#and why can't I just get over this? like I keep going in circles with it and it's so frustrating

[aervera]

Only Yours Today

synopsis. when nanami unexpectedly calls in sick just to spend the day with you contents. sfw, tooth-rotting fluff, nanami being a gentleman and a sweetheart. notes. i want a day-off from college. but i can't since last semester and everything is hectic

MASTERLIST

you wake to the smell of coffee and the sound of your favorite kettle whistling.

your first instinct is to panic—because nanami never leaves for work without waking you first. he’s religious about routine, almost obnoxiously so. 7:00 a.m. sharp, every weekday. a kiss on your forehead, a brush of his knuckles down your jaw, then the sound of the front door closing softly behind him.

except he’s… here?

you sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the sun is barely peeking through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in soft gold. there’s the familiar creak of floorboards, then the quiet click of your bedroom door opening.

nanami steps in with a tray balanced in one hand and that subtle smile that always manages to wreck you.

“good morning, y/n,” he says, voice warm, deep, and freshly brewed like the mug in his hand.

you blink at him, confused but already melting. “…are you working from home?”

he sets the tray on your lap—coffee, lightly sweetened just how you like it, and toast with the edges cut off.

“i called in sick,” he says casually, rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt. “so i’m all yours today.”

you stare at him.

then blink.

“wait, what?”

“i said—”

“you called in sick?”

he nods once, then takes off his glasses to wipe them with the edge of your blanket like he does when he’s pretending to be nonchalant.

“you never call in sick,” you say, still stunned. “you went to work the day you had the flu. you showed up to a meeting after a night mission with three broken ribs.”

“that was reckless,” he agrees simply.

“exactly—so why now?”

nanami finally meets your gaze, his expression gentling as he walks over to your side of the bed.

“because you looked tired last night,” he murmurs, “and i wanted to give you something soft to wake up to today. so… me.”

your breath catches.

because he says it without fanfare, without performance. just a truth he’s already accepted.

you shake your head slowly, dazed. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i’m aware,” he replies smoothly. “but you’re the one who keeps me.”

breakfast happens slowly, in the warmth of rumpled sheets and half-lidded smiles. nanami sips his coffee while reading the news off his phone, one hand casually resting on your thigh under the blanket like it belongs there. (it does.)

afterward, you get up to brush your teeth, but he follows you into the bathroom like a shadow. you arch a brow when he wordlessly picks up your toothbrush, dabs on paste, and hands it to you.

“you’re hovering,” you mumble, toothpaste foaming slightly.

“i’m staying,” he corrects. “different.”

you snort.

but you don’t ask him to leave.

by 10 a.m., the two of you are on the couch, feet tangled, a fuzzy blanket over both your legs. there’s an old documentary playing—nanami’s choice, something about 19th-century trade policies—and you’re pretending to watch, but you’re really just watching him.

his hand rests on your ankle, thumb lazily drawing circles.

there’s no urgency in his touch. no demand. just quiet affection, like he has nowhere else to be—and more importantly, no one else he’d rather be with.

you sigh, nuzzling your cheek against the pillow. “i still can’t believe you called in sick. they’ll riot at the office.”

“they’ll survive.”

“you’re the backbone of the entire team.”

“i am.” he glances over at you. “but you are the backbone of me. and i happen to think today, i need my spine more than they do.”

you blink slowly.

“you’re weirdly poetic when you’re not sleep-deprived.”

“i am always poetic. you just don’t listen before your morning coffee.”

you both laugh.

it’s light and easy, the kind of laughter that only happens when the rest of the world is far away.

around noon, you both go for a walk. nanami holds your hand like it’s a habit, not a choice—thumb brushing over your knuckles as he listens to you ramble about the weird dream you had last night (something about a baby panda that spoke fluent french and asked you for tax advice).

he listens, fully and attentively, nodding like it’s the most important topic in the world.

at one point, he pauses near a small corner café. “would you like to go in?”

you grin. “only if we sit by the window and pretend we’re strangers falling in love for the first time.”

he hums, amused. “you want a day off and a meet-cute?”

“i want it all.”

nanami chuckles. “you always have.”

and you always will—especially when he looks at you like this, like your world is the one he’s happiest orbiting.

you return home in the early afternoon with croissants and coffee and a single tiny flower he plucked from the hedge when he thought you weren’t looking.

you catch him slipping it into your cup holder and he just shrugs, all deadpan. “i didn’t have a vase.”

you press your face into his coat, laughing.

back inside, he rolls up his sleeves again—domestic deity style—and makes you both lunch. it’s something warm and simple, but he plates it like a michelin-star chef because that’s who he is: always composed, always precise, even in love.

“i’ve noticed,” he says quietly as you eat beside him at the dining table, “that when i’m home with you, i feel less like a man dragging his feet through obligation. and more like someone who’s… content.”

you tilt your head. “you’re never obligated to stay.”

he looks at you, serious. “no. but i want to. which is rarer.”

later, you nap in his lap.

he’s seated on the armchair, legs stretched out, a book in one hand and you curled against his chest like you were carved to fit there. his free hand strokes through your hair in slow, absent motions.

he doesn’t say a word.

but you feel it in every quiet sigh, in every slight shift of his fingers against your scalp.

he chose this day. he chose you.

you wake up just as the sun begins to dip behind the skyline, golden-orange light painting his features.

“hey,” you whisper, voice still hoarse with sleep. “still here?”

his hand rests on your back, palm warm and grounding. “always.”

as evening settles in, you both lie on the bed, tangled beneath soft sheets, your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady in your ear.

you whisper, “do you ever regret days like this?”

“never,” he says instantly.

“even when you’re falling behind on emails and half your company probably hates me right now?”

nanami shifts slightly so he can look at you fully. “no one hates you.”

“i might’ve stolen their favorite employee.”

“they’ll manage.” his thumb brushes your cheek. “you need to understand, y/n—i didn’t call in sick because i was burnt out. i called in because i wanted to be here. with you. no spreadsheets. no deadlines. just… this.”

you don’t respond with words.

instead, you tilt your chin up and press your lips to his—softly, slowly, the kind of kiss that speaks of deep affection, quiet promises, and something warm blooming in the silence between breaths.

he kisses you back just as gently.

no rush.

no need to ask for more.

this is enough.

by nightfall, you’re brushing your teeth side by side again, and nanami’s reflection catches yours in the mirror. he watches you like you’re the sunrise at midnight—like you’re something rare and real that he never wants to miss.

you spit out your toothpaste. “you’re staring.”

“i’m allowed.”

“because you’re sick?”

“because i’m in love.”

you freeze, toothbrush halfway to the sink.

then slowly, you glance at him. “you love me?”

nanami places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you gently toward him until you’re standing face-to-face.

“i think i’ve loved you since the first time you made fun of my tie pattern,” he says softly. “but yes—i do.”

your chest tightens in the best way.

you whisper, “i love you too.”

he leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “good. because i plan to call in sick a little more often.”

you grin. “scandalous.”

“i prefer the term intentional.”

that night, he holds you close beneath the blankets, one arm wrapped around your waist, his breath slow and even against your neck.

and just before you fall asleep, you hear him murmur:

“being yours is the only thing that ever made me feel like i wasn’t wasting time.”

you smile into the dark, your heart full.

because today, time didn’t feel wasted.

it felt like love.

[pinkaditty]

Jabberwock Hybrid Series: Jabberwock Hybrids x Reader; Tokyo Debunker

well. its finally done.

a/n: OKAY so if u have been keeping up with aya at all u would know that ive been periodically sending her nsfw blurbs regarding "Episode 12: The Cry of a Cat" and the Jabberwock ghouls as hybrids rather than just. dressed up yk? it started from this post and snowballed in2 me submitting asks detailing how each of the Jabberwock boys would respond 2 being in a "rut" (i use that term loosely) with a viable mate (you, the reader!) around. anyways. enjoy ur feverish, horny, desperate hybrid ghouls all in one post!

summary: haru is a bunny hybrid. towa is a deer hybrid. ren is a dog hybrid. how do these three act when they enter a "rut" with mc around?

cw: mc is a catgirl ik she's canonically a hamster but catgirl just fits the narrative please. anyways. humping, licking, marking, generally animalistic behavior reflected in humans (?), some stalking for towa, intense yearning in all three, and piv penetration in all three. never proofread, as usual. enjoy!

Part One: Haru Sagara

rabbit mating context note: okok now! admittedly, i use ruts pretty loosely. rabbits don't really have ruts, they're constantly ready to go. however, rabbits do most often mate during the warmer months, including spring and summer. peak breeding usually happens in april or may. whether or not rabbits breed is entirely dependent on the female. if she decides no, then it’s no! the male just has to try his luck elsewhere. males tend to bite the necks of females when mating, too. why do they do this? no idea. it’s so funny.

now, as far as behavior goes, male rabbits typically tend to sniff, lick, nuzzle, and circle their partner of interest. how, pray tell, would this reflect on haru?

well, let's start off by saying he knows it's weird. he knows it's strange. he can't really help it. he just gets... urges. first, it starts with him almost "patrolling" you. he'll find you playing with peekaboo or helping to feed the animals while ren's slacking off. it'll start subtle. he comes up close to you and starts a conversation, playing off his movements as him being more hyper than usual. which, technically isn't wrong. but eventually, you notice a pattern. he's walking around you in circles. not totally unusual, but still odd. when you bring it up to him, he sort of startles, not even realizing he'd been doing that. he shakes his head and apologizes, but still ends up doing it if he finds you again. he doesn't realize that he's succumbing to the urges just yet.

other times, the second he sees you, and catches a whiff of your pheromones even from afar, he finds himself following your scent straight to you. it's like a switch goes off, and the timer starts. he falls into a trance, his eyes glazing over simply from how sweet you smell. something about it just makes him salivate. you can tell he's not really himself when he approaches, blinded by something as he immediately leans into you, inhaling deeply and burying his nose into the crook of your neck. his nose twitches and he groans, pleased at the full force of such sweet hormones. his nose twitches like a rabbit's does, and he moves up your neck, his lips and nose occasionally touching your neck. you don't stop him, if anything finding this quite amusing. he also unintentionally circles you while he does this, too, shifting from one side of your neck to the other, from your backside to your front, just sniffing at your neck. to snap him out of it, you gently remind him that you have chores to do. it's only when you say his name that he snaps back to reality, the timer comes to a screeching halt, and he realizes what he's doing. he apologizes profusely, thoroughly mortified at his own behavior, but even as he's walking away, he can't shake the lingering arousal and heat creeping up his spine and pooling in his lower abdomen.

then the dreams start. they're sex dreams, to which he is no stranger, but the odd ones about these were that they were about you. his cock presses eagerly against his boxers as he recalls the dream: simply breeding you until neither of you could stand any longer. his bunny ears twitch, and he can hear you sleeping some distance away, after you'd decided to stay and help with the mission. the quiet sounds of your breathing have the opposite effect of calming him down. he begins to wonder what position you're sleeping in, if you're curled up in a ball or loafed like a cat, your hips raised in the air like they were in his dream. for the rest of his nights, all he can think about - after he inevitably wakes up from yet another sex dream, of course - is how pretty your moans must be compared to the soft sounds of your breathing, how cute you would be if you mated with him like in his dream, how pretty your pussy would be, fluttering around his cock and leaking out his cum. he's unable to get much sleep, becoming restless.

after the simple sniffing, haru finds himself getting bolder without realizing it. the sweet scent of your pheromones catch him once again, and he makes a hasty beeline for you. now, he even goes as far as to nuzzle you, rubbing his cheek against yours in a show of affection. you don't think much of it, but you don't realize he's quite out of it when he does that, dizzy from the scent of your pheromones and his timer slowly ticking down, down, down. at least,you don't realize it until he starts licking you. they're small, almost kitten-like licks. using just the tip of his tongue, he'll give you short licks on the back of your neck, behind your ears, on your chin, just above your collarbone, and on the back of your hand if he can't get close enough. when he first does it, you jump, not expecting to feel something warm and wet on the back of your neck. you can immediately tell it's haru from the cute sounds of his sniffing and twitching bunny ears flopping over your shoulder. you jumping in surprise isn't enough to stop him. he continues licking you and sniffing at your neck. his eyes appear glazed over once again, and despite his sniffing, you hear him breathing heavily. his hands start to twitch, wanting to hold you, and his body shivers, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward and grind against you. once again, all it takes to get him to snap back to reality is calling his name. granted, it takes a few tries this time. he's almost too far gone, drowning in lust and the delicious, sweet smell of your pheromones. when he does snap out of it, he's mortified, unable to believe he let himself go this far. once again, the timer comes to a halt and his eyes regain their sharpness. he’s getting closer and closer to his timed explosion.

despite himself, these things keep happening. he keeps following your scent, keeps burying his nose in your neck, keeps licking behind your ear, keeps dreaming of thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting… he feels warm all the time now, a seemingly permanent blush on his face and neck. he can hardly eat, sleep, or work, too focused on the prospect of an eligible mate and his urgent need to breed. he wonders how animals manage to function like this - walking around with such intense desires coursing through them all the time. he’s never felt such intense desire, never smelled such sweet smells, sever felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped. it all comes to a head one day when he finds you again, alone, after putting Peekaboo down for his afternoon nap. his ears perk up at the sight of you and his tail twitches upwards, a sign of the immediate arousal he feels in your presence. he bounds over to you to greet you, immediately becoming intoxicated on your potent pheromones yet again. the switch flips and the timer continues. he nuzzles into your neck again, rubbing his cheek along your skin and inhaling your scent. he listens to you as you ramble about putting the animals to bed, only partially listening as his hands slide to your waist, his fingers twitching defiantly as he resists the urge to grab your ass. it is when you refer to yourself as “mama” in reference to Peekaboo that something clicks. (shamelessly using this idea from ghost anon, 100% haru’s trigger word is “mama”) his mouth goes dry. he blinks a few times, the lustful haze growing stronger. your scent so close to his nose not helping him at all. the timer goes off. he explodes.

he wrestles you down into the grass, pressing himself against your backside. he shifts so he’s kneeling over you, his arms wrapped around your midsection, his hips pressed flush against yours. he’s so far gone that he starts humping you immediately, not even bothering to maneuver his clothes out of the way before seeking friction. his lips press into the back of your neck, little whimpers and whines spilling from him. of course, you don’t reject him, and it takes a bit of maneuvering because haru simply refuses to stop humping you, but eventually, he’s sinking his cock into your warm depths, and sinking his teeth into the back of your neck. he doesn’t bother going slow, quickly pumping his cock in and out of your hole, moaning through his teeth. he can’t even think straight, all of his focus on keeping up his fast pace, lost in the feeling of your walls sliding against his hard cock. when he gets close, he pushes your knees apart with his own, pressing himself against you even deeper. his moans sound desperate and whiny, and you can feel him shivering as he nears his climax. he releases your neck and moves his lips to your ears, quietly begging you to please let him cum inside, please let him breed you, please let him make you a mama…

and this is only the first of many, many times that he will breed you for the remainder of that mission.

