#“crashing out” and it's just him getting overstimulated

[nayiana0]

"Off Limits"

choi san. just your brother’s best friend. off-limits. untouchable. but the tension between you two just doesn’t just disappear—it builds, until one late night... he snaps.. and it gets messy. and your brother seonghwa?? he’s not putting up with it.

wc : 4.9k

tags : explicit content, edging, teasing, overstimulation, softdom!san, cursing possessive behavior, messy creampie, san is thirsty & down bad, brothers bestfriend, protective!seonghwa, possessive!san, aftercare,secret hookup,so much cum, nighttime tension.

genre : smut

a/n : i wanted someone’s best friend fucking oc quiet on the couch while their brother sleeps upstairs. so i wrote it.

It’s past 1AM. The house is dead quiet. You pad down the stairs barefoot, oversized shirt brushing your thighs, craving nothing more than cold water and maybe some silence to soothe your restless mind.

But then—you freeze.

He’s still here.

Crashing on the couch like he always does when he drinks too much with your brother.

Except this time, he’s not bundled under a hoodie or buried under a blanket.

He’s shirtless. One arm slung across his eyes. The other resting on his chest, the veins in his forearm catching the dim moonlight.

Sweats hanging low on his hips.

Your throat goes dry.

And then… a shift.

His hips twitch. A groan escapes him.

You freeze.

Is he…?

No. No way.

You take one step closer. Then another.

And then—your name.

Low. Guttural. Slurred like a dream.

“Y/N…”

You press your lips together, shocked… and a little smug.

So that’s what’s going on.

You tiptoe closer, now definitely playing with fire, and whisper:

“San?”

He stirs, blinks—his eyes open, unfocused. And then they land on you.

“What are you doing?” “Getting water.” You hold up the glass. “What are you doing?”

A beat.

“Trying not to get in trouble.”

You glance down.

Then you see it.

A bulge.

Barely noticeable—but growing.

And then… a twitch. 

He’s trying so hard to cover it with the blanket, but you see the way his hand twitches like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“You always walk around dressed like that at 1am?”

“You’re one to talk,” you smirk. “Didn’t know you slept with your dick out.”

He sighs. Covers his entire body with the blanket. Face turning red.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he mumbles.

“Oh?” You tilt your head. “So you’re not hard right now?”

“Y/N…” he warns, voice hoarse.

“Did I do that to you? Just me standing here got you hard?”

“Go to bed, Y/N.”

“Is that how you talk to all your best friend’s sisters when they catch you with a boner?”

“You’re not funny.”

“Oh, but I am,” you giggle. “I’ve never seen you so uncomfortable.”

He shifts again, jaw tight. “Y/N, stop.”

“Why? Because I’m your best friend’s little sister?”

He doesn’t answer.

You lean in just a little more.

“Poor thing,” you whisper against his ear. “Bet you’ve been jerking off thinking about me for years.”

Silence. Thick. Tense.

Then his voice—low, gravelly:

“Come here.”

You blink. Step back, teasing.

“Why?”

“Just—” he exhales— “I won’t touch you. Just… sit… uh .. Talk to me. I can’t sleep.”

You hesitate. Teasing is one thing, but this? Dangerous. But you sit anyway—not on his lap, not quite. Perched on the edge of the coffee table, facing him.

Your knees brush.

He’s still flushed, trying so hard not to look at your thighs.

“I don’t get it,” you say after a minute.

“Hmm?”

“You. You’ve wanted me for how long now? Months? Years? And you’ve never tried anything.”

He stares at you like you’ve knocked the wind out of him.

“Because I can’t try anything,” he says finally. “You know that.”

“But you want to.”

His jaw flexes. His eyes drop to your legs again—bare, close, right there.

“It doesn’t matter.”

You lean forward, drop your voice.

“So.. if I sat on your lap right now, and kissed you, would you stop me?”

No answer.

“San,” you press, “would you?”

And then?

He laughs once—quiet and dark—and you don’t even have time to react before his hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in.

Not for a kiss.

He doesn’t kiss you yet.

He just brings you so close you can feel his breath. Foreheads almost touching. His other hand wraps around your bare thigh, tight.

“You don’t get it,” he murmurs.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve had to sit across from you and pretend I wasn’t so fucking hard under the table?”

“I’m just–…”

“No,” he cuts in. “You want to play games? Fine. But if you’re gonna sit on me—if you’re gonna whisper shit like that in the dark—you better mean it.”

You go still. The air is so hot you’re dizzy.

“And if I do?” you whisper.

His grip tightens.

“Then don’t ever laugh at me again.”

His mouth is on yours before you can breathe.

It’s not soft. Not gentle. Not even romantic.

But you pull back, and stand up. 

His eyes are locked on you, not looking away.  

“You’re never gonna stop looking at me like that, are you?” you say, voice low, nearly a whisper.

He tilts his head. Smiles faintly.

“Nope.”

You cross your arms over your chest, trying to stay composed even though your heart is about to punch through your ribs.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me.”

“Sorry.”

A pause. Then:

“You’re dangerous.”

“You’re the one still standing there,” he murmurs. “Not me.”

The silence stretches.

“I shouldn’t–,” you murmur.

“Then don’t,” he replies, jaw tight. “I won’t ask again.”

But he doesn’t move.

Doesn’t flinch.

And that’s what breaks you.

Slowly—carefully—you step toward him. Your thighs brush his knees. His breath catches, just barely.

You climb onto his lap with agonizing slowness, straddling him, your knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips.

He still doesn’t move.

But you feel it. Every muscle in his body is locked and ready, barely held in check.

“Okay..,” you whisper, leaning in just enough that your nose brushes his. “Happy now?”

He swallows hard. His voice is rough when he speaks again:

“If I touch you again, I’m not stopping.”

You pause. Let the weight of that sink in. Your eyes flick to his lips, then back to his eyes.

And then?

One of his hands grips your waist—tight.

The other slides up your back, dragging you flush against him until your lips almost meet, until his forehead presses to yours, and the only sound left is the ragged rhythm of both your breaths.

You can feel him underneath you—hard, hot, straining against the thin fabric of his sweats.

His mouth is on yours before you can breathe.

It’s not soft. Not gentle. Not even romantic.

It’s heat. Years of tension, swallowed feelings, frustrated restraint, finally breaking loose in one chaotic, punishing kiss. Teeth. Tongue.

Hands gripping your thighs like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold tight enough.

You gasp into him, your hands curling in his hair. You’re dizzy. 

You feel like you’ve been yanked out of your body and shoved into someone else’s life.

You pull back just enough to whisper—lips brushing his—

“You’ve wanted this that bad, huh?”

His palms are pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you close.

“Don’t start.”

“You’ve thought about this, like, every night?”

“Y/N…”

“Mmm?”

“You really want me to answer that while you’re sitting on me like this?”

“Thought so.”

That’s when he groans—really groans, low and wrecked—and leans back on the couch, dragging you with him. 

Now you’re straddling him completely, your thighs bracketing his, your top pulled tight against his chest.

“Still not gonna touch me?” you whisper, teasing.

“Say it again,” he breathes.

“Say what?”

“Say I can’t touch you.”

You blink—heart stuttering.

“I… didn’t say—”

“No,” he cuts you off, voice low, dangerous. 

“You didn’t. But you teased me like I couldn’t. Like I wouldn’t. Like I didn’t have the balls.”

You swallow hard.

“You think it was easy? Watching you flirt with every guy who wasn’t me?”

“I wasn’t—”

“Walking into a room knowing you knew what you were doing to me?”

His hands slide up under your shirt, slow, maddening, his rough palms grazing bare skin. You hiss in a breath as they find your waist.

You don’t say anything.

You don’t need to.

Because your hips rock forward—just slightly. Just enough for both of you to feel it.

And that’s when he snaps.

His hands grip your hips hard, and he drags you down against him in one sharp pull. Your breath catches—your head tips back.

He’s grinding up against you now, shameless, rough. His mouth finds your neck—kisses, bites, breathless murmurs against your skin

“You wanted this?”

“For a long time, Y/N.”

“You think I haven’t had to jerk off thinking about you in this exact outfit?”

You whimper before you can stop it—and he smirks against your collarbone.

“Thought so.”

He flips you—sudden, fast, hot.

Now you’re on your back. Couch cushions under you. His body over yours.

“I’m done pretending,” he growls.

His mouth finds your throat. Your collarbone. Your chest.

Your shirt and underwear are gone in seconds. His sweats follow.

He drags his hips down and pushes into you with a deep, shuddering groan.

You gasp—back arching, nails digging into his arms.

“Not so cocky now, huh?”

He thrusts again. Deep.

You cry out.

“Still think this is a joke?”

You’re panting. Legs trembling. Your hands scrabble for something to hold.

“I think you’re a fucking brat,” he growls. “And I’m done letting you tease me.”

He doesn’t give you time.

He sets a slow, brutal rhythm.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Dragging moans out of you with every inch. He holds your jaw, keeps your eyes on him, makes you feel every second.

And when you try to speak—he slaps a hand over your mouth.

“Shh. If your brother hears, I’m fucked.”

You whimper against his palm.

“And you,” he growls, “aren’t even trying to be quiet.”

His pace picks up. You’re dripping.

Shaking.

Crying into his shoulder.

He whispers in your ear:

“Say it. Say my name. Say it’s mine.”

You barely manage it between gasps. “Yours. Yours. Yours—”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “You’re squeezing me like you need me.”

You try to answer, but it comes out a breathy, broken sound.

“What was that?” he smirks, leaning down. “No more smart remarks?”

You glare through the haze. “You’re cocky for someone who’s about to fall apart.”

He growls—and speeds up.

Now every thrust is heavier. Deeper. The couch creaks beneath you. His hand slips between you, fingers circling your clit, rough and unrelenting.

“Tell me this is what you wanted,” he pants.

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

“Tell me you thought about this,” he rasps against your ear, “when you touched yourself at night.”

“Every time,” you moan. “Always you.”

That breaks him.

He fucks into you harder now—hips snapping, fingers working faster.

You’re right there—right on the edge—but trying so hard to hold out, to tease him one more time.

“Y—you gonna cum first?” you whisper, breath stuttering.

He grits his teeth.

“Fuck no.” he growls, hand clamping over your mouth as you let out a cry. “You are. And you’re gonna make a fucking mess doing it.”

He keeps going—grinding into you now, every inch hitting deep, precise. His lips brush yours, voice ragged:

“Cum for me. Cum on me. I wanna feel it.”

You’re right there—legs trembling, spine arching, thighs clenched tight around his waist. 

He’s deep and relentless, and his fingers haven’t stopped circling your clit in slick, perfect pressure.

It’s building fast—too fast.

“Fuck—wait—”

You gasp, hand flying to his wrist. “I—I’m gonna—just wait—don’t—”

He freezes.

Almost.

Because he doesn’t pull out. He doesn’t stop touching.

He just slows everything down.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, lips dragging over your neck. “Too much?”

You nod, whimpering. “I—I can’t—”

“You can.”

He kisses you softly, lips barely brushing.

“But you’re not allowed to cum yet.”

Then he pulls out halfway, slow and torturous, dragging the head of his cock over your sensitive walls—then pushes back in so deep you gasp and shudder under him.

“You feel that?” he whispers. “How close you are? How your body’s begging me to let go?”

You whimper. Try to rock your hips, chase it.

He pins you down.

“No, baby,” he breathes, grinding into you just enough to make your breath stutter.

“Not yet.”

You’re sweating. Shaking. Your legs twitch uncontrollably, heart pounding out of your chest.

“Please—please,” you choke. “I was right there, I was so close—”

“I know,” he says, voice all low heat and devilish control. “You’re cute when you beg.”

His fingers return to your clit—but not the way you need. Just feather-light touches. Barely there. Just enough to keep your skin buzzing.

“Tell me what it feels like,” he whispers, watching you unravel. “Tell me how close you are.”

“I—I feel.. It f–feels like like I’m gonna explode,” you breathe. “It hurts. Please, I need to—”

“You’ll take it,” he growls. “Don’t forget how much you've teased me, sweetheart. Made me bite my fucking tongue every time you bent over in front of me.”

He pushes in deeper. Slow. Grinding.

“Now you’re mine, and I’m gonna make you suffer for it.”

Your whole body jerks—your stomach twisting up like a coil pulled too tight.

“You wanna cum?” he murmurs at your throat. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you moan. “I swear—please, let me—please—”

“Nah,” he smirks. “You don’t mean it yet.”

Then—he pulls out completely.

You cry out—frustrated, aching, dripping down your thighs.

“Look at this mess,” he mutters, watching your slick glisten in the low light. “All this for me?”

You nod frantically, eyes glassy. “I can’t—I can’t take it, please—”

He smirks.

“You will.”

He leans in, strokes himself once, twice, right against your entrance. Just pressing. Not pushing in.

Your hips try to move, chase it. He holds you down by the throat—just enough pressure to make you still.

“You don’t come until I say. You hear me?”

“Y-Yes—yes, please—”

And then he slams back in.

Deep. Full. But still slow.

He fucks you like he wants to destroy you inch by inch. Every time you get close, he eases off. 

Every time you try to beg, he cuts you off with a kiss, or a palm over your mouth, or a whisper that makes your spine arch:

“Not yet.”

“Almost.”

“Hold it.”

“Be good.”

Your body is on fire. Every nerve lit up, throbbing with denied pleasure. You feel like you're going to break.

And all he does is keep you there. Teetering. Shaking. Ruined.

Your body’s gone numb with need—so close for so long that you’re past the point of control, past the edge of thought.

He’s still grinding into you slow, deep, relentless—your legs spread wide around his waist, held there by the iron grip of his hands on your thighs.

“You gonna cum again?” he pants, sweat dripping from his temple. “You gonna fall apart on my cock like the filthy little tease you are?”

You shake your head, but your hips betray you—grinding up to meet him.

“N-No—can’t—can’t take it—”

“Yes you can,” he growls, pressing harder. “You’re gonna cum, and you’re gonna fucking thank me for it.”

He’s right there at your throat, teeth scraping your skin, breath hot.

His fingers slide down again—cruel and practiced—and you lose it.

“F-Fuck—fuck, I’m—”

Your whole body snaps tight, legs seizing, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream—and you cum.

Hard. Violent. Wracking sobs shaking your chest.

“Please,” you whimper, barely conscious, voice trembling. 

“Please, I can’t—stop—please—too much—”

You’re broken. Twisted inside out. Twitching, begging, done.

But he doesn’t stop.

He shifts your legs higher, deeper angle, and it punches a new moan from your lungs.

You sob—gasping, writhing beneath him, so overstimulated it feels like lightning under your skin.

“I’m not done,” he groans. “Not till I fill you. Not till I cum inside this perfect pussy—so you never fucking forget who owns it.”

You’re crying now—quiet, broken little sounds—and still, he keeps going.

You feel that?” he pants. “How your body’s still taking me? Still sucking me in like you need it?”

“I—I c-can’t—”

Your voice cracks. Eyes squeezed shut.

He leans in, presses his forehead to yours.

“You can. One more. Be good. Cum with me.”

His thrusts grow frantic now—deeper, sharper, completely lost to the feeling. His breath stutters.

You’re still shaking—raw, ruined, stretched too far—

Then he growls, hips jerking as he buries himself to the edge.

“Fuck—I’m cumming..—fucking mine—”

He spills inside you with a shudder so intense he collapses onto your chest, panting into your neck.

And still—he gives one last slow roll of his hips.

You twitch. Gasp.

“S-still… going?” you whisper, weak.

“Shhh,” he murmurs. “I know. I know, baby. Just… needed to make sure it stuck.”

He kisses your temple, breath still shaking.

And finally—finally—he stops.

–

You’re both drenched in sweat. Your thighs are trembling. Your voice is wrecked. He’s still inside you, softening slowly, holding you tight.

You’re not sure how long you lie there.

Sweaty. Twitching. Barely breathing.

His weight still half on you, cock softening slowly inside you, both of you wrapped in the kind of silence that feels sacred.

You’re shaking. Barely able to keep your eyes open. His chest rises and falls against yours—hot and heavy.

Then, gently, he shifts.

“I’m gonna pull out,” he murmurs near your ear, voice hoarse. “You okay?”

You nod—barely.

But when he finally does, you both hiss—a sharp inhale at the feeling of it. The stretch, even now. The slick sound. The mess.

You gasp.

“Oh my gosh—fuck—”

It’s everywhere.

His cum spills out of you in thick, warm drips, sliding between your thighs, down your ass, soaking the already-damp cushions beneath you.

You blink, dazed. “That’s so much…”

“Yeah,” he mutters, voice full of smug disbelief. “Fuck.”

He sits up slowly, looking down at you—completely wrecked, legs spread, skin flushed, his cum leaking out of you like you were meant for this.

“Stay there,” he says softly, brushing damp hair from your face. “Don’t move.”

You nod. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

He disappears for a second—footsteps padding into the kitchen—and returns with a warm, damp towel. He kneels between your thighs, careful, reverent. His brows are furrowed, jaw tight.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs.

You shiver when he touches you—wiping between your legs, cleaning you up as gently as he can.

But it’s still sensitive. Every pass of the towel makes you twitch and whimper.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “I know, baby. I know. I got you.”

He kisses your thigh. Then your hip. Then your stomach. The towel’s warm, but his hands are warmer—soft, slow, soothing.

“You’re okay,” he whispers. “You did so good for me.”

You don’t say anything—you just watch him.

This man, your brother’s best friend .. who just fucked you like an animal, is now kneeling, caring for your body like he’s scared he broke it.

Maybe he did.

When he’s finished, he tosses the towel to the floor and leans over you again.

“Need help getting up?” he asks gently.

You nod, throat too dry to answer.

He lifts you like it’s nothing—arms under your back and thighs, carrying you bridal-style toward the stairs.

“Thought I was walking,” you murmur, head on his shoulder.

“You can barely breathe,” he chuckles softly. “You think I’m letting you crawl back to your room leaking my cum down your legs?”

You groan. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah,” he smirks. “But you’re still dripping for me.”

He walks you down the hall and into your room—dark, quiet, still. Gently lays you on your bed, pulling the blanket back like it’s ritual.

He hesitates before pulling away.

“You want me to stay?” he asks, voice softer now. “I can. I’ll sleep on the floor if you want space.”

You look at him for a long second—shirtless, sweat-damp, hair a mess, looking somehow more beautiful when he’s being gentle.

“No,” you whisper. “Go before I ask you to do.. that again.”

He grins—low and wolfish.

“You say that like I wouldn’t.”

Then he kisses you. Just once. Soft, lazy, familiar.

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he murmurs. “I’ll be on the couch if you need me.”

He leaves you there—sore, wrecked, satisfied—slipping out of your room with one last look.

You pull the blanket up.

Bite your lip. And feel every inch of him still inside you, even when he’s gone.

—————

The next morning,

You wake up sore in places that shouldn’t be sore.

Throat raw. Thighs aching. Knees? You don’t even want to talk about your knees.

You sit up, wincing.

“Fuck me…” you whisper. “I can’t even walk straight…”

Every shift of your legs reminds you exactly how deep he was. 

How long he went. How many times you begged—half-lucid—for him to stop, and he just kept ruining you like it was personal.

You shower fast. No time to process anything. Throw on a hoodie, some shorts you barely manage to walk in, and limp your way out of your room.

