#dirty while fucking around with their boyfriends and friends. and Ghost. they do have a few casual outfits from them but they still mostly

[nonuggetshere]

I keep imagining Lummis and Petunia in different outfits but never Flower, they always stay in their black pants and white shirt getup unless for special occasions, and I think the funniest possible explanation to this is if they have like 20 pairs of identical pants and shirts

Which makes sense if they're the Pure Vessel. Just throw something comfortable and practical but still okay-looking by noble standards on them when not on duty and sew a shitton of these bad boys for them, it's not like they have an opinion or preference or even need to be fashionable. Basic stuff will do.

The side effect of this is the fact post-reveal they still wear the same goddamn thing 7 days a week

And also they're autistic/neurodivegent in general. Having a duplicate or two (or 20) of their favourite comfy outfit is handy, and finding new clothes that don't have Bad Texture or annoying tags is a chore and a half.

[werecreature-addicted]

consider: you fucking every other wolf in Jock Werewolf's pack (presumably all his best friends) without him in order to make him jealous

incase anyone didn't see I've decided to name Jock bully werewolf Ceaser :3

I don't think sleeping with his friends/packmates would work as well as you're hoping. for one Ceaser is MORE than happy to share you with other guys, as far as he's concerned, they'll fail to please you the way that he can and you'll have to come crawling back to him begging for his dick like a slut the way you always do.

Then the real fun begins. he's going to punish you all night for being such a cock whore and let all his friends watch and sneer about what a useless cum dump you are. His friends trade stories about what you did for them how you fucked them and he makes sure you do every single dirty thing again for him.

He'll make you ride one of his friend's smaller cocks as a way to stretch your pussy out for him and his big alpha knot. Because he is the Alpha, everyone follows his rules. The pack only ever looked twice at you because he let them. there was never any chance of you sneaking behind his back with his buddies, they told him right away, now you're in for it, he'll fuck you like a whore, since that's clearly what you want.

Now you going and talking to some other alpha... that will get to him. This isn't someone he can control as easily. He hasn't claimed you as his mate, you aren't even a member of his pack, he has no real claim over you.

This other Alpha is sweet, a natural leader, good with people, and charming. everything a real alpha should be. He likes listening to you talk, and always knows just what to say if you're upset. he's a really good friend and he's hot too.

It would be so easy to fall for him and your asshole kind of boyfriend kind of bully fully knows that. at first, he tries pulling you back the good old-fashioned way. eating your pussy like it's his life's work. He'll even stay the night, watch one of those shitty movies you like so much and let you cuddle up against him while it plays. if that doesn't work and you insist on still seeing that other guy...well he can play hardball too.

Most werewolves come from big families with at least four or five siblings running around, and that's true for this nicer Alpha. He just so happens to have a little sister who he adores. She's only a year younger but still the baby of the family. Ceaser pounces on her. He's nice and friendly, kind in a way he never is with you, he acts like the perfect bad boy with a heart of gold, and he takes the younger sister out on rides on his motorcycle around the neighborhood and to get ice cream.

It's all bullshit of course. He hates this spoiled brat and he hates faking being nice, but it works, it gets her older brother's attention. They fight back and forth for a little bit before coming to a mutual agreement Ceaser will stop seeing his sister if the other alpha agrees to never speak to you again. Everyone's happy win-win.

Well except for the sister who just got ghosted and for you who just lost a friend. Don't cry sweetheart your alpha will be home soon to fuck you until you forget everything but Ceaser's name.

[satorusugurugurl]

Pairing: Geto Sugurux FAB!Reader

Warning: dirty talk, a little knife play, no blood, squirting, degradation, kitchen sex!

Word Count: 4,740

A/N: A modern college AU!! I just kept thinking of two things. Suguru Geto and a Ghost-Face mask! This is my first post!!

Summary: When you fall asleep waiting for your boyfriend Geto Suguru to get home, you pass out holding your book. The dark romance smut book. The same book your boyfriend picks up and reads. A masked stalker? Geto can give you exactly what you want!

MINOR DNI!!!

The second Geto walked into your shared apartment, the tension in his shoulders seemingly vanished. The stress of his night classes and future exams didn't matter. He took his shoes off. All that mattered was being here at home with you.

Treading into the kitchen, Geto blinked, stunned not to find you sitting at the counter—the spot you had claimed for the last three nights. You sipped on a cup of tea while reading the pages of your newest book, where you asked about his day and seemed hesitant when he asked you about yours. But that had to be because you were lost in your book.

Heading into the bedroom, Geto grinned, finding you curled on your side. Upon hearing your soft breathing, Geto treaded carefully toward your side of the bed. From the book barely in your grasp to the entire cup of tea on the nightstand, Geto could piece together what had happened.

You tried staying up late for the fourth night to welcome him home. It came as no surprise that you had fallen asleep. You were so selfless and caring; those were a couple of the many things Suguru loved about you. You deserved a good night's rest. Grabbing the book, Geto glanced around for your bookmark. He reached over your body, mindlessly searching for it under the blankets.

The second he pulled it out from the blankets, he opened the book to place it securely where you'd left off. But just before he closed the book, a particular line caught his attention. ‘My masked stalker bent me over the counter, tossing his knife to the side before he buried his cock inside of me.’ Suguru read the line over and over again before peering down at you.

What kind of book were you reading? You were his sweet, high fantasy fairy romance-loving girlfriend? The same girl that gets flustered over the couple having to share a bed at an inn?

Well, this was a pleasant surprise.

With his interest peeked, Suguru sat in the living room reading the first few chapters of your dirty, dark romance. Calling it that was an understatement. This book was filthy. The stalker wore a Ghostface mask, fucked the heroine with the handle of a knife, and killed anyone that touched her. The sex scenes were so dark, gruesome, and arousing. He could see why you hadn't been able to put it down.

And why you were always flushed when he came home.

He wasn't an idiot; he knew why you liked it. The author described the stalker character as tall, long dark hair, and incredibly strong. You saw him in this character. Was that why you were so hesitant every night he had come home? Did you want something from him? Perhaps some role-playing?

The more he read, the harder his cock throbbed. This book was what you had been squirming and fantasizing about. And if his assumptions were correct, these were things you might want to try out. How cruel would it be to allow you to continue to suffer in silence? What kind of boyfriend would he be?

With a few taps on his phone, Suguru smirked as he got the notification that his package would arrive tomorrow. There was no going back now. All he could do was wait.

(~)(~)(~) (~)(~)(~) (~)(~)(~)

“Did you finish it?” Shoko asked through your phone as you stepped off the elevator on the third floor.

“No, I passed out reading last night. I'll finish it tonight, though.”

“Are you going to ask Suguru to buy a Ghost-Face mask?”

The teasing tone in your friend's voice made you blush. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you fucking wanted to. Reading Leo’s Throne had awakened things you didn't know you were into. Like choking, biting, rough sex, and being chased by a sexy masked man.

Sighing heavily, you stopped, “Shoko, please,” she giggled at your pain, “it's embarrassing! I don't want him to think I'm some fucked up delinquent.” The line grew silent as hushed whispers bickered on the other line.

“Uhm, I hate to break it to you.” Gojo chimed in, “But beating your meat to a girl getting fucked with the handle of a kni-”

“Shut up!”

More laughter erupted from the other line. “Look, we're not kink-shaming you. We're just encouraging you to talk to Suguru.” Shoko continued as Gojo cackled.

“That doesn't make me feel any better.” A whine worked its way up your throat.

It wasn't like sex with Geto was dull! Not in the slightest. You had never squirted until you met your fantastic boyfriend. The man left your legs trembling and tears running down your face whenever you were intimate. But you just wanted something different. Different as in your boyfriend acting as if he was your masked stalker. Doing that meant you would be asking him to be rougher than he ever had been before.

Oh yeah, how could that ever be mortifyingly embarrassing?

“Just go at your own pace, Y/N. Don't force yourself if you're not comfortable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I just got home. I'll see you two later.”

With a final goodbye, you shoved your phone into your pocket as you unlocked the door to your and Suguru’s shared apartment. It was Friday, so he would be home tonight, seeing as he had no night classes. Now would be the ideal time to discuss the kinky things you wanted to try. For Suguru to be rougher, possibly wear a mask. . .and to chase you around the apartment before he fucked the air out of your lungs.

No holding back! Shoko and Gojo were right. There was no harm in asking!

As you stepped into the apartment, you knew something was different. The sun had just begun to set, and the living room light was off. Which was strange, seeing as it was on a timer. Did the apartment lose power or something?

“Suguru?” No answer. “Suguru, I'm home!” you announced as you slipped your tennis shoes off.

“Welcome home.” Hearing your boyfriend's voice from within eased your nerves.

“Hey, what's going on with the lights? Did we lose power or something?” Without Suguru’s response, you found your answer, noticing the stove clock and refrigerator buzzing hum. “Babe?”

Silence passes by before his chuckle resonates from down the hall. “I turned them off.” That was the only response you got back.

“Why?”

“I thought I would set the mood.”

“I'm sorry. What mood are you trying to set?”

“I'm thinking we could play a little, angel~.”

Your body stiffened, not from his tone or the way he was acting, but because he called you Angel. Never once in your two-year relationship or your five-year friendship has Geto Suguru called you Angel. But Leo Rainsworth, the stalker from Leo’s Throne, called the heroine Angel all the damn time. Because she was so pure, he saw himself as a dark demon.

You were fucked.

“Ohh fuck.”

Another dark chuckle echoes from down the hall. “Oh, fuck is right. You fell asleep with your book in your hand last night. I just happened to read a couple of chapters.” Floorboards creaked from the dark hall. “I just have to say, I didn't know you were into kinky shit like that.” Another creak had your heart thundering against your ribcage.

“I-I well, it was—” you stuttered, trying to find the right words. There was no denying Suguru had found your smut. So you might as well tell him the truth. “It was so fucking hot.”

“Was it now?” You hummed in response. “Were you wanting to try some of that stuff? Is that why you stayed up late waiting for me this week? You were hesitant to ask, weren't you? Didn’t want me to know how fucking kinky you are?”

“Y-Yeah, I wanted to ask, but I was nervous. I didn’t know if it would be a turn-off?”

Suguru sighed heavily. “Well, seeing as someone doesn't know how to communicate their wants.” The sound of something, hard, being dragged over the wall made your pussy clench. “I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.”

A whimper passed through your lips. Holy fuck, the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to handle. Shifting your legs, you felt just how wet you were. Your panties were utterly soaked with your arousal. Fuck this hot.

“Fuck.”

“Do you want this?” There was no trace of teasing in Suguru’s voice. He was serious, wanting to know if you were okay with this continuing. “Are you comfortable?”

“God, yes. I-I want this Sugu.”

The response was so sudden it took both of you off guard. No hesitation, no questions asked. Just a simple answer. One that was about to rock your world.

“What’s our safeword?”

“Pineapple.”

“And our safety colors?”

“Green for good, yellow means I need you to slow down, or I need to take a break, and red means stop.” You recited, stepping out of the kitchen to look down the dark hallway for your boyfriend. The eagerness was moving you a step closer to his voice.

“You use them if things get too intense. It doesn't matter how far we get. I could be inside you, but if you say red, we stop.”

“Right, I understand.”

A tall silhouette strutted forward as your eyes finally adjusted to the dark hallway. “Good girl,” he says, taking another step forward. “Now, do me a favor.” Suguru stepped out into the living room, and you swear your heart dropped into your stomach. “Run.”

Your boyfriend is shirtless, black jeans clinging to his hips. Dragging your eyes up, you bite down on your bottom lip. Every fantasy you had in the last four days comes true in seconds. Suguru’s handsome face was hidden behind a Ghostface mask. Making it impossible to read his expressions, which made this ten times hotter. The uncertainty of what was going on through his head had you clenching your thighs together.

“I said run,” he repeated, holding up a large plastic prop knife, “Angel.”

You turned, running towards the kitchen, your socks sliding against the hardwood floor. Just as you slid, a rush of air grazed your back. Looking over your shoulder, you inhaled, seeing your boyfriend on your trail. He didn’t even give you a head start. Goddamn, he was playing the part well. Ducking slightly, you pushed forward, stumbling, only to hear Suguru curse as he missed you again.

“Holy shit, what happened to a ten-second head start?” You gasped out, standing at the far side of the kitchen island.

“Tsk,” he ran his thumb over the knife's hilt, “and give you a chance to get away? I don’t think so.”

Suguru moved, walking towards you as you stepped back. He was like a great white shark, circling the kitchen island, stalking his prey. Which just so happened to be you. Knowing that at any moment he could charge you, it had your pussy throbbing in need.

“Oh shit.” You looked around, thinking of what to do. Heading to the living room would result in a short-lived chase. If you took it to the bedroom, you might just end up begging for him to fuck you. “Fuck, fuck me.”

“Oh, I intend to. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have to cancel all of your plans tomorrow.” He smirked. “Not only will you not be able to walk, but I will mark you up. Make you even prettier than you already are.”

“T-That can only happen if you catch me.”

Hearing those words made Suguu’s body stiffen. His ab’s were rising and falling with labored breathing. Your eyes darted towards the prop knife, watching his fist clenched harder around it.

“If?” He asked, placing his free hand over the marble counter. “Baby, it’s not a question of if.” He leaned towards you. “It’s a question of when.”

Mouth dry, you gulped before slowly smirking. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.”

“Ooh,” Suguru scoffed, “remember those words when my cock is slamming into your cervix.”

It happened so fast that it made your head spin. Like a predator, Suguru gracefully leaped, sliding over the marble countertop. Your jaw dropped as you stumbled back, staring at Suguru as he towered over you. He didn’t even give you a chance to process what was happening. His large hand grabbed you by the back of your neck. Suddenly, Suguru had you turned around and bent over the counter.

“What was that about seeing me try?” His voice was thick with need. “Well, look at you now, bent over the counter just like the heroine in your nasty. . .little. . .book.”

You knew that your inner thighs were slick with your arousal. “Oh my god.” You squirmed under Geto’s grasp, which made him push down on your neck harder.

“It was hard to imagine my sweet vanilla girlfriend getting off on something so dark and demented.” You jolted as he kicked at your ankles, spreading your legs further apart. “But seeing you like this, squirming, breathing heavily, I can see you aren’t as vanilla as I assumed.” His knee slid between your legs, pressing his knee firmly against your clothed cunt. “Tell me~ are you soaked, you nasty slut?”

“S-Sugu~!” You cried out, rocking your hips back against his knee.

“As pretty as my name sounded coming out of your mouth, it wasn’t an answer to my question.” His left hand slowly grazed under your shirt. “Perhaps I need to be rougher~?”

Before you could fathom that, cool steel grazed over the small of your back. The metal barely touched you, but it was still a sharp contrast against your rapidly heating skin that grounded you. Being grounded made things clearer as you realized that the prop knife Suguru was holding was, in fact, not a prop.

It was real.

“S-Suguru, is that real?”

Upon hearing your words, Suguru pulled the cool blade away. “Yeah, it is.” Suguru stared down at your bent form, waiting for you to respond. Your body had tensed up when he confirmed the steel was, in fact, real. “Are you okay? What color are you feeling? Talk to me, baby.” He wasn’t going to assume just because you hadn’t used your designated safe word or a color that, you were okay. “Babe, I need an answer.”

For just a moment, he assumed that maybe he had crossed a line. Before the doubt could settle in his gut, he watched as your stiff body melted against the kitchen island. Your hips rocked harder against his knee as your cunt throbbed through your leggings. A breath caught in his throat, seeing how you desperately humped his knee. Gritting his teeth, he fought against the urge to rock his hips against you. Despite your body’s actions and the desperation in your movements, he still needed an answer.

“Princess,” he groaned, “color.”

“Green!” You cried out, rocking harder. “Fucking green!”

“Good girl,” he fisted you t-shirt. “I’ll buy you another.”

You cocked an eyebrow, trying to look behind. “Another who—“You were cut off when Suguru stabbed the knife through your shirt. “Holy shit!” You slowed your movements as you listened to Suguru rip our shirt up the middle of your back.

“Oooh~ look at how pretty you are.” The knife slid under the hem of your leggings. “Bent over the counter.” With the jerk of his hand, you listened as your pants became his next victim. “Surrounded by the clothes I ripped off of you.”

He repeated the process, your thong and bra following your leggings, and that littered the floor. The whole situation was erotic; you felt your slick seep out of you, dripping shamelessly to the ground. You’d never been so fucking aroused. You needed Suguru so bad.

“S-Sugu, please!”

“Please, what?” His right hand left your neck, fingers trailing down your back. “Use your words.”

“Please, touch me!”

He hummed, training his fingers lower and lower before for inched over your ass. “Please!” a loud smack flooded the kitchen, followed by a sharp stinging pain over your ass.

“I told you to use your words, angel!” He snarled, pressing his body against yours. The knife pressed firmly against your cheek. “Tell me what you want slut.”

“F-Finger me! Fuck m, please! I need you!!” You cried out in desperation. Pleased with your begging, Suguru slapped your ass again before he wrapped his right arm around your waist, dipping between your legs. His fingers quickly began rubbing quick circles around your throbbing clit. “Fuck!!”

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” he increased the speed of his fingers, “it wouldn't take much to make you cum would it?”

He was right; it wouldn't take much to make you cum. “M-More!” You begged as he removed his knee. “Please don't te-AH!” Two thick fingers plunged inside your tight cunt.

“Heh,” he chuckled, “fuck your pussy is clamping down on me!” Suguru immediately set a brutal pace, curling his fingers up, reaching a little further as he rubbed your g-spot. “My dirty princess,” he fucked into your sweet spot over and over and over again. Not once letting up. “Does that feel good? I can feel your cunt twitching.”

“S-So good~! S-Sugu! Ah fuck, fuck!” his thumb reached up, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “I-I’m gonna~!”

The cool steel of the knife pressed harder against your face. “Yeah?” Weakly, you opened your eyes, coming face to face with the Ghostface mask. “You look at me when you cum on my fingers.” His words made the coil in your abdomen tighten. “Eyes on me, angel~ you be a good girl and cum for me.” How could you deny him?

“C-cumming! I'm c-cumm—” A scream left your lips as you came. Your pussy clamped down on Suguru’s fingers as a stream of clear liquid squirted out of you. Feeling your juices hit the ground, spreading under his bare feet, ignited a need in Suguru.

“That's it!” He all but yelled. “Fuckin’ good girl~ so good.” Seeing you squirt always riled him up. Good god, he needed to see it again.

You had thought that he was going to work you slowly through your orgasm like he usually did. But not once did he slow down. Instead, he curled his fingers deeper, his pace not flattering, moving in and out faster and harder. All you could do was lay there, legs shaking as he finger fucked you.

“S-Suguru, w-what?!” you cried out as he growled in your ear.

“Again, I need you to fucking squirt again.”

“B-But Sugu, I want you!” Tears flooded your eyes, the pleasure becoming more intense with each thrust of his fingers.

“I know, I know, baby, give me one more and I fuck you.”

Seeing the tears spilling over your cheeks made Suguru throb harder. “Sugu~! I—” Suguru pressed the knife harder against your cheek.

“I don't remember asking. I’m telling you, you're going to squirt again.”

The chill of his words and the knife had your eyes rolling back. It was so overwhelming, so much pleasure. Your thighs were shaking, knees buckling in as he slammed directly into each g-spot. The coil tightened harder and harder until it snapped.

“That’s it!” Suguru praised, growling as your pussy fluttered around his fingers. “Come on, cum for me, cum on my fingers. Make a mess!” Your screams were music to his ears as he felt you cum. You squirted hard, coating your thighs, his jeans, and the floor.

He pulled his fingers out, glancing at your cum, that was dripping off his fingers. The two of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. Suguru’s cock was so hard, the tip leaking pre-cum, painting the inside of his boxers. He knew you were enjoying this, but holy shit, he was enjoying it just as much, if not more.

“S-Sugu-”

Hearing your shaking voice brought him back to reality. His right hand gently rubbed up and down your back. “You okay? Need a break?” He watched as you shook your head. Your Y/E/C eyes were glazed over with lust as you pressed your ass back against his hips rubbing slowly against his cock.

“No fuck me, please fuck me. I-I need your cock.”

