#and his apple belt! his Eye Shirt!

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Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

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“Eddie, what the hell was in that?” 

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset. 

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?” 

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.” 

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at. 

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?” 

“Huh?” 

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze. 

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.” 

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain. 

“I wasn't staring at your dick!” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head. 

“Oh Holy shit.” 

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you. 

“Easy there, I've got you.” 

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus. 

“I need to lie down.” 

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses. 

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement. 

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.” 

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.” 

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now. 

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands. 

“You want this off?” 

“Please.” 

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form. 

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.” 

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display. 

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.” 

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you. 

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.” 

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin. 

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.” 

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it. 

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin. 

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?” 

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow. 

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.” 

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale. 

“Right, tell me everything.” 

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious. 

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?” 

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice. 

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.” 

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his. 

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you. 

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?” 

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.” 

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop. 

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.” 

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin. 

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.” 

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Why are you touching me?” 

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before. 

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.” 

“I do?” 

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.” 

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks. 

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?” 

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension. 

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.” 

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him. 

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.” 

“Pretty sure I heard-” 

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you. 

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.” 

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him. 

“Nice touches?” 

“Yeah, it feels really good.” 

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh. 

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him. 

“Yeah.” 

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly. 

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control. 

“Is this OK?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain. 

“Shit, they are pierced.” 

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery. 

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” 

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.” 

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together. 

“Can- can I kiss you?” 

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond. 

“I'd be mad if you didn't.” 

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.” 

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!” 

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he. 

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone. 

“Eddie?” 

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off. 

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side. 

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.” 

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention. 

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything. 

“Eddie, please, I need you.” 

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.” 

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ” 

He laughs, cutting off your sentence. 

“Alright baby girl, I got you.” 

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts. 

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out. 

“Hearts? Cute.” 

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet. 

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like? 

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately. 

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it. 

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!” 

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither. 

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own. 

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop. 

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you. 

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck. 

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.” 

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!” 

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh. 

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency. 

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his- 

“Holy hell!” 

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!” 

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged  by your palm. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.” 

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension. 

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-” 

“Now who's begging?” 

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan. 

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear. 

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story. 

“You're not my dealer.” 

“Oh really? I'm not?” 

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.” 

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?” 

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold. 

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!” 

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe. 

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.” 

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.” 

“Yeah?” 

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions. 

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?” 

“Maybe just a little.” 

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass. 

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!” 

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!” 

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length. 

“I can't, I’m-  baby girl-” 

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!” 

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension. 

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding. 

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say. 

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check. 

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet. 

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined. 

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair. 

“Baby girl, you can't just-” 

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?” 

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans. 

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.” 

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh. 

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?” 

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?” 

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.” 

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain. 

“Best you've ever had?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Only if you wanna.” 

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing. 

At least for now… 

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✧.* CHAPTER 6 || The More The Merrier

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language,  smut, & fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——"SUCH A GOOD FUCKIN' SLUT," Geto groaned out to you, voice slightly strained and laced with raspiness.

The man is just perfect right now. You're in his apartment now, sitting prettily right in between Geto's muscular thighs. He couldn't even make it to his damn bedroom, he dragged you into the living room and started undoing his belt before you could even process anything.

He didn't care that Gojo was probably trying to sleep in his room, didn't care that he'd be able to hear what was happening, and actually told you he'd like it if his friend heard. You weren't trying to be quiet either.

You managed to reduce Geto to this state after all. His head is tossed back, his shirt long gone, his hair a complete mess, and Adam's apple bobbing with each deep swallow he takes as you suck him off. Geto's not concealing his groans in the slightest.

"Aagh... Shit-," He breathes, shifting his head so he can look down at the sight in front of him. "Juust like that. All the way down your fuckin' throat." Geto encourages.

For starters, his cock is huge. Taking him down your throat was not easy and you definitely choked a few times but, he seemed to enjoy that feeling-- the clamping of your throat closing around his shaft, the wetness of your tongue still trying to lick at him, and even the gaging noise that emits from you.

A hand is carefully placed atop your head, urging you to go all the way down. Your eyes are struggling to stay both open and up on the man in front of you, water building up in the corners due to your actions.

"C'mon, that's it." Geto purrs with a lustful grin on his face.

He's not far from blowing a load into your throat. You've been giving him head for a few minutes and he's not sure he was mentally prepared for you to be this damn good. The fact that you keep looking him in the eyes as you throat his cock only makes it worse. Geto wonders if you're aware of the way you look right now.

"F-Fuck," He curses, taking a handful of your hair into his grip and pulling you off him.

Your tongue hangs out your mouth as you pant in an attempt to catch your breath. Your eyes remain up on Geto's, noticing that he's got one arm held over his mouth. You had him seconds away from letting out sounds he'd be embarrassed by-- only he knows that he was nearly on the verge of whimpering because of that damn mouth of yours.

Slowly, you look down at his member in front of you. Your eyes go wider than they had been-- his dick is... pretty? You're not sure if that's the right word to use for it but you do know that you won't stop staring at it. Aside from the fact that it was just in your mouth, you notice it has a curve to it, something that makes your thighs squeeze together.

With the grip Geto has on your hair, you struggle a little while pushing your face forward. Your tongue presses into his shaft and you watch his body shudder.

"S-Shit, stop." He groans, tugging your head back again.

You chuckle a little and meet his eyes again, "Why?" You ask innocently, "Is it too much for you already?"

Danm you, Geto says mentally. He scoffs, "No, I just don't wanna cum yet."

"So... it's too much?" You tease, smiling up at him.

He releases your hair and sighs, "No." He repeats, sounding a little aggravated now.

Released from his hold, you push up on your knees a bit more and you're quick to plant a little kiss on the tip of his cock. "Then stop pulling me away," You whisper before swirling your tongue over him.

He grits his teeth to suppress all sounds from leaving him, looking off to the side to avoid the sight of you. He had it all under control just moments ago so, how the hell did he let you take over like this?

"Told you I didn't wanna-," His words are lost as you take him into your mouth again, "Shit, ha-ah..." He moans, head tipping back to rest on the couch again. Your hands go to his thighs to brace yourself as you suddenly deepthroat his cock. Geto simply chokes, "G-God... Fucking h-hell..." He stammers.

The sound of him struggling has liquids of your arousal sliding down your leg. The feeling is embarrassing but he still has your underwear so, there isn't much you can do about that.

You pull your mouth off him and tilt to the side, kissing along his shaft gently as you look up at him again. He looks completely out of it. "Thought you could handle this kinda thing, Sugu... What happened?" You whisper against him in between pecks.

His eyes are on the ceiling. "Don't call me that..." He whispers in response.

You giggle before sliding down to lick the base of his dick. "Would you rather me keep calling you a pervert?" You ask gently.

His cock twitches and you think you see him cum a little as your words grace his ears. Geto doesn't respond to you though, he just groans-- the sound being the most he can manage by this point.

"Oh, so you weren't lying," You say before dragging your tongue up against him and pulling away once you reach his tip. "You really do like being degraded..." You murmur.

"S-Shut up," Geto demands.

You smirk, "Make me."

He doesn't even move. You've got his brain stuttering by this point. He wanted to move to do something, y'know, fuck you til' you're the one stuttering. And he will... eventually. But as of right now, followed by your words are you moving to suck him off again.

The moment your mouth closes around him again he can't help but grunt. This time around, you're purposefully loud as you bob your head up and down. Slurping and sucking fills the room, accompanied by the deep guttural groans and moans of Geto Suguru.

You lift your mouth to focus on his tip, your hand moving to make up for the rest of his length in quick strokes. You rotate your tongue and hand in sync, doing what you hope is best to please the man.

And boy does that do it for him.

Geto lets it out-- he whines.

You think you feel something slip out of your sex in reaction and you pray that you didn't just cum from the sound of him whining alone. However, that's exactly what it felt like because a moan leaves you and sends vibrations against his member.

"A-Angh... F-Fuck, okay, okay..." Geto begs, wanting you to stop and continue at the same time. "'M gonna cum if you keep-," His jaw drops and another whine leaves him.

You take your mouth away, "Look at me." He does, his eyes noticeably glossy. Your hand continues its menstruation while you speak in a low tone, "That's it," You utter, mocking his earlier words to you. "Now cum for me, Sugu... Please?" You ask.

Geto isn't sure if it was your words, the please you uttered, the way your hand felt, the facial expression you had, or even the way you took him back into your mouth after asking him to cum but... he does. His mouth is open as he experiences an orgasm, seed spilling into your mouth and sliding down your throat while you stroke him through it.

Between his moans, you can hear him whining continuously. Each one upsets him-- you shouldn't have this effect on him but, you do.

By the time he's done and you pull off him, the sound of his phone buzzing beside him is heard. You'd reflexively swallowed down what he gave to you and both of you are panting as you try to collect yourselves.

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Once Geto gets himself in order, he grabs his phone with a slightly shaky hand he hopes you don't notice (you definitely did).

He sighs at first, then you see him smile almost wickedly. "Well, shit. Someone's pissed." Geto says with a laugh.

You wipe your mouth off with the back of your hand and give the man curious eyes. Geto glances down at you and then turns his phone so that you can see what he's referring to.

Shown to you are Gojo and Geto's text messages, the newest one from Gojo reading; 'In the living room, srsly? Fuck you man.'. You blink in disbelief, not knowing exactly what to say. Then, above those texts are messages from a few days ago and you spot your name being said by Gojo.

You try to read what the message said but Geto pulls his phone away before you can. "Guess he heard us," He says with another chuckle, finding his roommate's anger humorous.

"I told you we should've gone to your room..." You hum.

Geto types out something in response to Gojo and then clicks his phone off, tossing it aside and looking down at you. "And I told you I wanted him to hear." He says with a grin on his face.

You shake your head in disapproval, "Freak."

"You wanna get me hard again?" He asks with a scoff.

"Yes, actually." You say honestly, "You're the only one who got something out of this so far..."

Geto stares blankly for a second before nodding in understanding. "Y'know what, you're right, gorgeous. C'mon, get up here." He instructs.

Your lashes bat in disbelief. "Shouldn't we go to your room now....?"

"Nope, Satoru's gotta hear me fuck you too," Geto says cheekily.

You scowl slightly, "But-"

"But nothing. He was probably in there jerking off to the sounds anyway." He says with a laugh.

You wouldn't be surprised if that was true but you still didn't really want to continue knowing that Gojo could hear everything.

"Plus," Geto continues, his thighs spreading even further, "He's gonna hear you either way." He informs you.

Well, if changing locations won't stop Gojo from hearing you then, you guess you'll just continue where you are. And, you can consider this payback to the man for making you do all of this anyway.

Your eyes drop down and you notice that Geto's sprung up again, his hard cock resting against his abdomen. A throb is felt from somewhere below you as you finally move to stand up.

When you do, Geto's eyes widen. "Told you," He says suddenly.

You raise a brow at him.

He nods his chin toward you, "I made you cum without even touching you."

Your eyes sink down to yourself and embarrassment floods through you. "T-That wasn't because of you..." You lie.

Geto tilts his head, "Yeah? So who caused that, hm?"

"Doesn't matter." You sigh, brushing the topic off entirely.

The man chuckles at you and you move your hands to the bottom of your dress, slowly raising the item up and soon over your head. Geto's eyes are all over you as you drop the dress on the floor to the side and move to take off your bra along with it.

He swallows hard while you move slowly to take everything off. Precum seeps out the tip of his dick when you finally slide your bra off and meet his eyes.

"Fuck, he was right." Geto sighs, causing you to raise a brow, "You are sexy." He compliments.

With a roll of your eyes, you move to straddle the man. "You're just now noticing?" You ask him with a scoff.

He smiles up at you, his large hands finding themselves on your waist. "No, I'm just now saying it aloud." He corrects.

You place one hand on his shoulder and the other moves down to align his cock with your entrance. You give him a breathy laugh in response and ease yourself down until you're pressed against his tip.

Geto's staring into your eyes as you do so, watching the way you start blinking as if to prepare yourself. "Don't get all scared on me now," He coos.

Your gaze flicks to his. His face is much closer to you now and as you peer into those eyes of his, you notice how pretty his irises are. They aren't just brown, there's a hint of purple in them. Good god, where did Gojo even find this man?

You swallow hard and remain unresponsive to Geto as you admire his eye color. He simply stares back for a minute before his grip on your waist grows surprisingly tight and he starts pulling your body down on him.

The intense eye contact remains as his cock begins to enter you and your lips part to release a shaky breath. About halfway in, you moan and both your arms move to wrap around the man's neck.

Geto smirks at you, still refusing to move his gaze from yours, "You better fuckin' take it," He whispers to you.

"Mm-mmhm," You hum in response, too engrossed in trying to get yourself all the way down to speak.

Your faces draw closer together and he presses his lips to yours as you finally sink all the way down on him. Your lips are quick to part in a moan against him. The kiss you two share is slow at first, matching the steady pace of your hips moving up and down his length.

The sound of your tongues slotting against one another accompanied by the slickness of your cunt swallowing Geto's cock fills the air. Occasionally, Geto would groan into your mouth as you both get used to one another.

It takes you longer than him to get used to the feeling and position.

His length is much too big. Of course, he's sexy and has a big dick-- you're not sure what you were expecting anyways. And even though you just had him in your mouth, when he's stuffed inside you to the point that his tip perfectly kisses your cervix without much movement, you can't help but take a minute to adjust.

Geto on the other hand simply needed a minute or two to get used to the tight clamp of your soaked cunt around him. Hell, with all the teasing and taunting he did with you all night, he didn't even have to prep you. You were so wet that he slipped right in with almost no issue.

You feel his hands abruptly tighten on your waist again and he doesn't even bother to warn you before lifting you and allowing gravity to push you back down aggressively. You're little make-out session with him is broken with a loud moan from you.

