#let's just move swiftly on here
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
âNEEDINâ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!â

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING áŻâ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader
contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names â 2.9K WC
note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here à«źê°Ë¶Ë ^ Ë̔˔ê±á hope u all have fun reading this <3
KUROO TETSUROU.
âWhoa whoa,â Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. âEasy now, pretty thing. Letâs pause for a second, okay?â
The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. ââŠTetsu..â you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before heâs jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, âIncoming call from: Kenma!â displayed across the top.
âSorryy,â he huffs. âCanât. This oneâs important.â
Heâs giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that heâll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but youâre not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.
On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huffâ just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. âP-please, please Tetsu,â you sob, âI was so close. Canât wait any longer.. please?â
His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomachâ a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.
âAwww,â he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. âWell Iâm sorry for ruining your moment, angel.â
Youâre practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. âAhâ fine,â Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. âGuess i canât stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..â
His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look youâre giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and youâre peering up at him through those pleady eyesâ as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.
âNothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..â he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. âMe and you? Are never hearing the end of it.â
Youâre swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. âKenma?â You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulderâ quick and casual.
Maybe too casual.
âMmm,â his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. âSo itâs about that. You sure you donât wanna meet up to go over it?â
A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. ââŠHm? Yeah, Iâm listening.â He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his legâ and fast.
The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forthâ try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadnât expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you werenât gonna be able to stay quiet.
You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but heâs ignoring itâ casually chatting with kenma about something you canât quite catch. Youâre only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.
âOh,â Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the âmuteâ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. âActually..â
â..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.â He smiles. âSo give me a minute, yeah?â
MIYA ATSUMU.
âGonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.â Atsumuâs lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. âOr âSamuâs gonna hear ya.â
Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet heâs got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.
Because youâ Atsumuâs impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldnât wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.
ââM trying.â You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. âFeels âs good⊠so goodâ need more..â
âI know, I knowâ later, yeah?â He sounds unsteady from how roughly heâs moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. âGonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. Howâs that sound, dirty girl?â
You want that.
You know exactly how easy itâd be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it werenât for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to himâ considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.
Itâd be so easyâ heâs got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.
ââTsumu.â You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, ââM gonna cum..!â
âYou are, arenât ya? I can tell.â He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. âShow me that pretty face when youâre lettinâ go.â
A couple more rolls of your hips and youâre gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.
âThatâs my fuckinâ girl.â His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. âRide it all out fâ me, rela- oh s-shit.â
Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumuâs already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.
ââTsumu..!â You whisper, but heâs shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.
âWhat, âSamu?â he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.
His prayers go unanswered.
âYou two ready yet?â Osamuâs asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.
You faintly hear him mutter an âoopsâ before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI.
âWhat?â you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusaâs voice reaches you, and youâre immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. âCanât cum like that?â
Youâre quick to shake your head, and he doesnât miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.
Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always getâ knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cuntâs anything but. Itâs greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.
What he wasnât expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.
And him? heâs never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that heâs been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, heâs on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating pressâ but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.
Heâs just gotta see how you look.
âNeed your cock, Omi.â You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but heâs stopping you only a second later. âOmi? Why..?â
âNo.â he says flatly. âYou donât.â
âI do!â Youâre protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. âCanât finish without itâ ah!â
You yelp when heâs roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusaâs setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.
âW-wait!â Youâre stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.
âYou canâ donât fight it.â His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second youâre finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.
âOmi!â You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. âOmi.. O-omiâ âm close!â He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.
âSee?â He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.
âYou can.â
DAICHI SAWAMURA.
âFeeling good, huh? Donât try to fight it.â
Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. Heâs gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but heâd be lying if he said his patience wasnât starting to wear thin.
The sweet nothings heâs been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.
He couldnât help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and itâs taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.
âThere you go.â Heâs praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. âJust like thatâ move exactly like that.â
âDaichi,â you whine. ââM getting so closeâ feels so good.â
âYeah?â He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. âDaichi..?â
âOops, sorry princess.â Heâs clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. âThatâs my bad. Donât mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourselfâ this is all about you right now.â
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.
You werenât as subtle as you thought.
His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldnât help yourself. He didnât seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.
Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didnât take very long for him to catch on.
âWhat are you doing?â Ushijimaâs voice has you jolting from where youâre seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way youâre frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a âN-nothing!â
You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but heâs tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.
âDonât leave yet.â He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.
The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. âS-sorry, Toshi.â You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. âYour thighs just looked so big, just wanted to⊠ride them.â
Itâs silent.
You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. âB-but!â You continue, mouth already running off on its own. âForget it, okay? It might be weirdâ Toshi..?â
It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and heâs leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.
âWouldnât it feel better like this?â
BOKUTO KOUTAROU.
It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.
Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your ownâ and he hadnât even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. Heâs pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And ⊠just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.
He swallows thickly.
Only five minutes later and heâs got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. âDonât look away, âkay?â
âYou look prettyâ pretty like that. I just wanna see.â
The look on his face isnât much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. Heâs swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasnât even touched you yet.
The way your face starts to contort when youâre rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesnât end up finishing untouched. Itâs throbbingâ absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.
You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. âS-sorry.â His voice is just above a growl. âI canât help it after all. Itâs okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.â
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu smut#atsumu x reader#atsumu smut#miya atsumu x reader#sakusa x reader#sakusa smut#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#bokuto x reader#bokuto smut#bokuto koutaro x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo smut#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsurou x reader#daichi x reader#daichi smut#daichi sawamura x reader#hq smut#haikyu smut#hq x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#hq x you#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu scenarios#ushijima x reader#ushijima smut#ushijima wakatoshi x reader
15K notes
·
View notes
Text
wet dreamz
summary: itâs your (and your bfâs/husbandâs/hookupâs/whateverâs) first time together. .
warnings: nsfw for all so 18+ mdni!; virginity loss on both parts, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, talks about virginity, college au (gojo); hookups, fingering, dominant kento, talks about virginity (nanami); unprotected p in v, rough sex, little bit of dirty talk, seduction (toji); oral, friends to lovers (geto).
pepper's notes: IT'S finally here...thank you all soo much for 1k i am so so appreciative & i am SO SO sorry it took me this long to get this out. i've been going through it so thank u all for understanding. i love all of u so much thank u all. MWAH MWAH.
satoru gojo
nervous? check. horny? check. praying to god you canât see the huge erection in his pants? also check.
maybe satoru was an idiot for telling you he wasnât a virgin, when he was in fact the biggest virgin in the universe, possibly. and maybe you were an idiot for talking him up and inflating his ego even moreâand avoiding the conversation about whether or not you were a virgin, too.
either way, satoruâs big talk and your enabling caused you to be in this positionâstradding your almost-boyfriendâs lap, desperately and sloppily moving your lips against his. silently, your pray in your mind that youâre doing everything right, threading your fingers through the white locks of satoruâs hair and trying to keep up with the pace of his enthusiastic make-out.
