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[sapphireginger]

Bite

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Stiles had been attacked but no one cared. Only Theo and Allison knew what had happened to him. Scott was a bad friend and a bad alpha, largely downplaying Stiles’s injuries, the pack therefore following suit.

A few people hovered around Stiles while he was in the hospital but Stiles zoned out. He knew Ally kept stopping by and that others did too but he couldn’t make himself really care too much. They didn’t really care about him. They were only there because he got hurt badly enough to end up in the hospital.

Theo would only show up when Stiles was asleep. It was a few days later when Stiles realized Theo was there because someone mentioned his name. Liam teased Stiles about Theo, all in good fun, but Stiles lashed out about it and told him to knock it the fuck off. After that, Liam stopped showing up and everyone stopped joking.

In the dead of night, Theo snuck in and ran his knuckles against a sleeping Stiles’s cheek. “Mine?”

Stiles healed but was constantly on edge. He didn’t tell everyone what happened and sadly no one in the pack realized it. Their bonds with Stiles had broken a long time ago and it hurt so bad he had passed out but that was how he knew he was done. Stiles had Ally and Theo. They were all he needed.

Finally Stiles ran into Theo and insisted they talk. Theo took Stiles to his apartment. It was there that Stiles found out about mates and that Theo was an alpha.

Theo turned Stiles, with his consent, and then surrendered his alpha spark. Theo spoke softly as he said, “I never wanted to be the alpha, Stiles. You are a natural born leader. I’ll follow you always, My Alpha.”

[midsummerclan]

Moon 2 coming soon..

[nimbusclan]

Moon 5 Part 4

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Fogfreckle’s body hits the ground hard, rolling halfway down the slope as Moonstar slides down after him, pebbles skidding out from under her paws as she rushes to his side.

“Fogfreckle?” Moonstar’s voice wavers as she reaches him in a spray of stones, hovering a scraped paw gently over his bleeding body as she hesitates. He’s just lying there, chest rising and falling shallowly, as blood oozes from thick punctures along his back that stains his pale fur red. Should she roll him over? What if his bones are broken? He’s not dead, by the grace of StarClan, but she’s no medicine cat – she has no idea how close he is to death or how much worse she’ll make it if she tries to move him.

The circling shadow of the eagle drifts over them with another ear-splitting, screeching cry, and Moonstar’s fear makes the decision for her. She grabs Fogfreckle by the scruff of the neck and begins to haul him farther down the slope. She doesn’t want to injure him more than he already is, but she knows it’ll be worse if they’re caught out here on the open mountainside once the larger predators in the area catch scent of his blood and come to investigate.

Fogfreckle doesn’t make a single nose of pain as she pulls him through the dirt. She drags him as far as a tumbled collection of boulders and stones, squeezing into a space between the rocks that is just big enough for Moonstar to fit her body through and drag Fogfreckle in after her. The space is tight, without a lot of room to move, and Moonstar has to swallow panic and bile as the walls seem to press in around them. 

“This is best,” she says aloud to herself, “foxes or fishers can’t reach us in here. It has to be here.” The self-soothing doesn’t do much to abate her claustrophobia, but Fogfreckle makes a pained noise in response to her voice and all thoughts of herself vacate her mind.

Fogfreckle whimpers as Moonstar licks his wounds clean, flinching as she clears dirt from the punctures with her rough tongue. She doesn’t say anything while she works, but she nearly sags in relief with every flinch and whimper from her brother. He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s alive and he’s okay.

“Stay here,” she says at last when she’s cleaned most of the blood and debris from his fur. It’s still oozing sluggishly from his wounds, bright and wet. “I need to find cobwebs. Do you think you broke anything?”

“I don’t think so,” Fogfreckle murmurs, voice weak and faint with exhaustion. 

“Reckless,” Moonstar murmurs back, licking his forehead once. “Alright. Okay. Stay safe. Please, please, stay safe. I’ll get us help, okay? I’ll find someone to help.”

Moonstar scrambles out from under the claustrophobic press of rocks and pelts back up the mountain, swerving trees and boulders and leaping roots as she climbs higher and higher. Panic and grief strangles her thundering heart, pushing her to run faster and faster until her legs are burning. She reaches a break in the pines, a ledge buffeted by the wind, and yowls at the top of her lungs until her voice runs ragged.

“HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE! HELP!”

Her voice echoes back to her across the mountain, mimicking her fear. When it fades, there is only the sound of the mountain. Wind in her ears, the rustle of leaves in the trees, insects that hum in the sun. A sob escapes her, then a full blown wail, and her body collapses beneath her as the lack of response presses against her.

They are alone. At sunrise, she awoke as the leader of this clan, and at sundown she is so terribly, horribly, awfully alone.

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[krethes]

@wolfstarmicrofic - day 2: sir - words: 296 - rating: m

"Oi, where th'fuck is the runner for 6? Heat lamp's gonna cook this shit to med rare and I swear to fuck I'm not remaking it because he's fucked off somewhere!" "Easy, cujo, I'm here, I'm here! Stop your barking." He looks totally unbothered, pristine, refreshed. Not sweating buckets like Remus. Jackass. "About fuckin' time."  Remus doesn't shove the hot plate across the shelf at him, but only because the au jus is too good to waste. "Go." The server, an infuriating man Remus tries daily to forget the name of, salutes him mockingly. "Yes sir." "Yes chef," Remus grumbles after him. He never calls him chef, does it on fucking purpose, flitting about in his uniform, his tight black trousers that show off his ridiculous arse and waist-clutching black shirt, that slutty little vest with the silver buttons. Buttons that Remus plucks off with his teeth not even a week later when the pot finally boils over. He's got Sirius up against the grimy bricks in the smoking alley out back, his shirt rucked up by Remus's hands, his mouth kiss-bruised and red, his face the prettiest shade of pink as Remus ravages his way down to the damp bulge in those sinful trousers. Sirius bucks when Remus noses there, when he digs his teeth into the expensive fabric, a muzzled bite. A warning. A promise. He looks up at Sirius, at the fucked-out look on his face, and the devil in him practically purrs. "Want me to suck it?" he asks, feeling Sirius's cock pulse under his palm. Sirius meets his eyes, steady on for the shambles he's already in, and the smirk on his lips could drive Remus to murder. He knows now he'd do anything for this fucking arsehole. Fuck. "Yes, chef."

[lemnnshark]

"Echosnout is a black-and-white she-cat."

[kflixnet]

[MDNI] New to KFLIXNET: Check out our member Ele's smut headcanons!

Kiss or Slap?

Stray Kids x reader

Do they give pussy slaps or pussy kisses?