Meanwhile, in the nearby bedroom is Gojo Satoru-- forced to listen to every sound that slips through the thin ass walls of the apartment.

Unlike Geto's prediction, he was not, in fact, jerking off to the sounds of you (for once). Instead, he is actually pissed about the whole thing. He doesn't know why either; he told you to do this, he agreed to everything, and most importantly, he needs you to complete this list.

You're unaware of it but, you're Gojo's only option right now. He wasn't lying when he said he was in debt to the people on the list and it's only you that's able to get him out of it.

"F-Fuck... hah, S-Sugu..." Your sweet voice hits Gojo's ears and he grits his teeth.

He wasn't jerking off and he didn't want to but... Fuck, your voice alone will get him every single time. It's intoxicating the way your moaning makes Gojo's cock spring up instantly.

Gojo looks down at the bulge in his sweatpants. It's the third time today. First was in the shower as he thought of you, then after he made out with you in the hallway, and now at the sound of you moaning his best friend's name.

The man has half a mind to leave his room and see if he could join. Geto would agree in a heartbeat and probably say something like the more the merrier. You, on the other hand, well... Gojo doesn't know how you'd react.

He can only imagine the lustful yet fearful look in your eyes, the shakiness of your voice as you ask both of them if they're serious, and the way you'd probably end up agreeing to it because you're just that much of a slut.

Gojo's cock throbs and he groans in frustration, flopping back in his bed and letting his head hit the pillows behind him.

The sound of a hand smacking against your ass can be heard and Gojo only wishes he was out there instead of his friend. "Take it-, fuck... j-just like that, good girl..." Geto is heard praising you, the sound of his stuttering making his friend smile to himself.

Gojo has never heard a woman reduce his best friend to such a state. Stutter? Gojo's pretty sure he's never heard Geto stutter a day in his life. So of course, the sound makes him smile-- it's funny to him how you just have the effect on everyone.

But, the constant clapping sound and lewd, yet vivid, noise of your ridiculously wet cunt sucking in Geto's length over and over and over again is both frustrating Gojo and making his cock start to hurt.

The man flips over onto his stomach and lets out an annoyed groan into his pillow, bringing another one over his head and closing his ears with it to try and drown out the sounds.

That doesn't work at all. He can still hear and even imagine everything going on in the living room. The worst part of it is the fact that it's you he hears the most-- your moaning, your whining, your slickness, and even your heavy breathing.

Gojo wonders if something is wrong with him. Maybe he's imagining the vividness of your sounds because there's no way he only hears you so clearly.

And that turns out to be one hundred percent true because Gojo didn't realize it but his ears had tuned his friend out and focused only on you. He swears he can picture the way your pussy looks sucking his friend in, how moist it is inside, how warm, and how fucking tight.

"Fuck." Gojo curses, his voice muffled by the pillows he's hidden himself under.

Then it only gets worse.

He hears you cum. How the hell does he do that? He's not quite sure himself but maybe it was the way you moaned or the way the constant plopping sound got louder and you're voice was all broken up...

Gojo could tell what position you guys were in and he just knew you had an orgasm as soon as Geto started thrusting up into you. You could be heard asking the man to slow down but, obviously, he didn't.

And Gojo's assumption was right.

You were currently making a mess of Geto's cock, moaning while the man uttered filthy words to you coaxing you through the whole thing.

"You're makin' such a fuckin' mess." Geto groaned, his hips busy thrusting up into you.

Drool was leaving the corner of your lips and you could barely keep your eyes open. "H-Hnngh... hah, a-aagh..." You moaned weakly, your body seconds away from going limp over the man.

Geto chuckles at the fucked out expression you wore, "C'mon...fuck, don't tap out on me yet." He hummed, his low voice not helping in the slightest.

Your hands shift a little and you claw at his shoulder before choking out nothing but a moan in response to him. Geto hisses at the sudden pain but he doesn't slow down.

"Hah... f-fuck." He breathes before his thrusts grow sloppy and eventually slows down.

Your body does go limp and you end up resting your head on his shoulder until he finishes, feeling him pull out at the last second and cum with a loud groan.

The air goes quiet, only the sound of you two panting heavily heard for a while. Your body shudders a little in Geto's hold and he notices your thighs are trembling ever so slightly, the sight making him grin.

"You alright?" He asks.

You nod slowly, "Mhm..."

"Sure?"

"I have to pee." You whisper.

He chuckles at how soft your voice is. "Go pee then, the bathroom's down the hall." He tells you.

You sigh, "Don't think I can walk yet."

Geto knew that but, he wanted to tease you anyway. The grin on his face turns into a smile before he fully wraps his arms around your waist and stands up with you, "This princess treatment is only a one-time thing, alright?" He teases as he carries you off.

You nod your head but you know he's still just messing with you.

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Once you're carried to the bathroom, you tell Geto that you can handle yourself. The man says you can shower in that same bathroom and you're surprised that the guest bathroom even has a shower. Before he leaves you, he informs you that he'll grab you a towel and asks you to call him if you need him.

As soon as Geto shut the bathroom door and looked down the hall to his left, looking to see if his friend was going to come out and say anything yet. He doesn't and Geto heads to his room to clean himself off and put something on.

After a few minutes, the man finds himself back in the living room, cleaning all evidence of you and him up off the area you'd been in.

The second he's done and walks back into the hallway, Geto runs into Gojo.

The two make eye contact and Gojo appears to be annoyed while Geto seems pleased.

"You're an asshole, y'know that?" Gojo says to his friend.

Geto laughs at him, "Hey, no one told you to fuck my ex all those years ago."

"I didn't know." Gojo sighs in response.

A hand is placed on Gojo's shoulder and Geto shrugs, "You're all good now though, thanks to her."

Gojo scowls. "That was torture."

"Was it?" Geto says with a smile on his face.

"Yes, asshole. You guys could've gone to her place..." Gojo says, having assumed that's what was going to happen anyway.

Geto raises a brow, "And what about Shoko?"

"A hotel then." Gojo corrects himself.

"Mmmh, true." His best friend replies, shrugging afterward. "But this was more fun and I expected you to come try and join us at some point."

"Thought about it."

Geto blinks, "What made you change your mind?"

Gojo looks over to the nearby closed bathroom door. He hesitates for an unknown reason before saying, "I dunno."

His friend simply scoffs and shakes his head. "Well anyways, she's all yours now. Don't try killing me in my sleep."

"What?" Gojo asks, confused by his friend's words.

Geto gives his roommate a serious look. "I'm saying that I don't have any feelings for her so, you don't have to worry about me trying to get with her."

"Isn't that kinda fucked up?" Gojo asks.

The man beside him scoffs, taken back by Gojo's question. "How?"

"You made her take you on a date." He points out.

"And you set her up to have sex with your best friend...? Who's really the fucked up one here?" Geto says with a laugh.

"I-"

"I'm pretty sure she knows this was a one-and-done kinda' thing." He cuts off, removing his hand from Gojo's shoulder and turning away. "You're the one that has to try to earn her forgiveness."

Gojo's brows furrow, "Why do I need to..."

"Satoru..." Geto pauses and turns his head back, dropping his voice so low that only Gojo can hear him speak, "You can't have a crush on someone you're using to clear your debt."

"I-I don't have a crush on her." Gojo whispers back, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Geto blinks. "Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do."

"Nuh-uh." Gojo argues back playfully.

His friend laughs and shakes his head while turning away again, "Yuh-huh."

Gojo opens his mouth to say something else but Geto dips into his bedroom before he gets the chance. Then, the man comes back out after a few seconds with a towel in his hands.

Gojo's not sure why but, he moves and takes the item from his roommate, telling him he'll take care of you for the rest of the night.

Geto shakes his head, "She's gonna think I'm a shitty guy if you go in there."

"What, no she won't," Gojo argues.

"Uh, yes she will. No aftercare? How much of an asshole would that make me??"

"I'll tell her you went in your room, laid down for a second, and passed out."

Geto gives the man a dumbfounded look, "You're not serious."

"Good pussy puts people to sleep," He shrugs, "She'll take it as a compliment," Gojo says with a cheeky grin on his face.

"You're an idiot. But fine," Geto sighs, handing Gojo the towel and turning away. "And if she doesn't take it as a compliment, tell her the truth."

"The truth being....?"

"You wanted to see her, Satoru." Geto sighs.

"Oi, that's not-"

"Quit' being delusional." Geto cuts off as he enters his room again and closes the door behind him.

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Meanwhile, you sat in the bathroom in a complete daze. You made your way to the tub and got yourself into a nice bath, patiently waiting for Geto to return. You heard him and Gojo talking but you were too out of it to make out their words.

Eventually, you hear a knock on the door and grant permission for whoever it is to enter.

To your surprise, a white head of hair pops into the bathroom and you make out Gojo's stupidly pleased blue eyes gazing at you. Your mouth opens to ask why he's coming in to bother you but, you're too tired to argue so you simply hum and lay your head back on the tub.

Gojo makes his way inside, closing the door behind him and walking over to you. He places a towel down on the edge and crouches down to you. Your eyes meet his and you wonder why he's so close to you.

"Hi Toru," You greet lazily.

Gojo's heart throbs in his chest and the nickname alone makes him smile way too fucking hard. "Hi sweetheart." He replies in a gentle tone, tilting his head as he studies your face, "Have fun?"

You shrug, "Yeah."

"Yeah? You sound sleepy." Gojo coos, moving a hand to caress the side of your face.

You unconsciously lean into his touch and shut your eyes, "I am..." You sigh.

For a minute, Gojo just keeps caressing the side of your face and you let him without saying a word. He admires your face, adoring the gentle fucked out expression you still have.

Slowly, you open your eyes when you don't hear him say anything. Kind blue eyes peer into your own, his look holding a surprising amount of affection you weren't expecting. You lean up a little, away from his hand, and then turn so that your upper half is facing him.

Most of your body is out of his line of sight, covered by the soapy water you made for yourself. "Toru?" You hum.

Gojo blinks, "Hm?"

"You okay?" You ask.

He smiles at the fact that you even asked such a thing, as if you don't appear to be two seconds away from passing out. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Why?" He questions.

"You keep starin' at me..." You murmur.

Gojo chuckles, the sound oddly attractive to you. He has a nice laugh. "I can't help it," Gojo sighs, "You're so cute."

You pout, "How...?"

He leans close to you, eyes dropping down to your lips. "You look like you got dicked down pretty good and I think that look is cute. 'S that okay?" He murmurs.

Your head nods in response and Gojo grins. He then inhales deeply and you watch his eyes widen. "What?" You ask, referring to his reaction to the smell.

Gojo starts laughing, again making your heart feel all weird because of how it sounds. "You smell like me." He tells you.

Your eyes mimic his own as they widen in surprise. You look down at yourself, as if that'll change the soap you've used.

"Out of the four soaps in this bathroom, how is it that you managed to use mine?" Gojo asks teasingly.

You frown and look back up at him, feeling embarrassed. "I dunno, I just picked the one that looked nice..."

"Don't they all look nice?"

"I mean, yeah but-,'" You sigh, "Stop teasing me Satoru."

"Aw, don't do thaat. Go back to callin' me Toru." He pleads.

You give him a glare, "I was half-sleep when I called you that."

"You said it twice though..." Gojo says with a pout.

You stare at the cute expression he holds.

Gojo slowly starts to smile the more you stare at him. Then, he tips his head to the side and moves his hands onto the edge of the tub. The man pushes to stand on his knees and then leans toward you. You lean back, soapy bubbles keeping your chest covered from his gaze.

Your lashes bat at him in confusion until your head meets the wall and you can't back away from him anymore. Gojo has an almost solemn look on his face all of a sudden.

The words are slow to leave your mouth but you manage to say something. "Lemme guess... You wanna kiss me now?" You whisper.

Gojo nods, the motion nearly desperate. "How'd you know?"

You sigh and shake your head at him, now moving to get closer to him, "You get this little look in your eyes when you want one."

His brows furrow, "You pay attention to me that much?"

You get suddenly flustered. "N-No..."

His heart flutters and he can't help but smile at you. "Fuck, you're adorable."

You move a hand to the back of his neck to pull him close and yourself up at the same time, "Shut up." You whisper.

Gojo's smile remains as your lips press to his and both of you share a surprisingly loving kiss? The gentleness of it makes both of your heartbeats increase. His lips are to tender over yours and he even moves to hold your face in his hands, your cheeks covered by his cold palms in a matter of minutes.

You don't know why the two of you are kissing like this but, it feels good.

When you pull away, your eyes are slow to open. "Toru," You whisper.

He smiles from ear to ear, his face suddenly reddened. "Yes, love?"

Love? Oh hell, that's a new nickname. It makes your heart... swell? Throb? Pound? You don't even know. Your heart just feels all funny in your chest. This is one of those moments where you forget the man is blackmailing you to do things...

You giggle tiredly, "I think 'm sleepy now." You mumble to him.

Gojo sighs, taking in all of your presence for a long moment before replying to that. "That's alright, you can sleep in my room." He hums to you eventually.

"M'kay." You respond softly.

And with that, the two of you are left in the presence of one another for the rest of the night, both having no clue what feelings are building up inside...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

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[inmaki]

as an apology for my constant disappearing here is a preview for my virgin nanami fic, hopefully done by the end of this month <3

hurt (comfort in full fic), making out, nanami being dumb

nanami kento was an orderly man.

not a single strand of his golden hair ever strayed from its place. his tie was never too far to the right or the left — only smack dab in the middle against his built chest.

his crisp, navy shirt didn't dare have a wrinkle on it, much like his allen edmond shoes that were free from any creases despite being worn every day for years.

it made you want to ruin him. ruin such perfection in all his towering glory.

and you did - at least, at much as nanami would let you.

intense makeout sessions happened every so often: during impromptu movie nights on the couch, in the morning under the warmth of your shared blankets, and especially after extra-hard days at work.

yet it never went further, no matter how hard you tried to initiate anything — whether it be a hand sliding down too low, or a soft moan into his mouth, nanami would be fumbling up an excuse to leave immediately. just like now.

