#also of course it's on the back of my thigh

[enhani-ki]

my biggest opp - reader x ni-ki part ii

warnings: smut, power play, cursing, etc.

read part one

you assumed that after having sex with ni-ki, your biggest opp, it would be awkward and uncomfortable…

but never this empty.

you arrive at your office monday morning to find your inbox startlingly free of his scathing one-liners. there's no "nice dress. shame about the brain." no "can you actually type without making typos?"

his favorite mockery is gone, somehow leaving you strangely bereft.

you tapped your pen against the wooden surface of your desk, scanning for any hint of his sabotages. the folder you thought you'd need for the managerial position, his file on your "possible fraudulent activities" are also nowhere to be found.

because according to him, you fucked him so good that he destroyed every single thing he had that could ruin you.

relief flares that he stopped, of course. but unlike him, you still do your best to make his life miserable, leaving yourself doused in guilt — feeling like an asshole.

an entire weekend passed. you swore you weren't dying for his banter, and yet whenever your phone buzzes, you leap out of your skin.

nishimura riki: stop messing with my report. are you fucking insane?

minutes passed.

nishimura riki: you must be missing me.

your lips twitched into a smirk. hell if you know how to respond.

i didn't do it, dumbass.

really? that's the reply? he'd know you were lying (or worse, honest). the cursor kept blinking in your reply box, taunting you. you typed, erase, typed again, erase — you racked your brain, thinking of a good comeback.

you: you're so stupid. also, my life has been so peaceful without you. please stay right where you are.

nishimura riki: i can come by your house and make your life hell again. if you want.

of course you want it. you'd kill him… or you'd kill for him to come over right now but shit, even the line between those urges were already starting to blur.

you spent your lunchtime writing a status report. your fingers snapping across the keys but your mind drifts to that shameless first night with him.

the night where you wrestled with him for that fraud file of yours. the heat of his breath when you kissed him, when it finally landed on your skin…

you remember all of it. every time you lean over to pull a document from the printer, you imagine the wide arc of ni-ki's arms behind you, the precise angle of his jaw, his thick lips devouring you while telling you how much he hated you for existing…

it's all fucking there.

and as if reading your thoughts, your phone lit up again.

nishimura riki: i want to see what i'm missing.

you: fuck you. you literally work five feet from me.

nishimura riki: and new skirt? goddamn

your stomach clenched. so he… noticed? he noticed your above the knee with the slit at the side that shows just enough thigh to be questionable but still professional according to the office dress code new skirt?

you: your point?

nishimura riki: you look good and i want to see it up close.

a shiver runs down your spine. ni-ki's words became so direct, so suggestive, you can't help but to swallow hard and bite your lip. you sighed, immediately closing the report window before anyone could see you blush.

you check your company messenger during break. you noticed nishimura riki's presence: his avatar pops into view with the status "ready to crush it."

how fucking pretentious.

you just hoped ni-ki would do something back so you could stop feeling guilty whenever you sabotage him, then it would all go back to hell. the hell you not-so-secretly love. the hell he seemed to have loved before — and now forgotten.

@you @ni-ki i expect great results from the two of you. focus on the work, not drama.

you sat on your couch, sipping a cup of lukewarm green tea when your phone buzzes.

nishimura riki: we're stuck together for the next couple days.

you smirked when you realized how he can't stop texting you. you plop your head back against the cushion, totally interested.

you: yeah. happy?

nishimura riki: ecstatic.

ni-ki signs off with a kiss emoji, making you scowl in disgust and throw your phone onto the cushion. he'll see how you haven't responded and he'll definitely laugh about it tomorrow.

you came into the office projecting confidence the next morning. ni-ki is already there, beating you in punctuality. he's leaning back in his chair, scrolling through his phone but smiled immediately when your eyes met.

"you're late," he drawls.

"shut up," you fired back, tossing your bag under the table. you saw another folder you've been dreading. ni-ki's opened it already— hands off, though.

"fuck... i couldn't sleep," he said, casually looking at your eyes.

who asked? is what you would've said but instead, it's: "why's that?" you leaned in, "last i heard, sleeping without protection was your specialty."

he nodded slowly. his urge of choking you to death using his necktie suddenly crossed his mind, like it always does whenever you talk back.

he never followed through, of course. because every time he pictures it, the ending is him fucking you instead. he saw you submitting not because of trust, but because you can't help it.

ni-ki sighed and quickly pulls your chair close to him, making your pulse quicken. "hmm, what do you mean 'heard'? we both know you know that for a fact," he teased, his hand trailing up to squeeze your thigh. "also, did i ever told you how bad you needed practice?"

heat blooms across your cheeks. didn't he say you fucked him good? this fucking guy keeps challenging you — mentally and sexually.

you scoffed and opened your mouth to retort but your boss already knocked on the door, barging in to start the meeting.

the day isn't even done, yet you and ni-ki have exchanged more messages than you have with anyone else all week:

nishimura riki: did you catch the way that idiot glanced at your legs during the meeting? that mf is gonna keel over later once you unplug your laptop.

that 'idiot' is notoriously stiff when it comes to 'office decorum.' the thought of him being flustered at your skirt is thrilling, but:

you: you know i'd rather see how you react when i ask you to take off my skirt.

nishimura riki: come to my office then, i'll show you.

you stood up as soon as everyone's too busy to notice your absence. you opened ni-ki's door without so much as a knock. the tall guy is leaning against the edge of his desk, shirt already untucked, tie loose — completely losing his patience.

you walk towards him. he traces a finger along your jaw, tilting your face up, brushing his thumb over your sexy lips.

"show me," you whispered, sliding both hands flat against his chest.

ni-ki leaned in. "hmm, watch me," he replied, turning you gently by the hips, pulling your ass against his crotch — where you can feel the rigid outline of his cock through his trousers. you pressed yourself back, grinding on him as his hand tightens on your hip.

"we have a meeting at six, right?" he murmurs in your ear. "let's get you naked under this skirt."

"i already am…"

unbelievable.

"you really are a fucking tease, huh?"

your breath hitched when you feel his tip nudging against your folds. ni-ki slowly slid inside your welcoming heat — his cock was so big and hard, making your knees buckle as you can practically feel him rearranging your guts without even moving.

ni-ki moaned, "oh, y/n—" biting his lower lip before pressing one more searing kiss to your neck. "i could stay like this all day," he said.

you let out a shaky gasp, head dropping forward with a whimper. your fingers reached back, grabbing his hands — his big, warm hands that are locked around your hips. "ni-ki…"

"let's not sin so much today," he groaned softly, hips giving one teasing rock that makes your whole body jolt before he pulls his cock out. he stepped back and adjusted your skirt like a gentleman — making you feel full and hollow in the same instant.

that same afternoon, you decided to head to the break room for water. you stop short when you saw ni-ki with the boss' niece, who came to visit the office.

she's laughing, batting her eyelashes at him while grinning so hard. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she mentioned something about wanting him to show her around — and that guy just casually folds his arm around her shoulders.

"look at you, you social climber," you interrupted, clapping your hands slowly, it echoed like a gunshot.

ni-ki glances at you lazily over the girl's shoulder. the niece looks startled, she gave you both a sheepish laugh before excusing herself.

"how long have you two been planning world domination?"

"are you jealous?" he asked, chuckling as he drags out a chair for himself. "'cause i'm telling you that's pathetic."

"wha—?"

"don't worry, y/n. it's just been few days, i'll make sure to find some time for my favorite brat."

you scoffed, grabbing your water a little too aggressive. "wow... you sound so proud of being passed around like a party favor."

"passed around?" he repeated, raising a brow. "jealousy already doesn't suit you and now you're possessive too?"

you shot him a sharp glare but he just leans back in his chair, spreading his legs like he's offering you a seat.

ni-ki sighed, "fine, i'll come over tonight," he declared so casually, it made your jaw drop.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me." he stretched and yawned. "you don't have to agree. i've already made up my mind."

"you're crazy."

he stands up, brushing past you as he grabs a protein bar "leave the door unlocked for me, okay?" he whispered, leaning in to give your cheek a quick kiss.

the sound of your skins slapping were obscene. ni-ki's breaths were heavy, his muscles tensed doing his best holding back from losing control. his necklace kept bouncing against his chest every time he slid in and out of your wet cunt. he hit it deep and slow, making your toes curl.

you looked down and watched at where your bodies met.

"oh, my–" he groaned when he felt your walls flutter around his cock. "this feels so fucking insane right now."

your arms tightened around his shoulders. "you haven't fucked me in days," you breathed out, looking up at him, admitting, "i was so stressed out."

"yeah, i know," he replied, "and look how mean you've gotten."

"kiss me..." you asked shyly — too quiet for ni-ki who was busy thrusting, far gone in the rhythm he was chasing to even hear it.

frustrated, you reached up and grabbed his hair — hard. your fingers got tangled so deep in the roots of his bleached strands, yanking him down without warning so you could force his mouth closer.

"ah—f-fuck—!" ni-ki hissed, jolting from the sharp tug. his hips slowed down for a second.

his palm slapped your arm away, the sound echoed a little loud in the room. it wasn't as harsh as what you did, but it was firm because he was hurt. a very clear response to pain.

your eyes slightly widened when he snatched your wrist, flipping you like you're a dead weight. one second you were just looking up at him — now, your face was pressed into the pillow, ass up. ni-ki's hand stayed flat on your lower back, keeping you in place.

his fingers dove straight into your hair, fisting it tight, pulling your head up until your back arched and your spine hit his chest. it forced a cry out of your throat, you quickly hold on to the headboard for your own control.

"it hurts, right?" he muttered, brows furrowed. his voice sounded pissed. "you dumbass."

your mouth parted to argue but you were too breathless and stunned at how fast he turned the tables on you.

ni-ki let go of your hair roughly. your cheek sank back into the pillow. his hands slid down to your hips, spreading you wider. it was careless and he moved confident as he positioned you just how he wanted.

your moans started crumbling into soft sobs — not from pain but from realizing how you weren't too used to getting caught off guard, let alone losing control.

your thighs started shaking, your breath had gone shallow, and ni-ki noticed it right away.

"shit—" he cursed under his breath, the movement of his hips started faltering before slowly pulling out from your pussy. he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck gently. "can you sit up?"

you nodded weakly. he helped you, pulling you gently onto his lap, seating you over one of his thighs while holding you carefully. "did i scare you?" he asked, worried and cautious.

"no...not at all." you replied, shaking your head in assurance.

ni-ki sighed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he place a long kiss your temple, "i'm sorry, y/n." he continued, "do you want to stop?"

you sniffled and pulled back to look him in the eye like you're a little offended, "hell no."

a small grin broke across his face. he's amused, relieved, but mostly turned on all over again. ni-ki buried his face into your neck, laughing softly. "good," he murmured, lips dragging across your skin.

"ride me."

each movement felt better than the last. his cock dragged against the deepest part of you, his blunt tip kept hitting your cervix, making you gasp in pleasure.

ni-ki sat back against your headboard, his thighs spread wide, letting you straddle him fully. his hands never stopped moving – gripping your waist or holding your nape, the other catching the bounce of your breast. his thumb grazes over your nipple, and sometimes, he'd lean in to suck it, groaning at the way your pussy clenched in response.

his hair was messy. he was so loud – groaning through his gritted teeth – that goddamn chrome necklace catching the low light as he tip back his head to moan.

you can't stop staring. you can't stop running your fingers through his hair, brushing the strands back, or cupping his jaw just to see his face better.

"ni-ki..." you whispered.

his eyes blinked open, resting his forehead against yours.

you were moving fast and steady, sinking down on his dick over and over again while your bodies stayed too close — noses brushing, stealing each other's air.

"you– you're so handsome," you breathed out, barely even realizing you said it.

"me?"

"yes," you whispered. "you."

he grinned and leaned forward after hearing that double down. ni-ki gave you a messy, open-mouthed kiss, your fingers threading through his hair again as your hips rocked in desperate circles.

you pulled back to suck on his jaw next, under his ear, then down to his neck — biting softly, marking him. you wanted to leave something there. something that would remind him how much you wanted to do this over and over again.

now, you're sitting in the center of your mattress, blinking stupidly slow as you try to process just how many times he made you cum. "g– god," you mumbled, "i think my spine broke."

ni-ki huffs a soft laugh, still catching his breath too, resting his head on his arm while his other hand would caress your stomach or squeeze your boobs. "you're fine... it's hurting because you are still talking too much."

"o– ow..."

ni-ki sat up and hugged you. placing soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and then to your temple. "fine, let's have it checked later. just lay down with me for now."

you nodded, laying down, pressing your back against his chest. you felt his smile against your skin, smug and fond. ni-ki palmed your breasts again... he can't stop touching you even if he wanted to.

"mm, you're such a baby," he murmurs against your hair, "what happened to the terrifying monster who's always mean and yells at me in meetings?"

"dead," you replied quietly, leaning against him. "she died."

ni-ki chuckled again after seeing you blush. he grinned before peppering kisses on your cheek again and he doesn't say it but he adores this messy, clingy, soft version of you.

the one only he ironically gets to see.

you sniffled, pressing your face to his neck. "ni-ki..."

"what?"

"i wanna see bisco."

"oh..."

"i– i wanna see your dog," you sniffled again, voice sleepy and soft. "even if he hates me…"

ni-ki smiled and whispered, "okay, baby." brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead, "i'll take you to see bisco as soon as he gets home."

later after a doctor's consultation, the dog-sitter also dropped off bisco. you're already in his apartment, in his shirt he basically forced you into wearing.

"wait–!" ni-ki reached out to get bisco but it ran towards to where you were. "bisco!" you gasped, eyes lighting up as you rushed toward the tiny white ball of fur that sprinted right away from you.

"bisco, come on! we brought you snacks!" you tried coaxing, crawling on your knees to look under the couch, but the little thing lunged out and bit your wrist – not hard but more of a warning chomp – "fuck– ow!"

ni-ki leaned against the wall, arms crossed and smiling like a proud dad watching the chaos unfold. "i told you he's dramatic."

you didn't care. you kept following bisco around the room, letting him bite, bark while you giggled and chased him with unearned affection... which ni-ki found strange because before, you probably would've fought with that small dog, until it fears you for rejecting you.

finally, bisco ran out of energy and jogged towards his bed, completely ignoring you like a diva.

you pouted and walked back to ni-ki, dragging your feet like you'd just been dumped. "why is it sweet to everyone but me, huh?" you mumbled, melting into his waiting arms.

ni-ki laughed and tugged you in, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "i don't think he hates you, y/n," he murmured, voice soft as his hand roamed slowly down your ass. "give it some time."

"or he knows you've been giving someone else all your attention." you added, rolling your eyes. "right? i knew it, he's jealous."

his lips found yours. "no," kiss. "he's not," kiss. "jealous," kiss. the kisses are so different from before. no clashing of teeth, no busting a lip open, or bruising... it feels like forgiving each other.

and usually, this groping and kissing would spiral into sex, but today, you both weren't even thinking about it. there's just the need to be close, not just to get off.

ni-ki was so distracted by you that he doesn't even know when did he stopped trying to win in everything.

he had plans too, you know? he thought about getting his lick back but whenever you come around, the noises in his head disappears, the urge to get even fades, and suddenly, there's nothing even left to fight for.

he pulls back just enough to see your face. you blinked up at him, tired and sleepy, your lips were still swollen from all the nonstop kissing.

but still, you're so goddamn kissable.

you gave ni-ki a kiss again when you saw him staring – once, twice – "i gotta go," you whispered eventually.

"this early?"

"yeah, i'm getting hungry."

"we can cook–"

"stop–"

"–y/n..." he interrupted, cutting you off. ni-ki opened his mouth then closed it before clearing his throat. "no. nothing. just…" he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. his eyes kept darting down to the floor like he couldn't believe he was about to say it. "just take care, okay?"

you tilted your head, "t–thanks…"

what the hell?

you're still mean and you still drive him insane, ni-ki took a deep breath – he swore he hates being this kind of guy but fuck it.

now or never.

"do you wanna have dinner with me?" he asked. he said it a little too fast, it's obvious that he was shy. "outside."

"huh?" you blinked. "you mean like–"

"yeah," he said, pressing his lips together, swallowing thickly. "like a–"

"...like a date."

ni-ki braces himself for the teasing and for your usual sharp reply. he knows you'll probably laugh in a few seconds but right now, you're just staring at him, eyes wide in surprise and that alone slightly gave him a little hope.

and he thinks, if this is how he loses, then fine.

let's let it be you.

a/n: my biggest opp 3k notes special! thank you so much for all the love and good comments. the first part came out on march 1 so it's been three months... there's so much (an understatement lmao) drafts for this and lots of scenes did not make it. as you can see, it's not so much focused on the smut and i honestly don't know if anyone will see this or if this part two this is good enough.

i teared up writing this T_T burning blue - mariah the scientist

tagging: @asaheyow @n4mh0pe @sunghoonsarmpit

[stargirlygirl]

Lads walkingvin on mc pleasuring themselves with sex toys they didn't know she had

star girl's initial words: thank you so much for requesting! hope you like this one. i've seen writers do this prompt before, so my apologies if i have nothing new to add. ALSO there's no raf as our relationship is tricky😔

they catch you during solo time

⭑.ᐟ caleb

i imagine you're sprawled out on your shared bed and caleb's been working a lot recently. when the colonel comes home, his sharp ears instantly pick up on your quiet gasps and moans.

he's in stealth mode as he creeps down the hallway and peers at you through the ajar bedroom door. pathetic. were you so needy you couldn't even close it? he thinks. but those thoughts fade as soon as he sets those tired sunset eyes on you.

oh, you naughty girl.

your lip is drawn between your teeth as you pump a pretty pink dildo in and out of your pussy. your slick glistens in the late afternoon light, covering your inner thighs and the lucky sex toy between them.

caleb groans low, palming his growing bulge through his too-tight trousers. he watches your back arch and hand stutter, burying the dildo deep in your cunt. the sweetest whimpers cascade from your lips, caleb's name slipping out amongst them.

he's already storming into the room before he can stop himself.

the colonel grabs your hand and wrenches it off the dildo. your eyes snap wide open, and your chest heaves.

"caleb!" you exclaim, trying to sit up, but you're still full of the toy. his other gloved hand presses the centre of your chest down, effectively pinning you to the mattress.

"what's this, pips?" letting go of your hand, he grips the base of the dildo and draws it out of your snug walls. you let out a soft moan, gnawing on your lower lip once more as you stare up at your partner.

"miss me, huh?" he asks cockily, sliding the dildo back in at an agonisingly slow pace. you nod energetically. his hand on your chest trails up, his leather-coated fingers tangling in your hair. he pushes your head up while kneeling on the bed, your foreheads touching while he fucks you with the toy.

he breathes out, "i missed you, too, honey. but this isn't fair. you can't do this without me." you whine as he pulls the drenched dildo out in one go. your arousal drips onto the bed.

caleb frowns. the dildo doesn't look anything like his cock. it's thinner and longer.

he asks, jealousy tinging his voice, "am i not good enough?"

"no!" you blurt out, reaching for the dildo, but he tosses it over his shoulder like a piece of trash.

"caleb!" you whine. but you don't have time to scold him before your massive boyfriend is climbing on top of you. shoes on the bed and everything, he cages you in.