Wc: 394 Genre: smut, 18+ ONLY

Tw: smut, pussy kisses and slaps

Taglist: @kflixnet @bahng-chrizz @hann1bee

Bang Chan

Both. He kisses your pussy when he goes down on you, because to him it’s a pretty treasure. Doesn't matter if he’s in a rough mood or if he’s making love to you, he will always kiss your pussy. When he’s taking it out on you though, he will slap it hard afterwards. Especially likes it when you’re really wet and he can see a string of wetness connecting his hand and your cunt.

Lee know 

Slaps. Does it to tease you. Puts his hand on your pussy and gently presses on your clit. He waits until your legs are shaking in anticipation then retreats his hand and lands a hard slap right on your clit. Also sees it as a form of foreplay.

Changbin 

Kisses. He is a very soft dom and doesn’t like to hit you, except for the occasional ass slap. He treats you like you’re made of glass and loves you tenderly so pussy kisses, a lot of them, are a must

Hyunjin 

Kisses. He is a romantic man and loves to kiss every inch of your body. Your pussy is no exception. When he eats you out, it feels more like he’s passionately making out with it. Gets pussy drunk really quickly.

Han 

Kisses. Gets pussy drunk really quickly and is insatiable. Kisses, licks and bites at your lips and clit. Eats for his own pleasure and overstimulates you all the time.

Felix 

Kisses. Eats you out only when you sit on his face, and begs you for it. Another one that likes to make out with your cunt and kiss it multiple times. Likes to kiss it before and after he came in it ì, he swears it tastes best with both yout cums mixed.

Seungmin 

Lightly slaps. Doesn’t kiss, mostly because he prefers fingering you than eating you out. Before he buries his fingers in you he will give you a couple of light slaps to make you whine. It’s his favorite noise.

Jeongin

Hard slaps. Continuing my hard dom Innie agenda. Fingers you hard and fast and pulls away right when you’re cumming. Then slaps your clit hard and ruins your orgasm. Uses it also as a form of punishment, alternates the usual spanking with the pussy spanking. Punishes you with more pussy slaps when you cum from them because they turn you on.

[sapphireginger]

Sweet Drink of Water

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Brett was standing in the kitchen of their apartment, making drinks to practice for his new job as a bartender and Stiles, as every good boyfriend should, was trying each and every single drink. He had taken a seat at the island and dutifully tasted the first two drinks. He hadn’t been a huge fan but they were good for what they were.

When he tried the third one though, Stiles went completely silent and slowly drank the whole thing, absolutely loving it.

However, Brett who was unused to Stiles being so quiet was certain Stiles must hate the drink.

“Stiles, you don’t have to drink that.”

Stiles in reality was writing ballads and sonnets, haikus and limericks, blogs and tweets about the drink in his head. He even said as much when he had completely finished the drink. Stiles even went so far as to lick the straw to get every last drop possible, his clever tongue wrapping around the straw in such a provocative way that Brett had to swallow hard and take a drink of water to soothe his now desert dry throat.

Stiles probably would have stuck his fingers in the glass too, but Brett had snagged it from him before he could. Stiles wasn’t pleased but perked up when Brett leaned over and kissed the pout the action had elicited off the amber eyed man’s face.

“So, it was good?” Brett asked, his voice soft and his expression holding an uncharacteristic amount of insecurity.

Stiles’s heart broke a little as he cupped his boyfriend’s face and smiled. “It was amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep!” Stiles said, popping the p. He grabbed a mug and raised it up as though prepared to smash it in the floor like Thor. “Another!”

Brett’s eyes widened. “Stiles! No! Don’t you dare!”

[sapphireginger]

Gay & Dancing Proud

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Jackson, Isaac and Boyd headed to a club to celebrate graduating college. They drank, laughed and danced like there was no tomorrow. After settling down Isaac looked at Jackson who had just come out to them and was nervously sipping his drink.

Incredulously Isaac asked, “So wait, you think you’re gay because why?”

Jackson shook his head, “I don’t think I’m gay. I know I’m gay.”

Boyd gave him a look. “Really?”

The deadpan tone made Isaac snort. “If you say so dude, but wait. What about the fact that you’ve been with three women or well four technically?”

“Four?” Boyd parroted with slightly widened eyes. “Who?”

With a smirk Isaac listed them. “Lydia, Allison, Carrie and Cora.”

Boyd nearly choked on his drink. “Cora? As in Hale?”

“Mhmmmmm.”

Jackson rolled his eyes, “All four of them were bad choices and negative experiences for a variety of reasons.”

Isaac tilted his head. “So you’re gay because you’ve had bad experiences with women?”

Before Jackson could answer, music started playing and a male dancer came out on stage, taking his place at the center. The guys all turned to look.

Jackson’s mouth dropped open as he caught sight of the one who had been his gay awakening. Stiles fucking Stilinski. “Nope. I’m gay because of him. That’s…That’s why.”

His two friends exchanged a look, but Jackson couldn’t take his eyes off of Stiles, off of his Stiles. When said man’s gaze locked with Jackson’s, he blushed, sending him a wink and a smirk.

When the amber eyed man danced his way closer to Jackson, everything else faded away and now that Jackson was out he felt braver. After the dance, during which their eyes never left each other, he would ask Stiles out. He’d waited long enough, they both had.

[imreadng]

part 2: link 1 / link 2

part 3: link 1 / link 2

ghost has no idea what to make of you. you show up out of nowhere, barely a day after price announces that they have an extra addition on their team for the next mission, and then you show up.

you're nothing like them - you probably haven't seen a man get shot, never felt your bones break and have to set them yourself in a fight. he has this sick fantasy of breaking you, wiping that stupid smile off your face and watching you crumple as he breaks your spine with one hand.

soap loves having you on base, you're good with a gun and you'll joke with him about almost anything - sure, you never come out to the pub with them, but whenever they come back to base you've cooked something and that's better than any pint of beer johnny's ever had.

he's worried, he thinks you wont make it out there - beside them. you're small, and not in the sense that you're short, in the sense that there's barely anything to you, nothing to grab if you trip in the middle of active fire.

gaz is just finally glad to have someone else to talk to, to complain about soap and ghost to, rant about how price pissed him off. you're always willing to talk, which is probably a good thing.

he always turns down his radio whenever you're on a mission together, he doesn't want to hear you die, or hear your voice trail off as you get caught. he has to bite his knuckle whenever you speak out of fear.

price is sick of it, sick of watching the boys play with you like a doll and then sit you delicately back on the shelf, so he takes matters into his own hands and shoots you between the eyes.

you sit up four minutes later.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

i just rlly like the idea of immortal!reader but the guys have no idea and suspect nothing until they get shot in the head and then just,,, get back up !