"mmph.. 'missed you," you mumble against his swollen lips, sucking the bottom one greedily. the man had only just walked into the kitchen when you'd practically pounced on him in hunger.

despite his surprise, kento gives you the privilege of running your nails through his once-perfectly-slicked-back hair, grunting as you yank him even closer with his tie, loosening it in the process.

"missed you too, honey." even the simplicity of his giant hands caressing your waist sends a rush of arousal through your body, humming as you rub a hand down the solid ridges of his abs. he tasted like the coffee he'd probably been sipping languidly throughout the day, mixed in with the natural flavor of him.

memories of the sorcerer slipping in and out of the shower shirtless — toned torso on display and all — were some of the hardest in your book. occasionally, you would joke to him about dropping your panties then and there. you never actually dropped them (that could easily change if he so asked), but you were pretty much hanging on to them for dear life every afternoon.

and in response to your compliment, nanami would only chuckle nervously before shutting the door behind him to change in the closet. an ugly feeling would blossom in your chest every time at his lack of enthusiam or reciprocation to your desire, though you never let the thought spiral.

a few minutes later, your lips remained glued to his, passionately making out against the counter while continuing your adventure around his body, never straying below his belt.

nanami felt dizzy as he finally pushed away to take a breath. usually he was quite good at keeping up with your ineffable needs — he placed the blame on his depletion from work.

a groan involuntarily escapes him as you lower your lips to suck beneath his jawline, bound to leave a mark. "my love, what's got you so worked up?" he inquires with closed eyes, tilting his head up to give you further access.

you hum in approval of the action, sucking even harder. "told you, i missed you."

before you could stop to think, your hand that was once on his abs instinctively moved lower to rest just above his bulge, and then everything stopped.

with a shaky clear of his throat, nanami pushes off the counter, forcing you to back away while his hands drop to his beige dress pants.

your brows furrow. "what-"

"i'm gonna take a shower." his eyes avert, adam’s apple bobbing smoothly.

not another word follows as your boyfriend paces to the apartment's shared bedroom, leaving you to drown in your cynical thoughts.

if u wanna be tagged comment/send an ask! srry this is short but the full fic is much longer!!! i am like 3/4 done! i js procrastinate writing the smut (also the reason part 2 of my gojo fic is taking forever) T-T

read virgin gojo while u wait <3

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𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧

𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎: no plot just smut of you and hobie

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: afab reader !!! smut !!! face sitting !!! dick riding !!! finishing inside !!! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) !!! dom reader !!! sub hobie (because you sickos eat it up) !!!

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 1840

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: let's just pretend the reader has an iud in or something. also my 100 follower special is coming up and im so fucking excited for it yall, i hope you guys will love it.

It was as if the gods crafted your bodies to meld together just perfectly.

His large hands settled on your hips, gently guiding your body against his every time you pulled back a little. Your hands settled on the sides of his face, your fingers caressing his jawline and ushering his face closer to yours.

Hobie's lips fit perfectly on your own, even his lip ring found an excellent divet in your own lip making it so with each passing kiss you could play with the metal ring with your teeth or tongue. Each time you paid extra attention to the jewel you could hear a chuckle come from his lips, his hands gripping the sides of your hips as if encouraging you to keep teasing him.

You pulled away from the kiss, but your lips quickly found a home in his jawline and neck. Your hands glided down from his cheeks to press firmly against his chest keeping him against the wall, and you stood on the tips of your toes so your lips could reach each part they wanted to. A few sighs of pleasure escaped his lips, and he tilted his head so you could reach every untraversed part of his neck. You could feel Hobie's hands move from your waist to your stomach, but you quickly snatched his wrist leaving him there.

"I never said you could move."

"I didn't know I needed permission." You could hear the edge in his voice, one you were familiar with because of how sassy he was on an everyday basis. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him through the small houseboat eventually getting to the bed. "Eagar are we?"

There it was again.

"Shut up, Hobie."

When you felt your ankles hit the back of the bed you grabbed the fabric of his shirt to spin you two around; switching your places. With his back now facing the bed you pushed him onto the bed, not giving him a chance to react before you crawled on top of him straddling his hips. He did try to get up by propping his elbows up and reaching towards you, but you pressed your palm against his chest and pushed him back into the bed below.

"Am I allowed to do anything without your permission?"

"Absolutely not."

"Fascist."

A smile played on your lips as you looked down on him, your thumb moving to gently swipe against his lips. "We're name-calling now? Now you aren't allowed to speak." Your lips pressed against his again this time more forceful, pushing his head back into the pillow. Your hands danced around his body, the tips of your fingers gliding up to tug at the fabric of his shirt. There was a brief pause in the kisses only for you to grab the hem of his shirt and throw it over his head, it getting lost in the corners of his small room.

You smooched his lips one last time before you kissed his chin then his Adam's apple that bobbed with every slight touch and then down to his chest. Your fingers danced on his studded belt, it didn't take long for you to undo it, snapping the belt off the loop in one swift motion.

You pulled back, grabbing his hands that were still placed on your hips and pulling his wrists together. You tied the belt around his wrist and then tied the belt to his headboard, then pulled back to admire your handiwork.

Hobie's chest raised up and down in time with his breathing. You could feel how flushed his skin was as you ran the tips of your fingers along his muscles, feeling every scar and mole that littered his body. Those gorgeous dark brown eyes looked up at you with anticipation and in that moment you could see there was nothing in his mind but you.

"Cat got your tongue, Hobie?"

His eyes softened, eyebrows knitting together and for a moment you felt almost bad for him. He was tied up under you with no way to move, not allowed to speak less he incur your wrath; he looked so pathetic beneath you, however, he looked so cute like this and you weren't stopping now.

A smile spread across your face as you made quick work of your clothes, tossing them aside to the other hidden corner of the room. The only thing left on your person was Hobie's t-shirt that you frequently took from him.

The moment of stillness was short-lived, but in the process, you could feel Hobie's hard-on poking your thigh through his jeans. You could feel your pussy juices dripping onto his jeans making a small wet patch where you sat. "Should I sit on your face?" The suggestion came out in a tease but his eyes widened and all he could do was nod. "You can speak now, as long as it's only sweet things. No calling me a fascist."

A smirk spread across his lips, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he clenched his fist. "Please do."

"Daw, I can't make you beg for it?"

"Please, please sit on my face."

"Good boy!"

Hobie could only express his disapproval through a glare, but from the way his cock twitched at the nickname you knew it was all for show. You crawled over to him, hovering above his face for a few moments to hear another whiny, "please", escape his lips. Once fulfilled you lower yourself down, letting yourself completely sit down on his face.

One thing about Hobie that you've learned from years of dating him; his tongue was magic. While you've had people try to eat you out before it's all been clumsy and uncoordinated; Hobie's tongue, however, fills your pussy just right. His tongue flicks over your clit, licking your entrance and spreading it apart very softly nibbling on the lips. Your fingers gripped the headboard and while moans threatened to slip out of your mouth you kept quiet if only to hear Hobie's groans and whines that were muffled by your pussy.

Your hips moved in time with his tongue, feeling the piercing dance along your clit and flick it back and forth. "You're doing so well, baby, don't stop." The words fell off your words in a hushed sigh, you arched your back letting the silver ball flick against your clit, but before you could do anything you quickly moved off his face, your juices dripping down his chin.

"What did you do that for?"

"Hush."

You unzipped his pants, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring up. Your fingers wrapped around the base giving it a few strokes. "I want you to beg for it, Hobie, come on." At first, he gave you a look as if he weren't hanging onto your every word, but the facade crumbled away as soon as you started stroking him off. A few throaty whines left his mouth and his eyebrows knit together again as if pleading for mercy.

"Please," his hips moved to match the pace of your hand stroking him off. "Come on, I think I deserve it."

"Oh yeah? What makes you think that?"

"I didn't speak a word because you told me to. I ate you out, happily, may I add, and I stopped calling you a fascist." As he spoke your strokes slowed down to the point where you were just holding his dick in your hands. A whine left his lips, his wrist tugging at the leather restraints of the belt and his hips jerked once again. "Come on, please, I'll do anything."

Those were the magic words. You lifted yourself up and slowly lowered yourself back down onto his cock. His girth stretched you out and for a moment you had to catch your breath as Hobie freely let out moans that filled each room of the houseboat, drowning out your sounds of pleasure.

You fully sat down on his cock, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being filled up before you started bouncing on top of him, your hands firmly planted in your chest to steady yourself.

Hobie stared up at you, mouth slightly agape as sounds of pleasure unabashedly fell from his mouth, his hands gripped the leather belt tying his wrist to the headboard and his eyes still giving you that pleading look as if daring for you to go rougher. Once you got used to the feeling of taking him all in you freely bounced on his cock, your hands moving up to wrap around his neck instead of steadying yourself on his chest.

"Please, please, please…" The words fell out of his mouth as if he were praying for mercy from a god. Your squeeze on his throat was light enough for him to talk but the pressure was leaving imprints on his neck. "Oh fuck, oh shit, you feel so fucking amazing." You could tell there was nothing in his mind except for you as you continued fucking down onto him. "Please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything for what?"

"Please let me cum."

God, it would be so easy for you to deny him and make him beg for it, but just looking at him like this was enough to send you over the edge. You could feel yourself chasing that high, your head getting fuzzy as you found your bounces getting harder and less controlled. "Yes, yes, you're allowed to cum right inside of me."

As soon as you said it you could feel his muscles relax from underneath you; his eyes drifted closed and his head hit the pillow as you continued to bounce on top of him. The only sounds you could focus on were skin slapping against skin and the sounds of his moans and whines. A sigh of pleasure left your lips, you felt your breathing begin to labour as you felt yourself tightened around his cock. His breath pitched and a few pleas left his lips before everything cascaded down.

"Oh fuck, please!" Were the words that left his lips before he lifted his hips up, pumping his semen deep inside of you. You felt your own high wash over you, your legs tensing up at the feeling and your head tossing back as you rocked against him.

"Fuck," a breathy sigh left your lips before you lifted yourself up and untied his hands from the headboard; the two of you collapsing side by side in a mess of sweaty limbs and panting.

Your head rested on his chest and your arms slowly came down to wrap around you. There were a few moments of steady silence with the only sound being the waves gently hitting the sides of the boat and heavy breathing shared between you two. You knew that soon your legs were going to ache and your thighs were going to hurt, but for now, you could just enjoy being in his presence.

"Wanna take a bath with me, Hobie?"

"Sure."

[helluvapoison]

okay those wedding headcanons for Lucifer were amazing and I am dying for the honeymoon if you're willing ♡

Newlyweds

It was far from the first time you two have had sex… but it was his first time as your husband— and he’s fixated on that detail

[part i]

warning: 18+ only, minors DNI, gender neutral reader

• “Say it again,” Lucifer pants, his warm breath fanning your skin and sending a shiver throughout your body, “Please angel, wanna hear it again.”

• “Husband,” You purr, tugging his hair purposefully and stopping his newest mission of sucking a collar around your neck

• A terribly precious whine leaves him at the title. It’s his new favorite, it’s better than king

• Lucifer’s eyes were heavy and clouded with lust, a rosy blush spreading out from the apples of his cheeks and his mouth slightly agape

• “You’re a sinful sight, my dear husband,”

• “Again,” He breathes, finally shrugging off his shirt like it was holding him back

• You sit up with him, helping unbuckle his belt. The leather joins its ensemble on the ground with a loud protest that goes ignored. Lucifer eagerly kicks off his trousers and briefs, hovering over you once more

• While he meticulously places kisses along your jaw, you repeat his favorite word. It becomes a moan before long

• His hands wander down your sides and leave goosebumps in the wake. Suddenly he grabs your hips and drags them to meet his own with strength you forgot he possessed, his cock hard and weeping against your pelvis

• His lips crash against yours to swallow the next noise you release. All of them belong to him anyhow

• You pull him impossibly closer, one hand snaking into his hair and the other scratching down his back as his tongue invades your mouth. He’s all too eager to reclaim every inch of you he can

• You buck up against his length, silently asking for that relief you crave but a low growl from the back of his throat is your answer and it only makes the fire in your belly blaze with passion

• “Let me serve you,” Lucifer whispers desperately against your lips, “Tell me I can, my love, just say the word.”

• You know exactly which one that would be

• “Husband—“

• He’s pushing inside you before you can finish

• Lucifer keeps you lip locked with one hand on the back of your head, taking all your moans for himself, using them to fuel his desires. Serve you; love you; bring you pleasure like you’ve brought him.

• You, you, you, nothing else exists

• He chants your name like he’s casting a spell but it’s him that’s enchanted. He’s entirely focused on bringing you to your peak first even though he’s already dying to cum. The first round is usually the shortest but this time is different. The thought of claiming you inside and out is too much, the coil in his belly is furious at him for holding back but he has to focus on you

• Ducking his head back into the crook of your neck, he bites the junction of your shoulder. His arms wrap around to hug you tighter, keep your chest pressed against his as he ruts into you

• Tossing your head back with a cry you praise him as you drag your nails down his back, “Oh fuck! F-Feels so good. Fuck, ngh, Luci! L-Love you s’much.”

• A pathetic whimper escapes him at that, one tinged with the slightest hint of disappointment but he couldn’t tell you why even if he wanted to. He was busy lapping up the blood and sucking the sweat from your skin, making sure it would be a royal purple for his royal beloved

• “Husband!” You correct yourself with a cry that gets cut short as Lucifer’s pace quickens, thrusts becoming sloppy, “L-Love, oh shit, I love you!”