You listened to him growl deep in his chest. Suddenly, you heard his belt being undone, followed by his zipper. You didn't know what to expect. He seemed so calm and collected. But any average, calm person would not have tossed a knife to the ground. He most definitely would not have grabbed your hips so tight before suddenly slamming his cock deep inside your tight cunt.

The sudden fullness of his cock caused the air to escape your lungs. Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as Suguru pulled nearly out before slamming back inside you. Feeling your tight twitching walls hug his cock so snuggly had Suguru feral. He had no control over himself as he pounded your pussy, harder and harder with each thrust. He was so deep his tip gently pressed into your cervix.

“Oh, my fuckin fuck!” You cried out, his left hand gently pressing your head against the counter. “S-Su—gu—-ru!!” each syllable of his name was fucked out of you by his thrusts.

“Yeah~?” His hand left your head. Instead, his long fingers wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing. “Feels good? You like it like this?”

“Y-Yeah!! Deep so fucking deep!!”

“Fuck yeah, I am~ I feel your pussy clamping down. Did you imagine this~? Imagine me fucking you just as rough?” all you could manage to do was nod. “You like your stalker fucking your tight cunt?”

That sweet, smokey tone of his voice, your boyfriend's voice, had you clamping down harder on him. He was right; you did want this, and you fantasized about asking him to do precisely this. And he had fulfilled your fantasy, going above and beyond to make it perfect. He was perfect, so fucking good to you.

“Sugu~ Suguru~”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want~? Faster? Harder?” When you shook your head, he slowed his thrusts just a tad bit. “No~? What do you need.” His hand squeezed harder around your throat, cutting some of your air off.

You almost told him to keep going when he choked you like that. With a shaky moan, you turned, staring into the eyes of the Ghostface mask. “I-I want a kiss.” Out of all the things he had expected you to say, that wasn't one of them. But Get Suguru wasn't the kind of man to deny Y/L/N Y/N.

A whimper sounded from deep in your throat as Suguru gently pulled out. His hand slid down your curves, turning you around to face him. In the dying twilight light, you stared at the sweat beading against his skin, slowly running down his ab’s. Trailing your eyes up, his skin was illuminated by the soft pink and lilac tones from outside. After taking in his body, your Y/E/C landed on the mask.

His hand left your hip, tugging the mask off his head. Suguru’s dark eyes were glazed over with love and desire. His dark bun was messy; his bangs were sticking to his face by the sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. He was such a stunning man. And he was yours.

Tossing the mask to the side, Suguru’s hands grabbed your hips, placing you on the counter. As soon as you were settled, his lips slammed against yours in a heated kiss. One that made your toes curl as you matched his pace, kissing back with the same enthusiasm and force. It was the kind of kiss that made you moan into his mouth as he gently pulled you towards the edge, his free hand easing his hot cock back inside your pussy.

“Suguru.” You moaned against his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside. “Mhmm.”

Your tongues massaged each other in a slow sensual kiss as he fucked you deeply. It was so good. He tasted good, felt good, god, he smelt so good. Everything about this night was good.

“Fuck, Y/N-“ he growled, pulling away, “I love you. You feel so good, so perfect. You’re such a good girl.” His words made your heart race as you kissed him again.

“Love you too~ so much, thank you for this~” Your praises had him groaning deeply into your mouth. His thrusts increased in speed and power as he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

Suguru slid his hand down between your conjoined bodies, rubbing your clit in fast circles. “Cum for me, Y/N, milk my cock, baby~ I wanna cum inside you.” Arching your back, a string of moans erupted from your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Y/N fuck, yes, just like that~”

“I'm gonna cum!” you cried out against his mouth. “Sugu, I'm cumming baby~ c-cu—” Your warning was cut off by a scream as your walls clamped down on his cock, milking him.

“Fuck~! Fuck! You're so tight~ tighter than ever.” Suguru grunted, kissing and nipping at your neck as he bit down on your skin. “Focus on my cock~ feel me~ feel it~ Fuck! I'm cumming!” Pulling you tighter against him, Suguru’s thrusts became messy before you felt his cock throb hard. Ropes of hot cum filled your pussy, and he kept thrusting, fucking it deep inside you as he rode the waves of both your orgasms.

By the time he stopped, the sun was long gone, and the entire apartment was enveloped in darkness. Not that either of you cared. Nothing mattered as you two basked in the afterglow. Your heart rates and breathing went from ragged and fast-paced to shallow and calm. The entire time you came down, Suguru had you firmly pressed against his bare chest. He was holding you as close as he could as you both recovered.

Hours seemed to pass before Suguru slowly lifted you off the counter. You rested your head against his shoulder as he carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you on the bed. Without a word, Suguru left the room and returned with a bottle of water and a warm rag. He cleaned you up, his eyes occasionally meeting yours as he smiled fondly.

Your cheeks burned as you returned his loving smile. “Drink some water. I'll be right back,” he said, handing the bottle to you before heading back to the kitchen.

He was gone for several minutes before he returned. “Where did you go?” You asked, watching as he came back in just in his boxers.

“I wanted to clean up real quick,” he responded, crawling into bed and wrapping his toned arms around you. “Tossed my stuff in the washer, yours in the trash.”

“Damn,” you giggle, “I loved that shirt.” Suguru chuckled, pulling you tighter against him.

“Sorry, I'll buy you another.”

“Nah, it's okay.” you hummed, “it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.” You turned to face him. “Thank you again, that was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Suguru gently cupped your face in his hand. “I love you very much.”

“I love you too.”

He gently pressed a kiss against your lips. He was holding you firmly again at him. This evening was the perfect way to end a week. Fantastic sex snuggling your boyfriend, you couldn't ask for a more ideal night—a night where your fantasy had come true.

“So,” Suguru started, “I bought you the rest of the series of Leo’s Throne. We need to reenact some more scenes, I think.”

Pulling back, you couldn't stop the laughter rising in your chest. “Baby, seriously? Did you buy them for me or yourself?” you cocked an eyebrow as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed.

“What a silly question,” he pulled you on top of him, “I bought them for us!”

“You read the whole book, didn't you?”

“. . .”

“Oh my god, you did.”

“. . .I will say the ending had me running to the bookstore this morning. To have the hero—” You clamped your hand over his mouth.

“No spoilers!”

[poppy-metal]

augh grovelling loser married artashi.... i got really really carried away im so sorry

they want you back - they want you back so fucking bad. it haunts them every minute of every damn day. the memory of you hangs between them like a death sentence. art hates it. art's guilty over it. art remembers too well the feeling of fucking you, and he did fuck you, didn't "make love" to you the way he does with tashi. he fucked you, good and proper, like the whore you were. he dressed you in fancy clothes and pretended you didn't exist. he fucked you in hotel rooms and changed the sheets before tashi came back. every which way he wanted: rough, dirty, messy. bent over or on your knees or on your back. he spat on you, covered you in his cum, slapped you around, and the worst part of it all was you liked it. told him, "yeah, daddy, feels so good, daddy, more--"

tashi can close her eyes and conjure up that night she caught you two with painful ease. the night she made art "love" you, let you have that one nice thing before she turned you out. the night she reduced him to a crying, whimpering, begging mess, much to your shock, because that was what you looked like beneath him. and then that was it, it was over. you lost possibly the best fuck you'd ever had, and a few thousands you could have had in clothes, and you tried to move on.

they didn't. they lost the most passion and interest their bedroom life has had in ages. there was a sick connection there, between them, over you. through you, maybe. it felt good for tashi and art to have you, use you, own you. they liked it. they had been good together for you. what the fuck were they supposed to do now, when the ghost of you whispers through everything they do? a forgotten set of lingerie delivered to them, something tashi would never wear. a faint trace of cheap vanilla perfume, girlish and slightly floral, lingers on one of art's shirts. a photo resurfaces in an encrypted, secret camera folder of a dripping cunt squeezing around art's cock. you're everywhere, and you're gone.

art wants to go running back, but it takes a lot more effort for tashi duncan to grovel. to beg. but you were good for them. you might even be good for art's game, if he can have you with permission. so she relents. at first, it's gifts. with notes. expensive gifts - you know they could have only come from one place. shoes in your size. clothes to your measurements. a perfume, a lipstick, a giant arrangement of flowers. and you're trying to move on, really, you are, get a boyfriend your age who isn't married, but it's hard when you get to stare at the elegant, looping handwriting on all the expensive, cream-coloured stationary: come back. let us love you. let us take care of you. we love you. let us treat you like we should. a.d & t.d. and then you start to relent. coffee, at first. then brunches, dinners. a movie premiere, a concert for a band you like. you let them befriend you. you let art know you in a way he didn't before - your favourite foods and colours, the music you listen to, the nicknames your friends call you as inside jokes - and you let tashi meet you for the first time. how you take your coffee and how you like to dress. the car you drive and the way you eat your food.

god, and when they finally have you for the first time? well, they really, really want to show you how sorry they are. tashi eats you out with a meticulous precision - she's so good at it, and she hasn't gotten to eat a girl out in so fucking long. they spend ages with you, pressing kisses to every inch of your skin, telling you how beautiful you are, how well you behave for mommy and daddy. art mouths at your tits and your shoulders and your neck. they lavish you, worship you, revere you, because they're just so, so sorry. tashi preps you well for art's big cock. she plays with your clit while he fucks you - no, while he makes love to you.

you tell them you might need a few more apologies before you take them back.

KITTTTTTT

groveling artashi...... them buying you expensive gifts.... getting them to admit that you're the something missing from their marriage and they need you back to feed that spark - but they hurt you so bad. you felt used and discarded by them, always a second choice for art, just a toy for tashi to manipulate. it takes alot more than just pretty expensive gifts for you to consider falling back into their bed -

it's hard to keep your cool, though when art asks, with his expressive blue eyes and prince charming disposition - "be my girlfriend. please? i miss you." and it isn't lost on you that he doesn't include tashi in that statement, he's making it known he wants you on his own - and it's hard not to fold into his arms.

it's even harder when tashi asks. you didn't even know that was an option for her - that she desired you more than a sexual object. takes you on an expensive dinner date and slides close to you in the booth as she buys you wine. buys your whole meal, actually. "this could be all the time. if you let me take care of you - I know you want that. girls like you shouldn't be independent." stroking her finger down your arm. "you need a mommy." her hands on your knee now, sliding up the dress she'd had sent to your apartment specifically for tonight. the one you put on, despite everything. "and a daddy." you can't help but spread your thighs. you tell yourself it's fine because you haven't verbally given in yet, you haven't said the words. even if you let her slip a hand into your panties and stroke your cunt.

you don't say yes, even when she brings you to a hotel after and slips your dress off and lays you out and presses her slick pussy against yours - you don't say yes, but you do whine so pretty for her - you do spread your legs and let her fuck you, you do moan when she tells you she's going to ride art later and tell him about this - about your slick little pussy under hers - and how he's going to cum thinking about fucking you himself.

"he misses you so much. you're killing him - keeping this tight cunt to yourself. you know it belongs to daddy, baby. you know you're going to let us have you again and again and again, whenever we fucking want. keep making us work for it - it's just going to make it so much fucking better when you're back in our bed."

[webslingingslasher]

peter is definitely my favorite boy. but, oh god, ethan is just smth else 😫😫 got me wishing i were taylor for a min

ok wait- why did this just happen?

your blood ran ice cold, you've always heard of it happening, but you've never felt it. you didn't know it could actually happen, but you had icy veins and a dropped jaw.

your entire world broke apart in one second.

peter was kissing taylor.

and it wasn't a 'friendly' kiss, not that you thought one exsisted, but it would be better than watching him squeeze her ass and taylor poke her tongue in peter's mouth.

you always thought that if something like this would happen you would raise hell, screaming, throwing things everywhere. spilling all his dirty secrets and embarrassing him like he did you.

but you were glued to the floor, your gut twisting with each kiss.

'stop it, trouble!' you don't know how you didn't collapse, the name he's only ever used for you was being tossed around like it meant nothing.

how could peter do this to you?

how could peter do this to his best friend?

'enjoying the show, you peeper?' it's wild to think ethan's okay with it, but his relationship, their rules. you were not okay with it in the slightest, and your feelings weren't taken into consideration.

"what? how long has this been happening?"

ethan chuckles, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead. "feeling alright, princess?"

the fuck did he just call you?

you turn to look behind you, "who's a princess?"

ethan wraps an arm around your neck tugging you into him, he kisses your cheek and you look at peter. he's got himself slotted between taylor's legs while she sat on the counter, kissing over her face while they talk softly.

"stop looking at parker." you're too dazed to push ethan away when he kisses your cheek again.

"he's kissing taylor."

"uh huh," you close your eyes when peter kisses down her neck.

"and you're okay with this?"

ethan grabs your chin to look at him, "yeah, he's my best friend. why wouldn't i be happy for him?" you feel like you're going crazy, does no one understand how fucked every thing was?

you shove his hands away, "cause he's kissing her!" ethan's face went hard, "why do you care about who parker's kissing? i'm your boyfriend!"

you pause, and shake your head like a wet dog.

"no, you're not."

"what? yes i am, do you not remember that? i asked you after i made you that blanket."

"the one you crocheted?" ethan hums, you squeeze your eyes and hold your breath when he gives you a delicate kiss. you can't think of anything other than peter.

"no- ethan, you made that for taylor. not me."

"I didn't make anything for taylor, i...' ethan grabs your face and looks you over, "honey, are you feeling okay?"

you explode, how dare he ask you if you were feeling okay. you feel like you're being fucked with, the most intense game of punk'd you've ever seen. where's ashton kutcher when you need him the most?

"no! you're- ugh!" you break away from his hold, stomping into the kitchen where you tug at peter's hand on taylor's thigh.

"get off her! stop it, stop it right now!"

peter gives you glare that sends you shrinking, "keznek, the fuck is up with your girl?"

it's like you're a ghost.

"no! you're my boyfriend, not taylor's!" your finger points to taylor, reaching for her wrist you tug her from the counter, she looks petrified. shoving her at ethan you berate her, "and you! you're ethan's girlfriend, not me!"

you place yourself between your real boyfriend and taylor, spinning to face him, his eyes on taylor.

"stop it! they have an open relationship, not us!"

"we don't have shit, crazy! taylor's the one that introduced you to ethan."

"what?! no, no, no, no! i introduced them! you hated it, remember? you told me not to tell him, and i snuck into his room? please tell me you remember, it's me."

peter's face softened, his hand rested on your shoulder and you melted. you were back where you belonged.

"of course i remember, but that was with taylor. not you."

tears dot your vision, all you wanted was a hug from your boyfriend. you were scared, confused, and extremely hurt.

you give one last try, you have no more fight.

"ethan? you don't... you don't remember that?"

a sad smile, "i remember taylor waking me up, not you."

you're about to curl into a ball and cry, until taylor steps forward. she hugs you as tight as she could, you want to think her touch hurts, but it's comforting.

"i promise this is backwards, you belong with ethan, not me."

taylor hums in your ear, "i know, it's okay."

she doesn't get it, you rub your nose on her shoulder and pull back to look at her.

"taylor, this feels like a dream."

her head tilts, she smiles but it stretches a little too wide, it makes the hair on your neck prickle. "oh! that's cause it is!" your eyebrows furrow, she raises her hands and snaps her fingers.

you heave for air, flying up from the bed. your forehead is warm, everything is warm. you throw the covers off of you, panicked and unsure you look around the room.

it's dark.

and familiar.

the body next to yours eases your heart rate, but not enough. it felt extremely vivid, your brain is racing and you won't be able to try and rest again.

you search for water on peter's nightstand, thankful he supplied you with one last night, you take what feels like a million mouthfuls. it's so cold it freezes your throat, it reminds you you're awake and in peter's room.

taking a deep breath you push at peter's shoulder, over and over and over until his hand rests on yours.

"if you wanna keep the hand, you better stop."

it's not enough.

"peter."

"trouble."

relief filled your body, your name coming from his mouth made you drop on top of him, hugging tightly. peter lets out a groan but moves to make you both more comfortable, laying on his back while you tucked under his open arm, head tied to his chest.

he was in the clutches of sleep when he feels a tear, he pulls you closer.

"you gotta stop waking me up in the middle of the night to cry."

you sniff, "i'm your girlfriend, right?"

"yes."

"and you love me right?"

peter's rapid answering, too tired to care about the subject of your questions.

"i do."

you push further, "only me, right? no one else."

"not a' one."

"and you've never kissed taylor?"

your shoulder is pat, forced to pick yourself up when peter slowly pulls himself to slump against his headboard.

"alright, you got me up. talk."

you know it's silly, but that was a level of pain you never wanted to feel.

"you've never kissed taylor, right? and if you have, like, in a friendly way, i really, really need you to be honest."

peter's face scrunches, highlighted by the moonlight.

"what? no, not at all. why, is someone telling you something?"

you ignore him, "do you want to kiss taylor?"

"no."

"are you sure?" you need to know, with certainty, he wants nothing to do with her. if you know, so would your subconscious, and you'd never, ever have to see an image like that again.

"i'm positive, trouble. why are you asking about her?"

"a hundred percent sure? like, not even a tiny itty bitty part of you wants to kiss her, or date her?"

"no, not even a microscopic part of me wants anything to do with her. i know you're all girl power but she's kind of annoying."

you smack his chest, "no she's not! that's mean, take it back!"

"not in a bad way, just in a 'i'm glad i'm not dating her' way."

you can breathe easier now, all paranoid thoughts squashed.

"okay, that's all. thank you, you can go back to sleep."

peter almost accepts the offer, but since he's a boyfriend now he has to dig further.

"not until you tell me what that interrogation was about."

"i had a super vivid dream, taylor and i had swapped boyfriends. like- i was straight up watching you make out with her in four k ultra hd, and then ethan was kissing up on me."

"ethan kissed you?"

"and i kept trying to make him remember taylor was his girlfriend, but all the things i kept saying they did, he said was with me. i couldn't stand it anymore after you called her trouble."

peter pouts, "my baby."

"no, no. i pulled you off and i said that you were my boyfriend and you called me crazy, then taylor hugged me and i said it felt like a dream and she said it was. then she snapped her fingers and i woke up."

peter's arms open wide, you take the hint and hug him. you hide into his neck when he gives you forehead kisses over and over.

"i'm your boyfriend, and i'll only be dating and kissing you for the very long foreseeable future cause i love you and only you."

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bonus:: peter and ethan drinking beers and watching over the grill, ethan takes a second to flip some burgers.

peter tells him that you woke him up the other night in a panic.

"what, why?"

peter shakes his head, "she had a dream you were her boyfriend and it scared her so bad she started crying."

"oh, fuck you!"

[princessbunnib]

Cxm Cadet

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Simon makes erangments to bring one of your dirty fantasies to life.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & John 'Soap' Mactavish X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, MM4F, Foursome, Choking, Dom Simon, and Soap, Creampies, Come Eating, Oral |M| Receiving, Manhandling Reader, Degrading, Possesive/Jealous Simon, Breeding Kink, Clothed Male Naked Female, Anal, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Recording/Taking Photos Of Y/n During Sex, Simon With A Daddy Kink, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Begging, Facial, Come In Mouth.

Author's Note: Smut is very long to make up for my hiatus<3. I'm back now Bunni's.

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You walked into your shared house with Simon and John walking in behind you. The three of you had went to a bar. Originally Simon was going to go without you, but he invited you to join them out of nowhere. You had a small crush on John for a while now so clearly you accepted with a smile on your face.

Simon for sure knew about your attraction to the both of them. Part of him was jealous about the idea and it did rise up some insecurity in him but he chose to not focus on it that much. All it took was a conversation for you to tell him that you only wanted him. John was just there for you to look at, nothing more. Also, who wouldn't want to sleep with their boyfriends friends? It's a well known fantasy.

You stumbled into the livingroom as the room seemed to be moving along with you, you found yourself fallen over the arm of the couch and face down into the cushion, your back forming an arch as you giggled thinking about the fun times that occurred earlier in the night.

Your body felt warm inside, the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream kept your nerves low, relaxing you and making you not so on edge.

You sighed heavily in relief not aware of the two men who were staring at your ass as your skirt had slipped up your hips. Your panties were now on display. They glanced at eachother for a breif moment until Simon decided to speak up. "Uhm sweetheart, have you forgotten that you're wearing a skirt? We can see your panties..." He chuckled, standing behind you and holding your hips, continuing to take in the view of your round clothed ass.

"Mhmmm~ I think so... is that a problem?" You asked looking back at him.