[sapphireginger]

Foxy

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Stiles was an unmated and unclaimed Omega. Theo, an unmated and unclaimed Alpha, wanted him. Stiles decided Theo had to work for it. He devised a series of tests. Because truly even if he was hopelessly in love with the chimera there was no way that Theo would go through all the tasks. He just saw Stiles as a prize to be won but Stiles refused to let that happen. He didn’t know that Theo did in fact want Stiles and had wanted him for years. 

First, Theo had to pick Stiles out of a shifter line up. Simple? Nope. In fact, Stiles expected the chimera to fail miserably, but not only did Theo not fail but he actually figured it out. 

“Stiles?” Theo said as he knelt down in front of one of the foxes. 

Stiles held in a yip of victory, smugly thinking he had won but then Theo spoke again. “How is that old oak tree treating you? Since you failed to make the lineup you so graciously put together for me.” 

Stiles stared at Theo, a growl rumbling in his chest before turning tail and running. He ignored Theo’s amused chuckles behind him. 

Whatever. Fine. That was only one victory and Stiles would blame it on his inaudible yip that Theo knew. The only other explanation was that Theo cared enough to know things about Stiles which did he say ew?! Yeah nope. Most assuredly wasn’t that. 

Stiles scurried into a hiding spot and curled up. Stupid Stiles. So damn stupid but stubborn too. Theo would not win. To be honest either way Stiles won. Either Theo would lose and leave him alone for good or Stiles would win and have a mate that was smart, brave, and insanely sexy. So, eh what could go wrong?

[iseullgc]

LGCFAMILYCON2K24 / CHUSEOK WITH CHO ISEUL

chuseok is not really a sore spot for him anymore

he used to be really depressed mostly because he was used to being at home, surrounded by his family and extended family and mountains of food made by their private chefs

but his family had never really felt like family, now that he thinks about it. he's been kinda feeling more free since he had come to seoul on his own to become a trainee.

even though he's not technically confirmed to debut yet, just knowing that he was doing something in the current team unknown.

its a bit difficult for him to open up and talk about his problems with his family so he decides to go on a little solo trip instead takes a little trip out to jeju

its actually really fun since he's never really been out here on anything for leisure before, only having ever gone on business trips and he struggles a little with letting himself relax and not forcing himself to go sightseeing or doing touristy things the entire time

he does spend a lot of time buying souvenirs for his friends and he debates for a long time on whether he wants to buy something to send home to his parents in canada, but ultimately decides not to

he goes tangerine picking on his own on a little farm and ends up eating his weight in tangerines, but it's really so much fun that he doesn't even care that he ends that time covered in tangerine juice, with his hair all messed up from the hat he wore

he heads back to seoul feeling very refreshed

and if he stocks the dorm fridge with way too many tangerines, that just means that the rest of team unknown has some healthy snacks, right?

[beseojun]

seojun can’t help but feel like his mind is pretty preoccupied with everything going on at the moment. good thing he isn’t practicing right now and just warming up. he knows deeper thinking can mess him up whenever he’s trying to dance so it’s better he isn’t trying out a new choreo that he’s sure he should be learning. 

with being a trainee that gets to be apart of a new project, it feels like he has so much riding on him right now. he feels like he’s so close to something more but he doesn’t know what lime is going to do with all of them after this project. would here be another one or would they just go back to being normal trainees again? he can’t even tell anyone he knows about this since it’s meant to be kept secret. 

at least he has a couple friends with him though and that makes me feel better with all this. he knows they weren’t there, he’d be an awkward mess which he didn’t want. taking a deep breath, he clears his mind a bit. he needs to practice. that’s all that matters at the moment right now. he can dwell on those thoughts another day. right now, he needs to keep pushing himself to stay on top of everything. the perfectionist in him would make sure he does. it helped whenever he got a bad critique as well. he never wanted to fall behind and seem like he was dragging others down with him. he wouldn't feel right if he did that, especially for those he was going to be working with for awhile. he just had to keep pushing and he hoped that it all paid off for whatever lime had in store for him in the future.

[sapphireginger]

Hoodie, I’m Home!

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Stiles arrived home from another grueling day of exams and immediately went to shower. It was heavenly and he treated himself to his fluffiest towel when drying off. As he ambled into the master bedroom, he noticed that something was missing from the closet. He smirked at this discovery that proved what he and his dad always said.

Once was an instance.

Twice was a coincidence.

Three times was a pattern.

Over the past couple of weeks, Stiles noticed that his hoodies had periodically gone missing but then turned up in a day or two as if they had never left to begin with but the scent of Malia permeated every single one.

It pleased Stiles immensely that his girlfriend loved his scent that much. While Stiles was a certified, bonafide Spark, he was also a Human Alpha. Malia and Stiles had been dating for two years when the shift in their bond occurred. It was for the best in Stiles’s opinion as he had gotten tired of Scott making cow eyes at his girlfriend.

First, Allison, then Lydia, then Kira and then Malia? What the Hale was wrong with Scotty?

Malia was relieved to get away from Scott, claiming Stiles as her alpha. He was now Alpha to Peter, Derek and Cora as well as Malia.

The Spark might not have had the level of strength to his senses that the wolves did, but he was able to use his magic to even the odds.

So, now, considering that the latest hoodie to be taken was his Mets one, he wondered just how to go about catching his girlfriend in the act and how he could convince her to wear his clothes more often. Yes. He liked that idea very much. Maybe he was more wolfish than he thought.

[shoutabe]

I <3 LEG DAY 쇼우타 → 홍리하

in order to combat his laziness, shouta's decided to enlist the help of a trainer to keep him active during off-season. it's imperative that he keeps up his agility and strength, and though he knows that resting is important, too, if he allows himself too much of it, he'll get way too out of shape, and whenever it's time to get back on the field, he won't be able to perform at his best level. he cares way too much about his teammates and never wants to let them down, so even if he wants to sink into his bed with pints of ice cream every night, he forces himself not to.

riha's a good motivator, though. the two of them are still getting to know one another, but so far, shouta finds her energy uplifting. she's good at her job, fun to talk to, and she makes exercising feel like fun, even when he starts off not feeling up to it. today, the two of them are outside; soaking up the remnants of summer as autumn is fast-approaching. before they know it, there'll be snowstorms on the forecast and their noses will be stained pink due to the wind chill.

not wanting to think about it, shouta focuses on his warm-up stretches. he's working on stretching out his hamstrings, and he breathes in the fresh air around him; the sun above concealed by a few clouds, making its rays not so harsh against their skin. "this stretch always feels so good..." he comments, deepening it to show off his flexibility.

"have you been having a good day today?" is his follow-up, eyes peering over to riha. "mondays are always lame. i was so tempted not to get out of bed this morning, but alas, here i am... please take it easy on me?"