• Your hole greedily sucks him in, squeezing around his cock and dragging him into ecstasy with you

• His response is a choked moan as he rams into you once more, filling you to the brim with his cum. Immediately after he all but collapses over you while sucking in a ragged breath

• “Fuck,” Lucifer pants, “Sorry angel, I—“

• You squeeze him against your chest and crane your neck to stamp a rough kiss to the crown of his head. “Not another word, my dear husband. You were perfect, as always.”

• A pleased, relaxed smile spreads across his face. He allows himself to lean into your affection for a moment,

• “You don’t think I was done do you? That was only the first course, my love.” Lucifer purrs, feeling himself harden already, still snug inside you

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

thinking about making out with coworker!gojo in one of the bathroom stalls at the office. your back is pressed against the unstable wall while satoru's cold hands slide under your untucked shirt. they along the waistband of your slacks and then all over your abdomen and waist. his lips are latched onto the soft skin of your neck, feeling your pulse right under his warm tongue and he's smiling.

your one hand is grasping onto his shoulder, fingers crumpling the fancy fabric and the other is holding onto the back of his neck, feeling his undercut prickle your skin as you're trying to keep your composure; head clouded and fuzzy from the adrenaline. somebody could come in any second.

his thigh is slotted right between your thighs, pressing up against your crotch and you feel like you can't breathe anymore. so, you let go of his shoulder and hurriedly tug on your tie, desperate for a gulp of air.

you can't do it though. instead of loosening the thing, you accidentally tighten it a little, making you panic before another hand appears on top of yours. satoru's slender fingers make quick work of the tie and the first two buttons of your shirt. he doesn't really take his hands off of you, though; leaving the one resting against your chest while the other goes to cradle your jaw.

"if you wanted me to choke you, you should've just' said that..." he's grinning down at you, taking in your flushed face and he doesn't give you a proper second to breathe because then he's leaning into you and pressing his plump lips against yours. it's wet and it's messy, he's biting down on your bottom lip and forcing his tongue in your mouth.

your hands sink themselves into his white curls, pushing him even closer. you're breathing each other's air by now. "s-shut up."

satoru smiles into the kiss and it's impossible not to match his expression; the corners of your mouth curve upward completely on their own.

he has this effect on you. making your body react to him on its own will. the next thing you know - you're grinding against his thick thigh as he's sucking on your tongue. he can feel your hard-on and it's only making him hornier, getting him even more excited. he unlatches from your mouth, starting a trail of sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. he sucks on the sensitive skin next to your adam's apple and he hisses when you tug on his roots. "fuck..."

if you were more sane, you'd tell him to not give you any hickeys but you're not. you're panting now, chest rising and falling, body hot all over. and his teeth in your neck feel so good.

he lets his tongue glide over the spot before finding another place to attack. his hand holds your neck, gently wrapping around it and giving it a faint squeeze and in turn making your eyes roll back into your head. a quiet moan slips from between your lips and you feel him smiling again.

you almost choke on your own spit when satoru drops down to his knees, fingers hooked behind your belt and waistband. he looks up at you and there's a dangerous glint in his pretty blue eyes. the way he's smiling is making you twitch in your slacks - he's your pretty boy. you push a few stray hairs behind his ear and revel in his pink cheeks and his parted lips, all swollen and tempting.

he leans in closer to press a kiss on your abdomen; one on top of your shirt before raising it up, revealing your happy trail and a few bite marks from the night before. he presses another kiss onto your skin and you shudder, grumbling a few curses under your nose. you can't take your eyes nor your hands off of him. your hand travels on his skin, from his neck to his cheek and back into his hair, messing it up even more.

satoru places the third and final kiss to your bulge and you think your heart is about to fucking explode. he nuzzles his nose against you before pulling back, showing you one of his infamous smirks.

"you gonna let me suck you off here, hm?"

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x Horner Daughter! Reader - Smut

Barely any plot, just straight up filthy porn. You’re Christian Horner’s daughter in her early twenties (no inappropriate age gap, let’s say 12 years max, Daniel is 34 but I’ll leave that down to whatever you’re comfortable with. You and Danny sneak off during the British 2023 GP. Anybody want a part 2 to this?

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” The Australian moaned into her thick hair, inhaling the fresh scent of her apple shampoo. “Fuck..” he groaned out, knowing how badly he shouldn’t be in this position, not with her, not when he worked so closely with her dad, not when there was a race going on just outside of this room. “We really shouldn’t do this.” He moaned again, feeling the tickle of her nimble fingers unbuckling his belt. “Nobody’s gonna know.” She whispered, slowing down her actions as she tilted her head back up to face him. He was so handsome, tanned, muscular arms popping out of his black Red Bull shirt. She analysed his expression, a soft smile lingering as he watched back to her, waiting for her next move, his Adam’s apple bobbed, indicating the tension he felt. Even without his stressed gulp, she could feel the rock hard bulge that grew in his pants embarrassingly fast when she tugged him into the changing room. “Are you sure?” His larger hands smoothed over her shoulders, the touch of her skin intoxicating as he battled with the idea of carrying on with this.

The two had always flirted, Daniel always got nervous when she was about, staring at her for a little longer than everybody else did, adjusting his pants when she’d purposefully bend over in front of him. But now, this was different, this is what years of tension had reduced him to. “I’m positive, Daniel.” She muttered, pulling the belt from the loop now as he leaned back on the wall, swallowing again as he watched her swift movements.

“Fuck-“ he cursed again, the Australian twang causing her to hum as she smiled up to him seductively. “You can’t tell me you haven’t wanted this for months.” As the words fell off her tongue, Daniel felt her fingers inch closer to his twitching dick, needing more of her than he cared to admit. “I see the way you look at me.” She was confident, it was so good, Daniel was just about to reply when her hand slipped into his Calvin Kleins, resulting in an open mouthed moan to fall out of his lips. It was music to her ears. “Fuck, y/n, I shouldn’t. I can’t.” He was so painfully turned on, it hurt, but his hand caught her smaller wrist, halting her from wrapping her fingers around his erect cock. She gulped harshly, looking back to him as he straightened his back now, dropping his forehead.

“You can’t?” Her voice was light and airy, fingers still brushing over the hardness in his pants. “Fuck.” The taller man repeated again, hips involuntarily thrusting at the sensation. “D-do that again.” He then muttered, feeling her fingers stroke up and down his sensitive cock. His hand still caught her wrist, tightly, but as she smoothed over him he found himself pushing her further into his pants, a guttural moan escaping his mouth. He looked like a work of art, she thought, his eyes were heavy lidded, sometimes closed as his lips were hung slightly agape at the pleasant sensation.

“Really shouldn’t, but it feels so good.” He admitted with a soft laugh at how easily he’d given in. Daniel didn’t think he had the self control to stop. He wanted it, just as badly as she did. His whole abdomen was on fire, feeling her small hand wrap around him, tugging gently, pausing a moment to spit on her hand before returning to her movements, jerking him off at a mediocre pace.

Daniel hummed, hand moving up to the back of her neck, stroking the skin he’d always dreamt off. “Kiss me.” He panted. “Fuck, fuck, kiss me.” Their lip clashed together, meeting in an open mouth, hungry kiss that reeked of desperation. Her hands sped her movement, as Daniel moaned into the kiss, the blaring music from the inside of the paddock giving them some leeway with the noises they wanted to make.

Daniel pushed his hand against the wall, watching her wank him off in his pants. His eyes fixated on the bouncing of her tits, her pretty little sundress slipping down off one shoulder… he eased the other one down her arm, exposing her perky breasts as she let out a soft sigh at the cold air reaching her sensitive nipples.

“Touch me Daniel.” She whimpered, feeling her whole body utterly aching for some kind of attention. Daniel didn’t hesitate, licking his fingers and stroking over one of her pierced nipples. “Do you like them?” She moaned. “Fuckin’ love them, shit… keep stroking me like that.” He nodded, bending down to catch her right nipple between his lips. He grew quickly to realise her nipples were really fucking sensitive as he played with them, her whole body on fire as he began bucking his hips into hers.

“I know you’ve wanted this, Daniel.” She whispered, gasping as she removed her hand from his pants in order to slip the dress down to her hips. Her clothed pussy hurt she needed him that bad. The lack of contact drive Daniel crazy.

“Wanted my tits in your mouth, my hand down your pants.” She whined as he groaned against her breasts, licking a stripe up to her lips were they engaged in another messy kiss.

“Those pretty dress’s you wear.” He groaned, growing hornier by the second as he tugged her by the back of her hips into his front. Their crotch’s met and she let out a satisfied whimper at the contact, snatching him closer and tugging up his shirt. “Wanted to get under them so fucking bad.” He admitted as she hummed kissing his lips a little slower before retracting and holding his face to meet his eye.

“Did you think about me?” Her hand began smoothing up her skirt, disappearing under the cloth as Daniel’s eyes frantically glanced back and fourth from her face and where she began touching herself, slowly but very surely. Daniel wanted to see, he felt perverted when his own hand went to his cock, pulling himself out to begin fisting at his pulsating member.

“All the time.” Daniel then exhaled, glancing down at the movements between the two of them as they masturbated back to one another. “What did you think about?” She giggled, a little shyly which drove him crazy. He let out a breathy moan, head lolling forewords as she watched the intense curl and hardening of his bicep every time he wanked himself back and fourth.

“Fuck, I just wanna get you to myself, put my cock between those pretty tits of yours. And that mouth.” He couldn’t believe he was admitting all of this, it was so dirty, borderline sinful, but in that moment, he didn’t care. His mind flashed back to all the times he’d cum over his stomach and hands thinking about her, spending endless evenings confused as to why he harboured such strong feelings for a girl so off limits.

“Yeah?” She moaned, fingers rolling a little faster over her clit. “You want your cock in my mouth?” She pushed the rest of her dress on the floor, left in only a tiny pair of white underwear as she fell down with her discarded clothing.

Daniel was in shock, his voice hitched when her lips wrapped around his cock, leaking precum onto her warm tongue. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I bet it feels so good knowing you’ve got me on my knees, Daniel.” He moaned shamelessly, the suction of her cheeks hollowing around his penis making him feel dangerously good. “You’d get in so much trouble for this.” She giggled as he watched her in amaze, her tongue rolling over the sensitivity of his balls. “I don’t care… I don’t care.” The polite, sunshine like side of him had been replaced with one even he barely recognised. He felt too good to give two shits and if anybody barged in, even if it was Jesus, he couldn’t stop what they’d started. “Mmmmh.” She hummed against his cock, hands cupping and squeezing his balls lightly as an open mouthed smile covered his face as he leant against the wall. Daniel was stupidly close, if he didn’t pull her back up, he would’ve came directly down her throat with warning. Whilst the thought seemed good, Daniel didn’t want it to end that way. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He told her, almost like a warning as he left her with a bruising kiss, spinning her around. Daniel licked his fingers, letting out a throaty moan when they collided with her wet warmth, rubbing over her entrance. If he wasn’t so desperate to fuck her then he’d take his time to divulge in this pussy. He could’ve played with her for hours.

She giggled again, a playful moan leaving her mouth as he spun her around, kneeling her up on the bench that she rested all fours on. “Be a good girl…” Daniel muttered sending a wave of butterflies for her. “Be a good girl and take it.” He smoothed a hand over her back before gently pushing into her. The stretch of her tight cunt was delicious, her back arching as a heavenly moan escaped her lips.

“That okay?” He shakily breathed out. “Yeah… please, fuck me, Daniel.” She begged, feeling him slowly thrust in and out of her, both of them adjusting to the tightness and just how deep he reached. “Fuck, you’re big.” She whimpered, pushing her hips back into his, shaking her bum a little to adjust to the sensation. Daniel wanted to fuck her senseless, he was just waiting for her to give the green light.

“Fuck you’re so big.” She gasped as his cock reached deep within her, with barely any warm up it was a lot to take. “That’s it, that’s it baby, push back on my cock.” Daniel spoke louder now, another moan escaping her lips as he pushed back into her, enjoying the delicious noises she made as he restrained himself.

“Daniel.” She choked out as he opened his eyes, running a hand over her upper back. He was gentle now, struggling to take in all her beauty without admitting the feelings he had lingering inside of him. “You okay?”

“It’s so good.” She groaned as Daniels eyes darkened in lust. “I want more.” She whined. “Please, I want more. I want it harder.”

“I’ll give you it, baby.” Daniel hushed, stroking her hair back slightly before he fucked back into her, her moans egging him on more and more. He was giving her deep, shallow thrusts, pulling her front up to press against his chest. Daniel was huffing and puffing, moaning into her ear as her dirty rambled tightened a knot in his stomach.

“Oh god, Daniel!” She squeaked, finger nails digging into his tanned arm as he groaned out, almost giving into the desire to cum. Just a few more seconds, and he’d be there… “Cum.” Daniel grunted out, feeling her fingers trail down to her clit where she was frantically rubbing. “Cum. Cum all over this cock, y/n.” The noises he was making was so lewd, mixed with the wet slapping of skin, she could feel herself reaching the edge as she frantically bounced back, her desire reaching a boiler point.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck harder, Daniel! Fuck me harder!” Daniel let out another groan, fucking into her at a bruising pace, his balls pressing up against her ass as she wildly cried out, his hand slapping over her mouth as he pressed his lips to her ear. “Cum all over me.” He borderline whined, hearing her moans become more and more high pitched, the angelic noises she cried out sending him to heaven and back as she gripped onto him for dear life. He watched over her contorted face, beautiful, and her body, hips snapping into hers causing her tits to bounce which he grabbed, nipping at her nipple as her whole body tensed. “Cum-cumming, Daniel!” She choked, before several loud moans fell out of her mouth, her orgasm being overwhelmingly strong as every inch of her body jittered and shook, the most intense wave of pleasure causing her to fall limp as her pussy pulsates mercilessly around his weeping cock.

