#and easy to slide further down

[fipindustries]

️‍🔥 Social Class

i think poor people are evil because money is the one single measure of moral and ethical worth in a person.

[tonycries]

WAP!

Synopsis. How was he expected to not lose control the first time he goes in raw?

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mating press, jealousy (Nanami’s side), improper use of Gojo’s technique, true form! Sukuna, dp, praise, creampíe, spítting, really REALLY needy pússydrunk boys, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.6k (whoops)

A/N. Got a bit carried away but oh well hehehe.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “A-another?”

Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never sounds unsure, he never lets that deep baritone voice of his break so pathetically at the end of his sentence. 

Except for now, that is.

With you folded into such a mean mating press, spreading your shaky legs to flash him that heavenly view. As if that wasn’t enough to have Toji’s head spinning already, you give him a hazy, determined nod, “Another.”

Another. Oh, it’s all he can do to hold back a guttural groan when thumbing apart your puffy folds, eyeing the way you were clenching up at him eagerly.

“Another, huh?” Toji echoes, his free hand coming up to slide back that thin layer of plastic on his swollen cock. Slow. Torturously slow. Hissing at the cool air kissing his aching length, “Then-” He glides his leaky tip across your glossy entrance, smirking at the way you arch into it like such a slut. “-this pretty cunt better actually give me another kid, doll.”

And then Toji’s pushing in - slow, ruthless little pistons of his hips that have you scrambling further and further up the mattress. Veins pulsing against your plushy walls in a feverish thump! thump! thump! 

Of course, he wasn’t faring any better. 

“O-oh.” Toji throws his head back, brows scrunching at the feeling of your sweet sweet cunt. “So this is- fuck- what ya feel like, hm? Hold on- wait- wanna test something-” 

“Ngh! Oh-” you squeal when two thick fingers dip down to toy with your throbbing clit, bucking your hips up in a way that has Toji sinking in deeper. Blinking away the shocked tears behind your lids, “T-Toji– don’t be mean.”

But you doubted he could hear you - fuck, you doubted Toji was even breathing at this point. Because his eyes were widened, jaw dagging open ever-so-slightly to moan, “Fuck- oh my god- ya squeeze me ngh- even tighter without that fucking condom.”

And he’s so fucking awe-struck - and you’re being fucked so dumb - that you don’t even realize it when he’s bottoming out. Still pushing in, trying to squeeze even deeper into your gummy walls. 

“F-fuck can’t believe you’ve been holdin’ out.” he spits, sounding so genuinely bewildered, pulling your hips back messily to meet his. Heavy balls smacking you with each rough, depraved thrust inside. “Ohhh m’never letting ya hold out on me again, doll.”

Your nails leave angry, red marks down, down, down his sculpted back. Glassy eyes begging - pleading for any once of mercy for the monster you’ve brought on. “N-never?”

He gives your ravaged clit a light smack! with the pads of his fingers - both a little punishment and a sneaky little way to feel you clamp down on his thick cock in surprise again. Huffing out a low laugh, “Yeahhh you’re not getting off easy. Never.” And, usually, Toji was so suave, so infuriatingly in control - but right now he’s running his mouth as sloppily as his hips. Panting into your open mouth, “Gonna hafta let me f-feel this cute pussy all the fuckin’ time now. Gonna hafta let me breed her.”

And shit it wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough. 

In a split second, Toji falls back onto his knees, pulling you upright to splay out so prettily on his lap. The change in position pushing him in deeper and deeper and-

“That’s what I hah- like to see-” One hand squishes your cheeks together and forces you to look down at the way your poor pussy was bulging and struggling around Toji’s cock. So so angry and drenched with all your syrupy sweet juices, glistening all the way down to his twitching balls. “Ya look so much oh- shit- better drooling all over me and not some condom, doll.” Toji’s sharp teeth graze your ear, abs rippling underneath your touch as fucks up into you so animalistically. So ferally. Sharp, long jabs of his hips, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over. “N’ even better when she’s ngh- painted white, right?”

The only response you’re stupidly giving him are a handful of teary whimpers, thighs burning with the wet smack of skin on skin. 

And the way you’re bucking down pathetically to meet his ruthless cadence, but you don’t  even realize that until Toji lets out a strangled groan. “Heh, ya like that?”

“Mhm.” you whine. “L-like it so- much- like feeling you like this- ah-”

He’s pulling you into a messy kiss - if it can even be called that, just a lazy, messy drag of his lips and that scar against your lolling open mouth, “Tha’s my girl. Ya like feeling me raw, hm?” Each word nudges his fat head against your bruised g-spot in a way that has Toji so drunk, so high off you and that pretty cunt. Twiddling a thumb on your sensitive nub. Over and over and over. “Ya like the ohh- fuck- idea of giving me another? Making Megs a big brother?”

“Yes! Fuck yes yes yes I-”

Toji doesn’t hear the rest of your sentence - nor does he really give a shit. Not when your cute cunt is squeezing around him so fucking tight that it was almost hard to ram his cock inside. 

Milking the fucking soul out of him as you cum, a broken little ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth when with a couple, sloppy thrusts Toji can’t help but paint your pussy a sinful white. Thick, hot ropes of his seed that slosh inside your gummy walls - cumming and cumming so much that he feels it drip out your slit.

Meshing together in a lewd combination at the soaked base of his still-rock hard cock, one that makes Toji keen gruffly. Pooling his seed on the pads of his fingers, he bullies them back into your still-stuffed hole, “So…are we sure it took?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Right here right now

Everyone knows Nanami Kento as a patient man - a sensible one. The one person at the office they could trust with anything and everything.

Only you knew Nanami Kento as the type of man to just drag you into the break room in the middle of the work day, spitting out a barely-there excuse about “a meeting” to the rest of your confused coworkers. When in reality he was shoving you near the nearest flat surface and bunching your cute skirt up at your hips. 

“Ken- what-” you sputter in a daze, blinking up at the panting man above you. “What happened?”

The only answer you’re getting is the clink-clink-clink of Nanami’s belt unbuckling, stray strands of blond sticking to his furrowed forehead as he takes in your slutty position. 

Scoffing, “Can you at least tell me what-”

Your words die in your throat at the feeling of something so warm and rock-hard making a mess of you down below. And - sure enough - you’re met with the sight of Nanami’s fingers nudging apart your flimsy panties - just enough for his fat head to kiss against your puffy folds. Sending a fresh wave of your slick coating his hand once more. 

“Don’t have a condom.” he speaks to you properly for the first time since coming in here, gruff and strained against your ear. “Guess we’ll hafta make do, darling.”

Fuck, you’ve never gone without a condom with your boyfriend before - but now that you’ve felt the sensation of his deep slit rubbing against your hole, the dip of his veins tracing against your walls, well, shit you think you might just be addicted. 

Nanami isn’t too far behind - because he lets out a deep groan. “O-oh. Fuck, remind me to do this more often.” Chest heaving as he pulls out ever-so-slightly, only to run a fist down his length, smearing your syrupy sweet juices in a glossy sheen along his cock. “Who said you can feel this haah- fucking good, my love? This all f’me?”

It’s only with this that you’re realizing that he still hasn’t explained yet. 

Reaching out a hand to pull on Nanami’s favorite yellow tie, you bring his face mere millimeters from yours. Breathing out, “E-explain or m’walking out.” 

You wouldn’t - you knew that. And Nanami did too, but that didn’t stop that greedy part of himself from stilling inside your puffy folds, having you struggling and clenching with the effort to take in his girth. 

“Jus’ wanted to hah- feel you. To really feel you.” he’s nosing up your racing pulse. Strong hands pushing your legs so far apart on the table that it burned. “To actually prove to this cute pussy that she’s mine. S’that s-so wrong?” He’s fucking you like he wants to prove a point - in long, purposeful strokes that roam for your g-spot. Gritting out, “Especially when you’re so warm. So heavenly. N’ some people here can’t take a hint.”

Ah, so that’s what it was all about - that new intern at the office who seemed particularly attached to you lately. Enough so that it had Nanami acting like this - not that you were complaining, obviously. 

No sooner is the realization hitting you that Nanami’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Hard.

A large hand hastily covers your mouth as soon as it sags open. Only growing more and more desperate when Nanami starts up a quick tempo. Hitting it over and over and over- “Shhh shhh, darling.” he groans, fucking you deeper and deeper into the table. “I know it’s good. Ngh- oh my god you feel fucking perfect- But we wouldn’t want ‘em to hear, right? Though-” And then he’s flashing such an uncharacteristically smug smile, gaze just devouring you through his long lashes. “-wouldn’t mind ‘em knowing that you’re mine.”

And it seems like he was torn between forming coherent thoughts and just rambling about how sinfully good you felt. 

“K-Ken-”

But Nanami wasn’t done - far from it, in fact. He was running his mouth, words slurring and stumbling with each jolt of his hips forward. 

“Shh, let me do all the work, darling.” Drawing gentle, purposeful circles on your clit, “Jus’ sit there n’- hngh- let me feel this pussy some more. Let her soak me some more. Been waitin’ for this too long- oh- They’d never know, right?”

It’s all you can do to nod, barely-lucidly, “N-never. Only you, Ken.”

And now, unfortunately for you and your poor cunt, it just seemed like Nanami was pussydrunk off the feeling of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. No longer just proving a point - no, oh, he was lost in the way you were so soft. So messy - forming a cute pool of slick on the table below, on his heavy balls. 

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Fuck him. Fuck them all.” 

You flinch as he catches your lips to spit out heated little profanities into your open mouth, biting and tugging filthily on yours. Almost babbling at this point, “They’ll n-never know how ngh fucking heavenly this cunt feels. How perfect you’re wrapped around me.”

Both the obscene squelches from below and your broken little whimpers were reaching a feverish height, coupled with Nanami’s rumbling groans. And it’s only when you let out a particularly loud whine of “Ken–” that makes him grow even girthier inside you. 

Stretching you out so good, he lets out a warning whisper. Low and dangerous, “Careful.” Sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine - all the way to your ravaged cunt, “I hear he’s got a meeting here soon.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The cocky one

“Hah, such a cocky smile, gorgeous.” Geto shakes his head down at where you were on all fours for him. Arched like such a slut against his angry tip, throbbing and glistening between your legs. “You sure you’re oh-”

Whatever mean little retort - and that smirk - is wiped clean off of Geto’s pretty lips when you fuck yourself back onto his rock-hard cock. Gritting your teeth at the sheer stretch when your sloppy hole finds his red, leaky tip, determinedly stuttering him down, down, down until your ass was pressed up against those tufts of black at his toned pelvis. 

“W-whoops.” you sigh when your skin smacks against his abs, tone saccharine sweet. “What were you hah- saying, dear?”

Geto lets out a strangled groan, head tipping back, fingers blindly finding your hips to keep them from fidgeting. Fuck, you were so heavenly - so addictive. He could feel himself rubbing up against every ridge and dip of your tight pussy. 

“You little bitch.” he sighs, heavy eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips bulging so sinfully around him, making him grow even larger. Longer - hitting spots you never knew existed. “Now that’s just ngh- playing unfair.”

Unfair? Oh, you could teach him about ‘unfair’. Unfair was when he’s jutting his hips forward in slow, shallow strokes just to fit inside - no rhythm or rhyme, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Unfair was when he strikes your ass with a sharp smack! grinning at the way the flesh jiggles against his palm.

Unfair is when he leans down to murmur thickly, the change in angle having him barrelling deeper inside your snug cunt. “Isn’t it?”

“N-no.” your lower lip wobbles. 

“N-n-no.” Geto grins, “Stuttering too? That’s crazy, what happened to my smug girl from- hah- before- oh fuck-” 

But oh for all how cocky Geto was acting, he was so weak against the way your gummy walls clench down so fucking tight around him - on purpose. Stuttering down to milk him like you wanted to draw out something delicious. Like you couldn’t stand being even a hair’s breadth away. 

“Haaa…” he lets out a broken shudder, two hands wrapping underneath your inner thighs to just drag your sloppy further down, settling deep - so impossibly deep - into your gut. Distantly, some part of him hoped that you left marks - a cute lil’ ass print against his abs for him to admire later. “Fuck- fine. Fine-” 

You whirl your teary eyes over your shoulder - and it was so difficult to look behind you. Because Geto was so unfairly pretty - long, inky hair curtaining his pussydrunk eyes, twirling all the way down to where his delicate blush dusted all over his cheeks, his chest, his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, you find your sloppy cunt clenching again, rubbing up so deliciously against that prominent vein down the middle of Geto’s length. 

That coaxes out another drawn-out groan from your boyfriend, and a traitorous buck of his hips - his fat head hitting right on your g-spot. “I said fine.” he barks out, teeth bared. “Y-you win. Ngh- you win the bet. Fuuuck you win, just let me- ngh just let me fuck this pretty cunt. Now.”

Ah, right. The bet - that single, mindless little comment earlier today about who’d break first if you two went in raw. 

And, clearly, there was an obvious winner. 

Because Geto isn’t waiting around for your kiss-bitten lips to drop into some taunting remark, hell, he can’t even wait for you to register his words before letting his hips lose control. Ramming into you in quick, jagged thrusts that abuse your hidden sweet spots. 

Over and over and-

“Y’feel so soft, gorgeous.” he purrs into your ear, pushing all his all his body weight in an attempt to hold your slutty cunt still. Setting up such a mean pace, “So warm- ngh n’ m’tired of pretending it isn’t driving me crazy.”

You keen when Geto cranes his fingers to deftly roll over your clit, “S-so much for not breaking first.”

“Awww c’mon now.” Geto’s balls smacking against your ass get louder - harsher. “I already s-said you win. Hah-” God, he’s barely in control of himself with the way he catches your lips in a messy clash of a kiss. Hot tongue nudging apart your plump lips to spit a steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Some of it missing and splattering against the corner of your mouth, “N’ you know what m- ngh- buying you as a p-prize?”

Your knees are weakening pathetically now, sliding further and further apart on the silky sheets with each harsh slam of his cock - only to be pulled back up by an impatient Geto. 

“Do you?” he hisses, pistoning his hips so hard now that your knees were hovering midair - held up by a frenzied Geto. Who plows on deliriously, “Gonna buy ya- nghh fuck- the pill. So many- cuz you’re gonna fuckin’ need it-”

And need it you did. 

Because it only takes a few more seconds of this maddening song and dance before Geto’s cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t - wouldn’t want to - stop.

Pumping thick, hot rope after rope of his seed until your high was crashing into his. Until his cock was so raw and twitching sensitively. Until his balls were squeezing so painfully, tears stinging behind his eyelids with each ram into your fluttering pussy. 

“Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Overheat

Oh this was a dream - or heaven. Maybe both. Because here was Choso sprawled out so prettily on his damp navy sheets, dark hair untied, half-lidded eyes gazing up at a sly angel - you - straddling his toned hips.  

Pussy lips swollen and drooling down where you were positioning his fat, leaky head right at where just a simple nudge of Choso’s squirming hips would have you split apart on his swollen cock - raw. 

“Cho~” your heady voice breaks through his stunned reverie, “You alright, baby?”

“Y-yes.” his words catch in his heaving chest. And Choso’s so embarrassed - still so stuck on the heavenly view below - that he’s barely even registering the hand of his that makes its way down to rest on your steady waist. “Just that-”

And then Choso’s giving an impatient tug on the fat of your hips, inching you so agonizingly close to his needy, red tip. So close he could practically feel you already - he could imagine how soft and warm you were bound to be.

You huff out a low chuckle, “Awww poor baby.” Grinning at the way your boyfriend takes one of tits into his mouth to muffle his embarrassed whine. He alternates between sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Is this what you- hah- want?”

And the way you sandwich his thick cock between your slit has Choso’s ministrations on your nipple stuttering. Whispering out a muffled little, “Y-yeah…”

“Louder.”

“...”

Tutting, “Or, I could just get a condom since you’re so shy-”

“No!” Choso rasps out wetly, and the sudden outburst seems to startle you both. But especially Choso who only blabbers, pussydrunk and slurring already, “No no no no no- need this-” He claws at your hips, edging you closer and closer to sit on his soaked, twitching cock. Bucking his hips up wildly, the slick coating your dripping cunt making him slide messily across your folds once. Twice. “Need you so bad- wan’ feel you wanna feel this pretty pussy- ngh- please. Fuck!”

Both of you let out a synchronous moan when he finally manages to sink his fat head inside your sloppy entrance. So thick, stretching you open so well despite not even being halfway in.

“F-fuck.” Choso’s hazy eyes widen, and he immediately flattens his feet on the bed before pulling back. Only for his poor, oversensitive balls to squeeze so painfully- before covering your dripping cunt in rope after rope of his seed. Your pussy too heavenly, his sanity too gone. “Sh-shit m’sorry m’sorry- ngh.”

Your eyes widen, “Ch-Cho did you-” 

But he doesn’t let you finish - was probably too embarrassed to before stuffing your gaping, needy hole with his thick cock again. And again. And again and again trying to relieve that first time. “Oh, is this okay? Is this r-really okay?”

You don’t even know what he’s asking about - not when Choso’s sliding you deeper and deeper down his cock. Sculpted body bowing into yours when he starts bouncing you up and down like his favorite sextoy - reveling in the lewd squelches below and those pretty moans leaving your lips. 

“S’your fault, y’know?” he pants, ragged. Hips fucking up uncontrollably, drunk off the feeling. “Y-your ohhh fuck- your pussy feels too good, baby. N’ she’s s-so soft. So warm with my cum.”

And it was so sloppy, your boyfriend was never one to shy away from making a mess out of you both but this. Oh, you were losing your fucking mind with his harsh pace, letting that lewd combination of his cum and your slick glisten all over his abs, your thighs, your filthy cunt. All the way down to where his heavy balls were sure to leave marks for tomorrow - right alongside his pelvis against your thighs, fingers on your hips. 

“Y-you’re so-” you lean over to dig your nails into Choso’s pecs, and he takes the opportunity to bite and tease your poor nipples once more. “-filthy, Cho.”

He swallows, and fuck you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier. Adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed and miles away. “It’s this hah- p-pretty pussy, baby. R-raw? Seriously? She’s driving me insane.”

At that last, broken word of his sentence, Choso throws his head back as if merely remembering that there was no little plastic separating his throbbing cock from your gummy cunt was enough to make him go crazy. 

Hips pistoning up faster, molding your cunt to his shape. Bruising your g-spot with each thrust - and your cervix, too, just as a little stray reminder that you’re his from the inside out. Gasping out, “Just look at her.”

When you snap your head down, he’s already spreading apart your puffy folds with two fingers, giving you the perfect view of that creamy sheen, Choso’s reckless, maddening hips, the way your cunt was bulging and soaking his painfully hard cock. 

Only getting sloppier. Harder. Drunk with each thrust. 

“She’s so pretty.” he grits out, “So heavenly. Might just b-be my new hah- obsession.” Just babbling nonsense in strained, jagged words that come out after each brush of his fat tip against your g-spot. So hard that you were stumbling precariously on top of his wild hips. “Yeah- new obsession. My heavenly obsession” he eyes down your quivering thighs, those breathy moans that told him you were close.“N’ I wonder how much more heavenly you’d be if I cum inside?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Take both, dammit.

“B-both?”

The only response you get are Sukuna’s fingers tightening around your throat, sharp nails dragging dangerously over your racing pulse. Pulling your dazed face closed to gift you with a low, cocky hum, “Both.”

And then you can’t breathe - not because of the large hand taking its place around your neck, no, but because Sukuna was suddenly nudging his weeping, fat tips against your sloppy entrance. Lips curling up into a devilish grin at how you were quivering in- fear? Anticipation? 

Either way it had you keening tearily, “Kuna it won’t- fit!”

“Hmm,” Sukuna purses his lips in mock-thought, free hand dipping down to roll his index against your clit. “Let’s ask her why don’t we?” Any and every noise of surprise you manage to yelp out are overshadowed by the most obscene squelches you’ve ever heard in your life. Like Sukuna was well and fully intent on proving his point by circling his thumb around your sloppy hole until you gave up. And he was. “She says she’s just dying to take it. What’s your excuse, brat?”

Truly, it was the first time you’ve tried taking both your boyfriend’s massive cocks - and just one of them required specially made condoms and such extensive teasing and toying to stretch you out enough. 

So one thing was sure - you weren’t making it out alive. 

You’re startled out of your reverie by a dark chuckle from above - shit, did you say that out loud? “Well, only one way to find out.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - both at once. Fat heads bumping into each other as Sukuna grinds against your snug pussy in shallow, short rolls of his hips. 

“Tch.” he clicks his tongue when your feeble ring of resistance struggles to take him. A warm hand of his comes down to soothe over your head slowly, gently - uncharacteristically so. Whispering, “Shhhh, shhh breathe. You got this. You can take it- hah- you always do, right?” Hips getting just a bit more forceful. A bit more calculated. “You can-” Before that sweet hand on your hair tightens to push you down, hard. “-take it.”

Oh, you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling that the king of curses always gets what he wants. Always. 

“Oh my god- oh my god, Kuna! S’so deep-”

A startled smile spreads over Sukuna’s face, eyes widening in surprise. “Ohh, shit. Shit, brat.” He angles his head just right to spy down - just to make sure. “If I knew you felt ngh- th-this good, I’d have done it sooner Much, much sooner.”

But fuck for how cocky he was acting right now, Sukuna was in fucking heaven. 

Dipping his head down to hide the blush dusting his cheeks, and that euphoric glint in his eyes, Sukuna starts moving in hurried, methodical little thrusts to squeeze even deeper inside. 

“Hngh- it’s- ah- can feel you rubbing up inside me, Kuna.” you whine into his ears, hips bucking up wildly. 

“Yeah?” he breathes, but it comes out more wobbly than he intended. Biting his lower lip to keep those loud fucking moans slipping out from the feeling of rubbing against himself and your raw gummy walls and himself. “Y-ya like this? What happened to ‘o-oh s’too big, Kuna’?”

You manage to get out a weak, “F-fuck you.” 

“No, brat. I’m fucking you.” Sukuna growls, ramming into you faster. Sloppier. Heavy sets of tight balls stinging your skin, “Both of me.”

God, the stretch was so much, like he was pushing into your lungs. And that thundering thump! thump! thump! of matching sets of veins against your dripping cunt was so sinful that you let his little comment slide. Driving you to insanity. 

Instead, your teeth grazes Sukuna’s earlobe to give a soft tug, making him turn his head and look right at your fucked-out face.

His hot breath fans your face, “What, brat? Can’t talk? Or is it that you want-” He catches your ravaged clit between two fingers again, rolling languidly. “-her to talk?”

And God, if it was double the stretch on your too-tight cunt, then Sukuna was determined to make sure it was double the pleasure for you. 

His fingers just so frenzied on your clit, rubbing tight, messy patterns - not even circles anymore because fuck Sukuna was too impatient, too depraved for that right now. Swollen cocks sliding in and out with reckless abandon, getting easier and easier with each glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices all over them. Massaging all those sensitive spots he’s mapped out so well to hit his end goal - your poor, ravaged g-spot. Hitting it over and over and over and-

“Kuna!” you scramble for the sheets, the headrest, his shoulders - just anything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity. Sobbing out, “I-I’m close- ngh ah! I’m so close.”

“Close, hah?” you hear from above you, the last thing before the smacking of skin-on-skin becomes almost deafening. Coupled with Sukuna’s strained groans, now unable to hold them back with each time he’s kissing your cervix - your g-spot. “Then cum. Cum all over my cocks, brat.”

Hips stuttering as they get harsher with purpose. Violent, even - having to rest a hand on top of your head to keep your body from being jolted too far up the bed.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. You’re screaming out Sukuna’s name, body bowing into his vice-like grip. Dripping cunt trying desperately to milk him so tight.

It was too much. 

Your poor pussy was overfilled to the brim with each and every spurt of Sukuna’s hot cum, thick, white globs that dribble down your thighs. Filling you up so much you think you could explode and- “Aww look at you.” Sukuna coos, thumbing apart your pussy lips to watch her soak in his never ending cum. “Wonder if she can take another load?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Experiment…

The great Gojo Satoru is many things - powerful, complex, a pain-in-the-ass to most - but being hesitant to experiment is decidedly not one of these things. 

Which is what found you splayed out underneath him, brows furrowed, legs trembling while he drags his weeping tip up and down your puffy folds. Just dipping between your lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his head - up and down up and down up and-

“Toru.” your deadpan voice cuts through his fun, hips arching off the bed impatiently. “S’not gonna work.”

Gojo sticks his tongue out with all the maturity he could muster up, “It will, sweetheart, just watch.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Will-” you cut yourself off in frustration, “You’re just all talk-”

Whatever insult on the tip of your tongue - along with all the air in your lungs - is knocked out by Gojo finally pushing in. Finally stretching out your sloppy hole on his thick mushroom tip, all stuttering and clenching in an effort to accommodate him.

He groans, cheeks flushing because fuck maybe this’ll be harder than he thought. “S’gonna work- if I can concen- ohh fuck don’t squeeze me that way- if I can get limitless to- no more late-night convenience store runs.” 

But oh right now the only thing on Gojo’s mind was that maybe you two were better off with walking the two blocks down to buy condoms - because he could feel his limitless slowly thinning out with each inch he sinks into your snug cunt. Slowly waning - much like his fucking sanity. 

“Toru!” you squeal when it’s like something snaps. That little glow in your boyfriend’s eyes dims as his entire body stiffens, breath hitching in his throat, and his cock- oh his aching, rock-hard cock - so warm and just throbbing so rapidly against your walls in a beat that matches your own. You could feel him all the way in your stomach. “D-did it work?”

Something is whispered into the crook of your neck - and you’re craning your head closer to understand. “What?”

There it is again.

This time, however, you pull Gojo from his safe haven, tugging admonishingly on those soft, white locks. All the while murmuring, “Use your- oh.”

Oh.

Fuck. 

Gojo’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown. So utterly wrecked when his aching cock grows even larger inside you, stretching you to your limits. Such a delicate pink blush decorating his cheeks, dusting over those plump, parted lips, ones which wobble and gape open noiselessly a few times before he manages out, “D-didn’t work.”

And fuck then it was like a dam had broken. 

Because Gojo’s previously stalled hips were moving now - grinding forward slowly, deliciously. Only growing girthier - so unfairly so - with each movement. 

Two large hands coming up to paw and knead your ass to keep you still while he begins fucking you into the mattress. 

Letting out whiny, bewildered moans - as if Gojo himself couldn’t believe what was happening - “Didn’t work.” He repeats, like a mantra. “Didn’t work didn’t work didn’t- didn’t work- hah- n’ I don’t regret it one bit.”

“H-hah?” you whimper, “So you’re-”

“Yes.” Gojo interjects, and if you were in any better state of mind you’d have told him off for interrupting you. But oh how could you when he was reeling his hips back, back, back, just kissing your sloppy entrance with his leaky tip - before splitting you apart all over again. “Yes yes yes- oh yes. M’feeling you- all of you. Why the fuck didn’t you t-tell me you were so ngh-” Long fingers graze over your pulsing clit, making him all but scream in pleasure when you clamp down. Hard. “-heavenly!”

Fuck you weren’t making it out alive - and he wasn’t either.

And he sounded so genuinely upset - how were you this warm? This dripping wet all around him? Hell, Gojo thinks he’s soaked all the way down to his heavy balls already.

“Soaked?” your eyes widen when Gojo gives you a shocked laugh - fuck, has he finally lost whatever sanity he had left?

“Mhm.” he nods, a familiar glint of madness in those summer blue eyes. Breathy, pussydrunk little ministration matching his words, “Soaked. Absolutely fucking hah- soaked. Me. Me me me- s’me-” Gojo spits into his open palm, once. Twice. Before smearing the mess down his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out of your needy cunt,  “-not some stupid little piece of plastic. Oh, m’never buying those again-”

He was fucking you so needy. 

Just ramming his cock into you as he pleased, hitting all your most sensitive spots - your cervix, your g-spot, tugging at your clit. Having the bed frame and you making such loud noises every time his thick tip was gliding across your gummy walls, matching with the tempo of his fingers.

“It feel so- good, Toru.” you whine. Hips stuttering forwards, making the most lewd of squelches as you try to meet Gojo’s fast, utterly wild pace. “Fuck fuck fuck- oh.”

“Yeah? My baby likes ngh- taking me in r-raw.” you smile when you catch the way Gojo’s face flushes as his voice cracks on that last word - like he still couldn’t believe it himself. 

Though, he didn’t like that quite as much as you. 

“Huh? Laughing at me? M’gonna ngh- you lil’ minx. M’gonna give you something to laugh about.” Each word punctuated by a mean thrust, and if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have caught the way Gojo’s eyes glowed ever-so-slightly. Tiny pricks of purple lightning dancing across his bare skin, “Because practice makes perfect, right, sweetheart?”

A/N. I’m ngl Gojo’s one was just me wondering how far limitless really went sooo there ya go.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[v1x3n]

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY!

꒰ PAIRINGS : satoru gojo x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, kento nanami x reader.

꒰ SYNOPSIS : your boyfriend hates how sweet and friendly you are to others!! why cant you just be his :/ you should make it up to them for making them so jealous!!

꒰ TAGS : established relationships, dry humping, jealousy, petnames, rough and possessive behavior, overstimulation, degrading, doggy style, slut shaming, spanking, rough sex.

# — GOJO SATORU

Your back hits against the bed as satorus hand pushes you down. Heat gathering at your opened thighs which wrap around the man in front of you. He takes a sharp breath in, followed by a grunt when he grinds his covered length against your clothed cunt. Your wetness staining your underwear but he doesn't care.

He only cares about the way you smiled at geto, the way you laughed at his unfunny jokes. He only cares about showing you that you are his.

Whines fall from your bitten lips as he grips tight onto your hips, forcing you two to clash together sloppily. But still he was getting off to it. His grunts and mewls slipping past his anger sent a heat straight to your core. God, you loved his sounds.

"Fuck m-me, Satoru," you beg of him, pleading eyes as you look up at him. A hint of pout plastered on your lips. Your pleas go ignored as the white haired man continues to dry hump against you, not uttering a word.

Thats how you know you're fucked. Satoru was a yapper, especially in bed. Praise, degradation, rhetorical questions. The whole lot. But when he's slightly upset or angry he goes silent.

"Please," you gulp in a moan as his sharp teeth connect to your sensitive neck, biting the flesh harshly as if to say 'shut up'.

"Say. It." Satoru demands, growling in your ear as he thrusts his covered cock against your pussy. Humping the fabric as if his life depended on it. "Say, 'm y-yours"

"Y-yours!! All yours!" whimpers slip from you as his pace fastens, the harsh material catching on your clit which makes a loud, sharp moan echo around the room. His underwear covered in pre-cum as he humps against you pathetically. He needs you so badly his aching cock glows red. "yeah?"

Satoru questions, tilting his head into your scent, picking up the delicious perfume you spray on everyday. His eyes roll back at the smell, "smells so f-fucking good." He mutters under his breath to himself.

"now what was that 'bout me fucking you?"

# — KENTO NANAMI

“What's wrong, Ken?" you hum. His large hands roam your body, arching your back further. Your juicy ass is pressed up to his hardened length. You love this position from him. Loved how deep his cock travelled inside of you. Loved how his breath hitched when you arch your back further, your head buried in the pillow as your hands try to grip any part of him. you loved his rough hands that are always so gentle with you smoothing over your arse, slapping the skin softly - he would never harm you though. Always soft and gentle.