[screampied]

❝ HELL ON HEELS . . ! ❞

ᡴꪫ sum. it's your third day on the job as a flight attendant. you work around a lot of snobby rich elites, but a particular one catches your eye. a particular one who tips you $300 dollars in cash and wants way more than just your uninvited attention.

wc. 6.5k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, this is how gojo and reader meet, mile high club trope, flight attendant reader, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), semi public sēx, praise kink, degradation, dry humping, squırting, spanking, edging.

an. thank u to everyone who voted for this on the poll <3

➤ sd!gojo masterlist

the low-pitched whirring of the plane’s engine was quite loud. white noise could be heard through first class as you walked alongside the aisle. with a heavy sigh, you’d just wish the day would be over. the overall duration of the flight was about a good two hours, not too bad but you were already over it. dealing with haughty a-list celebrities or elites as a whole wasn’t for the weak. a majority of them were rude, snobby, and just stuck up individuals. except for one . .

as thick pieces of rubber stick against your heels and clank against the carbon fibre floor, you sashay through and from the rows before a cheeky voice calls over to you. “excuseee me, miss ‘ttendant,” and you crane your neck to where it was coming from. sat right by the window near the left— draped in nothing but a sable-black tuxedo with a pricey g-shock wrapping around his wrist, he simpers. “do you ahh, mind if you . . ?”

“huh,” you quirk your eyebrows into a brow before he nods his head up toward the cabin compartment above all of the seats. “oh,” you give him a soft smile. he takes a quick glance at your name tag that’s glued on the left side of your blazer. you lean over against him, reaching towards the latch to pull it down. the more you get close to him, the more you smell his cologne. it’s so strong, you were sure it was some kind of expensive designer brand. a small grunt leaves your lips as you stretch before just when you’re about to pry open the cabinet, the plane grumbles with a rude shake. a rude shake in which you fall—right onto the older man’s lap who’s got the smuggest grin.

“we’re experiencing a bit of turbulence up here, sincerest apologizes passengers..”

the pilot mutters through the intercom— it’s blaring through the speakers. he talks for about seven seconds, as well as reminding for everyone to have their seatbelts on at all times before he stops.

as if things couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing, your face lands right into his crotch. “oh my god—i’m so sorry sir,” you try to atone, sitting up and as you’re up so close to him, you take a moment to actually get a good glimpse at the man.

he was pretty, simply no denying it. you knew him from anywhere. gojo satoru, the gojo satoru. the snowy white hair was a dead giveaway.

he was more of a well known business man—a ceo of some hot shot company. he had his own clothing brand, does lots of men photoshoots, and even modeled a bit in his early twenties. although, the more you gawk at him, the more it seems like he barely even aged. gojo looks like he was still in his twenties, he had a bit of a stubble but was quite really well shaved. azul-blue eyes return the stare right back at you as you take in his prepossessing features for just a bit longer.

god, he was handsome.

gojo’s hair was neatly neat, a simple slick back of a sort with a few strands of white hair running down his face. he brings a wrist up to his face to rub his mouth before covertly humming. “. . oh, am i that good lookin’, princess?”

you gulp once he catches you staring, and then it hits you again,

you were still dumbly laid on his lap as he’s gazing into your eyes with the most complacent grin. “i-i’m sorry,” you mumble, cringing at your own stutter. thankfully, it was probably about four am, it was a private jet and only a few other passengers scattered around the sectioned row. sitting up, you rub your neck sheepishly before sighing. “i . . don’t usually fall on passengers during on my shifts.”

“heh well i’d hope not,” he teases. “oh, and don’t worry about getting my luggage by the way,” and his eyes trail you down before he glances at your name tag again. “hm, i think i’d like to request something else though,” and the more you stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, the more you get lost in them.

his eyes were equivalent to a maze, you’re always getting lost in his pretty irises—never finding your way out. “you’re probably all sore from walkin’ around in those heels, how ‘bout you take a little break?”

and he was right. the entire lower parts of your calves were a bit sore, so you do. you take a break . . although,

your 'break' mainly consists of you being hunched over, propped up in front of gojo’s seat with him eating you out from behind like a starved man. your bottom lip feels all numb and puffed from chewing on it for so long. your lips part into an exaggerated ‘o’ as your head’s repeatedly being pressed against the back of the airplane seat in front of you. the softly made material rubs against your face and you moan. some older woman was snoring in the front of it, headphones plugged in both sides of her ears.

thank god, you prayed whatever heavy metal track she was listening to would distract her slumber from hearing your loud, whiny moans.

alas again, by ‘break’, you didn’t expect this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. with gojo’s tongue rummaging against your clit, it had you gasping for desperate various breaths. “s-sirrrr,” you whimper, a lewd smile pursing against your lips. two broad hands of his had your jade-colored business skirt pulled up all the way to the very hem of your torso— just about reaching near your now wrinkled blazer. as you sling an arm over the seat in front of you, you whine once his nose prods against your soddened entrance. “ngh, ‘m gettin’ close again i think. f-fuck, right there.”

“please, call me satoru, baby,” he whispers against your pussy. you shudder from the coldness of his breath aerating against your bare skin—you whine once his palm swats by your right ass cheek, giving it a mean spank. “ooh,” he coos from the recoil of your rear. so pretty, it was quite funny how things even escalated so quickly.

right before he was buried into the depths of your plush thighs, you were just chatting with him. gojo had a charm to him. he was a lot different from the other stuck up elites you occasionally dealt with. he was quite easy to talk to. you make it a habit to talk to each passenger, despite how snobby they might come across anyway.

with him though, he was a pure smooth talker.

gojo showered you with a plethora of compliments. it came natural, it didn’t seem forced—he’d point out your pretty eye color, your hair, just anything. with your job, you were used to getting a few compliments here and there—but he’d go all out, all out in a way where it makes your heart flutter and fly. you’re rutting your ass against his face, loving the way his wet tongue curls into a few alphabetic letters. he’s just filthy. each breath that escapes from your lips as if it was being held captive felt like it was gonna be its last.

“so . . fuckin’ sweet,” he purrs, dragging a thumb down your slit for a moment. gojo takes a second to admire the way you easily soak in his digit, such a breathtaking sight inside. lewd, but breathtaking. “mhm, look at her givin’ me a little show. move your ass against my face a little more, sweetheart. yeah, fuck.”

your heart does jumping jacks at his dialogue. his voice was deep, rich—and seductive.

the silvery band of his watch continues to skim all across your skin as your hips judder. you shiver, feeling yourself about to reach your inevitable orgasmic peak before you moan out loud. you tried to suppress your noises, you did—but it was no use. you’re already biting at your hardened knuckles but oh, his tongue.

every few seconds, he’d break away to spit and slobber on your pussy. his nose consistently smears all against your folds, getting you ten times more wetter than you already were. he’s nasty, making sure you keep that arch for him. your skirt was pulled up and all wrinkled. the teeth-shattering stimulation makes you feel nerves surge all throughout your body like galvanic electricity.