Daniel couldn’t handle the harsh pace, his breathing was loud and shaky and the tightening of her pussy during her orgasm tipped him over the edge. “Fuck! Shit!” He cursed, letting out a growl as his cock exploded his semen all over her ass and shot up her back. He hadn’t cum in over a week, and now he was experiencing the most intense orgasm as his head dropped on her shoulder, kissing there lightly.

The only thing that brought him back around was her gentle whimpers as she ground back against his sensitive cock head. She easily slipped in with how wet she was, milking both of their orgasms as Daniel hugged her close. “Daniel.” She sighed as he nudged his nose against the skin between her neck and shoulder. When he regained the ability to, he cursed at his semen spread across her back, using some tissue paper from the dispenser to tidy her up. There was no post-nut clarity. He didn’t feel ashamed, or dirty, he thought she looked beautiful, and his satisfactions were met, as was hers. The only thing that deterred him was the guilt of having to work with her father in minutes time, Daniel wasn’t so sure of giving into his fantasies was so… clever or respectful.

[notjustjavierpena]

Heat

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Many many moons ago (this might be an exaggeration), I wrote a direct message to @undercoverpena about one of her text posts that sent me into a horny spiral. I loved it. You can read the text post here. At lot happened since then, and I bet you all that she must have forgotten or thought I would not finish it, but alas I return from the dead.

Summary: Javier looks so delicious doing hard work under the sun. The kids aren’t home. Heat is not just what the sun gives, it can also be a state of your body.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, javi p is sweaty and you are horny

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51636391

Heat

It’s a thousand degrees outside.

It’s the beginning of autumn and it’s boiling hot, so warm that one cannot fully enjoy the weather when it makes everything feel crispier. You’ll be damned if you are going to spend the sparse and sacred hours of being childfree inside your house with a pout though, because your father-in-law has the kids after a long period of him being unable to babysit.

One would think that now that your three children are in Abuelo Chucho’s hands, it would mean having a long-awaited, as well as well-deserved, date night with your husband, but Javier has decided to spend the day renovating the back porch in the heat. You haven’t rolled your eyes at him yet, but the urge has been there several times.

You sit on the porch swing, dangling your feet just above the wooden boards that are soon to be removed and replaced. There’s a glass of cold lemonade in your hand, a bee buzzing somewhere nearby. 

Javier is in the shed at the back of the garden. You can hear him move things around, occasionally letting out a swear word moments after something clatters to the floor with a loud bang. 

You sip your lemonade through its straw. The honey bee has found the bush of lavender, and you let your eyes close to listen to the sounds of late summer, the start of fall. The sun dances on your lids, sweat forms at the small of your back just above your shorts and right below your cropped t-shirt.

After a few minutes where you’ve leaned back into the backrest of the porch swing, and nearly fallen asleep, you hear Javier returning. Automatically, your eyes open at hearing him speak. 

“Hey, enjoying yourself?” He has come over to peck your lips. You allow it, holding up the glass of lemonade afterward to watch his lips close around the straw. He takes a long sip whilst his eyes are fixed on yours.

“Gotta stay hydrated if you want to work in this heat,” you note.

“Just gonna be all pretty sitting there and watching me?” He asks after swallowing, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his Adam's Apple bobs.

“Mh-hm,” you nod without saying much, knowing you’ll break if you try to get an actual sentence out.

“Alright,” he just replies, and you swear you catch some sort of undertone in his voice. He kisses you again, lingering a second too long for you to be indifferent towards it, and then stretches again. A less collected version of you wants to undo his belt right there, but you let him go instead. Not without regret though.

And then he starts working, dragging planks across the soon-naked porch deck, and you start sweating even more at the sight. Even moreso at the grunts he elicits during his labor.

Javier is beautiful underneath the burning sun, sweat-slicked chest hair peeking out from under his grayish shirt that he has unbuttoned at the top. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows because they cannot go up any further than that, tightening around the beginnings of his biceps and causing your head to swim when you think about those arms around you. 

You allow yourself to ogle him as he is lost in the task. The straw in your lemonade sits in your mouth, your tongue curling around it briefly before you sip to clench your thirst. There’s sweat collecting on Javier’s brow, threatening to drip down, and when it finally does slide down the side of his head, your eyes burn from refraining from blinking as you watch the beads roll down his neck and into the clavicle of it. You press your thighs together.

The gray shirt has darkened in color around his shoulders due to dampness. Whenever Javier turns his back to you, you can see the darker patch has reached his lower back too. Your tongue darts out to lick at nothing around your mouth, and you know that your husband would laugh at you if he saw it.

There’s something dirty about watching the way he brushes slick hair from his forehead. He has knelt down on the deck by now, occasionally on all fours when he reaches for something in front of himself, and when he gets really concentrated, straining his back muscles so much that the shirt starts fighting for its life, he pulls a face that nearly makes you fall off the porch swing. 

You bite your lip, choose your words but none seems to do the job so you settle for something more simple, “Javi.”

“Sí, mi amor?” Javier doesn’t look up. 

You remind yourself that he has talked about redoing the porch since his father agreed to take the kids. You won’t spoil it for him, and you know that a half-finished project with three kids is not an ideal situation for you, so you compose yourself.

“I think I need to get out of the sun for a bit, can I get you some water?” You ask instead of getting on your knees to beg - or more - and then you walk past him. 

“Sure,” he replies as you pass him, and it makes you unable to see the smirk on his face, “Water would be great. Thanks, honey.”

Inside the kitchen, you fill a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. You even get a few ice cubes from the tray in your freezer but instead of dumping them into your husband’s drink, you hold them against your chest with a sigh of relief. Something burns in the pit of your stomach, even more when you return to the porch and hand Javier the glass of water. He hasn’t gotten less enticing; shirt clinging to him, hair sticking to his forehead, a groan as he gets up from the floor.

“Should be done by tomorrow,” he says as he takes the glass from your hand, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot down your spine as your fingers brush. It’s ridiculous since both of you know that he is yours already. 

“Mm-hm,” you watch him gulp down nearly all of his drink. 

And then he does something that you might never recover from; he pours the remaining water over himself in an attempt to cool down. It wets his hair even more, and he runs his thick fingers through it to shake out the excess droplets. 

Time stands still. Your heart hammers in your chest, pulse traveling through your veins until you can feel the throbbing of each heartbeat between your legs. You press your thighs together and let out a whimper of breath. 

“Baby?” You say softly to earn a hm? It feels shameful to meet Javier’s eyes. However when you do, you notice his pupils have dilated in desire, gaze flickering down your body for the shortest time, and you choose to strike. 

You step into Javier’s personal space, hand reaching up to lie on his chest. The soft pads of your fingers rest on his skin where his buttons are undone, and you try to keep a doe-eyed look on your face as you rub his exposed skin gently.

“I was thinking,” you start, trail off.

“Yes?” He drags the word out. You can hear the smirk on his face but it feels too vulnerable to look him in the eye.

“Since we’re alone,” you continue, gaze fixated on the chest hair that is exposed in the heat, “And since there’s air conditioning inside, we could do something together.”

“Do what?” He says like someone who has figured you out. His strong hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, lifting your palm to his mouth. He kisses it. 

Your face burns with embarrassment at the fact that you can barely contain yourself in his presence. That and the fact that it is usually so easy, so why does it feel so difficult to ask for what you want? 

“You know what.”

“I need you to say it, need you to ask for it, mi vida,” he teases and places your hand on the side of his face. He releases a breath at your touch, eyes fluttering closed so you feel brave enough to look up at his face. He leans further into you and looks as ready as you to give in. 

“I need you to touch me,” your voice trembles. Javier just barely shudders at hearing your words, opening his eyes once more to reveal their darkened color. 

“Touch you where?” Javier continues his little game. He mirrors you, touches your face too, “Here?”

“No.”

His hand moves down to brush your neck, “Here then? It must be here.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Please, Javi.”

Javier’s hand slides down your front and settles on the exposed skin of your belly. It causes you to hold your breath. Then it goes down, slips past the elastic band of your shorts and into your damp underwear. You gasp as two of his fingers slide through the wetness between your legs, tips finding your pulsing clit immediately after. Thank God you have hedges around the back garden and thank God that they’re tall enough to keep prying eyes away from the scene that unfolds. 

“What about here? I hope it’s here because I don’t want to stop,” he rubs you off slowly until your legs start to shake underneath you. He works his fingers back and forth, from side to side, one on either side of your clit and something builds and builds and—

You come with a little cry and bury your face in Javier’s chest. Your hand on the side of his face falls down to his shoulder which you grip as you soak your underwear even more, thighs trapping his hand as they clamp together. As your head spins, Javier chuckles out a swear word above you. 

“Never gets old,” he adds and you start giggling. 

After a few seconds of letting you breathe, Javier cups your face and lifts your lips to his own in a kiss that tells you everything you need to know, where you’re heading, which direction. You kiss him back slowly and he licks the inside of your mouth, guides you toward the screen door that leads inside of the house. He has you, you want to say, body and soul. 

“Let me take my beautiful wife to bed,” he begs and you nod repeatedly, mumbling a soft plea. He peppers you with sweet kisses that turn more heated as you get closer to the bedroom door. He toes off his shoes on the way, leaving them forgotten in the hallway along with pieces of clothing that he sheds you and himself of. 

When you’re both naked, sticking together from the sweat that is already shining on your skin, he hoists you up and carries you to the bed effortlessly. You cling to him by wrapping your limbs around his body, and he kneels down on the bed and places you on your back - and then he doesn’t leave but instead melts into you.

“Te deseo mucho, mi amor,” he murmurs and crushes you so heavenly with his weight, connecting his lips to your throat and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. You’ll scold him for it later but right now, you simply whine. His voice vibrates against your neck, “You really thought all I was gonna do was redo the stupid porch? Not do you?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you bite back with no real hostility, first snorting at his choice of words and then letting out a sigh as he continues tasting your salty skin, “I was ready to go insane, so please fuck me.”

“Dramatic as ever,” he teases and then holds himself up with one arm so he can reach down between your bodies. You bend your legs and let your knees fall out to the sides, breath hitching until it becomes a whimper when the head of Javier’s cock slides through your folds. 

“Please,” you say, and have never been so willing. His cockhead catches on your clit, and your moan comes out a lot louder than intended. You are just about to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you don’t have to; you can cry and whine and scream all you want to. It makes you yearn for him in a newfound sense and makes you want to scream already. 

“Paciencia, mi amor,” he tuts but still reads your mind. He enters you a moment later, pushing inside easily from the slick that’s already smearing your inner thighs. He groans as you take him, eyes intensely focused on yours whilst stretching your pussy open in a delicious sting. Your hands find his broad shoulders instead of their usual place clamped down on your mouth. You let yourself be noisy as you adjust.

“That’s it,” he slurs, “Be noisy all you want. Good girl.”

When he pulls out and eases back in, the two of you moan in unison. He does it again but follows it up with a breathless laugh when your noises already climb in pitch. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says soothingly as if you’ve hurt yourself.

But then he shows no mercy and speeds up. His rhythm becomes something else entirely; hard and fast, sending the eyes in your head rolling backward into your skull with a f-fuck dripping from your lips.

Everything is so different. Usually, you breathe so deeply into each other’s bodies, connecting your lips whenever the other is about to give away what the two of you are doing to the rest of the house. Your noses will bump against each other as you are impossibly close to one another, an occasional h-ah escaping your mouth or a low grunt from Javier’s, and if not even a kiss can cover up the noises, Javier’s strong hand or your own will cover your mouth as you cry through the most intense orgasms a man has ever given you.

But now. Oh God. Javier is making you sing until the house is shaking, every noise bouncing off the walls to ricochet right back to your ears. You can hear yourself sound obscene as he makes you come a second time, wanton moans falling from your slack mouth. You tremble, thighs jiggling along his sides as he drives his cock into you to prolong your pleasure. 

“There you are, Christ, you are perfect,” he praises, continues to pound your oversensitive cunt, “Let it all out, baby.”

“More,” you beg, “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunts. 

You reach down between your legs as best as you can, already thinking of a third orgasm now that your clit is untouched. If not only to shout yourself hoarse.

Javier traps you between his arms, propping himself up on his forearms and sliding his fingers into your hair. He tugs slightly as he rolls his hips, pain erupting from your sensitive follicles and adding to your third high that is building. 

You circle your clit fast, barely able to contain yourself as your cunt goes off into delicious spasm. You think you might actually start crying with how intense it feels, Javier’s cock twitching inside of you whilst he moans too. He buries his face in your shoulder.

“Don’t pull out,” you gasp up at the ceiling, nails creating little crescent marks on the muscles of his broad shoulder, “Javi, oh fuck, come in me. Don’t pull out. Pleasepleaseplease.”

The comment makes Javier pull back a little, raising himself on his elbow to look down at you. His fingers are still in your hair, an occasional moan tumbles out of his mouth as he continues reaching deep inside of you, and his eyes bore into yours. He furrows his brow from being so close, barely able to speak from how ragged his breathing is.

“What—?” He grunts. Any moment now.

“Not ovulating,” you moan back at him, tightening your legs around his waist to punctuate your want, your need. You try meeting his every thrust to encourage his own high, “Please, baby. Need you to come in me.”

“Mierda, estas una chica sucia,” his hips stutter, “You love getting filled to the brim, don’t you?” 

You nod frantically. 

“Just want me to keep knocking your sweet cunt up, huh?” He moans. 

“Yes. Whole fucking football team.”

“C’mere,” he catches your mouth in a heated kiss, nodding slightly, but it turns messy as soon as he gets to orgasm. He whimpers into your mouth when he is just on the brink, and then he gasps as the first rope of come starts to fill you. You let out a big sigh against his mouth for show, taking everything he has to give you whilst he shudders in your arms. 

It takes a moment to calm down. Your arms rest beside your head and your eyes close, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Above you, Javier hisses when he pulls out of you and you can immediately feel his come dripping out of you. 