Part Two: Towa Otonashi

now DEER have ruts. real, genuine ruts. there are stages to a deer rut: pre-rut, seek, chase, tend/lockdown, and post-rut, which can occasionally lead into a second pre-rut, beginning the process again. towa is also aware his urges are strange, but he's far less inclined to stop himself. he knows he likes you anyway, so why hold back?

during pre-rut, deer are mostly marking territory, fighting, and exercising. we can assume towa is probably doing much the same; scraping his antlers against trees, expressing hostility towards any kind of trespassers on any place he's marked, and doing lots of running. he's not quite so needy for you now, but he will be eventually. if anything, you're just thankful you can have a slightly normal conversation with him.

in the seek stage, bucks “seek" does. this means they leave their territory and go out and about, looking for potential mates and marking where they are. towa, of course, follows his instincts. he wanders until he finds you, crouching in the grass and staring at a particularly pretty flower. you were always easy to find. at this stage, towa sort of stalks you. he takes note of the places you frequent and marks them accordingly, probably by rubbing his antlers on a nearby tree or wall. for a long while, you will constantly feel a pair of eyes on you, but it’ll be hard to pinpoint where the feeling is coming from. he never watches you from close distances where he could be spotted, as that would ruin his plans…! but, at all times, he's never too far away… he doesn't mind if he's caught by the other guys, he just doesn't want to scare you off.

finally, the “chase" stage is when things get really interesting. this is typically the stage where a sort of “cat and mouse” game begins, and towa is certainly pulling the strings and controlling the chase. like i said in the other ask, he’ll run at you and pounce, but let you go as he so pleases. towa is far less cautious now, and will openly chase you. quite literally, he will chase you. he evolves from simply watching to the shadows to tracking you down, following your scent, and chasing you when he finds you. he is much faster than you, so you have very little hopes of getting away. once he catches you, he’s not letting you get away until he’s satisfied. and, since he’s stronger than you, you’ll have a hard time wriggling free of his grasp. his arms are wrapped tight around your midsection, hugging you close to him. struggle too much and he’ll pull you down into the grass with him, tangling his legs with yours to keep you still. for however long he wants you, you’re trapped. during this time, he’ll perform various acts of courting or intimacy. he’ll nuzzle his face into your neck or against yours a lot, he’ll tap your noses together, he’ll let his hands roam across your body and slip under your shirt if he’s daring enough, and if he’s horny enough, he’ll hump you. and if he humps you, you can expect to hear breathy moans in you ear, him calling you his dandelion, telling you how he’s eagerly awaiting the chance to breed you. and if you ask why doesn’t he do it now, he’ll bat his eyelashes at you and playfully plead with you to let him do it, thrusting his hips into you harder than before. once he’s done humping you, of course, he lets you go, and watches you scurry away, smirking, his dick straining against his pants already at the thought of catching you in his arms yet again.

finally, you’ve reached the tend/lockdown stage. this stage is where the breeding actually happens. and, it’s called lockdown for a reason. for about a week, you cannot escape towa. what he’ll do is he’ll lure you to where he is somehow, draw you out of your typical favored places and lead you somewhere shielded from sunlight and prying eyes. of course, you know what you’re getting into. and towa knows you know, which is why he’s shameless about luring you. he won’t have any real excuse, he’ll just want you to follow him. he won’t communicate via words, just humming and exclamations for now. it’s when he finally has you deep in the trees that he pounces for the final time, rolling with you on the forest floor, trapping you underneath him. he’ll coo at you, still shameless, saying “Oh, don’t look so surprised, dandelion! You knew this would happen eventually.” in a way, it’s what you get for taunting him and playing along. surprisingly, he takes his time with the actual breeding. first, he just wants to enjoy that he finally has you in his grasp and doesn’t have to let you go this time. his fingers gently grab and trace your body, trying to commit every curve and angle to memory. shortly after follow his lips, tracing all your bare skin before marking you anywhere he can with his teeth, ensuring it’s well known that you’ve already been claimed. when he’s finally done inhaling your scent and tracing your body, he starts teasing you through your clothes. his fingers gently brush over the swell of your breast, playfully circling your nipple before squeezing it once. he’ll let his fingers travel lower, too; softly trailing over your inner thigh, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing against your pussy through your pants. if you try and touch him in return, he’ll be receptive to it, but be warned: you’re speeding up the process. feeling your hand move along his straining cock will remind him of how it’s practically begging to be buried inside your depths. and, a few moments of impatient maneuvering later, he will be, buried to the hilt, inside your depths. it’s all he’s every imagined and more, the delicious feeling of your walls squeezing around him, the warmth, the slick witness; and he decides it's the perfect place to bury his seed. technically there’s no point in trapping you now, as you’re willingly taking his cock to the brim, but that doesn’t stop him from clinging to you anyway. towa’s pace varies, but for this first time breeding you, he’s going fast, grinning widely as he moans into your ear, reminding you of how long he’d waited, telling you about how much he’d craved you, and warning you of the breeding you’ll have to endure in the coming days. his thrusts progressively get more erratic and his eyes start to lose focus. before he knows it, he’s mumbling in your ear about how excited he is to breed you, at last. to spill his seed inside you and claim you. his moans begin to devolve into whines and whimpers, and he clings to you tighter and tighter, feeling his orgasm rapidly approach, until finally, his erratic movements become hard, deep thrusts. you feel his tip twitching and prodding at the deepest parts of you, as though gently convincing your body to accept his load. you feel his cum coating your insides, his hips pressing hard against yours before retracting and thrusting forward again, pushing his cum deeper into you. he moans with relief, finally having bred you.

of course, this is doomed to continue for the rest of the tend/lockdown phase. towa doesn’t let you leave his side, if he even lets you leave the area where he bred you at all. and he breeds you repeatedly; that first day was just the first of one whole week of breeding. sometimes he goes at a slower pace, sometimes its hurried and rushed, sometimes its even casual, but he keeps doing it. he makes sure you’re thoroughly bred, at least until his rut is over.

when post-rut rolls around, towa finally wakes up from his feverish breeding stupor. he finally lets you leave the area where he bred you and generally returns to his usual habits. he apologizes to you for treating you so rough with a smile on his face, and in the same breath mentions how he can’t wait to do it again.

Part Three: Ren Shiranami

as i said i used the term “ruts” loosely so. unfortunately for all of us. dogs do not have ruts. rather its the female dogs who have heat cycles and dictate when breeding happens. therefore no rut for ren. he gets to suffer and be horny all year.

now. finally. dogboy ren. when male dogs are seeking out potential mates, their behavior includes increased aggression, whining, difficulty sleeping, lack of appetite, pacing, mounting, and clinginess. these behaviors are typically activated by another dog going in2 heat, but 4 the sake of ease, we’re just going 2 act like he’s just horny bc of mc lol

knowing ren, he probably wouldn’t even notice he’s gotten more aggressive or whiny because he’s. generally just like that. he’d find things to whine about and make it everybody’s problem. he’d become more aggressive and would probably have trouble tending to the animals or doing his chores when every little thing pisses him off. and he can’t explain why but for whatever reason being around you just gets him agitated. he feels the weird urge to follow you around, but once he so much as takes a step in your direction, common sense kicks in and he recoils, adding distance between the two of you. he probably doesn’t pay it much mind and just. considers it bothersome. he moves on quickly. the pressure starts, but its slight. he won’t feel it yet.

then he starts losing sleep and his appetite. this is when he begins to notice. when his usual salty snacks just aren’t doing the trick anymore and he doesn’t feel like filling himself up on gamer fuel and microwaveable ramen, it becomes a problem. he has half a mind to force the snacks down so he can at least have a full stomach, but he just can’t. he’s not hungry. he’s hungry. and suddenly he’s laying awake at night, frustrated, bags under his eyes, wondering why the hell he can’t just fall asleep already? it’s crazy considering how tired he is anyway! why can’t he just fall asleep? he tosses, he turns, he practically fights with his sheets until his exhaustion takes him on its own. not that he’s pleased, because when he wakes up, it hardly feels like he’s slept at all. it feels like an odd weight is on his shoulders.

at the same time, he’s noticing he’s significantly more drawn to you than he ever was before. ren has seen many a catgirl. they’re all over the promo material for his favorite mobile games and among his favorite tropes in less-than-appropriate media. at first, he thought it was sort of cute at best, but what kind of loser would perv on his own senpai? not him. and he’s totally NOT perving on his senpai by continuously glancing in her direction and walking past her more often to catch a whiff of her pheromones and humping his pillow while thinking about her at night. all of that has got to be normal and explainable, somehow. what’s worse is that his body now actively reacts to you when you’re around. the second you come into view or he smells that familiar sweet scent, his tail starts wagging. its annoying. it only worsens his agitation. and despite all of that, if you leave his general vicinity, he still wants to follow you around. what’s wrong with him?

the pressure only seems to grow as he realizes his behavior is getting weirder and he’s progressively becoming more focused on you. he’s still not eating right. he can hardly get a good night’s rest. he’s still snappy and aggressive and whining about any sort of chore. what’s worse is now he’s pacing if he finds himself standing still for too long, and mounting random inanimate objects like his bed, his chair, his pillows, and his bag the second you cross his mind. when you’re not around, he gets antsy and restless, pacing in circles so much he’s run the grass near the duck pen into more of a dirt pile than anything. this being said, you probably shouldn’t go near him to calm him down… he might just end up trying to mount you! he won’t even realize he’s doing it, but in seconds he’s behind you and pushing his nose into your neck and grabbing your shoulders to keep you still, his rapidly hardening length inching closer to your backside… until he suddenly snaps out of it, jumping twelve feet in the air with horror at his own actions, stammering out some sort of blame or excuse and stalking away. his tail is wagging as he does.

he’s so hungry. but he’s not going to admit what for. the salty snacks will have to do, the fleshlight he snuck out with him on this mission will have to do, the bare minimum rest and bags under his eyes will have to do, his brief respite in the sweet allure of your pheromones will have to do! it will all have to do! he refuses to let these urges get the best of him. he’s better than that. he’s not perverted. he’s not deranged. he can keep a clear, cool head while dealing with whatever this was. but he’s still really hungry. and he can’t believe he’s losing sleep over his senpai as a catgirl. maybe he really was just a lost cause. he might just go pop!

you don’t even realize what you do to him, just by being there, releasing sweet smelling pheromones all over the place. have you no shame??? couldn’t you let him rest??? you were like a vice on his heart and mind, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing… applying pressure, pressure, and more pressure. he wonders why he’s the one who has to suffer and deal with this. why couldn’t it be you wrecked with lust over him, huh? he would love to just suck it up an act like he doesn’t care, but that’s hardly possible. and it’s your fault.

it comes to a head when he feels like he’s gonna blow soon with all this stress. he hasn’t been eating right, sleeping right, or acting right either. he’s still humping his pillows every night and still pacing the length of the duck pen and still getting irritated over every last thing. so when you go “nyan!” at him, he thinks he’s hallucinating.

of course, you claim to be impersonating his favorite character from that game he likes. apparently you recently came to the epiphany that, with cat ears, you kinda resembled her. ren can’t be bothered to listen too closely or think straight. his dick’s already straining against his pants and his jaw is hanging slack. without thinking about it, he demands asks you to do it again. and once you do it again, he finally feels himself blow.

he’s panting like a dog, feeling his body grow warm. his hybrid brain clouded with lust interprets this as an invitation, and no matter how hard he tries to fight against it for the sake of his own decorum, he’s too hungry to care, too sleep deprived to care, and too agitated to care. he’s on you in moments, his tail wagging as he tumbles into the grass with you. it takes some maneuvering, but eventually, he’s got you on all fours under him, and he’s rubbing his crotch all over your hips and panting in your ear. it takes him a while to notice, but eventually he figures out that you’re laughing at him. your suppressed giggles didn’t hide the shaking of your body, and your eyes lit up with mirth only gave you away. he can’t help but scoff. yea, laugh it up - he’ll make sure those giggles turn into groans!

and you do groan, some, but not nearly as much as him. he groans just from pawing at your breasts, reaching around you to grab a handful and letting that be the most effort he does with his hands until he has to maneuver actual penetration. for now, he’s happy nuzzling your neck, licking and biting and sucking and groaning at the taste of your skin under his. his hips are pistoning back and forth into you, not that you can feel much due to his careless aim besides his desperate need to go so much further than just dry humping.

once he finally feels ready enough, he reluctantly removes his hands from your tits and instead struggles with his and your clothes until there’s just barely enough out of the way. he doesn’t wait. seeing the way your tail swishes to the side to reveal your pretty pussy is enough to send him over the edge, anyway. he wraps his arms around you and presses his fingers into your chest again, groaning as his fingers sink into the plush skin of your breasts and as his cock sinks into the wet heat of your core. his tail’s wagging again.

he’s not much for words during sex - he doesn’t say much, but you do hear a lot of grunting, groaning, and growling when his lips aren’t sealed to your neck in a bite or a kiss. he can’t keep up a good pace, and he doesn’t try. he’s just desperate to feel it, to get to the ending and feel his release coursing from him and into you. he’s being consumed with the need to breed, and while he normally would have several complaints about that, his hybrid brain can’t think straight or rationally when buried this deep in a catgirl’s pussy. so he keeps going, keeps thrusting forward and chasing his own pleasure and sucking and licking and biting at your neck until finally his eyes roll into his skull and his pace gets worse, unable to keep any rhythm this close to release. his grunts and growls turn into pathetic whines, and he buries his nose into the back of your neck, tightening his grip on you as he inches closer to his climax, until... finally, he stills against you, pressing himself as deep and as rough into you as he possibly can, his tongue lolling out onto your neck. he feels his release wrack his body, just as yours wracks your own. his cum comes out in thick spurts, heavy like his breathing on your ear. he rolls his hips into your a few more times, ensuring he’s gone as deep as he possibly can, before he collapses over you, pressing your both back into the grass.

he won’t be pulling out anytime soon.

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[babyhatesreality]

Suffering For My Art

Pairing: Daddy Stucky X little!F!reader

A/N- I've been making Bucky grumpy lately. Now it's Steve's turn. :D Also let's raise a glass to hyper fixations.

Warnings: Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, baby is super hyper, loving banter and PDA between daddy and papa, baby being a lovable menace without realizing it, hyper fixation, grumpy papa, scolding, time outs, daddy's turn to laugh here.

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"Alright Munchkin. I have an idea," Papa said to you as he handed you the last dish from breakfast to put into the dishwasher.

"I LOVE IDEAS!" you screeched joyfully, tossing your hands up in the air, and the plate along with it, in your exuberance. Without missing a beat, Bucky, who was standing behind you the entire time, snatched it out of the air before it even started to fall. Bucky chuckled softly to himself as you bunny hopped towards Steve, all thoughts of dishes completely gone.

Steve sighed as he smiled. "Puppy, what have I told you about throwing dishes?" he gently scolded.

You looked bewildered. "I didnn' throw a dish, Papa, see..." then looked at your hands, completely mystified. "It was here a minute ago."

"Yeah, and Daddy caught it when you accidentally threw it."

"Oh. Oops. Tank you, Daddy. Sorry, Papa. Didnn' mean to!"

Steve shook his head, laughing a bit. "I know you didn't pup, just be more careful." He went back to the original subject before you could answer. "How about we go to the Met today?"

"Whatsa Met?"

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's a-"

"A MUSEUM!! YES YES YES YES YES!!" you yelled joyfully, jumping in a circle. "WE NOT BEEN DERE BEFORE!!! LET'S GOOOOO!!!!"

"Hold on there, baby, take it down a few decibels."

"BUT IT A MUSEUM!!! I EXCITED!!!!"

"And we don't yell in museums, do we?"

You stopped jumping and looked at Steve with wide eyes. "No, that's why I gotta get the yelling out NOW, Papa," you explained patiently, before twisting around and bunny hopping down the hallway. "JELLYBEAN!!! WE GOING TO NEW MUSEUM!!!! AND WE CAN'T THROW DISHES DERE!" you hollered to your stuffed bunny as you entered your room.