“s- satoruuu.” you’d huff out in tiny pants, feeling your tummy cave in a few times. your sweet moan, its like a tune—a harmony, hell, it was melodic. he’d listen to you whine his name like that all day if he could. a gentle hand of his runs down your twitching leg, giving every part of your body from behind attention.

he was starting to get addicted, you were too sweet . . candied even, it was dangerous. he’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth anyways and perhaps you were his new favorite treat.

the raving pace of his tongue was simply relentless. you’re gripping onto the back of the seat for dear life, barely able to keep up with him.

ethereal ivory lashes of his open and close every millisecond that passes. it’s as if time was going slow for you— of course it was though, considering how you were thousands of feet in the air. you don’t know why, but the thought of someone just walking by and stumbling upon you all bent over for a passenger,

not just a passenger but the gojo satoru . .

you’d be lying a bit if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. you knew it was against policy to screw on the job, in the air at that, but it was the middle of the night and partly everyone onboard was asleep anyway. having some affluent attractive guy right between your thighs, you were living the dream. you thought this only happened in the movies.

“aw, don’t give up on me just yet, pretty,” he soothes a tune against your cunt. after a while, gojo’s speedy flicking of his tongue transitioning to pure sucks. you’re shaking within the suction of his mouth. it’s almost too much to bare yet you didn’t want him to stop. he knows just the right tempo to make you roll your eyes back too. with prying hands, gojo’s spreading open your ass a bit more to lick a deeper area with his tongue. you zealously whine once he playfully uses a thumb to poke against your puckering hole. “mhm, yeah. thaaaat’s it, but don’t be so loud though, princess. i know we’re in the back row but still, heh.”

and with that— he gifts your ass another smack. he proudly relishes in your lewd, pornographic reactions. you’re an entire mess and he’s slurping your fervor shamelessly.

“s- satoruuuu, fuck f-fuck,” your breathing starts to significantly pick up. with your chest continuing to sink in and out, he briefly sneaks his dampened lips away from your entrance to bite near your thighs. the way you were shaking to him was just so cute. the white noise that continues to sing and reverb throughout the plane’s structure grew louder. or . . that was just the ringing through your ears—regardless, it was between that noise and the sounds of your own obscene pleasure that had a competition. a competition on who could be the most louder. your name-tag that’s still pressed against your blazer remains to rub off against the fabric of the seat in front of you.

your perked nipples snag in the process as you’re arching a bit more before a wail dies out your throat. “i- i’m gonna cu— oh!”

“another few hits of turbulence, folks. please stay in your seatbelts. time of arrival should be around six thirty am..”

you bring a hand over your mouth in a cute attempt to silence yourself as you’re meeting your high—listening to the pilot, you sob out a squeal from the inside of your palm. gojo’s slurping you up again with his tongue, your grinding against his face makes him chuckle. with his jaw tightening a bit, he doesn’t care—you were so sweet, he could eat you out all day. not to mention, he was quite thirsty. instead of having you retrieve one of his bags, he was gonna originally ask for a glass of water. but this quenched his thirst a lot better in his humblest opinion. his warm breath fans against your cunt all the while you feel his stubble tickle near the undersides of your thighs. “mmph.” you moan, peeking in front of you to still see the old lady knocked out cold. with the way you were rocking into the back of her seat— you were surprised she didn’t wake up. you were glad she didn’t though. otherwise, you’d embarrass yourself yet again.

with your orgasm still having its moment, you start to calm down a bit. he’s still slithering his tongue down your folds, savoring your taste as if it’s the last thing on the planet. his chin was coated with all of your slick, and he snickers before dragging a thumb to get another taste. “good girl. give it to me, ride my—ride my tongue, uh huhhh.”

a swarm of butterflies wanders around inside of your tummy from his words—his tone, it was so soft yet the dialogue that spoke out was just downright dirty. you pulse between your thighs and it only makes you crave him more.

as you’re still arched over in front of him, you take a few hard gulps to swallow as you’re finishing your perfect nirvana state. ecstasy, just ecstasy overtakes your entire body as he gives your pussy it’s final sucks and nibbles. once he finishes, he’s still sat in his chair. spinning you around, he gives you a warm smile.

“c’mere, sweetheart..”

out of breath and pants snatching out of your full lungs with ease—you move into him with your eyes half-lidded. “. . . atta girl, taste how sweet you are. gimme a kiss,” and you get on top of him. sliding off your heels, you get onto gojo’s lap. now straddling him, you lean into a steamy, hot kiss. two hefty built arms of his wrap around your waist, pulling you in close. once your lips meet, it’s just utterly sloppy.

throwing your arms around him and tugging on his tucked out collar, you deepen the kiss. he groans at your enthusiasm, allowing his hands to glide against every inch of your body. gojo’s fingertips dance against the pieces of clothing you wore, despite it being so few. your blazer was still on and yet couldn’t help but rock against his lap as your tongue parts inside of his mouth. gojo’s head leans back as you’re enjoying yourself. but all of a sudden, you moan once you feel it. 

his boner, right in the middle part of his pants. gojo satoru was hard—hard for you.

he grunts lowly, a hand of his snaking up your leg as you taste the sweet remnants of your own flavor on his tongue. the closer you are to him, the closer you get a nice everlasting sniff of his cologne. so manly, it’s a rich scent that you could never get enough of. it was so strong—roaming through the air so much that it almost gave you a headache. 

“fuck,” he sibilates. a single hissing word that comes from his mouth makes you throb oh so easily. you’re swaying your hips against him and his adam’s apple bobs back in rapture. every few seconds, he pulls away to leave a wet slope of kisses down your neck. a hand of yours tugs against his tie that was neatly worn on him. “damn girl you’re kinda kinky,” and he finally pulls away, teasingly biting on your bottom lip before finally departing. “i’m startin’ to like you.”

“more,” you murmur, leaning in to nip a wet kiss of your own near the crooked crevices of his mouth. naturally parted lips of his twitch, causing him to wryly smile back at you. “i need more, sir. we have a few more hours left. please.”