âdo y-youâwannaâŠâ satoru breathes out as he pulls away for a second, âyou know.â he shrugs, looking off to the side out of anxiety for your answer. your own eyes flicker down for just a second, stomach flipping over at the question.
youâve been through the innocent stagesâthe cute crushing and passing looksâand now, itâs time to own up to all that talking from the not-so-innocent stage youâve built.
âmhm,â you hum, refusing to look at satoru just as much as he is to you. itâs obvious how nervous you are, palms sweating and gulping. knees digging into the soft plush of your dorm bed mattress, youâre readjusting your weight over and over because you canât sit still.
satoruâs hands squeeze your hips, slightly pressing you down to feel the bulge thatâs been prodding against his pants for about thirty minutes. eyes widening, you look at satoruâwhoâs about to burst. his face is all red and flushed, and his lip is pulled in between his perfect teeth.
shit, heâs about to lose it.
impatient, satoru ushers you to move off of his lap and onto the bed, swiftly rearranging your bodies to where youâre trapped beneath him. butterflies twirl in your stomach, more intense as the seconds go by, and you swear youâre about to throw up when satoru pulls his shirt off.
heâs gorgeous, obviouslyâbut his toned torso and reddened skin from all his blushing are so pretty up close. satoruâs fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, eagerly pulling them down before you grab his wrist as a reflex. he stops and looks you in the eye, letting you settle down for a second before you let go. itâs charming, reallyâhe wants nothing more than for you to want this.
because satoruâs wanted this for so long. he wants it bad.
lengthy fingers work your shorts and underwear down all at once, and your thighs snap shut as to not expose yourself even more. satoruâs hands rest on your knees, rubbing small circles while his eyes trace over your body.
 âyou okay, baby?â he asks, voice just the littlest bit shaky.
âhuhâoh, yeah, yes,â you mumble in response, âare you?â
âyeahâyes,â satoru answers, repeating after you, looking like heâs about to throw up. yet his anxiety doesnât stop him from shoving his bottoms down, allowing his heavy length to spring free and finally be shown.
to say the least, it scares you even more knowing youâll have to take that. satoru is huge, terribly long and painfully hard from all the teasing youâve done to one another. you wince when satoru goes to separate your knees, and your hands immediately go to push at his chest.
âsatoru,â you whisper, connecting your own hazy eyes with his, âiâi know that youâveâŠdone this before.â you bite your lip, blinking softly.
âumâyeah,â satoru deeply says, trying to focus on what youâre sayingâbut damn you look so pretty underneath him, and your skin is so soft. youâre so gorgeous and heâs once again about to lose it.
âi justâŠâ your eyes flicker to the side, âiâve never done this before. s-soâŠbe gentle, please?â
oh, god.
satoruâs heart is going to burst out of his chest.
âitâs okay, iâiâll be gentle. promise,â satoru assures you, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek. his touch makes you let out a deep sigh, and you feel so delicate in his grasp. vulnerable enough to finally separate your knees, slowly dropping them down and exposing your sinfully drenched cunt.
satoruâs face rightfully goes pale. everything heâs ever wanted is in front of himâyouâre giving yourself up to him. satoru gojo. the random guy you met in class a month or so ago that was not so random now.
as the butterflies circle in his stomach, satoru sweetly trails his fingers down the inside of your thighs, forcing the pulse in between your legs to grow into a harsh heartbeat. he notices every small movementâthe twitch of your legs and how intensely your chest heavesâand he believes youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever laid eyes on.
âcareful, careful,â satoru mutters to himself, taking long seconds in between each of his movements. he doesnât want to startle youâand even more, he doesnât want to hurt you.
grunting lightly, the white haired man lifts your legs and rests the back of your thighs on top of his. this gets you even closer to him, both of you can feel the raw heat radiating off of one anotherâs bodies. satoru takes his length in his hand and taps it against your sticky folds, teasing your sensitive nerves and himself in the process.
âiâm gonnaâgonna put it in now, okay?â satoru uneasily states.
âwaitâbutâoh!â you gasp as the tipâand only the tipâof satoruâs cock pushes past the resistant walls of your cunt, molding the tight space to fit him snugly. the stretch burns, itâs a sharp pain that shoots through you with no remorse. âmmâsatoru, it hurts,â you whine, pushing against gojoâs built abdomen.
yet when he doesnât budge, you look up at his eyes, which are glued to scene below him. he canât help itâbecause heâs not just in you, noâheâs impaling you with his girth, youâre stretched so far around him by just his tip. he felt guilty at first at the thought of hurting you, but now, nothing is in his mind except for that image.
âsatoru!â you shout, snapping the manâs attention to you. satoruâs eyes are glowing with lust, his cheeks red and flustered. little to your knowledge, heâs already on the cusp of an orgasmâhell, he was there before heâd even got his shirt off.