"Do you think she's excited? I can't really tell," Bucky asked Steve, deadpanned. Steve grinned.

"Yeah, I could tell she had a ton of extra energy today, so if we have something new to show her every few seconds, that'll keep her happy."

"Yeah but...you really think this is a good idea?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"You really wanna take her somewhere new when she's this wound up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean she's going to come back from this with a new hyper fixation," Bucky predicted, his eyebrows raised.

Steve snorted. "Really?" he said. "You think she's gonna go crazy over something at the Met? Do you have any idea how much stuff is there? She won't be able to focus long enough to get obsessed by just one thing."

Bucky shrugged. "With as hyper as she already is today, I would be surprised if she didn't."

Steve laughed in disbelief. "You're not serious," he cajoled his husband. "She just forgot she was holding a plate because she's so excited. There's no way she'll fixate on anything today."

"Well, I could say you're right, but then I'd be wrong, so....."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

Bucky's eyes glinted with mischief. "Don't think I won't enjoying rubbing THAT declaration in your face in the future, Captain."

"Admit it. You're just jealous that I came up with today's great idea," Steve teased, wrapping his arms around his beloved and giving his butt a playful squeeze. Bucky's subsequent grunt of appreciation just made Steve laugh harder.

********Later That Day**********

"DAT WAS DA BEST!!!" you hollered the second you were out of the huge stone doorway and into the open air. Several pigeons on the pavement below took off in alarmed flight at the noise. Bucky snorted a laugh, holding tight to one of your hands to keep you from accidentally flinging yourself down the stone steps as you danced and twisted joyfully, swinging Jellybean around with glee. "Der was da big stained glass window and da big picture of the boat with da guys and da OTHER picture of da boat with da other guys and all the big statues and da chairs from the old days and...."

The entire way back to the tower you kept up the running commentary, talking about all the things you had looked at, then going back and describing your favorite ones in detail. You'd all had lunch at one of the cafes at the museum, and kept right on going, missing nap time entirely. Steve had secretly hoped that the adventure would tire you out a bit, and if not that, at least the walk home. But if anything, it seemed to energize you.

Once you all got home and they got your shoes off, you finally took a breath and Steve managed to jump in, saying he was going to start dinner.

"Did you want to help, sweetheart?" he asked you. You shook your head wildly from side to side.

"No Papa, I can't, I gotta go be a artist so I can be in the Met!!" you proclaimed. "C'mon Jellybean, let's go!" And without another word, you took off.

"Artists don't run!" Steve called out after you.

"Oh, okay!" you said, screeching to a stop and walking quickly instead. "Artist is not running anymore, Papa!" you hollered as you rounded the corner into your playroom.

"I can't believe that worked," Bucky said, grinning at Steve, who shrugged playfully back.

"Maybe I know a thing or two about what she's gonna do, eh Barnes?" Steve teased, playfully arching his head back towards Bucky as he sauntered off towards the kitchen. "What was that you said earlier today....something about rubbing something that YOU were wrong about in my face....?"

Bucky rolled his eyes, but trotted after his husband. "Really? After what she just did, you really think she didn't catch a hyper fixation today?"

Steve stopped and turned to Bucky, looking at him like he was crazy. "What? What do you mean?"

"She just declared that she was an artist," Bucky said, tilting his head at Steve, who stared blankly back. When he didn't respond, Bucky sighed. "She's going to want to do NOTHING but create art for god knows how long now."

"You're nuts."

"I think you mean to say I'm right."

"Buck, she's just excited from today. It'll wear off the second something else catches her attention."

"Gonna be eating those words, Rogers."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Speaking of eating, come give me a hand," Steve said, turning his back towards his husband. A detached metal arm suddenly thunked down on the kitchen island in front of him. Steve rolled his eyes. "Hysterical."

*****Almost an hour later*****

Steve wandered over to your playroom. "Alright Angel, time for-" He abruptly cut off when he got a good look at you. You were covered in your finger-painting paint, head to toe. There were purple smears on your face, red spikes in your hair, blue streaks down your arms, green globs on your shirt- it was endless. It looked like you'd lost a fight with a Crayola factory.

"Look, Papa!" you said proudly. "Is a painting selfie! I did it!"

Steve, who had just remembered how to blink at this point, cleared his throat and swallowed. "You made a self portrait?" was all he could think of to say.

"Yeah! A painting selfie!" You held up a giant piece of your artist's easel paper. "See? I put on da paint and I smushed my face and body onto da paper!"

Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, you sure did." He closed his eyes and sighed quietly, then bowed to the inevitable. "Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you keep dinner warm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just-" And because super soldier, Bucky was standing at the door in 1.7 seconds. Steve watched as his husband's eyes went wide as an owl's, and then watched the smug grin slowly spread across his face.

"Wow, Trouble, you look like a rainbow with the stomach flu."

"Is dat good?"

"In this case- oh yes."

"Den thank you! Do you like my painting selfie?"

"Love it." Bucky turned to Steve who was scowling at him. "Did you want me to say it now, or wait for the next work of art?"

"This is not a hyper fixation, Bucky," Steve said sanctimoniously as he picked you up, holding you a little bit away from himself to try to minimize further damage. "And besides, this will all wash out. That's why we got this kind of paint, remember?"

"Yup," Bucky said, grinning.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just keep dinner warm while I give her a bath, okay?"

"Don't need dinner, Papa!" you declared as Steve walked towards your bathroom. "I a STARVING artist. No dinner."

"Yes dinner. After bath," Steve declared sternly, marching you to the tub over Bucky's hooting laugh.

*******The Next Morning********

Steve had given you no option last night as to your bed or their bed- you were sleeping with them so you didn't try anything else artistic in the middle of the night. NOT because Bucky was right- more of....an insurance policy. You didn't mind at all- you preferred sleeping in their bed anyway. The next morning, Bucky helped you brush your teeth while Steve surveyed the war zone that was your playroom. Even though the paint was water soluble and had come up easily last night, he didn't want to try to tackle the rest of the art supplies, or put you back into the frey lest you be inspired to a new creation.

"Katie-Cat, how about you play out in the living room today?" he asked as nonchalantly as he could. Didn't stop that damn smug grin from spreading across Bucky's face though. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes and stayed focused on you.

You wrinkled your nose unhappily. "But I wann'd to make more art today, Papa," you said, a touch of pleading in your tone.

"You can make art out here, okay? How about I give you some paper and one of my drawing pencils, and we can draw together?"

"OKAY!!" Steve returned Bucky's smug smile triumphantly, and ignored the slight feeling of panic when Bucky's grin widened before he sauntered off to the office.

Steve gathered the supplies, and the two of you spent a lovely hour sketching together in the living room. Once he saw that you were completely absorbed in your current masterpiece, he gave you a little kiss on the top of the head. "I'm going to go work in the office for a little bit, Baby. You wanna come?"

You looked up as if you had forgotten Steve was even there. The sweet smile that broke across your face melted Steve's heart and settled his nerves. "No tank you Papa, I stay here. Is okay?" you asked with wide, eager eyes. "Got really good light," you said, trying to sound official. Steve grinned and ruffled your hair a bit.

"Okay, princess, that's fine. Come get me or Daddy if you need anything." You were already back into your own little pencil and paper world, so he chuckled and went into the office. He couldn't wait to see the look on Bucky's face. Ah, sweet triumph.

Bucky was staring at his computer when Steve entered the room. His blue eyes swung up to his husband's smirking face, then to Steve's side where it was obvious he was noting that you were not in tow. Bucky looked Steve right in the eye, and gave the most annoying eyebrow lift as if to say "your funeral". Steve scowled and went to his desk.

About fifteen minutes later, Bucky sniffed loudly. Steve ignored it, not ready to give in until Bucky admitted that he was wrong. After the fifth and most exaggerated sniff, Steve finally looked up, smirking. "Need a tissue there, Buck?" he teased.

Bucky shrugged a bit. "Nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "Just....smells like...mint. Have you noticed?" Bucky watched with glee as the smirk on Steve's face turned to horror, and chuckled as Steve tore out of the room.

"Look, Papa!" you declared happily as Steve rushed into his and Bucky's bathroom. "I made more art!" The swirls of the blue mint toothpaste on the giant bathroom mirror were reminiscent of Starry Night- if had been sponsored by Crest. If it hadn't been so naughty, it honestly would have been impressive. You smiled proudly at your creation. "I finished the pencils and den I needed a new art project. Is sooooooo pretty!"

It was baffling how quickly Papa wiped the excess toothpaste from your hands and then plunked you into Time Out.

Bucky casually strolled past the living room, silently chuckling at your huffing little self in the Time Out corner, then chuckling outright as he leaned against the doorway, watching Steve clean up the mirror which was now guaranteed to be free of plaque. When he turned to Bucky with a scowl, Bucky just shrugged with that self-assured smirk on his face. "I didn't say anything."

After Time Out was over and Steve had reminded you that only art supplies should be used to make art, he made sure to keep a firm grip on you as he brought you into the office. Bucky didn't even look up as he grinned gleefully. "Ah, there's our little artist. You feeling good and cavity free, Trouble?" he said in a jaunty voice.

"Yeah! Minty fresh!" you replied with a giggle, before you caught Papa's eye. You quickly adopted a serious face. "But we don't play wif da toothpaste like dat. Is naughty. Okay?" Your eyes shifted quickly back to Papa to make sure you'd gotten it right. He nodded proudly, if somewhat resignedly. Bucky just chuckled under his breath.

Steve sat down, keeping you on his lap. Of course you started to squirm the second there was stillness. "Katie-Cat," Steve said in a patient but serious tone. "You can color or draw here at the desk, but you're sitting with me. Understood?"

"But I want to paint the floor." Cue snort from Bucky.

"Absolutely not."

"What about the top of your desk?"

"To draw on?"

"No, to paint. Like my selfie picture!"

"No. Crayons or pencils only."

"Paint da walls?"

"No."

"Paint you a new shirt."

"No."

"Paint da ceiling!"

"No. Crayons or pencils ONLY."

"UGH. I am SUFFERING for my art," you declared dramatically as you slumped against Steve's chest. Bucky didn't even try to keep it in. He burst out laughing, wiping his eyes in mirth. Seeing that Daddy at least appreciated your struggle, you sat up happily and finally accepted the crayons that Papa put in front of you. You concentrated on making the most complex picture you could, adding layers on layers of waxy color, while Steve kept one arm around your waist and typed with one hand. After a while, you wiggled a bit to get his attention. "Gotta go potty, please?"

"Go and then come RIGHT BACK," Steve said firmly, setting you on your feet and looking you right in the eye. You nodded seriously back.

"Okay, Papa, I go and come right back," you said innocently. Steve's eyes briefly narrowed, but he let you go. And you did as you were told- he listened to your footsteps carefully. You went right to the bathroom in your room and came right back. Steve did a quick visual sweep- you didn't bring any new art supplies in with you or have anything tucked under your shirt so he wouldn't see, so he thought all was safe.

"Did you wash your hands?" he asked as you clambered back onto his lap.

"Yup!" you declared happily. "See? Smells like ocean!" You thrust your washed hands under his nose- you loved using the soap with the pictures of the fishes and coral reefs on it. Steve inhaled, then quickly kissed your fingers as you giggled delightedly. You resumed your coloring with determination.

Just as you were about done, you leaned back. "Papa?"

"Yes, lovebug?"

"Still can't paint your desk?"

"Still can't paint my desk."

"But it is BORING. Needs....magic!" And from out of your pocket came a handful of purple glitter that you tossed in the air, baptizing you both with sparkles. You giggled and clapped your hands delightedly as Steve spit glitter from his mouth.

This time it was almost insulting how fast you found yourself back in Time Out, albeit in the office.

Once Bucky had picked himself up off the floor from laughing that hard, Steve relented. "You win. You were right," he grumbled. That set Bucky off all over again.

At least Bucky helped him clean up the glitter once he stopped laughing. It didn't quite take away the annoyance of Tony calling him "Tinker Bell" for the next three days, though.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

when I want to write something self indulgent to give me all the angsty and cuddly hurt/comfort feels but I can't because I end up feeling guilty because I'm seeking after feels that I feel in an inappropriate place because my mom told me one time when I was 15 that I shouldn't search that out or it's probably sexual sin but it confuses me because ALL the feels happen that way for me even if it's entirely platonic and nonsexual and so I don't know if it's okay to want to write to that because apparently all pleasure of any sort, even over platonic stories, is sexual or comes with a possibly probably sexual feeling and I also am having a hard time figuring out what's genuine conviction from God and what's just my anxiety/OCD/perfectionism/fear of failure

[sjyuns]

NONSTOP — SIM JAEYUN

loser nerd!jake x fem!reader established relationship in which your virgin geek of a boyfriend has sex for the first time and you can't keep up with his extremely high sex drive mikaela's based on out of my league jake and his need to explore the atoms of your body. | collection MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

this work contains: virgin!jake but he doesn't act like a virgin, p in v, creampie, munch!jake, oral sex (f receiving), jake is a nerd w a monster cock, dirty talk (just blabbering), boob fixation, nipple play, jake wants to research about your pussy smth like that...

loser nerd!jake who loses his virginity to you and becomes obsessed with the feeling of you wrapped around him

jake has no reason to be this excited or maybe he does, because you're below him well, naked — like naked, naked. Curves visible for him to touch, skin bare for him to feel. Not to mention you tits are out, like actual tits, real tits not the virtual kind of game boobs jake has seen online on sketchy ads.

jake is already in ecstasy the moment he lines himself at your entrance, bulbous tip merely pushing into the opening of your pussy. And you're tight, really tight to the point jake is shocked, groaning in pleasure as he asks, "babe why are you so tight? I mean it feels really good— don't get me wrong but your pussy is sucking me, like a vacuum cleaner."

"jakey," you moan, his cock only half-inserted yet you already feel full, "don't metaphorically link sex to cleaning tools, please."

"sorry baby," he pauses, letting out a soft moan, hands gripping the flesh of your hips as he juts his hips forward instinctively, causing your fingers to curl onto his sheets, "just excited, you know how I am. It's great that you're my girlfriend and you're so hot and that your pussy feels like heaven. Remember how I told you that I thought I'd be a virgin till I was fourty—"

jake's hips thrust forward forward as if it's natural, not like it's his first time having his dick enter the fourth dimension. And when he's truly fully inside you, you let out an euphoric moan, whispering his name under your breath like a ritual.

"fuck baby you feel so good, I didn't know sex would feel so good," jake blabbers, a habit of his when he's entranced, tip of his cock hitting your cervix in rhythmic beats and you can feel him twitch inside of you every time you call his name out. "You know I always had a thing for your tits but now that I've felt what your pussy feels like, I think it's a really close second."

"jakey I'm gonna cum," you wail, back arching as your boyfriend quickens his own pace, chasing his own pleasure, "can we not talk about your boob fixation right now."