Javier kisses your exposed chest. He slides his hands up your forearms to eventually hold each of your hands, flopping down onto you again. 

“Ice water,” you say after a while of laying together like this. 

“Hm?” He squeezes your hands.

“Go get some ice water, your wife is boiling.”

“Fine,” he groans. 

When he comes back, he has also brought a towel and you spend the rest of the afternoon trailing ice cubes across your warm skin after cleaning yourself up. It’ll be easier to work in the colder evening sun anyway.

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

warlock wizard Wally scribbles... Thinkings! oh and a bonus bard-ish Barnabys in the corner for flavor

outfit ramblings:

first of all that is a Terrible rendition of what Home looks like in my head. i just needed to fill empty space </3

the staff was the toughest part honestly. bc it Had to be paintbrush-themed, but then halfway through scribbling i was like "oh shit. there are only so many ways to draw a paintbrush-wizard-staff and Weevmo already hit it out of the park." so if you're seeing similarities! you're right! i tried to make it as different as i could! there is Inspiration from their marvelous design, however accidental or subconscious! Apologies!

he gets a pointed hood instead of a hat because a) it looks great on him! and b) it has less of a chance of messing up his hair! also c) it helps muddle the difference between Wizard and Warlock. typically hoods have evil/duplicitous connotation - blur the lines! i want his long gloves and forearm wraps to have the same vibe. his neckerchief is a big help in hiding Home's seal!

his layered (loosely apple-themed) capelet (which the hood is attached to) has a nice high collar & hides the details of his loose shirt - eye embroidery! and some flowers on the shoulders but yk, mostly eyes. on one side of the shirt buttons has open eyes, the other side they're closed! there's also one big eye on his back!

his belt buckle is two halves of an apple! he wears tall thigh-high boots w/ low heels to feel Taller! he has a book-holster hooked to the back of his belt, which holds his grimoire! and he has a lil thigh-bag that has been magicked to be Bottomless and warps size! he can fit pretty much anything in there! canvases! paint! apples!

his half-skirt thing (idk what the word for it is!) is really plush, like a quilt - his capelet is the same fabric. soft, cozy. sometimes he'll use the skirt thing as a blanket in a pinch, or as a picnic placemat!

is his outfit a little Complicated? is it annoying to replicate? yes and yes. but im a maximalist at heart and Nothing But The Best for the blorbo <3 layers my beloved <3

[toxicanonymity]

Left in Lincoln - Master List (ongoing)

softdark dads' best friend!Joel x virgin f!Reader

mood board by gracieispunk

series masterlist here, a reblog won't stay updated.

official playlist 🍑 bonus playlist by readers PREMISE: After you were orphaned by the outbreak, Bill and Frank raised you, sheltered in their closed community. Now 21+, you're still inexperienced. They leave to get treatment for Frank and ask Joel to look in on you while they're gone. The town begins to creep you out, but Joel is glad to provide comfort, protection, and education. WARNINGS: I8+ Big, girthy age gap. Joel is very dark and toxic but acts sweet with reader. Angst. Loss of virginity. Manipulation. Slow-burn horror: no gore, no violence toward reader, but this story has given people nightmares. NO USE OF Y/N.

Floorplan

Part 1 - This Protector (3k) - He lowered his voice and said, "Feelin' this against you, knowin' it's there." His hips lifted gently, and it swelled harder against you. "It's s'posed to feel good. Nothin' to be ashamed of"

Part 2 - The Dirty Ground (5k) - “Ever had an orgasm, darlin'?” He slowed his hips to talk. . . . “Only in my sleep," you said.” Good, that’s your body takin’ care of you. It’s good for you. . .Gonna take this belt off, k?”

Part 3 - The Cold, Cold Night (7k) - He looked from your eyes to your mouth and back then murmured, "Nap really all ya want?" "Just wanna be with you," you answered quietly.  His deep voice became nearly a whisper. "Love hearin' that, baby."

Part 4 - Apple Blossom (7.5k) - “Gonna take time ‘fore you’re ready for this,” he said with a roll of his hips. . . You asked, “You want it too, don’t you?” “Course I do, baby,” he panted. “Gotta feel good for both of us, though. Gotta do it right.”

Part 5 - Black Math (8.6k) - “God, if you only knew . . .” There wasn't even a hint of shame in his voice. “We’re almost there, I promise.” He tucked in his shirt and adjusted himself while he was at it. “God damn,” he exhaled.  “Turns me on, thinkin’ about it.” 

Part 6 - As Ugly as He Seems (8.4k) - You would've given anything for Joel to wake up and ravage you. “s’what I mean, baby,” he murmured sleepily into your hair. "Can't trust myself." He groaned softly as his palm brought you tighter against him.  You began to reach behind you, but he intercepted your hand. . .

Part 7 - Forever for her (10k) - [loss of virginity] You looked at his clothes and didn't say anything, but he replied to your silent question with a smile and hushed voice. "no, I don't have to be so dressed..."

Yes, I still plan for there to be a part 8. I don't have an ETA for anything I'm writing in this fandom, as much as I love you all.

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Art, etc.

HOT fan art by @bonezone44

Ch 1 mood board by @neverwheremoonchild

Ch 1-6 mood board by gracieispunk

Collage by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Chapter-specific posters

Hot ominous edit by swagxgarfunkle tiktok

Haunting edit by @iamasaddie

If yours is missing PLEASE let me know I probably tagged improperly & couldn't find.

[jjkeverlast]

unholy drabble #1 | jjk (m)

pairing boyfriend!jk x reader

genre/au’s smüt lmfao i cannot with myself

summary there’s nothing hotter than seeing your boyfriend dance in front of you.

word count 1k

warnings öral (m. receiving) | that’s literally it. lol.

author’s note first and last time i’ll ever do this. i’m so sorry y’all. this isn’t proofread whoops. also this is dedicated to the sweetest lia @quarter-life-crisis2 <3

when jungkook had told you he’d film himself doing the smoke dance challenge, you hadn’t believed him.

until it actually happened.

there he was, in your hotel bedroom, showing off his intense and precise dance moves in a fixated rhythm. the music boomed through the whole room, jungkook’s steps scruffing on the floor.

you catch him running his tongue over his lips when he raises both arms and rolls his hips in a languid movement. your jaw drops at the sight, but it’s quickly forgotten when he finishes off the dance like what he just did was absolutely nothing.

he’s a tease, you should’ve known. after all this isn’t the first time he’ll do a small gesture and drive you absolutely wild.

his shirt rides up a few times, exposing his tiny waist and the waistband to his underwear. it’s a quick glimpse but your eyes are so fixated on him, it’s almost as if the time has slowed down when it happens.

when he ends it, he’s panting, picking up his phone from the set up he created, re-watching it carefully. his chest is rising with every breath, bottom lip caught in between his teeth in concentration.

“good.” he praises himself, posting it on weverse and tiktok, before placing his phone down.

you’re about to compliment his dancing skills when he wipes off the sweat off his temples by grabbing onto the hem of his shirt. his abs are exposed to your eyes, flexing a bit when he moves.

“you’re doing this on purpose.” you say, catching a surprised expression by your boyfriend.

he giggles. fucking giggles as he lets his shirt fall down and cover his abs. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you roll your eyes before getting up from your bed, joining him where he stands. without saying another word, you drop down onto your knees, looking up to catch his reaction.

“fuck, baby.” he mutters under his breath, catching your eyes sparkle in excitement.

“admit you’re a tease and i’ll continue.” you’re not letting him get it so easily, not after he put on a literal show for you and everyone else who’s currently blowing up his phone.

“i’m a tease…” he admits quicker than you expected. “your tease.”

he knows what to say, which results in you pulling his belt off harshly. the clinging sounds erup in the room as you unzip his pants quickly.

jungkook bites back a moan, as he watches you fumble out of greediness, all while you’re on your knees for him.

you palm him through the black material of his boxers, gazing his cock harden as you continue your movements. jungkook hisses by the contact, bucking into your hand for more.

with a grip on his length, you move your fingers upwards to pull down his boxers quickly. the minute they’re hugging his ankles, you run your hands on his thighs.

they tense under the touch and you waste no time to run your tongue from the base to the tip. your eyes stay fixated on jungkook’s almost fucked out expression. he’s nibbling his lip piercings, concentrating on watching you take him.

you’re too needy to tease him as much as he did to you, so you waste no time and swallow him slowly. your lips stretch around his cock as you feel the soft skin land heavy on your tongue.

your hand grabs the base to steady yourself better as you start to bop your head, tongue tracing over his tip.

as your mouth touches every inch of him, your hands touch his balls, squeezing them. jungkook’s mouth drops at the motion, letting out a soft grunt.

“fuck, look at you.” he grabs your cheek, tracing his thumb on the apple of your cheek as you continue sucking him off.

you love the feeling of his cock being able to fill your mouth up so nicely you’re almost unable to moan. you quicken your pace, changing it up by stroking him and solemnly focus on his tip before going back to covering him fully with your mouth.

jungkook leans his head back, turning his gaze on the mirror as he watches you sit on your knees and moving shamelessly. god he could look at you forever.

“baby look in the mirror.” he orders, and you do so, catching your messed up state. your lips are already a bit swollen, cheeks stuffed and chin covered in spit. “want you to watch how well you suck my cock.” jungkook’s hand lands on your nape, gripping it harshly as you watch him through the mirror.

the sight is something so filthy you feel yourself close to edge, wanting nothing more than for him to come in your mouth. therefore you remove your hand from the base, letting them on his thighs instead as you swallow him whole.

jungkook can feel himself grow close the faster you do it, spit landing down on your chest and eyes turning watery.

“gonna—“ jungkook tried to warn, his grip tightening as he holds you down for a seconds, enamored by the warmth your mouth offers to his cock.

you hollow your cheeks, tightening your mouth around him as your hands roam from his thighs and onto his waist, loving how it feels beneath your palms.

“ah—“ jungkook whines, his cock twitching in your mouth as his come trails further down your throat. you slowly remove your head, swallowing all of it as you suck him clean.

jungkook’s fingers move to your eyelids, wiping off the tears that were threatening to spill. your lips form into a smile when his cock leaves your mouth completely. it’s so innocent that jungkook can’t believe you were sucking him off that way just a few seconds prior.

“god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you grin as you get up, pecking his lips just once before moving back to the bed as if you didn’t just give him the head of his life.

“maybe next time don’t tease me like that.” you respond.

“challenge accepted.”

[loveshotzz]

Constellations

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: under the stars, you just want steve to kiss you.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ even though there’s no smut. sorry kiddos. just some first kiss fluff inspired by season 3 steve who’s kinda lost his confidence.

authors note: another blurb outta the pile! I’m a sucker for late nights at Lovers Lake with Steve 💗. for @superblysubpar cause I know when I came up with this blurb months ago she was so excited. sorry it took me so long!

The sky was clear above the lake, the stars glimmering extra bright against the water illuminating patches of the trees surrounding you. The reflection hits the green and brown specks that lay nestled inside Steve’s eyes in a battle to steal your attention. You try not to meet his gaze as you search for the constellation he promised to show you when he threw rocks on your bedroom window, careful not to wake your roommate.

He was dressed more casual than your first date a few days ago. A date that didn’t end with the kiss you desperately hoped you’d get at the end of an evening filled with warm palms that covered your lower back whenever he’d get the chance, or stolen glances to the pink gloss that covered your lips just for him. Instead, an awkward hug and red cheeks is what you got as he tripped over his own feet from your doorstep to his car.

The gray shorts he wears stop just above his knees, the hair covering his legs matching the patch that’s always peeking out from the tops of his shirts. His sweater was the same color as the car that took you here, tight around his broad shoulders, and snug in all the spots you wanted to explore with your fingers. His honey colored hair was messier than you’d seen before, like he’d just woken up and had to see you, disguising it as late night stargazing by the lake. The thought of how soft it must feel makes your hands twitch at your sides.

Your shoulders are tucked into his jacket that he always keeps in the back seat of his BMW. It was the end of summer — August bleeding into September. The late nights starting to get that little bit chillier, the days a little bit shorter. The faded spice of his cologne swirls around your senses still embedded deep into the fabric from last year. The blanket he’d laid out on the lush grass that still hadn’t disappeared is soft under your hands that keep you propped up at an angle, your legs extend in front of you, crossed at your ankles and the toes of your sneakers bump into his.

The space he leaves between you is just enough to feel the heat of his body radiate off his bronzed skin, freckled and kissed by the sun, his big hands spread out palm down like a mirror with yours. The tips of his fingers are quiet, ghosting against the side of your hand. Leaning his head back to follow your line of sight, the smell of his shampoo reminds you of the woods around you when the wind catches it. He’s so close, but you want him closer.

It only takes a few minutes before you feel his eyes are on you again and you can’t stop the twist of your lips this time.

“Where are these constellations? Or you just wanna look at me?” Your voice is soft, the faint teasing edge behind it isn’t enough to cover up how he’s making you shy when your eyes finally connect with his.

He clears his throat, cheeks blooming and Adam’s apple bobbing under your grin.

“Shit - yeah, sorry. Just like seeing you in my jacket s’all.” Your stomach flutters at his words, butterflies wreaking havoc when he finally crosses the threshold, a big hand enveloping yours. He brings his attention back to the sky, fingers curling purposefully.

You lean in closer under the guise of getting a better look as he starts to trace along the path of a collection of twinkling stars.

“We’ve got Orion’s Belt right over here.” His shoulder brushes against yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles over your knuckles.

Water laps against the shoreline and the distant coo of an owl drowns out the fading chirp of crickets while he gives you a tour of the night sky. His voice calms your nerves, talking low enough just for you to hear while your bodies inch closer like magnets until there’s no space left, fingers daring to intertwine.