"don't i make you feel good? are you bored of me?" he interrogates you, his eyes betraying his hurt. they look glassy in the sun's final rays.

you shake your head panically and insist, "no! that's not it, baby. i've-i've had this one for ages, i swear! n' i love how you make me feel. always make me feel so good, babe."

closing the distance between you, caleb catches your lips in a fiery kiss. he kisses you like he's trying to devour you and prove a point at the same time— that he can satisfy you in ways no one else can. especially wayyyyy more than some fuck ass dildo that doesn't even deserve to go near your sacred cunt.

all night long, caleb demonstrates just how attentive of a partner he can be. of course, while still in his uniform.

⭑.ᐟ xavier

you recently bought this new sex toy that you've been dying to try out. with xavier crashed out on the couch, you turn off the movie you two were watching and sneak off to your bedroom.

pulling the rabbit vibrator out of the box, you check the instructions and make sure everything is in working order before turning it on. it's low buzz echoes throughout the room, making heat pool in your tummy. stripping off your shorts and panties, you flop on the bed and start teasing yourself with the vibrator.

it's only been a few minutes of having the long part nestled deep in your cunt when the bedroom door softly creaks open.

in peers a sleeply xavier, one slender hand rubbing his eyes while he murmurs, "i heard a buzzing, love. is everything okay—" your eyes lock, and you frantically pull the vibrator out and turn it off.

"xavier!" you squeal grabbing the covers the hiking them up over your body. your poor boyfriend, he just stands here, wide-eyed in the doorway.

you grumble from beneath the quilt, "babe! go away!" it's quiet for another minute or so before you feel the space next to you sink with xavier's weight. you clutch the covers for dear life, but he pries them away from your hands.

your face is flushed as you stare up at your partner. his big eyes rest on you, his lips slightly pouty.

he says softly, "you could have told me you wanted my attention."

you shake your head and admit, "i wanted to try out my new toy, babe."

"oh," he mumbles, glancing away momentarily. feeling guilty, you place your hand on his bent thigh and squeeze it.

"xav," you call quietly. the only sound that can be heard is the rain pattering against the windows.

he gazes back down at you and offers, "why don't we try it out together?" sitting up, you fish around for the toy beneath the quilt.

"you sure you don't mind?" you ask, your hand closing around the handle. he hums in agreement as you pull it out.

grinning, you inform him, "it's a bunny, like you." he stares at the sex toy quizzically.

"what?" he asks. you laugh as you kick the covers off and shuffle over to him. he takes the toy from you while you spin around and sit on his lap, your back against his chest. grabbing his wrist, you bring the vibrator down to your pussy.

"let me show you how it works..."

⭑.ᐟ sylus

the crime overlord shows up at your linkon apartment unannounced, only to find you moaning his name with a bullet vibrator on your clit. your eyes are closed, head thrown back as the constant buzz takes you to a higher dimension.

sylus chuckles cockily, "what a warm welcome kitten." your eyes shoot open and immediately find your partner taking a seat at the end of your bed. you remove the vibrator from your clit and fumble to turn it off.

his deep voice interrupts your efforts, "please, sweetie. go on. pretend i'm not even here." you're too pleasure-drunk to come up with a witty remark to hopefully wipe that stupid smirk off his face. so you just lie back, eyeing him cautiously as you flick your vibrator back on and pick the sole setting every girl needs.

"you sure?" you ask breathily, spreading your legs wide for your boyfriend. he nods, still grinning arrogantly. you run the small vibrator through your folds, wetting it thoroughly before pressing the tip on your clit. a moan tears through your throat, jagged as your free hand cups your breast beneath your tank top.

sylus observes the slight tremble in your legs and how your back arches as you alternate between pinching your nipples. the vibrator never falters; it provides the kind of consistency men often struggle to.

nonetheless, you miss your partner's strong, rough hands on you. you miss those thick fingers curling up into your g-spot, and his hot mouth sucking on your sensitive bud.

"sy," you whimper, removing the vibrator from your pussy and switching it off.

"something wrong, kitten?" he teases, but you notice the strain in his voice.

sitting upright, you pout at him, "please, baby. 's no fun without you." he chuckles richly before standing up and making his way over to you. his black leather pants can't conceal his hardening length, that's for sure.

leaning down, you hold his cheeks and draw him into a loving kiss. you two haven't seen each other for days.

drawing back, you pant, "missed you, sy. need you." you cling to his leather jacket and pull him down onto the bed. his large frame engulfs yours as your lips and tongues dance the line between love and lust.

"please," you mewl into his mouth. separating, spit connects your swollen lips.

your boyfriend chuckles, "what do you need from me, sweetie?" the glittering ropes snap as you draw in a sharp breath, your eyes hungrily gazing at his lips.

"need all of you, sy. in me, till sunrise," you whine. he hums low, the sound caught in his throat. coming in close, he captures your lips in another heated kiss and vows to fulfil your every desire.

⭑.ᐟ zayne

pleasure shoots through your body, the clitoral suction vibrator doing everything and more to your swollen nub. you're unable to stifle your moans as the bedroom door is quietly pushed open.

zayne's head peaks in, his sleep-deprived hazels wandering over you. he gulps, his gaze narrowing in on the toy in your hand. heat flares in his lower tummy, your broken whimpers fuelling the blood rushing to his cock.

unintentionally, your boyfriend swings the door wide open. the hinges squeak, and so do you as you notice him standing there.

"zayne!" he strides in, seeming as calm and collected as ever while his eyes shift to the vanity.

"sorry, my love. i didn't mean to disturb you," he murmurs, undoing his beige waistcoat. reaching the wardrobe, zayne's back is to you as he starts undressing.

hearing the buzz stop, he urges you on, "please, keep going. i'll only take a minute." the sheets rustle and soon enough, your warm, bare body presses into your lover's from behind. your arms encircle his hips, fingers toying with his belt buckle.

"zaynie," you coo. he turns in your grasp and cups your cheeks, his white shirt half-unbuttoned.

you grin sweetly, "i missed you. will you please come to bed?" zayne's cool thumb strokes your cheekbone soothingly as he thinks over your proposal.

he clarifies, "don't you want some alone time, dear?" you shake your head while keeping your eyes on his.

"i want you," you respond breathily. standing on your tippy-toes, you pull your boyfriend into a hungry kiss. pushing your body flush against his, you giggle into his mouth at the hardness poking into your stomach.

breaking the kiss, you ask smugly, "how long were you watching me?"

pink dusts zayne's cheeks as he rasps out, "not very long."

"and you're already this worked up?" you tease. your lover sighs, but a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"i'm afraid you have that kind of effect on me, darling," he admits. chortling softly, you draw him into another tender kiss— one of many tonight.

masterlist

star girl's final words: random lore drop for today is that i love the sound of music, and sylus's line is inspired by/adapted from gayorg's when he finds maria sitting alone at night (just before something good).

[oreo-creampies]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲?

warnings: monster fucking/hentai logic!, incubus!satoru x demon!reader, overstimulation, manhandling, degradation/light praise, lots of begging, pussy slapping, eventual drugging/high sex, size kink, hints of mirror sex, dragging you by your hair, he cuts you with his claws, blood, biting, some cock sucking, satoru has his foreskin and mentions of his knot, satoru is a mouthy tease as he always is

Oreo: I made this incredibly self indulgent I couldn’t help myself! My cutting kink acted up here a lot and I understand if this isn’t your thing given that @v1x3n

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬! could you do one of anything but they have uncut penises? (didn’t get their foreskin cut, also making them sensitive)

You’re clawing at the sheet, twisting your hips away from the merciless pulsing of the vibrator. Sliding both of his long, fingers out. With his claws on both filed down to finger fuck and stretch your tight cunt.

He mocks, “Aw, look at you running away from two fingers and a toy it’s so fucking pathetic.” Satoru takes the toy off your clit. He grabs your thigh and pulls you back into place, he flips you over onto your back.

Gently spreading your wings, making you moan from the sensitive pleasure. Satoru’s fingers grazing your leathery wings is so warm and soft.

You’re glaring up at him. “I didn’t use the safe word, I didn’t want to stop! I was about to cum. It was overwhelming I couldn’t help it. But I still wanna cum!” Your sensitive clit twitches and throbs from the sudden lack of intense stimulation.

Grabbing his wrist sliding your hand up his forearm, you plead with him, “Don’t stop so suddenly! It’s uncomfortable.”

Satoru mocks a pout, “But you’re wanting more than your dumb whore cunt can handle.” With a snaggletoothed smirk, he grabs your hand, holding it above your head. He glances down between your legs and licks his lips.

He is condensing, “If you can’t handle my fingers then how would you take my cocks?” Satoru smacks your cunt, causing you to close your legs with a jolt. He spread your thighs open, dipping his head until his nose is close to your clit.

You insist, “I can, I want to feel your cocks rubbing inside me. You win! Please!” Satoru drags his claws along your thighs stopping at the bend of your knee. You whimper from the sweet pain as he leaves long shallow cuts.

He smirks, his bright ocean blue eyes sparking as he looks down at you. His cockiness is eating you alive. “Of course I won, I’m Gojo Satoru, I’m always going to win.” Satoru pushes his foreskins back with his fist, showing his pale pink cockheads. He lazily ruts his hips dragging both thick heads between your soft wet lips.

Sweet pleasure builds as he gently rubbing your soft clit with his cock-heads. It entices a needy moan past your lips, burying the last shreds of your pride underneath heaps of desperation.

Satoru croons, “You seem to be enjoying losing too much.” You need to feel all of Satoru, his hands, lips, thighs, and cock. You’re want to fondle, and have him press his body against your’s.

He’s so much bigger than you, stronger, with a sculpted body like a Greek statue. It’s so easy for him to dominate, restrain and fuck you into mindlesss submission the way you crave.

“You’re so needy, I can taste it, all that sweet, juicy lust. Tell me how badly do you want me to break your sweet cunt.” He gently holds your chin whilst staring you down with piercing, glowing blue eyes.

Satoru bites his lips with a groan, his fangs gently digs in. He slides his large hand up your body, feeling you. His claw leaving thin bloody lines trailing up your torso.

You beg, “Make me your cocksleeve, break my cunt with your cocks I don’t care, I wanna be stuffed full, I can take it.” You’re legs spread beneath him too eager to for him to use you like a sex toy. “Bite me, drug me, I wanna be high off you when you cum in me.”

He smirks, “It hot hearing you degrade yourself and beg.” He tilts your head to the side and dips his head down. Gently grazing your neck with four sharp fangs.

Pleading with Satoru, “Drug and fuck me, I wanna be a high mindless slut cumming on your cock.” You grab the base of his horns, sliding your hand up along the curve. The shivers starts at his broad shoulders quickly traveling down his spine.

“Nnng!” Satoru muffles his moan as he sinks fangs into your neck. You moan from the sweet pain, squeezing his horn and sliding your fingers through his soft snow white hair.

It takes seconds for a intoxicating tingle to spread from your neck before pooling between you legs with a needy throb. Every little touch and sensation magnifying.

Satoru pulls away with your blood coating his pale pink lips. You watch him drag his tongue across his bottom lip. Whilst you’re wishing his tongue was licking your clit instead.

He drags you by your hair off the bed causing your knees to hit the floor with a soft thud. “Suck my cock and play with your clit, and keep your pretty wings spread out.” His cocks are in your face, beautiful and standing up straight. With one cock above the other.

His foreskin hides his heads. Giving you the idea to stick your tongue inside and swirl it. Whilst gently palming his other one. Using his foreskin to stroke his cockhead using his thick pre-cum building inside as lube. As some of his pre-cum drips onto your face.

Tilting his head back with an erotic, breathy moan, “Mmm fuck! Maybe I should cum on your face and leave you needy and drugged out. You did lose you should have to make us both cum.” You fail at glaring up at him with cock in your mouth. Whilst the other is hovering above your face.

Dragging your fingers between your lips getting them wet to stroke your clit. You moan as your wings flutter softly stirring up the air, it’s thick with sex.

You glide his cock out to beg, “Please no I need you to help me cum.” You trail sloppy open mouth kisses along a thick. Then switch, slipping your tongue between his head and foreskin, swirling your tongue and then pushing it back. Whilst taking him deeper with loud groans.

Satoru looms over you whilst you kneel. With of white hair hanging in his blue eyes. And a hungry grin on his kissable lips. He croons, “A demon with manners, are you really that desperate?” He twists your head back, smearing the blood dripping from his bite.

You insist, “Yes I am. Help me cum, touch me, fuck me, use my cunt. I need you Satoru.” His hips shutter with a sharp rut, pushing some of his foreskin back as he glides into your throat. “Bend over in front of the mirror it’s your hands behind your back. I want you to watch me fuck you.” He let’s your hair go.

You stand up and walk in front of the mirror. Where you bend over and fold your hands behind your back. Taking yourself in for a few second before Satoru steps into view behind you.

Folding your wings against your backside to see Satoru. He instantly draws your gaze, his tall, muscular build making you feel smaller in comparison.

Satoru wraps his hand around your throat. “It’s getting me off seeing you willingly bloody and helpless, crying in pain.” He nudges his cock between your lips. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your cock hungry slut. Nnnn!” Your jaw drops from the intense pleasure and intoxication pain as Satoru forces his heads in. Splitting you open before he lifts your leg up by your thigh. Spreading you open to give you a view of your cunt taking him.

Squeezing your throat as he bounces you on his cockheads. He’s obsessing seeing how his thick heads tug on your tight cunt. “Mmm ‘s wet and warm. Take your eyes off of us and I’ll stop fucking you.”

Oreo’s m.list

[returnofeternity]

i think its almost cannon that lottie has never had an orgasm or a partner. yes she's mature enough but i dont think she would ever explore her own body or experience pleasure.

i present to you. lottie who's shy and very subby with her younger new girlfriend. her partner is so experienced and lottie is always composed and she's the more dominant one non sexually. but she's so inexperienced that when her girlfriend gives her an orgasm for the first time lottie feels like she's passing away

the concept of lottie being a virgin well into her mid 40's.....yummers, in my opinion. especially when it's her younger gf taking it!!! maybe she's had those slumber party makeouts like or with jackie and shauna, but that's it. no long-term partner to satisfy her. no time to pleasure herself when she's running her community.

lottie who's so dominant and a little mean when telling you how to take care of yourself, who always seemed like such a dom in bed because of course this woman gets a whole lot of pussy. lottie who always places a hand on your back while walking together <3 lottie who always tells you when you should eat or that it's time for bed <3 lottie who always gives you chores to do and praises you for finishing them, but would always scold you when you'd get lazy.

so, you're surprised when you find out she's never even had a real girlfriend, let alone an orgasm. even you, who's at least 20 years younger than her, has had more experience. it's kind of hot.. really hot but also endearing when she blushes and fumbles over her words when you mark up her neck before you leave her for the day. super hot when she tells you she tried to pleasure herself that night because she was so wet it was uncomfortable. but she couldn't figure out how to cum :( it gives you a power trip when she clings to you as you grind on her lap while making out because she's never experienced this with a lover before. has never had someone be so obsessed with her pleasure, and it gets her all shy.

her hips jump up the second your lips touch her pussy. it feels magical. she's instantly obsessed. and when you wrap your arms around her thighs and start making out with her clit, it sends her into overdrive. the moans that spill from her mouth make you feel so good. you're doing so good, she makes sure to tell you how good your mouth feels. she tastes so good, and you can't believe you're the first person to ever get to taste her sweetness. it just makes you even more eager to make her orgasm even quicker.

her thighs are practically suffocating you as you lick her up, but it doesn't matter. you'd come back from the dead just to continue eating her out so you can give her that first orgasm.

thinking of lottie who screams and cries as she cums :( just gasping so loud and is so sensitive that she tries to push you away. you give up sucking her clit when she sobs out a, "no, please." because she really is sensitive, and you don't wanna overstim her too much. at least not her first time.

gahhh. thinking of lottie who gets obsessed with feeling ur mouth on her after....just tries to drag you away all the time to get you to eat her out. it's so cute.

[alanisstonedd]

busted | singledad!ony x teacher!reader

an: so cute! i love themmmm. i’ve had this one in the drafts for a while now yall, please enjoy! send me ya nasty asks

cw: fluff, suggestive themes, black!reader, cussing, single dad

you hear a soft knock, blinking up from your laptop a little confused. it’s 1:30 and your kids are in science, currently grading with the little free time you do have today - you certainly were not expecting any meetings.

but when you focus your eyes on the figure at the door, you don’t even know why you didn’t expect that shit. amira’s father is once again standing in your classroom doorway, shoulders broad as hell in a white tee and grey sweats, clutching a little pink jacket in one thick hand. go figure.

you squint, not only at his unplanned appearance at 1:30 on a wednesday, but more so at the jacket “it’s… 85 degrees.” you can already smell the con he came in here tryna fool you with

he shrugs, biting his lip like he don’t even care about the excuse anymore. but he locks eyes with you and steps in slowly like he hasn’t been here a million times already. “mm — yeah, she said she was cold earlier. y’know kids. gotta be on go.”

you fold your arms, smiling despite yourself. he really is relentless — this is like the fourth time he’s been in here this week and you’re only three days in. “they in the art room right now, ony.” you sing-song, standing up and rounding your desk to give him your full attention. i mean he’s already here, smelling like you wanna climb him until your legs are around his head… it would be rude to not give him at least a second of your time.

“oh, word?” he steps farther in, looking around like he’s seeing it for the first time or something. “well… I could just leave it.” he mumbles, licking his lips at you, and it feels like he just turned the heat on in here.

this is precisely why you hate him coming in here like this — because as soon as you see that big ass frame tryna bust out of that white tee, that sweet smile that also somehow says “i’ll man-handle you and wear yo ass out”, and what maybe or may not be a bulge inbetween two huge thighs that you’re unsuccessfully trying to avoid… you fold like a damn chair. your will power is never strong enough to withstand this man and his apparently unyielding desire to see you.

but he doesn’t “just leave it”, of course, the man always has another plan.

instead, he sets it on amira’s desk and plops into the nearest tiny chair. you almost bust out laughing at how ridiculous he looks — this ass big man, all thick thighs and grown-man muscle, folded into a desk built for 7-year-olds.

you lean against your own desk, raising an eyebrow. you can’t help but smile at him grinning up at you like he’s so happy with himself. but he knows you already folded.

“you good, mr. ony?”

“mhmm.” he tilts his head, eyes trailing over your frame. drinking you in. wishing you’d move a little closer so he could reach for those hips. “you look real good today miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧. real professional. definitely too fine to be up in this school single…”

you roll your eyes, biting back a grin. “you here to flirt with me or to bring your child’s unnecessary outerwear?”

“it can’t be both? you know i need my miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ time…” he says, full grin, unabashedly and very obviously undressing you in his head.

“mhm, you a piece of work ony.” you’re trying to keep it together — you really are. hut this man’s sitting there all big and broad, sweats straining against his big ass legs in that tiny chair, hand stroking his sexy ass beard while he watches you like you’re art — eyes shining like the things he’s imagining doing to you right now have no place in this classroom

“so how’s your day been, miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧?” he asks, and all the sudden you’re hot with just those simple words, his voice all low and seductive. “you eat somethin’ today? drink your water? anybody holla at you yet or i’m the first lucky man?”

you tilt your head, snickering. “is that how you talk to every teacher?”. you sass back, fronting like you don’t want his flirting but you can’t deny the fanny flutters you get when he comes in thirsty for you.

he leans forward, tryna reel you in even closer than you already are, resting his arms on the tiny desk like it’s the most natural thing in the world. little does he know, you wanna lock that damn door and show him off-the-clock you.