"why, they're so pretty," he whines, hands reaching out to kneed the round mound of flesh on your chest, fingers playfully flicking over your nipples as he watches you squirm intently, taking mental notes in his head of your different reactions.

you're overwhelmed with pleasure, and you let out one last whimper of your boyfriend's name before you come undone, slick white cum coating jake's cock as he too releases in you.

jake just stays inside you, still too hyper fixated on your boobs, fingers circling it like he would a game controller, lips darting out in thirst. Would you let him? He hoped you would— "baby can I suck your tits? like put my mouth on it, you know like tongue and all."

your breathing is heavy, and you don't understand how your boyfriend, who deems that it's his first time having sex has such high stamina and drive.

jake continues toying with your nipples, as if your consent was asked just for the sake of asking, and he was going to do it regardless. "I know what sucking is," you hum, hands reaching out to sink your fingers into his messy mop of hair.

taking it as a sign of consent, jake grins goofily, head leaning into your chest as he buries your face between your boobs — he's smiling like a kid in a candy store, tongue darting out to line the rims of your right nipple with saliva, the other nipple given the attention of his fingers as he pinches it.

you whine, thinking that your boyfriend might just be a sex god in disguise of a loser and you'd just hit the jackpot, your fingers curling around the strands of his hair.

he takes your boob in his mouth, sensation making your nipples perk up in need of more and jake hums lazily, the vibrations of his throat making you shiver. and you can feel jake's cock twitch in you, as his hips grind over you like a dog in heat.

"i'm so happy you have tits, they're so perfect like two stress balls, the kinds you'd play with when you're trying to solve a science Olympiad question and you're stuck. They should really start selling boob balls, maybe I should be a founding father of that business, sounds amazing." jake's mouth leaves your boob with a loud, resounding pop, strings of saliva sloppily dangling over his chin and lips as he pitched his idea to you. "i'm already getting hard at the thought, and my mind feels so calm and clear, like i could solve a hundred physics questions right now."

"jakey," you groan, and you don't understand how you're finding this hot.

"don't lie to me and say that you hate that idea, you're throbbing, like pulsating and you're really wet," he states, like he isn't right in the middle of the most mind-blowing sex you've ever had.

"maybe it's because you're still inside me and you're sucking my boobs," you propose to him as he shakes his head in denial, moving his head over to your left nipple, tongue flicking it with one small movement that causes you to let out a soft squeal.

"no, definitely the boob ball thing," he says, fingers moulding it's flesh as his tongue swirled around it.

jake takes his time to work you up, tongue flicking, swirling, and sucking as you slowly reach a new high, hips jutting up into his in need for a new release. and jake is no different, hard at the mere fact that he's in between your tits as he takes his cock out of you only to slam it in again, unapologetically.

this time he pulls out when he's ready to cum, cock covered in milky semen you can barely see the raging red tip as he releases over your stomach, streaks painting your sweat-glossed skin in swatches.

and you're tired, eyelids dropping down yet your boyfriend seemingly never down on energy as he watches the way your gaping hole throbs, slick dripping out of it and he can't help his curiosity as he kneels down between the plush flesh of your thighs, strong arms wrapped around each side as he takes a long lick.

you flinch, and jake does it again, a content gleam in his eyes as he perks up to look at your expression of shock and satisfaction. "you taste really good baby, i was just curious about how you taste but i could literally eat you out right now."

you sigh, resigning to your fate. your boyfriend's curiosity always landing you in unimaginable situations, "but i'm tired," you murmur but jake doesn't stop as you feel the warmth of his tongue dance against your inner thighs.

"you don't have to do anything, baby," jake consoles you, thumb rubbing over your sensitive clit as you let out a lewd sound, "just lie there and take it as a research thing."

"you're researching about..." you drone on, tiredness evident in your voice. jake had just made you cum twice and it seemed like he's made it his ultimate mission to bring you to your utmost limit.

"your pussy," jake states as if it was the most normal thing to do. you'd always knew that jake had a curious mind, and that was one of the things you loved about him, but you didn't know it'd lead to intense rounds of sex with no rest.

jake's tongue probes your gaping hole, a shy touch before he presses the base of his tongue into you, fingers moving to massage your clit. it's tame at first until it's not. jake's tongue doing magic as your juices leak, leading to a loud, lewd slurp as traces of you drip down jake's chin and onto his bedding.

jake's pussy drunk on you and he feels his dick get hard again, a low moan escaping his lips as he continues like it's his calling, fingers occasionally pinching your clit as his tongue drive in and out.

he hears your whine as you come undone again, a new accomplishment for you as he sloppily cleans you up before moving up to place chaste kisses over your body.

"I'm actually going to break up with you," you sigh, eyes barely open and jake gives you an innocent chuckle, his lips glazed with remnants of you, "how are you so horny if it's your first time, i can't believe it."

jake shrugs, moving over to pull you into his bare chest, fingers twirling your hair as you lean into his warmth, limbs tangled and breathing heavy. "it's called having a really hot girlfriend," he states.

in fact, jake feels as if he could continue for hours more. not to mention he's still hard from eating you out, his bulge pressing between your thighs as he laughs guiltily.

"jake," you sigh, knowing what your boyfriend wants to say.

"i won't ask," he says, only for his voice to break the serene silence moments later, "one more round?"

© SJYUNS

[eraserbread]

omg. i love horny pregnant wife so much. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE more with nanami or toji🙏 you’re such a talented writer ily

you're seeing sides to your husband, nanami, that you didn't even know existed... until three months ago when you found out he got you pregnant.

creeping into the second trimester, your body is in constant aching pain -- it starts in your abdomen, sometimes, morphing into cramps in your lower back as your belly begins to bulge.

it's knocked you into needing to waddle everywhere you go, and stuck in bed when he's not around.

but, this morning, he is around. you wake up alone, the sun is bright, and the air smells like miso and eggs. kento knows it's all you've been wanting to eat lately, so he wakes up early on his day off to make it for you.

his back is turned to you when you waddle into the kitchen, feet dragging in your house shoes over the cold floor. ken stands shirtless, standing at the stove, stirring a pot of soup -- it awakens something within you.

you're left staring in the doorway, swallowing down the thickness of absolute, carnal, bodily need.

you can't even find the strength to speak, all of the life you had is rushing between your thighs, burning you alive. biting your lip, you cross your knees.

of course, he notices you after a second, drawn in by the savory, familiar smell of you behind the waft of miso. kento peeks over his shoulder.

"love, you should have stayed in bed."

"why?" your whisper is fucked already, rasping and grating in your throat.

"because your body needs rest. doctor's orders." then he's turning around, steaming bowl of miso cradled in his grip.

you're sweating, watching his bare, sexy chest stare you down in a way that genuinely makes you feral. him and his ruffled hair, shadowed eyes, and furrowed eyebrows.

"pleasepleasepleaseplease," you're begging, mouth full of cotton as you're tearing through bedsheets. kento's situated behind you, thick tongue drawing masterful, sticky circles against your quivering cunt.

yours to the core, there's nothing he loves more than eating you up. since the pregnancy, that feeling is heightened tenfold. you're pulling off your pants, and he's getting that smell in his nose -- that hunger in his body.

and even better, your libido is coming back with this trimester, letting him take his time as he sucks you clean. face down, ass up - hips supported by a pillow, because he wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

kento lets you do all the talking -- all the blubbery crying and pitiful moans you've been keeping. it's like a river down here, buried nose-deep in your ass, his tongue can't keep up the onslaught of constant, dripping slick. he's full off of your taste, but that doesn't mean he won't give his wife what she wants.

"oh, my god. i'm gonna die. gonna -- gonna kill me 'f you don't put it innn!" you're arching your back when he pulls away, licking over his flushed lips, memorizing the taste so he can carry it with him throughout the day.

but, he's taking too long. just one second over your limit, and you're sobbing. "put it in! what are you fucking waiting for, it hurts!"

"oh..." kento doesn't react, knowing anything could set you off further. he does sit up, fishing his erection from his loose linen pants to slide between your aching cunt. he won't tease you for very long now, but he is curious to see how much you're willing to beg...

"you motherfuc-

that disrespect? kento uses it as fuel, and with one fateful swoop, he's burying himself inside of you, punching a guttural, needy scream from your chest.

"well, that's not very nice." he's growling, rolling his hips forward to chase some friction. closing his big body over yours, a single hand presses over the back of your neck, squeezing just enough to emit some pain. he doesn't want to actually hurt you now that you're carrying his daughter, but he does want to establish patience.

cursed nicknames have no space in your loving home.

"i'm sorryyyy--mmhmf!"

he's fucking you so well, now, thick, slippery cock sliding out to the tip, only to slam back in to the hilt. he hurts so good -- so wholly. it's like he's devouring you whole.

this feeling... it was so different, so perfect. all you can think about is your kento pressing another baby in you.

call it greed or lust, kento thinks it's something adjacent to absolute, abiding love and trust.

[thedevilsoftruth]

Ok ok ok hear me out - feral Bucky who is exhausted and grumpy and mad at everyone and can only be soothed by his mouth on your tits and his dick in your pussy…and it starts with just cockwarming but he cums and then he cums again and AGAIN cause super soldier and ohhhhh extra fat bonus points if he REALLY wants to put a baby inside you with all that super soldier cum

(I’m so sorry, I’m ovulating😭)

Ough anon I am OBSESSED with this request. I'm pretty sure I'm like... The guy you go to when you want breeding Bucky fics. Idk I just write them a lot and idk why lmao. Funny you mention this because I am ALSO ovulating. I'm an absolute freak, I hear the words 'bucky' and 'breeding' and 'breast play' in the same sentence and I cum running faster than the fastest man on earth. But here you go, baby. I got a little carried away when writing it (sorry I made it congressman bucky btw I'm not sure how on board you are with that being apart of it)🤭 enjoy!!!

Stress relief

Congressman! J. B. Barnes x Afab! reader.

Sum: Bucky had a tough day at work. So what does he do to help with the stress? Give his pretty girl a baby. 💜

Smut tags: light impact play kink, cock warming, heavy breast play, breeding kink, degrading, name calling (slut) overstimulation, mentions of reader ovulating, squirting, the theme is cum. (Restrain me please) Not beta read!!

W/c - 1.6k

Song recommended: Cherry Pie (I need a freak) by Insane Clown Posse.

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He'd been so angry all day. He'd been stomping around and huffing like he was an angry toddler who has just been denied their favorite treat. Everyone and everything was pissing him off. You could it was bad when he had yelled at an aide that morning. But now, he had his only down time until he had to work again stupid ass early in the morning. His way of relieving his stress? Calling you to his study to keep him warm while he signs paperwork he's supposed to get turned in the next morning. It started out simple; just you sitting on his cock and keeping your mouth shut so he could focus like he asked. Until he started rutting into you like a caveman with his hands on your hips and his mouth on your tits.

You were wearing one of the tank tops you normally wore to bed, expect this one was baby pink and was worn thin, so brushing his hand over your breasts felt like he was touching your actual skin. He wasn't one for pink, but fuck, it looked so good on you. How he could complain when it felt so good to suck your pretty pink, swollen nipple into his mouth while he came into you for the second time in the past thirty minutes.

You were squirming on his lap, his hands gripping bruises into your skin as his lips pulled on your nipple. Little tiny whimpers left your mouth as his tongue flicked up your bud, the thick, milky hot cum from his last load dripping from your over-stuff cunt. His mouth left your breast with a wet pop, and he brought his flesh hand up to take your flesh into his hand, his pussy-drunken eyes admiring the way you spill out in his hand. You moaned loud as he dipped his head back down and licked a thick strip up your other breast with his fat tongue. His beard was brushing your skin in the most perfect way possible, and the sensations just got even better when two thick vibranium fingers began circling your throbbing clit. A loud gasp left your mouth, and your back arched into his mouth as if begging for more.

"Sensitive?" He asks as if the answer isn't directly in front of him. You nod weakly, and press your hand into his chest, your fingers brushing his red wine tie.

"Baby," you whine, your voice pitched and making his cock twitch inside you. "Can't take anymore. Too much."

He looks at you like you just said the stupidest fucking thing he'd ever heard.

"Don't care." He grunts, big hands moving to cup your ass as he stands up and pulls you with him. Your mind short circuits and you panic as he begins heading towards the door.

"You told me you were ovulating just two seconds ago. You don't get to back out of things like that. Not after I've had the day I'm having." He tells you, throwing you down onto the bed, his hands already scrambling to tear your tank top off your body. He's crowding you into the headboard, barley giving you any space to breathe as he's instructing you to put your arms up. The tiny thing slips off your body easily, and Bucky's face twists into a sick, twitched sadistic smile as your tits bounce free.

"Spread your fuckin' legs." He says, leaning down to suck on your neck eagerly. You gasp and your hands fly to his chest.

"Bucky..." You breath. He slaps your breast with a metal hand, the impact of it leaving you gasping and shocked. Your skin quickly reddens where he struck you, and a beautiful light sting prickles up your flesh.

"Open." He says darkly and low, tapping your thigh. You gulp hard and obey, shaky legs hesitantly spreading open in front of your perfect lover. He growls when you do so, looking down between your bodies. He sits up and gives his angry red cock a few pumps with his fist. Your thighs nearly clench together at the sight, but you know better than to disobey him.

"Such a good fucking girl." He growls slapping his cock against your messy cunt, making you whimper. He runs his already leaky cockhead up and down your aching clit a few times before he finally sinks himself into you, all with a loud, gutteral groan that makes your pussy flutter.

"Always take me so good like the perfect little slut you are for me." He mutters through gritted teeth, pulling his hips back a bit before he slowly sunk into you. When he bottomed out, it was with a very loud moan that could be heard from the outside of the house.

"You gonna take it? Hmm?" He grunts, pushing so deep into you that you swear it makes you black out for a moment. "Gonna let me fill you up and breed this sloppy, pathetic little cunt?" His pace quickens, his hips snapping into yours at a perfect rate and precision that has your eyes fluttering shut and your hands gripping his forearms like you need it to survive.

"With the amounts of times you've cum in me, I'm sure you already have me bred." You spit under your breath, almost angrily and out of spite. He smack your breasts again and you yelp.

"What was that?" He inquired, his voice low in that tone that told you he was mad and feeling mean. You gulp and scramble, shaking your head.

"N-nothing." Is all you say, your eyes widening at him in fear. He laughs at you, cold and dark.

"That's what I thought."

He grips the headboard then slams into you, his cock brushing and kissing against every single part of your pretty pussy that makes you squirm. You put your hand on his chest, your back arching and your mouth falling open in a silent 'o' shape. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you impossibly deeper and making the both of you moan.

He leans down and takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth once more, and your body cannot stop the way your legs shake around his hips or the loud cries and whines that leave your mouth.

"Bucky," you whine, wrapping your arms around his back and clawing at his skin with long fingernails. He groans into your skin as he kisses the peak of your breast, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the sensation. "Dont stop, baby. Please--oh fuck, feels so good."

He looks up at you and pulls his cock out of you a few Inches before he slams back into you.

"Yeah?" He pulls back from your breasts and taps your clit with a metal finger before he rubs harsh circles into it. Your legs fly into the air Instinctively before they fall back down onto his waist. Your fingernails dig deeper into his back. He rubs harder, and the walls of your pussy squeeze him hard.

"Ohohoho." He laughs cruelly. "That's the spot, inn'it, sweet girl?" He continues circling it, going faster by the second--all along with his cock fucking into so deep, and you swear you see god for a minute.

"Yeah, yeah. Gonna fuck--cum--ah!! Shit!" You nod along, but right as you're telling him about your impending orgasm, you cut yourself off as you come crashing onto him hard and fast. The walls of your cunt clamp down on him like they're scared he's going to run away, and hot cum comes spurring out of you wildly. The milky liquid squirts onto your lovers pelvis, and he moans like he was the one cumming.

"Holy fucking shit, babydoll." He groans, his head lulling back as he slowly, deliberately starts thrusting into you again. He slaps your pretty pussy a few times with his flesh hand before he really starts picking up speed again.

"Gotta fucking fill you up again after that one." He says, giving you one harsh thrusts that hits your cervix. You scream and your eyes roll into the back of your head your hips shaking uncontrollably at the overstimulation. He holds you down with a metal arm.