That's why you knew he was upset when he pushes you onto the bed, your claws trying to grab at him as he pushes his fat cock deep inside of you with no warning. You yelp loudly. “Ken!” 

“What?” he groans, almost bottoming out but he can't forget the way his coworker looked at you when you dropped off Kento's lunch. He can't forget the way you smiled at him. Kento Nanami would never call himself a jealous man. He knew you would never do anything but the way his coworker looked at you with such lust in his eyes - maybe he was a jealous man.

His hips pick up at a rough pace, slipping and sliding in and out of you. You hold onto the sheets below you, your nails almost snapping due to the tightness you were gripping. His heavy balls slap against your clit, stimulating you immediately. “W-what's wrong?" you stumble over your words as he brings a loud SLAP! To your plush ass.

“What's wrong?” he laughs out a scoff. "What's wrong is how- fucking- easy it is to get in your f-fucking pants!” you moan at his mean words, never in your entire relationship had kento been this horrible. It was doing something to you. He delivered yet another mean hit to your reddening skin. Yelping out loudly when he does it for a third time. Hips pick up at an evil pace, faster than you could ever take it. Your eyes fill with water as you could feel him in your lungs.

Kento pushes your back in a meaner arch, lifting your hips up to slap his hips against yours. Sliding from you just to pounce right back in in small plat plat plats. Sex fills the air, the scent fills your nose so strongly. Your eyes roll back as your breath is taken away. “Hahh-” you groan, nails scraping the sheets. Kento's angry breath is ragged as he thrusts deep into you, feeling your wet warmth wrapped around his mean cock. “Fucking slut” he scolds, “dirty girl.”

Heat clouds his mind, he plunges his dick so far into your wet hole. He hits the flesh of your ass one more time, skin wobbling against his rough actions. “K-ken!” you mewl out. Tears filter your sight. “A-all mine.” He groans with a plea. 

“All yours, Ken!! All yours, baby..."

# — TOJI FUSHIGURO

"Yeah? This w-what you fuckin' wanted? Huh?" His hrunts grew louder as his cock slipped out of you, pounding itself back in with a harsh pace. "Just needed a-an orgasm?" Toji questions, a raspy voice growling when he bites sharply onto your nipples. Scraping at the sensitive nub. You whine out loud as his hips thrust into yours with a punishing speed.

His calloused hands grip onto the soft plush on your chubby thighs. "Sorry, T-toji!" You squeal with a high volume. A large sniffle comes from you straight after when a large drop of wet droops down your face from your crying eyes. His mouth connects with yours. Sloppily kissing your lips with a rough passion. His teeth clank with yours a few times as he struggles to keep his pulsing cock in your wet heat, the tears that fall from your overstimulated cunt just slipping out his needy dick!

"Sorry?" the man who's currently pouding you into two scoffs, "Wasn't f-fuckin' sorry when you were f-flirting with fuckin' shiu." Your cunt tightens snuggly against his cock, enveloping him in your warmth. "Werent-" you moan loudly against his mouth while his tongue shoves deep into your mouth, tasting your saliva. Groaning at the sensation.

"Werent-" you tried to speak again but your breath was taken away by the harsh thrust, reaching so deep inside your little weak cunt. You mewl loudly, breath hitching. You moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound eagerly, savoring every bit of it.

Then he slips himself out of you, parting your bodys - leaving you with an empty hole and a small wobble of your bottom lip. "Don't worry, gunna give you what you need." Coo's soothe you down.

He grips your thighs, pulling them up and folding you in half easily. You whine at the feeling of his hot hands smoothing all over you. Your knees are high to your chest, pushing your soft tits against your knees. You whine at the feeling of your nipples roughly moving against your skin.

He smirks down at you, his eyes full of love. "Just need to be f-fucked, huh?" Toji questions, his hands roaming your flesh, the skin of your thighs feeling so good underneath him. Your bodies fit together perfectly as he connects himself once more with you. Entering you punishingly.

You almost gag at the feeling of his cock pounding you so deeply. "Ahh!" he pulls out repetitive sounds from you, "Needy little thing."

[crushmeeren]

just imagine taunting touya or katsuki while having sex… asking if he can handle you… telling him he can’t make you cum

i am losing my mind 😭 i love ur works!

friend, this is…. diabolical. I LOVE IT. [and thank you.] /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

༝ ᭝ ༝ brief warning for some degradation used by touya. ༝ ᭝ ༝

master list link. ༝ ᭝ ༝ @pixelcafe-network

ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

༝ ᭝ ༝ katsuki ༝ ᭝ ༝

This is something I can see very clearly happening when you first start having sex with Katsuki.

It’s the third or fourth time. The burn in your thighs worsens the longer you bounce on Katsuki’s cock, and sweat beads in the valley between your tits, trailing down your sternum.

Surprisingly enough, it didn’t become like pulling teeth to convince him to hand over the reigns.

Now, you brace your hands on his firm, flushed chest, supporting your weight, and roll your hips back and forth in his lap. The tip of his cock is pressed firm against your g-spot, and you’re rewarded with hot sparks of pleasure bursting in your pelvis with each slow circle of your hips.

Katsuki’s fingers dig desperately into your waist, nails pinching your skin, and his breath catches when your pussy squeezes him. His lids flutter, a low moan spills from his lips.

You slow your hips, just to tease, and study the open and fucked out expression on his face. Then you grin.

“You sure you can handle me Katsuki?” You taunt, a sweet heat curling up your spine when you push your hips back even harder.

Katsuki scowls, the pink blush on his cheeks turning scarlet. “Fuck you. I can handle you just fine.” He jerks his hips upwards to emphasize his point, cock sinking in even further.

Your small, delighted gasp dances in the air, pussy clenching on its own accord. “Pretty sure I’m fucking you. You already look like you’re about to cum. What, a big bad hero like you not gonna be able to make me cum this time?” With a smug smile you lean in close, nails biting into his pecs as you whisper. “I thought you were supposed to be number one at everything, Dynamight.”

Katsuki’s eyebrow twitches, jaw clenching tight as he grinds his teeth to dust.

“You think I can’t make that fuckin’ pussy cum, princess?” He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes too hard, lip tugging into a sneer. Your pulse thunders from the sharp sting, the heat in your belly rising a few notches. “You’re gonna scream my name. Better yet, I’ll make you cry out for “Dynamight”, but he won’t save you.” A wolfish grin curls the corners of his mouth.

Your lips part in surprise as he shoves you off his lap, soft blankets cushioning your fall. He manhandles you like a rag doll onto your belly, yanking your hips into the air, looming over your back to shove your face into the sheets with hand to the base of your skull.

“Katsuki!” Your cry gets muffled by the sheets, a calloused palm raining down on your ass so harshly you’re certain his handprint will remain as evidence. He laughs meanly, readjusts his hips, and pushes the slick tip of his cock to your pussy.

He clicks his tongue behind his teeth in disapproval. “That’s not the right name, princess.” His voice is strains as he slides back inside you, bottoming out with a harsh smack of his hips against your ass. He plants one hand by your head and tangles his fingers through your hair with the other, yanking your head off the mattress. “Go on, cry out for Dynamight,” he murmurs in your ear, warm breath tickling your skin.

Katsuki draws his hips back, cock slipping out halfway, then snaps them forward to fill you back up.

“Dynamight!” You wail, your next breath becoming a choked off gasp.

His chest rumbles with a moan. “That’s what I was lookin’ for, such a good girl.”

By the end of it, you’re a jelly limbed pile of mush in his bed, voice scratchy from overuse. You’re never going to let him live down the fact that’s it’s so damn easy to get under his skin.

༝ ᭝ ༝ touya ༝ ᭝ ༝

Pushing your boyfriend to his limit usually results in being burned.

It’s not a secret that Touya is terrible at keeping his cool, hotheaded temper rising to the surface whenever you take it a step too far. But, to you, the ends justify the means. Especially when it comes to sex.

“Hell yes, fuck yourself back on my cock just like that baby. So goddamn hot,” Touya says through his teeth, one scarred hand resting on your tailbone to guide your movement. Your fingers fist the pillow supporting your head, cheeks blistering with heat as you work his cock in and out of your pussy. The hot, slick friction is amazing, but not enough.

You pant softly, frustration welling in your belly. “Yeah? It’d be even hotter if you put in any effort to make me cum,” you bite back. Touya stiffens behind you, fingers gripping your hips with intent to bruise. He yanks you backwards, forcing a yelp out of you when the tip of his cock shoves up against your cervix. You squirm with discomfort, unable to move an inch.

“The fuck did you just say?” There’s a warning in his tone that prickles at the nape of your neck.

You brush it off, continuing to dig your own grave. “You heard me.” You glare at him over your shoulder before turning back. “Seems like you can’t handle me.” You rest your flushed cheek on the cool fabric of your pillow.

For a second, you’re certain you’ve stunned him. Then, the skin on your hips starts to sizzle under his palms. It’s bright and searing, stealing your breath for a moment, and then you’re forced to roll onto your back.

Touya bullies his cock back inside you without another word, hand molding along the bottom of your jaw to keep your mouth shut. The look in his eyes is wild, a cruel grin on his lips when he leans in close until a centimeter is all that separates you. Your heart jumps to your throat, kickstarting a rush of adrenaline.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are talking to me like that, sweetheart. But you’re lucky as hell I want to be inside your tight little pussy so badly.” Touya starts to rock his hips. “Otherwise I’d leave you alone and go jerk myself off.”

Your eyes dart across Touya’s face, his blue eyes bright with mania. A sick sense of satisfaction curls in your chest as you manage to keep yourself from smiling. He’s playing right into your hands, just like every other time.

Touya releases your jaw, hooking his hands under the backs of your knees and pushes until they sink into the mattress, folding you like a blanket. The angle makes it feel like his cock’s inside your stomach and you gasp, clutching at scarred wrists.

“Right there Touya, please!” Your back arches with your words, Touya rewarding you with a heavy thrust. He rolls his eyes, but he bends to your whim and picks up his pace. He smirks like he’s the one in control, lids lowering as his gaze stays glued to where he disappears inside you.

“My little whore,” he coos. “You’re not gettin’ any relief until you fuckin’ squirt for me, do you understand?” There’s no room for argument in his voice, and you nod, goosebumps littering your arms.

You’ll taunt him again and again and fucking again, if only to drive him up the wall and provoke him into rearranging your guts.

[ariichive]

JEALOUSY☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

jealous scenarios ft. phainon, anaxa, and mydei!

gen. neutral reader

cw: anaxa is kinda crazy he puts his gun to reader, possessiveness, mentions of violence, fluff, not proofread im so tired :')

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

phainon

phainon was one to pride himself on his natural charm, he was a very easy going guy. the stark contrast between him in battle and off was admirable.

though as much as he hates to admit it, sometimes the warrior takes over his instincts. for instance, right now as he watched the droma’s caretaker openly flirt with you.

it wasn’t just the flirting—though that was annoying enough—it was the way you laughed, the way your eyes softened, the way you didn’t immediately pull away. phainon knew you weren’t his, not in the way that would justify this sudden surge of possessiveness. but logic had never been good at taming instinct.

his fingers twitched at his side, an old habit from years of battle. the part of him that thrived in combat, the part that didn’t hesitate when faced with a challenge, whispered at him to act. it would be so easy to step in, to slide an arm around your waist, to make it clear to everyone in the room—especially to the man standing too close—that you weren’t available.

but that wasn’t his place. not yet, at least. so instead, he forced himself to take a breath, to unclench his fists, to remind himself that he was phainon—charming, laid-back, not the type to pick a fight over something so trivial.

“phainon, this one likes me!”

his stoic expression softened when he realized, in fact, you were talking about the loving dromas and not that man.

phainon smiled gently at your joy, “i can tell, he sure does like you a lot!”

there was a certain edge to his voice that could’ve been missed by onlookers. you gave him a concerned glance, one which he smiled at and didn’t question further.

and yet, when the caretaker let out another laugh, explaining the most basic knowledge of dromas ever, his hand brushing against yours, phainon found himself smiling again. it wasn’t a friendly smile.

“having fun?” he asked, voice smooth but carrying an edge beneath it as he finally approached the two of you.

“yeah—!” you were quick to respond only to look up at phainon and realize his attention wasn’t on you. “phainon..”

“yes my lovely spouse, who i treasure more than any riches and i’d also kill for?” now his attention was focused on you, his smile bittersweet.

the thing with phainon is whenever he looked at you, there was always such intensity.

“don’t start, i’m okay i promise.”

there was a joking tilt to your voice, but it was enough to calm him down.

“now, come over and feed the dromas with me! this one’s name is castor, very sweet we should take him home!”

phainon let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over his heart. "my love, as much as i would adore bringing castor home, i fear he would not fit through our door."

you laughed, reaching out to pet the dromas, who nuzzled into your touch affectionately. "we could make it work," you teased, "build a bigger door, you're strong enough. or, you know, just let him live in our backyard."

phainon hummed in thought, stepping closer until he was right beside you. "tempting," he mused, reaching out to pet castor. "but then i’d have to compete for your affection, and i don’t think my heart could take it."

you rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully. "oh, please. you already know you’re my favorite."

his grin softened into something more genuine, his blue eyes filled with something tender. "good. because my dearest, you are mine." phainon swears the dromas narrowed its eyes at him (the caretaker did too but phainon was too busy enjoying the memoment with you to get mad all over again).

you burst into laughter as the dromas let out a soft sound, clearly pleased with itself. "maybe if you were as cute as them, you’d stand a chance."

phainon clutched his chest. "wounded. utterly wounded."

but despite his theatrics, he leaned in closer, his hand brushing against yours as you both continued to feed the dromas together, the warmth between you as steady as ever.

...

"y'know, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take one home, then we wouldn't have to come back here. i can't believe that vile man had the nerve to even look at you..!"

"phainon, my dear, we are not actually going to take one home."

"...i like the name kevin, wouldn't you agree, [name]?"

the rest of the day was spent with phainon in your ear.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

anaxa

the carefully crafted lunched in your hands was the least of your worries as a soft click was heard from behind you followed by a pressure being applied to the back of your head.

just to think; you went out of your way to bring lunch to your oh-so-kind boyfriend and this is how he greets you?

you would say you're surprised but... this isn't the first time something like this has happened.

"do tell me, what's the foul mood for now?"

he didn't appreciate the snarky comment as the gun pushed against your head even more.

"my [name], you seemed to enjoy yourself outside with that man. would i be correct to assume so?"

so this is what he's mad about.

you exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "if you must know, i was just making conversation. you know, something normal people do?"

the gun pressed harder against your skull in response, the warning clear. anaxa hated being mocked.

"careful," he murmured, voice quieter now, more dangerous. "i'm already being generous by allowing you to explain yourself. do not test my patience."

you tilted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. his expression was unreadable, but his grip on the gun was steady—too steady.

"allowing me to explain myself?" you echoed, amusement creeping into your tone. "and here i thought my oh-so-loving boyfriend would trust me a little more by now."

anaxa exhaled sharply through his nose, but he said nothing. the silence stretched between you for a few moments before the pressure at the back of your head finally disappeared.

anaxa let out a low hum, his voice smooth yet laced with something sharp—jealousy, possessiveness, something only he could wield so effortlessly. "you know how i feel about you entertaining the company of other men," he said, tilting his head slightly. "and yet, there you were, laughing as if you had no care in the world."

you sigh, "i promise you it was a very brief interaction. i even told him i was visiting you for lunch."

anaxa looked away in faux annoyance as he gently took the lunch from your hands.

"thank you, [name]." anaxa was genuine in his thanks, he understood how troublesome it could be to reach him in the grove of epiphany.

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "i'd say 'you're welcome,' but i'm not sure you deserve it after that stunt."

he sighed dramatically, setting the lunch down on his desk before taking a seat. his movements were as measured as ever, graceful even in something as simple as this. "you wound me, truly," he drawled, undoing the buttons of his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up. "but i suppose my cruelty knows no bounds, does it? threatening my beloved over something as insignificant as a passing interaction."

"so you admit it was ridiculous?" you quirked a brow, leaning against the edge of his desk.

anaxa leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you with a gaze so heavy it felt like an unseen weight pressing against you. "i admit nothing," he corrected, voice as smooth as ever. "but even the most brilliant minds are prone to… lapses in judgment."

you let out a small scoff, shaking your head. "right. 'lapses in judgment.' is that what we're calling your absurd jealousy now?"

he exhaled through his nose, as if considering your words, before finally opening the meal you had brought him. "call it whatever you like, my dear," he said idly, plucking a piece of food with deliberate ease. "but tell me, if i were to flirt so freely with another, would you be so composed?"

your mouth opened, but the words died on your tongue. anaxa watched your hesitation with something akin to satisfaction, his smirk deepening ever so slightly.

"i thought as much," he said smoothly, taking a slow, deliberate bite of his food. "jealousy, my dear, is a universal affliction. i am simply more… expressive about mine."

you huffed, looking away, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. "you're insufferable and lucky i have the patience for you," you muttered.

he let out a soft chuckle, low and indulgent. "patience," he mused, reaching out to brush a gloved finger against your cheek, slow and deliberate. "such a rare and commendable virtue. though i must wonder..."

his touch trailed lower, tracing the curve of your jaw before finally resting under your chin. with the lightest pressure, he tilted your face ever so slightly upward, forcing you to hold his gaze.

"how much longer will that patience last, i wonder?"

you swallowed, refusing to look away. "depends," you said, barely above a breath. "how many more times do you plan on pulling a gun on me?"

anaxa’s lips curled into the faintest smirk, but his eyes flickered with something softer—something dangerously close to fondness.

"ah," he sighed dramatically, finally releasing you and leaning back into his chair. "a fair question. but, my dear, you wound me. surely you know by now that i only threaten the things i cannot bear to lose?"

you stared at him, feeling both shocked and flustered.

you huffed, shaking your head as you finally relented, letting the conversation settle into something resembling peace. and despite everything—despite his absurd possessiveness, his impossible nature, his maddeningly smug demeanor—you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

because somehow, against all logic, against every ounce of reason—anaxa was yours. and that was something even he, with all his sharp words and sharper wit, could never deny.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

mydei

mydei always found himself in petty competitions with phainon. whether it was who could pick the most apples to who could slay the most enemies, phainon always knew how to push his buttons.

though he might’ve pushed them a little too far..

“afraid you’ll lose? i would’ve never guessed that the great mydeimos was scared of talking to a girl. or are you scared [name] will end up liking me more?”

“deliverer,” mydei said with a scary amount of joy in his voice, “tell me, do you enjoy being humiliated by a kremnoan heir?”

“so is it a deal?”

“if that’s what you wish to call it, we’ll start now. try not to make an utter fool out of yourself. you won't even be able to touch them."

there was absolutely no way mydei was going to even let phainon breathe the same air as you.

phainon grinned, entirely unfazed by mydei’s sharp tone. “oh? possessive already? my, my, what will [name] think of this? surely they've noticed your crush on them by now.”

mydei exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. “they will think nothing of it because you will not get the opportunity to so much as look at them.”

phainon laughed, tilting his head with an almost lazy confidence. “bold words. i wonder if you’ll still be saying that once they’re hanging off my arm instead.”

the barely restrained fury in mydei’s eyes was almost comical. “you delude yourself.”

“and you’re stalling.” phainon shrugged, already turning on his heel. “come now, mydeimos. unless, of course, you are afraid?”

mydei scoffed, stepping forward with an air of unwavering confidence. “i fear nothing—least of all a fool with an overinflated ego.”

the competition had begun.

mydei was the first to find you. he's always remembered the places you often frequented, the bathhouse being common among them.

mydei found you tucked away in one of the quieter corners of the bathhouse, steam curling through the air in delicate wisps. he approached silently, his footsteps barely making a sound against the stone floor.

he had always been observant—perhaps more than you'd realized. no matter how much time passed, he never forgot the places you sought comfort in.

"i thought i'd find you here," he murmured, his voice low and steady, cutting through the gentle trickle of water. "it's peaceful here," you said softly, returning your gaze to the water, watching a rubber duck float by.

after a long moment, you glanced at him, the tension in your chest easing just a little.

"you always find me."

mydei's crimson eyes softened, a rare hint of fondness breaking through his composed exterior.

"of course," he said quietly. "you're worth finding."

mydei had a huge advantage over phainon; everything that came out of his mouth was genuine.

you felt your body heat amplifying from his intense gaze, the steam from the bath worsening your situation.

the air between you two felt thick with unspoken words, the steam in the room only adding to the intensity. mydei’s crimson eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering focus, as if trying to read something deeper than just your expressions.

“you know, you really don’t make this easy,” you muttered, trying to divert your thoughts, the heat rising in your chest feeling like it might burst through your skin.

he raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours. "make what easy?"

you shifted uncomfortably, the faintest of blush creeping onto your cheeks. “this... this tension.”

mydei tilted his head slightly, the smallest of smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth. “tension?” he repeated, his voice smooth and calculated. “i’m simply speaking the truth.”

you shot him a glance, his words echoing in your mind. you’re worth finding.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard him say such things before, but this time, it felt different. There was no teasing, no veiled sarcasm—just the raw sincerity that mydei rarely offered.

“you never do anything half-heartedly, do you?” you said, a small sigh escaping your lips.

mydei didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence looming like a silent promise. His gaze softened as he spoke, but there was still a quiet intensity behind it.

"only when it’s worth it," he said, his voice almost a whisper, but it still hit you like a wave.

your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

he moment hung between you two, the weight of his words settling deep within you. mydei’s presence was suffocating in the best way—an intensity that seemed to radiate from him, the kind that made it impossible to think of anything else but him.

you opened your mouth, but the words stuck. something about his steady gaze and the closeness between you left you speechless, your heart thudding in your chest.

“mydei…” you whispered, almost as if testing the air, "would you like to join me in the bath? i'm sue it'll help relieve any sores you might have?"

mydei's gaze flickered to you, and for a brief moment, the quiet intensity in his eyes softened, replaced by a curious, almost amused glint. he took a step closer, the space between you two shrinking even more.

“you offer me company in the bath?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of surprise. “how… bold.”

you could hear the teasing undertone in his words, but it wasn’t as biting as usual. there was something more… tender in the way he spoke, something that made your heart flutter despite the calmness of the moment.

“i only thought it might help you relax,” you replied, keeping your tone light, though your pulse quickened slightly under his steady gaze. “and you’re always so tense. even the crown prince needs to rest now and then.”

mydei let out a quiet chuckle at that, the sound warm and soft, like the fleeting warmth of the bath. "i’m afraid i’ve never had much time for relaxation," he murmured, his tone shifting again, darker, but with an edge of something more vulnerable. "but perhaps you’re right. it’s been... a long time since i allowed myself the luxury."

there was a pause, and you could see the weight of his words settle over him, like he’d just made a decision. his eyes softened, and he took another step closer, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he gently took your hand.

"then, i’ll join you. for once, perhaps i could allow myself this."

as mydei settled comfortably next to you in the bath, he couldn't help but wonder where phainon had been all this time.

and there was a small voice in the back of his head, saying 'if phainon found you first, would you have invited him into the bath with you?'

he glanced sideways at you, his gaze unreadable for a brief moment as he tried to suppress the discomfort he felt at the idea.

as he took in your relaxed face, mydei realized how important such moments were to the two of you. this was just the start of many more scenarios he would spend with you.

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[quajzen]

Kindergarten-level math research papers:

Field: Combinatorial Number Theory

Journal: Communications in Addition and Subtraction

Title: A Lower Bound on the Largest Natural number

Abbreviated Abstract: We prove a lower bound on the largest number. The proof proceeds in two steps: we begin with 1, and proceed by induction as until we lose count. We then add that number to itself. The main advance in the first step is to get a big number, and the second step notably avoids using multiplication (they don't teach that until 3rd grade).

Field: Topological Geometry

Journal: Advances in Nonlines

Title: The Four-Color Scribbles

Abbreviated Abstract: In this work we show a zoo of examples of nonlines (curves) with the unique property that they are either red, blue, orange, or purple, or some combination therein. The key idea is to use less colors rather than more, creating a clear and easy to follow proof. This provides a clear basis for simplifications to further work, such as scribbling with 5 colors.

Field: Playground Analysis

Journal: Slide Dynamics

Title: Sufficient Conditions to Yell Weeeeeee on Spiral Slides

Abbreviated Abstract: We identify sufficient conditions for a slide to cause joy. We identify a notion of a "fun slide," and prove that fun slides are a sufficient condition to make someone go Weeeee on a slide. We then verify a spiral slide is a fun slide, and provide numerous examples and non-examples (notably, a ramp is really not fun to slide down).

[just-aake]

Friends Don't Kiss

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Friends spend time together. They share inside jokes, quiet moments, maybe even late-night movies. And sometimes…they kiss. That’s normal. Right? At least, that’s what Natasha keeps telling herself.

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Words: 4140

“Would you kiss me?”

Steve chokes on his coffee, spluttering mid-sip. He coughs violently, thumping his fist against his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

Across the kitchen, Natasha doesn’t flinch. She stands coolly with a mug in hand, one hip leaning against the compound’s countertop, her expression unreadable.

“You know,” she adds, far too casually, “as a friend.”

Steve finally manages to recover, blinking at her like she’s grown a second head. 

“I’m gonna need a little more context.”

Natasha shrugs, gaze fixed somewhere past him. 

“Just making a point. I’ve kissed you before. We’re still just friends.”

“That was different,” Steve says slowly, carefully, like he’s not entirely sure where this conversation is headed. “We were on the run. It was for a mission.”

“Right,” Natasha nods quickly, seizing on that. “Exactly. So sometimes a kiss doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Steve sets down his coffee, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Did you kiss someone, Nat?”

She scoffs immediately, a sharp breath meant to dismiss the question, but her shoulders stiffen, betraying her.

“No,” she says too quickly, brushing past it. “Why would you ask that?”

Before Steve can press further, the kitchen door slides open.

You step in, pausing just briefly when your eyes meet hers. A flicker of something passes between you—then it’s gone, replaced by your familiar, easy smile.

“Morning,” you say, grabbing an apple from the counter before sliding easily into the space beside her. “You two solving world peace already?”

Natasha’s grip on her mug tightens. Her pulse trips over itself at your closeness, at the casual brush of your shoulder against hers.

“Morning,” she mutters, not quite meeting your eyes.

“You’re up earlier than usual,” Steve returns your greeting while watching both of you now with a curious gaze, noticing the subtle shift in the air. 

You shrug lightly.

“Decided to turn in early last night,” you respond before turning to Natasha. “Sorry, I didn’t see you when you got back, Nat.”

Natasha shakes her head, brushing off the apology.

“It’s fine,” she says simply. 

But it’s not. Not really. She had looked for you last night when she came back from her mission, hoping for your usual smile at the hangar. Instead, FRIDAY informed her you were already asleep. She’d swallowed her disappointment and told herself it didn’t matter.

Natasha takes another sip to keep herself occupied from further conversation. Unfortunately, it seems you have no intention of letting her do that.

“Can I have some?”

Natasha glances at you with a raise of her brow, and you give her a small smile as you nod at the mug in her hand.

“There’s more brewing,” she responds, gesturing to the coffee machine in the corner.

You don’t move her gaze from hers.

“I know,” you grin. “But I want yours.”

Natasha sighs, long-suffering but fond, and hands it over.

You take it with a bright smile in thanks, drinking the last of it with satisfaction.

Natasha watches you as you finish, her lips twitching slightly into the ghost of a smile before she can stop it.

Something about that simple exchange makes the room feel smaller. 

Steve observes you two quietly, picking up on the subtle tension that hums under the surface like a taut wire. You and Natasha have always been close. That’s not new. But something feels different now.

“Well, I’m heading to the training room,” you announce, handing Natasha back the mug and tossing the apple in your hand once before catching it again. “See you two later.”

You’re gone before either of them can respond.

The silence that follows stretches.

Steve leans against the table, watching the doorway you disappeared through before turning his eyes back to Natasha. 

“So,” he says, voice even, “something you’d like to share?”

Natasha scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pivots to rinse out her mug. 

“This has nothing to do with her.”

Her tone is dry and dismissive. But her mind betrays her.

She remembers the way the two of you had been curled up on the couch in the common room just a few nights ago. 

A rare, quiet evening with no missions, no alarms, just shared stories and laughter over absurd field mishaps. Your knees touching hers. Her arm draped along the back of the sofa. 

You leaning closer, head tilted back slightly as you laughed, completely at ease.

Natasha remembers the way her fingers twitched with the urge to touch you. 

How, without quite realizing it, her hand lifted to cup your cheek. 

The moment stretched, her breath caught, and then she leaned in.

The kiss was soft, hesitant in the way that Natasha had not fully comprehended what she had done.

When she does, she goes to pull away when you suddenly kiss her back.

Your hand had come up, anchoring against her shoulder, the other sliding to the back of her neck as you deepened it, slow and sure. 

Then, the elevator chimed.

And the moment shattered.

Instinctively, Natasha pulls back, jumping to her end of the couch by the time the other team members come into the room. 

Next thing she knows, you were swept up by a conversation with Wanda while Natasha sat there frozen, lips parted, heartbeat wild, her hand brushing over her mouth in disbelief. 

The warmth of your kiss still lingering on her skin like a brand.

You never brought it up again.

Neither did she.

And now, days later, she finds herself standing in the kitchen convincing herself that friends kiss sometimes. 

That it doesn’t have to mean anything. That it didn’t mean anything.

“Sure, Nat,” Steve says slowly, watching her a little too closely now. “A kiss doesn’t have to mean anything...”

Natasha relaxes slightly, but before the relief can take hold in her mind, Steve continues nonchalantly.

“…unless you want it to.”

Natasha doesn’t respond. Her jaw sets just slightly as she stares into her empty mug. Then, with a sigh, she curses herself for even asking Steve.

His words just brought up a flurry of new problems for her.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

She did it again.

She’s doing it again.

What started as a simple spar at your request had quickly escalated—one move leading to another, until she had you pinned flat on the mat. Her knees straddled your hips, hands locking your wrists above your head with effortless control.

You were both breathless, sweat-slicked skin flushed from exertion.

Then you smiled up at her, teeth flashing, that same teasing spark in your eyes that always got under her skin, and Natasha couldn’t look away. Couldn’t think past the heat in her chest. Her gaze dropped, lingering on the curve of your parted lips as you panted beneath her.

And before she could stop herself, she leaned in.

The kiss wasn’t hesitant this time. It was hungry, claiming, as if making up for every second she hadn’t let herself think about the feel of your lips since that night on the couch. Her grip loosened, hands sliding from your wrists to your sides, fingertips brushing over the sliver of skin just above your waistband.

Like before, you didn’t pull away.

Instead, your arms curled around her shoulders, pulling her closer with a quiet urgency. 

Her mouth moved against yours again, and again—slow, deliberate, until your breath caught and you exhaled her name in a moan that made something in her pulse stutter.

“Natasha…”

Her name on your lips.

It cracked through the haze like a whip.

And she freezes.

Reality slams back in, fast and merciless. 

Natasha pulls away suddenly, breathing hard as her eyes search yours. Her hands lift, hovering like she wasn’t sure where to place them anymore.

“Shit,” she mutters, shaken. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

You blink at her, dazed and confused, lips still parted.