The smell of breakfast hits first. Bacon. Coffee. Something sizzling. Then—

Voices.

You freeze in the hallway, then peek around the corner.

There he is.

Choi San.

Sitting at the kitchen island, looking dangerously normal.

Shirtless, again. Muscles out. Hair still damp from a shower. Same grey sweatpants he absolutely came in last night.

He doesn’t look tired. You, on the other hand, look like you got thrown off a cliff and crawled back.

Seonghwa’s at the stove. Cooking. Humming. Oblivious.

You walk in like it’s nothing.

“Morning,” you mutter, heading straight for the fridge.

Seonghwa turns, glances at you, and immediately frowns. “Jesus. You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, pulling out the orange juice.

“Didn’t sleep?”

“Eventually.”

“Mmhmm.” He flips a pancake and turns to look at you. “Y/N.”

“What?”

“Are you.. limping?”

You freeze mid-pour.

“No.”

“Pretty sure you’re limping.”

From behind you, a voice:

“She’s definitely limping.”

You whirl around to glare at San.

He’s sipping coffee like he didn’t have you sobbing into a couch cushion six hours ago.

Seonghwa turns back to the stove. “You hurt something?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“You’re walking like someone beat your ass.”

“Well maybe someone should beat yours,” you snap.

Seonghwa raises a brow. “Damn, chill. Just asking.”

From across the island, San’s silently laughing into his mug. You shoot him a glare. He just winks.

You sit down—too fast. A flash of soreness shoots up your spine and you hiss.

“Okay. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Seonghwa asks, genuinely confused now. “Did you get hit by a bike or something?”

“I stretched wrong.”

“Doing what?”

“Yoga.”

Seonghwa squints. “You don’t do yoga.”

“Well maybe I fuckin’ started, Seonghwa.”

“Damn, okay. Shit.”

You shoot a desperate look across the table—and San’s biting his lip, clearly loving this. Eyes flicking down to your bare legs, then back up to your flushed face.

Your thighs are glued shut under the table. 

You’re not even wearing underwear. You were too sore to even try.

Seonghwa slaps a plate of pancakes down in front of you and leans on the counter.

“Eat up. Maybe it’ll help you walk straight again.”

You choke on your coffee. San’s laughing as if nothing happened.

“You good?” he asks sweetly, reaching over to rub your thigh under the table—hidden from Seonghwa’s view.

You jump.

Seonghwa frowns. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “Just a leg cramp.”

San’s hand slides higher.

You slap it away under the table.

“What the hell was that?” Seonghwa’s looking between you now, suspicious. “You two are being so weird..”

“We’re always weird,” you say quickly. “You just now noticing?”

“No. This is, like, extra weird. Eye contact. Inside jokes. You’re jumpy. He’s smiling.”

He turns to look directly at his best friend.

“What the fuck are you grinning at?”

“Nothing, man.” His voice is calm. Too calm. “She’s just fun to mess with.”

“Right.. you better not be sneaking out again, Y/N.  I swear, if I catch you with some random dude—”

“I wasn’t.”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill him if I do.”

“And you,” he snaps, pointing his spatula at his best friend, “if you’re smoking in the house again I swear to God—”

“Mmm.. no,” he says smoothly, sipping his coffee. “But sure. Blame the guy who slept on the couch.”

You feel heat crawl up your neck. The couch.

“Seonghwa’s spatula points mid-air. “Yeah, well—don’t think I didn’t see you smoking it last week. You think I’m fuckin’ blind?”

“Clearly not,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Whatever,” Seonghwa huffs. “Just keep your shit outside. My place isn’t a fuckin’ frat house.”

He turns his back again—finally.

You exhale. Barely.

And that’s when he leans in, eyes lazy, voice low so only you can hear.

“Didn’t think you’d still be walking today.”

You blink. Whip your head up. He’s not even looking at you. Just sipping. Like that filthy line didn’t leave his mouth.

Your lips part. “Shut the fuck up.”

His eyes flick toward you—just a glance—and then right back to his mug. Smirking.

“You didn’t say that last night.”

You kick him under the table. Hard.

He grunts. Then chuckles.

Seonghwa turns around with a plate in hand. “What now?”

“Nothing,” you say too fast.

“Y/N’s mad ‘cause she didn’t get her eggs yet,” he offers helpfully.

“I swear to God—” you mutter.

“You swear a lot for someone who couldn’t even form words last night.”

You drop your fork.

Seonghwa freezes. “What?”

“What?” San echoes, totally deadpan. “She was sleep talking.”

You slam your hands on the table. “I hate both of you.”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing, Seonghwa.”

“You two are acting weird as hell.”

Your brother looks between the two of you—your flushed face, his smug smirk, the way your knees are clearly pressed together under the table like you’re holding in a crime scene.

Seonghwa squints.

“You sure you didn’t sneak out?”

You glare. “Positive.”

He looks at San.

“You sure you didn’t do anything?”

He shrugs, slow and easy. “Define ‘anything.’”

Seonghwa stares. “I will beat your ass.”

“Okay.”

Seonghwa finally turns around to get the toast.

You exhale through your teeth.

Under the table—again—a hand finds your thigh. Squeezes. Not playful. Possessive. Deliberate.

You don’t even look at him.

“You’re gonna get us killed.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you last night.”

You turn your head slightly, lips barely moving.

“You left a fucking mess.”

He hums. “You loved it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You came, like, four times.”

Seonghwa clears his throat, too loud.

You both freeze. He turns, looking at you.

“Y/N. Eat. Before you pass out or stab someone.”

“Okay.. I am...”

Seonghwa eyes you again. “You sure you’re good?”

“Totally fine,” you lie. “Just… sore.”

He nods. “Uh-huh. Well, hydrate. You look like you’re about to faint.”

Across the table, San’s lip twitches.

“She’ll be fine, Seonghwa. Just needs… some rest… she's just grumpy”

Seonghwa squints. “Why?”

“No idea.”

He shoots him a look. “Did you piss her off?”

“Not recently.”

“Right. Because you never piss people off.”

“Not unless they’re asking for it.”

Seonghwa frowns. “..You better not be fucking messing with her, man.”

“I’m not.”

“You sure?”

“Dead serious.”

“Because I swear, if you touched her—”

“Seonghwa,” he cuts in smoothly. “I didn’t touch your sister.”

“Then you better not be sneaking girls in. I’ve let you crash here for how long now?”

“I was on the couch all night!”

Seonghwa scoffs. “Right. Couch. Thats where you were all night?”

“Relax. I wasn’t sneaking around.”

“Right. Then why was my sister coming downstairs at 1am?”

Your fork hits the plate.

Seonghwa looks straight at you. “Yeah. Thought I didn’t notice, huh?”

“I was just getting water,” you mutter.

He tilts his head. “Took you a long-ass time for one glass.”

San jumps in.

“Maybe she couldn’t sleep.”

“And what, you could help her with that?” Seonghwa snaps.

“Not my place.”

“Alright,” he mutters. “You know what? What the fuck happened last night?”

“Okay. After Y/N came downstairs to get some water, she told me she couldn't sleep. So we watched a movie.

“And?”

“And… after the movie.. I went to sleep. On the couch. She went back to her room”

He’s smug. Too smug.

Seonghwa doesn’t blink.

“So why was she walking funny this morning?”

“Maybe she slept weird.”

“Or maybe she got railed. By my best friend. Behind my back,” Seonghwa spits.

You cough — loud — and practically choke on your eggs.

Seonghwa turns to you. “You good?”

“Yeah. Yup. Swallowed wrong.”

He frowns.

“I said I’m fine.”

Across the table, San bites his lip to keep from laughing.

Seonghwa’s eyes flick to him. “You think this is funny?”

“A little.”

“You’re seriously testing me right now.”

“Look, man,” he says, putting his hands up. “I really didn’t touch your sister.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Because I’ve got a sixth sense for this shit, alright? She’s acting off. You’re acting cocky. I know you.”

San just smirks.

“Seonghwa—” you start, trying to soothe.

“Nah,” he cuts you off. “This is some bullshit.”

“You’re paranoid,” San says. Calm. Controlled.

Seonghwa takes a step forward. “Say that again.”

“I said you’re paranoid.”

“You think I won’t fucking hit you?”

“Seonghwa!” you shout, flushing hard.

Seonghwa’s eyes snap to you. “What?! I’m not dumb, Y/N. I see the way he looks at you. You think I don’t notice shit?”

Silence.

You stare at your plate. He stares at your face. San sips his coffee like he’s watching a movie.

“Seonghwa. There's nothing going on. We didn’t do anything.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“I’m not—” you try.

“Swear to God, Y/N. If this whole limping thing is about him—”

“It’s not.”

“You swear?”

“I swear.”

Seonghwa exhales, nostrils flaring.

“Fine. But if I find out either of you are lying to me—”

You push your chair back.

“Okay,” you say. “I’m done.”

Seonghwa watches you limp away from the table and narrows his eyes further. “Yeah, that’s real normal, huh?”

Your back is to them.

And that’s when you hear it.

“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game, man,” Seonghwa mutters under his breath.

“It’s already been played,” San murmurs back

Masterlist Part 2 soon

[myluckyluv]

His Cunt, His Rules

CW: Rough sex,Free use dynamic (consensual),Daddy kink,Degradation kink,Praise kink & Spanking kink

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

The door shuts harder than usual. His keys clatter. His tie is halfway undone. Nanami Kento is done with the world.

All day, he thought of you—how warm you’d feel under his hands, how soft you’d be in his lap, how good you’d sound moaning his name.

But what he hears instead? Moaning. Already.

He rounds the corner and stops dead.

There you are. On the couch. Hand between your thighs, tank top rolled up, playing with your pussy like you didn’t belong to someone.

His eye twitches. His cock twitches harder.

“You touching yourself without me, sweetheart?” The tone is calm, but deadly.

You gasp and jolt up. “Kento—! I didn’t think you’d be home yet—”

“Clearly.” He drops his bag, loosens his tie the rest of the way, and strides over with that focused fury that makes your legs tremble.

“You forget the rules?” he asks, kneeling between your thighs. “Or were you just hoping to get caught like a filthy little slut?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls your fingers out of yourself. Soaked. “Disgusting,” he mutters, but the way his pupils dilate says he loves it.

He sucks your fingers clean—eyes locked on you—then slaps your inner thigh.

“Turn over,” he says, voice like gravel. “Elbows on the couch.”

You obey, heart pounding, and before you can fully settle, his palm crashes down against your ass—loud and stinging.

“This ass bounces when you touch yourself too, huh?” he sneers, smacking it again. “You like being a disobedient little whore?”

“N-no, Daddy—I was just—”

“Just being a dumb little brat who needs to be reminded who owns this cunt.” Smack. Smack. The strikes fall in rhythm, leaving you breathless, teary, and aching.

“Count,” he growls.

“One—t-two—three—” you gasp through gritted teeth, voice breaking by the eighth slap.

He soothes the sting with a rough hand, gripping your reddened cheeks. “You dripping for me now, sweetheart?”

He slides his fingers between your thighs. “So fucking wet. Didn’t even need me, huh? Just a needy little toy with no self-control.”

Then he’s between your legs—licking, sucking, devouring like it’s his personal mission to break you open.

You moan so loud it echoes off the walls, body quivering with every flick of his tongue. And just when your orgasm builds—

He pulls away.

“No.” He spits on your cunt and slaps it. “You come when I let you.”

You sob into the couch cushion, desperate, ruined.

Nanami rises to his feet, unzipping slowly, deliberately. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad? Ask for it like the pathetic little cumdump you are.”

“Please, Daddy—want you to fuck me, use me—make me yours—”

“Already am yours,” he mutters darkly, slamming into you in one brutal thrust. “This sloppy little hole was made for me.”

The rhythm is merciless. His grip bruises your hips. Your thighs slap back against him with every stroke. His belt still hangs from his pants—swinging as he ruins you.

“You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” Smack. Another slap to your ass. “No one gets this pussy but me.”

“Only you, Daddy—please, please—” you cry, overwhelmed, overstimulated, ruined.

“That’s it. Take it. Let Daddy fill this cunt the way you need. Fuckin’ bred like my dumb little housewife.”

Your orgasm hits so hard you scream, legs trembling, body convulsing. And he doesn’t stop. “One more,” he grits. “You’re not done. You’ll come for me again.”

He fucks you through the overstimulation, your body twitching, your mind melting, until the second orgasm breaks you down completely.

He groans as he finally spills inside you, burying himself deep, thick cum filling you to the brim. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s fuckin’ mine.”

And as you pant, sweat-soaked and ruined, he leans over, whispers into your ear:

“Next time, you even think about touching yourself without me—I’m tying you up and spanking you until you cry.”

[blasphemyandbackshots]

you were already in bed when the door slammed. “hyoma?”

no answer, only the sound of cleats thrown hard against the wall and the heavy stomp of a furious man. you padded into the living room just as he dropped into a chair, head bowed, fingers fisting through that long red hair.

you knew that silence. you hated that silence. “your knee?”

still nothing. you moved to kneel in front of him, hands gently brushing his thighs and finally, his eyes met yours.

“i felt it snap,” he muttered. “mid-sprint. same fucking spot.”

your chest twisted. “baby…”

he shook his head, breathing hard. “i was finally starting. i was finally fucking feeling it again. and now—”

his voice cracked and you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.

but he gripped your shoulders hard and said, low. “i need to do something. i need to feel something. or i’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

your breath hitched. “okay.”

“i’m serious.” his eyes burned. “let me take it out on you.”

you blinked. heat bloomed in your belly. “yes,” you whispered. “do whatever you need.”

his jaw clenched. his grip tightened. and then, suddenly, you were pinned on the couch, his mouth crashing against yours like he wanted to consume you. clothes were gone in seconds. your legs were pulled over his good knee as he shoved his cock inside you, no teasing, no mercy. just frustration, pain and need.

“fucking hell,” he hissed against your throat. “you’re the only thing that ever makes sense.”

you moaned, back arching. “hyoma—”

“shut up,” he growled. “just take it. just let me have you.”

he rutted into you with sharp, brutal thrusts. hips snapping like he was still on the field, chasing something. you clung to him, nails dragging down his back, tears stinging your eyes from the intensity.

“you’re mine,” he whispered against your mouth. “you’re mine, and i don’t care if i lose my knee again, i’ll crawl to every game just knowing i get to fuck you like this after.”

your orgasm built fast, wrung from the friction and heat and emotion. you came with a cry, pulsing around him, as he kept pounding into you.

“again,” he muttered, gripping your thighs harder. “i need you to come again. need to feel it. need to see it.”

you whimpered, overstimulated and squirming, and he smirked.

“too much? then don’t take it. but i’m not stopping.”

and he didn’t. not when your legs started trembling. not when you begged. not until you were gasping, twitching, flooding around his cock again so hard and tight he spilled inside you with a strangled groan.

he didn’t pull out. he collapsed against you, panting. body heavy and hair clinging to his flushed face.

after a long moment, he whispered. “i’m sorry.”

you cupped his jaw. “for what?”

“for being selfish. for fucking you like that. for not saying anything first.”

you kissed his cheek, still catching your breath. “you asked. i said yes.”

he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re everything. even if i never run again—you’re still everything.”

and you believed him. because nothing felt more honest than the way he held you after. arms wrapped tight, face buried in your neck, whispering over and over.

“still mine. still mine. still mine.”

[lvrsturniolo]

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭- c.s

FIC 4 OF MY SUPAFREAK WRITING MARATHON

warnings: smut. p in v(unprotected). creampie. slight breeding kink??. spitting. choking. name calling. REALLY mean!chris(sorry chat).

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆… mean!chris x fwb!reader

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You didn’t even make it to the bed.

The second Chris slammed the apartment door shut behind you, his hands were on you—gripping your waist, spinning you around, pushing you back into the wood with a thud that rattled the hinges— loud enough for Matt and Nick to probably hear from upstairs.

“You wanna act like a fuckin’ slut all night, huh?” His voice was low, dark, thick with something dangerous. “Wear that tiny ass dress, bend over in front of me, suck that damn straw like your life depends on it—”

“I didn’t—” you breathed, but it was pathetic, weak.

“You did,” he growled, wrapping a fist in your hair and yanking your head back until your throat was stretched for him. His other hand slid right under your dress, cupping you through your soaked panties with a filthy grin. “You wanted attention, hm? Well you’ve got it.”

You whimpered, hips rocking forward into his palm.

“That’s what I thought.” Chris leaned in and spat in your mouth without warning. “Swallow it.”

You did. Instantly.

“Good girl.”

The praise made you clench, and he felt it through your panties. His thumb dragged over your clit, hard and mean, while his teeth grazed your neck.

“I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are,” he whispered, breath hot against your skin. “Just me using you like the little cumdump you’ve been beggin to be treated like.”

Your knees almost gave out at that.

Chris shoved you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, threw you face-first onto it, and yanked your dress up over your ass.

“Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” he groaned, tugging your panties aside. “So wet for me already. You need this cock, huh? Wanna get slut the fuck out?”

“Please—”

That was all he needed.

You didn’t get any warning. Just one hard thrust, his cock slamming into you balls-deep with a filthy groan ripped from his throat. You cried out, but Chris didn’t give you time to adjust. He grabbed your hips, pulled you back to meet every brutal thrust, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls like music.

“Take it,” he snarled, snapping his hips harder. “Fucking take it, you dirty little slut. This is what you wanted, right?”

You nodded, babbling nonsense you couldn’t even understand as your face pressed into the pillows. He reached down, wrapped his hand around your throat, and yanked you up against him, your back to his chest as he pounded up into you from behind.

“Louder,” he spat. “Let the whole fuckin’ building know who this pussy belongs to.”

You sobbed. “You, Chris—fuck!”

He shoved you forward again, hand still on your throat, choking you lightly as he used your body like it was his personal toy.

“I should fill this pussy up,” he growled, panting. “You wanna get bred like a dumb little whore?”

You moaned so loud it echoed.

“Say it. Tell me whatchu want n’ I’ll give it t’you.”

“Chris—please—fill me up—want your cum—”

“Fucking filthy,” he hissed. “Such a good little slut for me.”

He reached around to rub your clit, hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over you with a scream. Your walls clenched around him, and that’s all it took—he slammed in deep, buried to the hilt, and came with a deep groan, spilling inside you deep— like he wanted it to stick.

You collapsed. Twitching. Boneless. Wrecked.

You felt him pull out, and then his hands flipped you over on the bed. He knelt down, spit on your swollen pussy, and dragged two fingers through the mess leaking out of you—his cum, still warm— glistening as it slid down your folds.

“Uh uh,” Chris muttered darkly. “You don’t get to waste this.”

Before you could even breathe, he pushed two thick fingers back inside your pulsing hole—deep, rough—stuffing his cum right back into your overstimulated pussy.

You cried out, back arching off the bed.

“Nuh-uh, baby. Lie still,” he growled, pinning your hips with his free hand. “You wanted this. You begged f’ this cock. Now you’re gonna take every drop I gave you.”

Your thighs were trembling, cunt too raw and sensitive to take it, but he just kept finger-fucking you, slow and deep— forcing his release back into you with every thrust.

“C-Chris—fuck, I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he snapped, eyes locked on the slick between your legs. “Look at this mess. You’re dripping, baby. You’re so fucking full. You feel that?”

You whimpered, nodding desperately, legs shaking.