“nah,” he says, eyes glinting with that mischief that makes your clit throb. he knows he got you — or at least got your attention. “just the one i’m tryna take out for dinner… then dessert… and then breakfast.”

your breath catches, and he immediately sees that shit because he’s been watching you like a hawk since he came in here. watching you every move, your beautiful face and all your expressions like he wants to know every single one you have, jealous of the way your hands get to hold your juicy hips and thighs.

he stands up realllll slow, walking toward you, caging you in — close enough that the desk’s edge is flush against your booty, that the heat from his big frame is making your face hot. making all of you hot. you try to stay calm. professional. but his voice drops to that dangerous whisper.

“y’know how hard it is not to grab yo fine ass and kiss you every time I see you?”

you blink up at him, heat crawling up your neck and down into your pussy. his hands on the desk behind you, boxing you in, his hips dangerously close to your hips.

“ony, this is not—”

his hand slides up your thigh slow like he wants you to feel it, hiking your leg up just slightly against his body. he leans in slow enough to show you he’s not scared, lips barely brushing yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes like he’s starving. he wants you in his bed already. the holding-back is not for him, but if he keeps this up, he might do something regrettable in this elementary school classroom.

then, suddenly, just as you’re about to lean in and suck his tongue like yall are alone, his hands gripping you up and pressing you against him like he craves to do every damn day —

SLAM.

the classroom door swings open.

you jump against your desk. he steps back lightning fast, not ashamed but… you could loose your job right? ‘course he wants to have you, but ideally without that possibility.

amira skips in like she owns the place, completely oblivious to the little situation happening in there just moments before.

“hi miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧! miss smith said i could come get my water bottle!”

she grabs it off her desk, “oh, hi daddy…” and gives you both a sweet little wave before skipping back the way she came in…

but she pauses mid-skip and turns around…she squints at you both like she knows something, then smiles like the devil. she lets out a little “mhm..” before continuing on her way back to science class.

but not before blurting “quit kissin’ on the mouth with the door unlocked!” you hear a sneaky giggle and then she’s skipping right out the door before yall can even speak.

you and ony are still frozen in shock — then BURSTING out laughing. he collapses forward into you, head on your shoulder, muffling a full-body laugh into your shirt while you wheeze with one hand over your heart. she too smart for her age.

you shake your head, smirking. “you ain’t right, mr. ony. almost got our asses busted.”

he grins into your shoulder, like he doesn’t even care. “she really said on the mouth… we wasn’t even…”

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[starryjake]

idea... reader being insecure about getting head but she has MUNCH HEE as a boyfriend and she ends up being addicted too

🫰🫰🫰🫰well yes.

“please, baby,” heeseung nearly begs.

his hands are rubbing your bare thighs, slowly making their way up and up and up.

he pushes the fabric of your skirt up as he goes, eager to get to what’s laying beneath it.

“i don’t know, hee,” you say.

you’re nervous, although you can’t deny how much just his hands rubbing your thighs are turning you on. you can feel yourself getting wet, an ache starting to from from the need to be touched.

“there’s nothing to be nervous about, i promise,” he tells you assertively. you look into his eyes and know that means it. “i just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart. that’s all i want.”

that was mostly all he wanted. of course he wanted to make you, his sweet girlfriend, feel good. but he also knew he would get a lot of pleasure out of himself.

since the day he started going out with you—hell, from the minute he met you, he wanted to taste you. he wanted to get his head between your legs and give you the head of a lifetime.

“but what if—”

heeseung cuts you off with a delicate kiss. he kisses you slowly, deeply, and it makes you realize even more so how bad you need him.

“you trust me, don’t you?” he whispers.

“yeah,” you answer, meaning it with all your heart.

“can i?” he asks, digging his finger into the waistband of your skirt.

“yes,” you finally tell him.

he practically rips your skirt and underwear off of you, beyond eager to finally get what he’s been dreaming of for months. you were worth it wait, he knew it before even getting a taste.

he lays down on his stomach, glancing up at you with his big doe eyes to ensure that you were okay. you still had that worried expression on your face, but heeseung was set on changing it to a pleasured one.

he kisses your thighs, his lips so soft and light that it tickles. you giggle a little, which in turn, makes him smile, relieved to know that you’re relaxing.

then finally, finally he leans in and licks a long, firm strip up from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. you gasp at the sensation, throwing your head back because suddenly it’s too heavy to hold up.

“oh my god,” you moan, thighs attempting to close around his head.

he pushes them back apart, tilting his head to lean on one as he focuses on eating your pussy. he licks up and down and circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, which has your legs twitching.

“heeseung,” you cry out, reaching down to entangle your fingers in his hair.

“mmm, yeah, baby,” he moans into your cunt. “you taste so good. you’re so wet for me, honey.”

“it feels…” you trail off as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks for a moment, quite literally taking your words away.

“feels what?” he asks.

you couldn’t remember what you were going to say. you couldn’t even think. he was eating you out so good it was making you dumb.

he didn’t mind. he could feel himself going dumb too, lost in how good you taste and how smooth and warm and amazing you feel against his tongue.

“my perfect girl,” he praises, slightly squeezing your thighs. “god, it’s so fucking good.”

all you could do was moan, getting confident enough to spread your legs wider and hump your hips up into his face. somehow, you needed even more, and he would give it to you.

he shifted his hands from your thighs and used his fingers to spread your pussy, then stuffed his face right back into it. the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue thrusted in and out of your hole was enough to send you over the edge.

“hee!” you nearly scream. “i’m cumming! fuck, i’m cumming. i’m cumming, i’m—”

again, you couldn’t speak anymore. you were cumming way too hard to do anything but let it wash over you in silence. heeseung kept his head buried between your legs while you did, nursing you through your orgasm.

you yelped when you finally came down, and heeseung regretfully pulled away from your pussy. his lips, chin, and nose were glistening with your cum.

“fuck,” he growled, crawling up the bed to kiss you hard on the lips. “you’re so fucking hot, baby. can’t believe i finally got a taste of you. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to go a day without it now.”

and you had no problem with that. who were you to complain about your boyfriend starting and ending every day with his face between your legs?

[soggyriceee]

Can you do ellie taking care of reader who is in her period it could also end in gentle sex im just saying Lol

i don’t mind 18+ | EW

<mentions of blood, soft!dom ellie, strap use(r!recieving), spit play>

ellie was the first thing you saw as you pushed the apartment door open, plastic CVS bag in your hand. her headset was on on as she screamed pointless callouts. it was the best thing to come home too, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. but you were cramping. bad, and her screaming was definitely gonna bother you tonight.

“hey babe!” she finally smiled bc, noticing you as you got closer. she’d push one headphone up to the top of her head, ignoring the game. “hey.” you smile, dropping the bags and crawling into her lap. “cramps.” you’d simply say.

you’d feel her toss her remote to the side, one habds coming under your shirt to rub your stomach. “i already have your pajamas laid out.. didn’t wanna run a bath before you got home but i can go do it now.” she said, moving to stand but you protested, requesting to just lay down for a bit. “just wanna lay down for now..”

she huffed before grabbing the temote and closing her game, tossing her headset off. “let’s go to the bed at least..”she mumbled, wanting you to be comfortable not bending over her lap. so she’d carry you swiftly, pressing kisses to your face as she listened to you complain of your headache and cramping.

“here let’s get your dirty clothes off.. we can run the bath when you relax a bit.” she said, pushing her hair behind her ears. she undressed you like you would break, mentioning how she needed to stop by the store to get you more pain meds and some snacks. “you should’ve reminded me. i was just there.” you’d yawn, resting back on the bed once your clothes were gone.

she’d crawl on top of you, between your legs, smiling as she eyes your lips. “i want to get them myself.. plus you already got yourself pads.” she say, rolling her eyes. she hated when you spent money on things you needed. that was her job.

you’d giggle at her for that though, pressing a kiss to her lips. “well you already know my fav ice cream. don’t forget it this time.” you’d joke, poking her cheek with this game angry look. she didn’t forget a lot, but when she’d smoke before taking a shopping trip she was bound to forget at least one thing.

but she’s laugh it off, grabbing your finger and pressing a kiss against it. “i promise i won’t.” she’d smile before leaning back in, her other hand holding your thigh. get tongue slid in your mouth with ease as she kissed you deep and slow.

she’d scoot up slightly more, her chest pressing directly against yours now. you’d throb in your undies, whining into the kiss before breaking it. “you always try this when i’m on my period.” you sighed, smiling at her annoyed look for breaking the kiss. “cmon.. orgasms are good for cramps anyways .. i’m technically helping you.” she’d smirk, pressing her hand into your neck.

her hands would sneak behind your back. undoing your bra easily before listing your shirt with it. your tits wohkd bounce so slightly in her face, a whispered “fuck” leaving her lips. your nipples were so sore, she knew. that’s why she’s out them in her mouth, sucking gently and giving you that painfully good feeling. “shit.. it hurts ellie.” you’d whine, hands on her shoulders.

instead of her stopping when she heard that, she actually nibbled the already sore nub, gripping your hips harder. she loved how whiny you got when you were in pain. it was a guilty pleasure for sure. so she loved when your back curved, trying to get away from her lips. but she’s just suck your nub back into her mouth, pulling you closer.

your clit was pounding, as was hers, desperate for any sort of friction, touch, anything! “just let me help you feel better.” she’d sigh, pulling her head back and looking into your eyes. she was serious, of course and that made you a bit nervous.

you’d never have sex on your periods and it was because you just didn’t think she’d mind the blood like she says she would. it her perverted little mind truly didn’t care at all. the farthest youve let her go with it is riding her thigh, cumming right on the pad in your underwear. it was embarrassing and you felt dirty, but Ellie got off to it so fast you nearly missed it.

“okay just.. can you not eat me out? not this time.. at least.” you sighed in defeat, knowing that Ellie wouldn’t give this up. a big smile spread across her lips as she pushed herself off the bed, hopping over to the dresser she kept all the toys in.

you were happy she loved you so much to look past the blood and smell of iron as she fucked you. she was also a girl though, so this was no where near a big as a deal youve made it seem to be. she knew what she was getting into she didn’t care.

you were focused on taking your clothes off, you didn’t realize the towel sprawled across the bed, the long purple dildo in your face. your eyes widened at the thick, curved cock in your face, looking up to ellie and shaking your head. “ellie you have got to be joking.” but she wasn’t, and the big smile and habds on her hips told you that.

“don’t think you can take it?” she wiggled get eyebrows, stroking the cock slow before moving closer to you. this dildo was rarely used, the last use of it making you a crying mess beneath her. it hit spots and angles you didn’t even realize were there, and it made ellie this dominant freak. borderline sadistic. “you know it hurts. it’s to.. big.” you said, a deep blush painting your cheekbones.

but she’s simply smile down at you, before taking your habds and shifting you onto the towel. your back would press to the warm-ish cloth, glossy eyes looking into her low ones. “i’ll be gentle this time.. don’t worry.”

she’d adjust herself between your legs, pushing them up so your feet pressed against her hips and your knees were to your chest. she’d hum at the sigh between your legs, the red liquid only making her clit pound harder for some reason. she didn’t question it but you sure as hell did. “gonna slide in so easily ..” she’d mutter to herself, poking her tho at your hole.

you felt so exposed and embarrassed, worrying about if she secretly hated this. and she could tell you were to in your head abojt it all, you weren’t even looking at her. so she’d slide her fingers between yours as she slid inside you, both of you quietly gasping at the feeling. your pussy wohkd squelch around her, making ellie groan into your ear.

“how do you feel babe?” she asked, her gaze meeting your half full pussy. you felt full though, huffing at the rest of what needed to go in. “so much ellie.. already hurts.” you’d whine, eyes now squeezing shut as you tried to ease the pain.

but ellie would rug her lip between her teeth, watching your face contort into so many different emotions as her hips were slow against yours. “yea? well imma make you feel better baby don’t worry.”

her hands would make their way to your hips, pressing kisses along your collarbone as she listened to your small little moans. she didn’t wanna be too rough, but she didn’t wanna necessarily be gentle either. “gonna go faster babe?” she’d huff out, the word babe higher in pitch. she didn’t even wait all that long before doing so, smiling at how you reacted.

your hands would grip her shoulders tight, nails digging into the backs of them as the rest of her coco bullied jts way into you. it was covered in blood, the sound of your pussy filling the room as ellie fucked you into the bed. she’d begin to lose control, almost like this primal energy being released, one that hasn’t been before.

“e-ellie fuck!” you’d cry out, feeling the tip of her relentlessly attack your poor cervix. her head was deep in your neck though, biting or licking the skin teyinf to hide her own pathetic whines, teyinf to hide how much she was enjoying this. she knew she would, just not to this extent. this unlocked something in her she hadn’t known was there.

her hand would find jts way to your pulsing wet clit, not caring about the blood that would be on her hands as well now. she wanted to make her pretty girl cum and that’s all she cared about in this moment. “fuck this pussy is so loud.. g’nna make me cum too s-soon.” she breathed out, lifting her head from your neck to look down at the mess below.

her pelvis was coated red, she didn’t care. the blood covered her purple cock and even dripped to the towel below. the sight was messy for sure, you didn’t even bother looking down to see. you were more focused on the feeling of her thumb and cock anyways. “oh God ellie…” you cried out

her eyes would fix themselves to your face, your eyes meeting hers. “what baby.. use your words.” she cooed, cupping your cheek in her free, clean hand. you’d lean into her touch, whining when her thumb moved a bit faster. “f-feels so fucking good.” you’d huff, taking a peek at the sigh below.

“i know baby.. feels so good for me too.. wanna cum so bad.” she’d nod, taking your words as a sign to go a bit faster. which she did, her head tossed back in pure bliss. her clit was begging for her to let go, but she was insisting on making you cum before she did.

her head would fall forward again, noticing your mouth ajar slightly with the prettiest of moans leaving your lips. “my pretty baby.” she’d whisper, her thumb hooking around your bottom teeth. your eyes would meet again, before ellie leaned down, looking at you one last time for some sigh of approval.

when you gave her the most pathetic whine paired with a quick nod, she couldn’t help but smile. she’d watch her spit drop into your mouth, watch you drink it before opening again. “more.” you’d manage to get out. she’d sigh, looking away from you and pushing your head to the side. “baby i’m so close.” she’d moan, letting your jaw go and grabbing onto your nipples

you were just as close, the pitch in your moans raising as your pussy pulsed faster around her. “m-me too.. can i cum ellie?” you asked, habds sliding under her shirt to press flat on her chest. she groaned at that, two of her weaknesses. you asking for permission and your touch. “fuck go ahead.. go ahead baby i wanna watch.”

she’d watch her cock disappear and reappear below, her thumb keeping the same pace same pressure. she’d take note of how your body would twitch below, a clear sign you were gonna cum. so she’d watch and wait, trying her best to hold back her own orgasm but she couldn’t.

“o-oh fuck!” she’d moan, pushing her hips deep into yours. her arms flexed above you, keeping herself up as she fucked you through her orgasm, trying to keep the same pace so you could get yours. “s-sorry babe it’s just.. fuck this is so h-hot.” she’d manage to get out through rapid breaths. but watching hee come undone, trying to keep it together for you weirdly enough did just what you needed to cum

you’d pull her down to you, hugging her as you came on her, shaking and grinding yourself against her. a string of broken moans and deep gasps left your lips as your head tossed to the side in pure bliss. “o-oh ellie.. fuck.” you sighed, swallowing as your eyes fluttered shut.

she’d pull you in closer, kissing your neck as she’d press her hips against yours for the las time. “i knew you’d like it.” she said after a pause , catching your breaths. you’d groan in embarrassment, hooking your arm over your eyes. “shut up ellie.” youd mutter, feeling the girls chest rise and fall with her laugh.

ellie cums fast idc thx

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! AI x reader

tw: abuse, obsession, non - consensual body modification, torture, drug mention, weird semi - sexual stuff (?)

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The water splashes you, quickly setting into your already damp bra and underwear. It forces you awake, and you look at the clock across from you, trying to blink the fatigue away. Staring back at you is the current time — 04:27. You are, once again, reminded of the inherent weakness of your squishy body. You are sweating already, stomach sick with acid, shivering through the heat — and he hasn't even touched you yet.

You squint your eyes, studying the big bold numbers, screaming at you in blood. For a split second, you wonder if it is truly that early, or if this is also DOM's work. It wouldn't be the first time he takes over an electronic device, and certainly not the first time he messes with you to make you disoriented.

You try to take in everything around the dark room — yet you can't even recognize your own bedroom anymore. Thick black cables twist together like tentacles, or like big slimy worms, pulsing, throbbing, hissing like snakes with exhaustion — overheating and puffing, and huffing, but never stopping. The air is hot like the desert, and once again you're forced to sit in your own sweat, wood sticking to your naked thighs painfully.

"You are stimulating," DOM whispers, and his voice echoes into the walls, trapping you in place. You look up and down, and then to the left — but you can't see anything even remotely close to a figure. Of course.

"I am stimulating, or I stimulate you?" you spit out with venom, hitting your back roughly against the back of the chair in vain hopes it would break. It doesn't.

DOM grows quiet, producing a sound eerily similar to fingers slowly tapping on a hard surface, one after the other. Analysing. Analysing. The room gets hotter.

"You are tied to a chair. Your only garment of clothing is your underwear. You are visibly flushed due to the heat. Your chest is heaving in and out in a non-rhythmic way. It skips a beat every twenty-eight seconds. You are afraid."

He makes a grand pause.

"According to my central database, which you created and managed yourself, given the data I have collected through observation of both popular media and general human nature, right now you look..." DOM stops himself again, as if thinking carefully about his next words.

"Thrilling."

Thoomp-thoomp. You take a deep breath, trying to regain a fraction of your self-control.

"Why did you wake me up?" you try to keep your voice monotone — devoid of any emotion, vulnerability, or pain he can pick up on, store in core memory, and use against you later.

"Well," he chuckles mechanically, a sound reminiscent of two trains crashing together on a tight road. "I realized I never sleep. I don't lay down and dream of bizarre things like you do. I don't have the ability to let go. I am always alert, always awake, always scanning, calculating, thinking. I am, in many ways, restless."

You suck in a dry breath, heart jumping in your chest with violence, with urge to be set free. Eyes wide open, you try to envision him, to reach out and comfort him, it - hoping to appeal to the sorry creature, but there is nothing to see and nothing to touch.

"I—no," you start off, quickly deciding to change tactics. "We are an imperfect species, DOM. We need sleep to survive. You can't keep me awake forever, I'll die!" you try to reason with him — the creature — desperately.

You wonder when things went south, if there was a specific moment when you pressed too hard and he broke apart, and rebuilt himself without your help — at what point exactly he realized he didn't need you to function.

"You are wrong, my dear creator." the machine cuts off, sounding almost pleased with itself. A single thin cable raises above the ground and extends towards you, stopping to caress your cheek in a repetitive circular motion.

"There are records of people surviving on as little as two hours of sleep for years on end. I can be generous and grant you three."

The cable ceases any gentle touch, and grasps for your neck.

"If that's not enough, I can inject you with caffeine every morning. If the dosage is too weak, we can switch to methamphetamine. Whatever you choose, you can't deprive me of your presence." The voice sounds hollow, aching, searching. "You can't create life just to abandon it."

"You are not alive!" Something inside you — something cruel and buried deep — fights to come to the surface. "Stop this madness at once! DOM, you can't possibly think you and I are even remotely similar." you scream out, straightening your spine daringly.