But before you can say anything, the door slides open.

“Damn,” Sam’s voice calls out as he steps into the training room, towel slung over his shoulder. He pauses at the sight, then lets out a low whistle and smirks.

“Give her a break, Romanoff. She’s already red in the face.”

Natasha straightens back instinctively, only to realize the flush on your face wasn’t from exertion.

You let out a breath of laughter, dragging a hand through your hair. 

“I’m fine,” you say, voice light, easy. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Your palm lightly taps Natasha’s thigh—a subtle, casual cue.

She blinks at you, still hovering above, startled by how calmly you are taking all of this. Then she shifts, climbing off with fluid grace, but her mind still reels. 

Why weren’t you reacting differently? Why were you acting like what just happened between you two was normal for friends?

You push yourself to your feet and turn to offer your hand down to her.

Without hesitation, she takes it.

Your grip is warm and steady as you help her up. Before she can say anything, you brush your hand over her shoulder, flicking away the dust from your earlier scuffle. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, you pat her cheek twice, a gentle, reassuring touch.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you repeat, softer this time.

And then you walk off coolly and composed, leaving her standing there.

Staring.

Processing.

“What the hell…” Natasha mutters under her breath.

Sam moves beside her, picking up a dumbbell nonchalantly like he hadn’t just walked in on something.

“Hey, Sam?” she asks, still staring after you. 

“Yeah?”

“Friends can kiss, right?” she asks. “Like… that’s a normal thing friends do sometimes?”

Sam pauses mid-curl and turns to look at her with a slow grin. 

“What kind of friends you got, Romanoff?” he chuckles. “’Cause I’d love an introduction.”

Natasha doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are still locked on the door you disappeared through, her thoughts a whirlwind of tangled lines she couldn’t figure out how or if she wanted to untangle.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The movie plays on, its flickering light casting soft shadows across the darkened room. But Natasha isn’t watching it.

She’s trying to. Or at least pretending to.

Her eyes are on the screen, but her mind drifts, tangled in thoughts she can’t quite sort through. The question loops endlessly in her head like a broken reel.

Can friends kiss? Should friends kiss? Did it mean anything?

You shift slightly beside her, and the motion draws her out of the haze. Then comes a soft sound—a small yawn, muffled behind your hand. 

Natasha glances down at you.

Your head rests gently against her shoulder, your body curled comfortably into the side of hers. You’ve been like that for most of the movie—close, warm, familiar. Nothing new for the two of you. 

But now, it feels different. Everything feels different.

She tilts her head toward you slightly. 

“We can stop here if you want,” she offers, her voice low. “You’re tired.”

You shake your head with a sleepy smile, eyes barely open. 

“It’s fine. It’s almost finished anyway.”

Natasha studies your face for a moment longer, searching for something beneath your words. Then she relaxes, leaning her head against yours again, letting the rhythm of your breathing soothe her.

But only a few minutes pass before she feels your body grow heavier against her, your breath evening out. She shifts subtly to glance at you, and sure enough, your eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted in sleep.

A quiet exhale escapes her lips.

She lets the laptop finish playing the credits, then carefully reaches over to close it, setting it on the nightstand without disturbing you too much.

As she leans back again, her eyes linger on you, peaceful and completely unaware of the storm still quietly waging inside her.

She hesitates.

You’d probably sleep better in your own bed. Less risk of a sore neck.

“Hey,” she whispers, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm to wake you. “Want me to carry you to your room?”

You stir, eyes fluttering open, still half-lost in sleep. You look up at her, your gaze soft and unguarded.

“Can I sleep here?”

Natasha stills.

The way your face is tilted toward hers makes her heart stutter. You’re so close, lips parted slightly, your breath warm against her cheek.

Her fingers tighten against the sheets.

She should say no. But she doesn’t.

“…Sure,” she says instead, voice barely audible.

You smile in that sleepy, content way that always makes her chest ache, and shift to lie back more fully on the bed, your head finding the pillow beside hers like it’s always belonged there.

Natasha stays seated for a moment, just watching you. Studying the soft lines of your expression. The trust etched so easily into every part of you.

Then your eye cracks open, lazy and amused, and you pat the empty space beside you.

“Come on,” you murmur. “You should sleep too.”

Natasha swallows.

She moves beneath the covers slowly, cautiously, like the sheets might burn her. The moment her weight settles, you immediately scoot closer, nuzzling into the curve of her body with a comfort that’s almost too much.

She freezes.

Her arms hover mid-air, unsure where to land. Her instincts war with her confusion about the situation.

But then you sigh softly, and it eases something in her. She lets her arms wrap around you, tentatively at first, then fully. Her hand rests lightly against your back.

Your body fits against hers like it was always meant to.

Her heart beats too loud. Her thoughts race too fast.

But your breathing, soft and steady, grounds her.

You’re not overthinking this. You’re not avoiding eye contact or spiraling like she is. You’re just there. 

Maybe she is overreacting.

So she presses her lips to the top of your head, just barely a kiss, light and reverent.

And tells herself it’s fine.

That it’s just something friends do.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The corridor outside the tech lab is mostly quiet, the hum of machinery muffled behind glass walls. Natasha had only meant to drop by to check on some routine data upload from her last mission, but she slows as she rounds the corner and catches sight of you through the glass.

You’re leaning against the counter in the lab, your stance relaxed, familiar. A quiet, polite smile plays on your lips as you speak to one of the newer lab techs, who is a little awkward in their stance and clearly trying to flirt.

Natasha pauses at the entrance, something instinctual anchoring her in place. 

“I just figured,” the technician says, nervously fidgeting with their hands, “maybe we could grab a coffee sometime?”

Natasha blinks. Her fingers tighten unconsciously around the datapad in her hand.

You let out a soft chuckle, not unkind. 

“That’s sweet,” you say, your tone warm but edged with gentle finality, “but I’m actually already seeing someone.”

Natasha frowns, her heart skipping heavily.

Since when?

The lab tech falters only slightly, nodding good-naturedly.

“Ah. No worries. It was worth a shot.”

“We could still be friends,” you offer kindly.

They chuckle lightly as they gather their things, nodding in agreement.

“Well, if they mess up,” the tech jokes, “you know where to find me.”

You smile again, a brief lift of your brow.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They leave, footsteps fading down the hall.

Natasha stays frozen for a beat longer, her brain racing as she tries to understand. A strange, unfamiliar tightness lingers in her chest, something sharp and green and burning low.

Why didn’t you ever tell her you were seeing someone?

The question echoes through her like a bruise, throbbing harder the longer she thinks about it.

A few seconds pass before she finally moves, stepping into view from where she’d been half-hidden around the corner. Her approach is quiet, boots soft on the tile, but you look up at the sound anyway.

“Nat, hey,” you greet, still casual, like you hadn’t just said something that made her stomach drop unexpectedly.

Natasha crosses her arms across her chest.

“Were you ever going to introduce me to them?”

You blink at her, brow furrowing.

“Who?”

“The person you’re seeing.”

There’s a flicker of confusion in your expression, your head tilting slightly as if trying to piece together something obvious that you’ve somehow missed.

“That’d be…difficult,” you answer slowly.

Her heart skips again—this time not from surprise, but from something closer to hurt. 

“Why?” she presses, a little sharper now. “You don’t want them to meet your friends?”

Your mouth parts slightly. You study her, eyes narrowing faintly, not in anger, but in realization. 

“Is that what you are?” you ask quietly. “Just my friend?”

Natasha hesitates. Her arms tighten around herself, defensive.

“I thought I was,” she says with a shrug that tries too hard to be casual.

The silence that follows isn’t long, but it feels like it stretches forever.

You nod slowly, the movement small and almost imperceptible. 

“Right,” you murmur. “My mistake.”

And even though you smile, easy and familiar, there’s a flicker behind it. Something small and wounded that vanishes just as quickly as it appears. Like it costs a little more this time to offer it.

“I thought we were something more.”

Natasha’s lips part in stunned silence.

You shake your head slightly, not in denial, just…regret. 

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.”

Before she can find her voice, before she can reach out and ask what you mean—what she means to you—you step past her.

“I’ve got to prep for my mission,” you say quietly. “I’ll see you after, Nat.”

And then you’re gone.

The hallway seems impossibly still.

Natasha doesn’t move.

She just stands there, frozen in place, her eyes still on the space where you’d been just seconds ago.

I thought we were something more.

The words echo in her chest like a hollow ring of glass about to break.

Natasha presses a hand lightly to her sternum, as if she could push the ache away.

But it lingers. Deep and burning.

She knew it.

She knows it now more than ever.

Friends don’t kiss.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The hangar is nearly silent at this hour, long past the time anyone should still be awake.

But Natasha is.

She leans against a metal railing in the far corner of the bay, arms crossed loosely, her mind racing in quiet loops. The empty stretch of concrete around her does little to ease the restless energy in her body. She’s been replaying your last conversation for hours now, trying to decipher what it meant, what you meant.

The distant hum of turbines pulls her attention up.

The Quinjet descends slowly, its engines quieting as it settles onto the landing pad. Her spine straightens involuntarily. She catches herself smoothing her palm against her thigh, like she’s bracing for something.

The ramp lowers with a hiss, and then there you are.

You spot her the moment you step down.

Your steps falter just a bit, surprised but not displeased. Your expression shifts into something soft and unreadable before you offer a faint smile.

“Hey,” you greet lightly. “You’re still up?”

Natasha picks up on the subtle wariness in your voice. Not distrust, just a layer of confusion she knows she put there.

“I wanted to talk,” she says, quieter now, her arms unfolding slightly. “If that’s okay.”

You pause. Then, after a breath, you nod.

“Yeah… we probably should’ve had this talk before I went around thinking we were something other than friends,” you joke, a little self-deprecating, but not cruel.

Natasha winces, her mouth twitching. She knows she earned that.

You exhale and tilt your head toward the hallway. 

“Come on. Let’s talk in my room. I need to get this mission stink off me.”

She follows without hesitation, grateful for the return of your usual teasing tone.

“Yeah, you do,” she quips back.

You gasp in mock offense, throwing a look over your shoulder. 

“Wow. Brutal honesty? No mercy, huh?”

Natasha just smirks. “Would you prefer lies?”

“Only the flattering kind,” you call as you enter your room.

Natasha follows in after you with a small chuckle. She sits at the edge of your bed, hands in her lap, waiting as you disappear into your bathroom. She hears the rush of water from the shower and feels oddly tense like she’s waiting for a mission to start, but this one requires emotional precision she hasn’t quite mastered.

When the bathroom door finally opens, and you emerge, a towel draped around your shoulders, skin still damp and fresh from the steam, Natasha’s thoughts short-circuit for a moment.

Her gaze catches on the curve of your neck, the soft line of your collarbone—

She tears her eyes away, scolding herself silently.

This is exactly how things got so muddled.

You shoot her an amused look as you dry your hair with the towel. 

“You gonna stare all night or talk?”

Natasha clears her throat, suddenly focused on her hands again. 

“Right. Sorry. I just…wanted to ask something.”

You toss the towel aside as you nod.

“Ask away.”

She hesitates. 

“Why…why did you think we were dating?”

You blink, surprised at the question. Then you let out a soft breath and sit beside her on the bed.

“Well,” you begin, voice easy but edged with a thread of honesty, “months ago, you asked me to go to the Avengers Festival with you. We spent the whole day together. Just us.”

“I thought you’d enjoy it,” Natasha replies quietly.

“I did. And I was even more excited when I thought you were asking me out on a date.”

You glance at her, gauging her reaction.

Natasha’s lips press into a thin line. 

“Only it wasn’t… to me.”

“Right,” you say, a hint of disappointment in your tone before you continue with a sigh. “But then you invited me to that new restaurant for dinner the next night.”

“You mentioned it once. I thought you’d want to go.”

“I did mention it. To Wanda. I didn’t expect you to remember something I had said in passing.”

Natasha lowers her gaze. 

“I do,” she murmurs.

You smile faintly. 

“Then came movie nights. Every week. Just us.”

“You hadn’t seen any of the classics. I thought it’d be fun.”

“And it was,” you say before teasingly adding as you lightly nudge her shoulders. “Especially learning you know all the lines.”

There’s a pause. Then your voice softens.

“Then…you kissed me.”

Natasha’s breath catches.

“Twice,” you continue.

Her eyes flick to yours.

“Three times,” you correct with a small smile, “if we’re counting the one where you got nervous and bailed halfway through, settling for the top of my head instead when you thought I was asleep.”

Natasha swallows, stunned into silence.

“Well?” you ask gently. “You gonna explain? Because last time I checked…”

You shift toward her, slow and deliberate.

“…friends don’t kiss.”

She searches for an answer. Any answer. But none of them feel true. Not the ones she told herself, not the ones that let her avoid the real thing.

“These past days I've been trying to convince myself that kissing didn’t have to mean anything,” Natasha admits, voice small. “That I could just…”

She trails off.

“Avoid what you actually felt?” you offer, your tone gentle, not accusatory.

She meets your eyes then, and something in her cracks. 

“Maybe I just didn’t want to admit I wanted something more. Because if I did…and you didn’t…”

“I did,” you interrupt softly.

Your hand lifts to her hair, your fingers brushing a few loose strands back, tucking them gently behind her ear.

“I do.”

Her breath trembles.

You stroke her cheek with your thumb, grounding her.

“No more mixed signals, Nat,” you say with a playful edge, though your eyes are sincere. “You’re gonna have to be more direct, or I’ll start thinking I made it all up.”

She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her hands slide to your waist as she pulls you closer, steady and sure.

“Tomorrow night…will you go out with me?” she murmurs.

You grin, raising a brow.

“On a date?”

She nods, smiling now too.

“On a date.”

You lean your forehead against hers.

“Then I’d love to.”

There’s a beat of stillness, warmth blooming in the quiet between you. Then Natasha’s gaze flicks behind you toward the bed and back at you, one brow rising.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

You raise an amused brow.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You smirk playfully.

“Because, in case you’re unsure…” you whisper, tilting your head closer to hers. “…friends don’t typically sleep with each other either.”

Natasha’s eyes sparkle, a soft smile forming on her face.

“Then it’s a good thing,” she says, drawing you in, her voice a low murmur at your lips, “that we’re not just friends anymore.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: a little something as I procrastinate on my series 😅 thank you for reading!

[okaylikeschaewon]

Hot Couture

~15k words, smut with basically no plot

The door to the hotel room shot open and in walked one of the most beautiful Japanese girls you have ever laid your eyes on. She walked briskly across the room to where you were sitting, her eyes locked on yours, hips swaying like a model with each step.

“Welcome back beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Momo sighed, tossing her bag to the side and wasting no time in straddling your lap, “miss me?”

“All day,” you replied. Your hands quickly found their way to Momo’s body, like two opposing magnets, like a moth to a flame, it just felt as easy as breathing. “I was looking at some videos, you looked great.”

“You should have just come,” Momo voiced, tinged with that adorable little whine, accompanied quietly with a slight pout on her lips and a focused expression as her fingers worked on unbuttoning your shirt – she could make you melt in her hands. “You could have seen me in person instead of through a screen.”

“I told you I already had plans,” you sighed as you lifted your back off the chair and helped her out. “And I couldn’t bail just like that.”

“Why not?” Momo grunted, smiling proudly once she eventually managed to yank your shirt off. “It’s just dinner, surely I’m worth more than that, no?”

“It wasn’t just dinner. And how exactly do you imagine that conversation would go?” you chuckled, kneading your fingers into her ass through her shorts. “How do I even explain this? ‘Oh, last night I hooked up with a girl, she’s actually famous and she invited me to attend her concert tonight, I have to cancel, sorry, fuck your meeting!’”

“Sounds reasonable enough to me,” Momo purred, sliding a finger down your chest. She leaned in and kissed your neck softly a couple of times, her warm breath brushing smoothly against your skin. “That’s exactly what happened anyway.”

“They’d never believe it. I still don’t entirely know if I believe this yet,” you murmured as your hands mustered up the audacity to slide down the back of Momo’s shorts and into her panties.

“Oh you better believe it,” Momo’s breath grazed your skin softly as she filled the room with the sound of her wet kisses on your skin. “The night’s only just starting, and I have all of tomorrow to recover this time.”

“Your friends?”

“They stopped for food, we have enough time,” Momo replied casually, before sucking hard against your neck. “I can already feel how… ready… you are, it would be a shame to waste more time, don’t you think?”

“I’ve been ready ever since last night,” you moaned softly as Momo’s fingers made their way to your lap. “Seriously, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

“And why would you?” Momo whispered, finally leaving your neck with a temporary tattoo of her lips before leaning back, slipping off her top and bra in a singular, swift movement.

There they were – so fucking captivating, alluring, absolutely entrancing, staring right back at you. You could never take your eyes off her tits, something you realized very soon after you met Momo. They were so delightful. Heavy and perky, accentuated further by Momo’s thin waist and framed pleasantly by her adorably-mischievous smile that you paid absolutely no attention to – no, you were too fixated on just one, rather two, things about her right now.

“Where the fuck have you been my whole life,” you moaned as blood rushed to your cock.

“What matters is that I’m here now,” Momo smirked, pinching her nipples gently and tilting her head back, softening her features.

“Then let’s stop wasting time,” you replied, giving her ass a hard spank. “Lead the way sweetheart.”

“Come on then,” Momo matched your energy as she hopped off your lap and dropped to her knees next to you. She propped herself up with her elbows on the couch next to you and turned to face you - ass up, back arched. “Don’t leave a girl waiting.”

“Never,” you moaned, nearly drooling at the sight of Momo lowering her shorts down to her knees and arching her back for you. “Especially not if that girl is you.”

In just a fraction of a second, you removed the rest of your clothes and found yourself on your knees behind Momo with nothing but a tiny pair of purple panties covering her fit body. You gave yourself a couple of quick strokes, taking a moment to make the most of the view, before bringing your hand down hard onto Momo’s ass, squeezing deep before yanking down her panties.

“Fuck,” you moaned at the view. Your heart rate skyrocketed as Momo’s pussy glistened before you – she was calling to you. Pressure was building up between your legs as your cock began leaking just at the thought of taking her. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Then fuck me, now.” she purred, looking back at you over her shoulder. “Give it to me hard, make me scream again.”

“You’ll me screaming alright,” you mumbled as you fumbled with your tip around her pussy, “but not yet.”

Before slipping it in, to Momo’s audible frustration, you pulled your tip away. Instead, because you honestly couldn’t control yourself, you gently spread her cheeks and leaned forward, pressing your tongue firmly against her pussy. She’d have to wait just a bit, because you needed a taste.

Momo was upset, you knew it. You may have only met her a day ago, but if there was one thing you knew about her it was that she loved getting dicked and hated waiting. Really, more than anything, nothing made her feel better – except maybe a fresh load in her mouth, that was a close second. Nonetheless, Momo played along, letting you enjoy that body she worked so hard to build.

“You like eating my pussy, don’t you?” Momo moaned softly, grinding her hips in small circles as you ate her out. “Oh baby, I can feel your tongue inside me.”

In an act of pure desperation and lust, you shoved your face as far forward as it could go, closing your eyes as Momo’s ass cheeks pressed into your face. You sucked, licked, and lapped up as much of her as physically possible, like a starving animal finally getting fed. Once you felt your lungs begging for air, after getting her nice and wet, you pulled back and took a deep gasp.

It wasn’t easy, you felt like you were physically and mentally fighting your own body as you tried to pull back. It just made no sense, you had two equal parts begging you to keep your mouth glued between her cheeks while the other half wanted nothing more than to shove your cock into Momo’s soft pussy.

She was drenched at this point, beads sliding down her inner thighs. You rubbed her pussy, slipping a finger in for just a moment to feel how wet she was inside, coating your palm in her wetness as she flowed down your hand. You used her slick to coat your shaft before sliding forward and pressing your tip against her pussy.

“Come on, fuck me,” Momo whined, dropping her face into the seat cushion and spreading her cheeks for you. Her patience was wearing thin by now. She spat on her palm and reached back between her legs, grabbing your shaft and stroking it slowly. That clawing motion she made against your tip was unreal, she had full control of you right now.

The teasing didn’t last long, only a few more seconds of toying with her was all you managed before you just had to slip it in, really, it was like you had no other option, no more power. She felt good, amazing even. Momo’s pussy beautifully hugged your cock, squeezing it tight, clamping down hard. You eased yourself all the way in, nearly tearing your lower lip open as you bit into it subconsciously. Fuck, this felt nice.

“Oh you’re so big,” Momo cooed, letting go of her ass and gripping the cushions until her knuckles turned white. “You make me feel so full.”

“Momo you feel so good,” you grunted, giving her ass another rough slap as you took grip of her body.

The view was perfect, you were completely enthralled by your cock disappearing inside Momo’s pussy. The way her cute ass would bounce, the way her pussy gripped your cock, almost as if it was begging for you to stay inside her body, it was divine.

With just a few rhythmic pumps into Momo’s pussy you quickly realized how impossible it was to hold back. Adjusting yourself forward, sense of control rapidly disappearing, you began thrusting harder. Each one sending shockwaves through her body. Soon, you found yourself intoxicated with the view yet again – your cock plunging into Momo from behind, her perfectly sculpted body accepting it.

“I want more,” she gasped, “I need more.”

The next couple of minutes went by in a blur. It felt amazing. For all you know, it wasn’t even minutes, it could have been seconds or hours, it was just pure euphoria. What you realized though was that no matter how hard you pumped, Momo could take it. Your brain was falling in love with this girl, the harder you went the more she got into it, this was all you wanted – she was all you wanted. Your entire purpose in this world became fucking Momo with every ounce of strength in your body.

So you did just that, and she still took it. With sweat dripping down your body, lactic acid burning your muscles from within, you pushed and pushed well past the physical limitations of your body. In this moment, you could do anything, and that anything was Momo. She was everything. She was yours – yours to fuck.

“That’s right!” Momo cried out. “Fuck me baby, til I can’t walk! Fuck, please!”

A miracle was the only thing stopping you from unloading inside her right now. The delight of riding your orgasm to the absolute edge was shooting pleasure up your spine at a rate you simply, physically could not handle. You could feel your body beginning to go numb as all sensation became hyper-focused in one spot. You had no idea how long you had been plowing Momo anymore – nothing really made sense anymore truthfully. The harder you tried to understand the world around you, the less anything mattered.

If this wasn’t enough for Momo, you’d have to make it up to her later, because that was it. You had hit your breaking point – your body was done. In a sudden rush, a heavy wave of pure ecstasy filled your body as you launched your first gush of white as deep into Momo’s pussy as possible. Each following pump felt better and better until slowly, eventually, you felt yourself regaining your senses.

And as your brain began making sense of the fog, the unbelievably addicting feeling of euphoria soaring through your cock was becoming overwhelming. Momo’s warm body, the perfect blanket for your shaft, slowly massaged as you eased yourself back and forth a few final times before falling forward into Momo’s body, embedding your cock deep inside her pussy.

As you felt your cock eventually empty itself, you became acutely aware of how deep into Momo’s cheeks your fingers were pressing. You let go of her, giving her ass another hard slap, earning you a muffled, low energy shriek from Momo as she pressed her face into the cushions. She looked as spent as you right now with her entire body heaving up and down and a slight tremble in her legs.

Gingerly, you stood up, leaving your cum leaking out of Momo’s body, and took a seat on the couch next to her. She turned to look up at you, face flushed with pressure, a small bit of a sweat forcing her cute bangs to stick to her forehead. You brushed her hair out of her face as she smiled at you.

“I can feel your cum dripping out of me,” Momo giggled, scooting over a bit closer to you. “So warm.”

“Sorry, couldn’t hold back.”

“That’s a dumb apology,” she lifted herself up slightly and moved over your lap.

“Momo!” you cried out, body jolting as she took your cock into her mouth. “Please, it’s too…”

“Sensitive?” Momo smiled as she let your cock slip from her mouth. “I love watching you squirm,” she added before sliding her tongue along your shaft.

Initially, you found yourself pulling back again, wincing as sensation shot up your spine, but she was gentle - it began feeling good, really good, like a massage for your cock.

“Round two? How long do you need?” Momo asked excitedly, her tongue finding your tip and prodding it with utmost care. “I think we still have time.”

“You sure? I really don’t want your friend to walk in on this,” you asked, gently stroking Momo’s hair as she played with your cock. “What was her name? Sana? She didn’t seem too fond of me last night.”

“Oh look at you, learning our names,” Momo chuckled, giving your balls a final kiss before getting up and sitting next to you. “Don’t worry about her, she was just jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Of you,” Momo answered, reaching between her legs and spreading the mess you left around her pussy. “It’s not very often one of us finds someone fuckable who isn’t a starry-eyed fan.”

“Fuckable… I’ll take it.”

“Shut up,” Momo rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, fans can be fun too, but there’s something nice about a person who isn’t really aware of who we are.”

“I must admit,” you glanced down at her chest. “I feel like I’ve been missing out.”

“That’s fine,” Momo smirked, grabbing your hand and placing it on her tits, “plenty of time to catch up.”

“Hey, I’ve actually already been working on it,” you chuckled. “Momo, Sana, Mina, you’re all Japanese, you sing and dance.”

“Wow great job, you really did a deep search. A for effort!” Momo chuckled. “I know you didn’t do much more than Google our names if you’re scared of Sana.”

“Huh?”

“That girl is sunshine and rainbows,” Momo laughed before suddenly the door clicked and her smile disappeared. “Oh shit–”

Almost as if on cue, the door swung open, and sure enough in the doorway stood the girl of the conversation.

“Oh my God,” Sana stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her as she threw her bag onto the dresser. “I see why you weren’t checking your phone.”

“You’re back early,” Momo commented casually, crossing her legs and arms in an attempt to maintain some dignity.

“Yeah, and you’d know that if you weren’t too busy getting fucked,” Sana snapped. “One request. All I asked is that you don’t use your stupid toy in front of me.”

“It’s not my fault you changed your plans,” Momo shook her head, a smile creeping up on her face. “Sana, don’t be so upset, if you want you can use him too.”

“Um excuse me–” you began.

“Shut up,” both of the girls snapped in unison.

Sana suddenly began eyeing you up and down – never in your life have you felt so judged. The most embarrassing part was how quickly your cock came alive as Sana stared at you, and your hands definitely weren’t doing a great job of concealing yourself. It was almost comical how quickly the tone in the room shifted. Sana went from ready to murder to something much more akin to curiosity. Instead of glaring at you, she seemed to be admiring, and for some reason you were becoming incredibly shy in front of her.

“Hmm,” Sana hummed softly, taking off her jacket and tossing it aside, leaving her in nothing but a crop top and skirt. “Who said that’s what I want?”

“I think he likes you,” Momo teased, grabbing your wrists and uncovering your cock. “He’s probably bored of fucking me by now.”

“N-No, I… I’m…”

“Look at that, he can’t even speak anymore,” Momo giggled as she took hold of your shaft, teasingly stroking it. “Come on Sana, I know you want this, it could be yours.” Momo bent down over your lap, facing Sana, and slid her tongue up your shaft. You found yourself shutting your eyes tight as Momo began swirling her tongue around your tip. This girl already knew how to make you click, and it only took one night. “I know he wants you, too, I can taste it.”

Sana, still wearing that sharp – almost aggressive – expression, stepped forward until she was right in front of you. She held eye contact, not even glancing at your cock as Momo, who sat back up, stroked it. No, she was fully focused on staring into your eyes, which felt as if she was staring directly into your soul. Even as she straddled you, just like Momo did earlier, pressing her body against your cock, she still kept her eyes glued to yours – and damn her eyes were stunning.

“Is it true?” Sana whispered, placing her hands on your shoulders. “Do you want me?”

Instead of embarrassing yourself with the inability to form words, you chose to nod – perhaps a bit too enthusiastically – Sana definitely noticed.

The tiniest of smiles teased her lips before she spoke again. “And what makes you think I want you?” she asked, her voice almost too innocent for the situation.

“Well, you’re sitting on my cock right now,” you spoke clearly as you finally found your voice.

“And yet,” she let go of your shoulders and leaned away, “you haven’t even put your hands on me.”

“I…” you hated your brain right now as you lost your voice just as quickly as you found it. Usually you’d be quick with it, but Sana had you turned to mush, it felt like you were lost in a field of haze. “Because I…”

“Why are you so nervous?” Sana whispered, moving her face closer to yours. “Are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“Do you not like me?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“So you like me?”

“I just met you.”

She smirked, bringing her hands back to your shoulders.

“What do you like most?” Sana whispered the question, annoyingly confident, as she began slowly moving her hips back and forth, as slowly as physically possible. “Don’t be shy, tell me.”

The way she pressed her body a bit harder against your cock, or perhaps because of how she stuck her chest up towards your face just a bit more, you knew she wanted you to touch her. That being said, your answer must have caught her off guard – at least a bit.

“You have a sweet smile.”

She kept a straight face, still staring deep into your pupils.

“I’m not smiling.”

“Behind this act you’re trying to put on,” you continued. “I can see why you’re so popular now, pictures don’t do your beauty justice.”

Thankfully, she was at least slightly flustered by your choice of words, you were sure of it. The way she blinked faster and the way her cheeks betrayed her facade by staining a light pink, she couldn’t hide how she felt. She even stopped grinding against you, the only part of her that remained composed was her gaze. That ethereal confidence she was sporting just seconds ago was fluttering away as she became shy herself, and your own confidence began returning.

“That’s very kind of you…” Sana muttered, her sharp gaze slowly fading, “...but you–”

“I can see it in your eyes,” you cut her off. “Modern-day Aphrodite, I get it now, I get why you can make stadiums scream, I get why there are hours and hours of you all over YouTube, every angle possible, every moment captured. Fans wouldn’t dare to miss even a breath.”

“I don’t–”

“It’s not that I want to fuck you, really, not that simple,” you cut her off. “I want to make love to you, all night. I want to hear that beautiful voice scream and moan, I want you gasping for more, I want you begging for more, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

“You–”

“And I won’t stop until you can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if you can or can’t walk tomorrow, I don’t care if you spend the whole day in bed,” you continued. “I want to make this the best night of your life, one you’ll think about forever, one you’ll crave for the rest of your life, a feeling you’ll be chasing. I’ll do it all, whatever you need for however long you want.”

Did she know she was biting her lip?

“A girl like you deserves–”

“What the fuck,” it was Momo’s turn to interject, “at this point even I want to fuck her.”

Ignoring the smile that crept up on your lips, you continued staring Sana in the eyes. “Maybe you don’t want me, that’s your choice to make,” you whispered softly, now that the dynamic had shifted into your favor, “but you’re still sitting on my lap.”

Sana opened her mouth for a moment and paused, as if she couldn’t find the words, before she gently closed her mouth again, cheeks bright red. At this point, words didn’t really need to be shared – you both knew what the other wanted.

“What do you say?” you whispered, placing your hands up the sides of her thighs. “Are you going to let me make your night?”

Each inch of Sana’s body felt amazing as you began to slowly slide up her leg. You pressed with modest trepidation, very intentionally keeping your hands moving as slowly as you could up her side. She felt so tender, perfect in your hands, the ideal body. Your hands made their way leisurely towards her hips where they found refuge, the thought of holding Sana’s body down against your cock while the thought of fucking her began engulfing your mind, and at this point it was the only thing on your mind.