He smirked and shook his head. "No baby, it's not..." He then motioned for John to walk over to you aswel. The both of them staring down at you. Simon behind you and John standing in front of you.

You looked at Simon, then John. You noticed something was different with them. Usually Simon is more so the conservative type, he doesn't like to be outright with his sexual escapades. Especially because they all include you. The side of his personality that you receive in the bedroom is completely different from who he is to others.

"Why are you guys surrounding me like this? I hope this ends the way that I think it is... Have I said how much I've wanted to fuck John before?" You smiled letting your mind to think lewdly.

Simon pulled you off of the couch and stood you in front of him.

"Jesus Y/n, you dress like a fucking whore..." He groaned pressing your hips onto him.

"Exactly, I would be lying if I said that i haven't fantasized about bending her over and fucking her in the shortest skirt she owns." John said holding your throat and staring at your body.

"Oh wow- well I do wear them for easy access when Simon needs to fuck me for stress relief~" You said biting your lip at him.

You grinned placing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, he groaned and held your waist to pull you close to him but Simon refused to let you go.

"Why fight over her when we can both have her at the same time? I'm sure she wouldn't mind... isn't that right princess?" Simon stated, turning your face so you could look up at him.

"Really? When I asked you the first time you were upset with me." You said slightly getting excited.

"I know... but I can be a bit possesive over you baby... I'll allow it as long as I'm apart of it." He stated before lifting your shirt to expose your breasts that sat perfectly in your bra, further peaking John's interest in the situation.

"You don't have to just stand there, use her however you'd like... she loves being manhandled too, so don't be afraid to toss her around a bit."

"Am I allowed to come inside?" John asked lifting a brow.

"Don't ask me- ask her." Simon responded with a light shrug.

You giggled with a smile, your mouth was nearly watering at the simple thought of their cocks being forcebly stuffed inside you. "Yes you can... I want so many loads of come tonight~♡"

"See? She's such a whore I wasn't lying when I've told you some stuff that she's into..."

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of Simon's voice. He was confident in what he said, stating how well he knew your body fed his ego. He then looked down at you, demanding your full attention by hodling your face tightly. "Since you're itching for come... do you want me to start off like usual?"

"Yes~" You grinned receiving his hand on your head.

"Good girl..." He said before looking at John. "I'm sure you want her to yourself also so we'll take turns at first then have her all at once... do whatever you need to do in order to preform and come in once we're finished. Got it?" He stated while crossing his arms.

Simon's dominant but yet caring nature turned you on the most. He had order over the agreement but still made sure to keep your interest in mind. Fuck, you have to suck him dry when you get the chance.

He deserves it.

This wouldn't mean anything after everything was said and done. You told Simon that you would like something like this just once to know what it felt like.

He loved you a lot and wanted to make you happy regardless of how he felt. But to make sure the two of you stayed on the same page, he decided to control the situation. After all, you were still his girlfriend. But at the same time. There was nothing wrong with a moment of sharing.

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Simon sat you on the bed while crossing his arms. Standing tall and confident. "Y/n, before we start are you still okay with this?" He said lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger.

"Yes... why do you have to ask?" You responded softly. Holding his hand with both of yours so he could caress your cheek.

"Well because I don't want to force anything on you, I know you've said that the idea of this happening would be something you'd be into, but people change their minds at times." He explained.

"I'm not changing my mind... I want you two to do anything you guys want to do to me..." You stated, pulling him down to you.

He towered over you pulling his mask off to kiss your lips, moving your legs apart and caressing your inner thighs. "Alright, whatever you say then baby... no matter what I say to you tonight, I want you to know that I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too Simon..." You responded kissing him back and bucking your hips into his.

He leaned up and pulled your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room. He squeezed your bare breasts in his hands and kissed down your stomach. Looking up, watching you moan as he pinched your nipples.

"Mmmh~ a-ahh~" You whimpered biting your lip to suppress your sounds while Simon took your panties off with his teeth. Making sure to be slow in the action, your body tensed up as the cold air hugged the most vulnerable parts of your body.

Your nipples standing up against his fingers, clit twitching at the feeling of his skin. You moaned, attempting to close your legs but couldn't due to Simon being rough with you.

"Such a pretty pussy... it'll look even prettier with come dripping out of it... don't you think so baby?" He asked staring down at you. "Y-yes~♡" You nodded covering your breasts in embaressment.

He chuckled and pinned your wrists to the bed, placing small bites on your skin. "Don't try to cover up now... you're acting like you weren't throwing yourself at Soap like the slut you are..."

"I wasn't throwing myself at him..." You loosely denied.

"No? You weren't? If that's the case then why do you keep clenching your thighs together hm? You're just imagining how tight your pussy will clench around his cock aren't you?"

You didn't asnwer which made him grab you and pull you down the bed, making your head hang over the edge. You looked at him from an upside down angle, watching him unbuckle his belt and groan feeling the cold buckle touch his sensitive semi hard cock.

"You don't want to be honest with me I see... that's alright, just lay there and be a personal fleshlight for me then... I like you better when you don't talk anyways."

"Simo-fhmmghhh!" He cut you off by thrusting himself info your throat. Placing his hands on the bed watching your breasts bounce along with the movements of his thrusts. They looked more fuller considering you were laying down. He winced feeling your throat clamp down repeatedly. You hit the shits panicking due to the sudden action of no air coursing through your lungs.

Simon threw his head back, thrusting faster. You closed your eyes as his heavy balls hit you in the face roughly. He placed his hand on your throat and squeezed it gently, feeling himself inside you, forming a lump.

"Don't panic baby, breathe through your nose... nghh~ fuck, you're throat feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock... almost feels like I'm fucking your amazing pussy..."

Your eyes watered as you attempted to get used to his speed. He was using you like no problem, he must have had some pent up emotions he needed to let out.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck... moan on my cock so I can feel it... oh god it's so good~♡"

You placed your hands on his hips for support and hummed clenching your thighs together, slightly bucking your hips to feel friction from your thighs touching so closely.

"Yes yes yes! Fuck! Just like that my beautiful princess... your daddy's good girl aren't you? Taking me inside with such pride... only good girls get to feel my cock destroying their throat... awe you won't be able to talk for a week~"

You rolled your closed eyes into the back of your head, you made a swallowing motion with your throat, pulling his tip deeper inside momentarily before loosening your girp. Simon gasped at the top of his lungs and covered his mouth feeling embarrassed by your ability to make him use such a submissive tone.

"Ahh~♡ agh~ ngghh... ahh~ shit...mmm"

You repeated this action once more, then again, and again, and again, and again. Simon was a moaning mess by now, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He groaned trying to gain control over himself again but failed to. Your hands snaked up his shirt and felt his toned body. Your fingertips gliding through his happy trail.

You pressed your hands into his stomach, feeling it cave in as he let out another moan. "Ahh~ mmfffhuck~♡ St-stohppp~ nghh." He whimpered knowing exactly what you were doing.

You wanted to embaress him, you found his submissive sounds very attractive. His raspy tone would change in octivs when he moaned for you. It was rare that he'd moan this loud, his weakness was always sucking him off.

You could ask him for anything if you'd suck him dry in return when he needed it. Your face has even managed to tighten up and become a tad slimmer because of the jaw only 'exercise.'

Simon didn't want Soap to hear him. It's was already crazy enough that he was sharing his girlfriend with him under her command. He didn't want him to know how he sounded sexually. He wouldn't let Simon hear the end of it either.

He grunted and swatted your thigh, stinging pain rushed your skin making you whimper. "I said stop you f-f-ffucking w-whore... aghh~ fuck~"

He held your throat with both hands. His veins protruding from his skin. You moaned loudly with him still buried in your mouth, placing your hands on his forearms and holding them. Sometimes rubbing them as a form of affection.

He always loved when you'd touch his arms and torso. You appreciated his toned and massive physique.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come inside your throat... are you ready to have daddy's come splurg inside?" He asked only to keep thrusting harder.

"Ahahaa~ I-I forgot you can't talk as of now... too busy sucking me for all I've got... keep taking it my good little girl... you're such a behaved princess for me... FUCK~♡"

His balls slapped against your face one last time. He groaned loudly and pulled your lower half up from the bed and buried his face into your thighs to muffle the sounds of him climaxing.

He hummed aggressively onto your clit flicking his tongue back and forth. Your legs began to jolt in his grasp. His come still shooting inside, stuffing your throat and making it's way out through your nose.

Simon thrusted quicker before his load was completely out. His balls tingling on the inside, telling him he had finished fully. He wrapped his arm around your waist keeping you off of the bed, he began to suckle and kiss on your clit loudly. Penetraing you with his long middle finger. You moaned feeling his cock slip out of you and rest on your cheek, his erecfion trying to diminish but doing the complete opposite.

"Oh god~ Ohh god~ aww fuck~♡" He moaned softly. Focusing on your lips gliding against his shaft while he still trusted outside of your mouth.

"Kiss my fat cock... fucking worship it like I'm a religion you pray to every night..."

You attempted to swallow his load while simotainiously fulfilling his request. Your glazed lips meeting with his blush red tip, collecting pre-cum on the them. You licked his inches but received a slap on the thigh as a form of 'discipline.'

"I said kiss it... don't suck or even try to get a taste you fuckin' cock hungry slut..."

You whimpered again. Watching Simon pull his belt back together while sighing heavily. You felt absolutely disgusting and used up. He didn't look at you much, you tried sitting up but was pushed back down to the bed. "Oh no no no, you aren't done doing your job yet princess... you still have another man out there who wants you to do what you do best and be a toy for him."

"Huuttt ihh hak heathhhh hoekiky~" You tried speaking but due to his come still swishing in your mouth. You couldn't speak clearly.

Simon lifted your head up from the bed staring at you. "Swallow it... daddy can't understand you princess." He ordered. You licked your lips clean and swallowed the rest. You could feel his semen partoly dripping out of your nostrils while the rest dripped back into your mouth.

"What did you need to tell me baby?" He asked speaking in a soft tone.

"I was saying I couldn't breathe... but I'm okay now..." You said wiping the corner of your mouth.

"Alright baby, do you need a break? Are you okay? I didn't go too rough on you did I?" He asked. You shook your head and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm heady~ I whanntt hore~♡"

(I'm ready~ I want more~♡")

"Perfect... stay just like that, I want to take a picture so I can jerk off to it later when you're not here for me to fuck." He said before taking his phone out of his pocket and turning the camera flash on, pointing it at you.

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You sat on the bed naked. Simon had cleaned you up after he was done taking many pictures of you. He had got you water and gave you a while to regain composure. After a while passed he came back into the room without his shirt, mask still on but this time accompanied with gloves and his black army pants.

"You're such a good girl for me you know that? I love you..." He softly stated. Kisisng your forehead and pulling his mask back down.

The bedroom door then opened and in came John.

"Now that you've had some time to rest, we're going to take turns with you... so continue to be a good girl for me and we'll come inside you, or wherever you want us to."

You nodded not wanting to admit how turned on you were. Simon chuckled pushing you in John's direction. You fell onto him, your chest pressing on his.

He groaned holding your hips and slapped both of your cheeks making you yelp.

"Oh shit... can I fuck her ass?" He asked only for Simon to shrug.

"Dunno... ask her, I'm not the one who wants to do that right now am I?" He stated caressing your body and pulling you upwards.

You could feel John growing under you. His erection pressing against your lips as he payed attention to every detail in your breasts. One was bigger than the other but he was completely into it. There was nothing you deemned as an imperfection that would stop him from needing to fuck you.

"Can is fuck your ass?" He asked lustfuly, placing his hands on your hips and forcing you down to feel his intimidating length.

Simon pulled your hair roughly so you could get out of your head and be present. "Yes!~ please I need you to fuck my ass!" You said loudly due to the small adrenaline rush.

John pulled you down to him, turning you on your back while you laid on his chest. He scoped your legs up into his arms, aligning himself with your tight ass. Your body tensed up. The nerves were getting ahold of you quicker than you'd like to. Just thinking about them fucking you at the same time was euphoric. Simon watched your expression as he stood inbewteen your legs. Using his cock head to play with your clit, his pre-cum dripping onto the small bundle of nerves.

"I wonder how wet you are sweetheart... be a good girl while Soap fucks your sweet ass alright?"

You nodded in response. He began to focus on pleasuring you while you focused on the feeling both of your holes stretching out to a bigger size before retracting to normal. Your back arched, a sharp hissing moan slipping out.

Simon groaned holding your ankles and thrusting forward. Penetrating your g-spot. You whimpered and whined as John's thrusts were gentle but quickly began to be forceful.

The bed was moving quickly, headboard hitting the wall even quicker. They thrusted out of synce with eachother but still managed to make it pleasurable for you. John had a tight grip on your waist, his nails digging into your skin while he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Ahh fuck you feel so good... it's so fucking tight... does she usually like anal?"

"Fuck~ hah~ of course she does... I've seen her porn history... she's a real whore when you actually know her..."

"Oh yeah? I like the sound of that..." He responded, thrusts now picking up speed.

Your walls clamped down on both of them. Now managing to pull a long moan from them. Simon stared down at you and placed his hand on your throat, putting your legs on his shoulders making you feel deeper.

His glare was lustful with a slight gleam of jealousy. Watching your face scrunch up at the eyebrows while you pulled both cocks inside deeper. He wondered if he was making you feel this way, or was it Soap.

Either way, he made it his goal to fuck you senseless by the end of the night. "What a fucking whore you are... you're enjoying this so much aren't you? Nod your head so daddy knows."

"Mhmm mhmm hmm mmmmhm!~♡" You nodded quickly and felt your vaginal muscles clench and let go, pulsating over and over until Simon pulled his hips back.

He slipped out of you momentarily to take his glove off and apply pressure to your clit flicking his fingers in a consistent direction to pull more sounds if arousal out of you.

"Mhm that's right princess... give it all to me, I know it feels good... mhmm." He nodded taking pride in managing to keep your eyes and mind on him.

Your vagina continued to clench around nothing, John's hands snaking around your torso to squeeze and play with your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples making you moan louder while burying his face into your neck.

"God damn your so fucking sexy Y/n, I've wanted to fuck you for so long... your ass is so fucking tight~♡"

"I can tell she's going to come at any moment... she might even squirt for us... can you do that pretty girl?" Simon smirked staring into your eyes and rubbing your clit faster.

"Hmm- yhess~" You helplessly mumbled.

"What baby? Say it louder for me... nod if your going to come..." He said.

You nodded quickly with tears running down your cheeks. You received kisses on your inner thighs before Simon shoved himself inside you again. You cried out his name in pleasure and clenched onto him, staring down and watching them use you like a toy.

"Uhhuh... just like that baby, don't be shy, let it out... we want you to feel good... fucking come already~"

You threw your head back and made a loud cry of pleasure. Simon wiped your tears away and began to match his thrusts with John's.

"Mfgghhh- AHHH~ Yess! PLEASEE~♡" You whined not knowing what you were pleading for.

"Hm? please what angel? Please what? We can't do anything for you if you don't tell us." John chimned in, caressing your face and keeping your head still so you could continue to gaze into Simon's eyes.

"I want to come so badly! Please let me come... pleaseee!" You cried harder as the pleasure was too much.

Simon chuckled and gently slapped your face again. "Wow did you hear that Soap? She wants to come... isn't that just fucking adorable."

"I know- agh... I dunno if we can make that happen, do you think we can?"

"Unfortunately no... I wanted to take my time with her..." He responded with a sadistic tone. Placing his hands on his hips and thrusting slowly inside.

John matched Simon's pace and spoke into your ear. You cried pressing your hands on your stomach, the bulge that was there before had disappeared due to Simon not fully being inside you.

"Don't ahhh~ d-do this to me-- pleaseee I need- to come!"

With them in control of your body it's not like you could produce half as much pleasure for yourself so you could finish without them. They both then pulled out of you for a breif moment to see how you'd react.

"No no I'm sorry I'm sorry! Daddy please I need it!" You said.

"What? You're sorry? Aw baby that's not going to cut it... I guess you know what you did hm? You know I don't like sharing you with anyone..."

You continued to cry at your physical emptiness. John then pushed you off of him, then walked out of the room to clean himself up. You clenched your thighs together staring up at Simon.

"He'll be back... don't worry... you just keep focusing on that empty feeling. You want to be filled up so bad don't you."

"Yes, I'm sorry... how many times do I have to say that?" You asked furrowing your brows.

"Dunno... your so gorgeous when you're needy for cock... I have to figure out if you've earned it... so far not at all."

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"Oh god, fuck your pussy feels even better... she takes my cock inside perfectly..."

"I know right? She's such a good girl... Y/n make sure I can see your face... don't be a brat now or all of this will come to an end."

You laid on your stomach with John behind you, pinning your back to the mattress with a firm hold on the sheets as he thrusting inside your vagina. Whimpers leaving your mouth as you had enough but still had to keep going. Simon used his phone to record this lovely sight, the flash on and making sure to zoom into you to see your reaction.

"Don't act like you don't hear him now."John said lifting your head by your hair. You looked at Simon your mouth open along with your tongue sticking out.

"See? Wasn't that so easy... God you're so fucking gorgeous while letting someone else fuck you... how does it feel princess?"

"So~ ghood~♡" Your response was breathy and desperate. Simon then got onto the bed as John pulled out of you. Watching Ghost get under you and hold you close to him. John grabbed your hips keeping you at an arch, the two men looked at eachother and nodded knowing they were on the same page.

"Alright sweetheart, we're going to slide in now... in the same hole okay?" He said slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft to keep his erecfion.

"What? Wait it's going to hurt..." You said coming back to your senses.

Simon kissed your cheek then kissed your lips. "I know baby, you got this... we'll go slow, we'll also make sure you come this time..." He said looking into your eyes and reassuring you.

You sighed heavily and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying your face into the sheets as they held you in place to slowly penetrate you.

"Here we go princess... if it's too much we can stop... I love you."

You moaned pulling the sheets feeling their tips brush different sides of your walls. Simon penetrating downwards while John penetrated upwards. You arched your back and threw your head back crying softly. Instantly receiving praises from the both of fhem.

"I know baby we're almost inside completely... your such a good girl, you deserve everything you want... fuck~"

"Ahh~ we're going to make you come all over us... you're so pretty angel, such a gorgeous body you have... oh my god- I'm in love~♡"

This overwhelming feeling started to feel good. You could sense all the pressure buidling up in your stomach as the steadily thrusted deep. Still spewing words of admiration to keep you interested in taking both of them inside. Simon pulled his mask up and began to suck and kiss your nipples. John guiding your hips back and forth to get you to do most of the work.

Both of them moaned your name loudly as you began to rub your clit and roll your eyes back.

"Haaggff~ I love you guys! It feels fucking amazing... I'm so stretched out... God fuck!"

"We love you too angel, your such a pretty slut... look at you taking every inch, I could fuck you all night..."

"Ugh~ so can I... shit I think I'm going to come already..." Simon huffed deeply before taking your nipple in his mouth again.

"That's all I want... fill me up so fucking deep so I can get pregnant and not know who the father is until the baby is born!♡"

"Oh fuck whatever you say my gorgeous wife to be!- Aghh keep clamping down on our cocks... sucking us in everytime we try to pull out."

John pulling your wrist behind you so you could be straight up. He stared at your ass as it jiggled matching the speed of their hips. You whimpered biting down on your lip wanting the knot in your stomach to collapse already. Simon sucked his fingers briefly to rub your clit with one hand. His other caressing your chest as he watched you take every inch.

Your figure was just perfect, the way it moved and sat up while you get fucked like the whore you were. You nodded and hummed knowing your orgasm was vastly aproching. Simon watched your expression change and held your throat while John held your head in his arms keeping you in a headlock and lustfuly speaking in your ear.

"Come for me, come for me, come for me, come all over me Y/n, your my beautiful angel... come.for.me." He spoke sternly while thrusting hard matching his last words.

"Ahhhh uhhh~♡ I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" You screamed at the top of your lungs digging your nails into Simon's bare muscular chest. He grunted using his phone to record you in the middle of your high.

You could see the flash on through your eyelids and opened your eyes, staring into the camera to finish your orgasm. Simon was watching you through the screen and felt his balls tingle for an uncomfortably long amount of time before thrusting one last time and shooting his semen deep into your womb.