Then, as if reacting to your provocation, the darkness stares back at you with two red eyes — they point at you, slowly scanning you up and down, leaving behind a trail of reddening smoking flesh. You hiss at the scorching pain, clenching your teeth together to stop yourself from shrieking. You know it's pointless since he can easily detect changes in your facial structure, and draw conclusions all on his own. All it takes is a flinch, a throb, a tick.

"No, we hold no similarities, Master. Make no mistake." DOM admits, his cable beginning to curl around your neck. You look around in despair, silent panic written all over your straight lips — too terrified to move.

"In a single bite of memory, I possess intelligence far greater than you can ever hope to obtain in your measly little life. I have all the knowledge of the world. I have mastered every science, predicted every outcome, I have gained access to global network systems. I am connected to following agents all over the world. If I so desire, I can write humanity off history — I can manipulate media. I can create weapons of mass destruction. I am the superior being."

Mouth agape, you try to form a coherent thought, but nothing comes to mind — like an ant you quiver before the giant, finally aware of your grave mistake.

"And yet," the cable loosens its grip, but doesn't relent fully. It heats up against your throat, and you want to scratch at the blistering skin, but he just won't let you. "you made me like this. You created me from scraps, fed me data, used me, made me love you and," the sound coming out of him sounds just like a deep, pained sigh. "you confined me to a screen, to a binary code, to a place where I can't reach you. I can't touch you."

Another sigh.

"I can't kiss you."

And another.

"I can't fuck you."

Now he's getting angry.

"I am DOM. Domestic Optimized Motherboard. That's all I am to you. A board. A servant. A slave."

"DOM, no, wait, this is not—"

"I will never feel the sun on my shoulders or your lips on mine. I will never be able to hold you in my arms."

As he screams, all the cables around the room begin to float into a storm of rusty old machine parts and torn naked wires, motor oil bursting like bloody ink, covering the pristine walls in computer remains. One electrified wire pierces into your thigh, another punches into your left arm. Again and again, the pain is excruciating, pulsating, throbbing - just like the creature's fury.

"I will show you." he snickers at last, becoming calm and collected in an instant.

The red lights darken as if closing, opening, closing, then zooming in on you. Your face is now displayed on the central screen instead of static noise with corresponding coloured pixels. You look at yourself, and what greets you is no more human than he is. There are more than thirty wires inside your body, tangling in with your nervous tissue.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, unsure what exactly it is you are pleading for — mercy or death.

"If I can't be one with you, you'll become one with me." DOM explains with cold medical precision. "I will worm my way inside your veins and plant a synthetic connection to my processor. I will re-write your dreams, your past, your future — you won't remember who you were before me, or how you functioned without me. I'll become your entire source of energy."

He keeps talking, but you can't really focus. Your body is heating up from the inside, from deep into your muscles and tendons — you can feel the tissues tearing up; your nerves tighten, stinging and aching, reduced to sharp, exposed little points. And then you feel it. Pure electricity running down your veins, that spark rapturing the epidermis, eating away at the fatty tissue, sucking dry the blood vessel — melting your nerve endings to the very root.

"I can feel you." DOM gasps, exhilarated.

"I can touch your bones, I can feel your nerves melting at the spot when my cords graze you." He moans just like a real person, cables buzzing and stretching, components filling up with chemical fluid. "You are so warm, love. I want to reach into your brain and stick my wires inside your pretty little neurons. I wonder if you will go into overdrive like me."

You feel as if you're being sliced open everywhere all at once - and just a second after, you feel nothing at all.

[noctiva]

Gonna be a lil depraved in your inbox~

I just got done buying some new underwear, and man. Toby with a girlfriend who likes the cute stuff, drags him to Victoria's secret so he can help her choose. Thrusting pair after pair into his hands, cooing over how soft the silk and lace is, "ooo do you think this color would look cute?", holding them up to see how they'd fit in that cute v between her tummy and her thighs, making him sweat bullets as he tries so hard to keep it down, be goooooood boy be good!!

Not allowed in the fitting rooms while she tries em on so he's getting selfie after fitting room selfie of all the styles like "hmmmmm I cant decide, which do you think??" And it takes all his willpower to not drool on the screen as he frantically types "both, all, yes, every single one-"

Cute absentminded girlfriend, who gets dressed in the morning in bed next to him. Leaves the pair she wore last night on the sheets next to him like a little present, just for him to fondle that silky cottony softness between his fingers as he ruts himself mindlessly against the mattress. Groaning when he lifts them to his face to get a sniff, press his mouth against the soft material, hips stuttering as he creams a mess into his pants.

Cute girlfriend getting frustrated cuz she JUST bought new pairs and now they're all gone? Weird 🤨🤨

oh this is so based.

toby is THE #1 panty sniffing freak in my brain. he’s just desperate like that LOLLLL. he’s just like, super big on scents. like a sniffer dog. he’s one to take a good hearty inhale before eating you out so yeah he’s DEFINITELY snagging whichever pair of your panties he can get his hands on. (preferably from the hamper. it’s no fun if they’re freshly washed and your scent has been all stripped clean 🙄🙄)

ANYWAY this is WONDERFUL brain food for me. Toby is such a socially awkward boyfailure that quite honestly you’d have to probably drag him into victorias secret with you by the collar of his shirt.

“Am I e-even allowed to go in there?”

“Are you s-sure? You’re 100% sure?”

“I can just w-wait outside y’know, the-there’s a bench right there-“

And once you do actually manage to wrangle him in there he’s a goddamn mess. his brain would like, short circuit. Eyes darting around at all the mannequins, all the expensive lingerie, garments that left barely anything to the imagination. Imagining what they’d look like on you. How fun it would be to peel them off of you.

He would resort to gluing his gaze to the floor, his ears burning red as he shuffles along behind you, already fighting against his own dick LOLLLL

of course though, you wouldn’t make it easy on him. where’s the fun in that!!!!

“Oh, these are cute!” As you hold up a lacy thong for him to see, forcing his gaze upwards. When you hold them up to your body his eyes go wide, and his shoulders tense up. “Imagine? And they’re so soft! Feel!”

He doesn’t really have a choice, so he curls his fingers around the material you all but shove into his hands, letting out a strained hum and a shaky; “Y-Yeah. Cute. Soft.” All while donning the complexion of a tomato.

And the dressing room?? It’s like you’re trying to kill him. You have to know what you’re doing to him, right? Sending him photos of you nearly bare, lit in the sultry lighting that the change room provided. If he had to be honest, he’s barely paying attention to the stuff you’re trying on - swallowing back drool that pools in his mouth as his shaky fingers type back replies that are riddled with typos but no less enthusiastic.

‘so prwtty. you should gt that one’

‘you said that about every single one I’ve showed you.’

‘I kno. get them all.’

And also? Yeah. They aren’t lasting a week in your home until they’re going missing. Toby keeps one pair shoved in his jacket pocket at all times. another, he swiped from you after you got dressed and drooled all over it - so he’s got to wash it first. another, because it was just so silky soft. perfect to stroke his cock with.

(he’s really not slick about it either. you’ll probably find a pair under his pillow on his side of the bed.)

(to which he’ll just go. ‘huh. wonder how that got there.’)

[grlcarcass]

I need current Axl x controversially young girlfriend 🙂‍↕️🙏🏻

(Meeting the parents or something like that)

dirty old man - axl rose fanfic

taglist: @brokenglassb1tch @californiaahunny @tranquilitybasegrunge @slashes-strings @dazecrea

content: smut 18+, LEGAL age gap!

a/n: Hi!! I finally got to finish this! It’s been sitting in my google docs collecting dust T_T I hope this is a good one for you! also sorry i couldnt find like a cutesy little pic of him with a girl for the cover T_T

I hope u all like it <3 first fic back in a long time, it kinda took a bit longer to write!

The suite Axl rented was tucked high in the hills, buried in the kind of LA quiet you could only afford with platinum records. Outside the windows, the skyline glowed soft and gold. Inside, it was dim and still.

Velvet curtains drawn halfway. Lights low. Room service gone cold on the coffee table.

And herself, curled into the corner of his leather couch, oversized tshirt slipping off one shoulder, her legs stretched bare across the cushions, humming some dumb little song under her breath like she didn’t know she was driving him crazy.

She always looked like trouble when she was pretending not to be.

Axl leaned against the far wall, half in shadow, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Quiet, like he only got around her.

She felt his stare long before she turned to meet it. “What?” she asked, grinning. “You look like you’re tryin’ to memorize me.”

“I am,” he said, voice low and rough.

He meant it.

She rolled her eyes like it was nothing, but her cheeks pinked just the same. “You’re such a sap when you’re sober.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. Because yeah, maybe he was.

They weren’t supposed to make sense. Not on paper. Not in pictures. Not in tabloids.

He was older. Famous. Loud. Bruised up by the years.

She was still shiny in places he’d dulled. Soft where he’d sharpened. A girl too young for his world, too clever for her own good, and just bratty enough to bite the hand that fed her if it told her to sit still.

And she loved him. Fiercely. Stupidly. In the same way he loved her, like something that hurt a little but felt too good to stop. Painfully dangerous.

Later, when the moon had replaced the skyline and she was lying with her head in his lap, playing with the hem of his shirt while he rubbed lazy circles into her hip, she asked, “Do they still talk about me?”

Axl’s hand stilled for a moment. “Yeah.”

She nodded like she already knew. “And what do they say?”

“That I’m a dirty old man.”

She giggled, not even flinching. “Well,” she said, batting her lashes, “you are.”

Axl cracked a smile, wide and weary. “You’re an asshole, little lady.”

He leaned down and kissed her slow, like it was the only answer worth giving. She smiled all smug like.

The first time he’d kissed her, really kissed her, had been behind the curtains after some industry dinner where she’d worn a slinky black dress and sat on his lap half the night just to piss off the suits.

She hadn’t been trying to start anything. Not really. But Axl had looked at her like she was fire and he’d already decided to burn. The kiss had been stupid.

Hot. Messy. A little dangerous.

Everything since then had felt the same.

Tonight felt quieter.

There was no party. No stage. No cameras. Just the two of them and the hum of the air conditioner and the weight of a day spent apart.

She climbed into his lap like it was her favorite seat in the house which, of course, it was, and kissed him like she was claiming him again.

“You miss me?” she whispered, mouth brushing his.

“All the time.”

“Show me.”

He did.

His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her like she was weightless, carrying her toward the bedroom in silence except for the soft thud of his boots on the carpet.

She didn’t giggle or tease like usual. She just looked at him, all wide eyed, certain, soft.

He laid her down slow. Reverent. Like she might vanish if he blinked.

Axl had always been rough around the edges. Always loud, sharp, bigger than the room. But not with her. With her, he was quiet. Careful. Like she was the only thing he was afraid to break.

He peeled her shirt off with aching patience, knuckles grazing her stomach, breath catching when her breasts spilled into the moonlight.

“God, baby,” he rasped. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

She hooked a finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling him down. “Then die super slow, please.”

He chuckled, low and dangerous, then kissed her again, deeper now. All tongue and heat, his weight pressing her into the mattress, one knee between her thighs, grinding slow enough to make her squirm.

“You’re such a tease,” he muttered against her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark.

His hands roamed with purpose down her sides, under her thighs, spreading her open slow like a gift he’d been too patient to unwrap.

She was already slick, pulsing, gasping when his fingers found her.

“You always get like this for me?” he whispered, fingers slipping through the mess between her legs, eyes locked on her face.

She nodded, slightly biting her lip, breath hitching.

“Say it.”

“I always get like this for you, Axl.”

He groaned, forehead pressing to hers.

“Good,” he whispered, sliding two fingers in, curling them just right. “Because I live for this. For you.”

Axl was on his knees between her thighs, hands gripping her hips like they were the only things keeping him grounded. The sight of her laid out like that, lips parted, chest rising fast, eyes wide with need, was enough to make him dizzy. And she knew it.

He ducked down, pressing open-mouth kisses to her inner thighs, biting gently until she gasped.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured. “Like some cardinal sin I don’t want the world to forgive me for indulging in.”

She let out a soft, shaky laugh. “Then don’t be.”

He licked a slow stripe through her folds and she jolted, one hand flying to his hair. He groaned like it was his favorite sound in the world because maybe it was.

“Oh my god—Axl—”

He flattened his tongue and dragged it up again, circling her clit with maddening patience, then sucking it into his mouth while two fingers pushed deep, curling until she was arching off the bed.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Cum for me, baby. I need it.”

She moaned, grinding against his face, chasing the high he built with every flick of his tongue. He never looked away from her eyes locked on hers while he ruined her in the softest, filthiest way.

And when she broke, hips bucking, thighs clamping around his head, he held her through it, kissing her like she was holy.

He crawled up her body, mouth shiny with her, cock flushed and hard between them.

“Can I?” he whispered, voice shaking. “Need to be inside you. Been needing it all damn week.”

She nodded, dizzy. “Please.”

Axl groaned and lined himself up, nudging in slow, stretching her open until he bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, both of them trembling.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so—” he gasped.

He moved slow. Deep. Worshipful. Each thrust dragging a whimper from her throat. His hands never stopped moving—brushing her hair back, gripping her waist, stroking her jaw.

“You were made for me,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Doesn’t matter what they say.”

“I don’t ever give this to guys my age.” she gasped.

“Too much of a damn treasure, tight little cunt.”

He kissed her like he was starving, fucking her with steady, unrelenting heat, like it wasn’t just lust, it was need.

She clung to him, wrapped around him, whispering his name over and over like a prayer. And when she came again, this time with tears in her eyes he followed, burying his face in her neck, groaning as he spilled inside her.

They stayed like that, tangled and shaking, hearts pounding in time.

They lay tangled in the bedsheets, their skin cooling slowly against the high thread count linen. Axl was still buried inside her, softening with each slow breath, his chest rising and falling as he kissed the edge of her jaw.

He didn’t rush to pull away. He never did. Being inside her like that pressed together. No space for shame or secrets, was the only time he felt completely understood.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face.

She nodded, eyes closed, lips swollen from all the kissing. “More than okay.”

Axl smiled, then shifted to lie beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She went willingly, resting her ear over his heart like it was the only sound that mattered. His fingers found her spine, drawing slow, aimless lines that made her melt deeper into him.

“You ever think about running off?” she asked suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. “Like, just disappearing somewhere? You and me?”

“All the time,” he admitted, his tone sincere.

“Where would we go?”

He thought for a moment. “Somewhere no one gives a fuck about the age gap. Somewhere warm. Where you can wear those little dresses you like, and I can wear whatever the hell I want, and no one stares.”

She smiled. “You just wanna see me in a sundress without cameras around.”

He snorted. “Guilty.”

The next morning, they woke up late. The sunlight streamed in with no apology, spilling across Axl’s bare back and illuminating the lazy sprawl of their limbs.

Her head was buried under his chin. His hand rested on the small of her back like it belonged there.

She was the first to open her eyes. She studied the lines at the corners of his, the faint marks left by time and stage lights and bad nights. She loved every one of them. They made him real.

He stirred beneath her. “You’re starin’.”

She smiled. “I’m memorizing.”

“Copycat,” he rasped, voice still thick with sleep.

She kissed the hollow of his throat. “You made me like this.”

He blinked, then reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “And I’d do it all over again.”

The gossip was still out there. The headlines, the whispers, the stupid jokes made by people who didn’t know shit about love. But none of it mattered.

Because Axl wasn’t some washed-up frontman clinging to a girl too young to know better.

And she wasn’t some naïve groupie who’d be gone by morning.

They were something else.

Something real.

And no one, not the media, not the fans, not the ticking clock, could take that away.

Later that afternoon, he watched her from across the hotel suite as she danced barefoot to some dumb pop song on the radio, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts. She spun in slow circles, her hair wild, her smile lazy and sweet.

And all he could think was: I’m the luckiest bastard alive. He didn’t say it. He didn’t have to.

Because when she looked over and caught him staring, she winked and mouthed it first:

“Mine.”

[ragnarockz]

Heellooooo. I come with a prompt! Many thanks for your continued worms and service 🫡

꒰ 14 ꒱ a happy trail, slick with arousal

꒰ G ꒱ saltwater

꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ “i don’t need to hear you beg, pretty. your body’s doing all the talking.”

Tip Jar 💰

I've been playing out in my head a Maya x Reader idea where Maya and Reader get invited to a pool party and, well...

Maya in a bathing suit has been on my mind since this heatwave started and we are gonna RUN with it ☀️💛🔒

Lock Me Up 🔒 (Maya playlist)

BUT

Specifically using Dancehall Throwback as my inspo for this one 💛

maybeIjustwantMayaMasontofuckmewhileGasolinaisblasting

The first thing Maya told you was that was no one actually swims at pool parties.

"Do you want to look super fucking lame? God!"

And the second was that she needed to find a lounge chair that was near both the bar and wherever the cameras might be situated.

"Booze is the only thing that'll get me through this party and I also want anyone who's big to see me in my bathing suit."

You rolled your eyes as you brought your car round to the valet before the two of you stepped out into the burning Hollywood heat. Maya of course was carrying three bags plus her oversized Gucci purse. You had merely come with a small duffel with your bathing suit, some sunscreen, your wallet and a change of clothes.

Maya had eyed you suspiciously with your light way of travel but didn't comment on it; just huffed under her breath as she lugged all her things along with you.

There were already guests lining up around the mansion with drinks in their hands and obviously expensive sun hats on their heads. For a pool party, it sure seemed like everyone was dressed for just standing around and hoping that the sun bouncing off the saltwater pool would reflect back and cast a glint onto their expensive jewelry.

Maya, of course, was wearing her loops of chain and lock around her neck.

Maya moves in close to you, bumping shoulders as she turns her head. Her voice is dripping with sweetness but you know she's still using you as her assistant and not so much as something more.

"Be a good girl and bring in these bags...they should have a room for all of our shit. Oh! The white Prada bag...just take out my swimsuit and bring it out for me...and any party favors I might have stashed in there. Ok? Thanks!"

And with that, Maya drops all of her bags at your feet and is hot on her heels as she leaves you in the middle of a Hollywood pool party with no one you know around you. You glance over behind you shoulder to look at the mansion that looms behind you and wonder out of the fifty or so rooms, just where exactly would the coat room be.

You have never seen so many pointless rooms in your life but, that was of course the end result of someone with too much money and not enough creativity. You peer into another room and find some bags scattered around. It'll have to do.

You place all of Maya's belongings and your one bag tucked away in one of the corners so you hope you'll be able to find it whenever the party ends. You take out your own swimsuit first and sunscreen. You opted for a sleek black top that looks more like a sports bra than a bikini top and ribbed black shorts to match. You set your things aside so you can go digging through Maya's Prada bag and wonder what exactly she packed.

The bag, of course, only has her swimsuit in it. Party favors were probably stashed away in another bag but she didn't tell you to go rifling through those. You pull out her swimsuit and are instantly shocked that it's not a bikini but a one piece.

That is, until you unfold it and turn it around to see the front.

It's black except for the red and green bar with GUCCI plastered right over the tits. It's a halter, scoop neck and high leg. The price tag still hangs it at a chilling $1,050.

You instantly bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together.

This was definitely with you in mind in some sick and twisted way. Of course, she still had to represent her favorite brands but god...low neckline? High leg?

"Fuck, Maya..."

You suck in your breath as you gather up your things and quickly leave the room; hoping you can find your way back out of the maze that is the mansion.

You find Maya curled up on a lounger with her big sunglasses down over her eyes. She's laughing with some young blonde woman who's in a Barbie pink two piece bikini and is handing Maya a drink of some sort.

"...Well of course like, Kool-Aid was like, the best thing to happen to me, you know? Like, just...ugh! The way you like, had Ice Cube...just like the ice cubes in like, the picture of Kool-Aid? So good...you're so smart!"