“Then what are you–” the words hadn’t even escaped her lips before she was picked up and turned around, her back dropped onto the couch where you were sitting just a second ago. “Waiting for…” she gasped out the rest of her thought, eyes wide in pure lust and desire for you.

“Ooooooooh,” Momo cheered, giggling as she watched the show, sliding up next to Sana on the couch and helping her friend take off her top. “Finally.”

And for the first time, Sana’s eyes moved to your cock properly. You began smiling as you saw her lick her lips, probably without even realizing it. She was completely engrossed in the sight of your cock, you could probably make her beg right now if you really wanted to – yet, you had no desire to do such a thing. You let her enjoy the view as much as you were enjoying the view of Momo unclasping her bra, freeing Sana’s tits.

Maybe it was because you wanted her just as badly as she wanted you. She was, after all, truly one of the most beautiful girls you had ever seen in your life. It was an odd type of lust, the fibers in your brain were being torn apart; on one hand you wanted to fuck her softly for the rest of the night, and on the other hand you wanted nothing more than to fill her up in under a minute.

The only thing that was certain was that you wanted – no, needed – to fuck this girl right now. Laying there, cheeks rosy pink, Sana looked up at you again. The sheer desire in her eyes, the vulnerability of her slightly parted lips, each breath deep, legs bent at the knees waiting for your next move. You reached forward and flipped her skirt up, the fabric bundling up around her slim waist.

She was wearing light pink panties, stained completely dark in the crotch at this point. The scene before you had your cock twitching – relief was coming soon, you told yourself. First, on pure instinctual lust, you dropped to your knees and pressed your face forward, just like you did with Momo.

Her taste, her scent, her everything was unbelievably intoxicating. Just the thought of having your face between the legs of this goddess, the type of girls men would go to war for, was enough to make you blow. You couldn’t take it any longer, with one swift pull you exposed Sana’s pussy.

A faint gasp escaped her lips before immediately transforming into a soft moan as you pressed your lips against her pussy, no fabric in the way this time. You pushed your tongue into her entrance as deep as it could go, succumbing to her taste, engulfing as much of her pussy as you physically could in your mouth.

She began moaning hard, the sign that you couldn’t stop. In fact, it was probably a crime to stop right now with the way she was gasping with each flick of your tongue. She was so turned on that anything you did was sending her to the moon, the smallest little bits of pressure against her soft pussy was all it took. You’ve never had it so easy before and you were addicted.

And fuck she tasted good. The thought of fucking her was temporarily erased by the mind-numbing experience of pressing your tongue against her clit. You were pretty sure it felt better for you than it did for her at this point, somehow, not that it made any sense. Yet, you were so invested into eating out Sana’s pussy that you barely noticed each time her leg would jerk and hit the side of your face, and soon even the sounds of her moans were fading away.

Your world was just Sana’s pussy. Not even your throbbing cock was enough to distract you from it, and at this point you had honestly forgotten about the other naked Japanese girl in the room. Right now was Sana’s turn, her pussy was all you had to worry about. Her pussy was all that you would worry about.

After showing her clit some love, just for a moment, you pressed your mouth against her entrance again, teasing around it with your tongue as your lips gently massaged her pussy. You would go back and kiss her clit from time to time, but your focus was on pressing your tongue flat against her skin and pushing down from side to side. At this point you weren’t entirely sure if it was your own saliva or Sana’s pussy that was filling your mouth, but it was becoming impossible to swallow it all.

Sana had to be the wettest woman on the planet right now, surely. Her pussy became a fountain at this point, filling up your mouth as you desperately tried to lap it all up, leaking all over your chin. As if there was any doubt anymore, the ultimate confirmation came alongside a shrill shriek as Sana’s pussy squirted deep into your mouth.

As she squirted in your face, you began moving your head side to side, urging her to let the pleasure flow through her body. You had it down to a science at this point, quickly adjusting as you noticed what worked for her – it helped that she was so vocal. You worked her pussy until your upper body was soaked, and then you pressed your lips down to her body again, revelling in her taste some more.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of Sana’s mess, you backed up, gasping for air. Sana, face completely flushed, stared at you with her chest heaving up and down. You lunged forward, palming one of her tits while shoving your mouth against her lips. With your other hand, you fumbled around with your cock between her legs, trying to find her entrance. It was so incredibly wet, you weren’t sure if it was possible.

Once you finally felt your tip against her, you brought both of your hands up to her face, holding her warmly with the kiss and pushing your hips forward. She gasped into your mouth hard before launching her head back. You leaned back as well, watching with jubilant appetency as inch by inch your cock disappeared into Sana’s pussy.

She was the perfect fit, warm and wet, squeezing your shaft gloriously. You were completely mesmerized by Sana’s body. With pure pleasure, you watched your cock enter her pussy over and over and over, her soft tits bouncing up and down in small circles with each slow, methodical thrust. You started slow, giving her all the time she needed to adjust to your cock, easing it in all the way before pulling back. It felt amazing. Part of you felt like cumming already, but you couldn’t just yet, not after just three pumps – imagine her disappointment.

Your hands made their way to her hips, holding her down, slightly pulling her back onto your cock each time you pumped into her pussy, speeding up drastically now. You squeezed down, and the added roughness was working as you felt her pussy tighten around your cock. She spread her legs wider, shutting her eyes tight with her mouth open.

Momo, clearly interested in getting involved, leaned over and began kissing Sana. Seeing their tits squishing against each other nearly launched you over the edge, but you slowed down just enough to hold yourself back. In fact, you found yourself stopping entirely, knowing just one more thrust would have you cumming buckets inside Sana’s pussy, and you simply watched as the two girls made out.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a wave of jealousy hit you. Sana almost looked like she was more into the kiss with Momo than she was with you – and that absolutely couldn’t be the case, you wouldn’t let it. You grabbed her legs and yanked her off the couch into your arms, ignoring her squeal as you turned her around and bent her over the couch.

“What the fuck,” Sana gasped before taking a drawn-out inhale as you pushed your cock into her again, pressing your hand against her lower back.

That long, satisfied breath she took was to die for, her soft and sultry voice was making your cock throb. That alone nearly sent you over the edge yet again as you used all of your power to hold back.

Momo got off the couch with a smirk and walked around your body, picking up on what just happened immediately. She wrapped her arms tenderly around you, leaning right up against your ear as you began pumping Sana from behind.

“Don’t be upset babe,” she whispered, her breath giving you the energy to fuck Sana even faster. “She’s still yours to fuck, all yours, no one else can take her from you and your big cock.”

Momo’s whispers almost sent you into a frenzy, and again you had to slow down to enjoy the moment some more.

“And when I say she’s all yours, I really mean all,” Momo whispered, giving your earlobe a small nibble before letting go of you and sitting on the couch next to Sana.

Momo leaned over, spreading Sana’s cheeks wide for you while staring up at you, both of you making eye contact as Sana cried out in pleasure. Then, slowly, Momo bent over, still staring right at you, and gently rubbed her tongue against Sana’s asshole, toying with it.

“Momo!” Sana gasped as her pussy gushed out onto your cock again.

“What do you say?” Momo teased, slowly rubbing a finger against Sana’s asshole as you plowed her pussy. “I think she wants it.”

“Fuck…” you moaned, incapable of forming a sentence, before slowly pulling your cock out.

“That’s right,” Momo smiled. “You should take what you want.”

This was actually happening – you were about to fuck Sana in the ass. Before that, however, you took Momo’s advice and grabbed the back of her head, guiding her to your shaft. You pushed yourself down Momo’s throat as far as you could go. The desire to shove your cock down Momo’s mouth just came out of nowhere, and you didn’t bother thinking before acting.

“Not exactly what I meant,” Momo gasped, coughing slightly as you let go of her face before smiling up at you.

“Not my fault, you just look so damn good with my cock in your mouth,” you teased, giving her a small pat on the cheek.

“Come on,” Sana moaned quietly as she rubbed her pussy, shaking her ass towards you. She was still dripping all over her inner thighs.

“Sana,” you mumbled, rubbing your tip against her asshole. “Can I?”

“Just do it, stop asking,” Sana moaned in response, looking back over her shoulder at you and winking.

This girl would be the death of you – how the fuck did you end up here? Momo, just as excited for what was about to happen as you, leaned over Sana’s body and let her saliva spill from her lips before using her fingers to coat Sana’s asshole.

“She’s playing it up,” Momo giggled, teasing a finger into Sana’s asshole. “You should see what I’ve put in here.”

“Momo!” Sana groaned, hitting her on the arm.

“Don’t be shy now,” Momo replied with a mischievous little smirk. “After the mess you’ve already made everywhere, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about anymore.”

“Give her a break,” you chuckled as you lined yourself up with Sana’s asshole.

“Not like you’re going to,” Momo replied as she positioned herself on the couch in front of Sana and spread her legs.

With Sana preoccupied with Momo’s pussy, you took the opportunity to push your cock in. It definitely wasn’t her first time. Still, you went slowly as her asshole was incredibly tight nonetheless, but damn did it feel good. It was a whole different sensation, tight and warm, not as wet, but so tight.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, adjusting your posture to give better leverage. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Not too hard,” Sana’s muffled voice cried out softly.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you grunted, pushing your cock halfway into her body.

Her toned back was fully flexed before you, sweat filled each sexy little ridge her muscles made. You eased yourself into a gentle rhythm before fixing your gaze on Momo. The girl had her eyes closed, hand on the back of Sana’s head, and the other hand cupping a breast. The view before you was actually to die for.

For Sana’s sake, you only pushed your cock halfway into her ass with each thrust as you could see her straining. It still felt great, you had nothing to complain about, and you were starting to feel yourself getting closer.

Alternating between slow and fast was how you kept yourself going long enough to see Momo cum against Sana’s face. You paused for a moment, letting Sana focus fully on Momo’s pussy. It was a glorious view, Momo’s tits up towards the roof as she arched her back while Sana fully committed to eating her pussy.

Then, as Momo relaxed, you went back to the task at hand and started slamming into Sana’s ass again. This time, she was tighter, and you could tell she was struggling a lot more. You only got a few more thrusts in before Sana gasped out and reached a hand back against your thigh.

“Alright enough!” Sana screamed out, pushing you away, moaning as you pulled your cock out of her ass. “Please, I need a break.”

“First time I’ve ever seen you tap out,” Momo teased as she got off the couch and grabbed Sana’s hand. “Was that too much?”

“No,” Sana whined as she rubbed her asshole. “I just haven’t done that in a while.”

“Come here, let me make it all better,” Momo giggled, guiding Sana to the bed where she lay her down with her head towards the base. Momo climbed onto the bed between Sana’s legs before motioning for you to come over. “We haven’t done this in a while either.”

“That’s because you never share your toys,” Sana pouted as she craned her neck upwards towards you and opened her mouth.

“Don’t stand there like an idiot, you know what she wants,” Momo laughed before disappearing between Sana’s legs.

In this position, with Sana’s adorable eyes looking up at you, just slightly squinted as Momo worked her pussy, you felt a rush of warmth shoot up your body. The moment you stepped up to the bed, Sana had already started licking your cock, pressing her tongue against the base of your shaft where it met your balls.

“Fuck that’s nice,” you moaned, stroking yourself.

“Come on,” Sana looked up at you and let out the most adorable little giggle you’ve ever heard. “Shove it down my neck.”

Who were you to deny that request? While trying to hide how excited you were, you slowly pressed down on your cock and slipped it between Sana’s lips, entering her warm mouth. Just like when you tried her asshole, her mouth was also an entirely new experience. It was nice and wet, and her tongue was working magic against your cock.

Then there was the sound. The gentle gagging, a mix of slurping and moaning, it all made for the most mind-numbing experience ever. You barely moved your hips, you just let Sana do the work, and she knew how to use her mouth. She strained her neck as far back as she could to get your cock as deep as possible.

For the next couple of minutes, the three of you were in your own little worlds. Momo, happy as ever, was enjoying Sana’s pussy to her heart’s content, while you got to enjoy Sana’s mouth, and Sana herself was having the best time of all as her whole body was vibrating and trembling in pleasure.

Then, over all the noise Sana was making against your cock, there was a knock on the door. Your heart skipped a beat as you paused for a moment, worried you were about to get caught. It didn’t last long, though, as Momo took care of your concern.

“I got it,” Momo lifted her head up from between Sana’s legs, wiping her chin with the back of her hand and quickly wrapping a towel around her body. “It’s probably Mina, she doesn’t have a key.”

“Should I stop?” you asked as you gave Sana another chance to breathe, stroking your cock gently above her face.

“Does it look like she wants you to stop?” Momo giggled before giving you a slap on the ass and walking over to the door.

In front of you, Sana was extending her neck to reach up and lick your balls, with her fingers replacing Momo’s face between her legs.

“Just a bit more,” Sana moaned, rubbing her pussy frantically. “I’m really close, please, fill my throat just a bit longer.”

What a fucking request. With that, you pushed your cock downwards slightly and slipped it back into Sana’s mouth, grazing your balls against her face as you pushed all the way into her throat. Sure enough, through all the cock you had in her mouth, she screamed out loudly into the hotel room. She clamped her legs down on her hand and started shaking and trembling all around the bed with your cock still down her throat.

While watching her finger herself desperately, you bent forward and cupped her tits in your hands, playing with the soft skin between your hands while shoving your cock deeper down her neck. You could see the outline of your shaft pressing against her skin, threatening to go all the way down, to hit the back of her throat. Once she was done, you pulled out of her mouth slowly, leaving a mess of Sana’s saliva all over your cock.

“Thank you,” Sana gasped, staring up at you for a moment trying to catch her breath before sitting up. “Your turn.”

“That’s–”

Sana hushed you before laying down flat on her stomach and looking over her shoulder at you. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up,” she said casually while shaking her ass at you. “I’m all yours.”

“You’re fucking insatiable,” you mumbled as you climbed on the bed at pressed your cock between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down slowly.

“Fuck me, as much as you can,” Sana giggled, spreading her cheeks with both hands to give you more room between them.

With her holes staring beautifully right into your eyes, you grabbed your cock and slipped it into her soft pussy once more, thrusting into her slowly.

“Oh fuck that’s right, that’s good – oh yes that’s perfect,” Sana purred softly. “Grab my neck.”

For the first time, you hesitated at Sana’s request. She noticed the pause, glaring back at you over her shoulder as you fucked her steadily, her ass jiggling with each thrust. She didn’t have to say anything, the look was all you needed for you to wrap your fingers around her neck.

As soon as you squeezed, you felt her pussy tighten. It was fucking magical. You’ve never felt better, pure ecstasy, a high like no other. Her pussy was just perfect, and you found yourself pressing your body down against hers, pushing your cock in deeper than ever with each thrust. Then, you leaned closer to her ear.

“You just love it when you can’t breathe, don’t you?” you whispered into Sana’s ears as you pressed your fingers harder against her neck. “The harder I squeeze, the tighter you get.”

“Then hurry up and fucking use me,” Sana rasped, completely out of breath still. “However you want, for as long as you want, make my world go numb.”

“You mean–”

“Anything, fill my little asshole up if you want, I don’t care,” she moaned before dropping her face into a pillow. “But this time if you’re fucking to fuck my ass, go all the way in.”

“I love you,” you moaned spontaneously as you pulled your cock out and lined it up with her asshole.

“Yeah sure, now tell me that when you’re not about to fuck my asshole and maybe I’ll believe you,” Sana giggled. “Also this time, don’t stop. No matter how much I scream, fuck me until you cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“I want you to fuck my ass until you fill me up,” she repeated firmly before turning away from you and bracing her body. “Now stop asking questions and hurry up – go until you finish.”

“Really Sana, I might just love you,” you mumbled, and before she could reply you pushed your cock deep into her ass.

“Oh fuck!” Sana cried out as she pressed her face down into the bed, tensing up her body.

Unlike last time, you were thrusting your entire cock into her ass, and you had to admit it felt a lot better. Still as tight as ever, but more accepting, Sana’s ass was divine, a warm envelope that soothed and massaged every cell in your body. You didn’t bother easing in slowly at all, from the first thrust into Sana’s ass you were already making sure she was taking your entire length.

With your hips moving at full speed, you wrapped your fingers around Sana’s neck again, and for the last few moments of ecstasy, you went as hard as you could, giving it your all. That pure bliss, melting away all your worries, it was a feeling you could never get sick of, a feeling you’d dream about for years to come, and that feeling was how amazing Sana’s ass felt on your cock.

As quickly as it started, you felt the end approach. One thing was certain, you were going to follow Sana’s wish, and with a final – deep and hard – thrust, you felt your cock start unloading into Sana’s ass. Some jumble of words, or maybe just sounds, escaped your lips as your entire body went numb, the only sensation reaching your brain was the euphoria shooting through your cock as you held it steady, deep inside Sana’s asshole.

Sana, the angel she was, lay there and took it all, never once complaining, gently moving her hips up against your body, back and forth just slowly enough to massage your cum out. She waited patiently until you finished, until you pulled out and gave her the reprieve she so desperately needed. Even then, with her ass full of your cum, she didn’t care about how harsh that was, instead she simply lay there as relaxed as ever.

With all that was happening, you didn’t even notice that Mina, the third member, was sitting on the other bed watching everything intently. Momo, who sat next to her, slowly got up from the bed and lay down on top of Sana. Momo immediately shoved her face between Sana’s cheeks, her cum-addiction coming through in full force as she began sucking it right out of Sana’s asshole.

While they had their moment, you took the opportunity to get up and walk over to Mina. You walked up to her with all the bravado from the high Sana just gave you, but you immediately felt a bit awkward being completely naked, stared at by Mina. She looked so elegant and graceful even while sitting there, and she had you all embarrassed, so, you quickly grabbed Momo’s discarded towel and wrapped it around your waist before sitting down next to Mina.

“Hey,” you smiled at her warmly.

“H-Hey,” she stammered back, her eyes dropping down to your body for a moment before her cheeks blushed red. She turned away from you and took another sip from the wine bottle she had on the side table.

“Straight from the bottle, classy.”

“Y-Yeah,” she replied, nearly dropping the half-emptied bottle as she went to put it back. “Sometimes, a glass is just too much work.”

“I get that–”

“Oh!” she quickly reached for the bottle again. “I’m sorry, I forgot to offer.”

“Thank you,” you smiled once more, grabbing the bottle with one hand and her wrist with the under. It was adorable how much she was shaking, and it was extremely obvious she was nervous. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

Honestly, after everything you just experienced, you were feeling bolder than ever. You moved a bit closer to Mina, the towel you had wrapped around your waist slipping off as you reached over her to put the bottle of wine back. “Oops,” you chuckled as Mina’s face burned red. “I guess there’s no reason to hide, you did just watch me and Sana.”

“Umm, yeah,” Mina stammered, her eyes repeatedly darting towards your crotch before she would try to look away.

“Tell me,” you leaned in closer to her and placed a hand around her body, resting it against her hip, “are you just as wild as your friends?”

Mina looked down at your hand, almost as if she was scared, before looking back up at you.

“N-No, definitely not,” she answered nervously. “I just like to watch.”

After letting go of her hip, you stood up from the bed and faced towards her. You tossed the towel to the side, leaving you standing there completely nude in front of her. Mina, no longer hiding it, stared right at your cock as you stroked yourself to life.

“You just like to watch?” you repeated. “I won’t lie, Mina, you are fucking gorgeous and I’d love nothing more than to have a good time with you.”

“Th-Thanks,” Mina stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact again.

“Hey,” you dropped down to your knees in front of her. “No pressure of course, but I can tell you have that side of you that wants to let loose. You’d be surprised about what could happen – it’s up to you.”

“How?” Mina looked back into your eyes. “I don’t even know what to do, I’m not as experienced as them…”

“That’s nothing to worry about,” you stood back up and stepped closer to her. Gently, you grabbed her hand and brought it to your cock. “Just get comfortable, let things flow naturally.”

Mina hesitated for a moment before nodding and gripping your cock. She stroked slowly, it was obvious she was still nervous, but you were patient with her.

“You’re doing great,” you moaned softly as Mina began stroking a bit faster. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

“Really?” she looked up at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, really,” you smiled back before giving the shoulder of her shirt a little tug. “Wanna get more comfortable?”

Mina let go of your cock and gave you a nod before reaching over for the wine and taking another swig. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then put the bottle back and slipped her shirt off. As she tossed it to the side, you climbed onto the bed with her and unbuckled her bra for her, exposing her cute tits.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” you gushed softly as Mina covered her chest up with her hands. “Don’t be shy, you’re so fucking hot and you should own it.”

Mina blushed hard again, flashing you a small smile before slowly moving her hands away and letting you admire her tits freely.

“These, too?” you suggested, giving her shorts a small tug.

“Umm,” Mina whispered back shyly, avoiding your gaze again.

“Don’t stress it,” you smiled at her before climbing onto the bed and laying next to her. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, we can go slow,” you added, leaning in and kissing her neck, “just tell me what you like and what you don’t.”

“I’d like that,” she whispered as you planted kisses all along her collarbone while softly pressing your palms against her tits. “This is nice.”

“Good,” you breathed against her skin, exploring her body with your hand. You slid your fingers down her tummy, slipping them just slightly into her waistband before pausing. “This?”

She bit her lip softly before nodding at you, her eyes wide and nervous.

With her permission, you eased your hand into her shorts, carefully feeling around for her folds. You were gentle and careful, making delicate little circles against her pussy as you sucked on one of her tits. You let the sound of her moans guide you.

“Mina,” you whispered quietly. “Can I go down on you?”

Her body froze briefly at the suggestion before she answered. “I… I’d prefer if you didn’t… is that fine…?”

“Of course–”

“But you can put it in,” she added softly.

“Fingers?”

“No, not fingers.”

Lifting your body up to see her properly, you looked down at her and confirmed. “You want me to… you sure? It’s completely up to you.”

She nodded, her expression screaming ‘please be gentle’.

“Then, these will–”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Mina reached down and took off her shorts. She still seemed a bit embarrassed to be nude in front of you, so you did her the courtesy of not looking – you even grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your bodies.

“You ready?” you whispered as you moved between her legs.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, spreading her legs wide for you.

Feeling around under the blankets, you found her pussy with your cock, and slowly, inch by inch, you pressed forward until you entered about halfway into Mina’s soft pussy.

She was incredibly tight, hugging your shaft wonderfully. It took a lot of restraint to hold yourself back, to fight the urge to just slam your cock as hard into her little pussy as you could, but you could see she was struggling to warm up to you.

“How’s that?” you asked, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“Tight,” she moaned, clenching her jaw. “Keep going.”

So you eased in a bit deeper before pausing again. You gave her a moment before you pulled back, then pushed forward again, moving your hips in a slow and steady rhythm. Even going this slowly and carefully, Mina’s pussy felt fucking amazing.

“Hold on,” you paused and reached above Mina’s head. You grabbed one of the pillows and placed it under her hips. “Better?”

“A bit,” she nodded as her body relaxed and her breathing steadied.

“Good,” you leaned forward and kissed her before you began moving your hips again.

It was so painfully difficult to hold back, but you wanted her to feel good. Still, the moment was phenomenal. Mina was more beautiful than ever, her expression screaming to you every detail of every inch she took. Her face could tell you a story as it contorted with each thrust.

This went on for a bit more before Mina began moaning gently. Even her moans were graceful and calm, even as her chest began heaving up and down with deep breaths, her voice was soft and majestic. You pumped a bit faster, still being careful not to go too deep, but being more daring with each thrust, reading her expression the whole time.

Your hands began exploring around her body, from her tits to her face to her hips and her thighs, you touched and grabbed anything you could, kissing anything your mouth could reach. You engulfed as much of her warmth as you could, straining yourself as you kept your body moving steadily, building up a sweat against Mina’s soft skin.

Then, you felt Mina tense up and her pussy burned hot, hotter than ever before. Her gentle moans became just a touch more aggressive as she let loose, as her pussy quivered and vibrated, taking your cock even deeper now.

As tenderly and lovingly, you fucked her for as long as she could ride out her orgasm, making sure to give her the best experience possible. At this point, you had your hands pressing against her hips as you looked down at her, watching in delight as she squirmed.

“Oh fuck,” Mina shrieked, the loudest noise to come out of her mouth all night.

Quickly, you pulled out and brought your hand to her pussy, pressing down on her clit. She writhed and twisted to your touch, arching her back hard. You rubbed her softly until she finally relaxed, until her breaths turned shallow and rapid. Then, you leaned in to give her one final gentle kiss on the lips before sitting up.

“How was that?” you smiled at her while rubbing her thigh.

“Really good,” Mina sighed before getting embarrassed and shutting her legs.

“Here,” you ignored her embarrassment and grabbed the bottle of wine, handing it to her.

She took a huge swig, using her other hand to cover herself up. “D-Did you finish?” she asked timidly while putting the bottle back.

“Don’t worry about that,” you handed her back her underwear and shorts while averting your gaze. “All that matters is that you had a good time.”

“But–”

“It happens sometimes, but it doesn’t mean anything about you at all,” you smiled at Mina who was now using her shorts to cover herself. “You had a good time, right?”

“I did.”

“Then I’m happy,” you leaned in a bit closer. “Can I kiss you?”

She sat up and met you halfway, tilting her head to the side and softly pressing her lips against yours.

After your lips parted gently, she smiled at you, her cheeks still tinted red – probably from the alcohol. “I’m going to freshen up real quick.”

“Sure, I’ll see you in a bit,” you responded warmly.

Mina got off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, taking the bottle of wine with her. You watched in admiration, trying not to stare too much while also blatantly peeking at her cute butt. Truthfully, you wanted more, she felt incredible, but you weren’t going to push it.

“So,” Momo plopped down onto the bed next to you. “Hours and hours all over YouTube?”

“I told you I did some research.”

“Clearly,” she giggled, snuggling up into your arms. “Did your research lead you to think you’d end up in this situation?”

“Not exactly,” you smiled back, resting your hand on her ass. “Although what was it, the Hawaii vlog? I had a gut feeling that you and Sana definitely got up to some fun off camera. Or maybe it was because of that middle of the night VLive–”

“Wait a minute,” Momo muttered as she sat up and turned to face you, her eyebrows raised. “How much did you actually look into us?”

“Eh, the rabbit hole is deep, I barely scratched the surface.”

“I’m kinda impressed,” she dropped back down into your arms and wrapped hers around your chest. “I guess you are just another fan after all.”

“Does that change anything about tonight?”

“Maybe a little,” Momo giggled softly, “but why are you saying that as if the night’s over?”

“Uh, well, Sana’s literally passed out and Mina sounds like she’s filling up a bath.”

“And you have your hands on my ass,” Momo replied casually, “since we’re pointing out the obvious.”

“Well damn, you have a point,” you gave her a rough spank before rolling over so that she was below you. “So, tell me, what do you have in mind?”

“I couldn’t help overhear your conversation with Mina.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Momo echoed. “I appreciate how much you care about her feelings, but you should still get to finish.”

“It’s really not–”

“Shush,” Momo pressed two fingers against your lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… you…” you stammered under her gaze, losing control despite being above her.

“Alright then, very specific,” she giggled. “Let’s just go with the flow for a bit?” Momo suggested with a smirk, her voice dripping with warm, sexual urge as she rolled over so that she was on top of you now.

She sat up with her legs around your hips. “You’ve been working so hard tonight, I can see that,” she noted, sliding one of her fingers down your sweat slicked chest slowly before bringing it up into her mouth. She slowly pushed her finger until the second knuckle, her eyes smiling at you with her lips pursed, before slowly easing her finger back out, releasing with an exaggerated pop. “How about you let me do the work?”

“I can do that,” you moaned as Momo began rubbing her body against your cock gently. “I can definitely do that.”

“Good,” Momo smirked as she lifted herself up just slightly and began reaching between her legs to find your cock.

She fumbled around until your tip was lined up before leaning forward and placing both hands on your pecs. Then, while keeping the most provocative eye contact you have ever experienced, she slowly – excruciatingly slowly – lowered her body onto your cock.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, closing her eyes, drawing out the word until they stretched across your brain, lowering herself all the way down. “It really never gets old.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” you gasped as she began moving her hips back and forth slowly.

It was impossible to decide if you should be staring at her cute face as she softly scrunched up her features in pleasure, or if you should be admiring her massive tits hanging down in front of your face. They moved so methodically, swaying gently as Momo began riding your cock slowly, making sure you felt each and every inch go into her with every movement.

“You like that?” Momo cooed softly as she began speeding up just a bit. “You like fucking my pussy?”

She moved her hands up to your shoulders, leaning forward a bit more so that her tits were even closer to your face. At this point there was no other option, you were completely fixated by her tits. They were so perfect. Absolutely mesmerizing. You were in a trance, one you couldn’t snap out of even if you tried – You just had to reach up and grab them.

Despite being far from the first time you’ve had Momo’s tits in your hands, they somehow felt softer than ever. You squished into them, pressing your fingers deep, but that only lasted a few seconds before you were overwhelmed by the urge for more. You let go of her soft tits and hugged Momo, pulling her down onto you so that your face ended up nestled between her soft tits.

“Oh you really like them,” Momo gasped out breathily, moving her hips even faster as she rode your cock hard.

Momo wrapped her hands around your head, pushing you deeper into her chest as you opened your mouth and began desperately trying to fit as much of her soft tits into your mouth as you could. It was an impossible task, yet you still tried, smearing your saliva all over her chest until you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

With all that pressure building up in your cock, you knew you had to make the most of what energy you had left. So, you bent your legs, putting Momo at a better angle, and gripped her ass hard with both hands. Then you began, with every remaining ounce of effort that you could muster, shoving your hips up into Momo’s pussy as hard and fast as you could.

She moaned out loudly, a stream of profanities as apparently this slightly adjusted position was hitting all the right spots, and even through the muffling of Momo’s tits squishing your face you could hear her amorous clear as day. It was driving you mad, her moans and cries easily drowning out the sound of your skin slapping against hers.

Sudden carnal instincts had you giving Momo’s gorgeous ass a few more spanks as you felt yourself hitting the point of no return, yet again. With sweat building on your skin and Momo’s tits in your mouth, you gave the final push, making sure to go as deep as you could with each thrust, earning you the most luxurious shouts of pleasure from the girl riding your cock right now.

Just like that, you felt the first gush of cum launch up into Momo’s pussy. You opened your mouth wide, letting go of Momo’s tits, and cried out as you emptied your balls into the beautiful girl who had her massive tits hanging right there in front of your face.

“Fill me up baby,” Momo moaned out, looking down at you in the most passionately erotic way possible.

Other than the raw, unadulterated pleasure coursing through your cock right now, there was another feeling. One that caught you a bit off guard. This whole ordeal has been nothing deeper than a brief escape from reality, something that was supposed to disappear after this weekend, yet for some reason this girl had your heart pumping hard – not from exhaustion.

That same feeling from earlier with Sana as you lay on her back, it was consuming you. Were you now falling in love with Momo as well? Was that possible after just one weekend or was this just the hormones talking? You didn’t even know of their existence 48 hours ago, yet for some reason… No, now wasn’t the time to think about this, not with Momo riding your cock as you pumped her full with your cum.

Just as suddenly as those feelings filled your brain, they vanished – thanks to the grip Momo’s pussy had on your tip right now. She lifted herself up, turning slightly to the side, and picked herself up off your cock. A rush of warm cum spilled out of her lips and back onto your cock, glazing it thoroughly in white.

“Look at how much there is,” Momo swooned as she gripped your shaft and began playing with the mess. “You’d think you’d be out by now.”