“Your pussy’s greedy,” he murmured, leaning down, lips brushing your inner thigh. “Keeps sucking me back in. Bet you’d let me fuck you over and over until I knocked you up for real, huh? Let me fill you every fucking night?”

Your walls spasmed around his fingers, another wave of heat crashing through you.

“Shiiiit—there she goes,” Chris smirked, watching your face twist up, your legs kick weakly as you came again—sensitive and overstimulated.

He still didn’t stop. Just slid his fingers out slow, watched his cum drip down your slit again—and shoved them back in again.

You screamed.

“Too much?” he asked, false sympathy leaking from his tone, fucking you harder now. “Then tap out. Go ahead. Tell me to stop.”

But you didn’t. Couldn’t. All that came out was a choked moan and another tremble.

“Exactly,” Chris said, leaning over you again, breath hot against your ear. “You don’t want me to stop. You love being used.”

Your legs were spread wide, his fingers relentless, your body twitching like a live wire. Every time he pulled back to let his cum drip out, he pushed it right back in.

You were soaked, wrecked, and your legs were trembling hard.

He pulled his fingers out one last time and spit on your pussy again.

���Think you’ve earned round two now, hm?” he said, grabbing your hips with both hands. “ ‘N I’m not using my fingers this time.”

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[respectfulrebel]

You already know how much I love this but I’m gonna tell you anyway

Not for him, but for you. He wants it to be all about you, and he couldn't have made that clearer. He's supportive of you, of your wants, your deepest fantasies, and your kinks, many of which either overlap or have become something the two of you have been learning and embracing together.

He’s perfect 😭😭 we love a supportive boyfriend

Before this, the three of you had sat down together and brought the idea to her, a heart to heart filled with expectations, desires, and any potential boundaries.

We 👏 love 👏 communication 👏 in 👏 this 👏 household 👏

The way she kisses the inside of your thighs, mouthing praises as her lashes flutter and she looks up at you from beneath them with a soft, "Look at me, baby,"

🫠🫠🫠🫠

"Our girl."

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Fuck, look at you both,"

Why is this so hoooot 🫠🫠🫠

As her fingers claw at your shoulders, you reach up blindly for her hand. She meets you there, your fingers intertwining and resting against her stomach, while her free arm drapes across her face.

I am a slut for intertwining fingers 😩😩😩😩

He lifts you just enough to lean over and capture your mouth in a kiss, moaning into it at the shared taste of her, licking into you like he can't get enough.

😩😩😩😩😩

She cradles your face as she kisses you-soft, tender, and unhurried. She holds you close, drawing out each kiss, savoring every moan you feed into her mouth, driven by the quickening thrusts of Noah behind you.

God, when will it be my turn? 😔

He dips forward, chest heaving, forehead pressed to your back, and it's the feeling of gentle fingers combing through his hair that tells him it's her.

Ugh I love her 😩

With a slow roll of her hips, she begins to grind against your thigh, the wet heat of her dragging over your skin sending a jolt straight to your clit and blooming heat in your belly all over again.

HOOOOOOTTTTTT 🫠🫠🫠🫠

One brow lifts, a smirk playing at her lips, as if to silently ask is that a challenge? Then she moves-still straddling you-as she shifts her hips lower, bringing her cunt against yours, both of you still slick with arousal, and with Noah's cum no doubt pooling on the bedsheet beneath you.

LEXI!!!!! 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

You can't quite tell if what crashes through you is a full orgasm or something softer, more drawn out and deeply satisfying, but it doesn't matter. You lean into it, lean into her, letting yourself come apart in this slower, quieter way, the heat of her body against yours more than enough in your overstimulated, overwhelmed state.

Okay but this is beautiful 🥺

With her free hand, she beckons you over, guiding you to the other side of his thigh. As you lean in, she tilts your chin just slightly and brings you down to meet in the middle-right at his cock.

"Anything baby wants," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss you, her teeth catching your lower lip in a gentle tug that sends a ripple of heat down your spine.

😭😭😭😭😭😭

You settle into his place, back against the headboard, while your friend lies between your thighs, her back pressed to your chest. Noah positions himself between her legs, spreading her thighs to frame him, eyes dark with anticipation.

Pleaseeeee this is so hot 🫠🫠🫠🫠

There's been no selfishness between you, only tenderness laced with raw sensuality.

Love love love love loooove 👏 this 👏 dynamic 👏 👏 👏

"Rub my clit, please."

The way they tremble in sync, the way Noah's mouth presses anywhere he can, her leg, her calf, dipping forward to kiss her chest, her neck, her shoulder, while she buries her face against your neck, moaning into you as she unravels.

I’m dyinggg 😭 I love this so fucking much 😭

Your heads rest on either of Noah's thighs, his body nestled between you both. Your arms are draped over one another, and Noah's tattooed hand rests on your scalp, fingers lazily massaging through your hair. His other arm curves around her side, fingers tracing soft, absentminded shapes into her smooth skin.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the softness and the aftercare, I love them so much 😭😭😭 I just asdfsjskajahamslsmabsamsbsa 😭😭😭😭

Will you accept this thot from me, cause I don’t know what to do with it and I needed to let it out? 🤲🥺

We talk about threesomes with two guys all the time, and that’s great, but what about a threesome with another girl?

Maybe she’s a close friend that you share a crush on Noah with, and after one too many “haha what if” and “girl, imagine if..” you finally go to Noah with the proposition and do you think he’s gonna say no? Of course not. Or maybe a random girl was flirting with him in a bar and instead of getting jealous you both take her home.

Either way, imagine having your face buried between her soft thighs, her sweet, breathy moans vibrating against your ears, her legs shaking because of you, all while Noah is balls deep inside of you. Or when he is fucking her nice and deep, you’re holding her close, your hands exploring her soft curves, your mouth latched onto her nipple? Or when Noah decides he needs a little break and leans back against the headboard, his gaze flickering between your entwined bodies, hands everywhere, her hips rocking slowly, sensually to grind against your thigh, while he lazily strokes himself? 😩

Feeling a little too bi today, ovulation hitting hard 🫢

So himbo!noah x two girls is coming too, but rereading this really made me think of bf!noah letting you explore and invite in a friend 🫣 I hope you enjoy this little a lot of self indulgence bb 💕

CW: includes mentions of partner sharing, threesome, unprotected sex (p in v) oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), scissoring/grinding, minimal descriptions of reader and friend, mentions of pre negotiations, slight cum play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hints towards possible poly dynamics.

WC: 3.9k.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It’s something you and Noah have discussed before—the idea of bringing someone else in. Not for him, but for you. He wants it to be all about you, and he couldn’t have made that clearer. He’s supportive of you, of your wants, your deepest fantasies, and your kinks, many of which either overlap or have become something the two of you have been learning and embracing together.

Lately, the idea of including another person has become the focal point of your fantasies, with Noah expressing his desire to watch you make someone else fall apart the way he so often does with you, to be both a cheerleader and a spectator in something he knows you deeply desire. Truthfully, you both have someone in mind—the same person, a mutual friend—though she was yours before she became Noah’s.

Before this, the three of you had sat down together and brought the idea to her, a heart to heart filled with expectations, desires, and any potential boundaries. Nothing felt off the table. Not really. Not when you had all harbored your own quiet crushes on each other.

The only non negotiable was her request: this had to be something you both wanted, something you entered into as a unit. She had no desire to come between you, to play homewrecker, or to steal one of you away. This wasn’t about driving a wedge, it was about deepening something that had always lingered beneath the surface.

What started as fantasy became an opportunity to explore what had always simmered between the three of you, especially when your flirtation had long been mutual, and they had always been open about being polyamorous. 

That assurance, and the honest, open conversation, is what brings you to this moment now.

There’s a delicate dance to her touch—so different from Noah’s fingers. She’s soft, slow, and methodical, pressing into you with gentle precision. The way she kisses the inside of your thighs, mouthing praises as her lashes flutter and she looks up at you from beneath them with a soft, “Look at me, baby,” makes your stomach flip and your walls flutter around her fingers.

You try your best to keep your eyes on her, but the sound she draws out of you is unstoppable—something breathless, almost high pitched and whiny. It’s different from the sounds Noah coaxes from you, because this feels different. She feels different.

You’re like putty in her hands, melting under her touch with such ease. Her fingers work you slowly, following the rhythm and pace you set with the roll of your hips. “That’s my girl.” The words ripple through you, and you feel the curve of her smirk against your thigh just before she leans up and over you, her mouth meeting yours in a deep, sensual kiss.

Again, it’s softer, not hungry or needy the way Noah’s kisses are, the way you’ve come to love how he kisses you, but her tongue still seeks a taste, slipping into your mouth all the same.

From the sidelines, Noah watches—not as a cuck, but as someone utterly mesmerised by the spectacle before him. The usual possessive beast that gnaws at him whenever someone so much as gives you the faintest bit of attention doesn’t stir. Not this time. Instead, he marvels at the way she touches you.

He’s seen you come undone beneath him more times than he can count, heard your moans in his ear, felt the way your body responds to the rhythm of his hips with every thrust, but he’s never seen you like this. Two fingers deep, your thighs trembling, and your newfound lover kissing you with such reverence, as though you’re something sacred to be worshipped, and she’d be right, because that’s exactly how he sees you. Every time.

His cock is rock hard, the tip flushed and already leaking, but his hand stays planted on his thigh, squeezing, resisting the urge to touch. The throbbing is relentless, but he remains still, fixated entirely on the sight before him—on you both.

Noah is a man more than secure in his relationship, and in his abilities when it comes to you, but what man wouldn’t whimper at the sight of someone else making their girlfriend cum not once, not twice, not even thrice, but multiple times? Pushing you to an entirely new brink of pleasure—one rolling orgasm after another—before leaning in to kiss you again, feeding you the softest touch of aftercare between each one. Wanting nothing more than to make you feel adored.

Usually, that’s his job, but she includes him. She’s not selfish—despite how ravenous she is for you—she shares you. She guides Noah in, tells him how to hold you, when to touch, where to touch. As if he doesn’t already know, but there’s something different in his touch now—softer, more sensual, more mindful of how sensitive you are. He finds new ways to make you quiver, without even needing to touch the more obvious places.

She has your head laid back in his lap while you gaze up at him, a drunken look of lust written across your face and shining in your eyes—nothing less than pure satisfaction. His hand glides over the front of your neck, gently squeezing, tilting your head back as it rises to cradle your jaw, and when he dares to dip down and capture your mouth in a kiss, it’s his turn for the magic words to roll off his tongue: “That’s my girl.” Because you are—his girl, but tonight, you’re their girl.

“Our girl.” It’s a correction he murmurs against your lips when the kiss breaks, dizzying and warm. His eyes flick to your friend, who wears a prideful smirk and echoes his words with a low murmur of agreement, her hands trailing slowly along your sides in a soft, reverent caress as she leans in to meet you in another kiss.

The room is thick with heat and anticipation, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air as you descend between her thighs. You work her open with soft, slow strokes, tongue pressed flat, her arousal flooding your taste buds. She’s sweet—so sweet it’s addicting, making you crave more with every sound she gives you. Her breathy moans make your cunt clench and throb, especially with Noah behind you, his thick cock buried deep, grinding into you in slow, devastating thrusts.

“Fuck, look at you both,” he groans, palm splayed across your lower back as he rocks into you, watching your hips jerk and feeling your walls flutter around him with every soft sound you manage to pull from her.

He leans forward, lips brushing a trail of kisses along your spine, working his way up to nip at your shoulder before nestling in close, breath hot at your ear. “You’re doing so good for us, sweet girl.”

The praise, his voice, that pet name, makes you let out a muffled moan, and his free, tattooed hand reaches down, fingers combing through your hair in one smooth motion to gather it up, giving him a clearer view of your mouth pressed against her pussy. The sight alone is enough to make him groan, low and wrecked.

As her fingers claw at your shoulders, you reach up blindly for her hand. She meets you there, your fingers intertwining and resting against her stomach, while her free arm drapes across her face. Her thighs tremble around your head, her body tense and aching for release as your tongue focuses on her clit, licking her through slow, relentless circles that send her spiraling toward the edge.

“You gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over her pretty tongue?” Noah murmurs from behind you, voice thick with lust. His gaze flicks down to your friend, focused on the soft, desperate whimpers you’re pulling from her, right up until a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over her. She trembles beneath you, her entire body shaking as she cums, and Noah���s hand moves from your hair to trail gently down her thigh, grounding her through the intensity with soft touches and low spoken words of praise and encouragement, blending into the symphony of sounds filling the room.

You keep licking her through the aftershocks, determined to savor every last drop she gives you, but it’s Noah’s hand at the nape of your neck that pulls you back. He lifts you just enough to lean over and capture your mouth in a kiss, moaning into it at the shared taste of her, licking into you like he can’t get enough. When he finally breaks away, he guides you up to meet her lips instead, keeping his cock buried deep inside you as he follows you up the bed.

You sink between her thighs again, mouth meeting hers in something slower, more sensual—something Noah can feel in the way your walls flutter around him, in the pooling wetness that greets every movement of his hips, and then he pulls back, just enough to draw a moan from both of you before slamming in harder, hips rolling in a perfect rhythm as he sets a deeper, rougher pace. He fucks into you with steady, deliberate thrusts, the wet sounds building between your bodies only adding to the heat—evidence of just how many times she’s already made you cum with her mouth and fingers, and just how ready you are for more.

She cradles your face as she kisses you—soft, tender, and unhurried. She holds you close, drawing out each kiss, savoring every moan you feed into her mouth, driven by the quickening thrusts of Noah behind you. Your body begins to tremble, every muscle tightening as he edges you closer to another climax, and when you fall apart around him, Noah follows, letting out a deep, guttural groan as his hips falter. His fingers dig into your hips, grounding himself as he rides the euphoric wave ripping through him, your walls clenching and milking him with each aftershock.

He dips forward, chest heaving, forehead pressed to your back, and it’s the feeling of gentle fingers combing through his hair that tells him it’s her. She’s there, speaking softly, soothingly, guiding you both through the haze of your orgasm and the tender quiet of the comedown.

Noah pulls out, his breath ragged, and you both hear him exhale sharply. “I need a minute,” he says, voice wrecked, as he shifts to lean back against the headboard. He’s honestly surprised he lasted as long as he did, just the sight of you both had him rock hard and throbbing from the start, but being inside you the very moment you came undone, combined with everything he’d witnessed before, had him careening over the edge with a new, overwhelming intensity.

Noah may be spent—for now—but your friend isn’t finished. Not with either of you.

While she grants him a brief reprieve, she rolls the two of you over until she can shift, straddling your thigh, her soaked cunt pressed flush against your skin. Leaning over you, she captures your lips in another kiss before trailing her mouth along your jaw, down the column of your neck. She nips and marks deliberately, swirling her tongue over every sensitive spot until your back arches, your body instinctively pressing up into hers.

With a slow roll of her hips, she begins to grind against your thigh, the wet heat of her dragging over your skin sending a jolt straight to your clit and blooming heat in your belly all over again. Your breath stutters, and your hand rises to cradle her jaw, then slips around the back of her neck just as her mouth finds your breasts. Her tongue teases your nipples before she catches one between her teeth, tugging just hard enough to rip a sharp gasp and moan from your lips.

When you dare to look down at her, you catch the faintest flicker of a smirk, and it makes your stomach flip. You guide her back up to you, her palm replacing her mouth as she kneads your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples while you kiss again, deeper, your hand sinking into her hair to give a firm tug.

Noah can’t help himself. He watches, entranced, his eyes locked onto the sight of your bodies moving together. His cock twitches with interest despite how sensitive he is, temptation running hot beneath the surface. He wants to stroke himself—almost does—but settles instead for trailing his hand slowly down his chest and stomach, stopping just short before dragging it back up again with a quiet groan.

“You two are gonna kill me,” Noah murmurs.

Your kiss breaks as she pulls back, her attention shifting to him. One brow lifts, a smirk playing at her lips, as if to silently ask is that a challenge? Then she moves—still straddling you—as she shifts her hips lower, bringing her cunt against yours, both of you still slick with arousal, and with Noah’s cum no doubt pooling on the bedsheet beneath you.

You gasp at the press of her against you, and a ragged, groaning breath escapes Noah in response.

Your hands move instinctively to her waist, gripping and guiding her as she leans down to kiss you once more. Her movements are slow, deliberate, heated, her hips rolling in sensual, unhurried drags, spreading Noah’s release between you, your own arousals mixing in something raw and intimate. It’s dizzying. A sensual rhythm she draws out to savor, and you embrace every second.

Your hands explore her body, her curves, her ass, her thighs, and the sudden addition of a larger, familiar hand brushing against yours lets you know Noah has joined in again, no longer content to simply spectate. Even if he doesn’t touch much, he’s there, marvelling at the moment unfolding before him.

She reaches above your head, dragging a pillow beneath you for support, her forehead pressing to yours as she breathes in your breath—hot, shallow, needy. Goosebumps ripple across your skin. The heat blooming in your stomach is low, but slowly bubbling up, a sensation that builds not with urgency, but something deeper.

The way she grinds against you is intoxicating. From beneath the flutter of your lashes, you catch the way she looks at you, like you’re something divine. Her gaze is drenched in lust, yes, but also pure adoration.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” she murmurs, voice hushed.

Your nails rake gently across her skin in response, your thighs trembling around her. You can’t quite tell if what crashes through you is a full orgasm or something softer, more drawn out and deeply satisfying, but it doesn’t matter. You lean into it, lean into her, letting yourself come apart in this slower, quieter way, the heat of her body against yours more than enough in your overstimulated, overwhelmed state.

She doesn’t pull away from you right away—not until your body finally stops trembling. Then, her attention shifts to Noah. She keeps him firmly pressed against the headboard as she moves to settle on one side of his thigh, leaning down to bring her mouth to his cock.

Her movements are slow, deliberate, the flat of her tongue stroking along the underside of his shaft before curling around the tip. She isn’t just tasting him, she’s collecting what remains of you both. His cum, your slick—the mix of everything shared between you still clinging to him.

Reaching down between her thighs, she dips her fingers into her folds, pressing into herself to gather more of her arousal. When she draws back, faint traces of Noah’s cum—rubbed off from you during your grinding—shine on her fingers, mixing with her own. She trails those slick fingers along his shaft, coating him in it, before leaning back in to taste again.

As she laps at him, she offers her hand to Noah, brushing her fingers against his lips, and he opens willingly, obediently, tongue already flicking out to taste. He laps at her fingers hungrily while her mouth delivers slow, teasing kitten licks along his cock.

With her free hand, she beckons you over, guiding you to the other side of his thigh. As you lean in, she tilts your chin just slightly and brings you down to meet in the middle—right at his cock. The moment your tongues touch, licking along opposite sides of his shaft, it becomes something almost pornographic—sloppy and messy, with breathy moans vibrating directly against his length, making his cock twitch and his hips jerk with overwhelming pleasure.

It’s all too much, in the best way, especially when you reach his leaking tip and both of you share it, devouring him and each other at once, your tongues tangling, the taste of him thick and heady between you.

Her fingers stroke gently at the nape of your neck, grounding you as Noah’s hands settle on both of you—slow, exploratory touches, reverent in their hunger. His groans spill around her fingers still in his mouth as she continues to feed them to him, making him put on a show just for the two of you, and all the while, you both work his cock with unhurried attention, savoring the slick, the taste, and the pleasure it brings him with every stroke of your tongues.