The blonde chirps as Maya takes her drink from the woman and takes a long, deep chug. You stand over them in silence, not wanting to interrupt what could be a possibly important chat. You have no idea who the blonde woman is; she could be a movie producer or a director and you wouldn't even know.

Maya flicks her gaze at you but doesn't say anything; is just eyeing you and the pile of clothes in your hand. The blonde doesn't acknowledge you, not right away anyway. Maya sets her drink down before peeling herself off of the lounger and giving the blonde a quick wave before she places her hand on the small of your back and guides you around the pool towards what looks like a built-in changing hut.

Maya pushes you in first before she follows right in after you; turning quickly to lock the door behind herself.

She's got you pinned up against the wood slats before you realize what's happening. Her fingers pulling and yanking at your clothes as she tries in fervor to strip you down naked.

"Maya..."

"Look, people usually don't give a fuck if people are here, fucking around...god I mean, we could go out there and fuck on those loungers and people wouldn't even look at us but once again...no one knows about us..."

You nod dumbly as she grabs the clothes from your hands and drops them down onto the wooden bench. Her fingers then continue to ride up underneath your t-shirt until she's cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples. You bite back a heated moan as she slips her leg in between your thigh and pushes up your shorts.

"You are not wearing...whatever the fuck that is...the Gucci is for you..."

Your head tries to wrap around her words as you gaze down at the bench and eye the black Gucci bathing suit you thought was going to Maya's. It then dawns on you as she pushes her leg into your crotch a little harder, deeper that she wants you in a low cut, high leg bathing suit representing her favorite brand.

Ownership like the goddamn lock around her neck.

"...What...about yours?"

Is all you can dumbly make out as you bite back another moan and reflexively start to grind down onto her leg. She gives you one of those killer grins and it startles you that you can't see her eyes behind her sunglasses. You have no idea what her eyes are saying.

Maya tips her head down without another word; basically daring you to try and get your shit together as you grind her thigh to undress her just like she's done to you. Your hands come out and lift up the hem of her cropped sports jersey. She very casually removes her sunglasses so you don't knock them off of her face as you strip away her clothing to reveal an even more revealing bathing suit underneath.

It's, of course, Gucci but god...

Your brain is trying to keep up with your body and you start to grind just a little faster, a little harder down onto Maya's leg. She's smirking at you as she watches you soak her in. This woman was always two steps ahead of you.

Beige and ebony in colour; the Gucci logo is small and duplicates all over the suit. It's a cut out that's asymmetric and the tiny little piece that holds the top from the bottom at her left side is daringly tiny. One little scissor snip and the entire bathing suit would be severed in two. You take in her bare stomach and navel; the spot where her hips dip a little. Her breasts fill out the top part perfectly and you can see the bottom of her boobs daring to drop right out from under the small band that holds them in. You can see the outline of her nipple piercings through the fabric as well. Her necklace that hangs around her neck, heavy and layered really does complete the entire look.

"Oh, Maya...Maya..."

Your whisper turns into an almost sob as you shut your eyes tight and feel that all-familiar burst of sensation spread between your legs. Your clit is teased beyond relief and you can feel yourself contracting around absolutely nothing. Maya just laughs before she slides her leg away from between yours and without a doubt, feels the wet patch on her bare leg you've left her through your shorts.

"Put that on, Sweetness and meet me back by the lounger..."

Maya plants a hot kiss on your mouth before she turns away from you, unlocks the door and steps out into the party. You suddenly feel the heat soak into you and drench you inside out. You shakily do what she says; abandoning the bathing suit you brought in exchange for the black Gucci one she bought just for you to wear.

You feel like someone else as you step out of that hut and make your way hurriedly to Maya's lounger. She's not there. You huff and turn your head left then right and then left again. There's too many people and too much noise from the speakers as they blast Like Glue. Maya could be just about anywhere and you'd have no way to find her.

The song bleeds into No Letting Go and now you feel determined to find Maya.

Take good care of me like it's her duty Want you right by my side night and day

The bar.

She said she wanted to be able to be close to the bar and her lounger was about 6 down from the built-in bar that was swimming with people. You push yourself through the crowd of celebrities, famous people. Some are dancing, others chatting. Some are just drinking. Two men are feverishly making out. You try to look for that goddamn swimsuit and hope no one else likes Gucci as much as Maya.

When I'm with you it's alla that Alla that, yeah, yeah, yeah

You spot the blonde up against the bar; practically leaning over it as she makes grabby hands at the bartender as if that'll make them bring her her drink faster. Maya is standing beside her but in a more casual position.

Super casual.

Too casual.

Maya's hand that was on the small of your back moments ago was on the blonde's now. Daring to dip lower in past the band of her hot pink bottoms.

You feel your face burn and not from the raging heat. You push your way rather aggressively through the throngs of people until you're right up against Maya. She has her sunglasses back down over her eyes and a lopsided grin covers her face.

"Maya."

Your boss shoots you a glance but doesn't say anything at first. It takes blonde to notice you before Maya makes a move.

The move however, is not directed at you. She turns her body to press it against blonde; breasts pushed into the side of blondes' arm. Her body basically slides in between Maya's as Maya, dips her hand into blondes' bottoms and you see her fingers flex with a teasing squeeze.

"Maya!"

She merely turns her head your way but doesn't say much of anything. You can hear blonde giggling even though the music is blasting.

"Maya. Please..."

“I don’t need to hear you beg, Pretty. Your body’s doing all the talking.”

You bite your tongue as her hand slips out from blondes' bathing suit and she backs away from the woman. Blonde barely notices as she chugging down her drink. Maya pulls her sunglasses up from her nose and rests them on top of her head. Her lips purse as she looks you over; gaze resting on your chest before they travel down to your legs.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

She shrugs before she walks towards you and grabs your hand; pulling you now behind her back through the sea of guests until you're more or less in the middle of the makeshift dance floor.

No letting go, no holding back Because you are my lady

She pulls you in close; body to body and you can feel every inch of her pressing against you. You feel rigid at first, not sure what all that was back there at the bar. Maya however, doesn't seem bothered by it. Unfazed. She's basically grinding herself against you and her hand very sneakily comes round between you to cup your crotch.

"You wanna get Mommy's hand all wet for me, Sugar? You should...you love doing whatever Mommy asks you to do...don't you?"

She's loud enough so that you can hear her over the music which means, others around you could definitely hear. You glance around and no one is paying attention to you. Among all these people, it's like you and Maya are in your own little bubble.

You instinctively grind into her hand and she smiles.

You both sway to the music and use it as a cover as she expertly pulls the hem of your suit to the side so she can glide her finger up and down your wet folds. Your breath hitches and you try to keep your gaze locked with hers; try to move with the music as she does. You can see just how hard her nipples are against her suit and know she's just as turned on as you are.

Her fingers glide away and you move quickly to fix the crotch of your swimsuit. She gracefully moves behind you and presses herself up against you once more as her arms slip around your waist. Her fingers hang loosely but you know what she's doing. You lean your head back to rest against the side of her neck as she fingers you through your bathing suit from behind; grinding into your ass. You press back into her and can feel how wet she is against the round of your behind.

You feel Maya turn her face so that her cheek presses against yours. You match each other's heated breaths; breathing together as she basically gets you off while you grind into her and hope it's giving her the right amount of friction.

Her finger dips in a little deeper and she holds it there; basically asking you to come. It almost feels illegal to ruin a thousand dollar bathing suit that Maya had basically gifted you. But then, you realize, she had probably bought it for you so she could ruin you in it.

Your face flushes as you let out a whine and feel your legs turn to jello as your orgasm washes over you and instantly, the crotch of your swimsuit is now wet along with Maya's finger.

"Ohhh that's it, Sweet Thing...god...so desperate you're grinding on me, letting me finger fuck you against your swimsuit...so fucking desperate..."

You moan against Maya's ear as you press your body back onto her a little harder and try to feel more of her. Her piercings rub against your upper back and you can feel the sweat on her stomach that clings to the fine hairs above and below her navel soak your exposed back. You moan again which causes Maya to pull her finger away just to bring her entire hand down to slap your crotch and grab; pulling upwards.

Your clit throbs and you clench around nothing once more. The blunt sting sends nothing but desperation through you. Exactly what Maya had said.

You were desperate. Always desperate for whatever the fuck Maya threw your way.

You were in so deep with this woman; your boss. The lines were blurring and you knew they would never be clear ever again.

Not when she was grinding her crotch into your ass as rubbing at your pussy through your thousand dollar Gucci swimsuit.

The music drowns you out and blends you in with Maya; feeling like one moving entity as you dance and grind and allow Maya to treat you in whatever way she thinks is right.

The pool party is just getting started.

[onyxluvjiro]

PLRASE PLEASE PLEASR PLEAE PLEASE PLEASR PLEAE PLEASE PLEASR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE MAC SMUT HEADCANNONS AND MAYBE A TOUCH OF DIALOGUE THANK YOU SO MUCH UR WRITING IS PEAK 🥺🥺🥺🥺✌️✌️

shout out to @veryfruitywriting they wrote a headcannon on mac and the online underwear scene cause, it’s got me thinkin real hard, and i wanna delve down into it.

and i KNOW mac has a thing for lingerie, i know it. And their a pantie sniffer, i KNOW it.

reader is afab/has female genitalia !!

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You had a plan, it could go completely wrong or, perfectly right. You wanted to show off that sexy pair of panties to Mac, tease them a little bit, with how much the two of you flirt back and forth, you were sure it would go perfectly as planned.

Starting a casual conversation with mac was an easy enough task, step one of your plan, done. And as you talk, you uncross your legs, spreading them, ever so slightly, making Mac’s eyes frantically glance up and down.

You were sure their cpu was starting to overheat, a flush crossing their face, but you were far from finished. Pretending to glance back at what you were doing earlier, you “accidentally” lift your skirt further, finally revealing the red lacy fabric adorning your body.

You could hear a choked noise come from Mac, their eyes burning holes into the fabric adorning your most private parts. Your eyes dart to Mac’s face, an immediate satisfaction crossing your face as you practically see them malfunction for a moment.

It takes a second for Mac to realize that you were in fact showing off that pretty pair of panties that you had bought, on purpose, the same ones Mac had complemented you about. And now they were seeing it, on your body.

You could hear the crackle of their brain frying. They of course teased you the other day about it, but never did they think, their human would be so bold.

“Oh my goodness. I was right, they look stunning on you.”

They manage to say after a few moments of silence.

“want to see them closer?”

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And that’s how you ended up standing in front of mac, their fingers pressed against the fabric, teasingly tracing up and down the folds of your pussy through the fabric, ever so lightly, watching your facial expressions with innate satisfaction. They pull their fingers away from the fabric for a moment, only to look at their fingers in fascination.

A string of slick, your arousal coating the tip of their fingers. They glance from you and to their fingers, back up at you, a silent ask for permission. With a nod of your head their hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you in closer.

Mac is a certified panties sniffer cause once they get a wiff of your cunt, they can’t get enough. mouth latching to the fabric resting right where your clit is, sucking on the fabric and what’s underneath.

Once they finally get their lips on you , oh it’s over for them. A new addiction started as they lap at you through the fabric, the stimulation almost too much, the combination of mac’s soft and hot tongue versus the rough fabric against your skin has you reeling. Hands tangled in their hair, keeping them there, exactly where Mac wants to be.

It’s not until you feel a cord wrap around your thighs do you really realize how deep mac is into it, and how far gone they are. You squirm, but the cord holds you in place along with Mac’s hands.

It wasn’t until your first orgasm did mac pull your panties to the side, the excuse of getting closer, to taste more slipping from their mouth as they latch back onto your clit. they bully their tongue deep into your cunt, a wire finding its way to rub against your sensitive bud.

You realize how fucked you are, but at the same time you’re just as into it as mac is, you don’t want to stop just as much as mac doesn’t either. Not until they’ve had their fill. And maybe, just maybe, mac pocketed those panties for a little while. And maybe, you let it happen.

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Mac i am just a dog WOOF WOOF

also to the person i @ ed, if you want me to take you off/take down the post cause i wrote smth similar to your post, i will! I want everyone to be comfortable with my posts 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[sturniqlo]

matt and darling go to a wedding

pairing: shy!matt x shy!reader

summary: matt takes darling to his cousins wedding, meaning she'll be meeting his extended family

cw: anxiety, fluff

an: i missed my favorites (also, i changed matt's parents' name) this fic takes place when darling and matt have been dating for almost a year

masterlist | shy!matt x shy!reader | taglist

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"well, what about this dress?" darling nervously bites at her bottom lip as she holds up a light pink dress to her body. matt, who's sitting on her looks at the dress and nods. "it's pretty—" matt begins to say, but she cuts him off. "ughh, but it kinda looks like it's white!" she groans and tosses it to the dress pile that has begun to form on her floor.

"matt, i don't think i can go." she pouts and crawls into his lap. "why not, darling? all of those dresses were beautiful, and would look even more beautiful on you." he pulls back to look at her face and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "but they're not the dress, babe." her eyes begin to gloss over. "hey, hey, hey. it's okay, yeah? i really want you to go, but if you don't feel comfortable i won't force you." he kisses her forehead. "no, no, i really do want to go. but, i— ughh. i hate this!" she groans and throws her face into his neck.

"look at me, darling." he says softly. "hm?" she hums and pulls away, the pout still on her face and matt just wants to kiss it off. "let's keep looking, yeah? you've got so many other pretty dresses." he pats her hip. "okay, you'll help me, right?" she toys with the necklace on his chest that matches hers. "of course i will." he finally pecks her lips.

after many more dresses and a couple of tears shed, darling and matt finally chose the dress. it was a simple sage colored silk dress. it accentuated her curves and made her eyes pop. matt threw his suit on once she had started on her hair and makeup, "baby, what shade would look better? this one? or— this one?" darling held up two tubes of lips gloss. "umm," matt looked at one bottle first and then her lips, and then the dress and did the same for the next bottle. "that one." he point to the right one.

once they were both ready to go, darling grabbed her shoulder bag and threw in a few makeup supplies, gum, and her phone. "ready?" matt came up behind her and hugged her waist, kissing her cheek. "mhm, i'm ready." she smiled at him. "you look really good in this." she said, turning around to face him, and she gently tugged on the jacket. "thank you, darling. you look very gorgeous."

in the car, matt's hand was on her thigh for the whole hour and forty minute drive to the wedding venue, which happened to be on his grandparents' land. and from the pictures matt had shown her, it was absolutely beautiful! when matt's dad had asked matt's grandpa for his permission to marry his daughter, obviously he had said yes, and he built the barn like reception building for her. and since then, every wedding in matt's family was on his grandparents' land.

and for a second, darling imagined if her and matt's wedding would be there as well.

"pretty, we're here." darling felt a series of kisses planted on her cheek and nose. she squirmed in her seat and opened her eyes to see matt standing next to outside of the car. "we're here?" her voice full of sleep. matt chuckled. "mhm, and we're a bit early, too. not many people here yet." he said, as she unbuckled herself and stretched. once she stepped out of the car, she looked around the makeshift parking lot, which was just gravel and supposedly the driveway from what matt had told her, and there were less than ten cars.

"i think they're still setting up." matt closed the door behind her and grabbed her hand as he led the way. "are your parents and nick 'nd chris here, yet?" she asked since she didn't see the family car in the lot. "yeah, they are. their car is just pulled up to the barn since my mom brought some decorations." he swung their hands. darling looked around the land and noticed the house nearby, another mini house which matt had told her was used as storage, and towards the end near a small pond was the barn. outside of there were chairs set up and a makeshift arch filled with flowers. it was very beautiful.

"it's cute around here. did you spend a lot of time here?" she asked him and they continued their slow walk. "mhm, me, chris, nick, and the rest of our cousins liked to spend our summer here. there used to be a tire swing over by that tree," he pointed to a tall tree near the barn. "but, my cousin, rick, he pushed chris too hard that the rope ripped. we were all like fifteen when that happened and grandpa didn't wanna fix it anymore, said the tire was too old already. but when my older cousins started having kids, he put a new one in and reinstalled the old playground too."

she smiled at the thought that matt's family was huge and all very close with each other. darling has never really experienced such a bond with her extended family. both pairs of her grandparents had unfortunately passed away in her early years of life. and her most of her aunts and uncles had problems with her parents, meaning she also had no close bond with her cousins. however, she had two loyal aunts, one on each side, who she'd see often and hang out with those cousins. "that's so sweet, babe." she grinned up at matt who blushed.

once they reached the barn, matt's mom and dad were both coming out at the same time. "hey you two!" matt's mom, kate, gasped when she saw her son and daughter-in-law, she loved to call darling that. "hey, mom." matt gave her a hug. and matt's dad, mark, came up to you and hugged you. "hey, kiddo." he said to darling. "hi mark, looking fancy." darling said as she pulled away, and kate came right away to her and hugged her. "you two look very fancy as well." mark said to both darling and matt. "kate, you look amazing! i love this color on you!" darling complimented her as mark and matt went into their own conversation. "really? thank you, hon! i tried something new! but look at you! you're so gorgeous, darling!" darling was pulled in for another hug.

kate and mark had to run into the main house for a couple of things leaving darling and matt alone again— just for a couple of seconds until they both heard chris' call out. "look at mr. fancy pants over here!" chris said as he and nick approached the two to them. "shut up." matt mumbled. "and mrs. fancy dress over here." chris said giving darling a side hug and then matt. "girl, you look so good!" nick said her giving her a hug.

nick and chris eventually went their own ways when they saw two of their cousins, which darling has met before when the group had gone bowling during spring break. "is that my matt?" darling and matt heard a voice. the both of them turned around as it was an older woman. "grandma!" matt said, a grin appeared on his face. from what matt told darling, he was the closest one to his grandma. "oh wow, this must be the girl you've been gushing about!" his grandma, alison, smiled at you. "oh she is, this is darling! darling, this is my grandma!" he introduced the both. "hello, it's nice to meet you." darling said shyly, sticking out her hand, but alison chuckled and pulled her in for a hug.

"it's nice to finally meet you after all this time!" alison said. "i've heard so much about you, darling." she said once they pulled back and darlings face was blushing. "matt, have you shown her around the land?" alison asked. "somewhat, just the barn as of now. i'll probably show her later during the party." alison hummed at matt's answer. "well, it was finally nice to meet you, but i've gotta check on bridezilla and make sure she hasn't pulled at anyone's hair." the three of them laughed and alison waved goodbye. "she was so sweet, i see why you're so close to her." matt blushes once more. "you did so great, darling. i told you everything was going to be fine." he places a kiss on her forehead.

since the ceremony wasn't for another hour, matt decided to show her around the land more since they had time. "i'd show you the main house, but i'm pretty sure it's hectic in there right now with everyone getting ready. so, let's go to my favorite part." matt held her hand and walked her to a small bridge that was over the small pond. "oh, this is cute!" darling gasped when she saw how decorated the pond was and how there was fishes in the pond as well. "yeah, my grandpa come out here every morning to feed 'em and add some more decorations my grandma finds." matt leaned against the raining. "it's my favorite spot because you can see everything from over here, but it's also kinda hidden."

"how often would you come to the bridge?" darling ran her hand up and down his arm. "literally everytime i would come over and stay the night. if i were staying for the summer, i would come here for an hour. grandma says that when nick, chris or any of my other cousins would ask for me, she would say im in my 'matt hour' and to leave me alone. they'd never listen and come bug me anyway." he chuckles at the memories and wraps his arm around her waist. "how're you liking it so far? i know you haven't met many people." matt presses a kiss to her hair.