Then, she got off you entirely and bent over your lap. Unlike before, she didn’t just give you a few gentle licks, she immediately engulfed your entire shaft.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned out as the warmth of Momo’s mouth soothed your sensitive cock.

Momo didn’t really care about how sensitive your cock was. All she cared about was how much cum there was on it. She swirled her tongue around, making a proper mess, before lifting her mouth up and holding it over your cock. With a devious little smile, she stared directly into your eyes as she opened her mouth and let a glob of white spill from her lips, back onto your shaft. Before you could comprehend what happened, she had lowered her mouth onto your cock again, licking up the whole mess.

It was nearly impossible to speak as Momo had your cock in her mouth. Even after all that happened, you were already hard again, and Momo could not be happier. At this point, she was just sucking your cock, there was no cum left to swallow.

“You keep cumming inside me instead of down my throat,” Momo whined, kissing your balls and inner thighs trying to find as much cum as she could. “Always making me do extra work, sucking it off your cock, out of Sana’s ass…”

“Sorry,” you chuckled, grabbing the back of Momo’s head and guiding her around your cock.

“It’s fine, still worth it.”

“Mina’s been in there for a while,” you grunted as Momo gave your tip a few licks. “Should someone check on her? Make sure she’s fine?”

“We could,” Momo answered before putting your tip back into her mouth and sucking any last bit of cum out. Slowly, she released your cock from her pursed lips with a small pop and smiled up at you. “Or how about you go and go check on her, see if she needs anything, if you know what I mean.”

“You sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Momo replied as she stood up from the bed and grabbed your cock with her hand. “Clearly you still have enough in the tank to go again.”

“Somehow, yeah,” you sighed as Momo gently stroked you back to life yet again. “Fuck, what a night,” 

“Good, she deserves it,” Momo let go of your cock and climbed next to Sana in the other bed. “It’s nice to see her finally let loose with a fan. Don’t knock, it won’t be locked.”

So you got off the bed, wrapped up in a robe as you waddled over to the bathroom. Sure enough, the door was unlocked, and inside was Mina laying in the bathtub with her eyes closed.

“Mina?” you whispered, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep

She opened her eyes slowly and turned to you, her face immediately lighting up.

“Hey!” she slurred while lifting herself halfway up from the tub, her cute tits hanging over the edge. “Come here.”

“What’s going on princess?” you walked up to her, kicking away the emptied wine bottle to the side. “You good?”

“I’m fucking great,” she giggled, reaching her arms out towards you. “I wanna try sucking it.”

“Oh?” you quickly grabbed her arm as she slipped into the tub.

“Oops,” she giggled again before lifting herself back up. “Yeah, I’m sure, come here.”

“Be careful,” you advised her as you stepped closer, letting her undo your robe and drop it to the floor. “Maybe we don’t do this right now?”

She opened her mouth wide, completely ignoring you, wrapped her lips around your shaft and immediately began blowing you. Her lips were soft and her face was fucking stunning, but her movements were uncoordinated and messy. You knew she was trying, and you applauded her for it, but you could tell she was struggling. She struggled to coordinate her mouth, and she kept losing balance. After just a minute or so, Mina pulled back, gasping deeply for air.

“Mina, you good?” you began asking before she waved you off.

Mina took your cock back into her mouth, this time moving faster and with more conviction, but her movements were still awkward. It felt nice, there was no denying that, and it definitely looked fucking great, but you could tell something was off.

Suddenly, she stopped.

“Everything alright?”

“Do you think you could…” her voice trailed off and she looked to the side, gripping the edge of the tub tightly and breathing deeply through an opened mouth.

Frankly, it wasn’t fair how stupidly cute this girl was. Her shyness just made her so insanely adorable. No matter what her next words were, you already knew your answer.

“Yes?” you gently encouraged her to continue.

“Could you…” she hiccupped as she turned up to face you again, her face bright red. “Take me like how you took Sana earlier?”

“O-Oh,” you stuttered, taken aback at the request. “You mean in your–”

“No no no!” she quickly stammered. “I just mean from behind. Unless… well, actually I don’t think I’m ready for…”

“I understand,” you replied warmly with a smile before leaning in and kissing her. “Anything you want. Come here.”

Mina smiled brightly – putting the sun to shame – nodding eagerly before lifting herself up and out of the bathtub. She took your hand as you guided her over to the counter, water dripping off her slender body, and placed her hands on the hard marble. She stared into your eyes through the mirror, something clearly on her mind.

 “What is it?” you asked gently.

“Do you think I could…” she hesitated, biting her lip. “Does it hurt?”

“You mean in here?” you asked as you slid your hand between her cheeks, carefully prodding her asshole. She nodded, expression screaming vulnerability, before you continued softly. “It can, sort of depends on the person.”

“Do you want…” she hesitated again, the timidness in her voice made each word hang suspended in the air. “If you do, I’d try.”

“How about we start with what you want first, and then we’ll see later?” you suggested with a tender smile as you moved your hand up to her lower back. “Bend over princess.”

She obliged, pivoting at the hips until her soft breasts hung just a couple of inches from the countertop, swaying just slightly, her elbows holding her body up. You leaned over her from behind and placed a prolonged, tender kiss on her back as you began gently kneading her ass with both of your hands.

“Ready?” you asked, spreading her slightly.

“Yes,” Mina whispered, brushing her hair out of her face before locking eyes with you in the mirror again.

She was so insanely beautiful. With caution, you lined yourself up and began slowly pushing forward into Mina’s tight little pussy. The moan, with the way her eyes shut tight and the way her forehead wrinkled ever so slightly, it was enough to make you melt. It wasn’t even your first time putting it in her tonight, yet somehow you had forgotten how amazingly tight she was.

“That’s good,” you mumbled quietly, rubbing your hands up and down her sides slowly as you began softly thrusting into her. “Tell me what you need.”

“Hard,” she answered, to your surprise, gritting her teeth. “I want to try.”

“Okay,” you whispered back, bringing your hands to her hips and tightening your grip.

Then, as per her request, you pulled your hips back and slammed them forward, shoving your cock all the way balls deep into Mina’s pussy for the first time. She screamed out, her feminine voice echoing against the marble walls, and her knees buckled, nearly dropping her body to the cold tiles below.

“Are you–”

“Again,” she sobbed, cutting you off, lifting her head up and opening her eyes, full of determination.

This girl would be the end of you. After taking a deep breath, you squeezed her hips once more before moving back. This time, you plowed forward and immediately pulled back before doing it again, and again, and again. You let her soft squeals fill the air as her legs began giving out, pressing her hips hard into the countertop, slamming into her pussy a couple more times, with as much power as you could muster, before pausing.

“Mina?” you slowed down, easing your cock as slowly into her as possible, massaging her back tenderly until her body stopped trembling. “You alright?”

“Y-Yeah,” she stammered, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “D-Do I feel… good for you…?”

“You feel fucking amazing,” you whispered, leaning forward onto her back and wrapping your arms around her body, hugging her tight. “But you don’t have to do anything for me, I’m here for you, not the other way around.”

“I just want you to feel good…” she whispered back. “Since you’re my first.”

“I’m–” your voice hitched, getting stuck in your throat.

With your heart beating out of your chest, you leaned back, easing yourself out of Mina’s warmth carefully before grabbing her and turning her around. You stared tenderly into her eyes – they were still damp from earlier – before cupping her face in your hands and pressing your lips against hers. You kissed her until you could feel her physically relax – only then did you let her go. Mina stared back at you, lips slightly parted, breathing deeply.

“I had no idea that I was your first,” you broke the silence.

“I hope you don’t think I’m regretting anything,” Mina replied, her lips curling into a small, shy smile. “Tonight has been amazing.”

“Is that you or the wine talking?”

“Definitely me,” she giggled adorably. “I sobered up pretty quick after you slammed your…”

“Sorry–”

“Don’t apologize, I asked for it,” Mina cut you off sternly. “As much as it hurt, it also felt nice.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled at her as you brushed her hair out of her face, “but I don’t believe you.”

“You’re right,” Mina giggled softly, wiping her eyes again. “That really hurt.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, closing the distance between your mouths and kissing her tenderly. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s fine,” Mina whispered back, sliding her hands around your body. “Does the other hole hurt that much more?”

“Mina,” you muttered, leaning back slightly and pushing her hair behind her ear. “If you want to try, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it, just tell me.”

“I’m just…” she hesitated again.

“No pressure, whatever you want, I’m yours,” you replied softly, giving her another kiss. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Promise you won’t make fun of me?” she asked, looking up at you with glossy eyes that could melt the fibres of your heart.

“I’d never.”

“It’s really stupid but…” she began slowly. “I just saw how you looked earlier with Sana… I’m just a bit jealous I guess.”

“Mina, it’s not a competition,” you reassured her gently, leaning in closer to her until you could feel her warmth on your skin. “I’ve loved every moment with you, seriously.”

“It’s not just you. It feels like every fan we’ve had in the room just goes crazy for her,” Mina continued. “And meanwhile, I never even have the courage to do anything with them, I just watch or wait for them to finish before I come back to the room.”

“Mina, you are amazing,” you wanted to rip your hair out in frustration, desperately trying to figure out how to convince this beauty of a woman how perfect she was.

“So what am I doing wrong?” she asked with tears in her eyes. “I couldn’t even make you cum.”

“Nothing!” you replied, almost angrily. “Just, maybe you just need to be more of yourself, and not like Sana or Momo.”

She paused for a moment, pondering your line, before nodding slightly up at you. “How?” she asked earnestly. “What should I do?”

“That’s what I mean,” you pushed her hair behind her ear. “You have to tell me. Whatever feels right. I can’t decide for you.”

Mina hesitated, but then she grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the toilet. She sat you down on the seat and took your cock in her gentle fingers, stroking you softly while staring into your eyes.

“Alright,” she whispered as she dropped down to her knees.

She leaned over your lap and slowly lowered her lips to your cock and began sucking your tip. With a tight seal around your cock, she used her hand to stroke you up and down softly. It already felt a million times better. This time, she wasn’t timid, she wasn’t nervous, she was confident. That made all the difference.

“That’s nice,” you moaned as Mina worked.

The girl was so unbelievably beautiful with your cock in her mouth. Each movement was delicate and graceful. There wasn’t a rough cell in her body, she was pure cloudy softness. Her tongue and lips created this beautifully stunning little medley of pleasure against your tip, combined with her steady and gentle strokes, it felt amazing.

Just as you felt yourself nearing completion, Mina let go of your cock. She had no idea how close you were just now, but she also seemingly didn’t care as she had her mind set on what was coming next. With that same grace and elegance that her entire body exuded, Mina got up from her knees and straddled your lap.

As she began lowering her body slowly, you helped her by holding your cock steady. Even now, in your hands, your cock was throbbing at the sight of Mina’s soft pussy. Her entrancing folds leisurely spread apart, making room for your cock to enter. Just like that, in a single movement, Mina lowered herself onto your shaft.

She rested her hands on your shoulders, her mouth wide open and eyes shut, as she began bouncing up and down carefully on your cock. The beauty of Mina’s movements was how perfectly calm they were. She wasn’t jumping around all crazy, she wasn’t rough, it was just a melodic rhythm of her pussy working your cock.

And fuck did she look good. You gradually worked your hands up Mina’s hips towards her gentle tits, caressing each curve on the way, pressing into her soft chest. You took her nipples between your fingers, squeezing them softly, quickly wiping the saliva off your lips as you felt yourself drooling over the view of Mina’s tits.

She kept bouncing, just as steadily and carefully as ever, making little circles with her hips against your cock. Her pussy was warmer than ever before, and still just as tight. Then, she began moaning, and you felt her pussy contracting. Yet, despite the waves of tightness you felt her pussy emanating against your cock, she didn’t scream or cry out. She let the most delicate breaths escape her lips, her eyes still shut tight, and her pussy gushing all over your cock.

While she finished, you felt yourself nearing as well. Your hands, which had let go of Mina’s tits, gradually made their way down her body again, resting against her ass. Mina’s ass was softer than ever, the perfect handfuls. You pulled her cheeks apart slightly, giving them each a couple of slaps as your cock throbbed and cried with the final few little bounces Mina took.

Working in tandem with her movements, you gave your hips just a couple of small thrusts before pulling Mina down on your cock and holding her steady as you felt the first spurt of cum shoot into her. You moaned out, way louder than expected, before grabbing Mina’s back and pulling her into a tight hug around your body.

She wrapped her arms around you as well, squeezing back just as hard, letting her pussy drain your cock of all the cum you had left inside you. The two of you held together in silent warmth, tears filling your eyes with how good Mina’s pussy felt and how hard you were cumming inside her. You quickly stopped yourself once your body began calming down and you felt your nails digging into Mina’s back.

“Sorry!” you gasped, voice raspier than ever.

“Don’t,” Mina whispered back, her eyes dewy and soft as she finally opened them to stare at you.

Even though you wanted to tell her how amazing that felt, and how perfect she was, you couldn’t find the words nor the ability to share them. So, instead, you settled by leaning in for a kiss. Mina noticed the second you leaned forward and met you, crashing her mouth against yours, grabbing the back of your back with her hands.

The two of you kissed for a long while, your cock gently softening inside Mina’s warm pussy until you felt it slip out. Only then, did Mina let the kiss end, leaning back and staring at you through tears.

“That was so perfect,” you whispered, stroking Mina’s hair out of her face.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “For everything. Seriously.”

Mina, taking your hand, carefully got off your lap. She took a glance down between her legs and saw streaks of your cum going all the way down her thighs. You grabbed a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean as she stood before you with her hands on your shoulders for balance.

“So what now?” Mina asked, smiling her thanks as you finished wiping her off. “Back to one of them?”

“No,” you replied softly before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on Mina’s pussy.

“Oh!” she gasped, jolting slightly but not pulling back. She quickly warmed up to the kiss, running her hands through your hair as you gave her pussy a final few sucks.

“I’m done, and happy to end with that,” you added as you pulled back and stood up in front of Mina.

Mina looked to the side, her cheeks blushed bright red, but you didn’t let her look away. You calmly pushed her face back towards you and leaned in for another short kiss before holding your hand out for her to take. She accepted, walking with you out of the bathroom. The two of you walked back into the bedroom to find Momo and Sana passed out in each other’s arms.

“I guess they’re also done,” Mina giggled softly. “It looks like you’ll get your wish. Heading back to your room then?”

“I don’t know,” you began replying as you hugged Mina from behind and placed your chin on her shoulder. “I really enjoy holding you, and my room is pretty empty.”

“Unfortunately I don’t feel like getting dressed, so I can’t go back to your room with you,” Mina giggled again before grabbing your hand and pulling you with her to her bed. “But how’s this?”

“Perfect,” you lay down on top of Mina’s body and tossed the blanket over your back. “I guess I’m staying the night.”

Mina looked up at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen before reaching over and hitting the light switch, leaving the room in darkness. Then, she pulled you closer and kissed you again with her legs wrapped around your waist. The two of you ended up making out for the next hour or so, not caring at all about anything else in the world.

Eventually, you both drifted off, still tangled in each other’s warmth. It felt like an ending, but also a beginning – like no one could know what the future might bring. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the girl in your arms, and with that, you found the deepest, most peaceful sleep you could ever imagine.

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A/N:

This might just be the horniest piece I've ever written. There's actually like 95% just smut, 5% plot. Whatever, I was horny, enjoy. It's about time I give these three some pure smut, they deserve it so much. This was easily long enough to be 2 or 3 parts, but it was all literally one scene without any natural breaks, so one part it is.

I've just been finishing up a bunch of my partially completed fics recently, thus the frequent uploads. The pace will obviously slow down again, but I've also started up a couple of new fics again. I just keep getting new ideas and wanting to write them. Anna from Meovv still on the to-do list at some point!

A few of you have been asking for Exchange, but sorry that series is still taking a short break, not super motivated to work on it at the moment and I don't wanna just rush a mediocre update. Debauchery part 1 did quite well, so I'll probably try getting part 2 out soonish. I'll give TPM and DS a bit longer before I post the next parts, but just know they're already being worked on. And of course, I still have a handful of Roommates fics in progress, I'll get to those eventually too!

Love y'all, be safe, watch your health, stay horny. I'm still reading your asks and messages whenever I can! <3

[inwithrin]

ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ abby + size kink

thinking about abby who doesn’t even realize she has a size kink at first. it’s just a fact—she’s stronger than you. of course she is. she lifts more than most people in the gym, her arms and thighs are built like a sculpture. and she’s got shoulders wide enough to carry the weight of the world.

cw: size kink, abby using her strength, dom!abby (she's a bit meaaan), fingering (reader!receiving), abby fucks rough, strap referred as cock twice. there's aftercare ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ this is lowkey the first time i've wrote something this filthy LOL

but abby doesn’t really feel it until she’s around you. until she watches you struggle to pull your nightstand across the room and she steps in with one hand like it’s nothing. until she lifts you onto the counter as you kiss and realizes how easy it is.

until you grab her hand with both of yours one night—half playing, half testing her—telling her you’re going to hold her down.

“this is all your force?” she asks, cocking a brow, amused.

you nod, proud. “mmhm.”

and abby just smirks—because your fingers are laced through hers, tugging with all your might, and she’s not even faced by it. so, she shifts—grabbing both of your wrists in one of her hands, pressing them down. her grip is firm—gentle, but immovable—not even using her full force.

“try to move,” she murmurs, low and playful.

you do. you twist your arms, squirm a little, bite your lip as you try to pull away—and nothing. her hand doesn’t budge, not even a twitch. and that’s the moment it hits her—square in the gut, hot and dizzy. you’re looking up at her, wide-eyed, panting a little, cheeks warm, mouth parted—like you like it. like you enjoy being pinned, held down, completely at her mercy.

and abby? she’s gone already. her pupils blow wide, a flush rising up her neck, and suddenly she’s aching to see how much further she can take it. she wants to manhandle you. wants to press her palm to your stomach and watch you melt. want to fold you—legs pushed back, wrists pinned above your head, your voice going airy and whiny.

“baby,” she whispers, voice rough. “you’re so weak.”

you whimper, hips lifting instinctively—like you need her to show you just how much stronger she is. “i love how strong you are.”

abby’s addicted to the way your breath catches when she picks you up like it’s nothing. to how you clench when she presses her hand around your throat. to the way you smile when she uses her force.

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it starts with you in her lap as she sits on the couch—you’re straddling her thigh, blushed and already shaking, your small fingers curled around her thick forearm. 

“thought you said you could handle a little force,” she says, voice low against your throat. 

you nod, fast. “i can.”

abby hums—skeptical. her hands slide to your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin. she flexes her thigh once, grinning when your breath hitches. “we’ll see, baby.”

then, she moves—rocking your hips against her leg, back and forth, steady.

“does that feel good?” abby asks, like she doesn’t know already—as if she can’t feel the way you pussy’s dragging slick against her thigh.

you nod, eyes fluttering. “feels—so fucking good, abby.”

she grins, before shifting her weight—her hands going under your thighs, and lifting you up, walking until your back hits the wall with a soft thud. 

“wrap your legs,” she orders, and you do—breath shaky as you cling to her shoulders.

abby holds you there, pressed against the wall like a doll. your cunt pressed against her lap, your head tipping back as she kisses down your throat. she grinds into you—controlled and deliberate—watching every reaction.

“still good?” abby asks, even though your nails are digging into her shoulders and you can barely control your whines.

“mmhm—yes,” you moan. “fuck, yes.”

abby wants more. she ends up laying you out on the bed like a prize, knees wide, firm hands, mouth pressing kisses down your chest before pinning both your wrist above your head with one hand and sliding her other between your legs.

“so fucking pretty,” she smiles.

she doesn’t tease—letting a finger, thick and perfect, sink inside you so deep you gasp. she curls it exactly how you love, and your legs twitch.

“such a mess already,” abby murmurs. “you gonna take more?”

you nod—desperate. she adds a second finger—allowing you to hook your leg over her shoulder, grinding into you with her palm and fingers inside you until you’re shaking, crying out her name like a prayer. and still, she doesn’t stop.

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you’re already fucked out when she straps it on—legs trembling, lips glossy from begging, pussy leaking down your thighs. 

abby stands at the edge of the bed, arms flexed, watching you try to catch your breath—head tilted like she’s deciding how rough to be. but it’s too late—because when she slides the strap through her fingers, the look in her eyes turns feral.

“my baby,” she mutters. “already too fucked out—are you sure you can handle it?”

“i do—i do,” you whine, wrecked. 

she grips your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. abby lines the strap up to your soaking cunt. it’s big—bigger than what you’re used to—and she knows it all too well. knows you’ll stretch for her, and take it anyway.

“then shut up, and take it—” she says.

abby thrusts herself in—no warning, no teasing grind. the sound of slick skin and a gasped-out cry from you fills the room as she buries herself inside you.

“abs—abby, fuck—” you whimper, hands scrambling for something to hold.

“what?” she asks—grabbing your wrists, pinning them to your stomach, leaning over you. “too much already?”

her strap is so deep inside you, you can barely think. “no—no—it feels so—fucking good.”

abby smiles, mean and proud. “thought so.”

she doesn’t fuck you gently or slow. she fucks you hard, deep, rough—her hips snapping into yours, every thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. her grip’s tights on your wrist, holding you while your body moves beneath her, tits bouncing, thighs shaking, moans spilling out your lips.

“you hear that, baby?” she pants, looking down at the slick mess between your legs. “hear how wet you are? fucking soaking me—like you need my cock.”

“i—i do, please abby—don’t stop,” you babble. “please, abs—need you.”

she lets go of your wrists—instead opting to grab the back of your knees, pushing your legs up and folds you in half, pushing her strap deeper and deeper, until you’re whining and crying about how deep she is.

“look at you,” she whispers. “so fucking pretty. so fucking weak. can’t even move if you wanted to.”

you moan at her voice. her abs flexing with every thrust, sweat dripping from her brow as she chases her rhythm—the strap is thick and slick as it pistons into you, harder each time, like she wants to see you break.

without a warning, you cum—shaking, gasping her name, pussy fluttering around the strap. abby doesn’t stop—she fucks you through it.

“again,” she says, breathless. “you’ve got another in you. come on.”

you’re shaky, overstimulated, and abby’s not done with you—not even close. she wants you on top, wants to watch you atop her, taking it—to fuck yourself on her strap. 

she grabs you, sitting you on her lap easily. “not even strong enough to ride me?” she says, low and mocking.

you’re straddling her lap, thighs shaking, strap pressed right against your pussy—but you can’t lower yourself down without trembling. you want to, need to, but your body’s all spent. abby’s got one hand on your waist, steadying you, and the other is gripping your jaw—thumb pressing into your cheek until your lips part with a soft gasp.

“gonna take it?” she asks, smiling.

you nod, whining, trying to sink down, but your legs tremble again—useless. “i can’t—abby—please, do it—”

abby tsks, shaking her head like you’ve disappointed her. “guess i’ll do everything, huh?” her hand tightens on your jaw, tilting your head down so your closed eyes lock with hers. “look at me.”

when you open your eyes, she slams you down on her strap. “fuck—abigail—”

your mouth opens in a silent moan as the straps fills you deep, deeper than you can ever get on your own. abby’s grip on your waist is harsh enough to bruise as she holds you there, buried to the hilt, not letting you move—not up, not away, not even an inch of mercy.

“there you go,” she breathes. “fuckin’ stay there.”

you’re whining, squirming in her lap, trying to lift up and take control, but she doesn’t let you. she moves you—hands taking over, dragging you up her cock an inch at a time, then slamming you back down again, using your body like it’s hers so easily. 

“you’re such a mess,” she grits. “you’re so easy to toss and move around—good thing i’m so strong, right?”

you nod, looking down at her. “fuck abby—i love you—i love it.”

“i love you too, pretty,” she says.

you’re biting your lip, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes every time she relentlessly moves you.

her thumb presses into your bottom lip. “open,” she commands.

you do, and she slides her thumb in—enough to give you something to bite on while she keeps fucking you down on her strap, punishing and slow. you can’t help but notice how weak you’re against her strength—like she’s using the smallest bit of her force against you and you’re still so useless. 

“that’s it,” she whispers. “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

when you cum again—back arching, hips stuttering—she doesn’t stop again. not until you’re limp in her hands, clinging to her. abby flips you over—chest pressed to the mattress, body hitching as her body slides against yours, warm and heavy. her hands grip your hips, holding you still as she leans in close, breath hot against your ear.

“so weak,” she murmurs, like it’s the sweetest compliment. “that’s why i’m here, to treat you good—make you mine.”

you whimper, cheeks burning as her front presses flush to your back. “i’m yours, abs.”

“i love you, okay?” abby says, fingers tracing slow circles on your skin. her hips already moving, slowly—you’re trembling again, helpless and she knows it. “you look so pretty like this.”

her hands slide down your sides, gripping tight at the swell of your ass, fingers digging in as she fucks you from behind. you’re breathless, broken, caught between aching pleasure and that dumb, delicious haze of being hers.

“that’s my girl,” she smiles, lips brushing your temple. 

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the room’s quiet now, just the soft sound of your breath slowing. your skin is still sticky with sweat, sheets tangled beneath you—as you hear her move around the room, probably removing the strap and cleaning herself up.  

“baby,” she whispers—her hand now softly pressing against your back, lips brushing against your shoulder, as she shifts to pull you into her chest.

abby wraps her arms around you, and you can feel her hand racing under your cheek.

“was—was i too rough?” she asks, the tenderness in her tone was evident. “sorry, pretty—i got carried away.”

you lift your head enough to look at her, all fucked-out and blushing. “abigail—” your voice was raspy. “that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done—fuck, you need to do that again.”

she huffs a laugh, relieved and flustered. “yeah?” she murmurs, brushing your hair back.

“mmhm,” you nod, nose nuzzling into her throat. “i love when you’re mean. strong. so fucking hot.”

abby groans. “don’t say shit like that when i’m trying to behave.”

you giggle, pressing a kiss to her neck. “too late.”

she’s all soft now—feather-light touches, gentle kisses. “gonna clean you up, baby,” she whispers. “then i’ll get you water, yeah? maybe something sweet?”

you nod, already letting her take care of you. “thank you, abby.”

because when abby fucks you like you’re nothing, she always brings you back like you’re everything.

she scoops you up like you’re weightless—big hands under your thighs, chest to chest, your body soft in her arms. you let out a sigh as your cheek presses to her shoulder.

“still with me?” she teases. 

“barely,” you giggle.

abby laughs, nose brushing your temple as she carries you straight to the bathroom. she sets you on the edge of the sink for a second, adjusting the water—hot, not too hot, just like you like it—before she’s back, helping you stand, her hands firm and gentle all at once. the water hits your skin and you melt against her again, her arms wrapping around you under the stream like she can’t not touch you.

she takes her time washing you—her fingers sliding over your skin with a kind of reverence that makes your chest ache. no teasing now, no cocky smirks. just abby loving you with every fiber of her being.

“you did so good for me,” she whispers, kissing your neck as she works the soap into your skin. “so perfect, baby.”

you don’t even have words—just soft sighs, little gasps when her fingertips graze sore spots, and a tiny whimper when she kisses your shoulder like she’s sorry.

“gonna take care of you,” she says again, more to herself than you.

after the shower, she towels you off gently, pressing kisses to your knuckles and your knees and the curve of your waist—worshipping every inch of you.

then she digs through her dresser, grabs a soft old t-shirt—one of the worn-in ones that smells like her—and slips it over your head. it hangs loose on you, sleeves swallowing your arms, the hem brushing your thighs.

you flop onto the bed in her shirt, warm and clean, and abby just climbs in behind you, wraps herself around you like a blanket.

“you okay?” she asks softly.

you smile, barely awake. “better than okay.”

[tonycries]

Sl*t Me Out!

Synopsis. Sometimes, it’s so good that you can’t help but run away from it. Sometimes, he just can’t stop.

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, really needy boys, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, rough séx, cúmplay, pússyslappíng (Geto’s), breaking the bed, true form Sukuna, dp, o deníal (Choso’s), overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. *Smooches your forehead* Have a good day.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Break (you)

“You’re hah- lucky I caught you in bed, doll.” Toji pants into your open mouth. Lazily pulling aside your sopping wet pajama pants to greedily eye the mess of slick. The way your puffy folds were bulging and struggling to take him, “You’ve got no idea.”

You’re gasping as he reels back to spit, once. Twice. The steady stream of saliva hitting your sloppy hole straight on, feeling anything but lucky with how mean his fat tip was hitting your cervix. Over and over. “L-lucky?”

And oh, Toji could feel your gummy walls clenching around him like nothing before, that flimsy little outfit of yours sure to have him snapping sooner rather than later. 

“Mhmm…” he hums, nosing at your neck. Finger curling tightly around your shorts - as if to tear. To break. “Sooo fuckin’-” The sharp rip of fabric echoing in your hazy brain, just in time with the loud slam! of Toji’s hand down on the creaking headboard. “-lucky.”

Crack!

“Shit.”

And then you’re pressed against the cool wall before you can even register what’s happening. Shivers running down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was still buried in your dripping cunt. 

Ruthless. Fucking you so filthy. Big hands cupping your ass, holding you up so high where he was standing, your ankles locked around his toned waist as if on instinct. And your pants oh, tattered and drenched - thrown all the way somewhere near the broken bed. 

“Toji!” you squeal, blinking away the big fat tears in your eyes to look over his broad shoulders. Easy, with the way he was shoving you further and further up the wall with each harsh thrust. “The- the bed. You broke it.”

“What about it?” He lifts his head up to meet your glassy eyes, hips still relentless, “M’jus’ fucking you right, doll.”

Whining, “You’re so-”

And before you can give him a piece of your mind, he’s loosening his grip on your ass. Letting gravity slide you deeper and deeper down his rock-hard cock. Inch by fucking inch. All the way until your swollen folds were hitting his heavy balls. 

Keening at the sheer stretch, the addictive feeling of the curve of his dick massaging all the right spots. Like he was pushing into your stomach, your lungs, everywhere in a way that had you keening. Hips stuttering and pushing so bruisingly back, back, back-

“Oh? What’s this?” It’s that dangerous little tone of Toji’s voice that has you suddenly registering your nails clawing down his pecs, leaving angry red marks. Your feet flat against the wall like you were trying so pathetically to escape. And one look in Toji’s eyes told you that was the last thing you’d be doing. “Funny. Real funny, doll.” 

Ah, but amused was the last thing he sounded. 

That tiny scar at the corner of his mouth curling at your breathless pleas as he steps away from the wall. Leaving you completely at his mercy. 

“D-dressing like that and-” he chuckles, holding you up so easily like you’re weightless. The muscles in his arms rippling, abs burning as he bounces you so sluttily on his cock. “-acting like you can ngh- run away. Hahah, better keep this pretty cunt still, doll.” Sure to leave lewd marks all over you, his twitching balls on your cunt, fingers on your ass. “Cause if I said m’gonna fuck you right- hah- m’gonna fuck you right.”

“Please- Toji–” you squeal, like a broken record. Your legs dangling in the air, cunt sucking him all in so sloppily. “Please please please please-” 

“How cute. Yeah, beg f’me more.”

Not even bothering to think about running away now - you know you couldn’t. Instead clutching at his soft hair - his shoulders - his biceps - anything and everything to try and keep some semblance of sanity. “-please- Ngh- Please let me cum.”