“I want to watch you fuck her.”

You finally speak, voice breathy as you pull back, your eyes flicking up to Noah from beneath your lashes before they settle on your friend. A sly grin tugs at her lips.

“Anything baby wants,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss you, her teeth catching your lower lip in a gentle tug that sends a ripple of heat down your spine.

You switch places with Noah after both of you have taken turns edging him, feeling the throb of the thick vein beneath your tongue still lingering. You settle into his place, back against the headboard, while your friend lies between your thighs, her back pressed to your chest. Noah positions himself between her legs, spreading her thighs to frame him, eyes dark with anticipation.

You watch intently as he slides his shaft through her folds in a slow, teasing motion, dragging the tip over her clit before pulling back, and then, just as he begins to sink in, he leans forward and captures her mouth in a searing kiss. The sight alone pulls a sound from you, a soft, involuntary mix of a whine and a moan, as you watch the two people you crave most kiss and move against one another with the same intimacy they show you.

Your hands begin to explore, roaming her curves, gliding over her stomach, cupping her breasts. You tease her nipples between your fingers as your gaze stays locked on Noah, on the way he drives into her with slow, measured thrusts, his rhythm deliberate and controlled. His eyes stay on her face, attuned to the way her moans shift, adjusting his angle with each motion, each deeper push.

When he hikes one of her legs over his shoulder, you feel her body shiver against yours, her thigh trembling as he shifts just enough to hit that deeper spot—the one that makes her cry out, her hips tilting up in search of more.

“Look at how beautiful you are, being fucked by him,” you muse, a drunken, lustful smile tugging at your lips. Your head feels dizzy from the pleasure you’ve passed back and forth—the way you’ve stopped to worship each other, the way you’ve unraveled together. There’s been no selfishness between you, only tenderness laced with raw sensuality.

Noah’s sounds grow louder, his pace faltering for a breath as he watches you talk to her, sees the way you cradle her while he fucks into her. The slick sounds between them grow louder with each slap of his hips, her arousal building, her walls growing tighter around him the deeper he reaches. She’s close—he feels it. The telltale signs swirl at the base of his spine, that heated pull tightening low in his belly, matching her rising tension.

She takes your hand, guiding it down her body, the pads of your fingers gliding over her stomach before she presses you between her thighs, right to her clit—aching and slick. Her back arches, head tilting back against your shoulder, and she looks up at you with that familiar glint in her eye. Her voice is soft, almost trembling.

“Rub my clit, please.”

It’s a gentle plea—a request to be touched by you, to be undone by your hand as Noah continues his relentless rhythm, his cock dragging against her walls with every roll of his hips.

Her lashes flutter, and you lean in to kiss her, cradling her neck with your free hand as you murmur sweet nothings against her lips. Your fingers begin to move, slow and steady, circling her clit in smooth, teasing motions, slipping through the mess of her arousal.

In moments like this, Noah would usually reach for a toy—something to push you over the edge with precision, but right now none of you want that. You want each other. You want to be the source of each other’s pleasure—the cause and the cure. The reason for every shuddering breath, every moan, every fall into bliss.

Watching them come apart together is a breathtaking experience, one that leaves you completely captivated. The way they tremble in sync, the way Noah’s mouth presses anywhere he can, her leg, her calf, dipping forward to kiss her chest, her neck, her shoulder, while she buries her face against your neck, moaning into you as she unravels. You hold her through it, and somewhere in the haze of shared pleasure, you find yourself wondering how you ever went this long without this, how this hasn’t happened before. It’s something you know, with startling certainty, that you’d want to happen again.

There are no words at first as you all lay together in the afterglow, quiet and tangled in the stillness. Your heads rest on either of Noah’s thighs, his body nestled between you both. Your arms are draped over one another, and Noah’s tattooed hand rests on your scalp, fingers lazily massaging through your hair. His other arm curves around her side, fingers tracing soft, absentminded shapes into her smooth skin.

Every now and then, there’s the quiet rustling of sheets or the soft sigh of someone adjusting, but mostly—it’s tranquil. Peaceful. You cling to one another in the silence.

Noah eventually reaches for your hand, lifting it to his mouth to press kisses to each of your fingers, slow and reverent. You reach out with your other hand, touching your friend’s cheek, cradling her face with a tenderness that makes her smile.

“That was… more than I expected,” you confess softly, breaking the silence with a quiet laugh.

A hum of agreement follows from both of them, nothing tense or uncertain—just mutual satisfaction, the kind that lingers in the air like warmth.

“Speak for yourself,” she teases, that familiar smirk tugging at her lips—the one that still makes your stomach flip. “I’ve been hoping for this day for months.”

She turns to press a kiss against the tattoo inked on Noah’s thigh, then shifts slightly to brush another soft kiss against your wrist, where your hand still cradles her.

You feel Noah’s smirk curve against your fingers and know he feels it too, that same sentiment. The same realisation: that you’ve all been dancing around this for far too long.

And now it feels foolish to have waited. Coming together felt effortless—in more ways than one, and as the quiet between you settles again, there’s a new awareness. This wasn’t just about lust. It wasn’t only physical. Something deeper had pulled you all into this, and something deeper still had been born from it.

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[viewlumia]

Hey, TMNT YouTube account, I don't think that's what "crashing out" is

[sluttyten]

I still have 5 hours left in my shift 😭😭😭

[mssishipi]

wet the bed — sjy

— soft people fucks the loudest.

content tags: established relationship, sub!jake&reader, jay cameo, explicit content (smut) unprotected sex, multiple sex position: 69, doggy style, mating press. squirting, overstimulation. lots of whining and moaning, they fuck like rabbits :) MDNI. WC:2.4k

note: this is a request from an anon, hope u like it!

Who the fuck decided that two soft, submissive people in bed are automatically boring?

"Too vanilla," they say with wrinkled noses and half-laughs, like they know what happens when the lights go out.

You and Jake have been together for nearly five years—since the final months of high school, when you stumbled into something that felt a little too gentle to be real, too safe to be intense. Most people around you just don’t get it. They whisper that your relationship is sweet, sure, but stale. Predictable. Lifeless, even.

But they don’t know a damn thing.

They don’t know that you and Jake don’t need dominance or power games to melt each other down into quivering pieces. You don’t play roles. You don’t lead or follow.  You move, he moves. You're both responsive, both hungry, both gentle in ways that burn just as deep. It’s not about who takes control—it's about how far you’re both willing to unravel for each other.

If those assholes could see what actually happens behind closed doors, they'd choke on their smug assumptions. 

"Nghh—baby..." Jake's voice is slurred, barely even speech anymore. His face is buried between your legs, the heat of his breath searing against you, tongue dragging slow as he works you over.

 And fuck, you are gone, head thrown back, hips twitching, thighs trembling around his ears.

The only soundtrack is the obscene wetness of his mouth on you, your choked moans, and the blaring growl of an electric guitar seeping through the wall, his room mate, Jay’s latest desperate attempt to drown out the symphony of you and Jake destroying each other.

It doesn’t work.

Your ears are ringing. Your vision blurs every time your spine arches off the mattress. Your legs are shaking so hard they barely stay hooked around his shoulders. Your body is covered in bruises and teeth marks. Jake’s arms are clawed raw, red streaks down to his elbows from where you grabbed and dug in, helpless under the waves he pulled from you again and again and again.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come, how many times you’ve done the same to him. It's a haze. A loop. An exchange of pleasure until your bones feel hollow.

You barely catch your breath before his fingers are inside you again, curling just right, his mouth crashing into yours, swallowing your moans as you clench around him and cum hard enough to see stars. Your hand slips between you, wrapping around him, stroking with messy urgency until he gasps into your mouth and spills across your stomach. 

Then comes the slow grind of hips in missionary, Jake above you, eyes glassy, sweat dripping down his temple. He pushes in deep, moaning into your throat while you clutch at his back, legs locked around his waist, and both of you fall together again. 

Vanilla, their ass.

The aftershocks haven’t even stopped vibrating through your bones when Jake rolls off of you, chest heaving, lips parted. He sprawls across the sheets, flushed and trembling.

Without a word, you swing a leg over him, straddling his face. He groans like a man starved as your thighs settle against the sides of his head, and your gaze lowers to his cock. thick, flushed, and still rock hard despite having cum four fucking times already.

You lean down, tongue flicking out to tease the head, your breath warm over his slick skin. His hips twitch instantly, a soft, choked whine escaping from under you.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, voice muffled between your thighs.

You take him into your mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him,  the way his whole body tenses beneath you. At the same time, you feel his tongue drag through your folds.

You moan around his cock, the vibration making him jerk. You grind back against his mouth, and he groans right into your cunt, tongue sliding in and curling upward. He hardens it, fucking you with it, slow and deep, as your hips begin to roll.

It’s a filthy rhythm—your mouth stretching around him, sucking harder, faster, your spit dripping down his shaft while he licks and licks and licks, tongue relentless, hands gripping your ass as he pulls you tighter against his face. Your thighs clamp down on instinct, not letting him breathe, not letting him stop.

You feel the familiar pulse in your core and the slight twitch of his cock against your tongue, he’s close, again. You squeeze him tighter with your lips, hollow your cheeks, and the sound he makes is damn near ruined. His whine hits a high pitch, hips jerking once, twice and then he spills into your mouth. You swallow it greedily.

Jake latches onto your clit now, sucking, and you are barely holding on, every nerve burning. Your whole body is tensed, arms braced against his thighs, cunt pulsing uncontrollably around his tongue. Your thighs clamp even tighter, grinding down until he can’t even moan, just hums and licks and loses himself.

Jake loves it—loves how wet you get, how you suffocate him with your thighs like it’s nothing, how your pussy clenches around his tongue. He loves the little tremble in your legs, the broken cries you try to stifle, the taste of your arousal dripping down his chin.

"Jake, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" you squeal, your voice shaking, one hand fisting around his softening cock, feeling it twitch, swell, harden again.

Your hips grind down one last time, helpless, chasing that final drag of his tongue as your orgasm hits. You cry out, body shaking above him, pussy spasming around his mouth. Your forehead presses to his thigh, gasping, and you barely manage to keep sucking him as your world shatters again.

Jake lets out a high whine, hips twitching upward into your mouth. He’s still so fucking hard, again. You can feel it, thick and throbbing between your lips.

He moves again as another orgasm crashes into the both of you.

Another orgasm.

And another.

And another.

You lose count. Time folds. The two of you are always going at it like rabbits, bodies slick and tangled, pleasure drawn out like it might never end. At some point you’re flat on your back again, back arched off the wet bed, sheets soaked with sweat and everything else, Jake’s mouth between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time.

You’re delirious, you feel like you are floating.

He pulls back, lips shiny, chin drenched. You barely get the chance to breathe before he’s kneeling between your thighs, jerking himself off with quick, rough strokes. His eyes are locked on your chest, on the rise and fall of your breath, on your wrecked body twitching with aftershocks. He grits his teeth, then pulls his cock free, aiming it at you.

You're hypnotized.

By the way it twitches. By the way his jaw clenches. By the way his abs tighten and he throws his head back with a broken moan as hot ropes of cum spill across your chest, painting your skin with another climax that somehow hits just as hard as the first.

And still, he's not done.

Jake leans forward, one hand smearing the mess across your breasts, mouth crashing into yours with wild hunger. His cock presses against your thigh, still hard and leaking.

"You want more?" he pants against your lips, voice hoarse, almost disbelieving at how far you both keep falling.

You nod, eyes wide, lips parted. Jake flips you over in one smooth motion, pushing you onto your hands and knees, body trembling beneath him. His hands grip your hips, pushing inside again, deep, slow, a stretch that feels impossibly full despite how soaked you are.

You both moan at once. And then he starts to move, hips snapping into you, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing through the room, drowning out even Jay��s music, which is now thundering through the walls in one last futile attempt to ignore what’s happening just a few feet away.

“Ahh, fuck, Jake, baby!” you cry out, fingers clawing at the twisted sheets as the rhythm builds.

Jake groans behind you, bracing himself with both hands on yours, pinning you to the mattress as he drives deeper, rougher. You love this position—God, how you love it. He finds every spot, angles his hips just right until you’re gasping, sobbing into the mattress.

“We’re so fucking good together,” Jake pants into your ear, his voice shaking with need, “Fuck.” His lips find your neck, kissing everywhere he can reach, hot, sloppy, open-mouthed, desperate to mark.

You tilt your head back blindly, catching his mouth in a messy kiss over your shoulder, tongues tangling, moans swallowed between breathless gasps as he starts to thrust harder, deeper, your bodies slamming together.

You’re clenching around him so hard, you can feel every ridge, every twitch of his cock. The orgasm hits, your breath catching, head lolling forward as heat floods you from the inside out. "Fuck!"

Jake keeps going through it, keeps thrusting through your high, refusing it to end. Your hips instinctively push back against him, your eyes roll back, jaw slack, pleasure crackling through every nerve.

“F-fuck, I—shit,” Jake chokes out, repositioning behind you with a sharp slap to your ass that makes your whole body jolt. He watches it jiggle with a low groan, hips snapping forward again and again. Every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, and your arms finally give out.

You collapse forward, face buried in the soaked mattress, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, your body slack and trembling. Completely, utterly fucked out.

“B-b-baby,” Jake stammers, leaning over you again, his chest slick and warm against your back.

You feel his arms slide beneath you, one curling tightly around your waist, the other slipping under your body to knead your breast in slow, circular motions. He’s still thrusting, slower now, but no less intense. You feel every inch, every grind of his hips, his cock dragging against your overstimulated walls as he pants against your ear.

“You can take another one for me?” he whines, voice cracking into a whisper. “P-please? Pretty—pretty please?” 

You moan weakly, unable to find words, only nodding as your fingers twitch into the sheets. You’re half-asleep, fucked so deep into the mattress your limbs barely move but Jake’s still moving, still inside you.

“Don’t s-sleep, nghh, baby, fuck,” he breathes, nuzzling into your nape, teeth grazing the sweat-slick skin there before sinking in gently, biting down as his hips start to pick up again.

The pleasure's too much now, tangled with pain and pressure until your body doesn’t know the difference. You're a trembling mess, whimpering, twitching, your muscles weak from everything he's already wrung out of you.

You don't know how he's still strong enough to shift your limp body, but suddenly you're on your back, legs pushed up and pinned high beside your shoulders. His hands curl behind your knees, holding you wide open as he sinks into you again with no warning.

He grunts as he slides home, balls-deep, moaning loudly, eyes locked onto your face, drinking every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. His hips start pounding again, relentless, slapping into your soaked cunt with wet, brutal rhythm.

Your mouth falls open, lips slack, eyes half-lidded. You can't even speak.

“Baby! L-love you—ahhh!” Jake cries out. One of his hands slips down, thumb pressing to your clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles.

You twitch violently beneath him, chest heaving, body barely holding together.

Even with your consciousness slipping—your mind half-blacked out from pleasure and fatigue—you feel it again. That same heat blooming low in your belly. Your legs are burning in the mating press, your lungs clawing for air, your head spinning.

“J-Jake, w-wait!” you sob, shaking your head from side to side, voice cracked, but his thrusts only get harder, his thumb moving faster, and ruthless.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop—just one more,” he begs, almost delirious.

“FUCK!” you scream,  fingers twisting the sheets, your body shaking as it hits you. “Fuckfuckfuck!” you shriek as your entire core contracts violently. Your back arches. Your vision whites out. You feel the gush of hot liquid pulsing from your cunt, soaking the sheets, his pelvis, everything.

Jake groans loud and deep. But he doesn't stop. He keeps moving, keeps rubbing, his thumb grinding your clit as you cry out and shake under him. Your legs jerk in his grip, body trying to retreat, but he doesn’t let go.

Your voice cracks—"No! No more!"—but it's lost in the noise.  

“O-one more, baby, please,” he moans as he leans over you again, his body trembling, lips brushing your ear.

Your scream rises again as his cock drags through your soaked walls, now slick with your release. You’re squeezing him so tight he’s nearly frozen in place. His eyes roll back, mouth dropping open.

“Jesus Christ, people! Tone it down!” Jay roars from the other side of the wall, banging his fist hard against it, rattling the drywall. His voice is muffled, furious, but distant and irrelevant.

Jake doesn’t even blink. He’s too far gone. His hands tighten around your thighs as he slams forward, again and again, slick friction loud and obscene, the slap of your bodies echoing through the room.

“Last one,” he gasps. “Fuuuuck, baby, fuck—!”

You scream again, nails digging into his wrists as your body explodes for the final time—another hot gush forced from your cunt, a violent surge that splashes his abdomen and thighs. Jake throws his head back and howls, the tension in his spine snapping as you clamp down so hard around his cock it punches the orgasm straight out of him.

He cums inside you, trembling, moaning, his voice broken and high as he spills deep, cock twitching wildly, over and over. His whole body quakes as he presses into you, emptying himself in ragged pulses that stretch on and on.

By the time it ends, you're both shaking. The room is thick with heat and the sharp, musky scent of sex, every surface damp with sweat, slick, and release.

Jake pulls out slowly, carefully, and even that soft withdrawal makes you both moan. The two of you are oversensitive. 

Jake collapses beside you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. His face buries in the crook of your neck, lips pressing the faintest kiss to your skin.

You curl into him instinctively, legs tangled, your body heavy and sore but warm in the aftermath, without another word, you both drift under—naked, tangled in each other’s arms, unconscious on a mattress you’ve completely wet the bed in.

[tonycries]

Kiss Me More!

Synopsis. There’s always something that makes him lose control - and you love pushing those buttons.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rough séx, unprotected, bodyworshíp, stuff with pantíes, bréeding, slight exhíbitionism (Sukuna’s), Nanami and Geto are a bit mean, overstím, finger suckíng, dacryphília (Geto’s), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.1k

A/N. Bro my laptop crashed thrice trynna write this um.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “Raw?!”

Great, Toji thinks, he’s finally lost it.

Because sooner have the words left your swollen lips, all the blood goes rushing to his achingly hard cock - so swollen and already leaking hot precum all over your trembling thighs. Some dark, primal part of himself being poked so dangerously awake.

“Are ya sure, doll?” he breathes, and the words come out ragged - pained even. Like some part of himself wanted you to save no, was begging you to say no - for his own sanity. Because just the thought of your pretty lil’ cunt wrapped around his cock makes him feel lightheaded. “We don’t-”

“I wan’ to,” you give him a determined little nod. Spreading your legs further and oh Toji lets out a hoarse grunt at the heavenly sight. Hanging on your every word as you continue, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

That was hours ago - oh, how foolish you were. 

You never thought that those would be the words that make your poor boyfriend snap. That it would only take him just barely grazing his angry, weeping tip between your puffy folds. Up and down up and down up and- down went every rational thought. 

Too depraved. Too lost in the feeling of finally having you and your soft pussy and you-

“C-can’t believe you’ve been ngh- fuckin’ holdin’ out on m-me.” He was in heaven, making you cum over and over and-

And you were clawing limply at the drenched sheets, the headrest, Toji’s shoulders - just anything and everything for some semblance of sanity. 

“T-Toji-” you sob, “S’too much. I- ngh- can’t anymore-”

“Fuck! Been hah- holdin’ out on me.” he groans, like a mantra. Brows furrowing as he squeezes his swollen cock harder into your plushy walls. And if it was any other time then Toji might’ve almost been embarrassed at the way his sentence cracks ever-so-slightly at the end. Choking out, “One more- gimme j-jus’ one more.”