âiâm sorryâshitâiâm sorry, baby,â satoru babbles, before dislodging himself from your hole, strings of slick lewdly connecting the tip of his cock to your folds. âfuckâiâm so sorry,â he grunts, just as a few huge ropes of translucent white cum spurt from his cock, coating your abdomen in the substance.
your eyes are wide in surprise at how quickly it all happened, not even having a moment in your mind to process that you just made the satoru gojo cum in a few seconds. all it took was a little kissing and some gruesomely lewd imageryâand he was putty in your hands.
satoru falls atop you, becoming dead weight as his post-orgasmic state forces him to give out. his chest heaves against yours, his snow white hair tickles your shoulder. as much as you want to push him awayâthereâs something awfully sweet about the interaction. heâs close, closer than heâd allowed himself to be previously.
shaky breaths are shared between you, as is the warmth from your bodiesâthe warmth from your heartsâand all the emotions overcoming satoru are all too obvious. you shuffle around one another into a more comfortable position, until satoruâs head is on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
âare you okay?â you whisper, threading your fingers through satoruâs hair to twirl a few strands.
âyeah,â he sighs, cuddling up to you even more. thereâs something hidden in the way heâs acting, but you donât mind for nowâyou allow the vulnerability to sink in.
because itâs way too obvious this boy was lying about not being a virgin.
kento nanami
the world of hookups was difficult to navigate.
sure, you were technically trying to find a boyfriendâbut everyone knows dating apps arenât really the best thing for that. it had landed you a few matches and a couple of okay dates; but you hadnât been quite as far with anyone as you had made it with your current date.
kento nanami, a rather distinguished businessman who had âjust looking to relieve some stressâ in his bio, had taken you out to an expensive restaurant and then to a very expensive hotel afterwards. whatever charm this man had worked a million times over on youâyou werenât sure if it was his demeanor or that rolex on his wristâbut whatever it was, it absolutely lured you all the way into a king size bed with nanami.
he was still mostly dressed, only his shoes were off and placed next to the bed, and his powder blue dress shirt was unbuttoned about halfway down, revealing his toned chest and a rather uncharacteristic gold chain that was previously hidden. nanamiâs hair was still in perfect place, not having even broken a sweat.
you, on the other hand, have your dressed hiked up to just above your legs and the top tucked underneath your titsâpretty much on full display for kento besides the fact heâs behind you, strong legs prying your own open.
your thigh twitches when kento runs his fingers up and down the soft flesh, your hands resting on his biceps to keep yourself from running away. quite interested in what was in store for the night, you werenât going to fight backâhonestly, who would run away from a man as gorgeous as kento?
âdo you do this often?â you shakily ask to break the thick silence, staring down at your bodies.
âdo what, sweetheart?â kentoâs monotone voice replies, using his free hand to reach up and grab under your jaw.
âthis. take girls to hotels toâŠdo stuff,â you allude to the same thing heâs doing now, turning your head with kentoâs hand to look up at him. your soft lashes bat at the blond man as he chuckles, deep, giving just the slightest smile at your questions.
ânot too often,â he simply says, kissing right next to your lips, âwhy?â
âuhm,â you croak, losing track of thought the moment his lips touched your face, âi donât know. iâm sorry.â
âdonât apologize,â kento softly chuckles, letting go of your head to rest on the side of his chest, âjust relax, okay? i just want to take care of you.â
just relax, breathe, you repeat to yourself over and over again while you listen to kentoâs steady heartbeat. your heart is racing but inevitably slows for the time being listening to the slow thump of your hookupâs heart. his fingers continue to trace small shapes over your thighs, every now and again moving just a little higher.
kento is painfully hard under his dress pants, yet heâs restraining himself for nowâbecause heâs going to do what he came here to do first.
âcan i touch you, love?â nanami asks, pecking a small kiss to your temple afterwards.
âyes, mhm,â you murmur, thickly swallowing in anticipation as his fingers begin to inch towards your heat. you can feel how wet you areâbut youâre rather embarrassed for nanami to find out just how easily he riled you up.
âlet me ask you something,â kento begins, dipping his fingers into your folds to feel the amount of slick conjured up, âare you a virgin?â and heâs not asking in a weird way like pretty much every other man youâve known; heâs asking genuinely, because he has the gut feeling to be gentle.
âuhâiâ,â you mumble, before finally admitting a small, âyes, iâm sorry.â
âaw,â kento coos, beginning to run his fingers over your aching heat, âdonât apologize, iâll be gentle.â although youâre appreciative to his gracefulness, you begin to wonder just how rough he usually wasâand those sinful visuals make you throb against nanamiâs fingers.
âokay, please,â you hiss, the sensations of kentoâs fingers working your cunt running through your body. hands grab at his arms tighter, your sensitivity making it difficult for you to stay still.
youâre almost sure that youâve never been so turned on before, and your elevated responses to nanamiâs simple touches are an attestment to that. his middle finger focuses on your sensitive bud, going between movements of flicking and slowly rubbing circles around and around.
âhow does this feel?â nanami questions, watching every moveâevery twitchâthat you make. he sees just how new this is to you, and he would be lying if he said it didnât make him just a little bit prideful.
âgood. so good,â you babble, eyes squeezing shut when kento begins to pick up his pace. the pleasure runs all through you, intense, that orgasmic feeling creeping up on you much sooner than youâd ever been able to do yourself. Â
kentoâs like a magician. he makes your hips wriggle and your legs twitch effortlessly, he causes your face to contort in a indecent way without even trying, it seems. hell, the increasing pace of his fingers on your clit is almost making you crawl away, your nails are digging into his skin and you donât even realize it.
âstay still,â kento commands, using his free hand to press down right on your abdomen, âdonât fight it, darling. donât fight it.â
his words calm you down just a little, instead you just stay in place while your body jolts every other second from the sensitive pleasure heâs causing within you. breathless whines fall from your lips in the utmost pathetic way, signaling just how good you feel to kento.
âwhat is it, hm? tell me,â kento tells you, staying at an intense, fast pace just to make you lose your mind a little more.
âi think,â you whine, breath hitching as the feeling in your tummy intensifies, âi might cum.â as embarrassed as you may be to admit it, you simply cannot help what falls from your mouth. itâs all kentoâs fault.