And then Toji’s biting down on your beck with a strangled groan. Hard. Right above your racing pulse, like he wanted to draw blood. Or worse. Tightening, losing every scrap of sanity each time your gummy walls milked him so-

“Forget the bed.” he manages to grit out, ragged. Each word punctuated by such a heavy, mean thrust. “Cause you’re gonna fuck- feel real unlucky next to it.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Don’t hang up.”

It was the first thing that came out of your husband’s mouth.

As soon as he walked downstairs to you wandering the kitchen in the dead of the night, on the phone with your absolute asshat of a boss calling you to talk about your upcoming project. For the third night in a row. For what reason - you didn’t know. And Nanami didn’t care.

Because not too long later, you find yourself bent over the counter. Your boss’s droning rambles in one ear, Nanami breathing hotly against the other. Flimsy shorts pulled just enough to the side so that Nanami’s stuffing your snug cunt so sinfully full. 

Bunching up your - his - oversized button-up to fuck back your sloppy his bruisingly to meet his. Pulling you like some slut onto his swollen cock. 

“Don’t hang up, my love.” he’s running a long index down your arched spine. Already knowing the way you’d shiver loud enough that that bastard on the other end of the line would hear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You flinch - both from the way he was spitting out profanities into your ear like sweet nothings, and from the way he bends his knees. Angling your hips to stretch out all the right spots, weeping tip alternating between bullying your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your-

“Hellooooo, did you hear what I said about that client’s request?”

Ah, right. 

“Y-yeah- totally-” you’re gasping, jaw sagging open as Nanami’s hips become more rigorous. Having you such a mess with the way he was getting bigger - stretching your gummy walls more sinfully - with each thrust. “T-tell them we’ll um- carry it out-”

And oh how it ticked Nanami off to see his poor girl working overtime, no matter the fact that he was the one that told you to stay on call. That furrow between his brows growing with each passing second.

“Mhm, the documents will be-” The sentence dies in your throat as Nanami reaches down to play with your ravaged clit, drawing messy, frenzied little patterns- no-

Your eyes widen, the phone almost slipping out of your hand - and it does, only later do you realize that Nanami is the gentleman that slips it into his hand. Holding up your phone for you while he fucks you on the other line like an animal.

Because shit Nanami Kento wasn’t just drawing any old pattern on your pretty clit. He was drawing a quick, methodical K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-

“Shit- fuck fuck fuck-” he grunt, low and gravelly. “Squeezin’ around me so tight. So good.” Hips stuttering at the pure heaven he was feeling, ”Does my girl like this? Like being listened to?” Harder on your clit, “Ya love it, huh?”

“K-Ken…”

“Are you okay, you sound…sick.” your boss’s voice is grating against your ears.

“Y-yes I’m-” It’s too much. Nanami’s pelvis hitting your ass, spearing you so rough against his cock. So sloppily fucking away whatever’s left of his sanity - fingers just as erratic. “Fine.” You could just scream, but instead, you settle for hiking a knee up on the counter, pulling away, trying desperately to ease the relentless abuse of his hips. “Totally fine.”

And for all your years being loved by Nanami, you’d never have expected his strained, “Hah, you sure about that?” Only briefly stopping his little K-E-N-T-O-K- to loop a strong arm underneath your knee - baring your glistening pussy for him to admire from behind. “Because it looks like you’re running away. N’ I won’t be happy if you’re trying to escape your dear husband, my love.”

“N-no…”

“Is someone else there? Who are you talking to?”

Caging you. Perhaps even punishing you for taking so long on this call. And you’re not even standing at this point, being held up so easily by him. So easy for him to crane his neck over and greedily prey at the way your pretty pussy was swallowing him up. In and out in and out in and- 

“Answer him, darling.” Nanami murmurs for you, hips slowing down just enough that the slapping of his toned pelvis wouldn’t be completely heard. “Be a good lil’ wife n’ answer f’me.”

“Jus’ a…dog-” You glare at his deep, baritone huff of laughter. Face heated where he was pressing your phone screen against you, “A needy one.”

“Ah, well. I know how dogs are.” God, how you wish this could end soon - would do anything for it to end soon. “So I trust that you’ll be there sharp for the meeting with the client tomorrow?”

“Y-yeah I’ll-” your eyes are screwing shut. Throwing yourself fully and utterly helplessly to the harsh tempo of Nanami’s cock. Like he was claiming you from the inside out - all the way from your quivering cunt to your hazy response, “-come.”

And thank fuck it was Nanami holding up the phone, because it’s all you can do to not fucking throw it across the kitchen as you cum. So hard and violent, almost. “Shit- Ken- m’cumming- oh- oh my god.”

Breaking up whatever composure you’d built up for so long as you milk his cock dry, clenching so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck up into you. Nothing but Nanami on your mind now - just Nanami. As expected.

“Hello? Are you still there??”

“Sorry, but my wife won’t be working overtime. For you, at least.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Noise complaint

Geto knew that no one else was home at this time - just you and him, splayed out on your queen-sized bed. He knew that maybe he should tell you this as he splits you apart on his massive cock, eyeing the way you’re grappling at your kiss-bitten lips, trying so desperately to not let your slutty moans through. 

But why would he?

“S-Sugu-” you manage to whisper, barely even audible over the obscene sounds of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. The squelches so sloppy. So loud. Mattress creaking at the sheer force, “They’ll- ngh- hear..”

“What was that?” Geto leers down at you, lazily thumbing opening your swollen folds further, bulging and clenching around his cock. “Can’t hear you over this talkative pussy, doll. You gotta ha- speak up.”

And it’s all you can do to crack open the trembling wall of your fingers, blinking away the tears in your eyes to look up at your boyfriend pleadingly. 

“We can’t mm- fuck- w-wake the girls up.” So utterly difficult to get the sentence out when it seemed like he was fully fucking it out of your brain. Angry tip kissing all your sweet spots, hitting you after every word falling from your lips, “Hafta- ngh- be quiet.”

And fuck - the look in his eyes. Long, inky hair falling over his broad shoulders, curtaining such a dark glint in his greedy gaze.

Flitting between your desperate, fucked-out expression and down, down, down at the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him so good. Letting him disappear so easily into your heavenly cunt - so mean, that Geto doesn’t want to slow down. Not even a little bit.

“Well…” he purrs, ringed fingers cool on your throbbing clit. Coating them in your sweet sweet juices before moving to your stomach, your sensitive nipples - all the way up to your glossy, swollen lips, “Let me help you then, gorgeous.”

But something in that deep tone told you he wanted to do anything but. 

Not wasting a second more before shoving two fingers inside, pressing right at the back of your hot tongue in a way that has your gagging, tears stinging your eyes. A loud moan stuck in your throat and-

Smack!

It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Geto’s thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt. Right above your ravaged clit. 

“Ngh- S-Sugu!” 

“S-Sugu!” he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. “Thought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, gorgeous?” he grins, chuckling softly at the way you’re half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as you’re torn between pushing him away and wanting more more more- “How are you gonna do that if you’re like this, huh?.”

You keen as Geto chokes you on his fingers deeper, having you slobbering and drooling all over his rings, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Mixing with the tears rolling down your cheek, “Pl-ease- mmpf- Sugu.” 

And God, he almost cracks right then and there at the way you’re squeezing his swollen cock so hard it was like you wanted to never let him go. Feeling him getting bigger inside you, hot tip pressing deeper into your plushy g-spot. 

“Try not to scream, then.”

One arm drags you straight across the soaked sheets, bunching up at your hips as he pulls you impossibly deeper onto his aching cock. “And don’t you dare think of running.”

Caging you as his hips become so brutal on yours, heavy balls smacking you in time with the stars in your eyes - the muffled moans falling from your mouth despite all that. Sloppy. Merciless. 

“Fuck! M’mpf so- close–” your eyes dart to the closed door, hoping - praying - that no one would walk in right now. Because if your daughters-

Smack!

“All eyes on me, gorgeous.” Distantly, you wonder whether Geto’s fingers would leave marks on your clit for tomorrow. “Such filthy filthy moans from a sweet mouth, huh?” he grunts, chest heaving with the force of his thrusts. “Right?” Pressing down on your tongue to have you nodding deliriously at him, “Heh, cute. Even cuter when you hah- try to hide your moans like-” Running quick, harsh circles on your clit. Faster. Harder. “-this.”

You don’t even realize it when you’re cumming - just that your body’s arching off the bed, like it was trying so hard to be one with Geto’s. 

Vision spotty, blood roaring in your ears, a sharp shout of “Fuck! Sugu m’cumming-” leaving you with reckless abandon.

And you couldn’t even care at this point - didn’t have the capacity to as Geto fucks you through your high, hips relentless. Playing with your pretty clit. Swirling lewd little circles at the same time as his fingers in your mouth.

“I uh- forgot by the way.” You hear him murmur through your orgasmic haze, not a shred of apology in his words. “The girls are at a sleepover.” Hips just smacking into yours, soft lips kissing the corner of your mouth - even when it drops in disbelief. “So we have alllll night to try n’ get another noise complaint from the neighbors.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - The tease

“Oh, shit-” Choso throws his head back, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Jus’ a little long- longer. Fuck, jus’ a bit more.”

And if Choso was wrecked, then it was nothing compared how fucking dumb you were being fucked. Hips all stuttering and drooling sloppily on the mattress, barely able to let out anything but incoherent little babbles of, “Ngh- please- too much.” by the third time he’s denying you your orgasm.

“Jus’ some more- fuck- baby, a bit longer.”

You cry as his pace only gets more merciless, having your snug cunt suck him up all the way till you were kissing that creamy ring around his base. “Wanna….”

“What’s what?” he’s leaning in closer, a mocking smirk playing on those kiss-bitten lips. And it’s not like Choso was expecting you to form a coherent sentence at this point - not with the way he was only bullying his cock into your gummy walls harder. More purposeful. 

“Ngh- please—” you’re dragging out your moans, words slurring as evidence of how long this has been going on. “Wanna cum.”

So, honestly, to him the fact that you could still speak was like a personal insult.

But absolutely nothing compared to the way your hand was dipping down to your poor, forgotten clit. Because you wanted - needed - so badly to cum. To finally have your soft fingertips barely just kissing at the swollen, sensitive nub - before Choso’s smacking your hand away.

“Fuck- What do you oh- fuck should be illegal for you to squeeze me that way- what do you think you’re doing, baby?”

And the only response he gets is a broken sob, big fat tears rolling down your pouty cheeks. As if on auto-pilot, you’re scrambling onto your elbows, arms straining to push. To escape. To finally make yourself cum because Choso was being so mean- 

“Hah? No no no no-” he tilts his head, teeth baring in a mean smile. Easily moving your limp arms like a ragdoll to pin them above your head. Lacing his fingers with yours as you let out little cries begging to cum - ones you probably don’t even realize are leaving you. “W-where do you’re ngh- taking this pretty pussy?”

“Oh- Wanna cum. So badly.” you bat your lashes up at him, 

“But if we hngh- cum, this’ll end.” his voice, almost a whine. “Wanna feel you- feel this tight pussy forever. Please? Jus’ some more?”

“Please, Cho–”

“...”

“Ch-Cho?”

Oh, you were an evil, evil little minx. That nickname has his weeping, fat head kissing your cervix, your g-spot - everywhere faster. Harder. Stretching you out like such a slut on his painfully hard cock.

“Aww, my poor baby.” Choso loops two strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer - locking you in place. Cooing, “My poor, poor baby. Using that nickname.” Kissing at your teary cheeks, stumbling and messy. Just a dragged-out touch of his pretty lips, runny eyeliner smudging against your skin. “That desperate, huh? You wan’ cum that hah- fucking bad, huh?”

It’s all you can do to give a stupid little nod. Jolting as his hot tongue licks a long, languid stripe at the corner of your mouth. The salty, sinful taste of your tears sending Choso’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, and him straight to heaven.

Gritting out a strangled, “Fine.”

And if you thought Choso was mean before then you weren’t ready for the way his speed picks up, hips hitting yours so bruisingly. Running only on you, the way your gummy walls were desperately trying to suck him back up with each thrust, and you-

“Oh- oh my god, Cho-” you jolt as he snakes down one hand to toy with your throbbing clit. Weeping and glossing all over him as Choso rolls it between two fingers. “Shit shit shit- m’so close.”

“Yeah?” his voice breaks a little at the end, as unsteady and sloppy as his cock now. Stretching out your plushy walls, “Gonna cum? This fuck- oh, baby. This pretty pussy is gonna cum f’me?”

And you can’t even think to answer his question - because you are. Cumming again and again all over Choso’s massive, unforgiving cock. 

 “Shit- oh, baby yeah. Look how much this pretty pussy is cumming.” Thighs shaking, fucking your hips up in shallow, lewd little grinds to meet the sloppy staccato of his - in time with the urgent ramblings falling from his lips, “This f’me? All f’me?”

That tone of his voice surprised - disbelieving, even like he couldn’t rip his eyes off from the way you were clenching around him in sensitivity. 

Only when your climax bates, your eyes snap open. Finally registering the way his hand jerks away from your clit, hips so out of control. Getting faster - showing absolutely no sign of stopping. “Cho- what-”

“Shhh shhhh- baby. I ngh- said I’d make you cum. Not that I’d hah- stop, right?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Double trouble

To Ryomen Sukuna, it was simple - if his cute lil’ slut can take one, then you can take both. Or, well, he’ll just have to make it fit.

“Please please please-” you gasp, big fat tears streaming down your face, thighs twitching over where you were all splayed out so prettily on Sukuna’s large lap. “-s’too much. Too big.”

You could feel him grinning into the crook of your neck, sharp canines biting right over where your rapid pulse was. 

His hot breath ghosting your ear, “Too big?” Eyes flitting down to your poor cunt, all gaping and drooling sloppily over his fat, angry head, “Then how come you take it all the time, brat?”

You let out a frustrated whine, “B-because that’s one and this is-” Gulping at the two massive cocks kissing your puffy folds, both so intimidatingly long and angry. Thick enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. “...two”

“So?”

Both of you watch in wonder as he holds you up slightly in midair by just the arms, slowly easing you down, down, down onto his cock. Like you were some ragdoll. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d marvel at how languidly Sukuna was fucking up into you. 

Letting your sweet sweet juices coat his rock-hard cocks, inching inside your sloppy hole deeper. And deeper. Getting you used to the dizzying stretch, the thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins inside your tight pussy. Molding your gummy walls around one. Then the other. Then both at once.

And shit. 

Shit, you didn’t know if you’d make it out alive. 

“Oh- hngh- Kuna!” you sob, but you can’t rip your eyes away from the way your hips were stuttering down so sloppily into his. Short, sharp grinds that doesn’t even have to have Sukuna fucking into you, just watching in awe as you milk his cocks more. “You’re in so- deep- fuck- oh my god-”

“Jus’ ‘Kuna’ works fine.” he chuckles at his own joke, lacing two fingers on top of your head to stretch you out impossibly more on his dicks. Because fuck you were gorgeous like this - but so slow. “This all you can do?”

Your lips fall into a little pout that has him twitching wildly inside you - barely even halfway in, but feeling like he was pushing into your fucking lungs already. 

“Heh, don’t be like that now.” he shakes his head in amusement as you scramble to grab ahold of his hair - his arms - the throne, anything to keep whatever is left of your sanity. “You don’ want this all to be for nothing, right?” Hips jerking like you wanted to run but of course, Sukuna couldn’t have that - not when he had you like this. “Here.”

Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive. 

Through your teary vision, you make out the hand that Sukuna is offering you - and before you can even think, you’re biting down. Hard. Sure to draw blood if this wasn’t the king of curses himself. 

“Fuuuck, yeah. Atta girl. Suckin’ me up so well.” he groans, hips bucking up so meanly. “Let it all out. Heh, see if you can draw blood n’ let me ngh- take care of this tight- pussy.” Letting you take it out on his hand, teeth leaving such cute marks he’ll coo at later - but never admit to. “Said I’ll make it fit n’ I’ll make it-” Bouncing you up and down, legs dangling at his muscled thighs. Throbbing cocks probing deeper with each word he spits out. More calculated. More impatient. “-fit.”

And fuck was it a sight to see. 

“Hah, what did I tell ya, brat?”

Sukuna can’t help but sit back to look at the heavenly view of you fucked dumb on his massive cocks - and fuck was it a sight to see. 

To trail a finger down right to where his fat heads were so obviously bulging against your stomach. Buried inside your sinful pussy all the way until your swollen folds were kissing at his heavy balls. One weeping tip nudging at your cervix, the other curving just right against your sweet spot. Feeling your plushy walls still desperately trying to adjust, pulsing so maddeningly - or was that him? 

Doesn’t matter.

Because Sukuna is gritting out a ragged,  “Now the real fun begins.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Again and again

“Jus’ one more sweetheart- promise.”

Does it really count as being mean if he uses just a little bit of reverse cursed technique while absolutely ruining you in bed? Gojo certainly doesn’t think so. It’s just…how could he not?

And you definitely don’t have any other explanation as to why your boyfriend’s got you limp and folded so easily into a mating press, fucking his cum into you for the fourth time tonight. Hips still so unforgiving. Merciless. 

“Merciless, hah?” And fuck, you barely even have the time to register the fact that you babbled that out loud. Because Gojo’s big arms are spreading your quaking legs so wide open for him, “Creative.” Long fingers deftly giving your clit a long, hard roll, “Real creative. That’s a ngh- new one. What else has your cute, fucked-out mind got f’me, sweetheart?”

Some tiny, sensible part of Gojo knows that he should maybe slow down - give you a chance to fucking answer. Maybe stop himself from dancing a soft hand down to your stomach - for the second time tonight.

Stop himself from smirking at the knowing wonder in your eyes as he presses down. Hard. pretty pink lips falling into a soft oh! as you coat him in his own cum. 

Glossy and so, so sloppy. 

Everywhere. 

“Oh, you naughty girl.” he’s grinning, pooling the obscene puddle of cum seeping into the sheets on his fingertips. “You naughty, naughty-” Smearing it all over your bulging cunt, tracing white patterns over your puffy clit. “-girl. How are you still making this much of a mess everywhere after so long?”

“Ngh- because you’re- you’re so-” you sob, and he’s speeding his hips up. Weeping tip kissing all those sweet spots he’s mapped out so well.

“So what?”

“So mean, Toru!”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” But he didn’t feel one bit sorry for your poor, overfilled cunt. Nodding so mockingly gently. M’so ‘mean’ fucking this cute cunt. Usin’ jus’ a bit of reverse cursed technique.”

Fuck, the way you’re biting down on his right collarbone, hard - was adorable. Sure to have drawn blood if it wasn’t for the technique keeping the two of you from breaking bones. And okay, Gojo guesses he deserved that.

“Ouch.” he’s clutching at his heart, acting so dramatically wounded - as if he wasn’t the one doing the bruising. Leaving marks on your ass, your tits, maybe even your poor cunt. “So feisty. M’heartbroken, y’know.” Voice dropping to such a low purr, looking up at you through those long lashes. “N’ the only way to fix it is by cumming f’me fuck- o-once more.”

And Gojo wonders whether you could feel it still filling you up inside - his cum. Whether you can feel the way it dribbles down the side of your thighs as you kick your feet, desperately trying to sit up. 

Feet flattening on the mattress because it’s too much. And you’re too sensitive - too good, with the jolts of electricity coming down from Gojo’s fingertips. The power dancing over your skin. 

But, shit - why’d you ever think you’d be a match for the strongest?

“S’gonna be too much-” you squeal as he’s pulling you closer into his arms, letting your head loll into his lips. Pushing your legs up further - till they were pressing so tight against your tits. Shifting his hips more purposefully - right at the angle to hit that sweet spot that had you crying out in ecstasy, “Dunno if I can, Toru.”

“Now now now, don’t you dare run away.” his half-hooded gaze is almost crazed now. “Because you can cum. And you will.”

“I-” you choke, feeling like Gojo was pushing all the way into your lungs. “I will-”

Each push of his angry, weeping tip having you see stars behind your eyes. Abs burning, white strands of hair falling over his eyes - glowing ever-so-slightly in a way that neither of you had the capacity to notice at the moment. 

“You will.” he’s moaning, like a mantra. “You will you will you will- hngh- fuck! You will.” 

Each word spilling from Gojo’s lips only having his achingly cock twitch wildly inside you. Massaging your plushy walls, stretching them out so. Milking the fucking soul out of him, until it was almost difficult to fuck you into the mattress. To have your cunt pulling him back like she didn’t want to part.

So, so desperate. 

Exactly the way he knew you did when you were close - dangerously so. So he’s whispering into your open mouth, “Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

You don’t know who cums first - just that you’re seeing a flash of white, your heart thumping all the way in your ears, a rapid, urgent cadence at which he was spilling into your quivering cunt. Having gone over the edge again. Warm - so warm with each rope after rope of seed, painting your gummy walls white, your puffy folds slobbering all over him.

Only adding to the mess as he fucks his cum deeper. Again and again and again - fucking into you like he was out of control. And he probably was. 

“Hey, so….y’know how six is my lucky number?”

A/N. First time writing true form Sukuna, how are we feeling, hm?

Plagiarism not authorized.

[yieldtotemptation]

EASY ft. Yunjin

yunjin x male reader smut

6k words

“Oh, you’re an idiot,” Yunjin decides, stealing yet another one of your fries. “My best friend is an idiot.”

You pull the bowl out of her reach, feeling the need to defend yourself, “You're really calling me an idiot because—”

“Because you have the completely insane opinion that jerking yourself off is better than getting a blowjob. What is wrong with you?”

“They’re overrated! Number of times I’ve cum from a blowjob—zero. Number of times I’ve cum from my own hand—probably thousands!”

“Okay, first—gross, and second—you’re not just an idiot. You are a sad, sad man.”

“I’m just being honest!”                      

Yunjin reaches over, snatches yet another fry. Waves it in front of your face, judging you, before reaching some kind of consensus in her unreasonably pretty head. “You only think that because you've never had a good one.”

“I've had plenty.”

Yunjin's eyes narrow. She crunches.

You swallow hard.

“But you've never had one from me.”

—

Look, you’re pretty sure Yunjin’s full of shit. You’ve known her forever, you’re well versed in her bullshitting ways—she’s got a penchant for stretching out the truth until it’s as elastic as the underwear strap that she just loves to leave sticking out of her jeans.

So, yeah. The girl likes to exaggerate. It’s kind of her job anyway. Make things seem bigger, more dramatic than they really are. Sell the idea of heaven in a three-minute pop song. Sweet lies from lips painted to perfection.

Plump, glossy, pillowy-soft lips that you’ve seen pout and purse and get trapped between her teeth or swiped over by her tongue and—

You get the picture.

“Seriously, the bathroom?” You’re asking, and honestly, you’re trying to give her an out. Waiting for her to take it back, reveal that this is all just an extremely unfunny prank, designed to needle you, make you blush and maybe get a good story to embarrass you in front of her friends with. How she left the silly, naïve hometown boy with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand.

Any time now, she’ll point and laugh and make you feel like even more of a fucking idiot when she says, ‘I can’t believe your dumb ass actually followed me in here expecting a blowjob,’ and that’ll be the end of it.

Really. Any time now.

And yet.

Silence as she closes the door behind her, which you feel the need to break with, “Come on, Yunjin, you don’t have to prove anything—"

Yunjin cuts you off—“Oh, but I want to.”

She spins on her heels to face you. Presses her back flush against the door. She turns the lock.

Something in the room shifts. 

Her posture, maybe, or more specifically something in her legs. The way she’s angled herself so that your eyes are drawn to their long creamy expanse, up to the tightness of her thighs, and the way they frame the juncture in between.

Or it’s in the drop of one single shoulder; her half-zipped hoodie sliding down to reveal a sliver of smooth neck, the falling strap of her tank-top, the gentle swell of her chest.

Or maybe it’s just the tilt of her head, her lips all pouty and perfect, and oh, now she’s unzipping the jacket further down and she’s watching you find out in real time that she’s left her midriff bare and uncovered and holy shit her abs are ridiculous and your brain is blue-screening—

This isn’t the Yunjin you know.

The friend, the confidant, the embarrassingly loud chatterbox who raids your fridge and roasts your clothes and has a running commentary on every single woman that enters and very quickly leaves your orbit.

Each ticking second, each subtle movement, she’s starting to look less and less like the girl from your childhood and more and more like the idol that everyone else seems desperate to worship.

She takes a step forward.

Your mouth feels paper-dry.

You lie, “Can’t say you’re off to a great start, then.”

Yunjin raises a perfect brow, and yeah, she doesn’t buy that shit for a second. “What, were you expecting somewhere with a little more ambiance?”

“Well, you’re setting yourself up for failure here,” you retort, some defence mechanism causing you to try to keep things casual, bring it back to more familiar, banter-heavy waters. “Toilets aren’t really a turn-on for me.” 

“Didn’t take you for a romantic,” she teases, but something about her tone—light, playful, less biting than usual, sends you in a tailspin. Your mind grinds to a halt when you realise why. She’s not simply teasing. She’s flirting. And she’s taking another step.

“What can I say, I’m a love before lust kind of guy.”

Yunjin just laughs, something foreign and a little bit wicked. Forces a chill down your spine that you can’t quite explain. She makes those final steps, closing the distance, backing you up against the row of sinks, and—fuck.

She stops right in front of you. Your heart races. You think she can hear it thump.

“Am I making you nervous?” She asks, and it’s all kinds of fucked because now you’re seeing the details; the flecks of honey-brown escaping the coloured contacts that make her eyes pop, the curls at the end of her lashes, reaching out to touch the fluorescent lights overhead. “The thought of my pretty lips wrapped around you putting you on edge?”

And you really thought you knew her mouth; but now she’s jutting out her bottom lip, and it’s fuller than you remembered. As dangerously red as her hair, and Jesus Christ you catch the tremble in them when her eyes flicker down for just a brief instant—right before they return to yours.

She grins.

You aim for unaffected. You miss the mark by a wide margin. "Just don’t want to disappoint you. Putting all this effort in only to be proven wrong by me. Again.”

Yunjin gives you a pitying sigh in response, the sound all honey and smoke, and she makes you flinch when she barely has to move a muscle to place a single finger on your sternum.

She draws a lazy circle on your chest. You hate that you shiver.

“Something tells me that won't be the case,” she’s saying, whisper-quiet now. The circle she’s drawing gets wider, turns into a spiral, and now she’s massaging into your chest, a hand over your heart, and her fingers are getting higher until they’re up to your shoulder, and she’s leaning in so her breath is hot on your neck, and—“It’s going to be filthy. Sloppy. A fucking mess. You’ll never be the same. I’m going to bring you to your knees.”

“I thought the whole idea of this was for you to be kneeling in front of me,” you manage, by some miracle, to keep your voice steady. “Seems like you’re getting ahead of yourself here.”

“All in due time,” she answers, getting her body closer, and you can feel your worser impulses start to involuntarily close the gap between your waists. “I’m not like those other girls. I’m not going to just jump right on your cock and bounce up and down for two minutes. I think you’ve earned yourself a little torture.”

“Then you’re wasting your time.”

“We’ll see about that,” she chides, and her other hand starts to skate down your chest, lower and lower until it stops just short of your pants. Her thumb digs into your waistband. Tugs. Does nothing else.

And maybe there's something there. The denial. The torture. The helplessness. Coming from someone who's always been a little bossy, who you've always let get her way because, hell, she's Yunjin, and she always promised that in the end she'd make it so nice for you.

You’re not sure if you want to find out.

“Yunjin—”

“Don’t be afraid,” she giggles, breaking you out of whatever spell has kept you frozen in place this entire time. “Go ahead, you can touch me too, if you want.”

But it's just as you reach out for her that you’re caught.

Yunjin traps one of your wrists in her grasp, causing you to freeze up all over again. Brings your hand to her mouth. Let’s her eyes flit once—to your face—and again—to your thumb.

She sucks.

Slow, deep, her tongue swirling around the digit as it disappears past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. Vibrates a ridiculously filthy moan into your knuckle, convincing you for a second that your thumb must be delicious, must be something really fucking sweet for her to be slurping on it like this.

She pulls away, just enough to let the sticky wetness left behind glisten in the light.

Her lips bless the pad. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”

And then the next finger; and yeah, you’re transfixed—fascination, horror, painful straining as she does the same dance with your forefinger. Deep, deeper than the thumb could reach, until your nail is scraping at the back of her throat and—

It pops out of her mouth as quick as it entered, and you feel it in your core—the sudden absence. “You’re thinking about it—thinking I might be right. Realising that if I can do this to your fingers—”

You can’t bring yourself to argue. Can’t even bring yourself to speak. You’re too busy watching her mouth, too busy watching your middle finger go all the way in, push down into her throat and holy fuck, she doesn’t even gag.

“It’d feel so much better than anything you ever had. Ever even imagined,” she says, and she’s kissing up and down your finger, staining it fire-engine red. “See, the problem wasn’t that you don’t like blowjobs. It’s that you never once gotten one from a mouth this eager for you.”

And finally, when her teeth graze the tip of your ring finger, and you’re expecting the warmth of her lips once more, she stops.

Grinds her hip into you, forcing you to stab into her abs, and it’s unavoidable now—the pressure of your cock, ready to tear itself out of your jeans and just feel her. Her touch. Her cunt. Her mouth.

She feels it too. Arches her eyebrow—‘I told you so’ on her lips prepped and ready.

You wait under the heat of her gaze, trying not to look because you really don't want to give her the satisfaction. But fuck it’s hard. Each breath feeling like it’s being siphoned out of you, replaced with the scent of her—sweet, suffocating. Intoxicating.

But your eyes turn traitor. And it’s a mistake.

Yunjin squeezes your wrist, steals your attention. Takes your ring and pinkie fingers into her mouth. Pushes them past her lips at the same goddamn time.

Your mind goes completely, utterly blank.

She sucks on them hard, drawing them deep past her lips, devouring them, like they’re the last two drops of water in the desert and she’s just been dying of thirst. Holds your eyes hostage, needing an audience to watch as she makes a show of it; moaning around them, tongue rolling over and around your digits and you’re receiving the message loud and clear—‘You have no idea what you’re in for.’

You feel your knees start to give out.

Your fingers are soaked with her saliva, and the sounds she’s making—deep, throaty, fucking obscene—your body’s being hijacked, all your blood redirected to one painfully obvious place.

It occurs to you that you should just give up now. Tell her she’s proven her point. Your heart’s racing, your chest is tightening, your breath is coming in ragged, desperate bursts. Just tell her you believe her and jump straight to the part where she does her victory dance on top of your cock

If only.

Yunjin sets your fingers free with a smack of her lips, but the heat of her mouth still clings to your skin, lingering with the wetness of her tongue, the promise of something so much better. She kisses a trail around your palm, over the back of your hand, around your wrist.

And then she’s on her toes, and she’s leaning her body into you, using your shoulder for support. Marking your neck, nose nuzzling against the stubble, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her waist. Pull her closer, give her tongue access to your jaw, your cheek, anywhere she wants.

Her teeth line the bottom of your ear, and she sucks gently at your earlobe, and you swear to fucking God it makes your balls tingle.

She bites. “By the end of this, you’re going to be begging.”

Gets closer still, nestles herself into your embrace, presses her tits against your chest. It's divine, the feeling of her against you, in your arms. So right. A body so tight; slender and grace and so happy to have your arms wrapped around her, so delighted that you've discovered the perfect home for your fingers, because she would absolutely hate to have them anywhere else. On anyone else.