“But-” Big, fat tears roll down your burning cheeks as large fingers dip down to toy your sensitive clit between them - no rhythm or rhyme, just to get you off. “You said the p-previous one would ngh- b-be the last.”

Ah, you were so cute blabbering out little pleas. And the only response you get is a devilish smirk, Toji’s darkened, hooded eyes boring into yours as he hums, “Did I? I don’t remember.”

He did remember. Very well, in fact as he pushed you to your nth orgasm tonight. And it took everything in him to hold off his high as he fucked you through yours, whispering out hollow promises about it being the “last time” and just “one more”. 

“S’okay-” Toji nips playfully at your wobbling lips. Salty with the taste of your overstimulated tears. “One more- you can mmpf- cum f’me once more, right?” 

And Toji’s barely-there sense of rationality in him knows he should slow down. Ease up his bruising grp on your hips. Have at least some shred of concern as he fucks your quivering cunt rougher, like his personal sex toy more than anything. 

Yet, no, right now he couldn’t even think straight. Too focused on how your moans were so sweet. Lips so pretty screaming out his name. Snug cunt too fucking heavenly when you cum all over his cock, squeezing him like your slutty lil’ pussy was trying to milk the fucking soul out of him. So hard and addicted that Toji was hooked. 

You mewl a delirious little, “H-hooked?” Batting your hazy eyes up at the monster above you, who seemed well and fully intent on making you cum until you couldn’t anymore. “Y-you’re hooked?”

Whoops, did he say that out loud? Seems you weren’t the only one that was completely and utterly wrecked here. 

“Shhh,” Toji drops his head once more to kiss away your adorable pout - the one that only makes his balls squeeze so painfully. “Just focus on how ngh- fuckin’ food ya feel, pretty.” Fingers erratic on your throbbing clit, just soaked in your sweet juices. Moving deftly to spell out a messy T-O-J-I. Over and over and- “After all, this hah- pussy now belongs to me now, right?”

And it’s all you can do to give a delirious little nod, words slurring together as you hiss a low, “Y-yours- S’all for- ngh- you-” Hips bucking wildly underneath his strong figure. “Close- m’gonna cum, Toji-”

The only response you get is a guttural groan of what sounded like your name - followed shortly by a string of profanities as Toji speeds up his abuse on your cunt. One hand reaching out to grip onto the headboard, so hard that if you were in any better state of mind the two of you would have registered the sharp snap! 

The other almost-feverish on your poor clit - like it hurt to not have you cumming all over his cock now. Spelling his name over and over and-

“Oh I’ll let ya cum-” Hips stuttering and so so sloppy now. Sounding like his sanity was dancing away every time his hips slapped bruisingly against yours. “Gonna make you c-cum so ha- hard you’ll forget everything else-”

You’re letting out strangled little gasps in response, hips torn between running away and fucking down for more more more-

“Fuck- hope you’re on the pill, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Painted white

“Whoops.”

Nanami well and fully thinks that it’s your fault he feels less of a man than some monster right now. He acts like it, too, holding back a sultry little smile as he fucks you deeper and deeper into the mattress. 

Close - too close. 

Close enough that he’s immediately pulling out of your snug cunt. So fucking difficult with the way you’re sucking him up so good - but oh was it worth it watching the way your swollen lips drop into a soft oh! Glassy eyes snapping down to catch the way he fucks his fist once, twice. Before spilling all over your swollen folds, painting you such an obscene white over and over and-

“Now now,” you can only keen in response as your husband hums lowly. Fist sliding languidly up and down his angry, red cock. “Guess we hafta hah- do it all over again, my love.” 

Yeah, definitely worth it with the way he had you all breathless and needy, your slutty lil’ pussy just begging to go over the edge - only to tease you at the very last second. God, it’s been like this for so long now. 

“So mean,” you give Nanami a little pout - one that has his still-painfully hard cock twitching so sensitively in his hand. Big, fat tears welling up in your eyes as you continue, “You’re being so ngh- mean, Ken.”

Oh, damn that little nickname - the exact same one you’d scream when you’re close. Damn the way you cock your head just right, batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at him.

Damn the way he snakes his hand down to the sinful little pool of cum spreading all over your lower stomach. Letting it trickle onto his fingertips - immediately shoving them between your lips to shut up those pretty lil’ moans. 

“Mean?” he manages to chuckle. Tips of his fingers pressing right at the back of your tongue. Slapping his swollen cock on your stomach, “Is this what you ah- wanted? Are ya happy now, my love?” 

The sight of you all teary and gagging around his fingers was almost as addictive as the sight of you covered in his cum. Almost. 

He sweeps his eyes all over where you were splayed out so prettily for him. Your glossy lips, the streaks of cum on your stomach, your chin, everywhere and anywhere - except where you wanted the most. 

It had started with an accident, really, when he’d pulled out a bit too early tonight. And fuck if Nanami didn’t think that sight of you all dripping and covereed with him was like the gates of heaven spread wide open all for him. A new, dangerous addiction. 

Which is why he’s pushing his fingers deeper, whispering out a ragged little, “Shit, you’re so messy.” Purposefully dragging his thumb across your lower lip to smear the mess everywhere. Your lips, your chin, inside. “So filthy.” He can’t even think about bringing himself to be disgusted. Dipping down the valleys of your chest, down, down down, to where his achingly hard tip was just kissing your quivering entrance now, “So perfect.” 

And without warning, Nanami’s splitting you apart on his massive cock once more. Jaw falling slack ever-so-slightly at the way you’re taking him up so readily - inch by fucking inch like it hurt to be apart.

“F-fuck,” you moan, the words broken as he starts moving inside - back to picking up that unforgiving pace from earlier, like he never stopped. “Hngh- s’too good- too full, Kento-”

“Awww, what happened to ‘Ken’?” Nanami cuts you off uncharacteristically. Hips slowing down to lazy, mindless little movements that have you gasping in protests. “Was gonna cum on your pretty face this time hah- s-seems you don’t want it, hm?”  

And ah, let it be known that Nanami Kento would burn down the world for his wife. 

But what fun it was to tease you - to have your mouth dropping in disbelief, eyes widening in your delirious state. Babbling out a broken, “No no no, Ken- hngh- wan’ you to cum inside.” Back arching off the bed, grappling pathetically for more more more- “To paint me white inside- Please?”

Oh, did you know how to push his buttons just right. Because how could Nanami deny you begging so prettily like that?

Because the sentence is barely out of your mouth before neat nails are digging into your hips as Nanami pulls your hips closer, milking his cock on your snug cunt - so hard he knew it would leave marks. His heavy balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, nails dragging down his bulging biceps as you moan his name. 

Whispering, breath hot against your ear, “You’re right.” Voice so strained and dark that you almost don’t recognize it as your husbands. “So, so right.”

Nanami’s index finger coming down to draw an invisible line right where he could feel his cock making a mess of you inside. 

“Ah! Ken, W-what-”

“You’re so right.” he’s breathing against your mouth, like a little prayer. Tasting the sweet candy of your lips and himself and you- “The next spot-” Pressing his finger down right on that spot, hard. Like he wanted to feel himself more than anything. “Will be here.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Pretty when you cry

“S-Sugu, are you okay?” you’re looking over your shoulder to ask. 

Nothing. Absolutely nothing - except for Geto’s heavy breathing, and the lewd little squelches from down below, his swollen cock just barely sinking into your heavenly cunt. And you know it doesn’t bode well.

You’d be almost worried if it wasn’t for the way his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown and just locked on that single, stray tear rolling down your cheek. Such a dark little glint in his gaze that had you wondering whether you should be concerned for him or yourself. 

Yet you manage to choke out a little, “Suguru?”

Ah that snaps him out of his little reverie, suddenly too-aware of your plushy walls sucking the soul out of his hot, angry head. 

With work, it’s been a while since Geto got to fuck your snug cunt - and you needed to breathe, maybe spread your legs more. Relax, because it was so fucking tight and Geto wasn’t even halfway. The stretch way too sinful. Too much. Your lips wobbling at how massive his cock was, and oh- was that another tear going down your pretty face?

You don’t even get to confirm because several things happen at once - immediately, he’s pushing his aching dick in one, harsh thrust. Head dipping down to pool the tears streaming on his hot tongue, groaning at the taste.

“O-oh.” you manage to grit out, feeling like Geto was pushing into your fucking lungs. “S’too big. Sugu, ah!”

“Shhhh, gorgeous.” he’s dragging his lips down your neck, fingers dancing down your body to roll your ravaged clit between them. “S’alrigh- ngh-” And you didn’t know whether he was reassuring himself more than you. “You got it. Y-you’ll take it- you always do, right?”

And he was right - but you’d forgotten how unforgiving Geto’s cock was. How unforgiving he was as he pries away your fingers gripping onto the headrest - trying pathetically to pull away from the pressure down below. 

Hah, he thinks, intertwining them so mockingly with his own, as if he’d let such a pretty lil’ thing like you escape. 

Romantic - the way this was supposed to be. 

Yet, now, Geto was fucking you like anything but. 

“You’re not trying to- fuck- run away,” he’s purring in your ear, rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit once. Twice. As if trying to will the answer out of you, “Right?” Not even waiting for your answer before reeling his hips back, all the way till his fat tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. “After we hngh- haven’t done this in so-” Slamming his hips down. Harsh. “-long?”

And shit- he was acting like it, too. So depraved and filthy the way he was drinking up your cute lil’ moans, tasting your tears on his lips while he couldn’t decide between bruising your poor cervix and hitting that one spot. “T-too fuckin’ long, gorgeous.”

The only answer he gets is your sweet, simpering whine of “Sugu- Sugu Sugu- oh my god.” Back bowing off the bed because it’s gotten so much. “C-can feel you so deep inside.”

Really, how could Geto even think about stopping himself from kissing down your arched back? Looping two strong arms around your waist to pull you impossibly deeper down his cock. 

“Ah! Oh my god- Suguru!” you keen as he falls back on his knees with you in tow, your back against his muscled front. Spreading your legs to fuck up so mindlessly into you. Jagged, long thrusts, bouncing you like a toy on his aching cock. Rough. “So much- so- ngh-”

Ah, your pretty little cries are just music to his ears. Fuck, he forgot how pretty you looked when you were all breathless and crying on his cock.

“Such a cute lil’ actress.” he coos, voice going up each time his heavy balls smack your ass. Fingers drawing such tight little circles on your throbbing clit. “Love these hah- pretty tears.”

“S-So mean, Sugu-” you’re choking as his thrusts get purposeful - calculated. Hitting that one magical spot he’ll never forget no matter what. Over and over and over while all you can do is cry out teary moans of his name.

Thigh quivering at the sheer stimulation, “Yeah- yeah, jus’ like that.” And oh Geto wishes he could taste down there, too. But instead settles for doing that later - getting those sweet, overstimulated tears out of you. “My gorgeous girl, cryin’ on my cock. Ngh- gonna cum f’me?” Pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your forehead - the complete opposite of his hips. “Gonna c-cry while you’re mm- cumming all over my cock?”

And as if he really really wanted to see it - Geto’s only getting sloppier. 

So embarrassing with the way he was whispering out sweet little degradations in your ear, guiding you closer and closer. 

So embarrassing with the way he eagerly watched all your minute reactions.

So embarrassing with how you cum exactly the way he wanted you to - teary and breathless. A quick scream of Geto’s name before you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. 

Cunt clamping down so deliciously on his cock. So dizzying that you barely even register the hot tongue lapping at the fresh wave of tears.

“Ah, as perfect as I hah- imagined.” Geto grits out, sounding every bit absolutely wrecked. “Now I jus’ n-need to know if you’ll cry as much when m’filling you up.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Just the tip.”

“Hngh- f-fuck, baby.” he whines into your open mouth, strong hands pulling your trembling hips impossibly closer to his. “J-jus’ a bit deeper- only a bit deeper, I promise.”

Ah, if only you weren’t split apart so deliriously on Choso’s cock you might’ve been able to actually form a coherent sentence to- what? Snap at him? Beg him for more?

You don’t even know at this point, because it’s been like this for so long now, and Choso promised it would be just his weeping tip. He promised it would be quick and he just “wanted to feel his girl’s pretty pussy.” Over and over again as he pushed your legs all the way until they were pressed against your tits, heels pressing into the mattress as he slides his massive cock even deeper-

“Cho!” you yelp, feeling the thump! thump! thump! of those prominent veins down the side rub against all the right spots. “You said-”

“I know I know, m’sorry.” he gasps. Brows scrunching as he nevertheless bullies his cock deeper inside your gummy walls. Choso’s cock too big, the stretch too sinful. Dropping his head to kiss your bruised lips, “M’sorry, jus’ a bit more. Jus’ a bit- hah- a bit deeper-”

And oh, he shouldn’t have done that. 

Shouldn’t have let himself that last bit of freedom, because he sinks only a bit more into your heavenly cunt - so dripping wet and milking the soul out of him - that Choso can’t help but think he wants more. 

“Baby…” Choso purrs hotly against your ear, hips thrusting in slow, shallow little grinds - and you already know too well what he’s about to beg for.

“Cho.” you groan, warningly. “You said j-jus’ the ngh- tip.”

“Awww.” he groans. So fucking pretty with his long hair undone, some strands sticking to his flushed skin. Eyes hazy and miles away as he looks at you through those long, dark lashes. “Jus’ a bit ngh- more? Promise I’ll pull out.” As if to support his case, one hand gently tilts your head up to press chaste pecks at the corner of your lips. The other starting to toy with your ravaged clit, “Please?”

And how could you say no to that? 

Especially not when Choso digs his knees deeper into the sheets, rock-hard cock dragging so agonizingly against your walls as he reels his hips back, back, back-

Splitting you apart all in one, harsh thrust. 

It’s all you can do to whine out a pathetic, “O-oh fuck- fuck! S’too deep.” The stretch too sinful, his cock too massive. Tears springing to your eyes as he immediately starts fucking you in quick, ragged movements - not even easing you into it like he usually would. 

“M’sorry, baby.” Choso sounds so fucking wrecked, voice as rough as his hips now. “M’sorry m’sorry. Promise I won’t cum inside. Jus’ a bit more- some- some more-”

And for all the remaining sanity you had left, you didn’t know how promises of “just the tip” turned into empty wishes that neither of you had the patience - nor the sanity - to fulfill right now. 

“Please.” you arch your hips off the bed - and nothing more has to be said, because Choso reads that lust-drunk little plea in your eyes. “Ch-Cho-”

“A bit more.” he lets out a humorless little laugh. Reaching above to lace his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down, down, down impossibly deeper onto his painfully hard cock in a pathetic little cadence to match his. “Jus’ a bit- more.”

It was driving him insane. 

And for all his apologies, Choso isn’t one bit shy when rocking his hips harder into yours. So bruising with the way he leaves marks on your waist, your tits, probably even your poor cervix. Whispering out mindless little promises of pulling out and nonsense about going “jus’ a bit deeper”.

“F-fuck, wan’ you to cum, baby.” The bed is creaking in protest as Choso picks up the pace so sloppily. Hips stuttering and uneven with how fucking good it felt - but hitting the right spots every time. His hands snaking down to roll your sensitive clit between his fingers again. “Cum f’me. Please?”

And it seems that Choso had a penchant for getting what he wanted. 

Because no sooner do the words leave his rosy lips, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes. Blood roaring in your ears, mixing with Choso’s broken little praises as he fucks you through peak after peak of your high. 

Over and over and-

“Sorry-” your eyes snap open at that familiar little phrase falling from his lips. One that you knew didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt. “Sorry sorry sorry-” Thrusting, once. Harsh. Twitching so wildly inside you that just one more squeeze and he’d be- “C-can I ngh- cum inside, baby?” 

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - A lil’ show

It only takes that first, broken little moan escaping your swollen lips and you already know you won’t make it out intact - nor will Sukuna’s sanity, apparently. 

Because no sooner has that sinful noise left you, Sukuna’s eyes glaze over, jaw dropping so uncharacteristically into a soft oh! Aching dick twitching wildly inside you, hips stuttering against yours as he breathes out, “What was that?”

He doesn’t have the patience to wait for your response - instead, squeezing his swollen cock deeper, fucking all the air - and the words - out of you. 

Which, unfortunately for you, wasn’t exactly the reaction he was hoping for. 

“Aww, c’mon.” the words are groaned into the crook of your neck, sending jolts of electricity all the way down to your dripping cunt. “Give me more ngh- of those-” Large hands tightening on your hips, shifting you around on where you were sat so prettily on Sukuna’s lap. “-pretty moans, brat.”

So that’s what he wanted.

And this was supposed to be something slow. Something lazy, and languid to get the king of curses off before that droning meeting today with his underlings - to take the edge off so that he probably won’t end up killing them all off.

Something it was not supposed to be was Sukuna spreading your legs so shamefully, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Trying to find the angle that’s just right to rip those cute lil’ moans out of you.

“C’monnnn.” he gives short, sloppy little thrusts up into your heavenly cunt. “Where is-”

Then suddenly you’re wrapping your arms tighter around Sukuna’s neck, “Ngh! Oh fuck-” Teeth digging into his muscled shoulder, hard - hard enough that it might’ve drawn blood if this wasn’t the king of curses himself. 

“Found it.” And it’s all that’s said before he’s reaching down to spread your puffy folds further, eyes flicking between your wobbling lips and the way your tight pussy was sucking him up so good. Watching the way his massive cock was disappearing in and out in and out in and- “What? Not gonna hah- scream my name anymore?”

“B-because, Kuna-” you gasp, face burning at the way your thighs tremble with the effort to pathetically to meet his unforgiving pace. “They- they’re close.”

Humming in amusement, “Who?”

“Them!” you’re keening - and both of you know you’re talking about those footsteps outside, the thought of Sukuna’s meeting weighing much more on your mind than his. So you’re limply grazing your lips against his, trying to muffle those whimpers falling from your lips. “They’re g-gonna ngh- hear?”

“So?”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - Sukuna’s response or the way he’s increasing his pace relentlessly. Trying to pull those sweet sweet moans from you, no care or concern for the ever-closing footsteps outside. 

“I don’t care.” he groans, back arching off the sticky seat of his throne to fuck up into your sloppy hole deeper. “You’re ngh- above them, y’know.” Bouncing you like such a slut on his cock, “So what if they h-hear?”

And God you don’t know who’s more fucked-out right now - Sukuna, who was speaking mindless little nonsense into your ear, or you. Whiney and a mess, tugging on his soft locks - a warning.

One that the man himself blatantly ignores, instead having one hand reach down to roll your throbbing clit between his fingers. 

“Hngh- fuck!”

The moan escapes you before you can bite down on Sukuna’s neck, right above his racing pulse to muffle it. 

“Heh,” shivers run down your spine as Sukuna’s chest rumbles with a laugh. Pulling your lolling head away to crash his lips against yours. Panting into your open mouth, “Sneaky. But they’re only getting closer and-” Rocking his hips harder. Bruising. “-m’only getting more impatient.”

And then he’s fucking up into you with reckless abandon. Smirk spreading at that little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time he hits that one spot. 