âyou can cum, my love,â kento assures, pressing a kiss into your hair, âyou can do it.â
somehow, his voice erases every anxious thought in your mind, your body responding with nothing but pathetic moans and a very, terribly, intense orgasm you didnât even recognize as being so close. kento can feel on his fingers when you finally cum, chuckling once again to himself at how easily he coaxed an orgasm out of you.
itâs cute, really.
you lay back on him after calming downâwith your hair all messy and face somewhat sweatyâyouâre so adorable in his arms, kento thinks he might just have to turn this into more than a one night stand.
toji fushiguro
if toji had known what he was getting himself into with you, heâd probably accepted that deal from shiu wayyy earlier.
bossy, crude and meanâyou were everything toji had ever dreamed of in a woman. the type that didnât take shit, youâd go toe-to-toe with a man twice your size without hesitation, and there was something about it toji truly admired.
after his first time meeting you, he understood why shiu had told him not to fuck with you.
how could he not, though?
toji was about to fuck you right now.
he couldnât help the natural charm he used on everyone, and especially women, and he couldnât help that you fell for it, either. shiu would be pissed if he ever found out about itâhell, heâd kill himâbut you only live once, right? thereâs no way toji could turn down an offer such as this from a bombshell like you.
âyou sure youâre not married?â youâre purring into tojiâs ear, running your fingers over his chest, âyouâre so handsome, toji.â
every bit of sultry poison that spills from your lips is music to tojiâs ears, making his heart thump just a little harder and the tent in his pants to get just a bit stiffer. his big arm his lazily wrapped around your waist, and that sleazy grin of his pulls at his lips at your question.
âyes, maâam,â toji says with a nod, holding up his left hand to show the absence of a wedding band on his ring finger.
with that, you throw a leg over his lap, fixing yourself to straddle tojiâs lap and rest your arms around his neck. looking him straight in the eyes, youâre satisfied that your little plan had come together so easily.
toji was wrapped around your pretty, manicured fingerâand he had no clue. that little charm he was so sure of was nothing in comparison to yours.
âdo you want to fuck me, toji?â you ask, glossed lips forming a pretty little pout and your head cocking to the side innocently. tojiâs adamâs apple bobs when he swallows thickly, a little crack in the confident and cocky façade he put on in front of you.
âfuck yeah,â toji whispers, hands gripping at your waist.
to say the least, toji really meant that little âfuck yeah,â because it only takes him a few seconds to rip your clothesâand hisâoff and flip you over. heâs in a daze when he pries your legs open, staring straight at your messy, wet pussyâimmediately lifting one of your legs up and attaching his calloused fingers to your clit.
âjesus,â toji breathes, in utter awe at how soaked you are, his eyes never leaving your body. you hum in response to the pleasure, softly biting your lower lip and studying the broad man in front of you. toji quickly uses your slick to lube up his cock, grunting at the small chill that runs up his spine from finally allowing himself some friction.
growing ever impatient, you shimmy your hips down to signal youâre ready. the squelch that reverberates through the room when toji finally slides in is downright disgusting, and you sigh in content at the feeling of being stretched open.
toji immediately groans, loud, and throws his head back at how you feelâtight and warm around him, greedily sucking his length in the more he pushes into your walls. smiling devilishly at toji, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer, giving in to your desires and pushing him to do the same.
âstop that,â toji roughly commands, squeezing your thigh to keep his self-control in checkâor at least try his best to. you know what heâs saying is only for his own benefit.
but thatâs not what you wantâand toji should know by now you got whatever you wanted.
âstop what?â you question, interlocking your heels behind him. a finger twirls your hair as you look at toji dumbly, as if there wasnât a single coherent thought in your mind. yet every move you make is orchestrated to a t, pushing and pushing toji to finally snap and just give you what you want.
what you need.
âfuck,â tojiâs moaning the curse over and over when he slowly begins to move, gently rocking his hips back and forth to meet yours, âyou feel so fucking good, oh my god.â he praises you so gently under his breath, silently hoping you wonât hear him as to not inflate your ego anymore.
âtojiii,â you whine, a small pout forming once again on your pretty lips, âharder.â
toji shakes his head, whisps of black hair moving around in unison with it, refusing to look into your eyes. he looks anywhere elseâyour tits, your stomach, your cuntâbecause heâs afraid heâll give in the moment he finally catches your pupils.
but fuck, are you convincing.
âharder?â toji repeats, âfuckinâ harder?â
his hips pick up speed at the same time that his hands come to grab your arms, affectively pinning you down to the mattress. you allow your legs to spread lewdly, opening up fully for toji to use.
the tip of tojiâs cock prods at your cervix, the pleasurable pressure going through your whole body. heâs going at you like an animal, harshly impaling your cunt with his girth, all senses of caring and restriction thrown out the window.
though you might regret it in the morning, youâre going to get what you want.
suguru geto
âsuguru, stop moving.â
the long haired man winces and holds his breath at the sting of the alcohol, gripping onto the counter youâre sat upon. your knees rest at his sides, barely holding suguru in place, nevertheless not allowing him to move due to your fussing when he did so.
he had gotten into a fight with some guy at a party, causing him to show up to your dorm battered and bruised with a few cuts over his handsome face. now, a couple clear band-aids litter his skin, and suguruâs eyes stay on yours in hopes youâll look into his.
all the while, you wonder why suguru had come to you out of all the people (and women) he knew. there was an unsaid tension between you two, sometimes sexual and other times just tension.
the two of you were idiots in love, and yet, neither one of you had the guts to say anything about it.
âthere we go,â you sigh, running your thumb over the last bandage placed above suguruâs eyebrow. finally, you look suguru straight in the eyes for only a second, catching his dreamy gaze.
âyouâre so pretty,â suguru faintly whispers, giving you the tiniest little smile. heâd had the habit of calling you pretty and gorgeous in a âhyping you upâ sort of wayâbut this was different. he meant it.
so much so, in fact, it only takes him about three seconds to kiss you. itâs a long peck, mostly catching you by surprise, before he leans back with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
âsuguruâ,â
âiâm so sorry, fuck,â he apologizes, paralyzed in place with his hands still gripping the counter. his eyes remain locked with yours, the fear of ruining your friendship behind them.