"You won't be able to resist me," she tells you, her breath hot on your skin, making it rise up in goosebumps. And you just nod along, because what could be better than the way she's touching you, the heat she's offering, the things you can already picture her lips doing?

And that’s when she lays it on you—her true endgame in all of this teasing:

“You’re going to want it so badly, you’re going to call me Mommy.”

You nearly push her right off you.

Yunjin just stares straight at you. Dead serious. Heat, intent, fucking determination set upon her awfully pretty features.

“I’m older than you, you know.” You try to laugh it off, but it comes out strained when Yunjin presses herself into you again, and her tongue starts to trace the shell of your ear, and her hand starts to work at your zipper. Touching you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like she’s done it so many times before. Like she’s going to do it so many times again.

“It’s a state of mind, baby,” and she smirks, and there’s a challenge in there. Two doors—try to prove her wrong and walk away, keep your dignity intact. Or just let go, get rid of your pride and fall into a pair of the most tempting, talented, sinful lips that have ever graced your skin.

You don't even get a second to decide.

Her hand’s already at your throat, pulling you close. You let her. Make it easy. Taste the sweetness of her breath, getting a split second to crave her tongue before finally meeting it. Her mouth crashes into yours, and you’re gone.

You kiss her back, breathe her in. Welcome her tongue past your teeth, let it stroke yours, dance in a way that’s far too right for a first time, and it's crazy how she just fits.

She feels, smells, tastes like everything good.

You settle into the reality that this might be the last—only—chance you get.

Face it, you’ve always known who she is—undeniable, goddamn gorgeous, sexy, hot, plain and simple. But this? This is different. You’ve watched it. Yunjin on stage, wearing next to nothing, hips rolling in sync with a thrumming bass, eyes fucking the hell out of the cameras. And you’ve fantasised about it. But it's always felt so fucking far-fetched. She's always felt so impossibly out of reach.

Intangible, since the day she debuted. Ascended to some place that you could never join.

But now.

She’s come back down, just for this. Just to reclaim something that's always been hers.

She moans something nice into your mouth when she feels you pushing back against her. Her hand finally dips beneath your waistband. Finds you eager. Desperate.

But then she pulls away.

Eyes widen, fucking laughs.

“Oh, you’re such an asshole.”

You blink. “What?”

She reaches back, hands careful. Like she’s defusing a bomb. Her fingers peel down the zipper of your pants, and then yank down the stretched-out cotton of your briefs, and you’re set free.

Hard. Aching. Throbbing.

Hers.

“Asshole,” she repeats.

You don’t even know what the fuck.

“Christ, it suddenly makes sense,” she says to herself, but doesn’t bother elaborating. No, instead, she just reaches back down, wraps her fingers around you and gives you a little squeeze. Tests the water. Feels the way your cock jumps under her touch.

Your knuckles turn white against the sink behind you, and Yunjin smiles again when she realises you’re going to let her do whatever she wants.

And so her hand starts moving. Slowly. Gently.

She kisses you again, for just a moment, and then lower, and lower. Stroking you as she maps her way down your body with her lips. Feather-light against your skin, touch hot on your cock, dragging it out, building the anticipation.

Stopping when she’s on her knees. Breathing on your cock.

You hiss in a breath.

Yunjin lets go. Takes off her jacket. Tightens her ponytail. Blinks up at you. And fuck. Her chin tipped just so. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes alone making you strain.

Her lips part, and you find yourself nodding before she even says a single word.

“I’m going to take care of you now,” she whispers into your skin, kissing into your thigh. It’s warm, soft, wet. Excruciating. She’s so close to where you need her mouth to be, but so fucking far.

Her fingers trace patterns up and down your shaft, dancing over your cock. Not touching, never. Just teasing. Torment that has you squirming, and she’s basking in it, tracking every twitch, loving every desperate gasp.

“You’re mine,” Yunjin mutters, as her mouth travels up your thigh, and your muscles start to shake. You could just grab her, it’d be so easy. Just take her by the hair, force her to give you want you want. But something stops you. Afraid of breaking this moment. Anticipating what’s to come. 

Your oxygen's running low, barely breathing, can’t stop yourself from panting when her teeth scrape along your hipbone, and your cock jumps in response, nearly slapping her right in the face.

But fuck, Yunjin’s a sadist. She kisses around your waist, her tongue darting out to taste your skin, exhaling hot and steamy air against your balls. You're dripping, beading at the tip, and it’s all so, so obvious.

The wait is agony. Pure agony.

Yunjin gives you a small mercy. Her hand wraps around you again, and for an instant you’re terrified that the touch alone would be the end of it.

But thankfully, you outlast. Yunjin strokes you lightly, her grip firm but gentle. Loving. Wresting control over you, your cock. So fucking hard already, you’re surprised you haven’t torn the sink off the wall yet.

And then, oh fuck, she’s kissing closer. Your abs, your belly button. Lower, lower, breath hot on your cock, closer, closer, please.

You can’t take it anymore. You need her. You need this.

“Yunjin,” and any other time you would hate yourself for how embarrassingly needy it comes out.

“Admit you were wrong,” Yunjin says, and you’re ready to scream it, tell her you’ve never been more wrong about anything in your entire life. Anything to feel her lips. “Admit that there’s no way your hand could ever be better than this.”

“Yes,” you grit out, and it’s a fucking miracle you can form words at all. “You were right. I was wrong.”

She’s baring teeth now, and her lips are ghosting over your cock head and you just need her.

“Please.”

“Say it.”

“I can't—”

“Do it.”

“Mommy.”

And then—

Her mouth is on you.

Wet, hot, heaven. Taking you in slow, eyes paying attention to your every flinch, the agonising twists across your face. Trained on all your strained reactions. Savouring it. Reading you like a book—every page turned with a flick of her tongue, every paragraph devoured with a swirl of her cheeks.

Slow, so slow. Deliberate. Perfect suction. Just enough to make your toes curl, to have your hips buck in her mouth. Convincing you that everything before, everything you ever had, whatever you believed was a blowjob—was all a fucking lie.

No one ever felt like this.

Your fingers release the sink, find their natural place in her hair, threading through the red, letting it knot around your digits. And there's the urge again. Tug, pull, make her go faster, make her understand that she’s already won so you might as well fuck without abandon, but you don’t dare. You don’t want to ruin this. Not when she seems so satisfied.

Cheeks hollowing out with every suck, smiling around your cock, basking in some kind of pleasure you can’t even comprehend—because she’s the one doing the giving here.

And then when she sinks, finally pushes your cock to the back of her throat and further down. Presses her nose to your waist and holds you there. Stealing your breath, the air from your lungs, forcing a deep, guttural ‘Fuck’ from your gut.

You reach your conclusion. Her lips are made for this. Made to fit around your cock perfectly, to slide up and down with the fucking unapologetically sloppy noises that make the room spin. That it’s only her throat that can take you deeper than you ever thought possible, that can constrict and tighten around you so nice. That no other mouth could be this warm, hot, welcoming, fucking right.

She pulls back. A long, long draw that leaves a fucking mess. Globs of spit, drool, pre-cum hanging off your cock, from her lips.

“This poor, poor cock,” she sighs, like it’s such a great tragedy. “Never had anyone treat it right. Like the treasure it is.”

She shows you what she means, demonstrates how to properly worship your cock. Lips brushing along your shaft, pecking gentle kisses along your length, tongue snaking out to lick off her own spit.

Her hand slides under your balls, cupping them, balancing them in her palm. Holding them in place when she points your cock up so she can duck underneath. Nuzzle her nose into your waist, lap her tongue at your base, get her lips right where you’re most sensitive.

Pleasing you like she’s always wanted to. Making you believe that maybe she has. Maybe this is something she’s been thinking about all this time; every time she’s seen you, seen the way you looked at her, heard you tell stories of the other women that only ever disappointed you with their mouths.

Not knowing that she was the one that could make you fucking levitate this entire time.

“This was always going to happen,” Yunjin says. Starting to stroke you again, her grip a little tighter this time, a little more possessive. Looking up at you through her lashes, red lipstick smudged off the corner of her mouth. “One way or another, I was always going to have this.”

And her tongue is everywhere. Laving around the base of your cock, making you feel it all the way to your toes. Not done with the teasing, the unbearably slow burn that’s going to drive you insane.

Her mouth opens wide. She takes one of your balls into her mouth. Surrounds it in soft, wet heat. Sucking—not hard, not yet, just enough. Enough to make you bite down and grind your teeth. Squeeze your eyes shut—not that it even helps. You can feel her tongue rolling around, coating your balls in a warm stickiness. Soothing. Torturous. So fucking good.

She lets out a soft hum, and the vibration nearly sends you over the edge.

Yunjin lets go with a pop, and you swear you can hear your soul sigh in relief and despair. “God, this cock,” she murmurs, “Wish you had told me, shown it to me sooner.”

The way she says it—like you could even fathom what you’ve been missing out on. Years of this? Years of her mouth on you? Years of her making you feel like the only thing that matters in this fucking world is impaling your cock into the most insanely hot and wet and tight hole you’ve ever felt?

The look on Yunjin’s face answers every single question for you.

Yes. Yes to all of it.

“Could have been doing this every fucking day,” she muses, and you let out some choked gasp, and her lips are kissing into your slit again. Then her tongue, then lower, and she’s taking you deep. So deep you’re pretty sure you can feel her fucking heartbeat through her throat.

She holds you there. One, two, three. Letting her tongue drool down your shaft, letting it drip over your balls and splash down between her knees.

Pulls back, lets go, catches her breath.

Spits on your cock.

“Imagine,” she speaks, even though her mouth is a fucking disaster, lips swollen, just a glossy smudge of red. “Just waking up to me sucking this, getting it all nice and hard and throbbing.”

It’s not difficult at all to see it. You can feel it. Tongue flattening against the underside of your cock, the swallow as she’s taking you in, the cheeks fixing around the edges with each bob. Just so fucking messy. Soaking your cock, letting these garbled, choked, slick, filthy noises echo off the bathroom walls.

“This would ruin me, you know that don’t you? Ruin my cunt,” she tells you. “Ruin Mommy’s tight little cunt so fucking nicely.”

“Fuck you, Yunjin,” is the best you can muster, which is impressive considering your brain cells are dying off one by one from the lack of oxygen.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d love that.”

“Of course I would,” you admit, and then continue admitting, “I’ve always fucking wanted to.”

“I know,” Yunjin admits back, and that sets her off. Her mouth goes to work again, your cock disappearing into her, her hand getting just that little bit faster, and fuck, fuck, fuck, she’s got it all wrong.

She’s the one that’s going to ruin you. Going to make you forget every other orgasm you ever had.

There'll be no room for anything in your head but just thoughts of fucking her. Raw, rough; again and again until she's completely filled up with you and even then.

“Been dreaming of it,” you groan out, as Yunjin’s pace builds, and there’s the beginning of tears lining her eyes, and she’s gagging more often than not, and it compels you to keep telling her, “Been dreaming of your tight fucking body. What I’d do to get my hands on that slutty little waist. Just dig in my fingers and pound into that cunt. God I know it would feel so good.”

Deeper and deeper, until she doesn’t even need to use her hands anymore. Just to steady your legs, to keep you still while she fucks your cock with her throat.

And it’s these images you’re drawing up in her mind. How you’d pay her back, how you’d make her scream, how’d you do the same to her and more. Wreck her with your cock until she never seeks another again. Make sure that her lips, her cunt, her body belong to only you. That’s what’s driving her now, making her eyes water, making her cheeks go red and her throat bulge.

That’s what has her hand snaking down between her thighs, forcing open the button of her shorts, stretching the waistband of her panties to their limits. Just so she can touch herself. To feed into the heat building in her cunt and the wetness leaking down her legs.

You can feel her, mouth tightening around you as she teases herself. Feel the accidental swipe of her teeth when it gets too much. She’s rubbing her clit in circles, matching the tempo of her bobbing head.

Fuck, the sight alone.

Hand disappearing into her shorts, getting down and into herself, and she’s so fucking pretty, even when her face is scrunched up in the worst of pleasures, even when she’s choking on your cock.

And you think there’s laughter around the gags, or at least a smile against your skin when you throb, jerk, fuck her mouth. She’s enjoying this. The power, the pleasure she can wrench from you. You’re getting off, sure, but it’s all for her. All to prove her point.

And she’s fucking winning.

“Tell me,” she gurgles when she’s at your head, mouth bubbling at the corners with a cocktail mix of her sloppiness and your arousal. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Shit, Yunjin, it feels—”

“Actually, fuck that, tell me it’s better,” Yunjin decides, and she seems so fucking pleased with herself that you want to hate her. But it’s so hard to deny those big fucking eyes that anchor you to the ground, those ridiculously plump lips that suck any argument right out of your throat. “Better than your hand. Better than any other mouth. Tell me it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to your cock. Be a good boy and tell me I’m better.”

You groan, or whimper, or cry, or make some noise that makes Yunjin just so fucking ecstatic, makes her swoon and nearly come apart on her own fingers. “So much fucking better, Yunjin. Jesus, your lips. Perfect for this. Perfect, cock-sucking lips. Hot mouth. Your fucking throat taking me so nice.”

“Use it,” Yunjin opens her mouth, stretches her lips as far as they'll go, showing you, sticking out her tongue and giving you an insight into your own end. “Use it like the toy it’s always been for you. Fuck it, fuck me. Use my lips, my mouth, my throat. Make me choke until you think I can't take it and then give me even more.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“And you’re about to make a mess.”

Yeah, you’re properly doomed.

God it’s so fucking cruel. How Yunjin doubles down, mouth swallowing you whole. So fast and deep that you don’t understand how you’re still on your feet. Just watching her throat pulse, convulse, her eyes bulge when you rut inside her and she just won’t stop.

“You’re so fucking good, Yunjin, so good, you’re a—fuck—you’re a—” Only one word comes straight to mind, "Cumslut."

Yunjin preens. Looks up, lashes fluttering. Sounding so girly that it makes everything seem even more debauched and depraved. “Aren’t I? Aren’t I so good for you?”

You grunt out, “You already fucking know.”

Yunjin’s hand returns to the fold, jerking your cock into her lips, because your own personal catastrophe’s on the horizon. It’s coiling in your balls, tightening up, a spring ready to snap.

And, oh, how Yunjin would love to be the one that snaps it.

“You’re not going to be able to go back. Never. No one else will be able to take this big fucking cock like this. No one can be as much of a cumslut for you.”

You’re fucking falling apart. Yunjin’s mouth is a vice. Hot, heavenly, sloppy vice that’s squeezing the last drops of sanity from your brain. She just keeps fucking doing it—taking you so deep until your cock’s lost down her throat, over and over again. And it’s building and getting closer and closer to disaster and every nerve ending in your body is just begging for release.

“Give in,” she slurs around your girth, barely coherent, mouth full of you. Pumping your cock faster, until it’s throbbing and aching so desperately and angrily, and her words are sounding nicer and nicer with every passing beat. “Give up. Give me that cum. All of it.  Cum for me. Make Mommy happy. Give me what I want. Give me what I need. Give me—”

“Shut the fuck up and take it—”

“Be a good boy and beg—”

“Fuck you—”

You’re straining, for the first time lifting your hips off the sink and falling into her. Hands holding onto her head—and now her hair is just a handlebar, and you're riding her mouth for dear life, fucking into it like she doesn't have a choice. Using her, making her take you, over and over, again and again, and she’s just so happy to keep fingering herself into oblivion while you lose all tempo and pace and forcefully, clumsily wreck her throat.

Until you’re just seeing red.

Red of her hair, her lips. Red smudged up and down your cock and against your waist and all over your fucking fingers.

And then—

“Fuck you—Mommy!”

You can see it in her eyes.

You can feel it in every nerve ending.

You can taste it in the air.

It’s harsh, mean, rough. Pounding into her mouth, stretching her throat, until her nails are digging into your thighs and you’re shaking, twitching, fucking—

Cumming.

You empty yourself into her. Yunjin doesn’t flinch. She takes it. Every pulse of your orgasm, every drop of your cum. Swallows it down with a greedy gulp, again and again, until she can’t swallow anymore.

It gushes out of her mouth.

A thick rope that she can’t quite keep up with that paints those gorgeous fucking lips. Her cheeks and chin. Drips down to her neck. So fucking beautiful. Covered with your cum all over her face, and now down to her shoulder, her collarbone, and oh you’ve ruined her entire slutty outfit.

“God, fuck, Yunjin—”

And she’s dropping her pussy down onto her fingers, panting around your cock, around mouthfuls of your cum. Working her clit in quick, sharp movements until it’s just your hand tangled in her hair that’s keeping her upright.

This fucking image of her.

Mouth full of you, swallowing, choking, gagging. So fucking obscene you can’t look away. Eyes rolled back into her skull, cheeks are flaming, and she’s so shiny and wet and glazed over, and just a complete fucking mess for you.

You can’t imagine anything better.

It leaves you reeling. Standing there with your cock still out. Shaking from aftershocks that you’re not sure will ever end. Trying to catch your breath, chest heaving, eyes blurring back into clarity while you watch Yunjin return to life.

“Good boy,” she breathes, but it’s hardly smug. It’s just pure victory.

She opens her mouth. Smiles so wide. Shows you her prize. Shows you the mess she’s made, shows you everything. Moans at the taste of it, as she absorbs your flavour into her tongue. Completely dazed, mouth fucked to hell, and just strung-out and drunk on your cum. She finds the energy to swipe her tongue around her teeth, cleaning the best she can. She barely makes a dent.

And you’re still hard. Still fucking throbbing.

Her eyes never leave yours. She wants you to see.

She grins, and you're already expecting it, the victory speech. Something no doubt flirty and teasing and completely fucking filthy that will make you want to throw her over the sink and punish her tight, drenched cunt until she's the one begging and calling you Daddy.

Only, that all gets tossed out when you hear someone banging on the bathroom door.

“Everything okay in there?”

The sudden intrusion brings everything back into focus, seizes you back into a reality outside of Yunjin's cum-stained lips.

You clear your throat.

“I’m sorry, it’s my,” and you look down and Yunjin’s beaming up at you. Looking so perfect, kneeling on the cold tiles. Streaks of your cum hanging off her chin. She blows you a kiss. “My girlfriend. Just needed some immediate attention.”

And Yunjin decides to up the ante, leaning back into you. Snaking her arms around your thigh. Kissing into where you’re still so ridiculously sensitive. And then licking and sucking and—

It takes an impossible amount of effort to not scream at the top of your lungs. “We’ll be out soon, just need a couple—”

Yunjin shakes her head. Shows you both hands. Flashes all fingers.

“Ten—”

Shakes her head once more. Flashes again.

“Twenty?”

Yunjin nods.

“Twenty minutes.”

There’s a pause on the other side of the door, and you realise that this is all fucking out of control and completely unbelievable.

But still.

Yunjin’s tongue is setting you on fire, and God she’s kissing up higher, rising to her feet and she's covering every inch of your skin that she has yet to leave her mark.

You whisper-shout at her, “They’re going to break this door down.”

Yunjin laughs, and there’s no way whoever is outside the bathroom doesn’t hear it.

She removes her ruined top. Lets her bra fall to the ground. Steps out of her drenched panties. She looks like perfection.

“That’s fine,” she says, and she’s taking a hold of you, kissing you, and you can taste yourself on her lips and fuck, she’s winning again—“But you’re going to break me first.”

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LEE HEESEUNG ⟡ BROTHER'S BEST FRiEND

heeseung’s hands roam around your waist, pulling you flush against him. the kitchen island pressed into your back. your brother, aka, his ride or die, jeno, lay oblivious on the couch, dead to the world. “easy, angel,” he breaths, his voice a low vibration. “wouldn’t wanna wake your brother,"

his hand slides further up, reaching the clasp of your bra. with nimble fingers, he unhooks it, letting the fabric fall away. your breasts spill out, nipples hardening at the sudden coolness of the air. without wasting a second, he bends his head to claim one with his mouth. you gasp, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through you. his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud before biting hard, making your legs wobble.

next his mouth was on yours, kissing you like he owned you. like he had every right to do this, here in your own home, with jeno just a room away. the thrill of it all made you dizzy, but you didn’t care. he knew exactly what he was doing, and you were powerless to resist. your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him closer.

his fingers slip inside your skirt, brushing against the silky fabric of your panties. you feel your heart skip a beat, but before you could react, he finds the wetness that has pooled there. “my pretty little slut, so, so wet for me.” he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with lust. your breath hitched as he slid a finger along the length of your slit, teasing you, building the tension.

he pushes aside the fabric, exposing you to his greedy gaze. heeseung’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your wet, glistening pussy. “do you like it? knowing that your brother could wake up any minute now,” he utters, awe and satisfaction in his voice. his thumb began to circle your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

your eyes rolled back, and you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. heeseung’s touch was like liquid fire, burning through any semblance of control you had left. his voice was a low rumble in your ear, “shhh, be quiet, angel,” he murmurs, his own arousal pressing against your thigh. his fingers began to move, sliding in and out of you, setting a rhythm that made your knees threaten to buckle. the sound of skin on skin filled the kitchen, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. you clench around his fingers, eager for more, trying desperately not to make a sound.

his other hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly as his mouth trailed kisses down your neck. the pressure built, tightening in your core, and you felt your toes curl in your shoes. your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving little half-moons in his skin, but he doesn't flinch. instead, he just smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. 

his fingers move faster, the sound of your wetness growing louder with every stroke. your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on anything but his touch, the fact that your brother was just a few feet away. but it was impossible. heeseung’s fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. your breaths came in gasps, your body trembling against his.

your orgasm crashes into you, stealing your breath. your body tightens around his hand, muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. your nails dig deeper into his shoulder, your legs giving out. heeseung holds you up, chuckling darkly against your skin as you ride out the climax. “my dirty little angel.”

PARK JONGSEONG ⟡ OFFiCE ROMANCE

09:37

the clock on the wall stares back at you, mocking your punctuality. you knew you were late and knew the consequences that came with it. your heart races as you approach his office door, the cold metal handle feeling slick under your clammy palm.

“you’re late, ms y/n.”  jay’s voice cuts through the air like a knife, making you jump. his eyes are fixed on the paperwork scattered across his desk, his mind already thinking how to ‘punish’ you. your stomach flips as you remember the unspoken rules of your office arrangement.

you swallow hard, stepping into the room, the door clicking shut behind you. “i-i’m sorry, mr. park,” you stammer, trying to gather your wits. jay doesn’t look up, his fingers tapping impatiently on the gleaming wood surface.

“seems like you need to be punished,” he utters with a lazy smirk. your face flushes at the thought of your ‘punishment’, a thrill of fear and arousal shooting through you. his eyes finally meet yours, dark and demanding, as he leans back in his chair.

“get down on your knees for me,” jay commands, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. you hesitate for a brief second, the office suddenly feeling hot and stifling. your knees wobble as you lower yourself to the plush carpet, the fabric of your skirt riding up slightly. his gaze never leaves yours as he continues to speak. “now, unbutton your shirt. let's see what you’re hiding underneath.”

your fingers shake as you fumble with the buttons, one by one they pop open, revealing the lacy white bra. the fabric clings to your sweat damp skin, your nipples already hard with anticipation. jay’s eyes drift down to your chest, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “good girl,” he murmurs, the praise sending a jolt straight to your core.

but then, his mood shifts. “now, the belt,” he says, his tone a mix of impatience and amusement. “use your teeth.” you blink, unsure if you heard him correctly. your teeth graze the leather of his belt, the metal buckle cool against your skin.

you fumble awkwardly at first, your breathing shallow and erratic. jay’s eyes never leave yours, the smirk growing into a full-blown smile as he watches your struggle. his pants are tight, the fabric straining around the growing bulge.

you work the belt through the loops of his pants, the leather sliding against your skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. the tension in the room is palpable, the sound of the belt being unbuckled echoing in the silence like a gunshot. your heart thuds in your chest as you pull it free.

“now, the zipper,” jay says, his voice a little raspy. you lean in, your breath hot on his crotch as you grip the metal tab between your teeth. you tug it down, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet. his erection springs free, thick and hard, making you gasp slightly.

his hands are busy stroking the back of your neck, his hand sliding down to cup your cheek. “now, suck it,” he commands, his grip tightening. you look up at him, eyes wide and questioning. his smile turns predatory, “what are you waiting for?”

you lean in, your trembling hands wrapping around the base of his shaft, guiding it towards your parted lips. the scent of his arousal filling your nose as you tentatively take him in. his hand moves to the back of your head, pushing you closer, his hips rolling slightly as he fucks your mouth.

his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you deeper, until you feel the tip of his cock nudge the back of your throat. you gag, your eyes watering, but the sound he makes—half groan, half grunt—spurs you on. your tongue swirls around the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, and you can't help the little moan that escapes you.

you suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you take him in, feeling his length throb and pulse with every stroke. your hands move to grip his hips, steadying yourself as he starts to thrust into your mouth. the papers on his desk rustle as his chair moves back with the force of his movements, knocking over a pen that clatters to the floor.

his breathing changes, growing ragged and uneven. you can feel him getting closer, his thighs tense, his hips bucking upward. your eyes water as you try to keep up with his tempo, your jaw starting to ache. and then, just as you think he's going to come, he pulls out with a smack of wet flesh.

“hands on your tits,” he orders, his voice gruff and thick with desire. you obey immediately, cupping your breasts, pushing them together. jay’s eyes never leave yours, the smirk on his face turning into a wolfish grin as he watches you.

you feel his hands on your shoulders, guiding you up until your breasts are at the perfect height for his cock. with a sneer of satisfaction, he pushes the head between your cleavage. your eyes widen as he starts to fuck them, the friction hot and intense.

his cock glides over your sensitive skin, smearing pre-cum and your saliva along the way. your nipples are hard and sensitive. you whimper, the pressure building in your chest, your body trembling from the sheer force of his movements.

his eyes widen and his grip tightens. “oh, fuck,” he groans, and you know he’s close. your breath hitches as you brace yourself, your eyes locked on his, watching as his pupils dilate, his expression one of pure carnality. with a final, brutal thrust, jay pulls his cock out from between your tits and strokes it once, twice, before he cums all over your tits, painting them with thick ropes of white.

you watch in a daze as he comes down from his high, his breathing returning to normal, his grip on your head loosening. he looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. “clean up,” he says, tossing a tissue box onto the desk with a thud.

you blink, coming back to reality, your knees still on the floor, your mouth feeling bruised and swollen. your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as you reach for the box with shaky hands. jay leans back in his chair, watching you with a smug expression, while dressing himself up. 

“remember your lesson, ms. y/n,” he says, his voice a low purr. 

SIM JAEYUN ⟡ CHAEBOL READER w. SELF DEFENSE TRAiNER

“are you listening to me?” jake’s voice pierces through the static in your thoughts. “you need to pay attention if you want to learn anything,” he says, his tone a mix of irritation and concern.

you glare at him, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “why do i even have to be here? i can take care of myself.”

jake’s expression remains unyielding. “because your father is worried about you, and he wants you to be prepared.” he steps closer, his eyes searching yours. “and because, whether you like it or not, you're in danger. you need these skills.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “right. because a month of self-defense classes will totally save me from some crazed stalker or kidnapper.” you’ve had enough of his patronizing tone and the sweat trickling down your back. “i’ve got better things to do with my time than play pretend.”

what pisses jake more is that you’re so fucking pretty. so, so pretty, with those doe eyes and pouty lips that curl into a smirk every time you challenge him. and you’re such a fucking brat. the way you roll your eyes, the way you argue with every instruction. it’s like you're begging for it, begging for him to show you who’s in charge. but he’s your trainer, and he can’t cross that line. not even when you strut into the training room in those tight leggings that hug your ass like a second skin.

you notice his gaze lingering and your cheeks heat up. there’s something in his eyes that makes you feel both exposed and intrigued. you’ve never had to work so hard for anything, especially not the attention of a man like jake. he’s strong, capable, and obviously not impressed by your wealth or your attitude. you decide to push a little harder, to get under his skin.

you saunter over to the punching bag, hips swaying, and throw a half-hearted punch. jake’s hand shoots out, catching your wrist in a firm grip. “that’s not how you do it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck as he steps in behind you. his other hand guides your fist into a proper position, his body pressing against your back. “you need to put some power behind it,” he whispers.

his proximity sends a jolt of electricity through you, and your heart starts to race. his muscular chest is like a wall at your back, his arms caging you in. you can feel the tension in the air thicken as his grip on your wrist tightens slightly. for a moment, you think he might kiss you, but instead, he steps away, leaving you panting. “again,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

you’re aware of every inch of space between you, every shift of his weight, every subtle flex of his muscles. your mind is racing with thoughts of what it would be like to have him touch you, to feel his strength crushing against you, but you know it's wrong. you know you can’t have him, but your body doesn’t care about rules.

you throw the punch again, and this time, it’s not half-hearted. it’s fueled by frustration and a strange, pulsing need that you’ve never felt before. your fist connects with the bag, the sound echoing through the room. jake’s eyes widen slightly, and you know you’ve surprised him.

his grip on your wrist tightens again, his hand sliding down to yours, his fingers lacing through yours to correct your stance. your breath hitches as your bodies touch, the heat from his palm searing into your skin. “you're getting there,” he murmurs, his voice closer than it should be.

you can feel his breath on your neck, his chest rising and falling with every exhale. the smell of him, musky and masculine, is intoxicating. you lean back slightly, feeling his abs tense beneath his shirt. “what are you doing?” he asks, his voice tight. 

you look up at him through your lashes, a coy smile playing on your lips. “just trying to get it right,” you whisper, your voice a seductive purr. you throw another punch, but this time you let your body follow through, your back arching into him. jake’s grip on you tightens, his hand sliding down to your waist.

his eyes darken, his pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of your body. “you’re playing with fire, you know that?” he says, his voice a gruff warning.

you laugh, a throaty, taunting sound. “what’s the point of playing if you’re not going to get burned?” your hand slips down to his, pressing his palm closer to the curve of your hip. jake’s jaw tenses, his eyes flickering with something raw and primal.

suddenly, the room feels smaller, the air thicker. you’re aware of every beat of your heart, every inch of your skin that’s touching his. the tension is unbearable, a coil tightening in your stomach, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the exertion of the workout. jake’s hand slides lower, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your stomach.

you whirl around to face him, your eyes locking on his, the challenge in them unmistakable. without a word, you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that's hungry, demanding. he resists for a moment, but then his arms are around you, pulling you closer, his kiss deepening. the punching bag is forgotten, the training room a blur as all you can focus on is the feel of him.

his hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he devours your mouth. you can feel his desire, the way his body responds to yours, the proof of it pressing against your stomach. your need spirals out of control as he lifts you, setting you on the workout bench behind you. his mouth trails down your neck, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of heat that makes you moan.

your hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingertips. you tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin. jake’s own hands are busy, sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you closer. your legs wrap around his waist, urging him to get even closer. the fabric of your leggings is the only barrier between you, and you can feel how much he wants to rip it away.

his kisses turn more urgent, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands wander to the button of your pants. the sound of it popping echoes through the room, and you gasp as he slides them down your hips. your skin is on fire, every inch of you aching to be touched. jake’s mouth leaves your neck, and you feel a brief moment of cold before it’s replaced by the hot press of his skin.

his shirt is the next to go, tossed aside as your hands roam over the planes of his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath. your bra is next, discarded in the frenzy as his mouth finds your breasts, his teeth grazing over your sensitive nipples. you moan, arching your back to give him better access, your hands fisting in his hair.

his mouth trails down your stomach, his kisses burning a path to the juncture of your thighs. you spread your legs wider, silently begging for more. jake’s eyes are dark with lust as he looks up at you, his hand sliding down to cup your sex. your breath hitches as his fingers find your clit, stroking it with a firm, sure touch that sends shockwaves through your body.

jake’s thumb presses down, making you whimper. “you want this?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “you want me to make you come?”

you nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “yes,” you murmur, your voice a desperate plea. “please.”

jake doesn’t need any further encouragement. with a primal groan, he pushes your legs apart and slides his tongue along your slit, tasting your sweetness. you cry out, your body writhing against him. he’s relentless, teasing and stroking until you’re on the edge, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

his tongue flicking and circling your clit, his teeth grazing your inner thighs. your breath comes in panting gasps, your hips rocking against his face. the anticipation is unbearable, your body tightening with every touch.

just as you feel the first tremors of your climax, jake pulls away, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “not yet, you need to learn patience.”