“And this…” he breathes and you know he’s not looking at the stars anymore, spearmint and a little bit of the joint you both shared hitting your nose “Is the big dipper.”

Your eyes dare to leave the wide expanse above you only to confirm your suspicions. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk when he gets caught for the second time tonight, but this time he doesn’t move to look away. You can see the stubble lining the sharp line of his jaw from this close, a collection of moles you think you could trace into the same patterns he just showed you coming into view. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips when his eyes shift down to yours and it makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s gonna do it.

“Are you gonna kiss me Steve?” Your impatience comes out in just above a whisper.

There’s a new air of confidence about him now, shifting so he can lean against his elbow, the new position has him looking up at you. The moon shimmers, wrapping around you punching the air out of his lungs. You’re beautiful. He’s gentle when he cups the side of your face, your skin heating up under the softness of his palm. His thumb traces the line of your cheekbone before moving to the silk of your bottom lip, tugging it down gently, watching it pop back into place.

“Is that what you want, baby?” His eyes darken when he sees the pinch of your brows. A pout.

The nickname makes your heart soar and your chest tighten, only letting you offer a nod and the sweetest “please.” It fills the empty spaces in the air around you, an electricity begging to explode around it.

His hold finds its way to the back of your neck, long fingers curving just below your hairline before pulling you down without a fight to meet him. Nudging his nose against yours, you can feel the brush of his lips from this close.

“I should’ve done this the other night.” His breath mingles with yours, teasing you in a way that you like. “You forgive me?”

You match his smile despite trying to fight it and he takes that as his answer, finally putting you out of your misery with the kiss you’ve been waiting for.

He takes it slow at first, his eyes fluttering shut while his hand finds your jaw. He asks you to open up for him gripping your chin while his tongue licks at your top lip. Granting him the kind of access you’d never deny him, a groan vibrates deep from his chest when you meet him in the middle to deepen it.

Your fingers find their way into his hair when he lays back on the blanket taking you with him, and it’s even softer than you imagined. Of course it is. You grab at roots on the nape of his neck when he nips at your bottom lip already addicted to the sound he gets from it.

The kisses get sloppy, all the tension coming to a head when he tugs at your hips. Your leg slots between his so the muscle of his thigh presses to the most sensitive part of you, and it takes everything not to rock against him. His hand moves to squeeze at the curve of your waist, teeth scraping together when you both start to get needy. More, more, more.

A high pitch whistle from the other side of the lake breaks you two apart with a jump, the culprits hidden by distance and darkness. A loud splash of water tells you they are none the wiser to the company they keep. A late night rendezvous like you and Steve.

He huffs out a low chuckle beneath you, with that signature hand running through his hair when his head hits the ground with a low thump. Keeping a hold on your hip to make sure you don’t go anywhere, his eyes are brighter than before when he looks at you with flushed cheeks and that smile that started your crush all those years ago.

“Took you long enough.”

[ackermanbloodline]

The Cure For Insomnia - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: You take Levi's virginity.

Word Count: A little over 4k.

Warnings: Smut. 18+, MNDI, NSFW.

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You emerge from sleep during the night and instinctively lift your arm and place your hand on the right side of the bed, searching for someone. Your eyes peek open when you realize that it’s empty. The moonlight of the nearby window pools smoothly onto the dark sheets. You look around the room. Nothing.

Levi.

You sleepily sit up in bed and rub your eyes. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and get up, grabbing your robe to cover your nightwear and fasten the satin belt around your waist. You head to the bedroom door and open it, which reveals the clean expanse of Levi’s living quarters. You search for him and make sure to look on the couch as well as the bathroom. Still nothing. 

It isn’t until you think to check his desk that you find him slumped over in his chair, soundly asleep, and even snoring a little. The sight pulls at your heart. He even still has a pen in his hand. You watch him for a few moments. You had told him to not stay up too late doing paperwork, which clearly fell onto deaf ears. He is so stubborn. You two are alike in that regard. Even when he does come to bed, though, you can still he’s still awake just by the rhythm of his heart and the rate of his breath. 

You carefully close the space between you two by making sure you’re quiet as you pad over to him. You lean back against his desk and begin to softly stroke his hair. As soft as ever. You tilt your head as your nails rake softly against his scalp in a soothing manner. He stirs awake, lifting his head to look at you. Your hand falls onto your lap and you smile at him lovingly. 

“Hi,” you whisper. 

“Hey.” 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

He nods and gets up, following you to your bedroom. He closes the door behind you both and when he begins to take off his clothing, you turn around and stop him. His eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you. 

“I got this.” 

You carefully pull out his cravat from his shirt. Levi can’t help but stare at you. Stare at your bedhead. Stare at the V line of your robe. Stare at the bags under your eyes. The dried drool on your chin. And then he begins to think about your patience with him, the fact that you’re the only constant in his life. 

“You’re too good for me, you know that?” 

“I could say the same for you.” 

He is quiet after that as he feels a tinge of blush spread across the apples of his cheeks. You continue to undress him down to his underwear. Once you’re done, you fetch a pair of boxer briefs and pajama pants from his drawers. You hand these over to Levi and he heads into the bathroom, giving you a kiss on the forehead on the way there. 

You take this opportunity while he’s changing and brushing his teeth to take off your robe, hang it, and crawl back into the confines of the now cold bed. You push down the covers for Levi so he’s ready to crawl right in. You curl up in a ball, and shut your eyes, and impatiently wait for your boyfriend to come to bed. It isn’t long before you feel the trace of his fingers run softly along the length of your spine. Goosebumps form along the stretch of your back. 

He’s quick but soft when he finally comes to bed, barely shaking or moving the mattress at all. His hand travels from your back, to your side, and to your torso as he wraps his arm around your waist and brings you in closer to him. Your back to his chest. He nuzzles into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply into his lungs. A certain sense of contentedness takes over him and slows his racing thoughts that never seem to stop. 

Levi silently wishes that you two would stay like this forever. 

Throughout the night, he sleeps on and off, which is an improvement compared to most nights. He never lets go of you, even when you try to pry yourself out of his strong grip. He only pulls you in tighter. 

Once dawn breaks, he stirs awake. Almost immediately, he notices an uncomfortable straining against his briefs, pressing right up against your backside. It’s practically a miracle that it hasn’t woken you up. It’s not often that Levi would wake up with morning wood, but today is an exception. Carefully, he lifts his arm away from you to try to get up. You don’t allow it though. It’s your turn to hold him closer. Your grip on him grows tighter and you shift more of your body against him. 

Still, your eyes stay closed and your breathing remains slow and steady, not waking from slumber at all. But when you wiggle your hips and ass against his groin, a bolt of pleasure strikes up his pelvis. He quietly lets out a frustrated sigh and gives up. 

He tries to go back to sleep. No luck. 

He doesn’t attempt to imagine scary or horrible things since he’s witness to those every day and he has a hard time controlling his thoughts in the nighttime. 

He mentally decides that he will stay where he is until you wake up and make a quick escape to the bathroom to take a cold shower. 

About ten minutes pass by and a quiet sigh leaves your lips and you shift your hips again. This causes Levi to lose any progress in trying to make his erection go away. Another shock of warmth. He closes his eyes with annoyance. Shortly after, you let out more of a quiet moan this time. 

Now Levi’s interest is piqued. His eyes snap open and his heart begins to race. 

You two haven’t had sex yet. In fact, he hasn’t had sex in his entire life. Not yet. Now, the thought of having sex with you has crossed his mind more than once. In fact, whenever he masturbated, which was rare, you and you only were the center of his thoughts. This is the only way he was ever able to finish. 

He carefully looks over you. Your breathing has picked up and your heart rate is beating rapidly beneath the soft skin of your neck. He watches you in awe. 

“Levi,” you breathe quietly. 

Holy shit. 

Hearing his name fall off your lips in such a sensual and beautiful way made him as hard as a rock, which is not an exaggeration at all. Several high-pitched moans leave your lips and your hips instinctively grind back against him. Although it’s difficult, he doesn’t dare to reciprocate or do anything to you at all. One thing that’s important to Levi is having your consent, especially when it comes to things of sexual nature. 

He gathers the strength to remove his arm from your waist and you shift onto your back and squint at the slowly brightening room. You look to the left and find Levi already looking at you, practically staring a hole through you. He looks… frazzled? 

“Levi? Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he says, carefully placing a hand on your cheek and stroking his thumb. “Did you have nice dreams?” 

You close your eyes and giggle, noticing the dampness in between your legs and the libido sparking through your veins. Levi looks more attractive this morning than ever. 

“Yeah.” 

“What were they about?” 

“I dreamt that… we owned our own tea shop in Wall Sina. We decked it out and, like, made it our own. I did really well, too. Even Queen Historia was a regular patron there. I don’t remember what we named it, but it was nice. Just nice to be and feel at peace for once. With you.” 

“That sounds nice,” he says, his heart internally combusting at the sweet dream. That was a far, far dream of his. “Anything else?” 

You hesitate for a moment before answering.

“I don’t think so.” 

“Really?” 

Levi bites the inside of his cheek, not knowing whether or not to say it. After just a moment or two of debate, he takes a leap of faith. He slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours. You both close your eyes and get lost in the sensations of the kiss, which is passionate and slow. The soft skin of his lips feels like heaven. You love how he’s so hardened towards everyone else, yet has a sweet, soft spot just for you. Your relationship isn’t easy, but nothing in this world is easy. 

He uses his legs to sit himself up and push his body on top of yours, deepening the kiss and picking up the rhythm. He lays in between your legs. His mouth is hot and heavy on yours, but also calculated and steady. His strong hands take turns occasionally to roam the sides of your body gently to run along the curve of your figure. 

“Does that jog anything for you?” he murmurs. 

“Not quite.” 

The wetness at the apex of your thighs causes your panties underneath your night shorts to stick to the skin there. You can’t help but shift your hips upwards against his, both of you beginning to pant with desire. Waves of pleasure course through the both of you as you do so. God, you need him closer. Before Levi can register it, your hands travel to the hem of your sleep shirt and rip it over your head to expose your torso. 

Levi doesn’t even have time to look at you before you pull him onto you, closing the gap of space between your bodies. You continue to shift up into his pelvis to feel the hardened bulge in his black joggers up against your pussy. Levi retreats backward and sets his forehead to yours, out of breath and wanting you more than he ever has. 

“Are you okay?” he breathes and looks at you. 

You nod, blinking up at him, “Are you?” 

“Yes.”

You two sat there for a moment to catch your breath. When you finally have the courage to say it, you call out his name. 

“Levi?” 

“Hm?” 

“I wanna make love to you.” 

His face pales like he sees a ghost. Soon, a light dusting of pink dances across his cheeks. You cup his face and admire how beautiful he looks right now. The sunrise paints everything in the room, including you both, beautiful shades of oranges and pinks. 

He says your name, “Are you sure?” 

You nod. 

He gives you a small smile, leans back down, and resumes kissing you. His stomach feels like it’s on fire and yours feels the same. It’s not long before the slow and steady of the kiss returns to rushed and somewhat sloppy. Your tongues slip past one another’s and, at one point, you catch a hold of his and suck on it. You bob your head up and down and keep your eyes closed. You draw back with a pop. 

You motion him to switch positions with you so he’s lying on his back against his bed. You sit on his lower abdomen/pelvic area and his hands land on your hips out of instinct. Levi has a full view now of your naked chest. And now he’s becoming painfully hard. Almost like a string wrapped tightly around a finger and cutting off circulation. 

You can’t help but admire him from his angle. As he breathes, the muscles in his stomach contract and release. There are a few scars that adorn his body but you have never cared about that. And you never felt the need to ask. Levi was reserved about his past and that’s how it always has been. Maybe one day he would open up, but you didn’t feel the need to push the envelope. 

You tell him, “You need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at all and I’ll stop, okay?” 

“Okay. Proceed.” 

You lean down and plant a few kisses to his lips, then move to the side of his mouth, to his chin, jaw, and to his neck. You two have had made out before, but this was crossing new territory. Your lips come into contact with his jugular and you gently kiss and suck on it. His hand finds its way into your hair and closes into a fist. It feels so good, too good. His mouth drops open with strangled breathing. 

You shouldn’t be, but you’re surprised at his reaction. You can only imagine how he’s going to feel when you actually start to work him. 

As your mouth continues to make a gentle assault on his neck, you softly rock back and forth against his dick in little thrusts to get some type of relief on both of your ends. His hands grip your backside to encourage you to keep doing what you’re doing. In Levi’s mind, he could finish from this alone. But he thankfully doesn’t get that close once you move downward to make a trail of kisses down his muscular chest. 

You take your time. Kissing every single mark. Every single rib. Every single muscle. Some closed-mouth kisses, some open. All you want Levi to know is that he’s cherished and loved by you. Levi tended to show more of his affection through physical touch and gestures, so you hope that he gets the message that that’s what you’re trying to do here. 

When you reach the waistband of his joggers and his briefs, you slip your fingers past it and teasingly run along the bands. His pelvis shifts upwards and he squirms with anticipation.

“Please…” 

His quiet beg is almost inaudible. You stop your actions completely and look up at him. You had never heard him beg before for anything, nevertheless the word “please.” You don’t point it out otherwise you know he will get embarrassed. But you’re practically salivating with lust, replaying that simple word over and over again. You don’t know who is more eager to go down on Levi at this point: you or him. 

You sit up and hook your fingers into his clothing and he helps you get them off. The entire head is glistening against the sunlight with pre-cum. You stare at it in awe for a few seconds, completely infatuated, before you lean down onto his legs and brush your hand along his hips before grasping him firmly. 

He hisses with the contact and leans back further into the mattress. His head is already slightly spinning and his length jolts in your hand. Your hand sits at the base of his cock and then you begin pumping slowly. Your hand, for some reason, feels so much better stroking him than his own. Then you add your mouth to the mix, picking up slack on the upper half of his length while your hand works the bottom half. Your tongue playfully swirls around the tip and you taste him. It’s addicting. 