âsuguru,â you repeat, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face. you rest them there firmly, feeling the increasing heat of his cheeks under your palms. pulling his face towards yours, you egg him on to kiss you again, this time with reciprocation on your part.
itâs hot, youâre swapping spit with the dark-haired man without a second thought, allowing your tongues to interlock and twist around each other. butterflies flutter in your tummy, but you swallow them and let yourself relax into it all.
the rest comes easilyâall of that tension built up for years at this point is finally coming to a head, giving in to all of those desires youâd only had in the comfort of your bedroom. your arms rest over suguruâs shoulders, your hands tangle in his hair, while his hands come to squeeze you wherever he can grabâyour waist, your assâanywhere he can place his greedy fingers and grasp onto.
âlet meâ,â gasp, ââeat you out, please,â suguru begs in between kisses, barely allowing himself to heave for air.
those annoying butterflies pick up againâgod, you could throw up at his suggestionâyet instead youâre pushing his head down, down, until heâs on his knees in front of you. your shorts are quickly tugged off along with your panties, leaving you in nothing but a big t-shirt on the counter of your tiny bathroom.
the room is filled with raw lust, as are suguruâs eyes when he finally gets a glimpse of your soaked heat. itâs a million times better than he couldâve imagined, no mental image could ever be like the real thingâwarm, real and wet, right in front of his face; and all for him.
suguru starts off slow, littering small kisses along your inner thighs while parting your knees, until thereâs enough room to fit his head closer to your cunt. he gives small kisses to your folds, barely suckling on your clit to pull small gasps of moans from your throat.
âfuck, suguru,â you whimper, running your fingers through his hair and giving a light tug.
âhmm?â he hums into your cunt, vibrating against your core in the most sinister way. your words are long forgotten after that, only giving a big sigh in response.
suguruâs tongue dips from between his lips to lick a long stripe up your cunt, going just a tad slower to focus on your clit. his tongue circles around and around the swollen bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your abdomen and down your legs.
already, you can feel that tiny knot begin to form the longer suguru goes on, becoming more intense by the second. heâs harsh, vulgar sucking and slurping sounding throughout the room. the counter below you is soaked in your arousal, as is the lower half of suguruâs face.
youâre just that messyâand he loves it.
heâs living for it.
suguru didnât even realize how much he loved youâhow much he adored and admired you, inside and outâuntil this. until he was down on his knees, in front of you, begging for you without any words coming out of his mouth. until he had finally allowed himself to look into your eyes deeper than ever before.
âi love youâmmphâso much,â suguru hums into your folds, just as heâs taking that knot to the verge of snapping.
âi-love-you-too-suguru, please donât stop,â you mutter, throwing your head back against the mirror, before you can even realize what youâre saying backâbut it all comes so naturally you donât even think twice. itâs not even orgasm brainâitâs true, just as true as when he said it to you.
suguruâs tongue completely focuses on your clitâswirling around and sucking the swollen bud until youâre almost thrown over the edge, finally toppling over with a spew of âi love youâs and âplease donât stopâs. your body goes limp against the mirror of the bathroom, chest dramatically heaving for many moments while suguru helps you ride through the feeling. he stands up and wipes his face off with the back of his hand, smiling to himself at the vision of a fucked-out you who had just confessed your feelings to him.
one of your eyes finally creeps open after a few minutes, only to be met with suguru giving you a shit-eating grin, his hand resting atop your thigh. he can feel how delicate you are at the moment; he doesnât want you to run away and lock him out of your life just because you told him how you feelâbut you wouldnât do that anyway.
 suguru confessed first, after all.
once again thank u all so much. i love u.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#satoru gojo#kento nanami#toji fushiguro#suguru geto#satoru gojo smut#satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader smut#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader smut#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami x reader smut#kento nanami smut#nanami smut#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto x reader smut#geto smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x reader smut#toji smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
HE LOVES HIS OFFICER!

đâ .âââđșđ»đšđčđčđ°đ”đźââËđđËâââà§ ââââ PRAEDATOR! SYLUS + ENFORCER! FEM READER
WâRNINGS. N!SFW/MDNI (18+) â cockhead pinching, hate fucking vibes, orgasm denial/orgasm delay, cock ring, handjob, cock slapping (once), feral sylus, tame(?) bdsm-ish vibes, restraints (chains obv), a bit predator/prey dynamic, slight praise kink (reader), might be ooc sylus but idc lol, switch m & f, overstim, hints of corruption (sylus -> you), quite heavy degradation (reader to him & him to reader. ie; slut, bitch, animal, etc.), that tongue scene lmaoaoa, kind of (not canon) improvised lore at the end, âkittenâ is used twice i think, all smut no plot, not proofread wordcount is 1.7k edited to 1.9k
TAGLIST. @tinycatharsis @jellysix @wonryllis @tsukkisukkii @wonuwuuuuu
authorâs comment. thinking ab making a small event for valentines day w the lnds guys based on the new banner.. tell me what u think abt this one though! also, this is just me exploring these kinks so pls pardon me if they arenât well written :â) Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated !! <3
âAs if the frenzy enhancer wasnât enough, you had to put a fucking cock-ring on me when Iâm already this fucking hard, you slutty minx.â
Chains clanged and rattled from Sylusâs writhing, hands balling to fists in his attempt to yank the metal cuffs off him. It was in vain, of course, but you couldnât blame him. You were tasked to interrogate him by your superior but here you wereâabsolutely torturing his big cock by denying every single orgasm.
It was almost sad honestly. The way his dick curved to his belly, abs flexing with every ragged breath he took. His tip leaked what seemed to be a steady stream of pre-cum staining his stomach, his arousal making a mess of the white nest on his pelvis, swollen shaft throbbing like a fucking heartbeat in anticipation on what your next move would be.
âThe cock-ring was a necessary measure taken for you to speak. Since your mouth wont tell me the information I need, maybe your stupid cock will,â you scoffed at his glower, landing a slap onto his stiff cock, earning yourself a hiss. His teeth gritted and bared at you in obvious agitation from the endless heat running through his veins and the frenzy enhancer.
âMaybe if you stopped being a cruel bitch and let me cum already, Iâd fucking speak.â
âInformation first, reward later,â you replied swiftly, hand reaching out to wrap around his needy dick, stroking him half-heartedly, not even bothering to pay a sliver of attention to his weeping tip.