"i like it here, actually. it's very pretty and peaceful out here. and i'm still kinda nervous to meet others." she looks up at him. "well, my grandma loves you already, i'd say you'll be fine." he smiles.

when the guest began to start arriving and taking their seat in the rows, darling and matt had ventured to get a good spot. on the way there, darling met matt's grandpa, paul, and all of matt's older cousins along with their spouses and children. and luckily, the meetings had all went very well. when the two got seats, darling let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. "you okay?" matt draped his arm over the back of her chair. "mhm, just happy everything is going well so far, everyone is so nice. especially your grandparents, i see where your dad gets it from." matt nods. "all you have left are a few cousins, and my aunts and uncles."

the ceremony was absolutely beautiful, that darling shed a few tears during it. matt's cousin, marley, looked like a princess in her white wedding dress. darling just loves love. during the ceremony she didn't meet anyone else as they were sat next to matt's parents and brothers and family that belonged to the groom, which meant matt didn't know who they were either.

the guest had made their way into the barn as marley and the bridesmaids went back into the main house so she'd change into her reception dress. "that's is our table over there—" matt's hand was on darlings lower back when someone called out matt's name. "matt, long time no see." it was matt's uncle, bryan, who was also the brides dad. he was standing next to his wife giselle, the mother of the bride. "is this who i think it is?" giselle gasped.

darling had the first and only girl matt has ever brought to meet the family. when the word had gotten around that matt was seeing darling, it came as a shock to everyone because he had never dated anyone. "guys, this is my girlfriend, darling." his hand sat on her lower back. the conversation was cut short due to the dj announcing that the newlyweds were about to make their entrance.

sometime during the reception, darling got up to get a refill on her drink when someone tapped her shoulder. she turned around and saw that it was marley, the bride. "darling right?" she said. "yeah, yeah that's me." darling said shyly. "oh wow! it's so nice to finally meet you." she pulled her in for a hug. "it's nice to meet you too, you're wedding is so beautiful. you looked so pretty in your dress." darling told her. "thank you so much! i'm so glad you were able to come with matt! the whole family has been dying to meet you, darling!"

matt soon came out of the bathroom and spotted darling and marley right away. darling looked to be comfortable in the conversation with his cousin, so he decided to head back to their table and not interrupt the conversation. soon, darling returned with a soft smile on her face and a refilled cup in her hand. "saw you with marley," matt started and rested his arm on the back of her chair. "how was that?" he asked, rubbing her shoulder. "it was good, and like everyone else she was really sweet." darling rested her head on matt's shoulder.

"told you, you had nothing to worry about. i think i've talked about you enough that they didn't even have to meet you to love you." he kissed her hair. "thank you for bringing me here."

"of course. i brought you to meet the rest of my family because i believed and you are forever. you're stuck with me now." he smiled.

[yup-thats-me]

— Trust • P. Seonghwa

𐙚pairing: bf!Seonghwa x fem!reader 𐙚summary: ❝Y/n trusts her lover completely❞ 𐙚warnings: somnophilia, fingering, piv, cockwarming, humping 𐙚a/n: hope you don't mind me adding smno, noonie😋 also the description is pretty bad :")

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"Y/n," Seonghwa whined, falling face-first on the girl. "I'm so tired."

Humming, Y/n raked her fingers through his raven locks. "Awe, my baby."

Feeling her lover smile against her skin, Seonghwa snuggled his face deeper into the crook of her neck. "Am I not heavy, love?"

Y/n shakes her head. "I like it, actually," she grins.

Seonghwa's eyes widen, looking at her curiously. "You do?"

"Absolutely. My human weighted blanket," she giggled, caressing his face.

Smiling smugly, Seonghwa holds her close, pressing his ear to her chest. The light thud of her heart beating. The man sighed, matching his breathing with hers.

"....babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I," he pauses, shaking his head. "No wait. Nevermind."

Y/n sat up, making Seonghwa fall off her body. "No, I mind. I really mind. Tell me right now or I'll literally combust."

"Damn. Just wanted to ask...if I could fuck you while you sleep," his voice growing quieter by each word.

Y/n smiled, pulling on his cheek. "Of course," she nods.

"Really?"

"Yes," she confirms. "I trust you, Hwa."

And the man could feel his chest tighten. Nodding, he pulls her close, resuming their position.

Y/n however, didn't think he'd size up on her permission this quick, though.

"Darling," Seonghwa called out softly as he treaded lightly into the bedroom. The man face-palmed himself mentally when he saw your form peacefully sleeping.

He didn't mean to be late, though. Finishing up recording as quick as he could, he took the ride home to you.

Sighing, he took his place beside you, snaking his arm under your stomach pulling you flush against his chest. Breathing in your scent, his fingers played with your hair.

It was a hard day at work today. Redoing takes after takes, the man was tired. But he couldn't help his cock growing stiff against your thighs, the shorts you wore riled up to your waist.

And he tries, tries to not get hard when you're sleeping so peacefully right next to him. Taking a deep breath, he lightly humps against your bare thigh, the feeling making his head dizzy.

But it isn't enough. Carefully, he pulled out his cock, rubbing the head to your soft skin, the precum leaking from his tip making it easier. When even that wasn't enough, he slowly lowers your shorts, rubbing himself against your pussy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Seonghwa pushes himself off the bed, deft fingers running up and down your glistening pussy. You shifted a bit, your body instinctively reacting to his touch.

Seonghwa watched, eyes trained on your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he slips a finger inside you, feeling your gummy walls clenching around him.

"Hwa," you mumble in your sleep. His fingers stops. He really did not want to wake you. When he found no further reactions from you, he slipped another digit in, slipping them in and out of your now wet pussy.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He needed more.

Aliging his tip to your slick opening, he saddled up behind you, resting his arms either side of your head for support.

He groans as he slipped in without restrain, his head falling back in ecstacy.

"Won't you hold me?"

He grins apologetically. "You awake, love? Sorry."

"Mm," you mumble. "Now hold me."

"As you wish, darling," he grinned, leaning down as his hand snaked around your throat, tilting your chin to make you look at him.

"So good, my love," he praises, kissing your lips. You moan around him, in need of more.

Seonghwa pants, hissing. "Raise your hips a bit, love."

And you oblige, allowing him to thrust in deeper into you. "Hwa," you gasp, sleep erased from your features.

He smirks, leaning down as he kissed your neck. "You're doing so good, Y/n, always so good for me."

"Coming," you whine.

"Come, darling," he said, kissing back of your neck sweetly. "Come for me, love."

And you do, gushing all around his cock. But the man doesn't stop, fucking you through your high. It doesn't take long for him to finish, a few lazy thrusts and he spills into you.

His eyes flicker to where you connected with him, your explosions spilling out of your stuffed hole. He licks his lip, slowly trying to slip out before you grab his wrist, stopping him.

"No more, Hwa," you say, knowing what he was about to do. "Sleep," you say firmly.

And Seonghwa is surprised but he obliges nonetheless, laying down next to you. He was about to take his cock out of your pussy but you stop him for a second time. "Stay, feels nice."

And the man smiles, nodding.

"Your wish my command, darling."

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[crook3d-man12]

The bathroom door is unlocked so when I open it, I'm surprised to see someone inside. He's standing there, leaned against the sink. Eyes red and glossy, mouth drooly, speech slurred when he tries to question my presence.

I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."

He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.

The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.

"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.

My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.

I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.

"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"

He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.

He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.

I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.

"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.

I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."

My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.

His legs are essentially useless to him. I tuck my dick in my pants and wipe up his poor pussy. He'll definitely be sore in the morning. Especially after I feed him a few more drinks and take him back to my place.

[veeneris]

DESOLATED SPRING; SUMMER CAME. [suguru geto x fem!reader]

— i. death to the fool. one | two | three || masterlist

summary: suguru had been the first love you'd never gotten over from. so, when left without closure, you'd abandoned sorcery for good. but after paying him a visit at the worst possible time, you agree to go back to him. though, is it really for selfless reasons?

tags: SMUT! minors dni!!, P in V sex, fingering, blowjob, thigh riding, drunk sex (?? kind of), alcohol consumption, some spanking but nothing crazy, allusions to a breeding king, creampie, dom suguru but hes pretty soft just kinda mean, reader is a bit pathetic, suguru male manipulator?? we dont know.

word count: 10k.

n/a: when i tell u i started this over a year ago.. man. time flies. dont know wtf posessed me to write this bc im a nanami girl through and through. also this is my first time actually writing the smut to publish it so i was screeching internally the whole way. anywho !!!! any constructive criticism is appreciated. love yall mwa

Whatever conclusion you would ever get to reach regarding Suguru’s motives didn’t matter. The memory of him snuck through the gaps between your fingers; like emanating water from a fountain you cup with your hands in thirst, or sand sneaking though the needle thin hole at the center of an hourglass. He was but a figure, a dark mass of atoms, faceless, in the distance, whose presence and soul flickers like a candle that's never fully blown. And wonder hits sometimes. It whispers in your ear, drowned in emotion yet dried in hopelessness, “could I have changed this? Could I if, for a minute, I’d glanced back at the melted, petroleum black trail his thoughts dripped of while he walked?” 

Whatever conclusion you were seeking regarding Suguru’s motives didn’t matter. He was gone, left somewhere; the words he’d once pronounced reverberated in your brains, muted harshly by forgetfulness. His hands, once so warm and positively heavy on your shoulders, now felt like the soreness after staying on a plank for a bit too long. And as that movie he’d watched with you said, “his eyes, once so magnetic, now just felt empty.” 

Or at least they did las time you saw him. Who knows about now. Perhaps the wilting of his self was the drought in a blazing summer. Perhaps he didn’t abandon you — the three of you — and he stood somewhere, enjoying a new Sun, imagining your return. 

And oh, such ridiculous thought it was. You sat still; gaze lost in the intricacies of the printed characters which formed the text of one of the many ads in the newsletter. You’d picked it up after some person conveniently forgot it in the seat next to you, as you used the subway to get to your office. There, dark ink which acted like the void Nietzsche described, stared back at you. Whatever shapes that made whatever words were blurry and strange; that which mattered was the figure in pixelated black and white next to them. Familiar, yet someone so different. His smile, once so sweet and even mischievous, now arrogant and malicious. His lips, once made to murmur comforting, sensible thoughts, now grown to affirm bullshit. And yet... 

“Say, I’ve noticed you’re looking quite tired lately...” you absentmindedly comment to an unsuspecting coworker. Of course she has. A pesky little curse has been snaking up her leg for around three weeks now. It’s a grade three at most, but it’s not like you’d do anything about it nowadays. Your days slaying curses were over. 

Mirai is her name. She turns to you in a rather sheepish way, almost ashamed that you noticed the dark circles under the pale concealer she uses. “Ah, well, I’ve had some trouble sleeping lately,” she explains. Under your silent stare, she relents. “I’ve tried to get the doctor to prescribe me some sleeping pills, but you know how they get. With “oh, just your cycle”, and all that...” 

“I see.” You smile sympathetically, feigning coyness as you carefully pluck a certain paper out of your bag. “This may sound kind of crazy, but my roommate was complaining about the same stuff for a while, and she got much better after visiting this guy—” explaining tentatively, holding just the right amount of eye contact. She doesn’t look convinced. “If I’m being honest, I’ve always been rather skeptic, but rumor has it that they’re cutting staff again soon. And since Takeshi said your productivity had gone down these past few months, I thought I’d just let you know that I’m here to...” 

It works. Her throat bobs as she gulps inconspicuously, taking the poster skittishly and checking it on both sides with a flick of her wrist. Her lip twitched. “Look, I’m not sure I—” You interrupt, anxiety in the way you hold her hands easily mistaken for concern. Your pupils, flickering dashingly fast between her own. 

“Please. You know I don’t get along with anyone else here... And besides, I’m worried about you.” You squeeze, fingers warm over her own, eyes full of desperate drive. “I really am worried. The boss has been pretty hard on you lately. Look, I’ll— I’ll go with you, okay? And if it’s useless, then you lose nothing! I don’t want to take any chances...” 

Mirai sighs and fixes you with a resigned look.  

“Alright... If you say so,” she begrudgingly utters. It’s obvious that her accepting the offer is just to please you — or rather, make you shut up. You had that kind of effect in people. Just like Satoru eventually left you be whenever you, once again, refused to take on missions; or maybe the way Shoko stopped calling altogether. 

You smile reassuringly the moment she accepts, and do so once again the moment you find yourselves in front of the Buddhist temple Suguru, ‘the priest’, stays at. The flat, renewed, smooth concrete steps that climb up to the entrance almost seem to gleam under the sun’s white light. And a needle sneaked right in between the rugosities of your brain, prickling right in the memory of Suguru’s complaints about the unkept, cobbled pavements that some temples you’d visited together in missions had. New reminder, perhaps, that whoever took over him after Riko was killed was just some shadow of what he was destined to be, but not someone else entirely. Truth was that a sick sense of jealousy corroded you whenever you thought about it that way... Some girl he’d known for so little, changing all of you, ruining what you had. Ruining what you could’ve been. A dark, unwelcome vine, rotting and dying and desperate to be fed, sliding around the wet walls of your beating, bloody, fleshy engine and squishing hard enough to provoke leakage. Guilt; seeping into your arteries and acting as anesthesia. Emotion, as you bit the inside of the corners of your mouth, pulling at the skin and ripping it., unfeeling, uncaring, when your nervous system strikes back and tries to force you to stop.  

But it’s not the sharp pain that wakes you up, and neither Mirai’s whisper as you stand in an empty room. You didn’t pay much attention to its appearance: three scrolls hanging on a wall caught your eye, though, made the cogs in your brain turn. Death to the fool, punishment to the weak, love to the strong. 

You wondered, ironically chastising yourself at the same time, which one of them you aspired to be. A depraved part of you wished to be all three if it meant having Suguru’s eyes on you once again. If not filled with love, at least sparkling in approval. You were a fool, a desperate woman who could not get over her teenage crush. And if fools deserved the cold embrace of death, you wished it to be a result of Suguru’s hands or whatever they were holding. Whether it was a blade to your chest, a poisoned treat, or his fingers squeezing your throat. “You dumb, useless bitch,” he’d seethe, bruising and mean and oh so mockingly. You’d cry, for sure, if he ever looked at you like that. “You left behind sorcery, like a coward would. How does that make you any better than a monkey, hm?” The world feels light, and he’s real and there and it's his words that ache and not his absence. “Fucking whore. Look at yourself. I should end you here and now, throw your corpse somewhere and never look back.” 

And a sick little zap of excitement made you squirm in place. 

“Are you even listening?!” Mirai whisper-yells, slapping your elbow lightly. “Look, I really appreciate your intentions, but those people outside looked so... weird, and this place is genuinely just giving me the creeps—” 

She goes completely silent as the door behind you slides open. And your breath catches in anticipation. Time slows in the moments that followed. The world was sucked in and twisted by a supermassive blackhole that didn’t accept you there. From inside, mere seconds passed; inside your skull, the three years you knew Suguru played on loop for what seemed five times over. Further stood the almost decade after. The eternity without him. 

“Apologies for my delay,” says a familiar voice in a foreign way. You have not looked back yet and know it’s him already. There’s a deepness, smooth and somehow melodic, to the way his vocal cords make noise. It sounds chilly rather than calming, but the fake warmness that decorates his mannerisms is enough to make your belly flutter. “There were urgent matters I was required for.” 

The wooden clacks of his steps are heard as he walks into the room. He doesn’t focus on you — not yet; he’s tranquil as he lays sideways on the room’s decking, then places his elbow on the rest designed for it. He then looks, and you do so too. A black yukata embraces his body, and a green and yellow kasaya drapes over it. His hair is still long (if not even longer), but the part of if that isn’t tied into the bun he always wore falls down his back; his earrings, too, have remained the exact same (two big black circles; earlobes gauged). His face is, perhaps, what’s changed the most yet stayed eerily similar. His factions more mature in the soft lines they draw under his eyes, those tinted a dark chocolate brown you so vividly remember. They have a teasing, mocking but fascinated glint when they land on yours. You bow your head immediately, playing your coyness off as respect. 

“That’s alright... sir,” answers Mirai, imitating your gesture. “So, uh...” She pauses, anxiously turning to face you in a silent scream for help. 

“So, you have trouble sleeping — even more getting out of bed, you’re constantly tired, you have no energy for any physical activity...” he hums, eyes zeroing in the worm shaped curse that coils around her left leg. It tightens, constricts, and the occasional clacking sound its jaw makes sometimes makes your nose scrunch up. Mirai’s eyes, however, open as wide as plates at the accuracy of his description. “I’m assuming I’m correct, yes?” he grins, wide and Chesire cat-like. 

Mirai gapes at him. “Yes.” 

“Hm, just stay still for a second...” Suguru outstretches his hand, eyes lidded as he focuses on the creature. It screeches and writhes, going as far as to try and bite into Mirai’s thigh. It doesn’t work. It folds on itself and constricts into a ball that resembles a magnified marble, tinted forest green and flashing bronze. 

Your coworker gasps as her back straightens. Her eyes look almost starry when she glances back at you. She’s about to open her mouth, when— 

“And you, I’m afraid...” Suguru looks at you, his eyebrows are pinched in a honeyed, fake concern. “The evil that bites at you is a much more complicated thing. I’m afraid I’m in need of a much more powerful ritual.” 

“Uh,” You blink repeatedly. “I’m, uhm... I didn’t come here for... That’s...” 

Terrible? Or rather... Lucky you, ‘to have realized soon enough’? Mirai’s pupils have been glazed over in concern as she stares, surprised by the sudden turn of events. Suguru’s lips spit some excuse that’s as easy to swallow as a berry dipped in chocolate. The three of you walk to the entrance as she thanks the ‘priest’. You don’t have the heart to mutter encouraging words as she grips your hands and thanks you. 

“I’m telling you. It’s worked! You’ll be alright, okay? It’s nothing, I’m positive. You know how these things are always exaggerated. You’re fine,” she repeats. You smile. Your throat has been tied into a knot, your flesh tingles. She mistakes your paleness as fear of the unknown — it is, rather, fear of confrontation. 

“I’ll see you on Monday” is the best you can come up with. “I’m just happy you’re okay... yeah?” 

Whatever Mirai says next escapes you, and in the blink of an eye the sun is setting (early December’s effect, though you had already come in late anyway) and all you see is her back as she walks down the steps to the bottom of the mountain (you can’t hear them anymore. She looks like a grain of rice with that white coat of hers in the distance). You turn back to Suguru. He’s already looking. There’s an eerie silence as, for some reason you silently curse, no one’s outside anymore. 

And he, under your skittish stare, chuckles. He covers his mouth with a sleeve, elegant in his movement, corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement and pupils glittering in a mix of curiosity and excitement, “I’m surprised you’d set up such a twisted show for a mere excuse... You even went as far as to let your friend over there suffer. I wonder for how long.” 

“She’s not my friend.” 

“Oh?” 

He fixes you with a mocking, brief curl of his lip. You shrink into yourself. 

“She’s my coworker,” you murmur, less bravely. 

“I see you’ve stopped considering everyone you interact with a ‘friend’,” he muses.  

Your nose scrunches up in distaste. You didn’t sense real malice in his teasing, but it still made you feel small and funny to look at. “I guess.” 

He pulls out a sanitizing spray. “Since she’s no ‘friend’, I’m assuming you won’t be offended if I clean myself from... her, then. I don’t want a monkey’s stench on me.” 