“baby, you can call me satoru. cut the formal shit yeah?” and his voice was a pitchy low, an almost rasp hidden underneath. a hand of his gently grabs your chin and you’re met with the most prettiest eyes. if it wasn’t his long lashes, it was his celestially blue eyes. so blue that it was as if you were star gazing at a summer sky. gojo satoru a pretty man, no doubt. he hums to himself in amusement at your cute doe-eyed expression, hungry for more. sitting on his boner was already torture enough, you just wanted him inside. 

sure, you were technically working but you didn’t care about that. “satoruuuu,” he’s being playful, a thumb still pulling down your bottom lip. as you’re both maintaining such intimate eye contact, his voice softens once more. gojo’s hand slides its way between your thighs before he raises a brow in a taunting manner. “what do you want satoru to do to you? tell me, girl.”

“t- touch me.” you almost whine out, it yanks out from your throat so pathetically. the throbbing you were feeling behind your panties only turned into straight convulses. 

playfully, he tilts his head with a smile. “yeah? touch ya where.”

“i gotta spell it out for you?” you pout, and he chuckles at your frustrated attitude. you start to jerk your hips against his lap and he holds your waist in place to bring those movements to a stop. “f-fuck, ‘s hard.”

stroking a thumb against your quivering lips, his minty breath hits against your nose—you smell it and it’s minty fresh. a scent of what seemed to be some kind of tangy beverage and a gum like substance. with a mocking tone, he presses a kiss against your nose before jibing. “i just wanna know where ‘m gonna put my hands on this pretty body. that’s all,” and his voice was so smooth, an almost purr. with a chortle, he moves a few strands of hair out of your view of sight before continuing his words. “now now, i’ll ask again, pretty. where do ya want me to touch you? let’s be descriptive this time.”

“between my t-thighs,” you confess, already soaked from him devouring your pussy just merely seconds ago. the shocking friction between both bodies had you feral, had you dizzy, had you stupid.

gojo gradually brings a hand down before you press a hand against his chest, pouting again. “actually, i want you to fuck me. please, satoru.”

“there we go, good girl. ‘n heh, aw i figured,” he cheeses, licking a single stripe up your neck. “mhm, you’ll have to ride me though. ‘s only so many positions you can do on a plane, heh.”

you barely let him finish your sentence before you start to unbuckle his pants. you’re so quick with it. gojo stares at the way you’re so desperate, taking it off the tiny hooks before yanking his belt all the way off. seconds later, you’re pulling down his pants toward his ankles. “ooh,” his eyes flicker towards your chest as you start to align yourself against his lap. you take a moment to stare at his now exposed cock and it was so pretty. lengthy if anything, a leaky mushroom like tip that was a bit reddened. he was so hard too, just gawking at his heavyset bulge that had you almost drooling. gojo leans back, rubbing against his thigh before flashing you a cheesy smile. “wellllll,” he sings. “don’t be shy girl. get on up here. ride all that stress away from work, pretty thing.”

he was so cocky, yet you were so needy. 

as you’re still aligning him, your damp entrance rubs off against the head of his tip. it’s peeling open a bit, the skin that attaches to the frenulum was just so mesmerizing to look at. it’s got a pinkish color, almost red. shortly following, a mere tannish color flushes on his cock near the base down. you moan once he grabs ahold of his length, helping you adjust. 

“easy . . easy baby, i gotcha,” he sighs, feeling your warmth slowly swallow him whole. those short seconds you spend taking in gojo’s dick feels like long, consecutive hours.

you’re dripping wet. as you straddle his lap, preparing to ride him, he slouches back in such a sexy way. manspread—gojo grunts out a single breath as his chest deflates. shifting his gaze towards your cunt, he spreads open your folds to get a better view. “ughhh, look at how she opens up for me. ‘s fuckin’ nasty,” he groans, staring dead at your cunt. you were indeed coating him with your slick from the base down. “give it to me, upside daisey, yeah.”

you’re taking his inches as the seconds go by before after a while—you plop down, feeling him bottom out already. gojo moans, gifting your ass with another spank. “f-fuck ‘toru,” you hiss, knowing that was a non-verbal sign for you to start up your hips. a cooling air that passes through the plane sets against your skin as you move. you whine, feeling his hands trickle alongside the secretive edges of your thighs. “touch me more, l- like that.”

“i don’t remember saying you could tell me what to do,” he meets your eyes as you start to thrust forward. he’s got the most impish grin stretching against his lips. gojo grips your chin for what was probably the nth time within this hour before he grins. “nuh uh, don’t look away. i wanna see those gorgeous eyes,” and he sneaks another wet kiss against your mouth. “ride it like you own it baby.”

you start off realllll slow, 

sashaying your hips up and down against his lap in the most alluring way. all six eyes were on you and only you..

your arms still wrap around him and he’s keeping eye contact with you the entire time. with your blazer practically ruffled and wrinkled, you continue to move yourself against him. gojo’s cock stretches you out in such a way you didn’t even know was possible. your walls craved him, you craved him.

as he leans further back, a hand’s still glued to your ass before he smacks it . . again.

he pats it afterwards, watching a cute sour expression slowly marinate against your facial features. 

gojo giggles at your cute noises, it doesn’t take long before you bury your face into the crook of his neck, gnawing your teeth against his collared shirt. “f-fuck, satoru,” you’d whine out, feeling his grip tighten against your ass. his cologne’s got your head spinning like a merri-go-round, giving you whiplash in all the right ways. “s-so big, stretchin’ me.”

“takin’ it so good, baby,” he licks against the lobe of your ear.  his breath against your neck was warm—not so cold anymore. two rough hands grasp onto your active hips, encouraging you to go more forward, more faster. “good girl, mhm, fuck me like that. use those hips for me, yeahh.”

his dick curves through every part of your walls as if it’s exploring. you feel him reach deep within every part and it’s driving you toward the first street of crazy.

breathy pants skate out from your lips as you’re swinging yourself back and forth against him. “s-satoru,” you whimper, feeling his hands continue to feel against the bare bottom parts of your ass. you could feel the bands of rings he wore rub off against your skin also, so fridgly cold. “f-fuck, ‘s good. mhm, fuck.”

“you’re so pretty,” he groans, the brief sounds of skin slapping resounding through your ears. it’s loud, almost sonorous.

his hair was getting a bit ruffled and unkempt, adding to his suave, mature features.

as he looks off into the nearly empty dim lit aisle, a silhouette appears—someone’s coming. it’s a familiar sound of heels hitting against the floor and you were too occupied of being horny to turn your head. at first, you barely even notice as you’re still grinding against his lap. “oh shit,” gojo gasps, grabbing the sides of your hips, suddenly bringing you to a stop. with a sly smile, he hums against your ear. “baby, don’t freak but i think your co-worker’s coming.”