"Nuh-uh. You stay right fucking there, slut." He slurps messy kiss from the back of your ear to the crook of your neck. "Pretty pussy needs to be rewarded with a warm, thick load after cumming all over me like that, don't you agree?"

You whine, your pussy making pathetic little squelching sounds as he pumps sloppy, fast thrusts into you. The wet, lewd noises have your head spinning and your pussy fluttering at how fucking obscure it is. All you can do is nod along to whatever he says, though you're too fucked out to even know what you're agreeing too.

"Good fucking girl." He praises, his cock slamming into you hard. "Gonna get you so nice and round and--fuck!" He cuts himself off when his cock twitched sweetly before thick, hot ropes of his seed start flooding into you. His hands shoot down to the backs of your thighs, and he lifts your your legs a little so he could watch himself drip into you.

"Good god," he swears under his breath, his mind going blank at the milky ring forming at the base of his cock. "If only you could see this." He chuckles, nudging his hips forward and making you whine loud.

"Bucky---"

"Shh, baby, let me fuck it into you. Gotta make sure it sticks." He hushes you, leaning down to kiss you hard as he slowly rolls his hips forward, fucking his cum up and into you deeply.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged disabled Simon part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3

 The time was exactly 11:59 PM, in less than 60 seconds your phone would go off and you would find Simon still wide awake. You didn't want to bother Simon so you were sleeping in his chair rather than in his bed with him, and Simon couldn't find the nerve to ask you. You were waking up every hour to make sure Simon was sleeping and not in pain but so far he's been awake every time.

It was a soft vibration yet you still woke up and quietly walked over to Simon “why are you still awake? Simon if you're in pain you need to tell me” “I promise ‘m not in pain, ‘m trying to sleep”  you just sighed, this is the response you got the last two times as well  “is there anything I can do for you to fall asleep?" Then Simon got an idea, it was now or never, he knew he wasn't gonna get any sleep knowing you were right there in reach, so he made do. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into the bed next to him “S-simon what are you doing? You have to be careful” Simon just hummed as he fixed the blankets around you “this ‘ill help me sleep” and just like that you were tucked under the covers perfectly into his side and Simon was already drifting to sleep so what kind of nurse would you be if you got up. 

You woke up to your normal morning alarm but it turned off before you even moved, once you fully woke up, you looked around to find Simon right next to you just staring at you, your face flushed as you got out of the bed “i'm gonna go make breakfast” and you scurried away before Simon could reply. Maybe what he did last night was too much? 

You and Simon ate in silence for the first time in a week, once you finished he started walking outside but you stopped him “exactly where are you going” gosh Simon thought you were so pretty with your hands on your hips questioning him “i'm going do a few laps around the base, my normal workout” “and how many laps are ‘a few’ and how long is that going to be, you can't do as much as you used to Simon” he sighed, he knew you were right but he also wanted to show you he could do more than you thought, that's when he made the decision 

Simon grabbed you some shoes and a light jacket as it was still early spring, he didn't ask you to join him he just decided you were, he said it was so you could monitor him and see he was doing fine, but he had a slightly different plan. This was the third hill you and Simon were going across and you were panting so heavily, while Simon kept his breath steady and showed no signs of weakness. Simon had been quiet the entire trip “okay okay Simon, you've made your point, I get it. You're still capable and I don't need to hover so much, can we please go back now?” You were so out of breath Simon kinda felt bad for bringing you up here but you were so close he couldn't turn back now.

“Actually brought ya up ‘ere for a different reason, just a little longer can ya do that?” Simon paused before looking over your whole figure “i'll even carry ya up” you let out a small laugh at that “Simon I can't keep going but I also can't let you carry me, that'll be way too much for you” Simon wasn't taking no for an answer, he just wordless picked you up bridal style before continuing up, after a moment he added “ya weigh like half o’ what I do regularly, this is nothin baby” you just accepted defeat and leaned into the strong man carrying you. 

Simon placed you gently on a bench that was placed at the top of the hill facing the rising sun. After a bit of silence, Simon decided this was his only chance to ask you out but he still wasn't sure how so he just started rambling. “Ya know this bench means ‘lot to me, Price made me lieutenant here, he also brought me up ‘ere to tell me I was honorably discharged…” he felt your hand on his biceps comfortably rubbing circles on him, he took a deep breath before he continued.

He had a whole speech about how much he liked you, how you've been the only person he felt comfortable around, and how he cant stop thinking about you, really he did, he kept rehearsing on the walk here but that's not what came out of his mouth.

“Will ya let me be yer husband?” you were startled you whipped your head to look at him, I mean you knew he would have trouble asking you out but what was this “Simon-” “no I mean like yer future husband, it doesn't have to be now, but I don't wanna wait long, but i'll wait however long ya need-” he was rambling so you cut him off, with a kiss of course, once you pulled back his mouth stayed slightly agape as you smiled at him “I think you were trying to ask me to be your girlfriend, right?” he just nodded still shocked by your bold move, you giggled at his face “of course i'll be yer future wife” you replied teasingly. This didn't go as planned but it was still a win, and Simon would take that, he just needed to make sure he could be the perfect husband for you, his perfect wife, well future wife.

part 5

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[nanaslutt]

Not so sneaky sex (pt.2)

ʚ synopsis: after Geto catches you and Gojo fucking, you both let him join

ʚ cont: fem reader, eiffel tower position, throat fucking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms, rough sex

ʚ note: this can be read as a stand alone, but pt. 1 is here

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"S-satoru fuck, Satoru let her breathe-" Suguru groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he wrapped his hand around Satoru's wrist, weakly pulling at it to get him to back off a bit for your sake. "She can take it, can't you pretty girl?" All you could do was moan around Suguru's cock in response as Gojo ruthlessly fucked you into his best friend's pelvis, your throat forced to open up for Geto's cock as he pressed your head down on him.

Geto choked at the feeling of you moaning around him, the sound going straight to his balls. Tears were long streaming down your face from Gojo's mean thrusts. Your nails dug into the bed and Geto's waist as you gripped him for dear life, his much larger hand cupped over your own and weakly tangled with yours as he tried his best to comfort you through taking his dick down your throat.

"Tell me how good her throat feels, haven't fucked it in a while." You whined when Gojo gripped your waist with both hands and fucked into you harder, his balls slapping against your now overstimulated clit. You could feel another orgasm creeping up on you already, and you weren't sure how many more you could take before you finally collapsed.

"Fuck-" Geto groaned, his large hand leaving the back of Gojo's on his head to caress your cheek as he looked down at you lovingly, adoring how good your lips looked wrapped around his cock. You did your best to look up at him, but the tears of overstimulation were making your vision blurry, causing you to blink rapidly. Geto groaned at the view of you staring at him with furrowed eyebrows nonetheless.

"Just how long have you two been fucking?" Geto asked, his lips pressing together just as you felt his cock twitch in your throat, making you cough around him. Gojo laughed at his question as he stopped his hips flush against yours, rolling them in circles as he rubbed your sweet spot deep inside you, making you see stars. "Hmm… I don't know." He said, pretending to think by rubbing at his chin and looking at the ceiling as he continued rolling his hips against your ass in excruciating bliss.

You reached up and grabbed Gojo's hand that was pressing your mouth down on Geto's cock, silently asking him to let you go. "Oh? Wanna say something, baby?" He asked, relenting and letting you take a breath, all the while keeping his pace against you. You had nothing to say, you just let your orgasm wash over you as the top half of your body collapsed against the sheets, your nails digging into Geto's throat as you held onto him like an anchor as your orgasm assaulted your body.

Gojo cursed, a strangled laugh leaving his lips when he felt your cunt strangling his cock like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. He started up a pace again, fucking your orgasm from your body and prolonging your pleasure in the process. "Shit…" Geto cursed, covering his mouth with his hand as he watched you unravel on his beat friend's cock, his other hand leaving your own to wrap around his throbbing cock, stroking it as he watched you.

"She was gonna choke if she came while my cock was down her throat," Geto groaned, "You need to be more careful, Satoru." he chastized, making his best friend swat his hand at him in retaliation. "Nahh, she doesn't like when I'm careful, that's why she fucks me." You almost blacked out when Gojo wrapped his hand under your body and found your clit, rubbing it in circles and effectively turning your brain to mush as your head repeatedly knocked into Geto's thigh from his rough thrusts.

"Is that true, pretty girl?" Geto asked, cupping your face while leaning down a bit, never slowing down his thrusts as he fucked his own hand. You were slow to respond, nodding limply for a while while whines and curses left your lips before you found your words. "He's so- fucking mean," you cried, making Geto pout for you, but you didn't fail to notice the way the corner of his lip curled up a bit at that.

"But you like when I'm mean, don't try to get sympathy." Gojo pouted, rubbing your clit faster while adding more pressure. "Suck him off again pretty, I wanna watch him when he cums down your throat." You looked up at Geto and noticed he was sharing what looked like a heated look at Satoru, one that made you clench harder around his cock.

"I'll be gentle," Suguru whispered, looking back down at you as he helped you regain your balance and sit the front half of your body up. Your mouth was watering as you focused on the way Suguru was jerking off just in front of your lips, a heavy bead of precum pearling in his pretty slit before dripping onto the sheets below you. You leaned forward and took him into your throat easily since you had him in your throat before.

The groan that left Geto's lips sent electricity shocking down your body, threatening to push you over the edge again. You wanted to whine when Gojo pulled out abruptly, heavy pants leaving his lips. You couldn't hear any slick sounds from behind you that were telling you he was jerking off, so you were confused as to why he pulled out like that. You just focused on breathing through Geto's deep thrusts into your throat.

"What's wrong Satoru? Did you almost finish again?" Geto teased, running his nails across your scalp. The action was calming, making your lids flutter before they fell as he relaxed your body. You so badly wanted to bed for Gojo to put his cock back in, but you were enjoying this little break. "Yeah, almost came when you put it back in her throat." He said, making you furrow your eyebrows together. You almost did too when you heard Geto groan. Is that why he almost came?

Geto was stupidly hot and had the voice of a god, you weren't shocked his deep voice almost made him finish too. Your back arched and you held your breath when Gojo started slipping his cock back inside you, the stretch of him feeling so satisfying, like he was meant to be inside you. "Wait for me." Geto said, his cock throbbing inside your mouth, "I'm not gonna last like this anyways."

"You never told me how it feels. C'mon, don't be greedy." Satoru pushed, thrusting into you at a steady pace again, not as hard and fast as before, but it still felt good especially when he started slowly rubbing your clit in circles again, almost soothingly. "It's so tight, and warm." Geto started, looking down at you as you looked up at him, meeting his beautiful slightly purple eyes. "Yeah?" Gojo asked, his thrusts growing almost sloppy and a little faster.

"Yeah, she's sucking me in when I pull back too, it's like she doesn't want me to leave." Gojo wasn't the only one getting off on his words in that slightly raspier voice than normal, from sleepiness and arousal. You squeezed around his cock, your lashes fluttering every time you took him to the back of your throat. "Fuck, keep talking." You would have cracked a smile if you could, Gojo was fucking loving this.

"Every time she moans I can feel it in my fucking stomach, Satoru." He groaned, petting your cheek as he shook his head at you while looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You whined around him, making him shiver, his long eyelashes fluttering before he tipped his head back. "I'm gonna cum." He groaned, his nails against your scalp raking a bit harder as he got closer and closer to his high.

"Me too." Gojo groaned, his hand digging into your hip as he brought you back on his cock, your ass slapping against his pelvis lewdly with each thrust. "Cum with me baby, cum all over my cock, I need to feel it you know I do." Gojo cooed at you, his hand that was grabbing your hip moving to caress down your spine, making goosebumps break over your skin. You whined harder around Geto's cock when he started rubbing your little clit faster, trying to force your orgasm out of your body, not that it needed much coaxing.

Geto's breathing picked up, as did his sloppy thrusts right before he pulled out. He grabbed your chin with his large hand, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your moans instantly fell freely from your lips, only making both the men fall faster into their highs. "Open your mouth, baby, I wanna cum on your tongue." You groaned at his words before you let your jaw open, your tongue peeking out between your lips as you looked up at him expectantly, gripping his hip harshly as he stroked himself off at a furious pace.

"Oh shit," Gojo whined, you could feel how bad he was shaking behind you, obviously trying to hold out until you and Geto came so he could watch the show before he was fucked out beyond his mind and unable to comprehend anything as he came. He could tell it was about to be a hard one. Just as you felt yourself tip over the edge, Geto's body went rigid, his breath reaching a halt before he broke.

You flinched when the first spurt of his cum landed on your cheek. He groaned long and loud as he released all over your face and tongue, his head falling back in bliss as he shakily jerked himself through his orgasm, making an absolute mess of you. You cried out when you felt Gojo cum inside you right when you came. The moan that fell from his lips made your stomach do summersaults as your orgasm wracked through your body.

"Fuck- fuck- f-fuck." Gojo repeated the curse over and over as he thrust against your ass each time he came. His body was shaking violently, his abs tensing and unsensing against your lower back as he curled over you, his body weak and spent as his half-hard cock kept twitching while he was buried deep inside you. Suguru sat down on the shitty motel bed, one leg straight, the other curled as you laid your head on his thigh with Gojo's body crushing yours as he caught his breath.

"Holy shit." Geto groaned, wiping his dirty hand on the bed before he ran it through his hair, getting the strays out of his flushed face. "You're telling me," Gojo replied, his voice weak and muffled from his cheek being squished against your back. You were going to let him keep crushing your body until you swear you felt him drool on you. "Close your mouth Satoru, yuck," you complained, weakly lifting your arm to swat him away. He only tangled your fingers together and pressed your conjoined hands against the sheets.

"Shhh…" He replied, sounding like he was seconds away from falling asleep. You were relieved when Geto started running his hand over your scalp, his fingers tickling the back of your neck when he caressed there. "You have to pull out Satoru unless you want her to kick your ass when you give her an STI." He joked, reaching down your back to flick his sweaty forehead.

Gojo groaned, lifting his head slightly to pout at his friend. "I'm giving her aftercare, 5 more minutes." He replied, his heavy head slapping against your back once more. "I don't know how laying on me with your entire weight is aftercare…" You added, rolling your eyes at his antics. You closed your sleepy eyes when you felt Geto place a soft kiss against your forehead as he started to get up from the bed. "I'll run a bath, when I'm done if he's not off of you, I'll take care of him." You smiled at him sweetly, reaching for his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand in thanks before he walked off to the bathroom to run you a much-needed bath.

[spidey-webz]

bucky barnes + missionary

summary: you love to be trapped under his weight and he loves to see you writhe underneath him. warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, allusions to choking, hair pulling 18+ ONLY word count: 800 a/n: just a small something, because i need bucky to do this with me

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There is something so intimate about the missionary position in Bucky's eyes. He can't decide if it's the view he gets, being able to see every small change in your expression, every ounce of pleasure in your face, or how close he can feel to you.

He loves to have your tits brush up against his chest with every thrust or just have your nails dig into his back.

Bucky loves to spread your legs apart first, taking a good look at your wet pussy. He loves to run just the tip of his cock through your folds, relishing in the warmth of it. His tip always looks red and angry already, desperate to be buried inside you.

Seeing you so spread out in front of him, with that desperate look in your eyes and your hair sprawled out on the pillow, was enough to make him feel just as desperate to finally feel you around him.

"Can't wait to be inside you, doll." His words are always a mumble, his deep voice making goosebumps rise on your body.