You’re sure that if whatever unfortunate soul was outside couldn’t hear your delirious moans then they could definitely hear the lewd slap of skin on skin. Fast, so unforgivingly loud. His fingers just a blur on your clit. Just taunting those little moans out of you.

You’re gasping at the sheer stimulation, “Y-you’re so-”

“So what?” Sukuna spits into your mouth, “Don’t start ngh- sentences ya can’t finish, brat. Though-” His sharp eyes flicker towards the door, much more aware than whatever hazy mess was left of your senses. “I don’ think you’ll be able f-finish any of them soon enough.”

Barely even giving you the chance to register his words, you’re tilting your head in confusion up at him and-

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Oh, shit. 

“Come in.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Blue blue blue!

It’s times like this - your blue lingerie almost in tatters, Gojo pushing you into such a tight mating press, filling up your poor pussy over and over - that you wonder when bones will start breaking.

Well, not that your boyfriend would mind either - he wouldn’t mind having to use a bit of reverse cursed technique on what was supposed to be a lazy little cockwarming session. Instead, too focused on how your cunt was sucking him up so good. His cum inside you so warm, the stretch so sinful, your lingerie too blue-

“Heh, what? C-can’t ngh- speak, sweetheart?” Gojo lets out a humorless little laugh. Fingers deftly hooking under your bra strap to give a sharp little snap! “You’re the one that a-asked for this, after ngh- all.”

“B-But, Toru-” you gasp, and it only has Gojo ramming his cock into you deeper. Awe-struck at how you were already so bloated with his cum, but still taking him so well. “Wasn’t on p-purpose-”

“This wasn’t on purpose?” And you know what he’s talking about - that barely-there fabric - the exact shade of his eyes. Only one glance at it had Gojo feeling like something snapped - possibly his restraint, maybe his sanity. Definitely you by the end of this. “This?” 

And you can’t even act coy - you don’t get the chance to. 

Because Gojo’s immediately got his hands everywhere. On your swollen breasts, your hips, the hem of your panties that he just barely had the patience to slide aside before stuffing you full. 

“Y-yes?” you ask, deliciously. Cunt clenching so sinfully around his throbbing cock in- fear? Anticipation? As he looked down so starved at you. 

“F-fuck. Ya shouldn’t have done this.” Gojo’s dragging his lips down your neck, soft. The exact opposite of how bruising his hips were of yours. “Oh, ya shouldn’t have done this-” Lewd curiosity getting the best of him as he dips his hand lower, pressing down just slightly on your lower stomach. “Because now,” Those blue eyes widening at the way his cum gushes down your legs, down his legs. “-m’not gonna let you go until I fuckin’ ruin these.”

And if you were in any better state of mind you could’ve almost laughed - because Gojo was acting like the soaked, flimsy fabric hanging around your body wasn’t already far, far past any salvation. 

No, he was fucking you like he was going to ruin them all over again. Tightening your legs thrown over his shoulders, folding you in half like some ragdoll as he bends down, down, down-

RIP!

You’re gasping at the sharp tear of fabric, one that you barely hear over the fucking obscene squelches from below. “T-Toru-” you squeal, ankles locking in warning. “These ngh- w-were expensive.”

“So?” And for all the world, Gojo has the audacity to sound so genuinely confused. Whispering a soft oh! as he angles his head just right to catch that sinful little tear in your panties. “Whoopsies.”

But, really, what your unregretful boyfriend was actually focusing on was how fucking illegal it should be for you to look this heavenly - legs shaky and limp, his seed forming a lewd little pool. Marked like you were fucking thrown to wolves, but, no, it was actually Gojo Satoru and he couldn’t fucking get enough-

“Five.”

The word comes out abruptly, strangled like Gojo himself was as bewildered as you as he suddenly blurts it out. 

And at your - fucking adorable - look of confusion, he’s kissing away the pout at your lips, murmuring hoarsely, “M’gonna buy you five more of these.”

That’s all that’s said before he’s only rocking his hips harder, feeling more of a fucking monster than he did when he was on the battle field. Wondering whether he’d have to buy a new fucking bed too with the way it was creaking under the pure power. 

And, well, it made some tiny, sadistic little part of Gojo delight to see the effect it had on you. Sweet moans of his name leaving your lips each time he draws rapid circles on your pretty clit. Hips fucking back down to meet his, so sloppy and needy - exactly the way he wanted you. 

“Sh-shit, Toru-” you’re bucking wildly underneath him, “M’close- so fucking close.”

He knew - of course he did. If the way your gummy walls were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him was anything to go by. Clit pulsing in a maddening little thump! thump! thump! that set Gojo’s animalistic rhythm. 

“Cum f’me.” he pants against your open mouth. Fingers hurrying on your clit because he wanted - needed - this so badly. “Cum f’me cum f’me, wan’ feel you squeezing my cock, sweetheart.” Needed to see if your tight pussy could take one more - to see if she’d overflow onto your poor panties again. “Cum f’me.”

“Ngh- fuck- Toru!”

And then you are - you feel it before you realize it. 

Just that white-hot electricity flowing through your veins, and your nails digging into Gojo’s milky skin. Leaving such angry red marks as you chase your high over and over and-

And Gojo wasn’t any better. Just barely having the sense to pull out as his balls squeezed so painfully and he’s painting your quivering pussy white. Thick rope after rope that the smug bastard purposefully smears all over your panties. 

So fucking filthy.

“Ten.” he’s groaning, and you already know what he means. “M’gonna have to buy you ten more after this.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[kaitoru]

thinking about nanami kento your husband who had a hard day at work that he needed to take it out on you

── cw. lowercase. mdni. ignored pleas. mild pain play. stress relief sex. overstimulation. body worship.

“need you.” he growls voice rough like gravel his hand calloused, warm and strong grab your waist spinning you to face him.

his lips crash into yours not the usual gentle kiss but his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he presses himself against you.

you gasp into his mouth the spoon clattering to the counter and he’s already lifting you, your thighs bumping the kitchen island as he sets you down, his fingers tearing at your leggings like theyre an insult to his patience.

“kento—” you start but his mouth is on your neck sucking hard enough to leave marks, and his hands are shoving your panties aside.

you are so wet.

you are always wet for him, but the speed the force of it, makes your breath hitch.

he’s not himself not the careful Kento who checks in with a soft “Is this okay?” tonight he’s a storm, and you’re caught in it.

he frees himself from his slacks and you barely get a glimpse of him— thick, throbbing, a bead of precum at the tip—before he’s pushing into you, one brutal thrust that stretches you so fast you cry out, hands scrabbling at his shoulders.

“fuck,” he groans head falling to your collarbone and he’s not stopping, not slowing, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that’s relentless, almost punishing.

the kitchen island creaks under you, your thighs burning as he grips them holding you open his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“kento—s-slow down,” you whimper voice trembling as the pleasure borders on too much, your body jolting with each thrust.

you’re full, too full, his cock hitting so deep it’s like he’s carving himself into you.

your nails bite into his shirt but he doesn’t hear you, lost in his own haze, his breath ragged as he mutters,

“so good, so fucking good.” his hands slide to your hips, pulling you harder against him, and you’re drowning in the intensity, your moans mixing with gasps that sound more like pleas.

“please, kento—slower,” you try again louder your voice breaking, but he’s too far gone his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, his groans vibrating through you as he chases his release.

it’s overwhelming, the way he’s fucking you like he needs to pour every ounce of his stress into you and your body’s betraying you, clenching around him even as you squirm, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer muchness of it.

your thighs shake your core tightening and you’re coming before you mean to a sharp, shuddering orgasm that rips through you, making you cry out his name.

he doesn’t stop doesn’t even pause his cock still pounding into you as you tremble, oversensitive, your whimpers turning to soft sobs.

“kento, too much,” you manage, but it’s like he’s in a trance, his grip tightening, his thrusts sloppy now chasing his own edge.

“mine,” he growls, voice low and possessive and with one final deep thrust, he comes spilling inside you, his body shuddering as he buries his face in your neck, breath hot and ragged.

for a moment it’s just your combined breathing heavy and uneven, the kitchen quiet except for the faint hum of the stove.

you’re shaking thighs slick your heart pounding, and kento’s still inside you his weight heavy against you.

then he lifts his head, and his eyes, those soft, eyes widen as he sees your tear streaked face, your trembling lips.

“baby,” he says voice cracking, and the shift is instant like he’s waking up.

his hands cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears.

“oh, fuck, did i—did i hurt you?” the panic in his voice guts you, and you shake your head, even though you’re still reeling, your body aching in the best and worst ways.

[yvesssssssss]

“Sit. Don’t move.”

Y ou’re already full—his cock buried in you to the base, the stretch making your thighs shake where they straddle him.

You don’t get to ride. You don’t get to grind. You just sit there, trembling on his lap in the middle of his bed while Caleb reclines against the headboard, one hand casually gripping your ass, the other lazily thumbing your nipple.

“Already soaked,” he mutters, glancing down at the slick dripping from where you’re stuffed full. “You’re disgusting.”

You clench around him at the sound of his voice, and he notices.

A sharp slap lands on your ass. You gasp.

“I said don’t fucking move.”

Another slap—harder.

“Every time you twitch, I’m going to edge you again. Is that what you want?” His tone is cruel, calm. “To spend the whole night on my cock, begging like a toy?”

You try to hold still, but it’s impossible. He’s thick, hard, hot inside you, and your body is screaming for friction. Your fingers dig into his chest for support, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You teased me all day. Now take it.”

He finally thrusts up into you. Once. Deep and brutal.

Your mouth falls open. No sound comes out.

“Pathetic,” he growls.

He doesn’t stop. Now he’s pounding up into you, forcing you to take every inch, every slap of skin echoing through the room. You’re a mess—moaning, writhing, tears threatening to fall. He edges you until your vision blurs, until you’re sobbing into his shoulder, so fucking close it hurts.

He stops again.

“Beg.”

“Please—please let me come—I’ll be good, I swear, Caleb—”

Another slap. “Now you want to behave?”

He starts again—harder. Fast. Relentless.

You come with a scream, clenching around him, convulsing as your orgasm crashes through you like fire.

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, through the aftershocks, overstimulating you until your legs shake and your moans dissolve into broken gasps. You’re fucked stupid—barely clinging to consciousness—and only then does he grab your hips and slam you down one last time, spilling deep inside with a guttural groan.

You twitch when he stays inside you.

“Keep it in,” he says coldly. “We’re not done.”

[drowsyrafe]

it was late at night, yet no one was sleeping. lewd noises bounced off the walls, moans, whines, grunts and dirty clapping sounds that made the room feel filthy and hot.

“fuck, you got some pussy on you.” drew grunted into your ear, the sound heavy and low in your ear. the sound made your eyes roll back, letting out a pornographic moan in response.

he was bending you over into doggy, hand gripping the back of your neck as he kept you down, smushing your cheek against the pillow. his other hand was ripping your hip, pulling you back onto him.

the clapping of skin against skin got louder as drew picked up his pace, needing to let off some steam after a interview gone wrong.

he came home frustrated and wound up, and your heat was the only thing that could help him. the wet, warm feeling he felt when he was inside you was other worldly, and he just needed to be balls deep inside you.

so now, an hour later, he was still at it. you’d came twice already, overstimulated beyond belief but still feeling the most pleasure you think you’ve ever felt.

“drew — gonna cum again.” you whined out, eyes squeezing shut as you felt the pleasure roll right down your spine, creeping right down to your core.

drew already knew that though. the way your pussy was clenching, milking him and driving him to the edge let him know in advance. “s’okay baby, cum all over me.” he grunted, letting out a moan as he started to drive into you sloppier.

he wasn’t afraid to show that he was being pleasured, his eyebrows would furrow and he’d start moaning and groaning, and it made you come apart faster.

your moans grew louder, your grip on the sheets became tighter, your body went hotter as you reached that high, waves of pleasure crashing over you in a way like no other.

you cried out, and so did drew. he near whimpered as he spilt into you, his warm seed spurting deep into your womb. “fuck!” he grunted loudly, sound whiney as he did three more sloppy, yet hard thrusts.

you bled his balls perfectly, and he was insanely calmed. he started to soften, and took that as a sign to pull out. you collapsed down, rolling onto your back to look up at him.

he was smiling lazily, that smile that let you know he had the best sex of his life. drew laid down beside you, shuffling and getting comfortable beside you as he slung an arm across you, pulling you up tight beside him.

“thank you baby, you really helped me feel better.” drew whispered into your ear, placing a kiss to your temple. his words made you grin, and your eyes fluttering shut as you seeped in his warmth.

“love you.” you mumbled, curling into him and getting yourself ready to sleep. “love you too.” he whispered, nuzzling his face into your hair.

— 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : my first work, i hope you guys like it because im quite proud of it! it’s a personal little piece which is what ill be writing the most unless any specific requests !

@ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄

[rafesbimbo]

Hey beautiful girl, Can you do one where rafe eats pussy but doesn't stop when she reaches her climax? Thanks pretty 😽

warnings: smut, pussy eating, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, fingering

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

you don’t know when it shifted, when sweet turned into filthy—when the gentle brush of rafe’s mouth over your thigh became something hungrier, more desperate, more ruthless.

maybe it was when you moaned his name for the third time. or maybe when your hips started grinding into his face like you didn’t care about anything else. either way, he’s got you now.

spread out on the bed, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair, eyes fluttering closed as he devours you.

“fuck, rafe,” you gasp, voice cracking under the weight of your release. “i—I’m coming—”

he knows. oh, he knows.

he feels the way your walls clench around nothing, how your thighs quake, how your belly jumps under his grip. but he doesn’t let up. doesn’t even slow down.

his tongue stays pressed to your clit, flicking and curling and circling with maddening, messy precision. one of his arms is looped under your thigh to keep you open, and the other—god, the other has two fingers stuffed inside you, curling deep, relentless.

you sob out something half-formed, writhing under him, but he just groans into your cunt, lips sticky with your slick.

“oh no,” he murmurs, voice muffled, filthy against your soaked pussy. “you don’t get to come and be done, sweetheart. not when you taste like this.”

he flicks his tongue faster, nose bumping your clit now, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips.

your hips jerk, overstimulated, nerves fried and still sparking. “r-rafe, I can’t—fuck, i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he mutters, pressing harder, fucking his fingers into you deeper. “you will. i’m not stopping ‘til this pretty pussy gives me everything.”

you cry out, thighs trying to snap shut, but he just groans, gripping tighter, spreading you wider, burying his mouth even deeper between your legs.

“look at you,” he pants, licking up your slit slowly, teasing. “squirming like a little slut, acting like you don’t love it.”

and he’s right—you do.

you’re soaked, dripping down your thighs, back arching with every flick of his tongue. and when he slips in a third finger and curls them just right—your body locks up.

your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

you scream for him, legs trembling violently as your hips roll helplessly against his mouth. and he moans into you, like he’s the one coming, like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you fall apart under him.

but still—he doesn’t stop.

“atta girl,” he breathes, mouth shiny, eyes dark. “give me another.”

your thighs are twitching now, the world white around the edges, and he’s already diving back in, hungry like he didn’t just make you come twice.

like he needs to ruin you a little more.

and you? god. you let him.

because it’s rafe.

and he always gets what he wants.

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

...

He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[calumcxke]

DISTRACTION

SUMMARY: staying over at your best friend’s apartment was nothing new to you- but when an unexpected thunderstorm strikes, soobin comforts you in his own way.

soobin x fem!reader

WARNINGS: reader is scared of thunder, slight panic attack, soobin has a mirror on his ceiling, dom!soobin, sub!reader, dry humping, fingering, oral (f rec.), overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism (hueningkai is still in the apartment)

wc: 9.1k

notes! this was my friend’s idea (@bluetyunhour) originally that she came up with for me since i have a fear of thunder.. this is also barely proofread,,, sorry!

you sighed quietly as you knocked on the door. your muscles were aching, and you swore you could feel your head beginning to pound. the door opened slowly, revealing a sweat-clad hueningkai standing on the other side.

“y/n!” he opened the door more, allowing you to walk inside. you shot him a tight lipped smile, walking over to the couch and letting your bag drop.

“where is everyone?” you ask, stretching your hands above your head.

“yeonjun’s out. soobin’s in his room,” he replied, walking over to the couch before plopping down. you nodded and thanked him before heading off to soobin’s room.

opening the door quietly, you were met with a relatively dark room, mostly lit up by the colors emanating from soobin’s pc.

“soobin?” you poked your head through the door, watching as he looked up from his game, a smile growing on his face the second he recognized you.

“hey.”

“hi,” you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you.

“how was school?” he paused his game, his full attention on you for the time being.

“so tiring. i need to relax,” you sighed, the pounding in your head finally becoming noticeable.

soobin stared at you for a second before chuckling lightly.

“you can take a nap in my bed,” soobin spoke, “i’m gaming with beomgyu, but i’ll try and be quiet.”

the exhaustion in your eyes was evident, and you took him up on his offer happily, practically ready to just sleep on the ground at that point.

“oh, wait,” he stood up quickly, heading over to his tv to turn it on, “is jujutsu kaisen okay with you?”

you laughed quietly, getting situated under his covers, “i’m gonna be sleeping through it. put whatever on, soob.”

“whatever you say,” he smiled, walking back to his pc, “sleep well.”

you hummed in response, turning over to your side as you snuggled up, letting your eyes flutter shut as sleep began to envelop you.

you were grateful for this tradition. getting to hang out with your best friends after a long day of school. it didn’t matter if everyone was busy, just being able to be around them and enjoy each other’s company was enough for you.

you had to admit, ever since you started working along with going to college it got much harder to hang out, but you would always find ways to hang out with them multiple times a week, sometimes crashing on the couch overnight before leaving early for class the next day.

while you slowly lost consciousness, you listened to jujutsu kaisen playing quietly in the back, and the sounds of soobin tapping his keyboard as he talked with beomgyu quietly.

-

you woke up a good hour and a half later, feeling a bit more well rested.

you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head as your eyes focused on soobin across from you.

all you could see from where you sat was the back of his head, and sometimes a glimpse of his side profile if he turned his head a bit.

you were pretty bored at this point, not knowing what else to do and deciding you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

soobin wouldn’t mind if you asked him to hang out, right?

you slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, calling out his name quietly.

“soobin.”

he didn’t hear, too engrossed with his game as he continued talking to beomgyu and hitting keys on his keyboard.

you reached your hand out to tap his shoulder lightly, “soobin.”

he jumped slightly at the action, pausing his game to turn around and look at you, slowly removing his headphones as he gave you an expectant look.

“what’s up?” he asked, fluffing his hair with one hand.

you cleared your throat, your eyes flickering across soobin’s face, suddenly aware of how attractive he really was. you blushed slightly, trying to not let it show how much of an effect he had on you. something about his hair in the dim light was getting to you.

“i was just, uhm.. bored,” you spoke quietly, now feeling embarrassed for pulling him out of his game to cater to your needs.

his face softened a bit, looking at his game before looking back at you, “you wanna hang out?”

“only if you want,” you sat back on your heels, trying not to look too desperate, but you were really bored and fiending for some attention at this point. and your eyes might have kept wandering to soobin’s lips a bit too much, or maybe it was you following his hand with your eyes as he brushed back his hair.

what you didn’t know was that he noticed everything, every little glimpse and action. he knew you were into him. but he wasn’t going to point that out.

“i would, but me and beomgyu still have a few hours of gaming left,” he responded with an apologetic look, trying to ignore the way your face visibly dropped at his sentence.