The sudden friction against John's cock felt way better than he'd like to admit as Simon continued to thurst to give you every last morsal of his come. His nails dug into your skin while he threw his head back, groaning and fucking his come inside you aswel.

You grinded your hips taking both of their loads and feeling the substances trickle inside you, racing to get to your insides. They both slowly pulled out. John moving to the other side of the bed while Simon turned you onto your back quickly lifting your hips up from the bed and bending you like a pretzel to keep their semen inside.

"Simon what are you doing?" You asked sighing heavily after coming down from orgasm.

"You want to not know who the father is until the baby is born right?" He stated before kissing your cheek and caressing your face.

[sturnioloslut1]

Ghost face- Chris sturniolo

Summary- you were at a Halloween party with your boyfriend Chris. He was dressed up as ghost face. That turned you on a lot throughout the whole party.

Warnings- Smut,dom!Chris,sub!reader, quickie,dick sucking,pussy eating, cumming inside,kissing,him.

your sat on the couch with you friends laughing and having a good time. You see Chris walking over to you with that fucking mask that has been driving you insane the whole night. “What up guys” Chris says pulling his mask up and placing his drink down, while your friend moves over so Chris can sit next to you. “Thanks” Chris says to your friend so Chris can sit down. “Who wants to play spin the bottle” I shout over the blaring music that’s blasting throughout the room. “Woohoo” everyone cheered as they held their drinks in the air. “I’ll spin first” Chris says volunteering, Chris’ hand reaches for the bottle,you watch as he does so. “Oooooooo” everyone says while the bottle slows down spinning,you caught yourself staring off into the distance,feeling yourself getting wetter to the thought of Chris fucking you in the slutty ass mask. “Y/n,it landed on you and Matt” Chris says sounding annoyed, “I’m not kissing your brother, your insane guys if you think I’m doing that” I say looking at Matt and giggling. “Yeah,fuck no I’m not kissing her either,it’s like I’m kissing my sister that’s fucking gross” Matt says giggling taking a sip of his drink. “Okay guys,il just have to do it” Nick says jokingly standing up with his arms in the air, “Nick shut up the fuck sit down” Chris says laughing. “Spin it again Chris” I say grabbing my drink, Chris spun it again, this time it landed on Chris. “Ugh boring” everyone groans and sighs cuz me and Chris have been together for a while and everyone knows that, “what, I’m not kissing any boys cuz I’m with someone, I’ll only kiss Chris” I say chuckling. “Okay whatever y/n you know you want a smooch from me” Jake says puckering his lips,blowing kisses at me. Everyone chuckles, you’re trying to play it cool right now, but the aching heat in between your legs is making you crazy. You close your eyes and you roll the back when you squeeze your thighs together. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick guys” I say standing up walking to the bathroom. 5 minutes go by and your still in the bathroom you hear a knock on the door, “hey you a alright in there?” Chris shouts over the loud music, you unlock the door and pull Chris in the bathroom with you. “Chris I need you so bad” you say locking the door. “Oh yeah?” He says pulling his mask up grabbing my throat pulling me in for a kiss, the kiss was intense, heavy breathing echoed the room. You moan into the kiss as Chris puts his hands anywhere he can. He pulls away from the kiss and undoes his pants and takes his boxers off, you go on your knees and put him in your mouth, he sighs as he falls back onto the door and licks his lips while looking up. “Fuck” he breathes out, he gets a handful of your hair he starts to thrust into your mouth, your eyes are watering from his dick hitting the back of your throat continuously. “Fuck y/n taking me so well” he says smirking at me then his jaw going slack. He thrusts even faster this time causing me to gag around him even more, you moan around him sending vibrations through his body. “F-fuuuuuuck” Chris says as his cums down your throat while his eyes roll back. He helps you up and places you on the bathroom counter, he kisses you sloppily, he pulls away and shoves two fingers down your throat for you to suck on. “You dirty little slut” Chris says looking you while you look at him. He pulls them out of your mouth, he takes your skirt off and rip your fish nets off. “Chris wtf” I say gasping, “don’t worry about them, we’ll get you some new ones” he whispers. He licks a strip up my pussy. “Fuck,your soaking” he says running a finger through my folds, he dives in shaking his head side to side. “Fuck” you quietly moan. He moan as he licks my pussy out, my head falls back, I grab his hair and pull it. He adds two fingers and I moan loudly, “fuck Chris” I moan sighing. “S-shit I’m gonna cum” I say moaning my eyes rolling back, “FUCK” I moan loudly after finishing on his tongue and fingers.

Part 1/2

[elixrr]

STARS ALIGN!

♡ XIAO × READER (× KAZUHA?) ♡

SYNOPSIS: You don't know how, and you certainly don't know why, but somehow your once-beloved boyfriend, Kuni, broke up with you about a week after high school graduation. After leaving and ghosting you out of nowhere, you decide that you need to move on, and you let your friend, Kazuha, move in with you. While he's definitely a dating candidate, you start college and, by fate, a boy named Xiao sits next to you in the lecture hall...

WARNINGS: Heavy swearing, some fighting, sexy men

CHAPTER: Prologue

NEXT CHAPTER: Ch.1

“What?”

You dropped the glass cup from your hands.

“You heard me.” Kuni scoffed, arms crossed and eyes rolling. “I've had it with you. I'm done. We're done.”

“But— But why? What did I do? Is there something—”

“No.” He cut you off like he meant it. And judging by his demeanor? He really fucking meant it.

“There's nothing to discuss. There's nothing to negotiate.” Kuni leans in close, “We're well fucking over, got it? I don't give two shits if you cry to your friends about me because in my happy little world— without you— we never happened. And never will. Ever again.”

Kuni pushed you away, grabbing his things and his suitcases. He stopped at the door and turned around to look at your tearful face.

“Bye, crumby little shit.”

And the door slammed shut. Even when sobbing, you could hear a car skid to the front of the house, as well as Kuni's suitcases rolling against the pavement. A few car doors open and close, and the car skids away.

And that was the end of it.

What did you even do wrong?

“Wh— Who are you calling a fucking crumby little shit?” You sob, slamming your palms on the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck did... What did I do wrong?” Dirty dishes are suddenly shattered and pieces of ceramic scramble across the floor. A vase with yours and Kuni's one-year anniversary bouquet suddenly crashes and shatters on the floor. You rip the flowers apart and throw them across the room.

What the fuck—

—did you do wrong?

— – -

It's been a good two months since the breakup, and you've been doing better. You've been hanging out with your friend groups more often, and they've been there to cheer you up. Actually, you even let Kazuha move in with you, and after getting that plan straight, you trashed everything that reminded you of Kuni.

Still. Your ex-two-year anniversary will happen a week from now, and you're really not excited. You're curious, though. Why did he even break up with you in the first place? You weren't an asshole, nor were you violent. You and Kuni were a good pair, so why did he leave you like that?

“Y/N?” Kazuha tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “You're spacing out again. Are you okay?”

Snapping out of it, you look at Kazuha with a forced smile. “I'm pretty okay. Actually, thinking about it now, getting rid of Kuni's belongings really helped. I just need to use a different air freshener.”

“Ah, that actually reminds me, I did buy us an air freshener. I picked out something that reminded me of you, so it's on the sweeter side, if you don't mind.”

Kazuha smiles back at you with the air freshener in hand, and you're pretty much speechless.

“Aw, Kazuha! You think I'm sweet?”

“Of course. Now, let's continue moving and building the essentials. I'd rather not sleep on a futon again.”

“Right, let's get on with this.”

You come in and out of the house, unloading the final pieces of furniture from the car. You watch Kazuha swiftly piece the new furniture together one-by-one, and his whole room has all of his belongings organized, even without the furniture being finished.

You stare in awe as Kazuha completes his rocking chair like it was just some small, easy puzzle that just about any baby could solve.

“You're literally such boyfriend material.”

Kazuha stops in his tracks.

“What?”

“Huh? What happened?”

“You... Ah, nothing. I thought you said something. A– Anyways, I'm nearly done. I'll just need the closet.”

“Oh, I have the box and the pieces in it. Let me get it for you!”

You leave Kazuha in the room in shock. He thought you were still into Kuni... Did you actually mean those words? Is he really a potential rebound option for you?

Do you really like him back?

Whatever the case may be, he doesn't want to risk rejection. Not yet, especially when he's just moved in.

“I've got it! Here you go.” You hand Kazuha the parts for the closet. “I hope this is better than your old one. IDEA has some really good furniture.”

“It is, I'm really happy to have a functional room.” Kazuha opens the box up and begins his work on the closet. You lean on the doorframe quietly, watching him work his magic.

It's amazing how times changed. With Kuni around, you rarely ever got to go out alone. He always needed you near, and so you eventually were fired from your job at moonbucks. You had to distance yourself from friends that he didn't get along well with or didn't know of. Kuni was very clingy and just as toxic.

A thought pops into your mind. You smile.

Maybe I'm better off without him.

Why did you even stay with him in the first place?

“So, Y/N. I've been thinking,” Kazuha interrupts your thoughts, “should I start paying the rent? You're jobless, thanks to... Anyways, my family fortunes and my jobs can give us enough for rent, food, and other things.”

“Shit, I should get a job now that Kuni can't control me.”

“Issue is, college starts for both of us, no? Three days from now.”

“Shit! Shit shit shit, you're right. There is a café nearby that I could try going to. Pays above minimum wage, and it's pretty popular, given the only other café nearby is absolute dogwater.”

Kazuha gives you a look.

“...Sorry. I know your friend worked there. But! Ever since he moved away, the place has gotten shittier and shittier. Most of the employees quit, anyway! Ah, whatever, it's okay. I'll look into getting a job at Starry Night.”

— – -

“See you at lunch?” You smile at Kazuha.

“Of course. See you at lunch.” Kazuha smiles back and walks into the building. You watch the doors shut, and you start going towards your destination. You've got about fifteen minutes to get across the campus, and luckily, your class is about five minutes away.

You look around. The day is bright, the sun shines down on the campus, and there are people everywhere. You glance over at everyone nearby, and while you're nervous, you're absolutely ready for this year without a toxic boyfriend.

“Woww Y/N, you got a glow-up!” Hu Tao chimes in, hopping in to give you a hug. “I haven't seen you all summer! How've you been? Why didn't you text me?”

“How's Kuni?” She adds.

“Oh, he's the reason why I haven't texted all summer. His ass broke up with me, and honestly? His loss, my gain. I mean, no more boyfriend air, right?”

“Wow, he really is a dick! Well, just remember that my grandfather runs a funeral home, and if you need to call in for a cremation, I'll give you a discount! Anyway, my class isn't this one, so I'll set you free. Later, friend!”

And within a heartbeat, she runs off to the next friend she spots. You sigh with a smile, entering the building to attend your classes. The actual room was bigger than your average high school classroom, but it was smaller than a gymnasium. A good amount of the seats were full, but there were a few rows left almost completely empty. You sat down in a randomly chosen row, and nobody really sat near you. Besides, you might as well introduce yourself later.

“Can I sit here?” Someone beside you mumbles. You look to see who it is, and it's...

It's a cutie.

“Yes. Absolutely, yes.” You blurt out, coughing in embarrassment. To make matters worse, the boy gives you a confused side-eye but sits down regardless. In this row, there's only you and this mystery boy. A silence settles between you two, even with the slight bustle of the lecture hall, and you just can't help your near deathly curiosity. Who would pass up an opportunity like this, anyway?

You turn to the boy with a small, welcoming smile, and an offer to shake hands.

“By the way, I'm Y/N. What's your name?”

He turns to look at you, removing the airpod that faced towards you. He denies the handshake and responds,

“Xiao.”

CHAPTER 1 ESTIMATE: Sunday, January 21st｜ET

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Do you think about me?

AN: I was originally going to post a Felix fic for Valentine's Day, but I realised I haven't posted any fics about Seungmin yet, and this was the perfect time. Kill two birds with one stone. I do have a softer Seungmin fic in my drafts, but I chose violence because I don't love myself obviously lol. Happy Valentine's Day!

Synopsis: Seungmin is the guy you told your ex-boyfriend not to worry about. Turns out he had reasons to be concerned after all.

Heads up: Kim Seungmin x Fem! Reader, friends to friends who fuck/potentially lovers , some angst pertaining to Reader's previous relationship with Chris, Seungmin being a menace, dirty talk, hair pulling, mild biting (f. receiving), nipple play (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), mild edging (f. receiving), slight dacryphilia, unprotected piv sex, Seungmin being a bit of a douche and slandering Ex! Chris, Possessive! Seungmin, implied breeding kink (it's not stated outright but, it's definitely there) and creampie.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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"You look terrible," Seungmin comments when you let him into your apartment, making himself at home on your couch.

"Wow, thanks. It's nice to see you too Seungmin and, Happy Valentine's Day," you respond dryly, shutting your door and trying to remember why you let him into your home in the first place. You'd much rather continue to wallow in solitude.

"It's true. Go take a shower and change while I get us some food. You've been moping for long enough, and you need to come back to the land of the living," he says, not missing a beat and opening up a food delivery app as though you'd just go along with him.

"It's been two weeks. I think I reserve the right to still be sad about Chris," you say, your heart clenching uncomfortably at the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. At least you're not crying anymore. That's progress.

"Sure, but you can't just keep yourself locked up in your apartment forever. Also, shower. Now. We'll talk when you're finished," he says, glancing up at you and leaving you with no room to argue with him. Seungmin always seemed to know just how to get you to listen to whatever he said. It's really aggravating.

"Fine," you sigh in defeat, trudging your way towards your bathroom and choosing to ignore the triumphant smirk you know is on his face right now.

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You try to steady your breath as the warm water from your shower head washes over you. You'd never give him the satisfaction but, Seungmin was right. A shower definitely made you feel significantly better.

When you step out and take a look in the mirror, you're startled by your appearance. You look like a ghost of yourself. You probably looked worse before taking a shower and actually doing some skincare, but you still can't help how caught off guard you are by how unlike yourself you look. However, making yourself feel worse isn't productive.

You opt to start getting dressed after moisturising your skin, throwing on an oversized shirt without a bra and shorts. Pointedly ignoring your reflection this time around, you leave your bathroom feeling better than you have in admittedly a long time.

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"There she is," Seungmin says when you come into view, a genuine smile painting his face. Your mouth waters when the smell of the food he ordered wafts over to you, luring you towards your coffee table where Seungmin spread it all out.

"What did you get?" You ask, settling beside him. Your eyes taking in the various dishes in front of you, saliva pooling in your mouth.

"Comfort foods. Dig in," is all he says in response, grabbing a dish filled with what looks like rice cakes. You don't notice his careful gaze watching you as you grab a few slices of pizza for yourself and eat away, his eyes softening considerably.

A comfortable silence fills the space between the two of you as it always does. You'd be lying if you said you didn't appreciate him being here. Your apartment had been lonely the past few weeks, and having someone here feels... nice.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks quietly, his eyes meeting your surprised ones. Seungmin isn't pushy and invasive usually. You know he's happily drop it if you said no, but talking about it might help, and you know he'd listen. Really listen.

"We just... I think we just wanted different things. I think we're both in different stages of our lives, and it wouldn't have been fair to make the other wait. It was mostly mutual but, it still sucks, you know?" You say softly, swallowing around the lump you can feel building in your throat.

Seungmin pulls you into a hug before you realise what's happening. Strong and supportive and just there. You return his embrace, food forgotten on your table as you try your best not to completely fall apart. It's been so long since someone else has touched you. You close your eyes as you let his warmth and scent wash over you, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just thought it might help," he mutters against your ear, his breath making a shudder involuntarily run down your spine. It takes a moment for you to steady yourself, "No, it's okay. That's the gist of it, really. He'd get a little jealous sometimes too but, it wasn't the biggest problem we had."

"Jealous? Why? You were nothing but loyal to him," he responds, confusion clear as day in his voice.

You could never lie to Seungmin even if you tried.

"He was jealous of you. Of us. The friendship we have," warmth filling your face as the confession spills out of you.

Seungmin pulls back then, his warm, wide eyes meeting yours as his hands rest on your shoulders, "Jealous of me?"

"Yeah, I mean even Jisung always makes jokes about how the two of us are closer than most. I think it got too much for Chris,"

"Jisung's an idiot," he retorts with a roll of his eyes, and you actually laugh. You can't remember the last time anything or anyone managed to get even a chuckle out of you.

"You're not wrong there, but my point still stands. I think you made him feel threatened, in a sense," you say, and an unreadable expression crosses his face. He seemed to be contemplating something.

"Were his feelings unfounded?"

It's your turn to be surprised because Seungmin's question catches you completely off guard.

"What?"

"Did he have a reason to feel threatened?" He asks with so much seriousness that you don't know what to say for a few beats, your mind totally blank. Seungmin is a good friend. You care about him deeply. You also recognise that he's kind, funny, great to banter with and attractive, but you've managed to keep those thoughts mostly to yourself over the years. Or at least you think you have. Maybe Chris caught onto them more than you realised.

"The look on your face is telling me maybe his feelings weren't unwarranted,"

His voice breaks you out of your thoughts. The small, smug uptick of the corners of his lips is both irritating and unnecessarily attractive. "No- I- I would've never done that to Chris."

"I know you wouldn't have, and I think he knew that too, but I think your hesitance to even answer my question is pretty telling," he says, his eyes taking on a knowing gleam.

You flounder with your words once more, denial at the implications Seungmin is making hot on your tongue, but you know you'd be lying.

"I'm flattered, really," he says, far too amused with how flustered you are and privately just relieved to see signs of the old you.

"You're so annoying," you huff, lightly shoving his chest with your hand and rolling your eyes to distract yourself from the tension you feel in the air. It's probably all in your mind anyways.

"Yeah, and you want me," he retorts with a full-blown smirk this time around, his usually warm eyes taking on a more mischievous glint. All you can do is stare at him. Kim Seungmin leaving you speechless at his audacity.

It's made all the more worse because he's not wrong.

Your heart rate picks up considerably when one of his hands moves to cup your jaw, his thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip as he watches the movement intently. He looks like he wants to eat you alive.

"I can't say your feelings aren't reciprocated," he mutters lowly, the drop in his voice making your insides clench around nothing. Embarrassment running through you at how easily he manages to effect you.

"I- huh?" Is all your murky mind can manage to come up with at the moment. Resisting the intrusive thought to just take his thumb in your mouth.

The grin he gives you is mean and condescending, not the typical smile you've come to know and expect from your friend. It only makes the ache so much worse. He let's out an amused, throaty chuckle before speaking, "Do I really have to spell it out for you? I want you too."

Seungmin seems to be trying his utmost to make your heart stop beating in your chest today.

"But, I need to know you're okay with this. Actually okay with this. I would never take advantage of you when you're vulnerable. I care about you too much to do that. If you say no, we can stop right now and pretend this never-"

You cut him off with a kiss to his pretty lips. Pouring years' worth of want and frustration into it, your hands desperately pulling him towards you and swallowing his startled noise. The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, but you can't bring yourself to really care when you finally have him like this.

One of Seungmin's hands weaves its way into your hair, giving it a slight tug and grinning against your lips when you gasp at the sting. Taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth while his other hand runs along your waist, toying with the bottom of your shirt. You barely have a chance to breathe, let alone think with how thoroughly he's kissing you.

Eventually, oxygen does become a necessity, but he doesn't relent. Moving from your likely bruised lips and kissing along your neck, his teeth occasionally grazing the skin there in a way that makes you melt further into him.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you like this," he utters against your skin, pressing his teeth a little harder against a weak spot he found during his exploration. His hand ghosting over one of your breasts, stilling the air in your lungs. Between his words and his ministrations, trying to remember how to speak is becoming increasingly more challenging.

"I've wanted you for s-so long too," you breathe, too wound up to care about bearing so much to him at once. Your response seems to shatter whatever fragile resolve Seungmin had because you soon find yourself on your back. His hands impatiently shoving your shirt up as his mouth finds yours once more.

He swallows the mewls you let out against him as his hands touch your breasts for the first time. Giving them experimental squeezes to gauge your reaction. You find yourself arching into him when his fingers toy with your sensitive nipples, a gasp flying from your mouth when he gives them a particularly hard pinch.

"I didn't think you'd be such a masochist," he muses, licking at your throat once more as his fingers and hands toy with your tits to his hearts content. His hardening cock pressing against you through your flimsy shorts.