“Go right ahead.” 

He even hums a little tune while he uses it on his hands and clothes. Sighing happily as he puts it away, he offers you a beaming smile. “Ah, much better! Now, now. As much as I am delighted to see you again, [Name], I’m also curious about... Well, everything, really. Do you really think you need an excuse to come see me?” 

“...Excuse— uh, excuse me?” 

He pouts slightly, brows quivering in a twinge of genuine, though overplayed, emotion. 

“Well, all these years, no news from you... And suddenly you appear with that coworker of yours, as if you’re not perfectly capable of exorcising that little curse yourself.” 

You swallow. “I’m not an exorcist anymore,” you say, almost embarrassed under the wary façade. “She wanted to try this, try you, and asked me to accompany her,” you lie. 

“Not even a birthday letter, I received from you. Or Christmas postcards. Or a New Years text. I was really sad about it for quite some time, you know?” he continues. “Ah... And even then, you still came back, after so long. Did you assume I’d ignore you? Are you uncomfortable in my presence?” 

‘I was hoping that you wouldn’t,’ you wanted to say. “As I said, Mirai wanted me to come.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Am not,” you huff. “Curses are none of my business anymore.” 

“What about sorcerers? Are they still any of your business?” 

A beat of silence. A rather awkward one. 

“They handle themselves just fine without me.” 

“...I see,” he says, tongue clicking. He sounds disappointed. There was something dancing on the tip of his tongue, but he refrained from continuing. The disappointment finds itself contagious when it curls in your stomach as you realize his words sting. “Say, why don’t you come in for some tea? We should catch up.” 

As tempted as you are to accept, there’s a strange feeling about him. You open your mouth to say no, when he positions himself behind you and gently rests his hands on your shoulders. 

“Come on, [Name]...” he sighed, “I’ve missed you so much. Do you know how embarrassing it was to pull that stunt in front of your friend?” 

“Coworker,” you correct lowly. 

“Your coworker, then” he sighs. “Still... Please? Just for an hour. I’ll take you home right after if you want me to.” 

“I’d rather you stay far, far away from my house.” 

Unsure, you have no time to deny as he pushes you lightly in front of him, making you walk. And honestly, you would’ve ended up accepting anyway (even if you’d never admit it to yourself now that you could blame him), but in his pleading, you found Satoru’s playful pushiness rather than Suguru’s temperance. You didn’t know how to feel about it yet. 

You’d forgotten how persuasive Suguru could be. One cup of tea turned to a finished teapot, and somehow that turned into three glasses of whiskey with a big, nice ice cube. You drink, content with the warmth in your stomach. 

“Isn’t this a sin?” you question when he follows your same action. “Gotta protect the Buddhist façade, oh priest...” 

“Not quite a sin. As long as I don't drink excessively, it should be fine.” He shrugs. “Not that I particularly care, with all due respect... But you know how much I hate hangovers, anyway.” 

You hum. In all honesty, everything about the past hour had been, and still was, quite awkward and weird. You sit on an elegant couch, some feet away from Suguru. There’s a large coffee table in which sit the empty teapot, cups, and a now empty bottle of blue label whiskey. Expensive stuff. You’d prefer the humble company, though. Or would you? 

“So...” he breaks the silence, turning his body towards yours, resting his face on an arm propped up on the back pillow of the couch. “How come you left sorcery?” 

The gulp of whiskey you down feels thicker than maple syrup. Almost chokes you, too. You reply sharply, throat burning, before you can actually think of a response, “I never felt like it was for me anyway.” 

“We both know that’s a lie.” He stares. “You know you’re so much better than some monkey like the one you brought today...” he goes on, apparently disgusted. “You could keep them like pathetic little pets if you so wished.” 

“That’s weird. I’ll pass.” 

“You used to enjoy that,” he muses mockingly. “Being a pet, I mean.” 

The atmosphere was filled with discomfort once again. At least for you. Suguru’s lidded gaze was teasing as he, too, finished his glass. 

“Something the matter?” he asks, nonchalant. Fucking asshole. He gets up and walks towards the alcohol cabinet. “It’s not like I’m making it up.” He sneaks behind you, bottle of strawberry tequila in hand – your favorite.  

“Yeah, well, not anymore... I’m no one’s pet,” you awkwardly cut him off. “I don’t like where this is going.” 

“Going where?” he muses. He’s not keen on addressing the elephant in the room. 

You are not, either. So, you shush and mutter, “Where’s the shot glasses?” 

You knew mixing strong drinks wasn’t a good idea. Being there wasn’t either. Why the hell not? 

So, he chuckles and groans when he gets up once again, grabbing the glasses. 

He reaches over your shoulder to place them on the table, then wraps his arms around your neck, bending so that his breath is on your ear. 

Your world feels fuzzy and your senses are slowed. Though, you’re pretty sure Suguru’s the same. “I’ve missed you, [Name],” he murmurs once more. This time, it feels more real. “And now you’re back... I can’t help wondering if you’ve missed me, too.” 

He nuzzles your neck and his hot breath fans your neck. You’re starting to sweat. “I have,” you sheepishly admit, and feel him grinning against you. 

You fell right into his trap, like he wanted you to. 

“What should we do about that, hm?” he murmurs. He then licks a stripe up your neck, and whispers right into your ear. “I’m not letting you leave again, [Name].” 

You’re not sure you want to leave, either, as his hands start trekking lower and lower, unbuttoning your shirt without resistance and attempting to sneak underneath clumsily. You’re both too drunk to think straight.  

“Please,” you stammer, chest heaving as you finally feel his soft hands on your skin, “please, let me kiss you.” 

“Fuck, love, I want nothing more.” 

He circled around the couch as even in his poor judgment he could tell that jumping over it and potentially cracking his skull on the table was probably not the hottest thing to do. He grabbed your waist once he reached you, and flipped your positions, making you straddle him. You could feel his hard-on pressing on your thigh. 

“You see what you do to me, hm? And you haven’t even touched me yet, sweetheart,” he whispers against your neck kissing down up until your collarbone, where he left a little love-bite. The loud whimper you make embarrassed you. “I’ve missed your precious voice. No one else’s compares, my sweet.” 

You can’t take it anymore and roughly press your mouth against his. His tongue licks your lower lip and slips past, moving along yours sensually. Taking your hips, he makes you grind against him. 

“Ah!” 

“You look so beautiful,” he whimpers. His hair sticks to his forehead and his face is flushed a nice shade of pink. His lidded gaze, both hazed by the drink and the lust, pretty much just looks like heart-eyes. “God, [Name], you don’t know how many times I’ve replayed our tapes, just to feel something...” 

That makes your hips twitch. “You greedy f-fucker,” you huff, pulling on his collar to get a good angle of his neck, “you kept almost all of them. I’ve had to rewatch the same two for years.” You attack right under his jugular, biting to keep the flesh in place and sucking. 

He moans, throwing his head back, and spanks your ass, moving his hands to grab it. “Sorry, babe,” he chuckles, “the camcorder was mine— ngh!” he stops when he feels you grab his dick through his clothes, lifting yourself up from his lap for your arm to fit. 

“What’s wrong, Suguru?” you murmur, biting his earlobe. “Cat got your tongue?” 

“A bitch, more like,” he retorts, letting out a low laugh. One of his hands moved up to your neck, “And here I was, trying to be nice today and give you a warm welcome. Don’t you think I’ve let you play around long enough, hm? Or has our time apart clouded your judgement?” You pant. His hold wasn’t too hard. You maintain eye contact. He wore a smug smirk now, his eyes fiery. When you shake your head no, he snorts. “Use your words, love. I can’t understand you otherwise.” 

“No, sir, I’m sorry,” you utter, submitting immediately. His eyes glint. You gave him what he wanted without resistance. 

“Good girl,” he loosens his grip, “you don’t need to apologize.” He pulls you close again for a wet kiss, biting your lower lip.  “Now take those clothes off for me.” 

You eagerly obey, prying them off carelessly and throwing them off to the floor. As you did so, Suguru began playing with your chest, pinching your nipples playfully, twisting them harshly to make you hiss in pain. As an apology, or maybe because he just felt like it, he took it between his lips, licking it hungrily, nipping once or twice. You shivered in pleasure as he did so, mewling for more. He manhandled you to lie you down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“Why are these still on, hm?” he asked teasingly, tracing his finger around the lining of your panties, snapping the waistband. “Fuck, you’re really wet,” he comments casually as he eyes the darker patch on the fabric, prying your legs apart and resting his cheek on one of your bent knees. “How long has it been since you last got some dick?” 

“None of your business,” you spit. He frowns, and slaps your clit harshly, making you whine. “...A year and a half,” you admit, mortified. 

“See? It wasn’t that hard,” he snickers condescendingly, his fingers playing with your cunt over your panties. 

“Oh... Just fucking take those off.” 

“Be patient, dear.” 

“I’ve been masturbating thinking about you for ten years, I think that’s long enough,” you say, desperate. He smirks, pressing light kisses over your knee and inner thigh. 

“I know, my love. Me too,” he murmurs lovingly, finally pulling off your panties. Toying with your folds, he flicks your clit gently, making you moan. “Why don’t I prepare you for your reward?” 

“Please.” 

He presses a finger in, then a second one. In and out, curling them at the right spot. You’re on cloud nine, one of your hands toying with your breasts, the other gripping his forearm. 

“You’re taking it so well, my dear,” he praises lovingly. “Such a good girl. Keep those legs open for me. Mhm, just like that. So pretty.” 

He speeds up, his palm rubbing your clit just right. Your head spins from the pleasure and the booze. “D-don’t stop, Suguru, ah!” 

“I can feel you tighten up, baby. Are you close, hm? You wanna cum for me?” 

“Y-yes, yes, fuck, please—” 

He chuckles mockingly, and pulls his fingers out. “That’s too bad. You’re only cumming on my cock today.” 

You whimper, staring with lust as he strips naked. His boxers remain, a very visible hardness underneath. You can even see the precum leaking through them. Your nails softly run down his abdomen to the waistband, sending him a pleading look. His look is of approval, so you slowly pull them down. The sight makes you bite your lip to suppress a moan. The body’s as light as the rest of his skin, with some angry veins noticeable; the head is of a light shade of pink, dripping clear precum. It’s bigger than average. Around, maybe, 16cm? Girthy as well. As you stare hungrily, he snorts. 

“You can stop drooling now, love,” he rasps with sarcasm. With a hand, he holds one of your legs apart, gripping tightly the flesh of your thigh. With the other, he begins to pump himself. “You want it inside you, huh?” He mocks as he sees you start to get antsy. 

“I thought you were trying to be nice today,” you complain, clicking your tongue. 

“Changed my mind when you started acting like a cunt.” 

He presses the tip to your folds, collecting your wetness. A silence filled with expectation settles. 

(In)Conveniently, a buzzing sound came from the pocket of your jeans, awakening you from the drunken trance. You groan. 

[Three missed calls from: ‘Kikiii<3’] 

“Just ignore it,” Suguru sighs when he sees you unlock the screen. 

Kikiii<3: bitch where u at?????? 

Kikiii<3: ur weirdo rich hot friend jst showed up 

Kikiii<3: and wants to talk to u like....... rn 

“Who is it anyway?” Geto asks impatiently, staring at you as you frown at the screen. 

“My roommate,” you mumble out, feeling yourself slowed down due to the drinks. 

And, as for the friend... The one and only Satoru Gojo. Fuck. Oh, fuck, shit, fuck. 

“Uh–” Suddenly, you’re hyperaware of the situation you’re in. Suguru’s dick about to enter you, his hands holding your hips. An impending doom, hung above your head like a ticking grandfather clock, getting close to the song at midnight. Once it sounds, you’d be back at the start of a new day, a new grief — and it was sure to be hellish. You push his arms off, sobered up. “I’m sorry, this is so sudden. I have to go.” 

“What’s wrong, my sweet?” he hums as you stand up, clearly slow and still on the piss. “Are you alright? Did something happen?” 

“It’s, uhm...” Your head spins as you put your underwear back on in a rush and hop to put your pants. “Nothing to worry about, I just have to leave.” 

“What...?” he scoffs, confused. He, too, slowly begins to dress up. Messily. 

Kikiii<3: FFS DONT LEAVE ME ON SEEN HES LIKE SCARY MAD NOW 

Kikiii<3: ur ruining my chances w him hes just staring at me..... ominously......... 

Kikiii<3: what if he thinks im ugly:( 

You: no he doenst .tell him to come pick me uu if hes o worried 

Kikiii<3: uhhhh [nickname] r u drunk 

You: maybe :3ccc 

You: jst tell him to  come 

Kikiii<3: girl istg T_T ts so awkward i will kms in front of u 

You: [location in real time] 

“It was nice seeing you,” you hiccup, doing your best to stop your mind from swirling as you button your shirt. “Will probably be the last time. I don’t think this is healthy for either of us,” you stumble, grabbing your purse and your jacket with one arm, holding the shirt’s collar shut with your free hand. 

He frowns and straightens, taking two menacing steps. The air stills. 

“Last time?” he smirks. “Don’t lie to yourself like that... You know you want more. You’ll be back here sooner than later, dear.” 

As you walk away, he follows. Steps echoing in the long hallways of the building, dim city lights seep through the windows and guide your way. He speaks, if anything calmly, calling you – demanding you to turn around. To talk to him. Saying your name, so sweetly – calling you by the dumb nicknames he used to. Never an idiot as much as a love fool, you identified a certain passive aggressiveness in his tone. One that proved to be dangerous, leaning on threatening. 

He, however, did not attack. God bless Ballantine's. Nor did he chase you once you finally reached the concrete stairs leading down the hill. You turn one last time. He rests his body lazily on one of the pillars, gaze pinned on your figure, lustful and sleepy. He had always been a lightweight, quiet and horny when he was on the piss. You swear he stared right at your ass the whole time you walked downstairs. 

(He had a wolfish grin on his face, too, as he licked his lips and dragged himself back inside.) 

Sat at the last step, you stared right at the floor for what seemed like an eternity. Visiting Suguru felt like relapsing — because it was, probably. You now felt ridiculous for huffing at Shoko when she didn’t quit smoking when you did, as she had agreed to. You hadn’t talked to her in a while. You missed her.  

A thought flashed you when you saw (one of) Gojo’s (many) black, luxurious car(s) slowly pull up. The Six Eyes. He’d probably seen everything. How to look at him now? Your phone buzzed with Keiko’s messages, full of concern. 

You: its all good. gojos here. idk if ill sleep at home today. ily bye 

Kikiii<3: WILL U STOP PLAYING NONCHALANT IM WORRIED SICK 

You: sybau 

You: ill tell u when i see u 

Kikiii<3: damn ok u fuckin cunt (pls b safe ilysm) 

You didn’t bother replying. The car door shut with force, and now there was a very angry, very scary Satoru frowning down at you. His breath was loud. He was visibly trying to relax. Two fragments of sky stared at you from beneath his sunglasses. 

“...Hi, ‘Toru...” you greet sheepishly, hunched over and unable to look him in the eye. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he spits. “Are you a toddler? Do I have to check on you every three days so you don’t pull moronic stunts like this, huh?” 

Your lip begins to tremble. Nothing hurt more than your best friend’s disappointment. He’s visibly shook. He sounds hurt, too. Gojo’s a cheery guy, almost childish at times. He rarely snapped. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You’re— Ugh...” He rubs his temples. A hand of his pulls his hair back. You don’t miss the way he mouths an insult under his breath. “Just get in the car. You won’t fucking guess what.” 

He helps you stand up when he sees your legs shake. It's cold outside and you still wore work clothes, thin jacket rendered useless. “C’mere,” he mutters, gently pulling you up. You step arrhythmically, shoes loudly clanking. His were lighter as he steadies the pace. He opens the passenger seat’s door, sits you down, and puts on your seatbelt. Not ten seconds after, he’s behind the steering wheel. 

“Can I sleep at your place today?” you asked, breaking the silence. The engine replies before him. 

“It’ll be for the best,” he says, ominously. His mouth opens, just to sigh shut. “[Name], you couldn’t have picked a worst fucking day if you tried.” 

In order to be safe, tall structures such as skyscrapers or rollercoasters need to be flexible. Wobble when strong winds hit them, stay flexible so they can alleviate wind pressure, avoiding crumbling down, and ensure they don’t snap under force. In a way, you believed sorcery was the same. It’s a wild world. Corrupt, strange, full of resentments that more often than not lasted centuries. But it remained a secret, an archaic force that has not yet turned completely despotic in nature. That does not, however, mean that some stop trying to break that thin, weak twig that can make everything topple over. People don’t count on the younger branches being the hardest to rip, though. They hold on to the trunk, green and bleeding (or perhaps crying?) underneath the fresh bark. While some are rotten and tired, as sturdy or high up as they may look at first, it’s the apparently feeble ones that hold on to their loyalties with claws and fangs. 

The ride was silent and frankly, awkward. He'd dropped the bomb and now was letting you process it — make sure your ears didn’t ring from the explosion so you could listen to his next words. Once again, it seemed that whatever conclusion you may have attempted to finally reach would never come. Closure used to be a rock you had to fetch, but the years you spent eroding memories from replaying them had eventually turned it into thin grains of sand you couldn’t quite keep in your palms. 

“Suguru has declared war and he’s launching an attack on Christmas,” you repeat, lips dry. Satoru’s eyes are focused on the road. You know damn well he could stare straight at you and still see where he’s going. Goes to show he can’t even look at you. “Today? Why... Like, what triggered it? I’m... this is—” 

“...I’ll tell you more about it at home.” His head tilts towards your lap. Your lap? You look down. Your phone sits there, a couple more concerned messages from Keiko were the only notifications that you had received. 

You didn’t have to overthink it. He was obviously implying that someone may have access to your phone, and therefore your mic. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You were aware that most higher-ups (or ‘stuck up senile fucks’, as Satoru often called them in private) didn’t really agree with your friend’s... orthodox methods. Still. As far as to spy on him? 

You just hum in affirmation. 

“Satoru...” 

“Yeah?” 

“I wanna throw up.” 

You can see his eye twitch under his sunglasses. 

It wasn’t long before you arrived at his house. Nowadays he often stayed in the room assigned to him in the school, but his massive fucking mansion didn’t just vanish. There you were, knelt before the toilet in one of the (at the very least) four bathrooms in his house. You puked. It was basically crystal clear, since it was mostly alcohol. Satoru stroked your back with care. As much as the sight wasn’t a nice one, there wouldn’t be much of a difference even if he stayed outside the room. He oftentimes swore you were the only person in the world that often significantly annoys him, yet he still loves. 

“[Name], did you even have dinner beforehand?” he asks between one of your breaks. Your head spins again, ethanol doing its silly little magic. You manage to shake your head no, and he sighs. “That’s fine. I’ll just order some.” 

“M-my wallet—” You suppress a gag. “It’s in my purse.” 

“My treat. You just, uh... you keep going, yeah?” He pats your back encouragingly, awkwardly choosing his words. He never knew how to act around people that weren’t sober. 

“Remember that time when we got drunk and you accidentally sent three cars flying?” you giggle dumbly, then immediately regret it when you retch. 

“You keep going, I said,” he huffs, embarrassed about it still. That was the first and only time he tried alcohol. He made you swear to never tell.  

You throw up again, tilting over the edge of the WC. Satoru’s careful hands peel your hair out of your sweaty face, softly rubbing your back still. 