Bucky's hands lay on the insides of your thighs, keeping them spread apart, before he plants a kiss or two to your knee once he lifts your leg up a little.

He sets your leg back on the mattress, keeping eye contact with you as he positions his cock properly at your entrance. He moves closer as he sinks between your folds. A groan escapes Bucky as soon as he feels your tight walls around him. You always fit him so perfectly and he loves when you eventually wrap your legs around his waist.

Once he was buried to the hilt inside you, he bent down to capture your lips in a kiss. Another reason why Bucky loved this position so much. He could kiss you at will, brush his thumb over your lips or even lay his hand gently on your throat.

When he slowly starts to thrust into you, he can watch your tits jiggle and if he leans down a little more, they will be pressed against his chest.

Oh, you love this position too. It allows you to see Bucky in all his naked glory. His chest feels hard against your own and he seems so tall when he's above you.

You can feel him so deeply inside you, filling you out perfectly. You can watch his biceps flex when he places his hands on either side of you or moves his hands over your thighs. It's eye candy when the sweat starts to gather on his abs, his happy trail leading to where you are both intertwined with each other.

Bucky has his pleasure written onto his face too, his lips slightly apart once he starts thrusting into you.

His beard always feels rough against your soft lips when he leans down and sometimes you let your hand snake from his strong back to his soft hair. Bucky groans against your skin when you pull on it, giving you another sharp thrust in return.

When he moves back a little, his thrusts speeding up even more, and his hands grab your thighs tightly, keeping them spread apart as he's pushing you closer and closer to your climax, he looks like a greek god between your thighs. His abs are flexing, a few strands of hair fall into his face and soft groans escape his lips over and over.

"Look at you. Taking me so well." His voice is a deep rumble, but it's shaking all the same as he's coming closer to his own release. You feel so good around him and the sight in front of him, seeing your writhe and moan underneath him while you take him so deeply inside of you... it's enough to make him go crazy.

Bucky knows you're close to and this position allows him to slip his hand between your legs with ease, find that sensitive nub between your folds and circle his fingers around it. Your clit is already so sensitive and it just adds to the tension until another sharp thrust of him pushes you over the edge.

He loves to keep thrusting into you, watching your orgasm roll over you as he looks down, your hands either clawing at him or at the sheets while he lets out a moan when he's so close.

And then he hits his high, feeling your walls squeeze around him and you get to watch Bucky throw his head back. The veins at his throat stand out as he comes, his metal digits digging into your soft thighs.

Then he bends down, grabbing your face with his hands and kisses you softly, with so much love. There's nothing he loves more than this.

[five-rivers]

Little thing inspired by various Justice League summons Danny posts I've seen about.

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Interdimensional travel was hard.

It was a true statement, and one that, in retrospect, was obvious. Of course interdimensional travel was hard. It was reaching out of your reality and into one that had an entirely different set of rules. However, having an interdimensional portal in one's basement tended to skew one's understanding of these things. That was why it took Danny so long to realize that the Observants were actually worried about him.

"Wait," he said, looking up from the (admittedly very passive-aggressive) report the crowd of Observants had just dropped on his (already crowded) desk. "You want to change my summoning ritual because you think other dimensions might hurt my human half?"

"Some of them certainly will," said one of the Observants, testily.

"I didn't know you cared about that," said Danny, still somewhat stunned.

"We normally wouldn't," admitted the Observant, "but although the position of Ghost King is, politically, a figurehead, you are metaphysically vital to the Realms as a whole. Damage to you is to be avoided, when possible."

"Uh huh," said Danny, looking back down at the summoning ritual change paperwork. Although, through a combination of Danny's own nature and the nature of time across dimensional barriers, Danny still looked fourteen and spent a great deal of his time going to school in Amity Park, he had years of experience interpreting the Observants' paperwork under his belt. "Yeah, it's just that I don't think this is the best way to, like. Do that."

"It is the best way to protect you!" said the Observant who had, apparently, been selected as the group's spokesperson.

"Maybe," agreed Danny, who wasn't entirely sure that was true. "But I feel like some of these modifications would kind of be a problem for wherever I wound up."

"Then they ought not to summon you."

While Danny agreed with that sentiment in spirit (getting summoned was almost always inconvenient and annoying), in practice, he wasn't so sure. "I don't think there's any way to communicate that to the guys who are summoning me. Like, some of them get me with old Pariah Dark rituals. And most of them don't really care if their mistakes screw over other people, so..."

"Next to the well-being of the Realms, that is a minor concern."

Danny didn't disagree with that, but he wasn't about to waste time arguing with the Observants about it. They just didn't get it. He tapped his finger on another section that was bothering him. "Also, this seems to keep me from getting out of the summoning circle at all. If someone is summoning me to ask for help, that's going to keep me from doing much."

"It will also keep you from inadvertently exiting into a hostile environment."

"Even in my home universe?" asked Danny, pointedly. "This seems like something more geared to imprisonment than protection."

The Observants were silent.

"Oh, come on, guys, really? Again?"

The Observants scattered.

Danny sighed and picked up the paperwork. He didn't think it was all bad ideas, honestly, but he needed a second opinion that hadn't tried to stuff him in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep Mark 2.

Maybe Clockwork would look it over for him.

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"It isn't an entirely terrible concept," said Clockwork, "except for the obvious drawbacks."

"The whole being trapped in the summoning circle bit," said Danny.

Clockwork nodded. "To be fairer than they deserve, there is no way to modify that portion of a summoning ritual in some types of universes but not others. Not from our own side of things, in any case."

"And I mostly can't get at the other side," said Danny with a groan. He perched on the back of Clockwork's chair. "I do want to make sure that I, I don't know, fit with other universes enough that I won't completely demolish them just by existing."

Clockwork hummed. "There are some ways to do that. There are drawbacks, however."

"Bigger drawbacks than accidentally nuking a planet because my radiation is different than theirs?"

"It depends on your perspective, I suppose."

Danny sighed. "Go ahead and tell me, then."

Clockwork picked up a pen. "You are a shapeshifter. You have multiple forms, one of which cannot be harmed through any normal means and which similarly would have little negative affect on the environment unless you acted to cause negative effects. Change the current ritual so that a summoning puts you in that form, and then further change it so that you cannot leave the circle unless you are in a form that will not automatically cause harm or be harmed by the laws of that universe."

"You mean my Ghost King form."

"All your forms are your Ghost King form."

"You know what I mean."

"I do," said Clockwork, smiling.

"It freaks people out, though."

"Your current form might, as you say, freak people out," said Clockwork. "If your summoners were, say, ants."

"Is that likely?"

"Not particularly. But consider the multiverse. Not all of your summoners will be human."

Danny crossed his arms, frustrated that there wasn't an easy solution. "I guess I could always shapeshift into something nonthreatening after. Hard to see if it's something safe without running into

"You can do more than that."

"I can?"

"Yes," said Clockwork, setting the pen to paper. "Let me show you."

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The summoning circle shimmered and shivered as Constantine and Zatanna recited the chant, their voices rising and falling. Batman and other members of the League stood by, watching, waiting.

This, this ritual, wasn't their first choice. It wasn't their second, third, or fourth choice, either. But nothing else they had tried worked, and the entire world was at stake.

They were summoning the King of All Ghosts. An eldritch monstrosity that had once tried to conquer all realities. But the alternative was worse. Much worst. At least, with the King of All Ghosts, there was a chance that they could negotiate and that it'd want the Earth more or less intact for the sake of conquering it. At least, with this kind of summoning, they could offer a sacrifice, a bargain, a deal.

And if Constantine was good at anything, it was deals.

The lines of the summoning circle flared green, then pure white, and, without any other fanfare, the King of All Ghosts was there.

It filled the circle with starry darkness, struck with nebulae and aurorae. The clouds rippled as a star died near its heart, fiery cataclysms spreading throughout the being. A crown like the accretion disk of a black hole burned around its highest extremity.

Something like a voice, echoing and many-layered, emanated from the being. "Nghftùsh phlarûm âzgûm (1)." It paused, and the League felt it examine the area more closely. "Ko wgâ âzgûm nghftùsh derza. Ko gok hubhûfh fhtù gâh mglwnuh...(2)"

Constantine swore. "Oh, bollocks, I don't know that one. Would it be too much to ask that one of these things speak English? Just a little?"

"Nghftùsh ak. Ko ngngi. (3)"

"Zatanna," said Batman, "could a spell let us understand one another?"

"Kù-nghînku bùr fùmúu umni snîgûrip. (4)" It seemed to bend closer for all that it didn't move. "Nghftùsh laglúfhâk krîk ko phlî ak phlorza. Chthe nî hîhnâ, ka. (5)"

"I think I understand a little," said Captain Marvel, raising a hand. "I think it understands us just fine."

"Hagthu. Nghftùsh ngngi ùk nî chthe kûmpù nû gâ. (6)"

"It wants to get out of the circle," said Captain Marvel.

The veils of green light that shrouded the being rippled. "Dal phlù. (7)"

"Not without an agreement in place, you're not," said Constantine.

"Gagthashîzgathg. (8)"

"God," whispered Flash, "that hurts my throat just hearing it."

Batman shot him a glare, then stepped forward. They'd prepared a list of demands. Most of them were negotiable, but it was better to start something like this with things you were willing to remove or throw away. It took several minutes for Batman to read the whole thing.

"Ku. Chthal lohúfhâk hagthu. Fhta nghftùsh kâk phlorza ko thru. (9)"

"What did it say?" asked Batman.

"I'm... I think it said it'll do it, but it needs something from us in return."

Batman nodded. They'd expected something like this. Whatever it asked for, it would, without a doubt, be exorbitant. Then, they'd go back and forth, reducing each of their demands until they'd reached a deal both sides hated, but could accept. Constantine had bet that, at minimum, the King of All Ghosts would want the entire population of Earth as slaves.

"Nghftùsh kâk hû ko mglwno nî phnglâ gho-lobi. (10)"

"Uh," said Captain Marvel. "I think he said one of our lives."

"Hik! Rlo phlarâk kruk nîk ghû. (11)"

"Not just any of us," said Marvel. "It has to be someone who's a parent."

A tension fell over the room. They'd known they'd have to sacrifice something. A single life wasn't much, but for the King of All Ghosts to specify a parent...

"But are you sure it's just one?" pressed Constantine.

The King of All Ghosts gave off a sense of... exasperation? "Úzg, hû. (12)"

"One," said Captain Marvel. "Just one."

"And just us, not our kids or anything?"

"Nghftùsh ngngi ùk e nghuu. Gù phlarâk fush ko du? (13)"

"No, it doesn't want children. They're... wrong, somehow?"

"And it's not a sex thing?" Constantine sounded... strangely hopeful.

"Hik! Fhtùl! (14)"

"No," said Captain Marvel. "And... something about fat, maybe?"

"Oh, we're definitely getting eaten, then," said Constantine, with forced cheer. "I volunteer, then. It's not like my kids are sitting up waiting for me or anything."

"Hik nuk. Ngngi ko. E hâta phlarâk lerzaolûm. (15)"

"Not you, there's... something wrong with your soul."

"Oh, he's a picky eater, too, huh?"

"Let's not antagonize him, okay?" said Flash. "He's kind of-- He's kind of looming, right now."

And so it was. Somehow. Without moving.

"Who will... satisfy you?" asked Batman.

The entity did not move, but it managed to indicate Batman anyway.

"Very well," said Batman, before anyone could even attempt to talk him out of it. After all, his life for the lives of everyone in this universe was a very good deal. "Take me."

For the first time, the King of All Ghosts moved, all that darkness, all that light, rushing towards Batman.

There was a burst of blinding light.

When everyone opened their eyes again, a boy with black hair, blue eyes, and a jawline that bore more than a passing resemblance to Batman's was stepping out of the summoning circle.

"That's much better," he said, stretching. "No offense, dude, but you kind of suck at Ghost Speak." He turned to Batman. "What I was asking for was a template so I could exist in your universe and do what you want without accidentally blowing it up because of incompatible physics, but whatever. Not sure how you guys got me eating you out of that."

"You wanted a human appearance so you could better conquer this world?" asked Batman.

"Uh, no? You've got a pretty strong clause against conquering the world in your paperwork there. You're probably thinking about Pariah Dark, but he's old news." The boy smiled widely. "Let's get started on your problem, okay?"

I've been summoned.

You haven't summoned me before. You have a nice space station here...

I can. You can't.

Inter-dimensional language differences are so annoying.

I hope you can do something. This will be difficult, otherwise.

Good. I don't want to be in this circle forever.

Close enough.

Figures (literally, 'certainly').

Okay. That sounds good. But I need something from you.

I need one of you to be my template (literally, life-pattern).

No! It's like being a parent.

Yes, one.

I don't want your children. What is wrong with you?

No! Gross!

No way. Not you. You're crazy (literally, your soul is cracked).

[sastielsfandom]

Apparently some people don't know this but don't force your help onto others and basically kidnap them because you think they need your help and aren't doing it how you want them to.

Like if someone agrees to stay with you for the weekend because hotel prices are incredibly high and they can't afford it, don't strand them at your place for nearly a week where they have no electricity, service, or internet. Especially when they have important things to do for their livelihood that can change their lives for the better. Such as meetings and calls they have been waiting for because they're income sources that they need.

And they were already screwed over by getting kicked out of a shitty apartment from shady people that gave them less than twenty four hours to put down three grand to possibly stay there for six months. Saying you weren't compliant, even though you went above their expectations and did their job for them because they weren't meeting your families needs and were delaying stuff the way they were doing it. And it had a lot of problems like electricity not working in like the apartment, plumbing being a nightmare nearly every day. At night it sounded like the purge and it was genuinely scary especially when people would pound on your door multiple times a night.

Like don't play the savior and screw over the people you were supposably helping because they aren't acting the way you want them to and they're getting upset at you purposefully setting them up for failure so you can "help" them further.

You know, just a general thing and not something that we just had to deal with at all. And are still currently dealing with because we have to undo the "help" we received.

[pomefioredove]

only one bed room

summary: it's the sdc and everyone's staying over at ramshackle but, oh no! you're one room and one bed short. being the generous (or gullible) soul that you are, you agree to share characters: all sdc competitors, separate additional info: fair warning I have no replayed book 5 in a while, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, rook is rook, most scenarios end in cuddles. can be interpreted as romantic or platonic (nix vil and rook's part)

Deuce Spade

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor!"

it's a big fat no from Vil. waking up sore and tired is unacceptable, and will affect his performance during practice. he will use the bed, end of story.

you offer to take the floor or one of the many stiff and uncomfortable couches in Ramshackle, but he refuses

what kind of aspiring honor student would he be if he kicked you out of your own room?

so, yes, you end up sharing the bed

he's a perfect gentleman about it

he insists on sleeping on the complete opposite end of the bed

to give you your space, of course

not because he's nervous

obviously it doesn't pan out- he's kind of a messy sleeper, and on the first night you wake up with him sprawled on top of you

you decide not to wake him up

you'd been thinking about saving for a weighted blanket, anyway

Ace Trappola

"you better not hog the blankets,"

takes it like a champ, though he might be screaming internally

he already sleeps in a dorm with three other guys- this can't be any different, right?

it totally is

sharing a bed with someone? someone he likes, who he isn't just forced to live with for convenience?

he's not sure how to tease you about this one without coming off as nervous himself

so he just shuts his trap about it (for once) and accepts his fate

in the end, it's no big deal for a player like him

he ends up hogging the blankets, though. hypocrite.