“w- what?” you murmur, and he makes you spin around, still having his heavy cock hidden into the swollen depths of your cunt. glancing up, it was one of your co-workers coming. in a weak attempt to fix your nearly messed up blazer that was about to pop, you lean against his chest. “who— where?”

as he’s pressed right up against you, you’re met with a playful deep voice against your ear. “relax. act like you’re totally not cockwarming me, obviously,” and he runs a few fingers down your uniform, feeling you shift your hips a bit at his touch. gojo tries to make it look like you were just sitting on his lap, moving a cover over you and him from the waist down. you feel so full, you were growing more and more needy, a pout comes onto your lips because you didn’t want to stop so abruptly. you just wanted to keep riding him, but of course—you were working. “play it cool, baby.”

“um, is everything okay?” one of your fellow co-worker flight attendants, serena murmurs.

with a furrowing brow, she takes in the sight in front of her. you, happily straddling a passenger's lap whilst you’re heaving as if you’d just finish a 5k race. “we’ve been some getting complaints about noises. also, you need to restock the snacks near back. we’re runnin’ low on peanuts.”

“y-yeah, ‘m fine,” you sheepishly nod, knowing how fishy this entire scene might have looked. gojo’s dick was just idly enshrouded into your cunt, just one move and you’d be fucked. technically, you already were fucked. he’s tracing a finger against your thighs before you exhale. “but uh— can’t you restock?”

“i would but that’s not my job,” she snaps with an eye roll. gojo chortles at your co-worker’s attitude, he presses a single kiss against your neck and you almost moan. her facial expressions twist in disgust before she backs away. “anyways, just go restock,” and as she twists her heels to walk away, she utters under her breath. “weirdos. i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

gojo lets out a breathy laugh as you finally moan again—it’s taking everything out of you and you start up the jolting of your hips again. “f-fuck, ‘m close, ‘toru,” you whimper, the friction feeling like hot static dragging against your legs. “mhm, ‘s good.”

“you’re even more dirtier than i thought, princess,” he whispers, a hand playfully wrapping around your throat as you’re moving your hips back. “i bet your co-worker put two ‘n two together. you could have been a little more believable.”

you’re moaning, his touch sending you more deadly shivers before you feel a coil within you squeeze shut tight. the beat of your heat grows rapid and your pupils dilate from pure pleasurable lust. you’re getting close again, it’s coming so quick that you barely have any time to breathe.

his aromatic cologne nearly blinds your sinuses before you feel against his neck with your palm. “i . . i don’t care if she knows,” you mumble with a scowl, feeling his base continuously rub against your entrance. you’re coating him with nothing but a pretty viscous sheet of your slick. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again.”

“yeah? what if i want you to wait?” he purrs, his sloping trail of kisses turning into sucks. you whine, leaning into his touch as he’s stuffing your insides full of thick cock. jello—your legs felt like jello, barely even able to move. the warmth against him had you hungry for more. it was addictive, you didn’t know what it was. you didn’t get like this for any other passenger, yet here you were. your mouth croons open, whining out a single harmony at his pace. he’s still making you grind back against him, the tempo having your head going for a spin every time. “what if i want you to be a good attendant ‘n wait just a bit longer f’me?”

“but—”

“nuh uh,” he snickers, bringing a smack to your ass. “wait for me, pretty. this pussy’s gonna make a mess when i want her to.”

and he creeps a hand down between your jittery legs, rubbing a few circles against your already sopping wet cunt. a gasp wretches from your throat as you’re laid back against his chest. the rugged fabric of his tuxedo top whisks against your skin and you’re babbling out sweet nothings.

“f-fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” you whine, feeling yourself throb at the way his thumb brushes against your throat. he’s feeling the vibrations of your gruttural moans and it’s so cute. by this point, you’d already forgotten you were thirty thousand feet in the air. thirty thousand feet in the air and you were getting your pussy destroyed by one of your passengers. 

not just any passenger though, 

gojo satoru. 

he’s panting right with you as you’re just bouncing on his lap, two soft padded hands gripping against his thighs. as you bite your lip, your ass thrashes back gainst him and he hisses. “just like that, pretty girl. shiiiiit, ‘m gonna cum too.”

with his deep penetrative thrusts, it’s got you going ditzy. as he starts to spank against your puffy cunt, he nibbles against your collarbone. “you wanna cum with me, yeah? ‘s that why you keep dragging y’r nails into my leg?”

“s—sir,” you desperately spat, but he spanks your cunt again so you could switch your words around. “ngh, i mean satoru. wanna cum with you, pleaseplease. ‘s good, want it, finish in me.”

“my, well when ya ask like that,” he hums, and you feel the sharpness of his hips pivot. gojo groans, standing up before he lies you back against the now reclined seat. “lie back, baby. actually, changed my mind. i wanna push those pretty knees up to your chest.” 

panting, you lie back against the now lounged seat. gojo flashes you that same sly grin before he lifts up your leg—bringing a sweet kiss toward your ankle. “you can lose your license over this, you know? dirty girl, lettin’ your pussy think for ya instead of that brain, huh?”

“don’t care,” you moan, watching him quickly align his cock against your slit. gojo grunts, feeling you easily swallow his tip up again. your cunt was clingy, he was very much addicted to your slippery sloppy core. with his pants halfway on and hanging down to his ankles, he starts up a rapid pace again. “uh, uh,” you whimper again and again, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you’re keeping him warm from the inside, raw moans pulling out of your esophagus like it was nothing. “right there, ‘m gonna cum, please. s-sir, fuck me.”

“satoru,” he corrects you, a hand gripping your chin. pretty blue eyes leer down at you and he’s so close to you. as he’s jackhammering his cock into your sobbing swollen walls—eyes of your own goggle into gojo’s as he’s fucking you silly. you probably look a mess from this view, the heel of your foot grazing down his strong back muscles. gojo hears the sloshing squelches your own pussy makes and you feel the sudden throb arise from his dick. he twitches inside you and it makes his head throw back. after he gains composure again, he exhales deeply, tapping a thumb against your sealed lips.“you don’t gotta be formal when ‘m inside, princess,” and he squeezes your lips together, licking near the bottom. “open.”

you’re whining, his tempo growing quicker and you’re so close. crimson-carmine lips of his twitch into a feral smile once he sees you being so easy to comply. with your lips parting open, you tilt your head back before he spits into your mouth.

“theeeere’s your tip,” he teases, pursing your lips together with two fingers as you swallow. your cunt still gripping against him as he then pulls you into a deep kiss. with your legs clutching around his waist. “uh, manners baby. where’s my thank you?”

“t- thank you, ‘toru.” you breathe, feeling your cunt throb even quicker.