You eventually find a steady rhythm with your mouth and hand at work. Your tongue is practically suctioned to the underside of him. You notice the way he expresses pleasure: he breathes hard and gasps, sometimes even letting out a quiet moan or a whimper. You don’t doubt for a moment in your mind that you’re dripping by now. It’s almost unbearable. With your immaculate grip and mouth, it isn’t long before Levi is close. He becomes almost silent and runs his hand through his hair. His abs twitch and his muscles tense up. Even though he wants to more than anything, he knows if he looks down at you now, he will cum on the spot.

Not knowing how else to stop you or not having the voice to speak up, he sits up and pulls your mouth off his cock. He closes his eyes momentarily, holding your face in his hands, before opening them and seeing you. Your lips are all puffy and swollen and there’s a string of saliva sticking to your chin. His gaze is fixed there. You bring his fingers to your chin, wipe up the spit, and stick his index and middle fingers in your mouth, sucking seductively. His eyes latch to your mouth once again and he suddenly regrets not looking you in the eye as you gave him head. Your lips look so pretty around his fingers, he can’t even imagine what they look like wrapped around him. 

When his fingers leave your mouth, you slowly push them down into your underwear and to your cunt. You help him swipe up some of your arousal and they are absolutely coated and drenched when you pull them out. You stick his fingers in your mouth again, tasting yourself. 

“Shit,” he swears underneath his breath. 

He practically throws you back down underneath him after that and positions himself in between your legs. You giggle at his excitement. He pulls down your shorts and underwear with one impressive swipe. Your knees are together and he places a palm on each and spreads your legs wide open for him to see. And he takes a look at you. So much so that a blood blush rushes to your cheeks. Normally Levi would say something, but words escape him at this moment. 

He carefully settles in between your legs and you move your thighs up on his shoulders. He brings his hand up and gently caresses your leg. 

“You don’t have to do this,” you offer, running your hand through his disheveled hair. 

“I want to.” 

When you feel his breath against your cunt, your eyelids flutter close. Levi feels a little intimidated, not totally knowing what to do, but he goes in anyway. His chin, lips, and mustache area are all covered in your wetness immediately. You gasp at the sudden and pleasurable contact. You revel in the feeling of the moment. You’ve wanted this for… months. Maybe even years since your joining of the Scouts. 

His tongue makes contact with your clit, which elicits a moan from you. Levi takes this observation into consideration.

“You’re so damn perfect, you taste so good. All for me.” 

His tongue brushes over it again, this time your back arching off the bed slightly. He stares up at you as he eats you out, but you’re too focused on the wonderful sensations he’s bringing you to reciprocate eye contact. 

He tries all kinds of things in the span of only a few minutes: licking, flicking, pulsing his tongue against you, and more. But there’s something off, something more that needs to happen. 

“Levi?” you call out.

He stops, “Yes?” 

“Can you try sucking, please?” 

“Sure. On this spot right here?” 

He licks your clit again, causing you to jolt.

“Yes.” 

He lowers back down. He uses one of his hands to pull up on the top of your slit. There, swipes his tongue up and down, back and forth, before closing his mouth around your clit. A loud, strangled moan escapes from your throat and stars prickle at the edges of your vision. 

Levi lets out an appreciative moan. The vibrations of his voice echo across your pelvic region, only adding to your arousal and impending climax, which isn’t far away. 

“You can put a finger in, ah, if you want, curl it up,” you breathe out. 

Levi does what he’s told, gathering some of your wetness on his finger before pushing it into you. It causes his head to spin. You feel so goddamn good around his finger, he can only imagine what you feel like around his cock. Your pussy clamps down and releases onto him over and over again. He curls his finger up and feels a sponge-like patch on the pad of his index finger. 

He can’t help but grind into the bed. He is so desperate for you that he finds it borderline pathetic. 

Less than ten seconds go by before he notices your legs start to shake and you’re covering up your face with a pillow to try to muffle yourself. 

He ceases his movements for a moment, “Are you close?” 

“Yeah, so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

He goes straight back to what he’s doing, not changing the pace or what he’s doing at all. It’s so overwhelming that you completely go silent and your legs tremble. Sweat begins to brew on your back. 

You’re so close, it’s almost painful. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” 

And then your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips spasm against his face, your legs tremble uncontrollably. Levi doesn’t stop and coaxes you through it. When you reach the peak, you instinctively push him away to avoid overstimulation and the pain that comes with it. He withdraws and sets his head against your inner high and traces random patterns against the flesh of your stomach as you find your bearings again. You can hear him chuckle a time or two. 

It takes a few minutes, but you finally intertwine your fingers with his and pull him up to kiss him. He tastes like you. God, it’s erotic. 

“You did good,” you say against his lips. 

“Thanks,” he chuckled, drawing back and hovering over you. “Do you still want to do this? We’ve done a lot.” 

“No, I want you to fuck me.” 

He smiles, “Good.” 

You reach down and grab him, lining him up to your entrance. You give him a nod to go ahead and push inward. He lowers his hips and begins to sink into you. Just getting the tip in makes you both gasp. Levi buries his face into your neck and you urge him to go in further by pressing your other hand down against his ass. Inch by inch, he buries himself deep inside of you. You hug around him so tightly, it feels like you are made just for him. A perfect mold.

Levi is awfully quiet when he bottoms out in you. You withdraw your hand and stroke his back.

You quietly ask, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, just… I need you to be quiet for a second,” he strains. “I don’t want to cum yet.” 

You just nod your head and close your eyes. Your arms wrap around his neck and kiss his cheek in an effort to ground him. Your hands find their way back into his hair.

After what feels like forever, his hips recede very slowly, sliding his dick out of you, then pushes them back into yours. Then he repeats, picking up the pace with each movement he does. Then he finds the perfect rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. It’s still passionate, but needy. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. 

His mouth goes to your ear, knowing that’s one of your erogenous zones. 

“You feel fucking divine,” he swears. “Shit. Oh.” 

His teeth lightly graze against your earlobe and you can hear him heavily breathing and even letting out a whimper at times. It is both a strange and wonderful thing to hear. 

But it isn’t long before he’s close. He tries to hold himself off, but it’s difficult given his lack of experience both with himself and with you. 

“I’m close,” he whispers. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“Your cock feels so good, make me yours. I love you, Levi.” 

And with that, he comes undone completely. His hips hardly stutter on yours as ropes of cum fill you up. It’s an odd sensation, but hot nonetheless. He eventually stops and collapses onto you, panting hard. Your legs lay flat on the bed as your hands run up his back, behind his neck, and back down as he comes down from his high. 

He leans up on his forearms, slides out of you, and kisses you softly and lazily, lethargic as ever. 

“I love you, too.” 

He buries his head back into the crook of your neck. You two bask silently in the morning sunlight together. A certain type of pure energy surrounds you both, a sense of afterglow. You two have never felt more content. 

Soon enough, quiet snores emit from Levi’s throat. You fight back a giggle and roll your eyes. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” you whisper into his ear, placing one last kiss on his flushed cheek.

[luveline]

“would you still love me if i was a worm” with miguel pleasee 💔

ty for requesting i missed him sm ♡ fem!reader

Miguel has a resting bitch face. He seems unhappy nearly every minute of every day, though that unhappiness wanes ever so slightly as you perch yourself on his leg. He has wide thighs and strong arms. You may as well have sat on the trunk of an oak tree. 

"Yeah?" he asks. 

"What do you mean, yeah?" 

"You're about to ask me for something." 

"And you're definitely gonna say yes?" 

Miguel's hand coasts warm and wide up the breadth of your back. "I usually do." 

He does. He's good like that —even if he hates what you're asking for, he gives it. Last weekend you baked a cake on Saturday and decorated it together on Sunday. Miguel didn't baulk, and he not so secretly loved his Kiss the chef apron. 

"It's not for something, but that's a good start," you say. You don't bat an eye as he pulls your legs over his other thigh, sitting you more comfortably across his lap. "It's more like a possibility. Of a future promise." 

"We're not getting married." 

"Don't be stupid. You have to get me pregnant first, keep it classy." He laughs, his thighs shaking underneath you. "I'm kidding, we could totally do it that way–" 

"Ask me about your possibility." 

You heave a sigh at being interrupted, leaning heavy into his arm. Your cheek resting on the muscle of his bicep, you look up into his face framed by dark hair and debate forgetting the question to will him into kissing you. If you flare your eyes just so, lip gently pouted, you could goad him into taking the lead as he tends to. 

"Ask me," he says, lifting his chin a touch. 

"It's an easy question, handsome, don't worry…" You brace yourself. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" 

"You are a worm." 

"Funny. I'm serious, Miguel."

He takes a breath. "Would I still love you if you turned into a worm, or if I met you as a worm? Those are different answers." 

"What? You're supposed to love me in both instances." 

"How would I fall in love with a worm?" 

"I did it," you tease, raising your head from his arm to speak against his neck. "I love you," you say into his skin, the vibrations of it tickling your lips. 

Miguel tips his head back to allow you better access, which is salacious enough to make you stop. This question is important. The curve of his neck and the lump of his Adam's apple are too distracting. 

He groans in frustration at your stopping and straightens up to meet your eyes. "I would still love you." His eyes narrow. "Why would you be a worm? Is there a worm-verse?" 

"Not to my knowledge. It's just for fun," you say, shrugging. 

"Well, yeah. I'd still love you. I'd turn you back into a person eventually. Any other hypotheticals to get out of the way? I'm busy." 

"Can I stay here while you work?" 

"Is that hypothetical?" he asks mildly, turning the chair you're in toward his monitor, an arm around your waist to seat belt you in. "Would you love me?" His voice is quieter now. "If I became a worm?" 

Your laugh is pure glee, "Are you kidding? I'd love you so much more if you were. I'd make you clothes, and a little mud house, and I'd feed you water from a little pipette like rain. You'd be the happiest worm ever." 

Miguel slides his thumb under your shirt. "Good to know," he says, kissing the back of your head lightly. 

[upsidedownwithsteve]

countryclub!Steve Harrington x fem!reader requested by anon 18+

Steve had dismissed the cabin crew an hour ago. 

The private jet was cruising smoothly over the North Atlantic, nothing but blue beneath you. You’d already been served dinner, a bottle of Chardonnay shared over the mahogany table and your feet curled up in the cream lounger. . You’d watched over the rim of your glass as Steve’s gaze got heavier, darker, eyes slipping from yours to watch the way your bare legs shifted against the silk of your skirt, the way you rubbed your thighs together. 

The privacy screen between the cabin and the cockpit was closed and Steve finally cracked when you tilted your head at him and smiled knowingly. He was still dressed from his meeting in Tuscany, cream slacks and white shirt unbuttoned down his chest. He appraised you, mouth parting, thumb toying with his bottom lip. 

“C’mere, honey.”

You did as he asked, albeit slowly, teasingly, like you weren’t aching to take what he was about to give you. So you drained the rest of the wine from your glass and made a show of stretching your arms over your head. A well practised dance, one you’d played before, even in the clouds. 

Steve smirked as he waited, shifting as he grew impatient, legs spread and the outline of his hard cock pressed against his trousers. He watched you, eyes dancing over your frame as you stood and walked to his chair. You could hear the low drone of the cockpit, the beeps from the radar, the buzz of the radio. You dropped yourself into Steve’s lap. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Steve cooed, gathering you closer to him. He smoothed a thumb over the apple of your cheek, dragged it over your bottom lip until it pulled and popped back into place. “Gonna let me fuck you, honey?”

You loved the way the question still made your stomach flip, as did his compliments, his soft touches. But you shook your head, playing coy but Steve caught on quickly when you moved to straddle him, already snapping the leather of his belt as you unbuckled it. 

A soft laugh, a breathy sound, came from the boy’s throat as he leaned in to chase you, kissing at your jaw and chin even as you tried to make him work for it. “Oh, I see how it is,” he pouted. “You gonna make me work for it?”

You nodded, glancing at the closed door to the cabin before you pulled Steve’s cock from his trousers, thick and hard and ready for you. His bravado slipped, eyes stuttering shut and jaw clenching as you pumped him with a warm palm you’d just licked. “You’re gonna fuck me, huh?”

You nodded again, grinning now and Steve knew the drill. He clenched his fists, cheeks already reddening as he rested his hands on the loungers arms. He could only watch, breathless as you rose to your knees and pulled the lace of your own underwear to the side before you sunk down onto him, inch by inch stretching you out. 

You gasped, whining when Steve groaned, watching in awe as his lashes fluttered and his head fell back, neck taught and exposed. You watched the way his throat bobbed and couldn’t help but laugh, just as breathless as your boyfriend had. 

“Nuhuh,” you whispered, delighting in playing Steve’s role in this familiar game. “You gotta watch me, handsome.”

Steve swore, head lifting lazily, pupils blown wide as he stared up at you from where you sat on his lap. His hands were gripping the armrests, knuckles white. “Look,” you cooed sweetly and you made a show of dragging the hem of your dress up, exposing the way your pussy was spread around him, shiny and wet in the sunlight that came in from the small window. “You’re supposed to tell me how good I am at takin’ you.”

Steve cursed again, a litany of whispers falling from his bitten lips and he looked too gone to really speak. But he whined, a scratchy sound that made you clench down on him as he gazed unashamed at the way you were taking every inch of him. 

“Am I not just so good at taking your cock, handsome?” You were pouting, voice dripping with sweetness, sticky and playful. You leaned in, tits pushed to Steve’s eyeline, your perfume and sunscreen skin invading his senses. He wanted to give in, he wanted to grab your hips and fuck up into you. “Don’t you wanna tell me how much of a good girl I am for you?”

But instead he just nodded, voice cracking when he squeezed his fists again and said: “you’re such a good girl, honey, fuck.”