âOh, fuck you.â
âNo, thank you.â
Sylus groaned loudly, wrists tugging on the biting metal cuffs hanging over each side of his head. His breath quickened, guttural moans rumbling from his chest from the lazy strokes you gave him.
Sylus felt utterly humiliated that he was being so damn sensitive at the weak jerks of your soft palm around his slick cock, his hips rolling to fuck into your fist. His ego was bruised, but he wasnât one to dwell on it. Instead, heâd like to move on and have you kiss fuck it better.
âDo you not know how to stroke a cock, kitten? Is my little enforcer a virgin?â Sylusâs voice was low and husky when he spoke, hands relaxing on the chain to lean down forward, his large and tall frame looming over your smaller one just before you could retaliate his remark.
The shadow sylusâs figure casted over yours was undeniably intimidatingâespecially so when his nearly crazed eyes gleamed at you in a predatory gaze. His head dipped closer to yours, stray strands of his white hair falling over his eyes as he searched for your irises.
It took every will in your body to not flinch, refusing to show him a single shred of weakness to exploit. Except, Sylus merely grinned at your bravado, tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he was staring at prey.
âScared of a little proximity, my dear enforcer?â The mockery in his voice grated at your nerves, your features contorting into a grimace on instinct.
âYou animal,â you seethed, grasp on his cock tightening to a point bordering on pain. Your praedator gasped sharply, leaning away to throw his head back in relief when you began stroking him, fast.
Every deliberate flick of your wrist brought hot white pleasure to his strained body, eyes closing shut with nothing but deep, drawn out groans leaving his throat. The chains began rattling against, muscles flexing with effort when he felt himself nearing an explosive orgasm.
âYesâ oh fuck, yes, make me cum, you dirty bitch,â he grunted in a near whimper, hips rocking upward uncontrollably when your hand began focusing on his crown. Your index finger and thumb created a circle around the head to stimulate his glans continuously, pads of your fingers purposely rubbing over the sensitive frenulum.
âCalling me a bitch when youâre the begging to cum like a manwhore,â you tsked disapprovingly, quickening your strokes while your glared intense at his deep red cock, the cock-ring tight on his base to keep him rock hard.
You didnât miss the way his slit continued to leak, his arousal betrayed by the way he kept producing natural lube for you to use. âAt least Iâm honestâaghâfuck! I wanna cum so bad, baby, please,â Sylus stammered, head hung low with droplets of sweat falling down his flushed skin.
You considered showing him mercy at his plea, truly. His cock was throbbing around your fingers, balls drawn up tight to his body with pent up cumâwhy couldnât you just let the poor man cum his brains out already?
âI donât know.. Iâm not getting the information I want,â you uttered teasingly, not truly contemplating the thought. Even if you did, the answer would always fall on ânoâ.
You could see how Sylus was on the edge of cumming with how his legs quivered subtly, abdomen muscles flexing and relax with each stroke. His cock was steaming hot in your hand, warm with fresh cum flowing up to his shaft. Yet just moments before he was about to release, your ministrations ceased, two fingers stopping just below his glans to pinch his sensitive flesh, forcefully halting his orgasm.
âMotherfuckerâI was just about to fucking cum all over your uniform, youââ he snarled, nostrils flaring with every intake of breath. His nose scrunched up briefly in pure infuriation, eyes closed as he leaned his head back, the corners of his lips twitching to a smile.
âWhen I get out these chain, kitten, Iâll get back at you so fucking good, youâll be crippled for weeks,â he huffed in a scoff before punctuating his threat with a harsh tug on the metal cuffs restraining him to the metal bars of the cage, the chains clattering loudly. His throat was stretched and exposed for you to see, skin glistening with perspiration and Adamâs apple bobbing.
The sudden motion startled you, sending your heart beating faster than it already was. Your assigned praedator was unhinged, you knew that much from his filesâbut you didnât expect him to be this unhinged.
Despite that, it sent your heart racing rather than falling into the pit of your stomach. You felt excited, fucking thrilled even. Your pupils dilated as if you just found your fix, like a cat setting its sights on its newest toy.
âMmhm, sure,â you muttered with a faint yet noticeable tremble to your voice. It caught Sylusâs attention in an instant.
the sweat sheened praedator finally lifted his head, tilting to the side with intrigue glinting in those crimson irises. âAre you liking this, kitten?â He said with his now hoarse voice, smirk stretching more than it should. ââS that why you decided to make this cage for me? Using this place as your personal sex dungeon? Yeah, I see it. The eyes of the depraved.â
Sylusâs eyes narrowed with sadistic glee, no doubt pounding with satisfaction at the thought of corrupting his righteous enforcer and throbbing with an ongoing orgasm, cock still held in place by yours unwavering fingers.
It took you a moment to regain your composure, still reeling from the shot of adrenaline he gave you. Eventually, you caught yourself again, inhaling deeply before dropping your eyes to his cock between your digits, shaft still pumping with kept cum.
With a bite of your tongue, you released him of punishment, letting his cum spurt out onto his stomach in ropes.
âyesyesyesssâ mmph, god fucking damn it!â
His balls pulsed with his length as thick, hot stuttering streams of semen dripped to the floor, your hand not hesitating to wrap around his girth, pulling his stiff dick towards you and letting his cum make white messes on your dark coloured uniform.
âThere, I let you cum.â You spoke sounding just as winded as Sylus who was basking in the mind-numbing relief of emptying his balls to the fullest after accumulating it all in his cock for what felt like hours.
âYou did.. Yes, you did, you good girl,â he slurred, no doubt basking in the afterglow shameless, hips thrusting shallowly into your hand for the slightest bit of friction.
A brow twitched when you heard him call you good girl all of the sudden. Your lashes batted at him, lips parted in surprise until your head dipped once more, averting your gaze.
The cock-ring at the base of his dick was slid off him, his body chasing your heat as you pulled away and tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping him back up. You allowed him slump bonelessly with his hands tied up above his head, leaving him panting for air.