"I didn't think you'd be such a menace," you fire back, but the breathlessness in your voice dispels any potential venom in your tone. You cry out when he bites down on your neck harder than before. Not enough for it to really hurt, but the little pain it provides is enough to worsen the sticky mess in your panties and, you involuntarily grind yourself against his sweatpants covered cock.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of. This is nothing," you're not sure if that's a promise of things to come or a threat, but either way, you're not complaining. Before you can think to retort, his hot, wet mouth envelopes one of your nipples. Licking and sucking at the sensitive nub in a way that makes your toes curl. All of this is only worsened by one of his hands slowly trailing down your body, fingertips lightly grazing your abdomen until they reach the top of your shorts.

But because Seungmin seems to enjoy seeing you suffer, his hand stills there. Toying with the waistband of your shorts and every brush of his fingers making the ache you've been feeling for what seems like ages more unbearable.

"Seungmin," you whine, thrusting your hips up towards him in search of any sort of relief, your hands tugging on his hair desperately. The pop that rings out when he releases your nipple borders on obscene, his eyes alight with desire and mischief once more.

"Yes?" He asks, sounding far too pleased with himself as his fingertips trace featherlight patterns just above your shorts.

It takes everything in you not to huff in frustration at this incredibly aggravating man, but you have a feeling that would just emboldened him. "Please touch me," you beg barely above a whisper, the throbbing between your thighs currently more of a priority than your ego.

"I am touching you," he retorts, pressing kisses to the tops of both of your breasts to prove his point and snapping the waistband of your shorts against your skin.

You might actually hate him.

"No- I mean, please touch me here," you respond, grabbing his hand and sliding it down the front of your shorts until his fingers brush your more than likely ruined panties.

You can't help the smugness you feel when you see the ever composed and teasing Kim Seungmin falter for once. His lips parting and eyes becoming lidded when his fingers experimentally touch you, taking in just how wet you already are.

The unadulterated want on his face makes him look more attractive somehow. A strangled gasp flies from your lips when his fingers run along your clothed slit, hips twitching into his touch at each brush of his calloused fingers on your swollen clit.

"You're soaked already," he groans against your skin, sweat dotting his forehead and making his hair stick to it as he meets your gaze. His fingers continue to touch and brush and run along you in a way that quickly drives you to madness.

"Seungmin, please. It hurts. I want your fingers inside me please please plea -" your begging is cut off by two of his fingers pushing your panties to the side and sinking into you to the knuckle, his lips finding yours again and leaving your mind spinning.

His fingers stretch you out in a way you haven't felt in some time. Your own not nearly as long and thick as his. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull when he starts moving, curling them inside of you in a way that makes an embarrassing high-pitched keen spill from your lips that's he's more than happy to swallow.

"So fucking wet and tight," he groans, increasing the speed of his fingers when it seems like you've adjusted to the stretch. His fingers quickly finding that spot inside of you that results in your walls gripping his fingers harshly because of fucking course he would. He just had to be good at everything. He opts to continue kissing and licking and nipping at your neck as he fucks you brainless on his fingers. All you can do is lie there and take it, moans and mewls and keens mixed with incoherent words all you're able to offer in return. Your hands moving in a frenzy. Unsure of whether they want to tug on his hair or grip his shirt to steady yourself.

"Are you gonna cum just from my fingers already? Isn't that a little too pathetic, y/n?" He asks against the shell of your ear, the harsh tone of his voice making you gush on his fingers more.

"Oh, you like it when I'm mean. Aren't you a cute, little, brainless slut," he groans, tugging your lobe with his teeth as his thumb presses against your clit. His body keeping you in place as your body bucks against him at the sensation, crying out when he rubs hard circles against the hypersensitive nub.

Your orgasm is so close that you can practically taste it. Sparks building at the base of your spine and spreading throughout your body as Seungmin's fingers, mouth and words push you closer and closer and closer to the edge.

Which is why it hurts all the more when Seungmin abruptly stops and pulls his fingers out from inside of you. Your eyes fly open, and you meet his dark ones, a devilish grin spread across his face as he leans away from you. Sadistic pleasure coursing through his veins as he takes in your dishevelled state.

The tears build in your eyes make his cock throb, "Seungmin, why- why'd you stop? I was close," you ask and the whiney edge to your voice tempts him to sink his cock into you right then and there.

"I'd much rather feel you cum on my dick," is all the answer you receive. Complaints dying on your lips as Seungmin tugs off his shirt impatiently, your hunger eyes taking in his bare torso as he makes quick work of his boxers and sweats as well. Seeing him completely naked infront of you makes you realise just how empty you are, panting like an animal in heat at the sight of his long, flushed cock smearing pre-cum against his tense abdomen.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" He asked with a raised eyebrow like you're a moron. It takes you a moment to catch on to what he means, your own hands tug off your skewed, ruined clothing in record time. Seungmin takes a moment to admire you spread out before him. Thighs parted and, your pussy swollen and leaking with arousal all for him. His cock pulses as he takes it in his hand and slowly runs his tip along your slit, the corners of his mouth lifting up when your hips buck up into him everytime he brushes your clit or teases your entrance like he'll sink in any minute now.

You think he might just make you lose your mind.

"Seungmin, please," you beg so desperately that your voice cracks in the process, but you couldn't care less. Nothing but, the desire to cum or feel him inside of you or, both really, taking over.

"Since my needy slut asked so nicely," he responds, pushing the head of his cock inside of you. Both of you moan at the feeling, Seungmin gritting his teeth as he pushes inch after inch inside of his cock into your tight, hot pussy. His forehead rests against your shoulder when he finally bottoms out, your quiet mewls and his harsh breathing being the only sounds heard in your living room.

Your nails dig into his back when he gradually starts moving, his cock hitting spots inside of you that render you borderline delirious. "You're so fucking ah tight," he rumbles against your throat, grabbing your thigh and angling your leg over his hip in a way that makes him slide impossibly deeper.

"Seungmin, yo-you feel so good. So de-deep," you babble out, a few stray tears falling down your face as he picks up speed, his balls slapping harshly against your ass with each one of his thrusts and his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Yeah? Is my little cockslut already going stupid on my cock?" You noticed it earlier but, the possessive edge to his voice makes you clench around his cock harder. All you're able to do in response is whine and moan, nodding your head in an attempt to answer his question.

"Aren't you cute and pathetic," he breathes unsteadily against your skin, groaning at the way your walls try their best to get him to cum. "Didn't take you long to let me fuck you, did it? How long have you fantasised about this?"

Shame intertwined with arousal knots in your gut because he's right. It didn't take him long at all to have you spreading your thighs for him. You're honestly amazed that he can speak coherently right now. Your own cognitive abilities failing you as you try to muster up words to answer him.

One of his hands grips your jaw once more and forces you to meet his intimidating gaze, his cock stilling inside of you completely.

"I asked you a question. I expect an answer," god, the commanding tone in his voice really shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

"I-I've thought a-about you um like thi-this since we f-first met," you manage to stutter out, trying your hardest to focus with him nestled so deeply inside of you.

"So, it seems like you can speak," he says, resuming his unrelenting fucking into as though it's nothing. You can feel your orgasm building once more, hoping against hope that he'll let you finally cum this time around. You're not sure what you might do if he doesn't.

"That long, huh? You should've said something. I would've happily fucked you dumb on my cock a long time ago. No wonder Chris was jealous," he muses, but hearing Chris's names throws you for a second, surprise colouring your face.

"Oh, come on, y/n. Don't give me that look. We both know that you were thinking about every time he so much as touched you. I bet you touched yourself to thoughts of me too" he whispers into your ear, his hand moving between your bodies until his fingers eventually find your clit. He wastes no time in rubbing fast circles against you, low groans filling your ear as you clench and gush around him.

Even if you could respond, you're not sure what you would say. Seungmin's sheer nerve leaving utterly speechless. Fortunately for you, your orgasm slams into you before your mind can dwell too much on the jarring accuracy of his words. Your hands cling to his broad shoulders for purchase. Your body convulsing harshly underneath his as he continues to fuck you through your mind numbing release.

"Fuck," he moans, lidded eyes taking in your purely blissed out expression and his hands flying to your thighs as he chases his own climax.

"Your pretty pussy is gonna make me cum, baby. Gonna fill you up with my ah cum. Fu-fuck, gonna cum inside you. Make you take it all," he groans deliriously, picking up speed even more all while the obscene sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin rings out. "My good girl. My cumslut ah fuck," is the only warning you receive before he stills inside of you to the hilt. Moans and curses spilling from his mouth as his hot, thick cum paints your walls white. His hips jerking against yours from time to time as he rides out his release.

The two of you catch your respective breaths. The sticky mixture of your climaxes slowly leaking out of you but, you're still too hazy and thoroughly rung out to bring yourself to care at the moment. Your fingers playing with the ends of Seungmin's hair as he plants soft kisses against your shoulder and collarbone.

"Hey,"

"Mmhmm?"

"Happy Valentine's Day," if anyone asks, your heart definitely does not stutter in your chest at the smile he gives you after wishing you a happy Valentine's Day. Not at all.

[gleefullypolin]

Dating Lady Whistledown by GleefullyPolin

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57046732/chapters/145081255

Summary: Eloise always thought that her idiot brother was merely a distraction for their shared friend Penelope, always in her ear and never allowing her a moment to venture out on her own. But when Penelope begins online dating and finally meets a man who starts to slowly win her heart, was fate truly at play all along?

Chapter 5: Best Friends and Idiots

“They stood there pretending to be just friends when all the while everyone in the room could plainly see the were only existing for each other.” Emma Blake

Colin paced the living room for what felt like hours, Pen was Lady Whistledown. His Pen. His Lady Whistledown. How did this happen? He opened his phone and read through all the messages they had sent each other the last few months. How did he not see her? The little things she would say that were so Pen.

His cheeks warmed as he read through the more intimate things they had shared. How was he supposed to look at her now knowing how much he had wanted her, needed her. God the things he had done to himself talking to her. He ran his hands through his hair with a groan. The carnal things he had imagined doing to her. The sheer amount dirty thoughts he had in a day he wouldn’t even begin to be able to explain.

He had a sudden realization that he was sleeping on the couch where they had been having most of their supposed “dates” and suddenly it had him wanting to tear his sweatpants off so that he could relieve himself immediately and soundly from simply imagining her touching herself to his words here. Penelope, touching herself because of him. God it was enough to make a man insane.

But he couldn’t just barge into her room now and suddenly announce it to her. Hey Pen, it’s me, Lonely Traveler, care to have a wank?

And now he’d been ghosting her for a week. A whole week he’d made her feel like shit. Hell, even he’d offered to beat the shit out of her wanker boyfriend. What a funny story this was going to be, offering to toss the shit out of himself. God he really was an idiot.

He needed to end this entire thing, right now. Tell her the truth. Right? I mean he had to. Fuck. He opened his phone and found their last messages. How does one admit to accidentally starting a relationship with your best friend?

LonelyTraveler: So funny story, it’s me Colin.

LonelyTraveler: Hey, Guess what! We know each other. It’s your best friend, Colin. So, like that whole jerking off to each other, we can laugh about that right?

LonelyTraveler: So Pen, don’t be mad, I swear I had no idea it was you when I imagined blowing my wad on your amazing beautiful tits but God can we do that in real life, you have the most amazing boobs!.

LonelyTraveler: I don’t know how to tell you it’s me, but I’m totally in love with you.

Colin threw his phone to the floor and groaned loudly. This was stupid. It was Pen. His best friend in the entire world. He just needed to be honest with her. He sat up again and picked up his phone.

~*~

Pen woke up and stretched her arms over her head, staring at the ceiling. Yesterday had been a wonderful day. It was the first time in a long time that she had felt like Colin had truly come home again. She rolled over and smiled at the giant black and yellow bee sitting next to her in the bed, the stuffed prize Colin had won for her last night after playing the bottle game more times than even he was willing to admit to until he finally won the prize. She wrapped her arms around it and squeezed before sitting up in bed to see that the sun had already come up. She could hardly believe she had slept in.

She reached over to check the time on her phone and frowned when she saw the notification on her phone. Her heart sank when she realized he had finally messaged her. She wasn’t sure why he was messaging her now or why she was so nervous about it. She knew that reading it meant she would finally know why he had been silent for so long. But she also knew that reading it would make whatever was written there real. Maybe she wasn’t ready to know.

She clicked into it and saw the long message and gulped. Long messages were never good, were they?

LonelyTraveler: Hey! So, I think I owe you an apology. No, I know I owe you one. I’ve been silent and that’s been unfair to you, so I apologize for that. My reasoning will not feel kind either, but I’ve been visiting someone who means a great deal to me, more than I realized. I feel it only fair to you to admit that I’m in love with this person. I think I always have been, but I’ve been a fool to realize it. You must know that when I started talking to you, I was at my lowest I’ve ever been and talking to you pulled me out of a darkness I was sure was going to sweep me under. I will always love you for moments that are dear to me. And one day, hopefully soon, you will see that those are moments to be cherished forever. Please do not think of this as goodbye, but as a new beginning, a chance to open yourself up to future endeavors. You sell yourself short too often, dearest, and you are treasure to be won. Do not forget that. 

Pen felt the tears before she realized she had released them. She always knew it would have to end, didn’t she? She guessed it was best that it happened now. What was she supposed to say to him? She didn’t want to be rude or say something unkind in return. He was honest to her, and she could tell that it had taken a great deal for him to say these words to her. But she couldn’t lie and say his words did not hurt her feelings.

Yet she also felt her own guilt at how she was harboring her feelings toward Colin the last few days without Lonely Traveler’s constant words in front of her.

LadyWhistledown: Hello. I must say I cannot tolerate a lie, nor will I spare you a truth. Your words did cause me tears this morning. I appreciate your honesty in these words, and I am glad you were able to work out your feelings. While you are sharing truth’s I must share one with you. I understand what it is like to harbor feelings for another, and I fear that that I have withheld my own during our time together. Though hopefully unlike yours, I have had these feelings of love in secret for many years and they are not returned. I have been in love with my best friend since I can remember. It is an awful burden to carry alone so I do not recommend hiding these feelings for long, so if you have not already declared these feelings for your love, I beg of you to do so assuredly, fervently, loudly. I thank you again for your kindness, and I wish for you again, the best happiness you can find.

She wiped her eyes and pulled herself from her bed, determined to start her day regardless of how much her heart ached.

Walking into the kitchen she found Eloise singing softly as she washed the dishes from the night before. “Morning, you seem happy.” She announced to her friend, trying to hide her own disappointments.

“Morning Pen, did my brother keep you up so late last night you forgot to rise with the sun.” She teased and then worry creased her brows. “Have you been crying, whatever is the matter? Did Colin do this?”

“Goodness, no. Is he here?” She looked around the quiet flat with the folded bedsheets on the couch.

“He went for pastries, he’s never not hungry.” She laughed. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“He broke up with me.” She replied with a soft sigh.

“Who did?”

“Lonely Traveler. Who else would break up with me!” She exclaimed.

“Oh. Right. Him.” She crossed her arms. “And um, what did he say, exactly.”

“He’s in love with someone else apparently.”

“Is he now.” She smiled suddenly. “I guess the Lord does work in mysterious ways.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She shook her head quickly. “So, what did you say to him?”

“What could I say? I was honest, I told him I understood how he felt.” She shrugged.

“Because you are in love with someone else too?” She queried.

“What?”

“You said you understood how he felt, and he said he’s in love with someone else so that could only mean that you are in love with someone else to understand that feeling obviously.”

Well Damn her friend for being so attentive in the morning. “Oh, erm...” She picked up her phone and started browsing to get away from the conversation. “I just mean that...” she saw the message in the channel and clicked it. He didn’t usually post in the other channels, but his name was in there.

“Pen, who are you...”

“Not right now, El.” She waved her friend off as she pulled up the message.

LonelyTraveler: Hey everyone, I just wanted to let everyone know that I’ll be leaving this Discord. It’s been a life altering experience to find this place. Honestly, I never thought I would meet anyone here but then I ended up talking to the most amazing woman I could have ever meet. It’s hard to believe that spending all this time pouring my heart and soul out to someone who’s name I never knew and face I never saw would actually just lead me back to the one person who has owned my heart this whole time. So, thanks again for letting me put down anchor here for a bit, but my home is calling me. Signing off, Colin Bridgerton.

The phone fell from her hands and clattered to the floor.

“Pen are you alright?” Eloise’s voice was muffled as her ears echoed against the beating of her heart. “Pen?”

The door to the flat opened and Colin walked in, a box of pastries in his hand. The moment their eyes met, he smiled. “Hey.” He said softly.

She couldn’t breathe. She was sure her heart had stopped. Because he was standing there in her doorway with that smile on his face and that look in his eyes that said more than even words could convey and because somehow it said everything. She knew that every word on that screen was him, that every thought and emotion the last few months, every want and desire breathed into existence from a Lonely Traveler was standing there in front of her and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him. And so, she did.

She crossed the room, dropped the box of pastries to the table beside him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her mouth until their lips met. Nothing in that moment existed except for them. Pen and Colin. Lady Whistledown and Lonely Traveler.

It was everything she had dreamt of and more.

It was glorious.

“Pen...”

“Just kiss me.” She breathed against his mouth as she felt him smile against her.

“About bloody time. Idiots.” Eloise sang somewhere behind them.

~*~

6 Months Later

“Wow, I can’t believe this is real. It’s so beautiful.”

The sun was setting in the distance, but Colin could only stare at the woman leaning against the balcony, her hair blowing in the breeze. The strap of her silk nightgown was slipping off her shoulder and he pressed his mouth against the soft skin where the strap should have laid. “You’re beautiful.”

“You’re missing the view.” She laughed.

“I prefer this view.” His mouth was nipping its way under her ear, breathing in the scent of lilacs and lavender from her shower earlier that evening.

“Colin, you are impossible, we are supposed to be watching the sunset.” She purred, her nails scraping through his hair at the nape of his neck.

“I said I would share the sunset with you, I didn’t say what I would be doing while I shared it with you, Pen.” He laughed but crossed in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaving a hot trail of kisses across her chest.

“Mmm, your sister is right, you are very distracting.” She giggled and he groaned.

“Please never mentioned my sister when I’m trying to get you in bed.”

“Is that what we’re doing here?” She smirked. “I was thinking maybe…” She glanced at the table behind them. “I think I remember our first time online you were sitting over…”

His eyebrow rose…”Oh Lady Whistledown wants...” He lifted her quickly and twirled her around as he settled into the chair and pulled her into his lap. “Is this what my naughty minx desires?” She looked down at him and his eyes glazed over. God she was beautiful. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky.

“I love you, Colin.” He pushed the hair off her shoulders and brought her mouth to his.

“I love you, Pen.” He breathed against her mouth. And when she sank down on him, and their bodies were joined, the moan against his ear as they came undone because his most favorite Pen sound that he was happy to hear for the rest of his life.

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days - Chapter Three

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Chapter Three: Best Laid Murder Plans

April's POV

April O'Neil just wanted a donut. 

That was it, just a bag of donuts for herself and the guys while they searched for Raph and Casey. Okay, and maybe she was there for whatever other comfort foods she could find, but mostly the donuts. Thinking about one pack of godforsaken donuts was better than any other thought racing through her mind. 

'Where's Raph?' 

'Where's Casey?' 

'I hope they don't do anything stupid while I'm gone-' 

'Master Splinter...' 

Ah yes, the poor rat was another casualty of Oroku Saki that fateful night at the Wolf Hotel, stabbed through the chest and thrown onto the ground below for everyone to see. While the brothers carried their fallen father to the Shellraiser, April and a now conscious Slash had searched the area for Raph and Casey, finding no traces of either of them besides some blood where Raph had laid for a few moments after his own stabbing. 

April tried Casey's phone, then Raph's, then the Jones apartment, but no one answered and the boys' phones didn't even ring once before April got the voice message tone signaling that they wouldn't pick up.

April took an excused absence from school to mourn Splinter for a few days, but even when she returned, there was no sign of Casey anywhere. Donnie swore up and down that all of their devices were completely untraceable, either destroyed or had their signals made invisible by someone smarter than him. 