“how many?”

“like, uh, three,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face. you glanced at the clock to see it was already 10pm.

“oh, okay,” you responded, slowly beginning to scoot yourself back on the bed, “i’ll just go back to sleep.”

“you sure?” he turned around more, reaching for the tv remote, presumably ready to give it to you.

“yeah, i’m sure. don’t worry about it, i’m still tired anyway,” you yawned, lying back down and turning on your side, “i’ll talk to you later. night, soob.”

he hummed out a goodnight in response, before putting his headphones back on and turning around.

you were disappointed, you weren’t even going to lie. were you less important than the game to him? soobin would usually drop whatever he was doing to hang out with you when you came over, so of course you felt a bit discouraged right now.

but a part of you felt guilty for wanting his attention all to yourself. he was just trying to talk to beomgyu, and they deserve that without you whining. you decided to not ponder on it too much, and honestly soobin’s sheets were too comfortable for you to stay awake any longer. your thoughts became muddled as you once again let your eyes shut and went to sleep.

-

you woke up to the smell of ramen invading your nostrils. you really thought you were imagining things at first until you realized the smell was in fact right next to you.

you opened your eyes to see a large bowl of ramen, and a plate of kimchi sitting next to it. you smiled brightly as you took in the smell more, letting the comforting smell warm you up.

your mouth was watering as you took the first bite, letting out an audible hum and savoring the taste.

you figured soobin had to have made it at some point while you were asleep, looking up to see him taking a sip from his drink, head thrown back as he was close to finishing the bottle.

your eyes flickered to his adam’s apple, maybe staring for a bit longer than you needed to.

you silently thanked him in your head, not wanting to disrupt his gaming anymore, before taking another bite of the yummy dinner.

you didn’t even know if it could be called dinner anymore considering it was 11pm, but you were hungry.

you got lost in thought, eyes focusing in on soobin’s hands moving quickly across the keys, letting your gaze move to his head, watching his side profile become illuminated by his pc when he turned his head slightly.

it was eerily quiet in the room. soobin had turned the tv off at some point, the only light source in his room being his pc.

once again, your eyes dropped to his hands. long, skinny fingers hitting the keys quickly, sliding all over the keyboard as he typed a message out. a part of you felt bad for staring, but what could you say? soobin was attractive. anyone could see it.

you were lucky enough to call him your best friend, but there were certain points you wished you could be able to call him more.

small taps broke you out of your daydreaming, looking out the window to your left to see rain hitting the glass.

well, that’s amazing.

you didn’t remember seeing that it was gonna rain at all, and it was picking up pretty quickly, the soft taps on the window turning into fat droplets pelting the glass.

you grabbed your phone off the bedside table, opening the weather app only to see that it was going to be raining for the next few days.

and not just raining. storming. there was supposed to be thunder, lighting, and flash floods. you quickly accepted the fact you weren’t going home tonight, and if it was going to be storming like they were predicting you probably weren’t going to be leaving the apartment until it was over.

you slowly put your phone back down, going back to slowly eating your food, this time deciding to take a small bite out of the kimchi lying next to your ramen.

your attention was taken away from the food when you heard soobin shuffling in his seat.

he had turned around to look at you, seeming surprised you were awake.

“you’re up?”

“yeah, uhm, i just woke up like five minutes ago,” you responded, taking another bite of kimchi, “thanks for the food.”

he smiled, “it’s no problem, i felt bad for not being able to hang out. beomgyu just really wants to play games tonight since he’s not free any other day.”

“no, don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” you were still slightly disappointed, but you weren’t going to let that show.

“also, it’s supposed to be raining for the rest of the night, i guess it’s gonna storm pretty bad,” you added.

soobin turned to look out the window, nodding at the sight, “well, you can sleep in here then, it’s gonna be too cold on the couch.”

you shook your head softly. the couch was already pretty cold on normal nights, so you didn’t even want to imagine how cold it was going to be if you slept on it tonight. you were glad soobin was offering up his bed, but that meant he was going to be cold.

“i don’t want you sleeping on the couch either,” you spoke quietly.

he tilted his head at you, lips pouting a bit, “who said i was sleeping on the couch?”

oh.

oh.

your lips parted into a small ‘o’ as you processed his words, just nodding at him. you were totally fine. you could do this! sharing a bed with soobin? your best friend? no big deal. you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers as you bit your lip, trying to ignore the feeling of soobin’s eyes on you.

soobin watched you for a bit, waiting for your reply which never came. he slowly turned around and went back to his game, unpausing it to join beomgyu again.

you picked up your phone once again, confirming to yourself that it was going to be storming. you put your phone down, deciding the best thing to do at this point was sleep, you hated storms, you didn’t wanna have to deal with them and considering you left your headphones at your house you had nothing to help you.

slowly climbing out of bed, you trudged over to soobin, watching the small smile on his face as he chuckled at something beomgyu said. you tapped him on his shoulder lightly and he turned to look at you quickly, telling beomgyu to hold on a second.

“yes?” he asked, taking in the tired look in your eyes.

“i’m gonna go to sleep, just wanted to let you know,” you answered, giving him a small smile before heading back to the bed.

“goodnight, sleep well,” was all he said in response before turning back to his game.

as you climbed under the covers you couldn’t help but feel even more disappointed at the fact soobin was once again choosing his game over you.

what you didn’t know was that soobin felt terrible and he wanted more than anything to spend time with you. if you had come on any other day, it would’ve been perfectly fine. but him and beomgyu haven’t been able to hang out like this in weeks and he wanted to be able to spend time with his other best friend too. with the screen going black on his pc in between levels, he saw your pouty frame sitting in bed and holding onto his bunny plushie, before sighing and finally lying down.

he slowly lifted one of his headphones off of one of his ears, just barely enough so he could hear the outside noise well. just in case you needed anything, he would be able to hear clearly.

you were getting more comfortable in soobin’s sheets, nearly on the edge of passing out. sleep was starting to reach out for you, ready to envelope you in it’s soft embrace, lulling you off into dreamland. you snuggled your face further into soobin’s pillow, consciousness slipping further away from you- then a strike of thunder.

a loud gasp tore itself from your throat as you shot upright, gripping onto the sheets beside you as you tried to catch your breath. almost as fast as you shot up, soobin was spinning around in his chair to see your shaking frame.

“y/n? are you okay? what happened?” he questioned, staring at you with wide eyes.

“nothing, nothing,” your voice shook as you answered, “just a bad dream.”

you weren’t entirely sure if he believed you, he didn’t say anything for a couple seconds and just stared at you, and all you could do was hope another boom of thunder didn’t reverberate through the sky.

“are you sure?” he pressed further.

“i’m fine, soobin. don’t worry about me,” you smiled, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach your eyes, but it was enough for soobin to nod at you and turn back around towards his game, still being sure to keep one headphone off of his ear.

letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you slowly situated yourself back under the covers, trying to calm your breathing while snuggling further into soobin’s covers.

another boom or thunder shook the sky, your eyes scrunching shut as you held on tighter to soobin’s blanket, trying to ignore the loud noises. every time you were calming down more, another loud boom would follow, the sound filling your eardrums and causing panic to rise within you.

your knuckles were turning white from the hold you had on the sheets, feeling tears well up in your eyes as your breathing quickened. you just wanted the noise to stop. you hatred thunder.

ever since you were a little kid, you had memories of hiding under tables to get away from the thunder, letting out loud, wailing sobs as you clung onto your mom after she dragged you out, crying that you were scared of the loud noises in the sky. it was a fear that never truly went away, always sure to carry headphones with you if you knew it was going to rain so you could pop them in if thunder started and block the noises out of your mind. that however, wasn’t working today.

a small tear escaped your eye, followed by many more. you were trying to remain quiet, trying to calm your breathing which wasn’t really doing much, trying to push the fear out of your mind. small sniffles could be heard from you, burying your head further into soobin’s sheets, doing anything to drown out the noise.

you jumped at the feeling of a hand gently placing itself over yours, their thumb caressing your knuckles lightly. opening your eyes softly, soobin was kneeling next to the bed, concerned eyes looking into your teary eyes.

“are you scared of the thunder?” he spoke, glancing out the window before turning back to you.

you shook your head, staring at him, “no.”

“you’re scared of the thunder,” he replied.

“no, i’m not-” you tried to refute, but a crash of thunder sounded, your body tensing at the sound.

soobin stared at you for a bit with a solemn look on his face, his hand coming up to your face to wipe away your falling tears. you tried to ignore the way your breath hitched, and how your eyes widened slightly.

he stood up abruptly, startling you slightly, “come with me,” he spoke, holding out his hand for you to take.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, but you knew you could trust him. you raised your hand slowly and grabbed onto his as you flung your legs over the edge of the bed, pushing yourself off to stand up.

you let him guide you over to his computer, his hands dropping to your waist to maneuver you to sit in his chair, giving you a small smile before he grabbed his headset.

“hey, beomgyu, y/n is gonna play with us for a bit. she’s taking my spot,” he explained into the microphone, and you heard a muffled response from the other side, not being able to make out what beomgyu was saying.

he pulled the headset off of his head, placing it over your ears and motioning for you to speak.

“hi,” you stammered, your hands resting on the edge of soobin’s desk, not wanting to mess up anything.

“hey y/n! i was getting sick of playing with that loser, i’m glad you’re here,” beomgyu responded, and you couldn’t help the abrupt laugh that slipped past your lips, lifting your head to look at soobin with a smile.

“what?” soobin asked with a confused look on his face, “is he talking shit about me?”

you shook your head, looking back down towards the screen, “well, i’m really bad at gaming. i wouldn’t get too happy. what even is this game?”

“we’re basically connected by a rope, and we have to work together to get the key that leads you to the next level. it’s mostly teamwork,” he explained while you nodded along to his words, forgetting he couldn’t see you.

“okay, i can do this. that sounds easy enough,” you smiled, your voice more determined as you placed your hands on the keyboard, looking up to soobin to make sure you were using the correct keys. he nodded, and you looked back down, ready to start.

you started walking forward, beomgyu’s character moving with yours, beomgyu going to jump while you fell, dragging both of your characters down.

you sucked in some air, your face scrunching up, “sorry! i didn’t mean to do that.”

you heard beomgyu’s muffled laugh on the other side, “you’re fine. not everyone can be an amazing gamer like i am.”

a soft giggle escaped your lips, shaking your head as you played along with an exaggerated tone to your voice, “oh, right, i’m so sorry. i’ll get it right next time.”

you lied. you had tried six more times, and the same exact thing happened every time. you were starting to feel more embarrassed and you could tell beomgyu was getting slightly restless.

you weren’t on time with beomgyu, you would jump too early and he would fall, or you would jump too late and he would fall. you looked down with an embarrassed look as a sigh left your lips.

“i’m sorry, beomgyu. i told you i wasn’t good at this,” you muttered, your hands coming up to cover your face.

“it’s okay, we’ve got this,” he reassured you, sensing how nervous you were starting to get.

“here,” soobin chimed in from behind you, his hands reaching around you to grab your wrists lightly, “put your hands on the keys.”

you nodded, lowering your hands to place them on the keyboard again, situating yourself in a more upright position.

you felt soobin place his fingers on top of yours, his warm touch sending a shiver up your arms. you sucked in a breath, one you were sure both beomgyu and soobin heard. you clenched your eyes shut for a second in embarrassment and wished soobin didn’t have this much of an effect on you.

“i’ll help you,” he whispered, leaning down so his head was next to yours. if you weren’t wearing the headset he would’ve been whispering directly into your ear. you pushed away the lustful thoughts that filled your brain, clearing your throat and nodding at his words.

“okay..” you squeaked, your voice small. this was humiliating.

“soobin’s gonna help me, beomgyu,” you informed him, soobin guiding your hand to click the restart button on the level, the screen flashing as you two were once again at the starting point.

“i heard him, don’t worry,” he spoke, and you smiled slightly. soobin’s hands pressed down on your fingers, guiding your character to move, quickly getting through the part you were struggling with before.

“not so hard, was it?” he asked so quietly, it was almost a whisper. you turned your head to the side slightly, your breath coming out shaky when you realized how close your faces were.

you nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a small smile, “yeah..”

getting through the levels after that was easy, and you had gotten accustomed to the feeling of soobin being so close to you. you were bickering with beomgyu, the two of you talking about everything while you went through the levels, with the occasional jab towards soobin beomgyu would make.

you would laugh every time, soobin simply shaking his head. he was close enough to your ear to hear what beomgyu was saying, responding to the insults and listening to the way beomgyu would get quiet before bursting out with a laugh, not knowing soobin had heard him.

you had completely forgotten about the storm at this point, too caught up in the game as the levels got harder and harder. to be fair, you were barely doing any work. but it was still fun to at least be playing a part in it.

“okay, we have to lock in. this level is gonna be hard,” beomgyu said, and you heard him take a deep breath as you looked at the screen in front of you.

it definitely didn’t look easy.

“soobin, better work hard-“ beomgyu began to tease, his voice cutting out as soobin’s computer shut off, leaving the room pitch black. your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the screen, turning to face soobin with a concerned look.

he mirrored your expression, turning to look at the screen, “uh.. let me..”

he bent down, checking the plugs and clicking the keyboard a couple times, a slight hum leaving him.

“i don’t know what happened, everything is still connected,” he mumbled, standing back up to look down at you.

a loud knock on the door caused you to jump slightly, soobin turning around to look.

“yeah?,” he called, waiting for a reply.

“the power went out!” hueningkai called from the other side, and soobin turned to look back at you, the computer turning off suddenly making a lot more sense.

“oh, makes sense,” he responded, reaching down to pull the headphones off of your ears and place them on the table next to you. the two of you shared an embarrassed look, both wondering why you didn’t think of that at first.

“hey, where’s y/n? i haven’t seen her,” hueningkai continued. you looked up at soobin with a small smile, a soft giggle leaving you.

“she’s in here. she’s staying with me tonight,” he responded, smiling back at you.

“oh,” he mumbled, a pause before his next words, “okay. goodnight.”

“goodnight,” the two of you called back, listening as hueningkai’s footsteps descended from the door. silence surrounding the two of you once again.

it was hard to see soobin at all. the room was pitch black, and he looked like a silhouette in front of you, nothing more.

“i’m gonna go get some candles,” he blurted, breaking the silence and beginning to make a move for the door.

your hand moved before you could think too much about it, grabbing onto his wrist and stopping him from going any further. well, let’s be honest, you weren’t stopping him at all. he could’ve kept walking if he wanted to. but he stopped for you.

“don’t go,” you whispered, your grip on his wrist loosening as you lowered your hand back down into your lap, beats of silence passing as you waited for his response.

he hummed quietly, turning back towards you, “okay.”

he was standing so close to you, looking down at you, and from the proximity you could make out his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips as he spoke, “you’re really dependent on me, aren’t you?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, a laugh leaving you, “shut up.”

he did, surprisingly. he tilted his head to the side, almost observing you. a loud crash of thunder filled the room with noise, your eyes clenching shut as your body went rigid.

“soobin,” you squeaked out, not even realizing his name had left your lips as you looked up at him, panic flashing across your face.

you felt your eyes grow watery, a pout forming on your lips as you met his eyes. he looked like he was once again trying to figure out what to do. he couldn’t distract you with technology this time, he couldn’t block out the noise for you. a small tear slipped down your face, a broken whimper leaving your lips as more thunder sounded throughout the quiet room. you couldn’t even be embarrassed about crying over thunder at this point. you were so overwhelmed.

soobin’s hands reached under your legs, pulling them towards him, before reaching his arms behind your chest and lifting you up, holding you bridal style.

a small part of your mind flickered to how strong he was, how easily he was able to pick you up and how easily he was able to carry you.

he shuffled over to the bed, lighting tossing your body down as you landed with a quiet “oomph”. your eyes flickered down towards him, trying to make out where he was in the darkness.

you saw him lift one leg up onto the bed, leaning his upper body over you as he held eye contact with you, not saying anything, just watching how you reacted to him.

he slowly began to crawl up your body, the only noise being your shaky breaths and the rain hitting the window. shivers erupted across your body as you felt him get higher.

what the fuck is he doing? you thought to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as you watched him.

he was so close now, leaning right over your face. a lightning strike lit up the room, your eyes meeting soobin’s more clearly. there was desire evident in his eyes, your mind going haywire. you had to have been imagining that, right? there’s no way.

he leaned down very slightly, his voice quiet and breathy as he spoke, “do you want me to help you?”

a small gasp slipped past your lips, your eyes wide. you couldn’t say anything. the words wouldn’t leave your mouth. this was not happening. this was not reality.

he leaned down, his face so, so close to yours, before he moved his head towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he continued, “use your words. yes or no.”

a shiver ran down your spine, a shaky breath leaving your lips as your body finally forced the words out, “yes. please.”

you felt him smile against your ear, lifting his head once again so he was hovering over you. he reached one hand out to wipe the still-wet tears on your face, his thumb then trailing down to your lips and pulling your bottom lip down before letting it slap back into place.

god, he was so hot. you sucked in a breath of air at the action, your eyes locked on his as began to lean down.

it was soft. his lips were so soft, slowly moving against your own as he titled your head up slightly to access your mouth better. a soft whine slipped past your lips, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

he pulled away, looking into your eyes. this was your best friend. you were kissing your best friend. your hands slid up to his hair, tangling themselves in his roots and tugging slightly, hearing him suck in a breath of air before his lips were back against yours.

his tongue prodded lightly at your bottom lip, and you obliged easily, opening your mouth to let him in. he was so gentle with his kisses, but they were all-consuming at the same time. his hand that was on your jaw moved down your body, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt before he pushed his hand under slowly.

a gasp left your lips at the feeling of his cold hand on your warm stomach, his large hand splayed out on your abdomen. he wasn’t moving it, just holding it there, like he was waiting for you to tell him to stop. like he wanted you to tell him this was a bad idea.

you didn’t. you would never. fuck, you’ve wanted him for so long, you weren’t going to cut things off now.

his mouth was pushing harder against yours, his kisses getting slightly more rough. your thighs rubbed together while your fingers found themselves tugging at his hair once again. you felt him smirk against your lips, his hand finally beginning to inch up your abdomen.

another crash of thunder. your lips stuttered against his, the grip you had on his hair loosening at the sound. you were so enthralled, you had forgotten why you two started making out in the first place.

he pulled away from you slightly, just enough so he could speak, your lips still brushing each other so very lightly.

“focus on me. not the thunder. i’m right here,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck.

you only nodded at his words. you felt like you were in a dream at this point. his lips softly kissed at your neck, nipping slightly in certain spots before he made sure to run his tongue over the spot, pressing a small kiss before moving on to another spot.

you rolled your head back against the sheets, giving him all the access he needed as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. a fleeting thought of how you would explain this to hueningkai in the morning popped into your mind but you decided that was a problem for tomorrow.

you felt his fingers reach the bottom of your bra before stopping and tapping your skin lightly. you guessed he was asking if it was okay to keep going further.

“yes,” you spoke, your voice breathy and sounding foreign to yourself. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. his hand moved up higher, cupping your bra-covered breast in his hand and giving it a light squeeze.

a moan slipped past your lips before you shut your mouth quickly. you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second. you felt him laugh against your neck, his breath tickling you and the sound so soft. he sat up, the hand that was holding himself up moving to the bottom of your shirt.