He mustâve said it âcause he was drunk of the high, not because he meant it, was a mantra you repeated in your mind to convince yourself. Regardless, you couldnât deny how it sent goosebumps up your nape, hair standing at attention, couldnât deny how a single fleeting praise made your throat go dry and breathing quicken.
âI expect full cooperation tomorrow morning, Sylus.â you blurted, focus moving back to him before you backed away a few steps and stormed out his cage, locking it securely behind you.
You practically sped walked out the prison underground, heading straight to the elevator leading back up to your office.
Once you were in the metal box, you fished for a handkerchief in your pocket, frantically using it to wipe the stains of his seed on the front of your uniform.
With quivering hands, your rubbed it off you the best you could to fade the colour so you could excuse it a spill of chemicals or something to your colleaguesâeven if that wasnât what really happened.
Your little rendzvous with a praedatorâa SSS ranked dangerous praedator at thatârisked more than your job. You yourself could be detained for being suspected of having intercourse with a praedator. Youâd be an experiment, again, for researchers to exploit if sex could turn you into a praedator.
But unfortunately, deep down, you knew youâd come back to him again. After all, nothing intoxicated you more than dancing with that red eyed devil tied up at your mercy.
Finally reaching your office floor, you got off the elevator, walking in a bee line past your busy colleague, eyes on the ground to avoid contact with any of them. You didnât know if you could handle speaking or explaining (lying) about your situation to anyone right now.
you pulled on the back of your chair, taking a seat and immediately holding your head in your hands, rethinking your life choicesâthe one where you decided to change your occupation from Hunter to Enforcer. Your hands slid down your face, eyes falling to the handkerchief, a reminder of your earlier affair.
Only then did the events dawn on you, your entire body processing the audacity and brazen display you showed Sylus. Now you crumbled in the solace of your safe space away from his predatory gaze.
A hand came up to your mouth, lips capturing a finger to nibble on when your thighs rubbed against one another, making you realise how fucking drenched your panties were. That damn praedator had you this wet in a rut without laying a finger on youâhow pathetic of you.
One thing was for sure, youâd call in leave early to rub this compiled arousal off quickâit didnât matter if you had to wet your sheets with cum, you needed this feeling gone, asap.
#sylus x reader#sylus#sylus x reader smut#sylus smut#lnds sylus#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#sylus qin#Love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace smut#love and deepspace x reader smut#love and deep space#lnds x reader#lads smut#lads x reader
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
the many firsts

a/n:Â you have no idea how many times while writing this first instalment that i needed to take a break, if you know what i meaannn đ«
summary: âalright, Iâm sorry, geez,â Steve huffed with only a whisper of sincerity, âjust come tonight, please? I mean, have you ever even been to a real party before? So how would you know that you donât like it if youâve never tried it? Just stop by for a second, and if itâs not for you, then you can just leave, simple as that.âÂ
warnings:Â innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, frat!bucky barnes, frat!ari levinson, smut, dark content, college au, move in day at university, frat party, alcohol consumption, kissing, virgin!reader, corruption kink, voyeurism, overstimulation, first orgasm, edging, dirty talk, size kink, masturbation, handjob
word count: 8043
⌠gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here âœ
take her under your wing au masterlist | 101, intro to the au
masterlist | join my taglistÂ

âThanks for the ride,â you uttered as Steveâs car finally rolled to a stop in the campus parking lot. Cracking open the passenger side door, you slipped out and trailed back to open up the trunk, âbut I can do this on my own, you know,â as the lid floated up to reveal the Tetris-like stacks of both of your stuff, you glanced up at Steve as he rounded the corner of the vehicle as well, âyou really donât have to keep up your end of the deal, our parents arenât here to see.âÂ
âItâs alright,â his burly arm reached over you to fish out a laundry basket stuffed to the brim with your things, âI know it was just your mom babying you as usual and whispering in my dadâs ear to get him to make me watch after you.âÂ
âShe doesnât baby me, she just cares, a lotâŠâ you shot back defensively, âand I donât need anyone to watch out for me. Iâm eighteen, not seven.âÂ
âOh yeah?â he let out a faint scoff, âso you wanna just haul all this junk around campus, looking for your dorm, which you have no clue where is yet?âÂ
Your eyes then slowly narrowed in his direction before you muttered, ââŠwell, maybe you could give me just a bit of a hand⊠just in the name of saving time instead of wasting my first day getting lost.âÂ
And as you filled your arms with as much stuff as you could carry, Steve noted, âhey, I'm not offering to be your fucking tour guide,â as he slammed the trunk shut behind you, âdonât worry, I wonât now try to make you suddenly like me,â he spoke of the ship that sailed away a long time ago.Â
Arms full, you crossed the crowded parking lot till you reached one of the open gates leading into a lush green area where little paths weaved across the lawns and connected all of the towering buildings.Â
âWelcome to Highridge University,â Steve breathed as you walked under the gateway, âbest fucking years of your life.âÂ
For so long, you had dreamt of this moment, finally being out on your own, away at college, meeting kindred spirits and sipping from the well of knowledge. Glancing around, your teeth clamped down on the smile that rapidly grew and faintly calmed the jittery nerves that still tensed up your abdomen in nauseating butterflies.Â
âWhere are you gonna live, again?â his glance briefly drifted to you.Â
âUhâŠâ one-handed, you swiftly scrambled to get out the papers folded up in your pocket, â⊠Manning Hall, room eight,â you read out loud once you finally found the information on the crumbled piece of paper.Â
âManning, alright,â he exhaled, âI started out in Lichfield myself, but Iâve, uhâ, dated a few girls who lived in Manning,â his comment promptly caused your eyes to roll in your skull before your feet began to shuffle after him as he led the way.Â
As you tried to keep up with his long stride, you watched as his gaze suddenly dipped to the contents of the laundry basket he carried before something caught his eye.Â
âAh, no way,â he chuckled as he shifted the hamper to free his one arm and snatch up an item, âI canât believe you brought this with you.âÂ