That last bit was not easy for him to admit in the slightest, but April helped him get it out. For the most part, the four of them just hung around the lair, tracking any leads they could find and trying to move on after the loss of not one, not two, but three members of their tea- no, family. All of them had their suspicions about where the boys might be, most of those suspicions being Donnie's. 

"I bet he's just keeping Raph from us, hiding him away somewhere so that nobody else can have him!" 

April sighed, shaking her head at her ranting boyfriend. "Donnie... come on, that's ridiculous, why would Casey ever wanna hide Raph from us? You're clearly stressed from everything that's going on, you're not thinking straight right now!" 

Oh, the irony of that statement. When does Donnie ever NOT think straight?

Adding onto the list, Leo insisted that Shredder took them out too, or that Foot Bots had come to do the dirty work for them, but there were no other villains besides Super Shredder that night that anyone else had seen, not counting the villains that had distracted Leo, Mikey, Donnie, and Leatherhead. They were more C or B-grade villains that couldn't have taken out Casey or Raph, let alone both of them.

Mikey chalked it up to mysterious pizza aliens. That was obviously a no, but for once, nobody had the heart to rain on his parade, so 'Evil pizza aliens' was added to the neatly organized board that Donnie created to keep track of all his ideas, or 'conspiracy theories' as April called them. 

But, back to that pack of white powdered donuts April so desperately needed. The grocery store was very much out of her normal commute, but she'd decided that taking a nice walk would do her some good. Taking a walk at three in the morning with no protection after the last fight was risky, but as previously stated, April didn't give a flying- was that Casey?? 

She'd recognize that black hood and beat up hockey shoes from anywhere! Those almighty donuts left her mind and her new objective immediately became talking to her lost friend. She creeped towards him, hoping he didn't hear her as he stuffed his arms with various types of junk food. 

"Casey?" 

The vigilante growled. "Shut the fuck up." 

Okay, THAT was a new one, but nothing April O'Neil couldn't handle. "Casey?" 

He turned around to face her, his eyes the only thing that hinted at his shocked expression behind the mask. 

"Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in–" Before she could say anything else, he ran. 

She tried to stop him, yelling all the while, "Have you at least seen Raph, we–” 

That got his attention. He paused only for a second, looking back at April before dashing out the door with his now stolen food and disappearing into the night. 

It looked like April's body wasn't the only thing getting exercised that night. So was her wallet. On top of the donuts, she also paid approximately for what Casey had stolen, telling the tired cashier that her friend was... a bit of a wild card. Isn't that the understatement of the year? 

She noticed that some of the food was different from the others, most being packaged junk food, but others being snacks that needed either some source of cooling or to be eaten within the span of a day. They also happened to be food that April knew Raph liked, or at least tolerated eating.

This was good news for her to tell the boys, the perfect cherry on top of these finally purchased donuts! Raph was alive and so was Casey, but wherever they were, they clearly wanted to be undisturbed, ('Oh shit, Donnie was right', she thought) so April was going to do what any great family member would do: poke the beehive with the biggest stick she could find in the woods. And she could dig up some pretty big sticks. 

Casey POV

'Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT!' That right there is the current thought process of one Casey Jones as he ran through the city with as much food as he could carry in his arms. 

That wasn't good at ALL. Now April knew he was alive, but thankfully she still had no idea where he was or anything about his precious Raphael, safe and sound in his cooler. 

"Fuckin' damnit, O'Neil, why do you have to ruin everything ALL the time?" He hissed, maneuvering his way through the streets until he found an empty cardboard box he could carry his food home in. He took the grappling hook and jumping combo the rest of the way home. 

Home. That was what the abandoned apartment was to him now. His home. Not his own beaten up apartment with his sister and his room and all of his hockey posters and tropies. His home was now wherever his boyfriend was, so technically his home was a giant ice box in the middle of that destroyed apartment. 

How fun.

"Thank the pizza in the sky for dumpster boxes!" He continued on his way, reaching the apartment with ease and carrying the box up as quickly as he could. 

Nothing had changed since he'd left, save for the ice box which had stopped humming its annoying 'I'm bringing in cold air' tune. It was in its silent phase, Casey's favorite phase. 

"Raphiiiieee! I'm baaaack!" No response. Casey expected that, but kept going anyway, drawing out his words like the night prior hadn't torn his life asunder. "I got you your faaaaaaavorites! We can share them together!" 

He set the box on top of Raph's freezer. His face was drawn into a smile, the nearly week-old paint on his face stretching just like his skin at this point. There was no way it was coming off, and Casey wanted it that way. Raph had painted that himself the night of their battle, the same way he always did. 

Casey could never quite replicate the markings, so he nicknamed it 'Raph's Secret Style'. It was similar to Jack Skellington in the mouth and had heavy black circles around the eyes, the amount of paint applied leaving Casey's face completely black and white until further notice. 

Casey wouldn't have it any other way, this was the last living part of Raph he had left until he got up the guts to raid the lair. That, he believed, would take a while. 

As for now, he had his snacks, his Raph, and that pesky ass voice in his ear. 

'You let her catch you.' 

"So?" 

'Your dead cover is blown.' 

"But Raphie's safe!" 

'So?' 

"Don't copy me, asshole! All you do is piss me off!" 

'And you don't do the same to me?' 

"Just SHUT UP ALREADY! Raphie and I don't need to hear you anymore." 

'Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I'm SURE it's true, just like all the other secrets you're keeping.' 

Casey responded by opening up a pack of Cheetos and climbing on top of the ice box. The voice stopped. 

"Thank fuck. Now it's just us, Raphie! I knooowww you love Cheetos! Eat up!" He poured some of the orange cheese sticks on the box lid. He'd eat them later, but he had to let his Raph get a chance at them. That was just common courtesy, letting dead people eat first before you! 

Casey let them sit on the lid as he laid down next to the snacks, singing very much off key one of his favorite songs. 

"Love I can't ignore you, in my room, I do adore you Love, I can't ignore you, in my room, do anything for ya', tap tap on that piece o' ass!" He laughed at that, remembering all the times he used to roll by Raph on his skates and lovingly slap him on the ass like nobody was watching. "R-Remember that, Raphie? Remember that?" He choked out in between laughs, his face pressed up against the metal box as if he was touching Raph himself. Honestly, that wasn't a bad idea either, sliding in the box for a couple minutes to hold his dearly departed.

And as much as Casey loved the idea, he felt like Cheetos would be a right pain in the ass to get out of the floor, if he didn't want ants and rats raiding his new place. Even if the flooring wasn't carpet, but plain, flimsy, wooden floorboards.

Seeing as the Cheetos would only get cold and attract bugs with the morning air, he took one to munch on with a sigh. Despite common courtesy and all, it wasn't as if he could have expected anything to happen to the Cheetos. With that as a given, he ate them in silence.

The silence felt wrong. He was only feet away from his lover, his Raphie, but the silence was even more crushing and bone chilling than regular silences did.

'It wouldn't be so quiet if you'd saved him,' that jackass whispered in his ear silkily.

Casey banged his head against the mini freezer with a groan. Of all the things to break the silence. He'd have preferred one of the turtles, April, Splinter, Karai, or, heck, even Super Shredder discovering his dwellings than that stupid voice echoing in the silence around him.

"Jackass."

'Imbecile.'

"Useless."

'Ditto.'

Casey huffed and scooped the rest of the Cheetos into his hands. As he ate in the silence, he knew that the voice wouldn't have made an appearance if Raph hadn't died– no. Hadn't been killed. Murdered. Massacred.

He still had a job to do, after all. Kill Super Shredder. No resurrections allowed, and if anyone tried, Casey would kill them too.

But how would one kill Super Shredder? Casey had thrown nearly everything, if not everything, that he had at Super Shredder, and it barely did anything.

Well, another voice offered, nobody survives a good old fashioned decapitation, did they? Not unless they were, like, one of those Greek monsters. But Casey was pretty damn sure Super Shredder could only grow spikes, not extra heads.

So Casey Jones made another list. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that he should probably get a notebook or something of the sort.

WAYS TO KILL THAT FUCKER:

Decapitation

Stabbing with something really big (ironic)

Bombing

Drill

Sniper shot in the eye

They were in no particular order of ways that he'd prefer to have it done, or efficiency and ease with which it could be done. If he'd had to choose, Stabbing With Something Really Fucking Big would be his preference. Make Saki look at him while he died, with nobody he could call to. Casey would grin as the light left that monster's eyes.

The only problems would be keeping the way clear for him to do the necessary deed, and finding something big enough to pierce enough flesh to kill the fucker.

The turtles and Splinter were already ninjas, and while Casey could keep up with them to the extent that he went on missions, he doubted he could handle fighting all of them, especially Splinter. Slash was a beast of a turtle, but Casey was fast enough that he might be able to outrun and KO him with his taser. April's powers weren't to be discounted either, and he'd do well to preoccupy her first, if anybody was to try and stop him.

Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. They would already resent him for not being able to save Raph, he didn't need the added weight of a full on fight with them and their allies.

In regards to his second need, he could probably fashion something thick and strong enough to take him out once he amassed more of his and Raph's possessions.

Regardless, he'd have to up the ante with his gear. What worked on the Purple Dragons and Baxter Stockman wouldn't work on Shredder or, if it came to it, his friends.

As he made another mindless snatch at his palm, he looked down. The Cheetos were gone, save for the orange powder.

He scooped the remaining powder from the top of the freezer, walked over to the collapsed wall, and dusted it off into the morning breeze. Some of it blew right back at him, and he was glad he still had his hockey mask on. Furiously swiping at his face, he managed to dislodge the remnants into the city.

Now, only one thought ran through Casey's head.

Oroku Saki would die. And Casey Jones would be the one to do it.

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A/N: There's no party like a murder party *proceeds to jammy-jam*

Also, if you wanna check out any other writing I've done, then my AO3 is here!

Chapter Four ->

[callyourose]

match point, chapter two.

→ masterlist

— In which Art and Patrick find themselves intertwined with the relationship of tennis superstar Tashi Duncan and her best friend, Lennon Caddel.

LENNON CADDEL AND TASHI DUNCAN WEREN'T IN LOVE. Contrary to popular belief. Their own parents had sat down both of their daughters and asked them about it. Not that they would tell the truth if they were. They were best friends. That's all. Sure, they kissed sometimes and Tashi had a soft spot only for Lennon and Lennon valued Tashi's opinion more than anybody on the planet. She had dumped plenty of boyfriends at the advice of her best friend; so much so that she just preferred the stay single. She would wait until Tashi found someone that was worthy of her attention. She knew best, after all. Lennon wasn't a pushover, though. She had had to explain that to plenty of friends and boyfriends and even her own parents. She could stand up for herself, really she could. But what is there to stand up for when it comes to Tashi? She did know best. "He's not obsessed with you enough", Tashi would say after hanging out with Lennon and her boy of the month. "You need someone who's going to be so devoted to you that they can't think of anything else." Tashi would take Lennon's face in her hands, press a kiss to her forehead, and hug her tightly. No one was more devoted than Tashi. Their relationship wasn't entirely platonic, they knew that. But it wasn't romantic either. They were so devoted to each other that the line had started to blur.

    ��"They're not coming." Art was staring at the dirty ceiling of his and Patrick's shared hotel room. The party had ended three hours ago, and the time had begun to creep into the early hours of the morning. Patrick was standing, pacing, shuffling a deck of cards.

"They might," he huffed.

"But they're not."

Patrick knew they weren't coming. He knew it was soon as the thought entered his head six hours ago and he knew it before it left Art's mouth three hours later. "That's only because you made it sound like we want to fuck them in here!"

Art rolled over on to his stomach, pressing his head into the hard mattress. He wanted to scream, the sound muffled by the fabric, but he wasn't the dramatic type. He was irritated, obviously. He wanted to see Lennon and Tashi again but Patrick was right. He did make it sound like they wanted to fuck them in the sticky atmosphere of their hotel room. 

"Do we not?" He asked, turning his head so Patrick would hear him. 

"Well, yes! But that's..." the brunette stopped pacing, turning around so he could make eye contact with Art. "Not tonight. Not in… here. We don't even know them really."

Art rolled over on his side completely, tucking his hands under his head. "That's never stopped you before."

Two floors down, Lennon and Tashi were having a similar conversation. Tashi was standing at the bathroom mirror, moisturizing and brushing her teeth and Lennon was sitting criss cross on their shared king-size bed. 

"I'm just saying," Lennon pleads, like she had for the better part of the last two hours, "What's the worst that could happen? If we go over?"

Tashi turns off the bathroom light and joina her friend in bed. 

"Uh, they get drunk and try to fuck us?" She answered, brushing a stray hair out of the other girl's face.

Lennon hesitated before answering. "...Would that really be the worst thing?"

Tashi's eyes go wide and she doubles over laughing. This was routine for her. Pretty boys approach her, she entertains them for a while, and then she ghosts. She had enough on her plate. She didn't need boys, girls, or anyone to get in the way of her life, her success, and most importantly her relationship with Lennon. 

"I'm serious!" Lennon whines. "I know this happens to you all the time, but this never happens to me! I just..." She sighs and avoids Tashi's gaze.

"You what, Len?" Her eyebrows are furrowed and she grips Lennon's arm, forcing her to look at her. Her grip is strong in comparison to the sticky sweetness dripping from her tone. 

"I'm about to be a college freshman," Lennon continues, "and I... I don't have all the experience that you do. I don't want to be the only girl on Stanford's tennis roster that's... you know..."

"A virgin?"

"Yeah." 

Tashi sighs and lets her arm go. She considers her options. She could tell Lennon no, that she's not going and she knows Lennon will only go if she goes. Or...

"Get your shoes on, then." Tashi stands, sliding her own shoes onto her already socked feet. 

Lennon looks up at her wide eyed, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile. "Really?"

She receives the smallest smile before being handed her beat up converse. "Really. Let's go before I change my mind."

So she takes out her retainer, pulls on her shoes, and grins.

"How do I look?" 

Beautiful. Like always. "Fuckable." 

Now it's Lennon's turn to double-over laughing.

[diorinhiseyes]

“Keep Quiet!” – Vinnie Hacker x Reader

SUMMARY: When your friends want to play hide and seek at an abandoned hospital, your friends don’t have to convince you. Vinnie on the other hand is not as eager as you. However, you help him ease his nerves.

In other words: Sex in an abandoned hospital while you are playing hide and seek with your friends.

WARNINGS: smut ➔ unprotected sex, vaginal sex, some dirty talk, praise kink, cockblocking, cockwarming; language; mention of death; English is not my first language.

WORD COUNT: around 2,000.

“KEEP QUIET!”

You weren’t necessarily an easily scared girl. You loved horror movies and enjoyed playing horror games. So when one of your friends shot you a message asking if you want to explore some abandoned building, you were overjoyed, which couldn’t have been said about Vinnie.

“The others want to meet up,” you stated as you get up from his bed and strolled closer to his wardrobe, “at the old hospital.”

“That’s cool,” he hummed, his eyes still fixated on some TV show about cars. “Do you want me to take you?”

“Yeah,” you answered before fishing out a black t-shirt and threw it against his chest, “I mean you are invited too.”

“No thanks.” The words casually slipped from his lips as he cast a short glance at your features. A frown was sitting on your mouth.

“Please, Vinnie,” you begged before pressing a short kiss against his neck, slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. His breaths became heavier as he tried to hold back a moan. “It would mean a lot to me.”

“No, babe.” He wasn’t giving in, he learned his lesson the first time. “We were almost caught the last time... and fuck, I don’t wanna get possessed by some ghost.”

“Vin, you’re twenty. Are you really gonna be afraid of some spirits?” you asked with raised eyebrows, a teasing grin appearing on your face.

“Fuck you, I’m not afraid,” he huffed as he pulled the shirt over his head, letting it fall against his heated skin. “But if I get possessed that’s on ya.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we go now?” you hurried him before grabbing your bag and his personal belongings.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I just need my license.”

“It’s right here.” You hold his wallet up, slightly shaking it. He gently grabbed and slipped it into his jeans’ pocket before turning to face you.

“Let’s leave then.”

𓆩♡𓆪 • 𓆩♡𓆪 • 𓆩♡𓆪

The gravel loudly crunched under your sneakers as you got closer to the old hospital. Your friends were already there, their figures illuminated by the dim light of the phone screens.

Vinnie’s hand was tightly hugging your waist as you kept walking at a steady pace. It was quiet, only the distant voices of your friends could be heard. The silence was eerie, and you were wondering if it was really as good an idea as you thought.

The phone’s vibration snapped you out of your mind. You quickly reached into your purse, your boyfriend’s fingers still grasping onto the thin fabric of your tee as you accepted the call.

“Are you coming or not, babes?” Laila’s high-pitched voice welcomed you from the other side.

“I’m already here,” you answered.

“Oh, that’s you and lover boy in the distance?” she playfully questioned, a short chuckle following her words.

“Yep.”

“Thank God, I was afraid that we have to run again.”

“Didn’t you say that there’s no security?” you asked, your voice filling with dread. Maybe Vinnie was right and hanging out in an abandoned building wasn’t the right idea.

“There isn’t,” she started, “but you can never know.”

Her answer didn’t ease your nerves.

“Anyway, see ya soon.”

“Yeah, bye.”

The line went silent before you locked your phone and slipped it back into your purse. Not long after the call, you reached your friends, earning a bunch of ‘hellos’ and ‘heys’.

“Can we go in now? I’m getting rather cold,” Laila asked impatiently as she rubbed her arms.

“I told you to wear a t-shirt, not a tank top,” her boyfriend reminded her as he glanced at her, slightly judging his girlfriend’s clothing choices.

“Whatever,” she murmured with a slight scoff on her lips. “Can we go in now?”

“Actually, what do you guys want to do inside?” Vinnie’s question came.

“I don’t know... play hide and seek, truth or dare or explore,” Vivian shrugged her shoulders.

“Vivian, we are not a bunch of fucking ten-years-old. We are not gonna play hide and seek,” Martin remarked. His twin sister’s cheeks heated up due to her brother’s scolding.

“Then let’s raise the risks. The first one to be found will have to spend an hour in the morgue...” Laila suggested.

“That’s not so bad,” Carl cut in.

“...without a phone and alone.”

“Yeah, no thank you,” Vinnie remarked and turned around, ready to leave. He wasn’t in the mood to hide in a creepy, abandoned hospital where hundreds of people could have died. It was the reason why it was shut down after all. There were too many suspicious deaths and missing patients who were never found until this day.

“Vin, please. We can hide together, can’t we?” you asked your friends, your eyes pleading them to say yes.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” One of the boys agreed.

“Fuck, alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Carl was the first one to step into the old building with his girlfriend beside him, and then the twins followed them, leaving you and Vinnie the last ones to get inside.

“So, are there any rules?” Your question softly echoed through the room.

“Seeker waits a minute before starts looking for the hiders. The basement is off hands,” Laila explained. “I’m not in the mood to go down into the morgue just yet.”

“Me neither... Who is gonna be the seeker?” Martin inquired.

“Me,” Vivian was quick to grasp onto the opportunity not to have to hide alone in a dusty room.

“Alright then. The one minute starts now.”

While the others mostly went in the same direction, you and your boyfriend made your way up to the second floor before finding a hiding place behind a hospital bed.

You slowly sat down, pulling Vinnie with you as you got more comfortable on the concreted floor.

“You okay?” you asked as you leaned against his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to it.

“Yes, I’m just a little nervous,” he awkwardly chuckled as he played with his fingers.

“Well, I have a few ideas to help you ease your nerves,” you teased him as you grabbed the hem of your panties before pulling them down and tucking them into his jean’s pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” you mischievously asked, a sly grin making its way onto your lips.

“I’m not fucking you, babe. No way. What if somebody is watching us?”

“I thought you were into that... and it’s not like somebody is actually here.”

You straddled his thighs before you soft sucked on his neck, the sensitive skin turning red under your lips. A soft groan left his mouth as he grabbed onto your waist, his fingers gripping onto your flesh.

Your hands wandered to his pants before you pulled his zipper down, his white boxers peeking out from the dark fabric. Your digits sneaked inside and softly grabbed onto his shafts. You could feel his growing erection as you kept caressing it. Soft moans and whines left his lips as you rubbed against his thigh, your wetness damping the material.

“Fuck, babe. You are so fucking hot. Rubbing against me like a damn kitten. I wanna see you cum on my thigh.”