“oh, you’re welcome,” he smiles and he can’t help but giving you another kiss on the mouth shortly afterwards. the lustful stare he’s giving you could almost be described as lecherous has you more sopping wet by the second. with your legs tightly and securely keeping him from breaking away, he groans. right into your mouth, his tongue collides against yours before he sucks on it. as he brings you into a loving kiss again, gojo’s girth has you feeling a sudden arch in your back arise the moment you sit up. you’re being fucking into the reclined seat, his weight almost crushing against but it feels so good. “mhmmm, ‘m gonna cum. gonna spill so much inside of you, pretty.”

“don’t waste any,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around him. you didn’t even care how unprofessional this was. in the back of your mind, you’re thinking to yourself— if someone walked in again, who cares? not you. “please.”

“well aren’t you a doll,” gojo murmurs in a cooing tone, shoving your knees all the way up near your chest. you’re preparing yourself as you’re about to reach your final pleasurable demise. it feels almost tickling, the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kisses against that same spot within you. you’re whines sound almost melodic, not even caring if your pilot a few seats back heard. “look at me.” he taps your bottom shaking lip, leaning in to plant another kiss on your lips. one turns into two, then three, then four . .

and then— his phone rings.

you’re still a moaning mess, feeling your legs just about give out as he’s pressing such amounts of weight on top of you. gojo’s hands fondle with your neglected breasts that laid underneath your blazer. he groans, reaching for his phone near the counter of the seat. with a grunt, he answers. “tch. satoru gojo.”

still snugly shoved deep inside, he’s multitasking. one hand holds onto the left side of your waist, another holding his phone up against his cheek. he’s drilling into you so mercilessly as if his occupation was a construction worker. you whine, the scratching itch never leaving you. once it comes, it comes. “suguru, ‘m kinda busy. can this wai— oh f…fuck.”

in an abrupt gasp, he ends up finishing first. it’s so much. thick gooey spurts pour into your cunt, filling up the insides of your goopy womb. gojo’s peering down at you and his lip quivers. he finished a bit early. too quick, his hand shakes as he holds up his phone before you squeeze your legs against his torso even tighter. for a moment, he almost whines himself. the strong gripping grip your pussy has against makes him swear underneath his breath.

“huh? yeah, ‘m good,” he sexily whews, slowing his rhythm down a bit.

a hand of his snaps, making you look down between your legs.

he gives you a teasing grin and you spread your folds open. it was so much, so much velvety ropes of hot cum that ooze in and out of your sloppy folds. you’ve never felt more warm from the inside. it was a feeling that had your mouth watering, salivating with your sweet, syrupy saliva. your legs were practically mush, and once you finish, you end up gushing all out at once. it takes you by surprise more than anything. the feeling comes like a crashing, unpredictable wave, a fading fade then departures from your body. minutes eventually pass and gojo’s still yapping away on the phone—yet after a while, he decides to wrap it up and groan. “yeah yeah okay, man. i gotta go now. unless you wanna listen to how i sound post-orgasm, heh.”

“what—?”

with a quick bleep, gojo hangs up. tossing his phone aside, he looks down at you—cutely sprawled out whilst chills run down your body. he can almost see you palpitating from said chills. leaning up close to you, still balls deep, he pants heavily. gojo pressed a kiss against your right temple before teasing. “heyyy, did you just squirt on me?” he asks, and he speaks in a sly soft tone.

you don’t reply and he gives you a priggish smile. “you didddd. so nasty, i should make ya lick it off me.”

you did end up squirting. it was so much. so so much.

you’re still having your legs wrap around his waist before you grab onto his wide, stiff shoulders. “s-satoru,” you moan into his neck, getting yet another balmy whiff of his manly musk. “f-fuuuck, more.”

right before he could reply though— the intercom of the plane comes on and it’s the pilot.

“ladies and gentleman, we’ve made it to our destination. local time and time of arrival is six thirty-three am. for your own safety and others around you, please remain seated and keep the aisles cleared until i announce we’re at the airport gates. thank you.”

“aw, boo,” gojo laments, slowly pulling out of your pussy. a pout unfurls against your glossed lips as you feel suddenly empty. no more thick inches inside. the only thing you felt were the leftover masses of his cum spewing out of you. the seats were a mess, he brings a hand down to strum a few fingers against your entrance and you whine. so soaked, he gifts you with a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. “well, think it’s ‘bout time we part ways, gorgeous.”

gojo helps put back on your skirt and panties and you‘re just laid back with a cute scowl as he assists you off your feet. “i . . can’t walk like this,” and he chuckles at how stiff you were— a few droplets of his cum race down your thighs and you almost moan again. you’re still sensitive, throbbing near every inch of your body before he stands up. he’s so lean and tall. as gojo towers over you, you glance up at him and you’re met with that annoying flirtatious smirk he gave you when his eyes first laid on you. “my panties are practically ripped.”

he turns around to grab his suitcases above him from the cabinet and sighs.

zipping up his exposed fly, gojo leans in to kiss your forehead. “ah, well i can always buy you some more,” and then he pauses. “actually,” he grabs his wallet and your eyes widen once he gives you three hundred dollar bills. “i can buy you more than just panties if ya want, sweet thing,” he slides the bills in between your bra before pressing a kiss against your neck. “you’ve been such a good girl,” and he then hands you his business card. it displays his name and a cheesy saying near the front, all his information in bold blue letters too. before walking away with your bawled up underwear, he leans up to your ear for a final time and whispers, “remember though, it’s satoru gojo, baby. ah, and these panties—i’ll be keeping these as a souvenir.”

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୨୧ pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.3k || ୨୧ genre: fluff, smut || ୨୧ tags: established relationship au, oral (f receiving), dirty talk || ୨୧ synopsis: "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @gyubakeries!

↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ

You had expected for Mingyu’s arrival home from Hong Kong to be an intimate one, more so than normal. He had been all over Asia for the past month without one break or time slot available for to come back home.

But it’s a surprise when his request comes once he sets his bags down in the hallway, his face expression borderline sinful as he says it. “Come into the bedroom and sit on my face, baby. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Missed you he desperately did.

He lets you smother him as his mouth and chin drips with your essence, your body thrumming as he curls and then flattens his tongue against you.

“You’re so wet, so perfect,” he grumbles into your mound. “How did I go without you for this long?”

You’ve missed the feeling of riding him, any part of him, so it’s no surprise you come in record time. Tears border your eyes at the euphoria washing over you as he continuously circles your clit with his lips.

He smirks into the center of your thighs and continues pressing his tongue to the insides of your still-quaking walls.

“Min, I-I’m too sensitive,” you stutter. Your words say one thing, but you still use your body’s remaining energy to buck up into his face.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” Mingyu whispers, his breath on your slit making you even wetter than before.

Clearly, his idea of being welcomed back home will last all night.

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