Kalim al-Asim

"YAYYY SLEEPOVER!"

he means exactly what he says

not a care in the world

all he's thinking about is how fun this is going to be! just him and his favorite Ramshackle prefect (Grim heard the news and will be staying in deuce's room to avoid any cracker mishaps)

Kalim, admittedly, is not a creature of great thought. he tends to be dictated by his feelings, and he can be a little selfish sometimes

so when Jamil pulled him aside and asked him to just buy another bed for ramshackle, he ignored him entirely

why would he do that? the situation is resolved, and everyone's happy!

well... not everyone, but Kalim's happy!

he stocks up on Vil-approved snacks, insists you two braid each other's hair and stay up late into the night talking with no one to remind you to go to sleep

(he tried to invite Jamil and got the door slammed in his face)

this arrangement lasts approximately one night

when Vil sees the dark circles under your eyes, it's over

you are confined to the couch, and Kalim is forced to sleep alone

Jamil Viper

"okay,"

really. he's totally fine with it.

besides the fact that he doesn't want to cause any more trouble, he's shared beds with his siblings before. no big deal

he just wasn't expecting to wake up with you snuggled against him

but this is fine

totally fine

he's barely conscious and it's early morning, still dark, the time he's used to getting up at

Vil has things covered, right? he can stay here for a little while longer. it would be awkward trying to get up without waking you

it feels nice having something all to himself for once

he smirks, imagining how jealous everyone else would be:

the beautiful, kind, intelligent ramshackle prefect in his arms? oh, the looks on their faces would almost make this whole thing worth it!

but in the end, he decides to say nothing

he wants to keep you all to himself, after all

for just a little while longer

Epel Felmier

"ain't no way I'm sharing!"

that's what he says in his head, anyway. but it's late and he's worn out from practice (and being shouted at) so he just sighs and accepts his fate

of course Vil would make him do it. it's probably because he's the smallest, isn't it?

you can tell he's unhappy with the arrangement (not that he's making much of a secret of it- he's grumbling under his breath all evening)

he starts coming around to the idea when he wakes up holding something warm

his heart jumpstarts and he nearly panics before remembering where he is

and then he realizes the thing he's holding is... you. somehow the two of you had ended up spooning during the night

but, more importantly... he's the big spoon!

he's almost tempted to wake you to announce that he, in all his manly glory, had naturally assumed the most masculine cuddling position!

(yes he sounds ridiculous. just let him have this one)

he lets you sleep, though. just a little more won't hurt anyone, right?

he's okay with the arrangement after that

Rook Hunt

"I will do it!"

Vil isn't even able to finish his sentence before the vice housewarden is practically jumping up and down

pretty much everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief; a volunteer! thank the sevens. otherwise, this could get awkward...

of course, he quite intentionally ends up with you in his arms

but not for any nefarious purpose, he insists!

he's a light sleeper, and can be stirred by any sudden noise or movement

you appeared to be having some kind of nightmare

it reminds him of a small animal caught in a trap, struggling for its life. he can't bear to see it- it's cruel to let a poor creature go on suffering before you can make the kill

of course, instead of killing you (thank the sevens), he decides to comfort you

he presses your head against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat, and he runs his fingers through your hair until you calm down.

then he keeps you there, just to be sure you don't have another bad dream

if you gave him permission, he would gladly be all over you in seconds. kissing up and down your shoulders, caressing every perfect inch of your body, whispering words of admiration

but he's perfectly content just cradling you for now

hopefully, you will continue to have these nightmares and give him excuses to do this again

Vil Schoenheit

"don't argue with me,"

initially, you just gave him the bed

maybe you were afraid of him; maybe you like him; maybe you just wanted to avoid a conflict altogether

either way, you spent the first night on the terribly uncomfortable floor, and trudged through Ramshackle like a zombie the next morning

Vil was feeling guilty watching you

what? he's not a monster

and he's a leader, which means he has a responsibility. and you had so graciously invited them all into your home...

fine! he'll share. he insists, even

when you try to argue, he shuts you down, repeating all that stuff about responsibility and hospitality, blah blah

and he doesn't want the team manager dead on their feet

arguing with him is pointless, so you just agree

he wakes up with you against him, sleeping peacefully

now, if it were you clinging to him- he might have had a good chuckle. can't keep your hands to yourself, prefect? I'm just that irresistible?

but the way he's holding you, the way his arms are so tightly wrapped around your waist, the way he's so clearly pressing you against him...

he hates to admit it, but you're an elegant sleeper. it's almost cute

the tension is relieved from your face, your breathing graceful and steady, and your perfect lips open just a sliver...

he is a perfect gentleman, and would never dream of doing anything without your explicit permission, but for one shameful second he thinks about how easy it would be to kiss you

... and then he quickly puts those thoughts aside and tries to get back to sleep

he doesn't want any dark circles, after all

[fluffylino]

loner ! minho - drabble

you've observed him in your classes. he's hot. he's always by himself. little did you know he was fascinated with you too...

-contains mature themes (risky sex oops)

minho's in your class. he's there almost for every single lecture. never skipping unless he didn't show up to uni.

theres something about him that makes your heart race. maybe because you were just like him. the silent ones in the class who mostly sat right at the back where you could be at peace and avoid most interactions.

somehow the two of y'all never sat together, sometimes sitting on opposite ends of the small class or maybe on the bench infront. you watch him at times whenever the lesson content gets boring. taking in the sight of him paying attention.

was he really paying attention or was he just lost in his thoughts?

were you ever in his thoughts?

did you ever make an appearance in his mind?

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its a long day. back to back lectures since 8 in the morning and you're tired. this time your class was being held in a small private classroom that nearly no one knew about except the people in this specific class.

neatly taking off your shoes outside the carpetted stairway.

noticing the larger pair of combat boots that are tucked away from all the other shoes.

mindlessly you keep your shoes near his. because he had mindlessly been doing that for the past few weeks. placing his shoes next to yours.

silently entering the class, only to realise you had losf track of time in the canteen. 10 mins since your class had begun and here you were.

heart thumping nervously at all the eyes on you, as you quietly scutter to an empty chair. the teacher has made all of y'all sit in a semi circle. for more integration and freedom.

and you find yourself seated directly across minho. taking in the sight of him entirely as your professor absentmindedly continues talking about something.

your eyes can't help but trail down to his hands. watching him crack his knuckles and adjust the rings he wore on his digits.

the black shirt complimenting his physique and his leisure way of sitting making your stomach churn with arousal.

why were you finding him so ravishing today? seeing him so upfront worked wonders on your imaginative brain.

blinking slowly as you thought of how his fingers would feel against your body. maybe even between your legs...

blushing heavily when he glances at you briefly. and from the corner of your eye, you swear you see him hide a smirk.

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class is over and you're about to leave when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. and you're quick to turn around.

masking on a kind smile which immediately falters.

"wait back with me..." its him.

bag slinging across his shoulder as he stands beside you. quietly waiting for everyone to leave. with a long stride, he closely the door of the classroom. latching it smoothly and for a second you think he's uncomfortable with you.

what if he noticed how obvious you were.

"u-uh is everything o-okay?" you mumble, taking a few steps back when he stands in front of you. minimizing the gap as much as possible.

"i don't know, you tell me..." he lets out, tilting his head with intent. your mouth opens and closes. going speechless and every single coherent thought escaping your mind.

"...i d-don't know" you stutter unconciously. struggling to maintain eye contact with him. looking anywhere but at his eyes.

"do you...." he starts off. clearing his throat before looking at the latched door for a second, turning to purse his lips at you in a somewhat shy manner.

your bag sliding off one of your shoulder's and falling on the ground with a soft thud when he holds your chin.

making you look up at him the whole time.

"do you want to eat ramyeon...with me?"

minho whispers. purposefully leaning closer to breath heavy on your parted lips. your own breath shaking as you unconciously refuse to create a gap between y'all.

"or am i just eye candy for you?" he adds with a playful tone.

"no! i mean...n-no. you're more than just...that"

you mumble, cheeks heating up furiously. eye candy? that meant he knew you were watching him.

"well this eye candy's wondering if you just wanna keep staring at him or instead do something about it..."

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"is this what you were dreaming of"

minho whispers huskily, hand stuffed down your pants. pulling you higher up on his lap. fingers tracing over your cunt. your nervousness dying down when he touches you like he's meant to be the only one touching you so intimately.

"m-sorry" you whimper. feeling concerned with yourself for imagining such vile things. filthy dirty thoughts during innocent moments.

"no baby, this is what i dreamt of too"

rubbing his middle and ring finger up against your folds. teasingly feeling up your clit. knowing that this was the first time you'd let anyone touch you like this.

"dreamt of dirtier things...so fucking filthy"

slipping his digit past your entrance and you keen. stomach burning with the unfamiliar intrusion.

"thought of you riding me on one of these stupid chairs" minho breathes out. curling his digits upwards to rub your walls. grunting when you grind down on his fingers.

"m-me too...wanted to ride you...want to ride you"

you gasp out, covering your mouth at the risks y'all were taking. an empty locked classroom.

"your s-shoes" and he smiles.

"you noticed. couldn't get over the size difference"

he teases, pulling his fingers out to lick them seductively. deciding to draw fast rough circles on your clit. stimulating the bundle of nerves so fast that you shake in his hold.

"don't you have class?" he asks, knowing damn well that right now class was the last thing on your mind.

"i have you." you moan, praying that luck ws on your side and that you'd get the time to taste him...

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inspired by the dream i had last night AAAAAAA im screaming without the s-

[authorhjk1]

How Does Aespa Ride Boyfriend’s Cock?

Karina

"Oh my god, baby."

Karina moans as she slowly rides your cock. You're sitting up while she's circling her hips and grinding in your lap. Her slow bounces make her tits bounce as well. You take the opportunity to capture her nipples with your mouth. One after another you suck on them, while Karina melts into you. Her wet pussy clings to your cock as she moves up and down and her hands hold onto your head, pulling you deeper into her tits. Her slow rhythm makes your head spin. You can barely call it riding. It's more like grinding. But it feels too good nonetheless.

Giselle

You let out a weak groan as you feel Giselle's butt cheeks hit your lap once more. She's is in reverse cowgirl position, but that's not the reason why you're losing your mind. You're losing your mind, because your cock is buried to the hilt in Giselle's tight ass. And as she impales herself on your cock again and again, you watch her ass bounce and jiggle. Her long pink hair flows down her back and sways to her rhythm. You can't help but reach out and grab her butt cheeks. Giselle lets out a loud moan as you grope them while she rides your cock. It feels like you hit deeper places everytime her tight ring of muscles glides along your length.

"You're stretching me out. Oh my god."

Giselle whines as your cock continues to fill her tightest hole. She applied way too much lube earlier. Now it's sticking to her cheeks and your thighs. Everytime she lifts herself off your lap, the two of you are connected by long, thick strings of lube.

Winter

"Oh, yes. You like it when I ride you, don't you?"

Winter moans in pleasure as she bounces on your cock. You have to hold back an amused smile. She thinks she looks so strong and dominant in that outfit, she decided that she's gonna be in control today. You let her be, for now, as you enjoy your small girlfriend riding you with no end in sight. Her tight pussy feels amazing as it glides up and down your length, it's grip tightening with every bounce she takes.

You can tell how it gets her going. That feeling of being the one in control. You get it. You have that irresistible urge to just use her tight, petite body all day every day. But for now, you let her have her fun. Your hands rest loosely on her waist as you admire her toned midriff, while Winter's own hands are holding onto your shoulders, her nails slightly digging into your skin.

Ningning

"Yes, just like that. Choke me."

Ningning moans as your hand around her throat tightens. Her own hands press onto your chest, supporting her weight, as she rides your cock at a quick pace.

Gone is the pretty, innocent girl who just woke up a couple of minutes ago. Ningning is now a little demon, tempting you to spend the entire day in bed with her.

"Choke me harder, oppa."

She whines, grabbing your arm and pushing your hand further against her throat. Your other hand is holding her waist, making sure that she is steady and secure on top of you.

"Oppa..."

Ningning calls for you, her breathing becoming heavier as she approaches her orgasm.

"Do it."

You tell her, using your hand around her throat to pull her down to you. Now, Ningning is bend over on top of you, but she keeps up the pace. She continues to ride your cock, while you hiss into her face, your own pleasure overwhelming you.

"Do it. Cum for me."

"Oppa..."

Another weak whine. Ningning holds on for barely a second longer and then cums on your cock. She slams herself onto your length, taking it as deep as possible. Now glued to your lap, she lets out a load moan, calling your name. Her whole body shakes, her pussy around your cock pulsating and contracting.

"Good girl."

You let go of her throat and caress her cheek, while Ningning is calming down.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?"

Ningning gives you a weak nod, before leaning into your hand. Her eyes close as she feels your hand on her waist move her lower body back and forth. She got you all worked up, now she has to take it all the way.

[barnacles34]

A Bourgeois Comedy

Male Reader x NJZ Haerin x NJZ Minji

18+ smut

a/n: I've been intensely sick these past days. Finally feeling better. Here's a little piece I did while I was sick. <3

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'Got a spare ounce of willpower?'

Minji didn't look up. 'Fresh out. Used it all resisting the urge to close this door.' 

'Harsh. What about caffeine? Any spare?'

'Machine's down the hall. Unless you've forgotten its location in the last twenty minutes?'

'Remember the location. Lack the motivation for the journey.' You leaned a shoulder against the frame. 'It's a whole thing.'

'Uh-huh.' Minji’s keyboard: click, click, tap. 'So you're just going to stand there?'

'It's low-energy loitering. Environmentally friendly.'

Her typing stopped. 'Go loiter somewhere else.'

'Can't. My energy reserves are critically low. Need a jumpstart.'

She finally turned her head. 'And how, precisely, do you plan on achieving that?'

'One second. Just a hand-hold. For sustenance. Come on.'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because.' Her fingers paused over the keys. A hesitation. 'No. Just… no.'

'Is it the wilting? Maybe I should get these dark circles fixed? Would that help my case?'

'No. Don't do that. Please.' 

'Ah, the first 'please' of the day. Mark it down.'

'Ugh.' Just a grunt.

'You know, I know a Dr. Kim. Gangnam street. Supposed to be good.'

A laugh finally escaped her. 'You’re impossible.'

'Wrong. Minji,' you held out your hand, palm up flat. 'See this? Put your hand here. Just for a second. Scout's honor, no biting.'

'You're such a damn dork.'

'And you're a total loser.' You pulled the door closed behind you.

Half-teasing, half-hope. That's the tightrope you walk. Minji's rule is simple: cross the line, you're gone. Permanently. But you haven't been booted yet. You keep pushing, and somehow, you stick.

—

Later. Deep into the evening. She’s curled against you on the couch - soft fabric, faint flowery scent, warm. Some dumb dog grooming competition plays, unnoticed. You lean into her warmth, let your breath out, a little too heavy.

She shifts.

Then, she stilled completely. 'Okay.'

'Okay, what? Finally admitting the poodle deserved that ribbon?'

She turned her head, slow. Her gaze locked onto yours. 'Okay. Kiss me.'

'...Say again?'

'Kiss. Me. Simple concept, right?' She paused, her lips looking tangible in the worst way possible; and her next word slipping out quieter, almost desperate, 'Please?'

You scanned her face. No joke. No test. The usual script, ripped up. The Tom & Jerry routine dissolved. Her expression wasn't asking; it was direct, almost impatient. She just upended the world and expected you to keep up. That look. Yeah. That did it.

You had to get the last word, had to twist the knife just a little before you - inevitably - lost yourself. 'Right now? During the Shih Tzu semi-finals? Classy, loser.'