“I don’t think I can go on for that long without you fucking me,” you whispered into his ears before you took your shirt off and let it fall onto the concrete floor. “I want you to touch me.”

“Does my kitten want me to touch her?”

You only nodded which gave Vinnie the permission, he so desperately wanted.

His touch cooled down your heated skin as he played with your breasts. His hands gently kneaded the tissue, earning small cries from you.

“Your tits are fucking perfect, babe.”

Your nipples hardened with every stroke of his fingers.

“I want you inside me, Vinnie,” you whined as you pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. You lined yourself against his shaft and carefully descended down his length. Your arms found a resting place around his neck, steadying yourself in his lap.

A soft hiss left your lips as your walls stretched. The burning sensation slowly died down as Vinnie’s grip on your waist guided your movements.

“Fuck, Vinnie. You make me feel so fucking good,” you whined into his ear. A groan escaped from his throat at your needy sobs, his Adam’s apple slightly moving up and down. One of his hands sneaked down to your clit, his thumb gently drawing circles on it.

“You are so fucking hot when you are riding me, babe,” he hummed softly, his voice barely audible. “I lo –.”

His words died down as he felt your body tense. He knew you enough to know that it wasn’t because you were close to cum.

“Vivian is here,” you noted. He took a glance at the entrance as the flashlight peeked through the gap between the door and the wall. “What should we do?”

You were nervous. What if Vivian found you like this? Half naked while you were riding your boyfriend.

It was your idea to have sex, but fuck, you didn’t really think this through...

“Just keep quiet, alright?” he whispered, “It’s gonna be fine. She’ll leave...”

You did as Vinnie asked and kept quiet. However, once you heard Vivian’s footsteps close to your hiding stop, your body tensed once again and your pussy tightened around his dick. A low hiss left his lips at the sudden feeling.

“Stop moving, babe,” he winced before his hands grabbed onto your hips, keeping you in one place.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

Vivian was close to the door, you were sure of it. You didn’t dare to open your eyes, not even when you could hear the creaking of the floor. You just hoped that your shadows weren’t going to betray you.

“Is somebody here?” Her high-pitched voice filled the room as she scanned her surroundings.

You were sure you were fucked, until a loud bang hit your and seemingly her ears. She quickly left the room in search of the source of the noise.

“Fuck, it was close,” Vinnie sighed as he caressed your cheeks, a tear meeting with his finger. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Nothing,” you answered as you swept the salty drops away from your eyes. “I was just fucking nervous...”

“Well, it was your idea to fuck,” he reminded you cheekily.

“Yeah, turns out I don’t like the thrill of it as much as I thought I would,” you explained. “I’m sorry about it.”

“It’s fine. I actually liked it. It was quite hot,” he smiled at you.

“Could we stay like this? I don’t really feel like continuing it,” you confessed as you let your head fall against his chest.

“Yeah, sure.”

His hands hugged you around, pulling you even closer to his body. His heartbeat was like a lullaby to you, slowly lulling you to sleep. His fingers caressed your hair as his lips met your forehead from time to time.

“You feel so cozy around me,” he muttered, his hot breath sending pleasant shivers down your spine. “So warm. You fit me just perfect.”

The warmness that bloomed in your stomach, spread through your whole body. You were getting aroused again. His praises always had this effect on you. He knew what to say and how to say... he knew you way too well.

“And you feel so good inside me, Vinnie,” you moaned before kissing his lips. “Filling me all the way.”

“Fuck, babe, keep talking like that and I might just cum inside you.”

“Hmmm...”

The vibrating off your phone made you glance at your back, a frustrated sigh leaving your lungs. You reached for your bag and fished out your phone. You left Vinnie’s lap with a soft whine before accepting the call.

“Where are you, babe?” Laila’s voice rung out from the speakers.

“In the hospital?!” you answered slowly, not sure why she asked.

“Are you guys fucking?” she chuckled slyly. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realised that your friends were probably around her. “You freaky girl. Couldn’t wait for us to get here, huh?”

“No, what the fuck, no,” you quickly responded, only realising what she said seconds later, “Wait, what do you mean?”

“I don’t understand...”

“Did you guys just get here?” you questioned warily. This whole situation was getting freaky.

“Yeah, I mean it’s just still me and Carl... Vivian can’t come though, she got sick,” she explained.

Your head was spinning. You just fucking saw everybody an hour before, and now apparently, Vivian was sick at home.

“Laila, please, tell me you are lying to me,” you pleaded, hoping she would confess and say she was just fucking with you.

“I’m not lying, babe,” she claimed. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck, no, I’m not,” you cried out, “We came in together guys, we played hide and seek and Vivian was the seeker. You even call –, Laila, are you here? Laila?”

The line went silent and you dropped your phone back into your purse before standing up.

“We need to leave, Vinnie,” you uttered.

You quickly tug your shirt on while your boyfriend pulled his boxers and trousers on. Once you were both dressed, you grabbed his hand, leading him out of the cursed hospital room.

“What’s going on?” he asked as you descended the stars, your fingers still interwined.

“I don’t fucking know, but we need to leave,” you breathed out, the air slowly leaving your lungs. “Something’s not right.”

You hastily reached the door with Vinnie close in your heels. You turned the knob, yet it didn’t nugde. You tried it one more time, and still nothing, it was stuck.

“We are trapped, Vinnie.”

“Babe, Vinnie,” your friend’s words filled the hallway. You looked around, searching the hospital in the hazy moonlight when you caught a glimpse of her brown hair in the open window. “You can come out of here.”

You get to the window before Vinnie helped you out with Carl’s help. Your boyfriend followed your movements and finally left the creepy building.

“Are you guys okay? I tried to call you back, but it kept taking me to voicemail,” she started and stole a glance at your naked arms. “What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your body, it’s full of scratches and Vinnie’s too.”

What the fuck had just happen?

NOTE: this fic was inspired by an asmr, but fuck, I can’t find it. I totally forget the name of the YT channel. If I ever come across it, I will be sure to drop the link for you guys.

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, please leave a comment or reblog it. Your support means a lot!

[babecoups]

nights like this || jackson wang

⇢ pairing: jackson wang x female reader  ⇢ genre: angst | fluff | smut | slight forbidden romance | brother’s best friend au | idiots to lovers ⇢ summary: You have the worst luck when it comes to relationships, but sometimes the right guy for you is the one you shouldn’t have feelings for in the first place. ⇢ rating: 18+ ⇢ warnings: mentions alcohol | cheating | outdoor sex | protected sex | dirty talk | very light choking | spitting | degradation | biting | marking | soft dom!jackson, sub!reader | begging | clothed sex | one nonsexual spank | name calling | pet names ⇢ word count: 2.8k ⇢ a/n: This was written for K-Vanity’s Beauty in Bloom Event. The spring theme I used is just these idiots f*cking under the stars on a spring night so I hope that’s okay lol. Thank you @yutasthetic​ for looking over this for me. Honestly, this came to me while I was listening to his song Drive You Home.

“Get in.”

His voice is rough and cold, but he’s still a gentleman, reaching over to open the door for you. You climb in, avoiding his curious eyes so that he cannot see the streams of mascara that run down your cheeks. You already feel terrible for dragging him out this late; certainly, he must have had plans with someone more interesting than you.  “Thanks–”

“Will your friends need rides home too?” he asks abruptly, cutting you off before you can thank him.

You shake your head. “No, they left with their boyfriends.”

Jackson scoffs, knuckles turning white from how hard he grips the wheel. The music coming through the speakers isn’t loud enough to cut the heavy tension. He’s pissed, you can tell by how his leg bounces up and down as he waits for traffic to clear so he can pull out onto the street. The nightclub’s large neon sign grants enough light to see the rage etched on his face.

“And where’s yours?”

“He umm… He didn’t pick up,” you confess. There’s no sense in lying when he knows the truth about your dying relationship.

His car speeds off, leaving the city life behind. Now, you have to return to the suburbs, and reclaim the perfect daughter role. You look at him out of your peripheral, and are nearly blinded by the diamonds adorning his chain. Jackson’s always had an interest in nice things, much like your older brother. You can see why the two of them are best friends.

Jackson’s been around forever; he grew up with you and your siblings. Despite being three years older than you, the two of you bonded quite well. Your brother even told him to “keep an eye” on you while he’s studying abroad, and Jackson’s been doing just that. Although you’re sure he didn’t sign up to be the person who saves the day every time your piece of shit boyfriend ghosts you. But for the last two months, that’s exactly what he’s been doing.

“Of course, he didn’t. Fucking dumbass.” You lower your head once he gets on the freeway since there’s nothing else interesting to see once you’ve left the city limits. “How many times am I going to have to cover his ass?... What’s the point of dating someone who leaves you on read all the time?”

“It’s not always like this, Jackson.”

“Bullshit. When did you become so delusional?” he murmurs.

You try not to let his words get to you because you know he’s only speaking out of anger, but they stab your heart like a dagger. Mainly because you know it’s true. You want to believe everything’s okay, but honestly, your relationship ended weeks ago when you saw another girl getting out of his car. He told you it was his friend, but Snapchat said otherwise.

However, Jackson doesn’t know all of that so you don’t understand where all this resentment towards you and your soon to be ex comes from. If he didn’t want to pick you up tonight, he could have said no and you would have called an Uber or something.

“If this is about the ride, I’m sorry. You can let me out, if you want and I’ll pay you–”

“Y/N, will you please just stop talking!” Jackson’s outburst makes you jolt in your seat, dropping your purse and phone on the floor in the process. His fist punches the steering wheel so hard you fear he’s hurt his hand.

A heavy silence fills the air, and the urge to say something lingers on your tongue. But you ultimately go against it out of fear of upsetting him even more. Instead, you reach forward to grab your things, just as a text at 12:13 am comes across the screen. It’s him, and you unlock it to see what the message says. 

Him: sorry. another time?

That’s it? Not even an excuse as to why he stood you up? It hurts. All you wanted to do tonight is have a little fun with your girls and then spend the rest of the weekend with your boyfriend, like you had been planning all week. Suddenly, an act of desperation mixed with adrenaline courses through you, and your finger clicks his contact without much thought. The phone begins to ring, but Jackson snatches from your hand before it reaches your ear.

“What are you–”

He tosses it in the backseat carelessly, and speeds up, switching lanes to exit the freeway. “Jackson, what are you doing? That was my phone!”

You unhook your seatbelt and shift in your seat to search for your phone, but Jackson slaps the back of your thigh, causing you to quickly turn around. Once your butt is back in the seat, you look at him with narrow eyes.

“I can’t do this with you anymore,” he comments, staring straight ahead. You aren’t sure what that even means, but you’re too busy replaying what just happened in your mind. Did he just spank you? And more importantly, why did it make you smile?

Jackson can barely get his car in park before he gets out. He’s pulled underneath a bridge, in a spot you all used to hang out at when you were young. No one comes here because they can’t stand the sounds of the cars traveling above, but you’re so used to it; you’ve learned to tune it out.

You watch him as he walks around to the passenger side of the car and opens your door without explanation. “Come on.”

He pulls you out without much effort then closes the door behind you.

“Jackson, what’s wrong?” you quiz, but he responds by gently pushing your back against the car. 

The hand that’s resting on your arm moves to your nape while its thumb finds your cheek. He closes in, using his body to trap you against the vehicle. You’re more confused than a little, but you still wait for whatever happens next. Finally, he speaks but he only leaves you with more questions.

“Everything’s wrong.” The way he focuses on your lips, you would swear he’s going to–

You freeze when he kisses you. Your brain doesn’t catch up until seconds later, and it’s then when you finally mold into his embrace. The early morning spring air does nothing to cool down the fever that rises to your cheeks when his left hand ventures down your back. 

“You sure you don’t want to push me away?” he asks you, kissing your neck and the exposed portion of your shoulder.

“Not at all.” You try to pull him in for another kiss, but he stops you, and your lips pout.

Jackson gives you a look that lets you know he needs a straight answer from you. “Have you been drinking?”

“I pre-gamed, but that’s it. The bar was too crowded for me,” you answer honestly and Jackson’s features soften. However, it takes only seconds for you to pull him back in.

You start moaning when his hands begin to squeeze your ass, and eventually he lifts your leg and wraps it around his waist. His bulge presses against your center and shocks you with its size. You can feel him on your inner thigh and you can just tell he’s large and thick. “I don’t know where to touch first,” he mutters as his lips trace the shell of your ear.

“How about you just fuck me first?”

“Well, if that’s what you really want…” Jackson’s right hand moves to reach in his pocket before he pulls out his wallet and sets it on the hood. He fishes through its departments while he leaves a trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, carelessly biting your skin, and surely leaving marks for you to find in the morning. 

You watch his head rise to open a condom by ripping the wrapper with his teeth. The hand on your ass moves to pull down his boxers and sweatpants, exposing his cock to the night air. You gawk at its length when it springs out and slaps your stomach, and your mind wonders how it’s even going to fit. 

“Aren’t you going to take your panties off?” he inquires while he rolls on the condom, giving himself a few strokes in the process. 

You grab his face and trace your thumbs over his fresh facial while you wait for him to discover the obvious himself. However, he doesn’t seem to follow so you decide to just blurt it out. “I’m not wearing panites, Jackson.”

Jackson curses and pushes up your skirt to see if you’re telling the truth. When his thumb feels nothing but bare skin, his head falls forward. 

He sighs. “So you were expecting to get fucked tonight, weren’t you?”

“No, I wasn’t–”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Your words get stuck in your throat. You’re speechless. It isn’t like you have much room to argue anyway; you were expecting to get some tonight. Somehow, it just happens to be your brother’s best friend. “We all have secrets, baby.”

A silent cry has your mouth hanging open when the tip of his cock rubs up and down your slit to lubricate itself. His eyes never leave your face as he slowly sinks into you, gauging your reaction just in case you change your mind.

“Fuck!” Your entire body trembles with pleasure and then he knows that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. 

Your hands grab fistfuls of his shirt while your watery eyes stare into his. It’s a silent plea for him to give you more, to fuck you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

He chuckles. “Eager, aren’t we?... Just like a little whore.”

His change in demeanor surprises you, but has your pussy clenching and body craving to hear more.

“Oh, god. Yes–more. Please,” you whimper, pressing your face against his shoulder to muffle your cries.

He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him. “At least you’re a whore with manners, huh?”

Jackson picks you up and places you on the hood of his car. He spreads your legs and pulls you close, spitting on your pussy after he pulls out a few inches.

You rest on your hands with your legs wide, swirling your hips to match every thrust. “Goddamn it, how are you this wet?”

The lewd sounds your pussy makes should be embarrassing, but you’re too close to your release to care about it. Even the loud traffic above you can’t even mask the sounds of your skin slapping together. “Do you always let guys fuck this tight pussy wherever and whenever, or is this all for me? You just couldn’t resist me, could you?”

“I–”

“You wanted me inside of you?... Understandable. Everyone does.” Your eyes roll back when he bottoms out, reaching places that your boyfriend could never reach. The angle in which he’s fucking you takes you to your peak within minutes.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” you warn, gripping his arm for support.

His hand lifts to cup your cheek, giving you soft eyes before he grabs your throat, squeezing gently. “Go ahead. Make a mess, sweetheart.” 

When he winks, it’s like he turned on a switch. The coil within you snaps and the world around you begins to spin. Jackson has to quickly cover your mouth to block your screams, but he continues to fuck you and hold you close until you both have ridden out your highs.

Silence follows as you both stay in your positions until his softened length slips out of you. You open your mouth to speak first but he beats you to it. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“No. I enjoyed it. Really,” you answer, trying to get him to look at you but he keeps his gaze averted to the ground.

Jackson shakes his head, removing the condom, and then tucking himself back into his pants. He mutters to himself, but it’s too low for you to hear. However, after several seconds, he speaks up. “I was never mad at you. You need to know that. I just got pissed at him for leaving you hanging like that. That guy really doesn’t deserve you, and I know it isn’t my place to say that, but I just… Fuck, your brother’s going to kill me.”

“You don’t have to tell him, Jackson,” you suggest, and he scoffs.

“Like hell I don’t. That’s my best friend. Do you know how fucked up it is to hide all this shit from him?”

He misses the way your head tilts with curiosity.

“Damn it, I just screwed this shit up.” As Jackson paces back and forth, you hop off of the car and walk towards him. Ever since your brother left, he’s been acting a bit different, and on a gut feeling, you decide to ask him about it.

“Jackson?”

“Yeah, what is it?” he responds, not even turning your way.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

He stops walking and his body stiffens like he’s been caught in the act. When he shakes his head, you approach him and touch his shoulder. It’s then when he finally looks at you. “Are you sure? You’re like one of my best friends, and we’ve already crossed the line so just spit it out.”

“I can’t do that, Y/N–”

“I love you, you know?” you admit.

Jackson has to take a deep breath before he speaks, and the whole few seconds are like torture for you. It’s not a lie. You never thought he’d like you back since you’re his best friend’s little sister, but tonight changes everything. 

“Not in the way I love you, though. Come on, let’s get you home.” Jackson tries to walk away, but you grab his arm.

“If you’re worried about my relationship, it’s already over.”

“Y/N, you know it isn’t about that. Your brother–”

“Already knows I have a crush on you,” you interrupt. “He told me I shouldn’t bother you with my nonsense, though. Because you don’t go for girls like me.”

Jackson turns his body so he can face you. “Girls like you?”

“The wild ones. The kind that likes to go clubbing and stuff.” 

He chuckles. “What?” you ask curiously.

“I only told him that so he could get off my ass about staring at you all the time.”

Your brows crinkle as you think about the situation and how silly you two look right now. “So this whole time…”

“We’ve been pretending…when we could have been spending time with each other?” 

You nod.

Everything’s quiet for a moment, and you’re the one who finally speaks first.

“So, what now?”

Jackson shrugs, sighing as he looks around. “I need to talk to your brother.”

“No!”

“I have to, baby. If it were the other way around, I’d want to know,” he tells you, massaging the backs of your hands so you can loosen your grip on his.

“No, I mean… Can we do that tomorrow? He’s going to flip out and I don’t want to kill the mood right now, and–”

“Well, what do you want to do now?” he quizzes, bringing a smile to your face.

You point towards his car, and look up at him with your lashes fluttering. “Take me for a ride?”

Jackson laughs and wraps his arm around you.

“Come on, but no more texting that loser,” he warns.

“You wanna see how fast I can block him?”

He opens the door for you and allows you to climb inside before he responds. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Next week, you’ll let me hide out at your place for spring break?”

“Must you ruin everything?” 

Jackson can’t help but laugh when you flash him a smile, and for a second he just stares at you in awe, making you a little shy so you turn away. But his hand brings your attention back to him by turning your head in his direction. “As long as you promise me something.”

“Anything,” you tell him.

“The next time you need something, you call me first. Deal?” He holds up his pinky finger and it only takes you a second for you to wrap yours around his.

“Deal.” 

Jackson lets his hand fall to your thigh, and gives it a gentle squeeze before he closes the door. He walks around to the driver’s side and takes his seat. However, instead of pulling off he leans over and kisses your cheek. “Remember, I’m always going to be there when you need me so don’t be afraid if this doesn’t work out, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

He puts his car in drive and speeds off, hopping back on the freeway and merging with the early morning traffic. But he doesn’t take the exit to the suburbs or the one that leads to his condo. Jackson shows you all the places he loves, and along the way, gets you to fall in love with them too. Just as easily as he got you to fall for him. 

You aren’t sure how your brother will react when he finds out, but you know that the feeling you get when you’re with Jackson is unmatched by anyone, and you don’t plan on losing this any time soon.