“can i take this off?,” his voice was quiet, but it wasn’t nervous. no, he sounded confident. it only turned you on more, a whine slipping past your lips as you nodded your head, arching your back slightly to make it easier for him.

he pulled your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it to a random corner in the room before he was leaving down, his lips latching on to your chest. you sucked in a breath at the action.

“soobin,” you whispered quietly, your voice shaky and ridden with need. you didn’t know where to put your hands, they were going from his shoulder, to his hair, to his biceps.

his hand snaked under your back and you lifted yourself off the bed as best you could as he undid your bra. you tried not to let the fact that he did it effortlessly with one hand linger for too long in your mind. he slid your bra off your body slowly, before leaning back down to press a kiss on your now exposed breast, his other hand coming up to play with the other one. his lips latched onto your nipple, lolling his tongue over the pebbled skin and you swore you were going to go insane.

gasps and whines were leaving your lips as he continued to pleasure both of ur breasts, humming against your exposed flesh. he pulled away just slightly, his hand continuing to squeeze and caress your other breast as he mumbled, “you’re so pretty, fuck.”

“more,” you whimpered out, any proper responses long gone from your mind at this point. your hands clawed at his shirt as best you could, trying to pull it over his head. he got the memo, sitting up and tugging the offensive piece of clothing off of him, your eyes taking in his now exposed chest.

it wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before- no, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times. this felt different. so, so different.

he leaned back down, trailing kisses down your torso while his hands roamed before finally setting on the hem of your sweats, “lift for me.”

you pushed your hips off the bed slightly, giving him access to pull your sweats and panties down slowly. you heard a small gasp escape his lips, your legs pushing together out of instinct, “you’re soaking, y/n, fuck.”

he hummed, shaking his head before pulling your legs apart, “don’t hide from me.” you whined softly as your head lolled to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you shouldn’t be embarrassed, really. but nerves were still coursing through your body, your eyes clenching shut.

“hey.” his hands rubbed your thighs lightly, pulling your attention back to him, “why are you so nervous?”

you didn’t say anything for a bit, pursing your lips as you thought of a response. “you make me nervous,” you finally mumbled out, looking down at him slowly.

he chuckled softly, his fingers moving further up your thighs, closer to where you needed him. a soft gasp left your lips, your eyes widening slightly. he hummed, his eyes flickering down and back up, “i do?”

you nodded, a small- and borderline embarrassing- whimper slipping past your lips. your hips wiggled slightly despite your nerves, trying to get him closer to where you needed him. “soobin, please,” you gasped out, your eyes staring into his.

he finally obliged, one of his fingers sliding through your folds, a sharp gasp leaving you. “keep your eyes on the mirror, baby,” he mumbled, giving you a smirk as your head fell back, your eyes barely being able to make out the sight that was being reflected on the mirror.

“want you to watch as i ruin you,” he continued, your body tensing at his words. god, you were not making it out of this. his fingers slid up to your clit, slowly massaging the bundle of nerves. your breathing sped up, a soft moan slipping past your lips as your hands grabbed onto the sheets beside you.

“soob, please. need you so bad,” you whined, grinding your hips up into his hand. his other hand moved to your abdomen, pushing down to keep your hips in place. a moan left you, your hands moving from the sheets to his hair.

“patience,” he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice. his fingers moved from your clit, two of his fingers prodding at your entrance before pushing in slowly. you moaned softly, your head rolling back. “eyes on the mirror,” he mumbled a reply, pulling his fingers out almost all the way before pushing them back in.

you didn’t really hear him, focusing too heavily on the feeling of his fingers. until you felt him latch onto your clit, his lips sucking lightly and drawing a mix of a moan and a gasp from your lips, “fuck!”

you pulled your vision back to the mirror, the sight barely illuminated, the only thing visible being your silhouettes- which were still incredibly hard to see. your fingers tugged at soobin’s hair, trying your best to contain your sounds as you bit your lip so hard you were sure you could draw blood soon.

he was licking and sucking at your clit, his fingers speeding up inside of you, the wet sounds that were leaving your pussy were something you would have normally been embarrassed by, but you were too far gone by this point.

whispers of his name and profanities were leaving your lips, your hands gripping his hair harder as he hummed against you, sending a chill throughout your body. you felt the first tingling’s of your orgasm creeping up on you, your legs threatening to close around his head.

“soobin- soobin ‘m close..” you struggled out between whines, unable to do anything besides take what he was giving you, throwing your head back against the pillow.

soobin removed his fingers, moving his hands to hold either of your thighs down as he moved his tongue, licking a long stripe up your heat. one of your hands flew from his hair to your mouth, struggling to hold in the noises leaving your lips at this point.

“you’re so fucking wet. tastes so good,” he mumbled against your lips, licking and sucking harder as he pushed your legs further apart, practically making out with your cunt, “you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my tongue?”

you nodded dumbly, too close to your orgasm to process his words or anything that was happening around you besides the feeling creeping up on you. your eyes were trained on the ceiling, your orgasm growing tighter, so close to falling over the edge.

a lightning strike lit up the room, giving you a perfect view of soobin’s head in between your thighs, your hand gripping his hair, and your fucked out face. you stared back at your reflection, the familiar feeling creeping up on you all too quickly.

“fuck, i’m gonna-“ you started, your orgasm cutting you off as your back arched into the air, your hand tugging harder at soobin’s hair. your body shook, his hands pushing your thighs down harder as he groaned into your cunt, the feeling heightening your orgasm. muffled whines pushed their way past your lips, although your hand was trying its best to muffle the noises.

soobin wasn’t slowing down. even as you started to come down from your orgasm, tinges of overstimulation mixing pain with pleasure, he kept going. “soobin.. too much,” you whimpered, your hand falling from your mouth to grab onto his hair, attempting to push his head away.

“you taste so good,” he responded, his voice muffled and sending vibrations up your core, your legs twitching at the feeling.

“soobin,” you mewled, tears welling up in your eyes as you attempted to push your thighs together, your head falling to the side.

he lifted his head, looking up at your shaking form with a small smirk adorning his lips, “you can give me one more, can’t you?”

he went back to eating you out almost immediately, except this time he removed one of his hands from your thigh, pushing two of his fingers inside your dripping hole, beginning to thrust them in and out.

you threw your head back, a gasp falling from your lips as your hands tugged at his hair. “i can’t.. soobin,” you whimpered, tears falling down your face at the feeling.

he moved his free hand, once again pressing his hand down on your stomach as he sped up his fingers, the feeling pushing you close to the edge once again. you but your lip hard, holding in the noises threatening to leave your lips as he continued his ministrations.

you couldn’t even give soobin a warning this time, your second orgasm crashing over you as your eyes rolled back, your pussy gushing all over his fingers and face.

he helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly pulling his fingers out of you once it started becoming too much again. he pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, your legs jumping slightly at the feeling.

he pushed himself back up your body, enveloping your lips in a soft kiss. you tasted yourself on his lips, humming quietly into the kiss. he ground himself against your core, his bulge applying the perfect amount of friction against your clit. you gasped against his lips as your head tilted back slightly.

he looked down at you, a teasing expression on his face, “what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t care less that he was teasing you at this point, grinding your core up against him. “need you,” you mumbled.

“yeah?” he teased, continuing to grind his hard cock against you. he wanted to be inside you so bad, his sweats were painful at this point and your pussy was providing the perfect amount of friction for him. he wanted to keep teasing you, to see how far he could push you, but his self control was shattering more every second.

he pulled away, a whine falling from your lips at the feeling disappearing. you looked up at him with a pout, “why’d you stop?”

“i’d rather you come on my cock,” he replied simply, his words rendering you speechless. he tugged his sweats and underwear down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. the tip was red and leaking, your mouth dropping open at the sight. he stroked himself a few times with his hand, a cocky smile on his lips when he noticed your reaction.

“holy shit,” you mumbled, a new wave of arousal washing over you. he leaned his body over yours once more, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“are you ready?” he asked softly, lining himself up with your entrance. you nodded quickly, letting out a desperate hum as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him back down to your lips. he reciprocated the kiss immediately, pushing his hips forward slowly and enveloping himself in your tight heat.

you gasped, your lips separating from his as your face scrunched up and a moan spilled past your lips, closing your mouth quickly. soobin’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to move forward slowly, “fuck, you’re so tight.”

you couldn’t get any words out, noises stuck in your throat as he practically split you open on his cock. he finally bottomed out, his thighs flush against the back of yours. you could feel every ridge and vein, a deep breath leaving him as he spoke, his voice shaky, “i’m gonna start moving.”

“okay,” you whispered, a whine slipping past your lips as he pulled out, pushing himself back in quicker than before. you couldn’t think straight, your mind muddled and completely focused on how good you felt right now, how soobin was fucking you just right, setting a perfect rhythm.

“soobin, fuck,” you mumbled, your hands moving to his neck, his arms, his back, anywhere that you could get a hold of to ground yourself. the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated quietly throughout the room, the both of you trying your best to be quiet, but, fuck, it was hard.

“gonna make you cum on my cock. make you forget about everything else,” he sighed, his hand coming down to push on your stomach, your eyes rolling back at the pressure, “fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.”

he stopped his movement, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at him, “no- no, don’t stop.”

he didn’t answer, grabbing your legs and pressing them to your chest, holding them there by the back of your knees as he started to move again, the new angle making him feel even deeper. “fuck, oh my god,” you whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow. he had you practically locked under his hold, unable to do anything besides take all of him.

a certain thrust had him pushing up right against your g-spot, a broken gasp leaving your lips as your hand shot out to the sides, gripping the sheets as your eyes rolled back. soobin caught on quickly, rolling his hips up against the same spot, “right there?”

“yes, yes, please, oh my god,” you babbled, trying your best to hold the sounds threatening to push past your lips in. he picked up his pace more, hitting the perfect spot repeatedly. you felt your high growing quickly, the band getting ready to snap.

“soobin, i’m close,” you whined, his hand immediately coming down to rub circles on your clit. the added stimulation pushed you even closer to the edge, your eyes clenching shut.

“me too, baby. gonna stuff you full of my cum,” he groaned out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared the edge, “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“pleeease, i need it. need your cum,” you whine, your hands pulling at the sheets harder as you feel the band in your stomach growing tighter, “i’m gonna cum- soob!”

he sped up his thrusts, rubbing harder at your clit, “cum for me.”

his words pushed you over the edge, your toes clenching and eyes rolling back as your orgasm exploded, your release gushing all over his cock. your pussy clenched tightly around him, making it harder for soobin to move as he groaned, watching how your face contorted as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck, baby. squeezing me so tight. i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up,” his voice was strangled and shaky, his hips slamming against yours as he shot his cum inside you, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. he rocked his hips slowly against yours, helping the two of you ride out your highs.

your breathing slowed down as your body relaxed into the sheets, trying to process what had just happened. his forehead dropped against yours softly as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before releasing your legs, them instantly falling down by your sides.

“hey,” he whispered against your lips, a soft smile playing on his lips as his hands came up to your face, pressing another kiss to your lips before he continued, “want you to ride me.”

your eyes snapped open, staring into his eyes with an exasperated look, “soobin, i’ve come three times already. i can’t do another one.”

“oh, but i think you can,” he smiled, looking out the window before turning back to you, “besides, it’s still thundering outside.”

you couldn’t even get an answer out before he was flipping the two of you over, a gasp leaving your mouth as your hands shot out to his chest to steady yourself. the new position had him hitting different spots inside you, your pussy clenching around his hardening cock.

a corner of his lip lifted, his hand slapping your ass lightly, “turn around for me, baby.”

you obliged, pulling off of him with shaky legs as you both winced at the feeling as you moved your body, positioning yourself over him once again. you were trying to ignore the soreness in your legs, grabbing his now hard dick and aligning him with your entrance before slowly sinking down.

you bit your lip hard, holding back the moan of pleasure, a small whimper slipping out instead. “fuck, soobin,” you whined, your head dropping to your chest as you continued to lower yourself, finally feeling him bottom out.

“just like that, doing so good for me, hm?” he mumbled, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he helped guide your movements, your mouth falling open at the new feeling. you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, your hands steadying themselves on his thighs, helping you move quicker as you bit back moans and cries.

your legs were stinging, threatening to give out on you as you tried to keep going and push yourself through the pain. it didn’t work, your legs dropping down as you took a deep breath. you tried to lift yourself up again, but soobin’s hands held you in place.

“relax,” he murmured quietly, bending his knees and pushing his feet into the mattress, his hips thrusting up into yours and immediately setting a brutal pace. you couldn’t fight the loud cry that left your lips, one of your hands slapping up to your mouth as you tried your best to muffle the desperate sounds leaving you.

he was so deep, hitting you in places that had tears welling up in your eyes, your hand gripping onto his thigh like a lifeline. “too much!” you cried, the hand on your mouth dropping down to his other thigh to hold yourself in place.

one of his hands moved from your hip, slowly sliding up the rest of your body before he reached your neck, grabbing your chin and angling your head up towards the ceiling. “look at yourself, baby. how good you’re taking me,” he spoke gruffly, voice consumed by lust.

your fucked-our face was staring back at you, teary eyes and mouth hung open, soobin’s hand holding your chin and his hips pistoning up into yours. his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pulled between his teeth as he watched the way you sucked him in. you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you at the lewd sight.

it was like a dam broke. all the moans and whimpers you had been holding in were slipping past your lips as the tears that had been welling up in your eyes spilled over. he angled his hips just right, thrusting up against your g-spot again as a loud cry left you. you didn’t even have to tell him at this point, he knew. he kept the angle, repeatedly hitting the same spot that made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

he chuckled quietly behind you, his voice strangled as he spoke, “you want hueningkai to know how good i’m fucking you?” you clenched tightly around him at his words, a whimper leaving your lips. you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again, “you liked that, didn’t you? dirty girl.”

“yes, w-want everyone to know- need you,” you stammered out, your voice shaky and cut off with moans. you were nearing the edge for the fourth time that night, loud, unabashed moans leaving your lips as your hands pushed harder against his thighs, trying to ground yourself somehow.

you were so far gone at this point, only caring about the pleasure coursing through you. you felt like you were in a different dimension. you were so close to tipping over the edge, your cunt beginning to clench around soobin as you cried out.

“you close, baby?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. he doubled down on his efforts, thrusting into you faster, if that was even possible at this point.

“please- please.. need to cum, fuck, please, let me cum, soobin, please, want you to fill me up!” you pleaded, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes clenched shut. you were so close to falling over the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening more and more, so close to snapping, so close to-

your vision went white, your mouth falling open as a cry left you as your cunt spasmed wildly around him. it was euphoric, your body twitching and spasming as he held you in place, beginning to chase his own high. you could do nothing besides take it, whimpers and cries leaving your lips as the pleasure morphed into pain.

“i’m almost there baby, fuck, just-“ he started, his thrusts sloppy and quick as he neared the edge, “i’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck”

you watched his face with bleary eyes when he came, the reflection dark and hard to make out. his eyebrows were squinted closed and his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth hung open as he filled you up, pulling you down as hard as he could, hot white seed filing you to the brim and spilling out from being so stuffed.

his grip on you loosened, pulling you back against his chest. the position was uncomfortable, your legs and back bent at a weird angle, but you were too far gone to think about that right now. he smiled at your pliantness, adjusting your legs for you the best he could, pulling himself out of you slowly.

you whined at the sting, his hand stroking your arm as he whispered, “it’s okay, just relax, alright?” you nodded, soobin sliding himself out from underneath you so he was next to you, turning on his side and facing you.

“hey,” he mumbled with a smile, watching as you turned your head to meet his eyes with a shy smile.

“hi,” you giggled, your voice hoarse and sleepy.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he admitted quietly, biting his lip as he averted his vision.

your eyes widened slightly, turning your body fully to face him as you responded, “you have?”

“yeah,” he said, a small laugh leaving his lips as he looked back at you, “i’ve wanted you since we became friends. i just didn’t wanna make things awkward. but you would always give me these looks and i couldn’t tell if you liked me or not. tonight i just.. i couldn't help myself, i guess.”

your mouth fell open slightly, a smile forming on your lips as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ve always been yours, soobin.”

his eyes lit up, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached up to cup your jaw, pulling your lips back against his. this kiss was different from the others. it was sweet, full of emotion and untold feelings that had finally come to surface.

he pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke, “let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” as you nodded along to his words, the rain pouring outside the window as the storm raged on, one thought circulated through your mind.

maybe thunder wasn’t so bad after all.

oh, and how you were going to explain this to hueningkai in the morning.

eeee i hope u like it!!

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He had been going on for hours and you cant take it anymore

Summary: since you steped in his room he had been pounding and using you in every way to the point you cant take it anymore

Warnings: Extremely rough sex, overstimulation, non-stop pounding, slight coercion, size kink, manhandling, dominance, mild degradation, possessiveness, slight aftercare, and explicit smut. (18+ ONLY)

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The moment you stepped foot into Rafe’s bedroom, you should’ve known you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. You were already spent, body trembling, chest heaving as you clawed at the sheets beneath you, but Rafe wasn’t done. Not even close.

“Rafe—” your voice came out broken, a pathetic whimper that only seemed to spur him on. He didn’t let up, his hips slamming into yours with brutal force, stretching you open again and again.

You had lost track of how many times he had made you come. Three? Four? Maybe more? Your body was past the point of exhaustion, pleasure turning into something overwhelming, something too much to handle. Your legs had given up long ago, shaking and useless, but Rafe didn’t need you to hold yourself up. He had you exactly where he wanted—trapped beneath him, at his complete mercy.

“You can take it,” Rafe growled into your ear, his voice dark, possessive. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Coming over here looking all sweet, knowing damn well what I’d do to you.”

You barely managed to shake your head, a weak, breathless sob slipping past your lips. “Can’t—Rafe, I can’t—”

His large hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his face twisted into something animalistic, something desperate. He was lost in you, addicted to you, and he wasn’t stopping until he was completely satisfied.

“Too bad,” he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to make your head spin. “You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

He shifted then, pulling your legs apart wider, tilting your hips just right so he could push even deeper, filling you in a way that had you choking on your own breath. The stretch, the fullness, the way his cock dragged against your walls with every ruthless thrust—it was all too much. You didn’t even realize you were crying until Rafe smirked, leaning down to lick the salty tears from your cheek.

“Poor baby,” he cooed mockingly, nipping at your jaw before his lips trailed down your throat, his teeth scraping over your pulse point. “Crying for me, and I’ve barely even started.”

You let out a broken sob as another wave of pleasure crashed through you, your body convulsing underneath him. You didn’t even have the strength to fight it anymore, your body giving in to whatever he wanted to take from you.

Rafe groaned, his pace faltering for just a moment before he grabbed you roughly, flipping you onto your stomach. You barely had a second to catch your breath before he yanked your hips up, forcing you onto your knees. Your arms buckled instantly, your cheek pressed against the mattress as he lined himself up again and slammed back inside.

A scream ripped through your throat, pleasure and pain mixing into something dizzying. Rafe only chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your waist bruisingly hard as he pounded into you with renewed force, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs.

He gritted out, his fingers digging into your skin. “You get that? No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else gets to hear you beg like this.”

You were too far gone to respond, your mind blank, body wrecked. He had completely unraveled you, broken you down until all you could do was take it.

And he wasn’t stopping. Not until he was done.