Then your mouth was on hers, and the world dissolved.

Soft. Unbelievably soft. Faint sounds vibrated from her throat into your mouth. Pulling back felt like surfacing, gasping for air. You saw her then: wrecked, face flushed bright pink, heated, a touch of stunned deer in her wide eyes. She just watched you, breathing unevenly. Her hand came up, thumb brushing, feather-light, across your bottom lip. Her eyes, implacable; her fingers, gliding along the firmness of your face.

'Right,' she said. Squeaked, almost.

Then: 'Love me.'

There was no air between you anymore. Lips like candy, velvety, gliding sickeningly sweet against yours. 

—

There were days. You think. You lost track anyway; waking tangled with Minji, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, skin bare, both of you exhausted in that specific, amorphous, body dissolving satisfying way. It felt jarringly new and utterly inevitable, all at once. Quiet morning light catching her cheekbone - in those moments, you understood:

'I think,' you murmured one dawn, finger tracing the curve of her bare glowing shoulder, so perfect you wanted to latch onto it, and never let go, 'I'd actually die for you.'

Her eyes fluttered open. A slow, sleepy smile touched her lips. 'Weirdo love bombing.’

You stopped. Thought about it. 'Okay, maybe tiny bit. But I'm serious.' You held up a stray strand of her hair against the light. 'This one hair? In danger? I'm finding a sword.'

'You don't own a sword,' she mumbled, burying her face against your chest.

'I know.'

—

The power dynamic shifted. She called it 'collecting back-pay,' this sudden, focused intensity on you. Cat and mouse reversed. She’d walk in, keys still singing, kick off her shoes while her eyes hunted you down. Undoing her ponytail in that split second. A look that just said: you, now. Her lips, often faintly bruised by evening's end, found yours before a single 'hello'.

Zero complaints.

‘Can’t you just… call in sick, babe?’ she murmured one night, fingers twisting in your tie. The one she’d given you. The one you wore every damn day.

Babe. Still landed weird. Good weird.

‘Can’t. They made me 'important' now, apparently.'

‘That’s… good, right?’ Adorable, how serious she looked.

‘God, no. Means I work twice as long for maybe five percent more pay. It's crap.'

‘My poor suffering man.’ Her hands worked the knot loose, sliding the tie down. ‘You work so hard.’

‘You wouldn’t believe.’

She slipped off her little house slippers, then sank down to her knees on the rug before you, still holding the end of your tie.

‘Just relax,’ she said, looking up, her eyes dark. ‘Lean back. I’ll make it all better.’

She unbuckled your belt; pants heaved lower along your thigh; then, her soft breaths riding along your clothed hardness. Then inch by inch, her hand tousled the cloth down. Staring intensely, her breaths looming on your shaft. 

Then: she licked a stripe along the side of your cock. Hand along your shaft at the base, holding you still as she pressed soft trailing stripes. Just as her tongue made a desperate path along the head, her mouth devoured you. 

A few coughs, deeper still. Mouth working you loose. Little strips of her spit trailing down, her hollowed cheeks - your hands were about to tear the fucking couch apart.

Deeper down her throat, you were dying, literally, constricted in the heavenliest of vices - cock trapped in Minji’s throat - you sprayed ropes and ropes down her mouth.

‘Gross.’

Yet she swallowed.

And cleaned your cock; with a gaze that bared no tired eyes.

You were in for the night.

—

A few days passed. Messy days. You were stuck together until the very last minute - each and every day. Entangled together; Minji would apply her eyeliner as you caressed her cheeks, and she’d nibble the ridge of your jaw while buttoning your shirt. 

Brilliant days.

—

At home, on a foggy evening, you spread yourself against the couch - waiting for Minji to come home. The door clicked, and you could hear Minji shuffle into the door.

She met your gaze, ‘Give me a kiss.’

So you did. 

Going deeper, feeling the soft curves of her entire body, hidden under damning cloth.

‘I need to fuck you so bad.’ A whisper into her perfect ear.

‘Uh. Babe.' She coughed, more out of shock than anything else. 'I brought someone over.’

You looked past her. There was someone there, standing.

A flushing redness spread across her cheeks, and she bowed - no comment.

Sturdy stiff, flushed hot; you exchange glances with Minji, who so lovingly has creased eyes of joy for you - a hint that she’ll tease you for however long it stays on her mind.

Brush off imaginary dust, try to maintain some semblance of courtesy in front of someone who’s shell shocked.

‘Hey!’ Not the best introduction.

‘Hi…’

Minji came to save the day, ‘Introduce yourself, come on.’ She pressed a hand to Haerin, a nervous butterfly.

‘I’m Haerin.’

‘It’s nice to meet you, Haerin.’ You barely craggle out.

…

It’s white noise after this, you don’t remember anything; Haerin; that’s all you remember.

She was clad by a cloud of camo adjacents - green camo pants, a darker camo hat, and a grey jacket that clung against her slim body; but she was beautiful, wandering big eyes, thin long fingers decorated with painted nails.

Her eyes, even in careful rumination of Her, you gravitate toward her eyes - careful, soft, feline-like - as if any aspect of her was to be complement of her Eyes.

Dissonance escaped you after the first beer. In the kitchen, chopping up variations of aged cheeses, Minji stood adjacent to you cutting up fruits.

‘You’re hilarious.’

‘You should’ve told me.’

‘Told you what? Who could ever predict that you’d say that?’ She giggled some more.

‘Do you think she minds?’

‘Haerin? Probably. A little. Most likely. She’s just like that. Shy. Quiet. Very unresponsive.’

‘I made it worse.’

‘Probably.’

‘Fuuuuck.’

‘Come on. Don’t worry. You earned points with me.’ Tipping your chin up. She pressed a thumb against your lip - letting you taste the sweet fruits she cut - and kissed you soft. ‘You brazen bull.’ 

‘God. I need you so bad.’

‘Baby. Haerin’s in the living room. There’s time for that later.’

‘Please stop entertaining the possibility.’

‘I want it as much as you.’

‘ - But?’

‘Mysterious disappearances in the middle of friendly reunions don’t exactly spell out cordial, babe… Hey - come on - get off me - ngh.’

—

Some arbitrarily large amounts of alcohol later; red-stained wine glasses, charcuterie board stained with a variety of acidic ideals; you find Minji’s lips again. In front of Haerin. 

It’s capillary force, as natural as a plant seeks the sun or water: her lips. Soft against yours. The fact that Haerin’s watching? Mortifying. Absolutely so. But it’s destiny (what can you do against that?) so you delve.

You weren’t privy to what Minji or Haerin thought, it was just Minji’s fingers pressing notes of sing-song motivation with her fingers on your sides, and, you were sure of it, totally so: Haerin’s eyes indelibly locked in on your exchange. 

Voyeur. Is that it? She was a voyeur? You ask of Minji through the antiquated language of kissing the top of her lip, entering her mouth, sharing spittle. And she responds, licks back, moans softly: that’s it, she’s a voyeur. Cruel Minji. 

You try to mangle out a look at what she was doing with all this eyespace (was she pressing against her moistness hidden in soft cloth?) (finger-deep in herself?) (And.. Did she want to join?) (are her toes pressing deep into her slippers, barely maintaining herself?). 

Minji punished your nape for the slightest indolence, tight fingers, pulling you into her velvet mouth - the slightest breath between you forbidden - the softest exertion ignored - she was, at this moment, a machine.

Minutes passed like this, Haerin’s soft clothes mushing together, the squelches of Minji’s lips. Almost suffocating, Minji let you go - breathing heavily with beads of condensation floating on her honey forehead - so fucking hot. 

Your eyes landed on Haerin, and first thing, her eyes dilated full, like two black holes: the concept of irises ridiculous. As you stared at Haerin - not sure if she was finger-deep in herself; the majority of her hidden under the table - Minji breathed a bristling breath on your neck, and in an even more suggestive breath: ‘It’ll be fun.’

No answer.

The both of you knew. 

You waited for Haerin’s expression, as did Minji, for confirmation, or the nil possibility of her running out right this moment.

And so: her hands landed on the zipper of her jacket, and revealed a faintly pink tank-top. God almighty.

‘Follow me.’ Minji broke the silence.

You followed Minji as she tore off one layer after another, then splaying herself along a bed - half-naked - that spared no space for three - well, space for three if one was on top of each other. 

Then Haerin entered last. This time, you had a better view of her: beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. 

‘Now kiss.’ 

‘What?’ The both of you say.

‘Kiss each other. Go on.’ 

‘Uh…’ You look at Haerin. She looks back. This time, the floor wasn't so interesting; her eyes were on you.

‘No hand holding.’ You heard from the background. And you laugh: it’s all so absurd, Minji’s half-naked on the bed, your girlfriend of years, chest low and tight, pupils dilated, watching you kiss her friend. 

Kissed. Again and again. Saliva moist against Haerin’s lips, against yours, hers and yours. She tasted faintly of menthol, strong mint, a trite sensation against the soft weaves of her tongue against yours. Every breath held her scent, every breath she took spread on your skin like a breath against cold glass - her soft, beautiful little exhales. 

You had glimpses, of Minji, hand tucked deep into her pants, little shallow shadow-changes on the groin of her pants - what could only be her fingering herself. Lip-bitten raw, huffing, moaning softly with eyes that didn’t leave you. You were hard, unimaginably hard, almost passing out - Haerin’s kissing you, her delicate palms caressing the bristled nape of yours, and Minji, sat on the bed, finger-fucking herself with hawk-eyed concentration.

You began shuffling towards the bed, with Haerin’s lips buried into your neck, sucking phantom hickeys onto your neck. 

And Minji made space for you, sat a little to the side, held the hem of her pants to take it off. 

‘Minji.’

‘Babe.’ Her hands wrapped around your waist, and softly, inch by inch, she pulled down your pants. She kissed your navel, almost worshipping you, before pulling down the last piece of cloth that hid your member. It was the loudest silence. Two pairs of dilated eyes, engaged on your swollen member begging to be taken care of (which, inevitably, will happen). 

First, Minji’s hand encircled around your member; a few rough strokes; then saliva mixed unevenly on her palm, a smoother gliding sensation; soft strokes, Haerin’s eyes tracked every soft stroke, and each stroke led her closer towards you. 

Minji added a few more dribbles of her spit on the head, then her hands moved faster, and smoother. By the next stroke, her mouth circled your head, then she swallowed your cock. ‘Fuck, Minji.’ She murmured a bit before going deeper, her tongue massaging your underside, her mouth leaving thin trails of sheening spit all over your cock. She choked, once or twice. 

Haerin came closer, eye-level with Minji, eye-level with your cock. She was kneeling, like worship, like Minji. She was about to suck your dick. Pony-tailed hair. Waiting patiently as Minji sucked you off into the depths of hell. 

Then: Minji was off your cock with a soft pop. ‘Such a big fucking dick. I thought I had to share.’ Haerin flushed again, ‘I thought you wouldn’t tell him.’

‘Him? He knows. Haerin. Just give it all up. Suck his dick. Worship it. I want you to.’

Perhaps that’s what did her in; you know, just the way her eyes locked on your spit-sheened cock. Her thin perfect fingers encircling your shaft, teasing the soft rigidity, the gliding sensation of Minji’s spit clinging, and she went up and down, up and down - squelch after squelch. Her first peck followed not long after, her tongue caressed the pre cum leaking. Her mouth encircled the head of your cock, and her cheeks hollowed. ‘Fuck.’ ‘Is it good babe?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Instead of replying, Minji wrapped her tongue around one of your balls, sucking, teasing, worshipping your entirety. 

Your toes pressed firm against the mohair carpet. Haerin’s hands found themselves on your thighs as she took you deeper into her mouth.

The one who couldn’t even say a sentence to you, eyes stuck to the floor, now sucking your life out.

You began twitching; Minji under your balls, licking profanely; Haerin, taking you deep into her mouth, big eyes locked on to you, her perfumed hair yielding to your grasp. 

‘Get on the bed.’

The air dried blanket molded to their - now naked -  bodies. Golden light reflecting, blurring against their perfect skin. Two goddesses, placed parallel, eyeing you with an implacable lust. 

You entered Minji’s arms first. Who let out a sigh as you pressed your body weight against her; letting her hand curl against the back of your head; legs intertwining behind your back; and whispering Fuck Me.

Lining yourself up, you breathed one deep sigh into her neck. Before entering dead slow. Feeling every velvet fold of hers caressing your cock, soaking your cock in her tight pussy. The beautiful sounds she made. You pressed up to the hilt. ‘You’re so hard. Is it because Haerin’s watching?’ She giggled what she could, and lost what she had as you pumped into her one more time.

You smashed against her wet core again - making a wet slap - wringing out the most beautiful noises out of her. Slap, slap, slap, smashing your cock inside her, her perfectly molded pussy, wet with slick - some of it sticking and stringing along your shaft. 

‘Fuck me. Daddy. Fuck me.’

You desperately latch onto her mouth - exchanging a spit-stricken kiss as you fucked her over the cusp of her climax; Her loins shook, her body twitched, and she screamed euphoria into your mouth.

Through it all, Haerin pressed a palm against her pelvis - you had glimpses - her fingers worked along her delicate folds. She groaned, moaned, squealed. And as you hooked Minji's leg on your shoulder to show, exactly, how your dick went in undulations out of Minji’s wet core, Haerin came on her fingers. 

Then Minji cums on your cock. Breathing. Softly. Trying not to break anything you haven’t already broken, she pulls herself up, softly, head-level with you, ‘Now, there’s somebody waiting. Right there, and I need you to grant her wish.’

‘Being?’

‘You already know.’

You did. God almighty, you did. 

Haerin’s golden chest heaved as she recovered from the crest of her climax, and her eyes - god, her eyes - invited you over with a gaze that insisted upon itself. 

You start moving over, Minji’s palm sliding along your forearm - telling you that it’s alright, that she wants to watch, maybe even join. 

Apropos of all that happened before, you slid, softly, into Haerin’s arms. Your lips molding against hers; your hands pressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh, vis a vis open up; and from then on, you lined your slimy cock at her entrance, her glossy entrance, and entered.

She squealed, right in your ear. Held you tight like she might crumble to dust otherwise. 

Minji hobbled over, hovering just above, ‘Is it good, Haerin?’

She didn’t reply. Sounds of her slick moisture. Of her raggedy breaths broken by the thumb between her teeth. Large eyes that stayed closed for the most part. 

You latched onto her neck, still ravenously pressing yourself into Haerin. Her body recoiled against your latter strokes. Little wet sounds. Soft moans. Minji held her shoulders down as you went deeper. Right up to the hilt. That’s when she groaned, that’s when she really loosened up. Then, her body chased your cock. Gripped. Soft wet sounds turned blasphemous. As if slapping a body of water in a cave. Minji observed with delight, and kissed Haerin’s cheeks to encourage her to keep up.

You left her neck, kneeling in an upright position. Moving against her faster now, holding her soft waist: a handle. Back arching, she squealed another time - finally, reaching the cusp of her orgasm. Softly shaking under your touch. Her bristled skin - full of electric lust. Droplets passed along your shaft. But you didn’t stop. 

You pressed four fingers against her softly curved navel and a thumb on her clit.

Minji looked at you with a wry smile.

You fucked Haerin hard. To the point of muscle failure. Triceps blazing hot; thighs worn out; and a tuckered Haerin with sweat pressed god-like into her skin.

With cum seeping out of her pussy.

Wherein, Minji collected it all in her tongue. And kissed Haerin.

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