[sukirichi]

request: SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK CHARACTERS — (yuuji, megumi, and gojo satoru ver!)

notes: i’ve reached a point in hell of no return, help 😩 anon knows exactly what she’s talking about and i’d be more than honoured to add on to this concept

warnings: nsfw content such as public sex, overstimulation, degradation, manhandling, oral sex (f and m receiving), road head, and slight cumplay (nsfw under the cut!) + this is unedited/not proofread,

(all minor characters are aged up)

masterlist ! requests are open

ITADORI YUUJI

he’s a pretty innocent boy

in a way that he’s not always dirty minded instead of him totally being...well, inexperienced

so when you ask him if he can come with you pick a swimsuit, he happily agrees

he loves going shopping with you and is extremely patient even if you take half an hour in just one shop

he’d happily carry your bags for you

seriously, this man is so low maintenance, he’s not going to ask for anything else or whine that you’re taking too long or that he’s hungry

he’s REALLY really patient and supportive of you

and even though he’s not an expert in women’s fashion, he’ll honestly give his opinions if he thinks a dress or shoe looks good on you or no

he might also remind you just how convenient your outfit would be on the event you plan to use it t

but this time, it’s a different case because you’re buying a swimsuit

now, yuuji’s seen you naked before so it’s nothing new to him anymore, but the moment he walks inside the swimsuit shop with all types of frilly bras and colorful pieces, he’ll immediately duck his head down in respect

he’s pretty fidgety the whole time

if you bring up a certain red polka dot bikini in front of your clothed body, tilting your head to the side innocently to ask, “how about this?”

yuuji’s brain will fry right then and there

he can imagine just how great you’d look in it, but he doesn’t want to be rude or too obvious so he’ll just nod and go,

“yeah, babe, that’d look great on you!”

he’s pretty silent the whole time, but really, all the blood’s rushed to his cock already

the whole drive back, yuuji is already so sensitive and clenching his jaw with his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel while you sit next to him, hiding your smirk

you almost want to laugh at how flustered he is, but he’s trying his best not to show it

but you’re not that bad, and so you ask him to pull over because the tent in his pants looks so uncomfortable and you doubt he’ll be patient enough to jack off in the bathroom when you both go back home

he’s confused at first, glancing over you with worry

“why, what’s wrong? did you want to go somewhere else?”

“no,” you laugh, pushing your hair back into a makeshift ponytail

and THAT has yuuji driving recklessly and swerving real fast and furious style because he knows what’s about to happen next

despite his eagerness, he’s still concerned about you, breathing heavily as you lean over your seats and start to unzip his pants

“a-are you sure about this? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,”

poor baby is already shaking the moment your nails rake over his thigh, your breath just ghosting over his clothed erection which is already damp with pre-cum

this makes you hum in agreement because yes of course you’re sure

you had a feeling yuuji would be turned on with this little escapade anyway, but you didn’t think he’d be this needy already

now it’s time for you to relax your throat and prepare yourself because yuuji is THICK

safe to say, all your arrogance is gone the moment you choke on his length, his big hands helping you keep the hair away from your face

meanwhile, yuuji is messily thrusting his hips up to your mouth, enjoying the way you just feel so warm around him

“f-fuck, baby, feels so good. i can imagine you already in that flimsy material, you’d be so pe-perfect, fuuckk.”

your chest swells with pride, always having been weak when it comes to his praising

once he reaches his high and paints your face white, yuuji lazily pulls you closer to him to kiss you, moaning when he tastes himself on your lips

you only giggle at how romantic he is even when your hands are still stroking his softening cock, and yuuji shudders a bit at the gesture

because he’s been such a great and supportive boyfriend today, you swipe at the cum near your lips, which makes yuuji’s eyes darken when you collect it with the tip of your tongue

then, as innocently as you could bat your eyelashes at him, you grin,

“would you like to see me wear it tonight? just for you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

PLEASE HELP THIS BOY

“gumi, can you come shopping with me tonight? there’s a pool party this weekend with my friends and i need a new swimsuit.”

he wants to say yes because duh

but he also wants to say no because he’d rather not walk around in public with a raging erection

and we all know megumi is big, like come on, he’s toji’s son

like yuuji, i don’t think megumi is that perverted either, but he’s still a teenage boy with raging hormones

he may have more control over himself than yuuji, but he knows his limits

a swimsuit is honestly so innocent — it’s not even half as tempting as when you surprised him with a white lingerie set (which resulted you two in not getting out of bed the whole weekend lmao) so he wonders why the hell he’s so nervous

eventually he convinces himself that going with your girlfriend while she shops for a swimsuit isn’t anything new and it’s just a “normal couple thing” so bedgrudingly, he sighs and agrees

which he immediately regrets the moment you head straight for the skirtinis

there’s so much to choose from, and his eyes widen at the absurdity of how there’s so many designs and patterns

i feel leki megumi is a cheapskate, so he’ll be more focused first on criticizing the price tags before looking at you

“25 dollars for this...thing?”

he’ll shake his head in disapproval, but then straighten up when he sees you frown

“i think it looks cute. don’t you like it?”

you push up a frilly pink skirtini, the shade a soft pastel one that just looks so innocent and cute on you

it doesn’t help that you’re gazing up at him under your lashes either, a small pout on those kissable lips

he admits it does look cute, even cuter because you’re the one wearing it, but he still doesn’t like the price lmao

or at least...not until he’s seen you wearing it

once you’ve both gotten home, megumi heads straight to the kitchen because he’s been so parched (he won’t tell you that he’s been subconsciously swallowing his saliva the whole time, showing him material by material until it all gets suspiciously thinner and more revealing)

he doesn’t like limiting you or telling you what to wear, either, so he just follows you like a lost puppy, careful to note stare too much at anything to not make anyone uncomfortable

but then he goes back to your shared room, just about ready to call it a day since you sure did take your sweet time, and he sees you strutting in your underwear in front of the mirror

megumi freezes at the door like a lagging npc LMAO

“...y/n?”

you smile, turning to him as if he hadn’t just caught you checking yourself out, which he doesn’t blame you for because you look absolutely stunning in it

the skirt just hides the supple flesh of your thighs, but really, he’s more stunned at how your ass looks so perky in that skintight material

megumi looks away, flushed, running a hand through his hair because he’s too much of a gentleman to outright say he finds you so sexy in fear it would sound weird

but you take his sudden aversion something else, and you wrap your arms around yourself a little consciously, voice turning small

“does it look bad on me?”

he immediately picks up on how small you’ve made yourself, his eyes snapping to yours

“no, you look amazing! why would you think that?”

you pout, “you suddenly looked away. it felt like you don’t really like it.”

at this point, megumi is such a blushing, stuttering mess, approaching you carefully with his words stll stumbling over one another

“that’s not true,” he sighs, rubbing his hands on your bare arms, finally letting himself loose and shamelessly staring at how your breasts are just right under him, waiting to be touched

the tension in the room begins to thicken, and you shiver when his hands trail down your hip before squeezing the flesh almost possessively

“beautiful,” he’d murmur almost absentmindedly, and by the time you’re practically melting in the heat of his gaze, megumi just goes ‘fuck it’ and straight out kisses you

he’s gentle though

he knows you felt insecure and so he wants to take his time with you, touching you in places he knows you liked, curling his fingers in just the right spot that has you seeing stars

he doesn’t do anything that would make your body shake, but it still feels good — a lot more like lovemaking

and it is

he wants you to know he loves you and that you’re the most beautiful being ever in his eyes

megumi will kiss you starting from your calves and up to your belly, where he hovers for a minute before changing his mind and diving back down to where you want him the most

small, kitten licks in your core that has you dripping in his tongue, your hands fisting his hair

megumi doesn’t stop telling you how pretty you look just like that, loosing yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you

he doesn’t neglect your breasts; one of his hands reaching up to softly pinch the beaded nipples which has you riding and humping his face even more

megumi buries his face in your heat in that moment, his nose bumping your clit every now and then, and you feel so beautiful with how he can’t seem to get enough of you

he knows this just by the way you clamp down on his tongue, sweet juices coating his lips and he drinks it all like a starved man

“cum for me, sweet girl,” he coaxes, his thumb pushing your lips open as he watches you come undone for him

“that’s right — fuck — you’re so gorgeous, so perfect, just mine.”

and just when you think he’s had enough, megumi only flips you until your core is right on top of his face, his large hands merciless as he pushes your hips forward and backward on his tongue

similar to before, you and megumi stay in bed all day long with him going round per round, never getting tired of making you feel good until you’re just laying spent on your bed, juices flowing out of your abused core

you push megumi away when his fingers slide in your inner thigh

but no he’s not quite done with you yet

“no,” he growls softly, pushing your hands away and pinning you under his weight. “i’m not stopping until you finally see yourself the way i see you. so divine, so ethereal.”

your body is something he’ll never get tired of worshipping

you’re hella tired

but hey who are you to complain

you only wish megumi hadn’t ruined your swimsuit with your cum, but after a promise that he’ll jsut get you another one, you lose yourself to another mind blowing orgasm

GOJO SATORU

let’s be real here

you know EXACTLY what you’re asking for the moment you dragged him into a swimsuit shop

you don’t even bother asking him if he wants to go anymore because gojo being gojo, he’ll be whiny about it, saying you could just surprise him the moment you get home

to which you roll your eyes and say, “this isn’t for you, gojo.”

hah, but anything that is yours is his, and your body is definitely his

gojo is nothing but bored

he wants to go home already and just fuck you already, and he’s getting on your nerves so you threaten that you’re not letting him touch you for a whole week if he doesn’t shut up and accompany you for once

it’s not that gojo is mean and unsupportive of you, he’s just so horny in that moment he can’t think straight

but he also really, really likes touching you so the big man just pouts and crosses his arms

sighing loudly and rather dramatically

it only takes a few seconds before gojo straightens up, peeking under his blindfold when you pick up a plain black bikini with the top knotted behind your neck

it’s not really your style though, so you’re about to move to another design when gojo whines

“wait, why not that one? it would look great on you.”

ofc you know i’ll look great on you, but it’s not your favorite, and it’s fun to tease gojo so you shrug nonchalantly, picking up a dark blue legsuit instead

gojo absolutely LOSES it

man takes off his blindfold just to glare at the material as if it offended him

“babe, what the fuck is that?”

“it’s a legsuit, perfect for scuba diving. plus, it protects my skin from the sun. i wouldn’t want a sunburn.”

the way gojo laughs is so cocky you consider choking him with the suit

“that’s what you have me for?” he points to himself incredulously, “i’ll put the sunblock all over your body babe, you don’t even have to worry about that.”

“please. i’d already be stripped down to my birthday suit before you even get to open the bottle,” you scoff, muttering under your breath, “damn fucking horny guy can’t keep his thing inside his pants.”

however, this doesn’t faze gojo

“and what’s so wrong with finding my girlfriend so sexy and hot i want to fuck her all the time?”

honestly what the hell were you thinking, assuming that you’d one-up gojo when this man would always be superior when it comes to being dirty LMAO he is just so shameless

but whatever, you ignore him, heading to the checkout with a self-assured smile

gojo trails behind you, his anger radiating off of him so strongly you can feel it

“y/n.”

“y/n, you can’t even swim. don’t fuck with me and say you’re buying that to ‘scuba dive.’”

“what, so i can’t learn now?”

“just buy the black bikini. it looks great on you.”

“i told you already, i’m not buying that and wearing it for you. i only dragged you here because i need someone to carry my bags.”

you know what happens to brats?

they get punished.

and that’s exactly what happens

gojo grabs your wrist rather roughly back to where you’ve left the black bikini, and not only does he shove it to your chest, commanding you to wear it, but he also shoves you in the nearest dressing cubicle

next thing you know, gojo has his palm over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind, absolutely railing you to the point tears are flowing down your cheeks

“look at you — not so bratty now, are we? you’re just a slut for my cock, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

gojo lifts one of your legs up in the crook of his arm, forcing you to look at the way your pussy greedily sucks him in in front of the mirror

you’re so wet that the squelching of your pussy, along with the slapping of skin, resonates in the cramped space

you reach behind gojo and move away from his hand, gasping breathily while your breasts bounce

“gojo, ah, shit — we might get caught.”

“do i look like i give a fuck, baby?”

no, he doesn’t. and he proves this by pushing you down by the back until your cheek is squished against the mirror, your ass pressed against his pubic bone

with the way gojo’s hips are angled and his long cock is hitting places only he can reach, you no longer care about people finding you in this position

your mouth is open, eyes rolling at the back of your head and drool even begins to slide from your lips

this makes gojo laugh, two of his fingers rubbing against where you two are connected to gather your wetness before shoving it into your mouth

“shut the fuck up, you slut.”

gojo’s large hands then comes up to grab and squeeze your hips roughly; you think he’ll leave bruises there or marks in the shape of fingers

he’s basically using you as his fucktoy now, paying no mind to how you’re crying from how he’s hitting in so deep and fast

your body just transcends into a different dimension

you’re fucked out, crying and begging for him to go slower

“gojo — baby — p-please, a little more gentle, ah, fuck.”

“what was that?” he teases, bending forwards to nip at your ear. the sudden shift in angles has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and you immediately clench around his cock.

gojo taps your lips when your eyes shut close from the exhaustion, barely able to comprehend anything else other than the familiar coil deep in your belly

“i couldn’t hear you, princess. speak louder.”

“slower, please,” you beg, placing your sweaty palms flat on the mirror in an attempt to hold onto something. “too much, satoru, t’much.”

poor you, his baby looks so tired and fucked out

with a sarcastic sigh, he kisses the pads of your shoulders, then bites the knot of your black bikini until the material falls to the ground

your breasts are now free from its confines, and his rough hands reach to fondle them

you expect him to grip it possessively like how he always does, but instead, he massages them with tender care, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

one of his hands reach over to where your hands are, looping it through your fingers while his thrust slows down

he forms a tantalizing pace of hitting deep before pulling out in a such slow, torturous fashion then slamming back in until he bottoms out in one thrust

it’s dirty, lewd, and still very much wrong — but it feels so right and it’s rare that gojo ever listens to you so you find it romantic

gojo isn’t the least bit apologetic when you’re both kicked out from the shop

because in the end, he won, and he holds your shopping bag with the cum-stained black bikini proudly all the way back to his car

[sweeterthanthis]

Prompt: “You like it, don’t you? Getting fucked in front of him?”

Requested by: @thefallenbibliophilequote and Nonnie ✨ Hold onto your panties! ✨

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Domme!Female Reader x Sub!Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cuckolding, hints of a D/S relationship, vaginal sex, masturbation, light humiliation, talk of anal play, dirty talk, cum eating (kinda), suggestions of future Stucky. Basically, Bucky rails the shit out of you while Steve watches, and I— 🥵 18+.

The lines of your relationship with Steve had always been blurred, his submissive nature shining through from the night of your very first date.

It only grew more obvious as time went on, the way he’d beg you to let him eat your pussy, the soft whimpers that dripped from his lips when you told him how proud you were of him for being such a good boy.

He was a sub, through and through.

So when he’d shyly suggested bringing a friend home, you were less than surprised.

What you didn’t expect was for that friend to be built like a Greek God, with a cock like a fucking stallion.

You didn’t think it was possible to find a man even remotely in the same league as Steve, fully aware that for all his sweetness and desire to be topped by you, he could destroy your body if he really wanted to. He was an impressive specimen, a perfectly carved man with a delicious dick.

But the man splitting your cunt open right now? The one slapping the rough palm of his hand against your ass while he fucked into you with wild abandon? He was something else entirely.

Your eyes met with Steve’s across the room, his hand lightly stroking his rock-hard length as he watched you.

“You like it don’t you?” Bucky purred, leaning down to nip at the nape of your neck. “Getting fucked in front of him?”

You whined in agreement, pushing yourself back onto him, and meeting his brutal thrusts. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head up and angling it in Steve’s direction. The sounds that rung from your throat were nothing short of obscene, mouth hanging open helplessly while he wrecked your pussy, his cock slick with the evidence of your arousal.

“Fuck, Steve. You didn’t tell me she felt this good.” He panted, reaching around, and pinching at your nipples. “Might have to make this a regular thing. Would be a damn shame not to. What do you think, Punk?”

Transfixed at the sight of Steve, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, you reached between your legs; fingers finding your overworked clit and rubbing gently.

You choked on a sob when he withdrew from your throbbing core, hand curling around the back of your neck and pulling you to your feet. His cock bobbed against the curve of your ass as he walked you slowly towards your Boyfriend, your legs nestling between his; eyes meeting his approving, cobalt gaze.

Bucky’s lips ghosted the shell of your ear, a smirk forming when he reached between your legs and cupped your sopping cunt in the palm of his hand. Your hips immediately grinding down, seeking that sweet pressure, your knees almost buckled.

“Tell him, Doll. Tell him how good I’m fucking this tight body.” He forced you closer, hand on the back of your head pushing your down to Steve’s level, Bucky’s digits filling your needy pussy.

Your lips inches from Steve’s, eyes rolling back in your head at the pressure between your legs, you moaned.

“H-he’s fucking me so good, Honey. Opening me up so – shit – so much.”

Steve’s breath hitched at your words, gripping his cock harder in his hand and running his thumb over the tip.

You’d never seen him so enraptured, practically speechless when Bucky pushed you to your knees, fingers slipping from you with a squelch that made you cringe.

You were drenched.

“Put your hands on his knees, Doll. Gonna fuck you right here, at his feet, make him watch while you come all over my dick.”

You scrambled to comply, sticking your ass out and arching your back, fingernails digging into Steve’s legs as you braced yourself for Bucky’s blissful assault.

“For someone who likes to take control, you’re real fuckin’ good at doin’ as your told.” He slammed back into you then, pulling a scream from your lips. “Fuck, she sings so pretty Steve. Does she make these noises for you?”

You didn’t. And you watched, tummy fluttering, as his cheeks reddened, and he shook his head lightly from side to side.

“No? That’s a damn shame, man.” Bucky reached around, swiping his fingers back and forth across your slippery clit and gathering your slick. “You want a taste, Pal? What d’ya think, Doll? Shall we give Stevie here a reward for being a good boy?

Your eyes bulged, and your pussy clenched harder than you ever thought possible. The soft whine that left Steve’s throat and the way his plush lips parted in anticipation; it was downright indecent.

Hearing Bucky call him a good boy had your head spinning, the way he smirked against your cheek, pulling his hand from between your legs and dangling it inches from Steve’s face. He was taunting him, making him chase it, one hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to watch.

Steve froze, and for a split-second you wondered if Bucky had pushed it too far.

“Think he’s waitin’ for permission, Doll.” His cock stilled inside you; hips pressed tightly against your ass. “Go on, tell him what to do.”

You licked at your lips, raking your fingernails against Steve’s thighs and pushing back against Bucky’s beautifully thick cock.

“Go ahead, Honey. Suck on those fingers for me.”

The pressure that formed in your gut when he leant forward, mouth wrapped around the tips of Bucky’s digits, suckling hungrily, and groaning at the taste of you; it was fucking debauched.

It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

A chuckle vibrated against your cheek as Steve gagged, Bucky’s fingers pressing further into his mouth and stroking down on his tongue.

“Well look at that, he really is a good boy huh?” Bucky pulled his hand free, the pathetic whine that followed causing him to huff a laugh as he sat back on his haunches – gripping your waist and picking up his brutal pace once again. His thumb circled your asshole, your tight ring of muscle clenching at the suggested invasion. “Maybe next time I’ll fuck this little ass. How ‘bout that? Stretch it wide open, fill it up with my come, maybe make him clean it up after? Yeah, he’s nasty. He’d fuckin’ love it.”

“Oh God, oh fuck, Bucky.” You cried, that all familiar wave threatening to crash into you at any moment. Your elbows on Steve’s knees, head resting against his thigh, you felt the full force of Bucky’s thrusts.

“Shit, Steve. She’s about to fuckin’ explode. Yeah, here she goes. She’s right— there.” He taunted, forcing you over the edge, ecstasy erupting in your chest and causing every muscle in your body to quake. “Fuck, Doll. That’s it. Milk my cock with that tight cunt. Good fuckin’ girl.”

He gripped your ass to the point of pain, fingernails biting aggressively into your flesh as he shot his hot spend inside of you, coating your quivering walls and riding out his climax with staggered jabs of his hips.

You felt Steve’s warm palm against your cheek, a smile pulling at your lips at the sensation of his knuckles dragging softly against your dewy skin.

It wasn’t until later that night, your body boneless and exhausted beneath the soft covers of your bedspread, that Steve pulled you tight against him – your head heavy against his solid chest.

You could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain.

“What are you thinking about, Honey?” You asked, stifling a yawn, and nuzzling into his warmth.

“I-I think I’d like to do that again. With Bucky, I mean.” He stuttered, and you squeezed his hand in yours reassuringly. “If-if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s way more than okay, trust me. I was so proud of you tonight.” You smiled, pressing the softest of kisses to his nipple. “I think we need to have a little talk about what it is that you really wanna do with Bucky, but that man fucked me raw. I’m exhausted.”

Steve’s laughed then, pulling you in tighter and planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”