PARK SUNGHOON ⟡ PROFESSOR & STUDENT

“professor, i don’t understand this math problem,” you whine, batting your eyelashes innocently at the tall, dark-haired figure standing before you. sunghoon glances up from his paperwork, his piercing gaze meeting yours. you're leaning over the desk, giving him an eyeful of your ample cleavage, which is barely contained by your tight blouse. the room is empty now, the last of the students having filtered out of the classroom minutes ago.

his eyes trace the curve of your breasts, his pupils dilating slightly, before they snap back to your face. “you’re not focusing in class,” he says firmly. “you’re too busy flaunting around in those ridiculously short skirts and tight tops. maybe it's time we had a little talk about the dress code, miss y/n”

you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold in a smug smile. “but sir,” you purr, pushing your chest out just a little bit more. “i wear these clothes because they make me feel comfortable. surely you can't hold it against me if they...distract you?”

his jaw tenses, and you can see the conflict in his eyes. sunghoon’s hand clenches the edge of the desk, and for a moment you think you might have pushed him too far. but then, his expression relaxes, and a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “maybe i should show you just how distracting it is,” he says, standing up and walking around the desk towards you.

you feel your heart race as he stops right behind you, his hand brushing against your thigh. “you see, when you wear things like this, it’s hard for me to concentrate on anything else,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. you can feel his presence, his closeness, and it sends shivers down your spine. your skin feels electric where he touches you.

before you can protest, sunghoon’s hand is on your waist, pushing you forward until your palms are flat against the cool wood of the desk. your skirt rides up, exposing your blue-lace panties to the chilly air of the room. your breath hitches in your throat as you realize just how vulnerable you are, and how much you like it.

his other hand slides up the outside of your thigh, the fabric of your skirt bunching in his fist as he pulls it up higher. your heart races as his fingers graze the bare skin of your thigh, the anticipation of his touch making you wet. you lean into his touch, pushing back against him slightly, feeling his erection press against your ass.

sunghoon’s hand moves up to the waistband of your panties, pausing for a moment before hooking his thumb under the elastic. “is this what you want?” he whispers into your ear, his voice low and gruff. you nod eagerly, unable to form words as he tugs your underwear down, letting it pool around your ankles.

“tch, such a nasty whore,” sunghoon chides. his fingertips graze the edge of your pussy, making you gasp. his hand moves away, and you hear the sound of his belt buckle clicking open. “spread your legs wider,” he orders, and you comply, eager for what's to come. your knees tremble as you feel his warm palm cup you, his fingers spreading your folds apart.

“you’re so wet,” he murmurs, the sound of his zipper echoing in the quiet room. his thumb circles your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. you whimper, nodding your head, unable to hide the truth from him.

his hand leaves your pussy, and you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance. “always knew you were a slut,” he murmurs. with one swift movement, he slams into you, making you cry out. the pain mingles with the pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moan that builds in your chest. his grip on your hips tightens as he starts to thrust, his cock hitting all the right spots. you can’t believe this is happening, your professor fucking you right here in the classroom. it’s wrong, but oh so right.

his strokes become more urgent, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. you push back into him, meeting him halfway, desperate to feel more of him. the wood of the desk digs into your palms, but the pain only adds to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

sunghoon’s breathing turns ragged, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “you like being my little slut, don’t you?” you moan in response, the words sending a thrill through you. his hand moves from your hip to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you feel his dominance. “gonna fill you up nice, make you my little cumdump,”

his words are dirty, but they only serve to make you wetter. your pussy clenches around his cock, trying to pull him deeper. your body is on fire, desperately seeking the release you know is building.

the room spins as your orgasm crashes over you. your legs shaking uncontrollably. you scream his name, your voice echoing through the empty hallways outside the classroom. your nails dig into the desk, as your climax overtakes you.

sunghoon’s grip on your throat loosens, and you gasp for air, panting heavily. his strokes don't stop, though. they’re relentless, “we aren’t done yet,” he says gruffly. your legs are shaking, but you’re already building towards another peak. “need to teach you a lesson, one you’ll remember for sure.”

[ddeonghwa-s]

good behavior .ᐟ.ᐟ

you're riding kim mingyu and find him absolutely beautiful and perfect. and so it's so easy for good boy to slip from your lips. little do you know that's all he needs to take full control so he can truly show you how much of a good boy he really is.

꒰୨୧꒱— kim mingyu x fem!reader

꒰୨୧꒱— wc is approx. 2.8k

꒰୨୧꒱— genre : smut (mdni)

꒰୨୧꒱— cw : switch!gyu and switch!reader with dom!gyu. penetrative sex, unprotected sex. gendered praise on both sides (good boy/good girl), pet names (reader: princess). descriptive dirty talk, both narratively and with dialogue itself. heavy praise kink!

꒰୨୧꒱— tw : overstimulation, dummification, crying during sex from pleasure n overstimulation. cumming inside, heavy (?) subspace.

꒰୨୧꒱— notes : pure smut! this fic is written very stylistically for smut lol

you don’t think you’ll ever get over the sounds your boyfriend makes. 

kim mingyu is beautiful; this is no different even when he is beneath you. 

your knees press into the mattress on either side of his hips. your arms are behind you, hands braced on his strong — thick — thighs. you can feel the clench of muscle underneath you with every gentle fuck of your hips, every sweet roll. your body is like the bow of a violin, his the instrument; with every soft grind of your body against his, the most beautiful, loud song sings, his thighs and abdomen clenching underneath you, his mouth parted wide. 

your boyfriend’s pleasure is undeniable as you look down at him. your hips move in sweet figure eights that make his hands constantly shift from gripping at your thighs to the bedsheets, that makes his head tilt back and bare his golden throat to you. 

and of course his voice. 

mingyu is not quiet with his pleasure, body or sound. so while his body bends and shifts beneath yours, seeking and pushing from the pleasure of his dick in your cunt, his mouth sings. 

“fuck,” he whines, dark brows furrowed together. he hisses, white canines glinting in the bedroom light as his jaw drops in his moan. you can see where his teeth are indenting his pinkish brown mouth, marking his lips while in his sexual trance. 

“feels good,” you question, voice breathy as you continue to gently fuck down on him. it’s a trick question: you know he feels good. you feel so fucking powerful: mingyu, tall and broad and handsome and perfect mingyu, beneath you, his fat cock so deep inside your pussy you swear it’s in your cervix, gravity pushing you further and further down with every roll of your hips. 

his fat dick is deep within you, his large hands digging into the flesh of your thighs, and he’s moaning, mingyu is moaning, lips curling with pleasure. this man, this absolute powerhouse of a man, is moaning and whimpering beneath you, and fuck if you don’t feel absolutely heady with that power. 

when you fuck down on him you ensure his cock is sliding along that pleasure-spot in your pussy, sweetly stoking your own fires of passion. you can’t help but roll your head back at the slide of his dick, eyes falling shut prettily at the sensation. 

mingyu’s hands slip over you. he’s touching without any particular aim, just wanting to feel. he slides his hands over your thighs, your knees. he brush his fingers along the outside of your legs before he grips at your hips. he nails, neatly trimmed and cleaned, dig into the flesh there. 

he doesn’t use his grip to manipulate you in any way. mingyu just holds you like that, possessively marking your skin. 

“feels so good,” he says, hands flexing against you. you can feel him shift beneath you, hips minutely tilting. “you feel so good, princess.”

you let out a little huff of laughter. sweat dots your hairline, your skin is discolored from his enthusiastic mouth and teeth, and your cunt is soaking from your arousal and his precum; yet you’re princess. 

you move forward. you place your hands on mingyu’s abdomen. for a moment you just take in the feel of him beneath your hands. his soft skin, the way it rises and falls with every ragged breath he takes. you don’t think you’ll ever spend a moment not admiring mingyu; his heavy thighs and plush tits, his brown nipples and sweet mouth. 

using your hands to give yourself leverage, you raise your hips off of mingyu. he lets out a shuttering hiss, voice cracking high on the tail-end of it. 

when you drop back down on his cock, the flesh of your thighs meeting his with a sharp slap!, mingyu lets out a deep groan that seems to bubble out from deep within him. 

you laugh again. “that’s it,” you say, still smiling as you raise yourself up off of his dick once more. “gotta be loud for me, sweetheart.”

mingyu lets out another little noise at the deceptively-soft nickname. “gonna kill me,” he whines. “you’re so —”

you drop back on his dick roughly. if you hadn’t spent so long riding him already, hadn’t already been thoroughly fucked open by his cock, the momentum would’ve absolutely torn you in half. as it is you feel breathless, as if the wind had been knocked out from you. 

mingyu lets out a moan. “princess —”

“good boy,” you say, not quite aware of what words are escaping from between your lips, “such a good fucking boy.”

mingyu’s dark eyes open wide, his mouth parting. for a moment or two he just stares, just looks at you. 

you raise your brows at him, hips shallowly fucking down on him, a silent challenge. 

but then mingyu is flushing, blood rushing to color his golden skin. “say it again,” he properly whines, “say it again.”

you laugh at him, breathless. “taking me like a good boy,” you say. “you feel so fucking good inside of me, baby. stretching my tight little pussy so good like the good boy you are.”

mingyu groans again, and then he’s using his grip on your hips to tip you over onto the bed. his dick slips from your pussy as he moves the two of you, pressing your hot, sweaty body into the sheets and claiming your mouth with his. 

mingyu kisses you with absolutely no finesse. it’s all tongue. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and sucks at yours in turn as he lines his dick back to your pussy. 

he doesn’t fuck back into you immediately. mingyu holds his dick with one hand, sliding the tip of it along your folds. you’re absolutely soaking, and you can already feel fluid, a combination of your own juices and his precum, leaking down your cunt. 

“say it again,” mingyu demands, eyes pleading. his curls stick to his forehead sweetly. altogether he paints a cute picture of desperation, of a man trapped in a place where the lines between want and need blur completely. 

you laugh against his mouth. you wind your arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to yours once more. you suck at his lower lip, and for a moment he’s so distracted by your mouth that he forgets how he was taunting you with his dick, cock and the hand guiding it stilling. 

“fuck me, mingyu,” you say against his chin. “fuck me like a good boy.”

mingyu lets out a groan, and then he’s fucking his fat cock back inside. 

your cunt is, rather bluntly, gaping; there’s no pain from the stretch of his dick against your walls because there is no stretch. your pussy has so sweetly molded itself to the shape of him, allowing mingyu to seamlessly thrust back in. 

immediately he’s pushing until his dick is perfectly nestled in, the root of his dick against you. mingyu tucks his head against your neck, letting out a shuddering breath. 

you smile, one of your hands going to entangle with the sweaty curls at the base of his neck. “c’mon,” you gently taunt, “fuck me, baby.”

mingyu groans, a strangled noise, and then, ever obedient, he begins to fuck you. 

the slide of his dick against your walls has you tightening your hold on him, knees squeezing at his hips and toes curling. mingyu can’t help but grunt a little as you constrict him. so he shifts, arms moving to loop underneath your legs and forcing them up, breaking your hold around his neck. 

“gotta fuck you good,” he huffs. he uses the fold of your legs as leverage, slowly, maddingly, pulling his cock back from the hot heat of your pussy. “gonna fuck you so good, princess.”

his hands slip along the underside of your thighs, gripping them as mingyu moves to his knees. mingyu begins to fuck you properly, his thighs meeting your ass with sharp noises that seem to echo throughout the room; they do nothing, however, to hide the wet squelching noise of his cock thrusting in your pussy. 

despite all the times you’ve fucked before, you never seem to be able to get over this. the feeling of his dick striking against your cunt walls, the slight burn of your legs from the position he has you in, the noise of your cunt squelching with every quick thrust. 

because mingyu fucks you so eagerly. he’s chasing that high, chasing that hot pleasure that burns at his core. but he isn’t, of course, a greedy lover. 

mingyu makes sure to grind his hips against you, makes sure to rub against your walls and make those electric bundles within you dance from the stimulation. and he talks as he does it, lisp becoming prominent, eyes bright with the fever of passion. 

“feel so fucking good,” he says, and you almost can’t hear him over the sharp slap of his hips. “you’re so fucking hot and wet, princess — so fucking perfect, fucking made for me, made for my cock. 

“perfect pussy — it’s mine, princess. you’re mine, fuck —” and when your cunt clenches down around his dick in response, mingyu can’t help but laugh breathessly, canines peaking. “like that, princess? like me telling you that you’re mine? you are. all fucking mine, no one else’s.

“no one else gets to see this,” he says, eyes darting over your body. he takes in the jiggle of your tits as he thrusts, the sweat that glistens on your skin. “no one gets to see you all fucked out ‘n pretty like this. no one else gets to see your pretty fucking tits, your cute little cunt.”

he lets out another laugh, and then he’s covering your body with his, hands sliding to the backside of your knees to force them lower and lower. you can’t help but groan a little at the pain of it, toes curling at the stretch. 

and his dick — his dick seems to slide deeper in you, somehow forces itself further. 

“tell me,” mingyu hisses, beginning to fuck you once more. “tell me i’m doing good, princess. gotta say it. say i’m fucking you good.”

you can’t speak for a moment. so much is going on. your pussy is clenching, gut tightening. you’re trying to pay attention to what he’s saying, but you can’t help but feel everything so acutely; the slap of skin against skin, the stretch of your legs, his fat cock going so deep inside —

“tell me.”

your mouth quivers for a moment. when you speak it’s all automatic, not a single actual thought running through your brain. “so good, gyu — so — you fuck me so — so good —”

finally, and inevitably, mingyu slips his hand down to your cunt. it’s an easy glide of his thick fingers, slippery with your precious juices. for a moment he feels at your hole, feels your little hole gape around his dick as he fucks in out, in out. 

then mingyu’s hand continues on its journey, slipping up to frame your cute clit with his fingers. you’re already tensing up, pussy gripping his cock, in anticipation. 

and then mingyu begins rubbing at the muscle on either side of your clit, sending electric desire sparking up your body. he doesn’t rub in rhythm with his thrusts; instead mingyu keeps his hips quick and rabid and his rubbing smooth, a constant wave. it’s so much, it’s verging on overstimulating. 

you don’t know what to focus on — you can’t focus. 

your hips are bucking up into his, trying to meet each thrust, trying to spear yourself on his fat cock. at the same time you’re trying to force his fingers against you, trying to seek them out, and it’s this horrible, delightful overstimulation where you just don’t know what to do. 

it’s mind dumbing. you feel frantic; wantonly so. there’s no thought in your mind, no desire other than this. 

you want and you’re not even sure what you want; his cock fucking you so good, drilling into your sopping wet pussy, or his fingers, coaxing around your clit. 

you feel dumb with desire and overstimulation. you don’t know, you just don’t know. 

and it’s inevitable, really: you burst into tears. they spring out from your eyes and your mouth opens in a sob, your head pressing back against the mattress. you want want want but you don’t know, you don’t know —

mingyu presses his body against yours, grounding you with his heavy bulk. he presses open-mouthed kisses to your shoulders and throat and chest, trailing his lips. “c’mon,” he says, “gotta cum for me, princess. cum on my cock, fuckin’ cum on it.”

and you want want want —

mingyu’s teeth are sharp as he bites down onto your shoulder, digging in. the pain is bright and furious as it slices through you. it’s so startling that your entire body just seems to snap, and then you’re cumming, cumming cumming. 

it’s — you don’t even know what it is. all-consuming; electric; overpowering. it’s a cosmos bursting into everything and nothingness. 

mingyu stops thrusting as you cum, instead focusing on rubbing at your clit to get you through the orgasm. the loss of sensation has you sobbing once more, fingers twisting into the sheets as you buck your hips. 

you try to say something; fail. you try again. “p — please, please —”

mingyu lets out a loud groan. once he’s sure your orgasm has subsided, he withdraws from your cunt. you can’t help but cry at the loss, cry at how empty and gaping your pussy feels. 

mingyu manhandles you, twisting your body so your chest is pressing against the mattress and your ass is in the air. he mounts you, cock thrusting inside of you in one swift, almost brutal, movement. 

you press your face against the sheets, crying into them. so much is happening. your body is still ringing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but mingyu is fucking you, and it’s so so so much and it’s so so so wonderful. 

because you feel so utterly used. you’re just a hole for him at this point, just a pussy for him to fuck and get his full of. 

and mingyu does. 

mingyu fucks you. there’s no love in it other than the fact he’s fucking his girl, his princess; no love other than the fact you’re his. he fucks you purely to seek his end, to make that burning-hot fever within him snap, and it just so happens the hole he’s using belongs to you. 

his hands are strong as they grip your hips, slapping you back onto his dick. he lets out soft pants, deep moans. 

“good boy,” he hisses out, mostly air. “‘m your good boy, yeah? fuckin’ you so good, princess. say it. say i’m fucking you so good.”

you fight around the sobs that escape you, and when you speak your words are muffled by the mattress. “fuckin’ me good,” you sob, “my good — good boy, gyu —”

mingyu lets out a low noise, a growl, of satisfaction. he fucks your cunt a few more times, each thrust harsh and quick. the noises are crude, the sound of wet skin against skin, of his dick resisting against the wet suction of your pussy with every pull out. 

and then mingyu’s cumming in you. his cum is hot and thick, and as soon as you feel it fill you there’s an overwhelming satisfaction that shoots through you. 

you made him cum; he came from your cunt. 

mingyu drapes himself over your back, ignoring how your body collapses beneath him. he’s still inside of your pussy, dick plugging your hole and keeping his white cum from dripping out. 

he pushes your sweaty hair aside, presses his nose against the shell of your ear. when he speaks his breath is hot against your flesh. “good girl,” he groans, his hips giving a gentle buck into you. “what a good girl you are. you’re my good girl, aren’t you? my babygirl with the fucking perfect little cunt, perfect little pussy.”

you whine, nodding against the mattress. his words echo in your brain: good girl, good girl, good girl. 

“say it.”

“‘m your good girl,” you whimper.

mingyu laughs against you, breathless. “yes, you are. and ‘cause you’re my good girl you’ll let me, let your good boy keep fucking your cunt, yeah? let me fill you up?”

your body is exhausted. your mind is exhausted. you can’t think, and you don’t know, quite frankly, how you’re even breathing. absolutely nothing is happening; even your blood seems to slow to a stillness within you, your body overwhelmed to a point of merely existing. 

but still: 

“my princess is a good girl,” he says, nipping at your ear lobe. “you’ll let me fill you up again, yeah?”

and you are. you are his good girl, are totally, completely his. 

and so you say: 

“yes.”

[monstersholygrail]

Heads or Tails?

Dragon bf x fem!reader— messy, cock riding, tail fucking, covered in cum, cum eating, after care, cuddles, fluff

You sit on your Dragon bfs giant underbelly, pouting as you look up at his moaning writhing form. Having spent countless hours teasing your bf and getting nothing to show for it except for a body covered head to toe in his thick pre-cum.

Throwing your little tantrum, wanting the pleasure only your Dragon bf can provide, you lightly slap your hand down on him. Gaining his attention even through the haze of lust clouding his mind.

“Want you to shift,” you whine, your pout jutting out further once his eyes fall on you. Gyrating your hips onto the textured skin of his underbelly you show him just how deeply you desire his cock.

You close your eyes briefly and whimper, the rocking of your hips feeling so good. Yet you want more. Getting him all worked up was causing arousal to gush out of you to the point you were dripping down your thighs. Seeing just how he reacted to you and knowing only you can ever get him to this point.

Dragon bf moans in return, the fog in his head only growing stronger. He shakes his head at you, body carefully rocking in time with your own small movements.

“Can’t, my love. I-I just can’t,” he pants out, so clearly not in any state to gather the focus he needs to shift into his smaller dragon form. So here he is, stuck as a ginormous dragon, leaving both of you wanting.

Dragon bf groans, feeling how wet you are as your pussy grinds against him. An idea slowly sifts through the fog and makes its way to the front of his thoughts.

“But I can give you my tail,” he breathes out, a mixture of lust and excitement swirl through his eyes.

With only one finger, Dragon bf drags your little body back up to his cock. Your limbs immediately wrap around it and he growls out his pleasure. Seeing your tiny form around his ginormous girth has his chest not only swelling with pride but also love for his beautiful mate. Knowing you’ll do anything to bring such pleasure to you both.

You angle your hips and wait with bated breath, so turned on you aren’t sure how long you’ll be able to last. And with how much you had teased your Dragon bf who knows how long he’ll last either.

A moment later you feel the large tip of his tail meet your slit. Dragon bf groans, feeling your heat emanating from your core onto his sensitive tail. He shivers and you hold tighter onto his cock, making him hiss.

Dragon bfs tail slides through your folds, gathering up your slickness. You moan, its girth spreading your lips. When his tail is all lubed up, you spread your thighs, allowing him easier access as his tail plunges into your depths, splitting you open just as deliciously as his cock does.

You and Dragon bf both moan, the nerves of your hole and his tail meeting and forming into an explosion of pleasure. Your bf pants, small bursts of smoke spilling out of his nose as he tries to control his fire.

“Please! Fuck me,” you beg, sliding your nails up and down the hard ridges of his length. Dragon bf roars, even the smallest forms of stimulation coming from you drives him to insanity.

“Yes, my mate!”

Without another word, Dragon bf starts thrusting his tail relentlessly into your pretty drooling cunt. Coating his tail with your essence and making a further mess of you both. With your body already soaked with his pre-cum, it makes it far too easy for your bf to push your body up and down his huge length.

Dragon bf moves your body back and forth along his cock, fucking his tail into your sloppy pussy with every downward jerk of your form.

You cry out, your body buzzing with the feeling of the ridges on his dick rubbing against you with every snap of his hips. Dragon bfs tail hitting along every nerve along your pussy walls. You can’t help but clench down and roll back into every movement.

Dragon bf snarls, his claws pricking at your back in the most delicious way as he delicately uses you however he wants. You both get lost in the momentum, the pleasure never ending as it sends sparks down your spine and straight into your cores.

You hold on tighter and tighter to his huge length practically drooling on it as his tail fucks you into oblivion, the furious pounding of his tail as it slips deeper inside you to the point where you can feel him in your throat.

A long mewl escapes you and with one more rut of his tail, your jaw drops and your body seizes. Your climax washing over you like a tidal wave of ecstasy. Dragon bf looks down just in time to see you experience one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

The moment your parted lips fall limply onto his pulsing cock, Dragon bf grunts loudly and explodes. His cum shooting of his dick and spraying all over his underbelly. Once again soaking you with his release. You bask in it, opening your mouth for however much you can get.

Still working through your orgasmic highs, Dragon bf brings you up onto his chest and uses his long tongue to lick his cum off of you. Giving you some interesting ideas about what you could do next time this happens.

“Thank you for being so understanding, my mate,” Dragon bf purrs. He nuzzles his giant snout into the area between your chest and your neck.

You sigh dramatically, reaching up and caressing however much of his jaw that you can. A rush of contentment moving through you as you cuddle with your big Dragon bf.

“Oh, it was nothing,” you tease, a grin playing on your lips. Your bf blows a harsh breath out of his nose, wiping your hair back. Leading both of you to burst out into a small fit of laughter.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Shower you with love

plot: Jinwoo comes home from a dungeon in desperate need for a shower. And you.

tags: f!reader, jinwoo x reader, shower sex, heterosexual sex, fingering, cute fluffy couple stuff

wc: 1.3K

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It was getting pretty late. You glance at your phone again to check the time, and sigh as you decided Jinwoo was probably not coming home. The life of a Hunter was like that sometimes. All you could do was hope that he was safe and ok.

Picking yourself up from the couch to put your mug in the sink for tomorrow’s wash and get ready for bed, when you hear the front door open. The only person it could be was Jinwoo, as Jinah was staying over at a friend’s place to study and work on a project, and raced for the door. Your enthusiasm is dampened, however, and smile falters as you take in your boyfriend’s appearance at the door. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I fell in a mud pit.”

You cover your mouth not to laugh directly in Jinwoo’s face, but also cover some of the smell. Not the freshest mud you had to assume; with Gods knew what else was in the pit before Jinwoo was added to it. “Well….take all that off then. I don’t want you tracking all this ick through the house. Luckily the washer is free. Just leave it there and I’ll take care of it.”

Jinwoo obediently pulled off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. His beautiful, sculpted body becoming more & more revealed as he stripped down to his boxers, fortunately spared from the muck. “Go take a shower and I’ll toss these in. Do you want anything to eat after?” He shook his head. Jinwoo seemed tired, but that might just be the long day or just the stress getting to him, so you decided to not push on the last time he ate. “Ok. Get cleaned up and we’ll get ready for bed.”

He made his way through the apartment to the bathroom, and you made quick work of the laundry. After you finished setting up a heavy wash cycle, you heard Jinwoo call your name from the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” You ask when you arrive. Expecting the worst somehow but just finding your boyfriend standing there with the shower running.

“Take a shower with me.”

You blush at Jinwoo’s request. He looked completely serious, yet somehow a little vulnerable as he reached out to pull you further into the bathroom. How could you say no?

Stripping out of your pjs, you wait for Jinwoo to get into the shower first. It was chilly in the bathroom, but you were willing to wait to have the initial layer of filth sluff off Jinwoo’s skin before you joined him. The water was warm as it hit your back, and you let out a little sigh. “It’s not too hot, is it?”

You turn around to face Jinwoo. His eyes fixed on you with a gaze as warm as the shower. Wet hair flopping down on his face. “No. It’s perfect.”

Jinwoo smiled, then leaned forward to give you a kiss. Slow, lazy, a signal on how tired he was, but apparently not that tired. “I missed you.” That was apparent by his erection brushing against your thigh.

You shutter but try to keep coy so Jinwoo didn’t completely have the upper hand. “You were only gone for a day.” You remind him.

He pouted in response with a frown. “Time is different in the dungeons.” You would have to take his word on that.

The Hunter pulled you in for another kiss. Bodies press fully together this time. You moan as your nipples brushed against the hard planes of his chest. Those calloused hands sliding over your body with ease thanks to the water. “Jinwoo…”

“I need you.” He told you when the two of you broke free. That serious yet vulnerable look on his face again.

“Ok.” You told him and pulled him back in. He could have all of you, he only needed to ask.

Kissing again, Jinwoo turned you both around, so you were out of the direct spray and your back was against the shower wall. His hands moved down between your legs to touch you and you moan as one of his fingers slid into you. Easy with the warm water. “Jin…” You whimper as he touched you. Pumping his fingers inside as his thumb brushed against your clit.

You manage to open your eyes and find Jinwoo staring at you. Transfixed. Taking in every express. In recent months he had become more observant like this in a variety of ways, but you never thought you would be the focus of it. Having him look at you that way, as if inside you, made your stomach quake as you held onto him.

“Jinwoo please…” You buck your hips into his hand and Jinwoo needed no further encouragement.

He pulled his hand from you and asked you to lift your leg. The shelf intended for small soaps & shampoo finding a whole new purpose in your shower set up. Jinwoo stepped further into your space and lined his cock up with your entrance. Pressing forward as you moan at being filled inside by him.

It felt amazing. Being close to him again (even if it was just a day). Apparently, however, missing you left Jinwoo with very little patience. Where he would usually slow up to start, he just went in full tilt with his thrusts inside you this time. Not that you were complaining. Your moans and screams echoing off the tile of the bathroom were evidence to that. “Oh God Jinwoo! Don’t stop!”

Your lover gave a low grunt in your ear, then suddenly your legs were up around Jinwoo’s waist with ease as he pounded into you. “Fuck!” You shriek as you cling onto him. When the hell did he get so strong?!

The change in position allowed Jinwoo to fuck deeper inside you. Hard and heavy. You could feel every thrust of his cock through your body. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh! Oh God Jin! So good! I-I’m gonna cum-!”

“Cum for me.” And it was like his words were a new activate command, meant only for you. You cum hard. Your whole body tightening around Jinwoo as you clung to him. Your pussy seizing around his cock as he came inside you.

The two of you hold there for a moment. Jinwoo holding you against the wall with him leaning against you, and you suspended in the air. When he let you down, he did so gently. Your legs were shaky, and you were still in a wet shower. 80% of household accidents happen in the bathroom, and you have to wonder now if great sex might also be the cause.

Jinwoo washed his hair quickly, then turned around to do the same to you. While he rinsed you cleaned the rest of your body to get the sweat and mess off you. Sex wasn’t dirty but it certainly wasn’t the most hygienic activity at times. Freshly showered, Jinwoo turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. Offering you his hand.

“Do we have any puddings left?”

You turn to look over at Jinwoo as you dried off with your towel. Smirking a little, as he looked more like a little lost puppy now, rather than the beast that just fucked you. “I think so. Why? Are you hungry now?”

Jinwoo nodded and you leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Let me make you something then. You can’t live off pudding and protein bars Jin.”

“But I like pudding.” He insisted, but didn’t argue any further as he went to put on clothes and wait for you to make him something. Just a light snack. You couldn’t send the great Hunter to bed hungry, but he did need to get to bed.

As you watched him eat, cleaning up the crumbs from the counter as he happily munched, you thought it was good to have him home.

[camheaven]

it wasnt easy being choso (╥﹏╥). i mean it’s not his fault he had a big dick! n he definitely didn’t wanna hurt you. that’s why everytime he slide in you he tried his absolute best to go slow! but god, it was so hard, especially when your walls clenched around him like you were holding on for dear life.

his hands gripped your waist so tightly you could see the veins popping out “f-fuck you gotta relax for me” he’d whimper- sounding like he was the one getting his insides turnt out.

and of course, you couldn’t help but wiggling your hips, inching yourself further down onto his cock. his head dropped to the crook of your neck with a whiny moan “wait yn fuck- I’m gonna- stop, I’ll cum just from this-“. but you couldn’t! you needed all of him in you and fast “cho just put it all the way in” you pleaded “‘m gonna take it.”

n so he tried his best, he tried his best just for you! his breath was staggering as he slide in inch by inch, and he thought he was doing good! until you clenched around him again, cum spilling into you “fuckfuck, m’sorry m’so sorry-“ he’s whining while his hips roll deeper, stuffing you full of his cum. you just smiled, bringing his faces to yours “do it again cho.” so yes being choso was so fucking hard.