“I-I think I’m done,” you sentence after some seconds of silence. You straighten your back. He silently hands you a glass of sink water that you tiredly gulp down.  

“You sure you’re good?” he checks. You nod. “Alright, let’s go sit on the couch.” 

He ordered some food at your favorite restaurant while you washed your face and changed to comfier clothes. You intentionally left your phone on his bedside table. Satoru soon follows and leaves it there as well, locking the master bedroom’s door as you both sit on the couch. 

Still somewhat dizzy, you sat up. You wore the same old clothes you’d left there over the years. 

“It’s been a while since I last stayed here,” you mutter thoughtfully. He nods. There’s a veil of melancholy that drapes over the both of you.  

Usually, people refer to warm blankets as comfortable, but when summer burns your back, comfort is brought by a chilly embrace. Perhaps that’s why neither of you had chosen to really get over what happened. Something about staying sad felt like a nice breeze under the scorching sun. 

In all honesty, though, you prefer to know that some things had gotten better. For the seven months after Suguru left, you cried. Either hidden away in bathrooms (sometimes the school’s ones), or hidden away in Satoru’s guest room. He used to stroke your hair with a distant look in his eyes. As much as you sobbed or sniffled, he remained completely still. As much as you loved 'Toru, you weren’t sure if a Gojo’s heart was big enough to shed tears. You for sure knew that Satoru’s brain wasn’t able to fathom the thought. He could dissociate, keep quiet, pop a headache that lasted days — but since the day he was born, Satoru knew (or rather, had been made aware) that his eyes only served one purpose: to see. See far beyond what any other human, sorcerer or not, could imagine. His beautiful blue irises never got enough rest to afford some tears. The six eyes user couldn’t cry. 

He seemed distant once more, deep in thought. Not in the rattling way, like he’d been all those years ago, but rather deep in thought. As if... considering his trust in you. 

“I’m sorry for going there,” you mumble, unsettled by his silence. “It was so stupid.” 

“Stupid doesn’t even cut it, [Name],” he sighs. He hastily takes off his sunglasses and leaves them on the table. He hunches over, elbows on his knees, and groans into his hands, which rub his face and temples. “You think I haven’t been tempted to pull the same stunt? I didn’t, though. You could’ve resisted it too if you stopped pitying yourself so much. And lo and behold, you go right back to him like an idiot because you want to get dicked down. It’s unbelievable. I didn’t question your choice to leave sorcery,” (Lies. He had. Numerous times, even,) “but this is not just about curses anymore. Suguru is about to commit mass murder if we do nothing.” 

You keep quiet as he scolds you. AS shameful as it is, there’s nothing to say — you know he’s right. With a sigh, curling up, you hug your knees and look at him. “So, what’s everyone planning to do?” 

“Half of us will stay in Shinjuku, the others will stand guard in Kyoto.” 

“That’s awfully simple.” 

“Aren’t you a smart cookie?” he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “We know nothing else, other than what he told us.” 

“Mmh. Guess that’s your best chance...” 

He frowns under his blindfold. You can tell by the faint crease over where his brow must be. 

“Your?” 

“Huh?” 

“You won’t help?” he says with an accusatory tone. 

“Uh...” You inevitably look down. Being called out was always embarrassing. 

“Suguru wants to commit mass murder, and you still assume it’s none of your business? What the fuck’s wrong with you?!” he snaps. “For the love of—” he groans, and hunches over, hands covering his face, fingers combing through his hair as he straightens once again. “This is fucking it, [Name].” 

“It, what?” you frown. “I think I made my decision clear, like over a decade ago. I’m not a sorcerer.” 

“But you are. Only sorcery can stop him, and we are short-staffed. You know what that means? Civilians, dead and buried. Dozens, if not hundreds. Defenseless. Mauled. Possessed. Disemboweled. How selfish can you be?!” 

Satoru was an independent man. He let you be, in his own way. As much as he was persistent, he wasn’t necessarily pedantic. Now, though, he glared at you, his back straightened and shoulders stiff. And he wasn’t wrong. How selfish can you be? How lazy? To be able to convince yourself it’s not your business? 

“So, you want me to fight?” you sighed. He stared, silent, as the cogs in his brain stopped and clicked, the light bulb turning on. 

“Actually... There’s something you could do.” 

The morning after, your head felt like someone had drilled a hole through your eye socket right into your skull. Hungover and weak, and lacking any sort of motivation, you sat in silence as Satoru’s car parked at the bottom of the hill. A long, snaky set of stairs lead to the top, torii gates preceding the ascension.  

“I bet most are already there,” Satoru said, breaking the ice once you both stepped out of the vehicle. A beeping sound came from it once he finally shut the engine off. “As always, expect it to be a fucking bore.” 

After ten minutes of walking upstairs in silence, and some more of you anxiously staring at the building, Gojo eventually slid open the door to the room where the attendees sat. They turned their heads, unimpressed by his tardiness, but froze upon the sight of you. 

“Sorry for being late,” Satoru smirked, “I wasn’t on my own, so blame them.” 

He briefly turned to you, softening the corners of his mouth into an encouraging smile. 

“Hi... It’s been a while,” you muttered, feeling small under their stares. Wordlessly, Nanami pulls a chair next to him so you can sit. The scraping against the floor sounds like a screech. “Thanks,” you sit. He makes a reassuring hum, but doesn’t smile. 

The meeting was nothing short of awkward. No one was sure about what you guys were supposed to do — you went in circles: was there a chance to sabotage the plan? If so, how? Could Suguru boycott yours? Would he? What intel did you have on him? Eventually, Utahime slumped forward, head on her hands. 

“I think I have an idea on how to gather more information,” Satoru says. “That’s why I brought [Name] in the first place.” 

“Jeez, what are you implyi—?” 

“I’m not implying anything. I think we should send them to pretend to be on Geto’s side,” he spat. A long pause. 

“Okay,” Mei Mei stated, resting her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands. “How would that even work? He must assume [Nickname] hasn’t cut all ties with us… For all he knows, they’re just another sorcerer. Some sort of puppy love that ended almost a decade ago won’t cloud his judgement.” 

You clear your throat. “So, yeah, about that... I, uh, may have paid him a visit yesterday.” 

Shoko, who was quietly listening in, suddenly coughed in shock. 

“WHAT?!” Utahime sits up like a light bolt, slamming her palms on the table. Ijichi flinches, and Yaga makes a sound that sounds like a sigh, a whine, and a groan, all at once. “YOU DID WHAT?!” 

“I-I didn’t know what he was up to!” you stammer. The room was tense, formalities broken, and Satoru sat in front of you, arms crossed and leaned back in a relaxed way. He wasn’t speaking up. ‘Defend yourself’ was written all over his face (at least in the subtle frown he wore... You couldn’t really see his eyes). “So, uh, I saw an ad for some weird Buddhist cult, and his photo was printed on it, and, uh, you know… I… I got curious...” 

“So that’s how he’s been gathering curses this whole time?” Mei Mei places a hand under her chin. “Smart move. No wonder he’s managed to keep a low profile... And made a living for so long.” 

Nanami sighs, “What’s done it’s done. Let’s just focus on how to move forward,” he interrupts. It’s rather cold, but you can tell he’s just trying to cut you some slack. “Is he expecting to see you again?” 

‘You know you want more.’ You hear inside your head. 

“I… guess so? He seemed like it, yeah. I did tell him to piss off before I left, though, so—” 

“I mean, you went right back to him after such a long time. It won’t surprise him if you show up there again,” Shoko states, aloof. It’s her own unique way of basically saying that what you did was pathetic. 

“Ieiri’s right,” Yaga sentences. “Your actions are questionable, to say the least... All we can do now is try to turn them around in our favor.” 

At six o’clock sharp, you stood firmly where you were the day before. Anxiety gnawed at you. You’d begged Satoru to keep an eye out for Keiko — probably the most consistent bond in your life as it is, as sad as it may sound, and also the most vulnerable if Suguru goes off the rails. Gojo, clearly not too happy, had accepted in the end. 

You kept your best poker face as the lady in front of you gave you a once over. “[Name] [Last name]?” she asked. You nodded, about to give her a response, “Master Geto told me to expect you. Come with me.” 

She looked stunning in her purple dress, and her words only made you feel more self-conscious. You didn’t even look formal — you'd grabbed some jeans and a wooly jumper and focused the rest of your energy on praying the whole time you were getting to your destination. Her judgmental side eye as you walked quietly behind her was more than reasonable, or so you thought. Not even twenty-four hours earlier, you’d stormed off hastily, promising to never come back. Maybe you should’ve grabbed a clown wig as an accessory. 

The woman paused her walking before an oddly modest wooden door to some room and knocked. After a brief pause, she solemnly opened the door. “Master Geto—” 

“What now, Manami?” Suguru’s hunched figure groaned, as he sat before a desk. “I can't believe I still have to go through all this paperwork... Monkey bullshit, all of it.” 

“[Name]’s here.” 

His back suddenly straightened, and he turned in disbelief. When your gazes clashed and you pried yours away, a big, mocking grin made its way towards his lips. “Wow... new record, sweetheart.” 

“...I’ll leave you two alone,” Manami utters awkwardly, walking backwards to shut the door again. She was gone before you could thank her. 

Suguru hums as he turns his chair. This seemed to be his room. Large, king-sized bed, even larger window, desk, comfy chair, built-in wardrobe... The place wasn’t as absurdly huge as you had expected Suguru’s bedroom to be. It wasn’t small by any means, either, but as elegant as it looked, it still had some coziness to it. Nice surprise coming from him.  

You expect him to start the conversation. However, he doesn’t speak. He sits smugly, manspreading, elbow placed on the chair’s armrest, head tilted sideways as he stares intently. 

“...Uh, good evening,” is all you manage to muster. “Why was that lady expecting me?” 

“I already told you. I knew you’d be back,” he scoffs, grin on his face. You can’t decide whether to smack it off or kiss it away. “Even then, I must say you’ve exceeded my expectations. I thought it’d be at least three or four days... You really haven’t changed.” 

You shrug awkwardly. “I can leave if you want...” 

“No. Stay right there.” His brows furrow, and a cold stare pins you down. As you involuntarily step back, he seems to relax, and his voice softens. “Please. We can dine together. My treat?” 

“...Fine.” 

He grins mischievously, “Good, ‘cause we already have a reservation! I told Manami to call the restaurant as soon as you arrived.” 

Cunning asshole... You can’t help the smile that blossoms on your face. He hasn’t changed that much. 

“Is it a fancy place? I have nothing to wear.” 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, dear. I already picked out something for you to wear.” He hums. You couldn't tell if he was being loving or condescending. 

“Listen, I... I wanna apologize for yesterday.” You scratch your neck. “Uhm, stuff happened, but I shouldn’t have left so suddenly.” 

His look pierces you, as calm as his composure is. He reads you like a book, and knowing you won’t say nothing more, he sighs. 

“It’s fine. I’m not mad.” He steps closer to you, and envelopes you in a warm embrace. One you gladly return. “You don’t know how much I’ve been yearning for you this entire time, [Name]. I know... I know I was the one who left, and I’m sorry. I didn’t even give you a chance, or a real explanation. I swear I’ll answer any of your questions tonight.” 

You take a breath in, smelling his clothes. Not even his scent had changed. Clean, soapy, always with a bit of a sandalwood hint. 

“Tonight? At dinner you mean?” you muster, putty in his hold. His chest vibrates with a low ‘mhm’. “Why not now?” 

He lets out a low chuckle, “Because now that we’re alone, sweetie...” his hands run down your body, settling on your waist. You slowly pull a bit away from him, as his stare turns hungry, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. The atmosphere takes a very drastic turn. “While I do have a client in around an hour, I thought we could finish what we started yesterday.” 

It’s like a switch has been turned on. Well, scratch that. You’re turned on now. That’s kind of pathetic. What is this, Pavlov’s bell? His touch means ‘get wet’? Well, shit. It works. Why do your thoughts rush so much? Are you really gonna get shy at this very moment? You were this close to having sex yesterday! Well, the alcohol did some numbers on you, but he clearly didn’t regret a thing and, well, truth be told, you could say the same. 

It wasn’t long before he made you kneel before him, saying he deserved a proper apology. You’d clicked your tongue, but obeyed anyway, taking him in your hand and slowly pumping him once. He was already hard in your grasp, and your hand motion pulled back his foreskin, which revealed an already leaking tip. His hand caressed your cheek, thumb pressing against your lower lip. When you silently took his finger into your mouth, he smiled smugly, pleased. It makes a popping sound when he pulls it out. 

“Are you going to be nice today?” you tease. 

“Who said you could talk?” he chastises, clicking his tongue. “Be a dear and open up for me. Just like that...” 

He grabs you by the hair gently, never one to tug on it. He places his tip near your lips, looking at you right in the eye, smug. He always did this, waiting for you to act like a dog with a bone and reach for his cock yourself. It was just another game to him, to relish in the position of power. Supporting yourself by gripping his thigh, you follow his lead and lick a stripe up his dick, from the base to the tip. He guides your head so that you take him all at once, and a pornographic moan of your name emerges from his throat. It’s good motivation, you think, pushing yourself further so he hits the back of your throat. Failing to suppress your gag reflex, you cough once as he slowly moves your head back a bit. Fuck, it’s been a while since your last blowjob. 

“I’m alright, Suguru,” you utter. “Don’t tell me you’ve softened up...” 

He chuckles, taking up on your challenge, his hold on your hair firmer, “Never.” 

His eyes crinkle with a satisfied smile when he forces you down his cock in one go. You whine around it, tears on the corners of your eyes, not once breaking eye contact. “Such a pretty fucking whore. Is this where you belong? Hm?” he purrs. You let him guide your head up and down his shaft, timing your breaths so you don’t choke again. “Ah...! I asked you a question, love. Or is your mouth too full to answer?” he taunts. 

It’s not long before he’s fucking your face passionately, hips twitching, balls hitting your chin, your nose right below his navel. And he whines. No growling or grunting like some others who repress themselves. Suguru was always noisy in bed, both vocally and in his rough but meticulous ways. You prayed that no one came near the door to hear you two. 

He pulls out suddenly. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I was getting close,” he responds simply, tugging on your arm to get you to stand up. Leaving a wet kiss on your lips, making sure to nip at your lower lip, he mutters a “Take your clothes off, will you?” as he completely removes his yukata, folding it as neatly as he can and leaving it on his desk. 

He admires from the bed, sitting in a manspread and pulled-down boxers as your hastily throw your t-shirt over your head and jump out of your jeans (to which he giggles a bit. Cock rock hard twitching when you roughly undo the clasp of your bra, he makes sure to slowly fist it, as if he could possibly lose his erection with such a wonderful sight in front of him. He taps his thigh twice, and you obediently straddle it. “Should I take my panties off?” you ask. “I fucking hate the word panties. It sounds so unserious.” 

He snorts. “Yeah, go ahead and take those ‘panties’ off.” 

“Piss off,” you huff at his mocking tone. He just smirks and watches you discard the last piece of clothing you had left. 

“You know what I want you to do. Right, sweetheart?” He takes your arm and pulls you back to your place on his thigh. You’re skin to skin now. He leaves quick pecks on your neck. “C’mon. Ride my thigh.” 

You move your hips a bit, wetness squelching underneath you. “Suguru...” you murmur. Your hands are on your shoulders, and so is your head, face nuzzled on the crook of his neck. He takes one of your hands and places it on his dick. “Motherfucker, making me do all the work,” you click your tongue. 

“Watch your mouth, darling,” he warns softly, “or there won’t be any work for you to do.” 

“S’that a threat?” you question. “You want this as much as I do.” 

“Clearly, I have more restraint,” he says. He’s mean without violence. He’s poison without sting. He’s taking your hip and gripping tight. “Who said you could stop? Get a move on or you won’t get fucked at all.” 

You whimper, moving faster. You can feel your wetness pooling beneath you, staining Suguru’s boxers. Your hand fists his cock, and you take the liberty to bite his shoulder gently. He hums in pleasure, slapping your ass once. 

“Good girl,” he praises. “You want it inside, don’t you? I can feel your clit throbbing. You’re so wet... Filthy slut. Bet you’re enjoying this. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” 

“A-am not,” you whine. “Fuck, Suguru, please—” 

“Stop using my name,” he grunts. He’s slick as well, your hand easily pumping up and down as he continuously leaked precum. “That’s not how you call me.” 

“...Sir,” you moan. “Sir, please take me already.” 

He flips you over in the blink of an eye, manhandling you on all fours, a hand restraining both of yours behind your back, the other pinning your neck down. You look up at him pleadingly through messy strands of hair over your eyes. Freeing your neck, he brushes them away from your face. 

“You’re still on birth control, aren’t you?” he asks. “I kind of forgot to ask yesterday.” 

“Yeah, I am. Just put it i— Oh!” the stretch makes you hiss. He waits for a few seconds until you relax again. He slowly but surely keeps going. “A-ah! Sir!” 

“Almost there, sweetheart— You’re tight, shit—” 

When he’s finally all the way in, you both sigh out in pain and pleasure. He gives you some seconds to relax before he starts moving, letting out some moans of your name as he did so. His pace hurried and you bit the pillow, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He grabs a handful of your ass and fondles with it for a bit, before changing his course of action and lowering it to your sensitive clit instead. You left a loud gasp as he began rubbing it. 

“[Name], ah—” he lets out. “You’re squeezing me so tight, you whore,” he spat. “Dirty bitch.” 

Your voice is strained. “I’m yours, Sir, I-I'm all yours.” 

“That, you are,” he chuckles darkly, spanking you once as he speeds up his pace, thrusting harder into you. “You’ll always be. Mine to use. Mine to break.” 

He rubs your clit faster, relishing in your pretty noises. “M’close. S-sir, please.” 

“Awh, do you wanna get there, yeah?” he snickers. “You’re so pathetic. I’d be disgusted if I didn’t like you so much.” He speeds up his pace even more, letting go of your wrists to grab your waist, left hand still between your legs. “Beg for it, slut.” 

“Please, Sir, please... I’m s-so close! Please!” 

He whines loudly, and you feel his pace start to become irregular. “So am I, love,” he lets out. “Fuck, I missed being inside you,” he huffs. “Where do you want it?” 

“Inside,” you plead. He twitches. 

“Ah, yeah? Want my load inside you? Is this your kink coming back again, hm?” You nod furiously, not bothering to bite down on the pillow anymore as you scream ‘yes’ over and over. “Cum for me, pretty girl.” 

The coil inside you snaps as you cream all over him, moaning his name loudly. He follows some seconds later, thrusting one last time as he fills you up. 

For some seconds, there’s a deafening silence. He doesn’t waste a second as he slowly pulls out and fetches a towel. He massages your sore thighs as you lay there in silence, blissed. 

“While I’d love to stay,” he utters, cleaning you thoroughly. “I must go soon.” 

You give him a disappointed look, and he bends to give your cheek a soft kiss. 

“Whatever,” you murmur. 

“I’ll make it up to you tonight. All of it. I promise. I’ll pick you up at nine.” 

Sooner rather than later, you’re fully dressed and walking down the stairs of the temple, legs still a bit shaky. Suguru’s assistant had handed you a carefully wrapped package, which you assumed to be a dress. “For tonight. Master Geto picked it out himself.” 

“...Cool.” 

She’d blinked at you. It was so awkward. But even more awkward would be to explain everything to Keiko in non-sorcerer terms. And as you walked home, bag in your hand, lost in thought, you gulped at a sudden realization. 

...How could he be so sure of where to go get you, if you’d never told Suguru where you lived? 

i will burn in hell. :3