Glancing over, fury swiftly began to simmer in your chest as you watched him clutch the brown plush bovine visage of Chocolate Milk, an old stuffed animal of yours.Â
âHey!â you swiftly snatched the soft cow out of his hand.Â
But the loss didnât get to diminish his flame as he only spotted the others buried deeper within the basket, hidden beneath the mass of Chocolate Milk, âoh my god, thereâs more!â
âWill you please stop?â you begged as he picked up both an ivory bunny and a caramel-coloured bear, âokay, fine, so I brought a few stuffed animals with me, big whoop!â you screeched in hopes that he would for once show you an ounce of mercy as this was in fact your first time being away from home, so the sense of comfort that those toys brought seemed better than if youâd begged your own mother to stay with you till you settled in.Â
But even when Steve let go of the teddy bears and settled them back into the hamper, his laughter still continued to rumble in his chest, âoh, youâre so adorable, fuckâŠâÂ
His laughter had thankfully subsided by the time you reached Manning Hall. Once youâd received your key, your feet began to carry you down the long corridors in search of your new home.Â
When you found the correct door, it already stood ajar, prompting you to slowly push it open before you peeked your head inside.Â
On the floor, next to one of the nightstands, there sat a dark-haired girl your age, haphazardly stuffing the small drawer with some of her things.Â
âHi,â you gently tapped your knuckles against the open door before crossing the threshold.Â
Glancing over her shoulder, her eyebrows floated up before she exclaimed, âoh! You must be my roommate!â before she sprang up and rushed towards you, âhey, Iâm Kate,â she reached out to shake your hand.Â
Setting down enough stuff to free one palm, you grasped hers and offered her a timid smile, ânice to meet you, Iâm Y/n.âÂ
Coming in behind you, Steve bumped against your side as he squeezed his eclipsing form in through the doorway, âwhere do you want this shit?â
âOh,â you tried to get out of the way before his stride tumbled you down, âon the bed is fine, I think,â you gestured to the empty one.Â
Slipping in past you both, Kate then asked as he placed the hamper down on the small mattress, âis this your boyfriend?â
You nearly choked on your giggle as your wide eyes soared to stare back at her, âhim? My boyâ, no,â you tried your best to ignore the flutter that tingled deep within your belly at her assumption, âthatâs my stepbrother. Heâs just already a senior here, so we drove together.âÂ
âOh,â she exhaled before her face screwed up in immediate regret, âsorry.âÂ
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, your stepbrother briefly glanced down at the screen before muttering, âwell, I'll let you girls talk. I'm gonna go grab the rest from the car and then be on my way.âÂ
Offering him a small nod, your gaze shadowed him as he exited the small dorm room, your eyes only ripping away from his fading visage down the hall when Kate soon uttered, âhey, I was about to go get my student ID. You wanna join?â
âSure,â you nodded, stuffing both of your hands in your pockets, âdo you know where it is?â
âActually, I do,â she cocked her head proudly before sharing, âmy girlfriend goes here, so Iâve already been visiting this place for an entire year.âÂ
âWait, wait, wait, let me readjust my grip,â the frat bro with a buzzcut wheezed to the other guy carrying the heavy beer keg. They were barely halfway up the steps that led to the fraternityâs porch as you approached.Â
âSeriously?â the one that looked like a Norse god halted with a huff, âyou canât keep pausing every five seconds or we wonât get this thing inside till next year!âÂ
âHi,â the quiet tone of your voice caused them to drop their squabble as both of their eyes promptly drifted directly towards you, âIâm sorry, is this the Kappa Alpha Nu house?â
âIt most certainly is, gorgeous,â the blonde one let his stare take a journey down over your frame, âwhy? You wanna join?â
âNo,â you shook your head, âI'm just looking for someone.â
âOkay,â the other one nodded, âwell I'm pretty sure everyoneâs inside,â his head invitingly tilted towards the open front door behind them before he added, âexcept for if youâre looking for Frank or Billy, they havenât arrived yet.âÂ
Slipping in behind them, the entryway that met you was generous and wide, with a broad staircase off to the side that stretched up to an open landing where numerous hallways spewed forth and weaved deeper into the house. Peeking around, you first poked your head inside the living room that bloomed off to the left, though the room that met you was completely vacant.Â
Though as you twisted to take your search somewhere else, a figure appeared from out of nowhere, curving around the corner, before you blindly bumped directly into the mass.Â
âOw, fuck!â he cursed before you stepped off his toes that your shoes had accidentally stomped down on in the collision.
âShit, sorry, I wasnât looking where I was goingââŠâ your apology then promptly faded from your lips as you blinked up into the blue eyes of none other than Bucky Barnes.Â
âY/n? What are you doing here?â your stepbrotherâs best friend blinked back into your wide eyes before his glance dipped down to the deep neckline of your shirt, âand since when did these stop being mosquito bites?â he teased as a smirk began to bloom on his lips.Â
As you then tugged at your shirt to cover up more of your cleavage, Bucky only continued to brashly stare. Â
âDo you know where Steve is?â you avoided his inappropriate comment with a roll of your eyes.Â
âYeah, he should be down any second,â his brawny arm curled up before he leaned his weight against the wall behind you, âso, how the hell are you? Taken any showers lately?â he briefly wiggled his brows, recalling the time over the summer when he had come over to hang out with his friend, only to naturally walk into your bathroom right as you were washing shampoo out of your hair.Â
âIâm fine,â you sighed as your cheeks began to burn, âglad to finally have a bathroom door with a lock that actually works.âÂ
But then, before Bucky could torment you any further, three separate pairs of footsteps creaked on the staircase.Â
âHey, Buck,â you heard Steve call out before he reached the bottom of the steps, âdid you remember to invite the Delta Phi girls tonight, becauseâ,â his sentence then crumbled as his gaze landed upon you. Stopping in his tracks, he blinked down at you with his eyebrows harshly knitted together before his glare flickered to his friend, âwhat is she doing here?âÂ
Crossing the width of the entryway, you dipped your fingers into your pocket and said, âyou forgot your phone in my room,â before you fished the device out and stretched it up towards him.Â
Finally crossing over the threshold behind you, the two guys hauling the keg perked up, âalready trying out the new wares on campus? Nice.â
âWhat?â you twisted around to glare at them, your heart suddenly thumping in your chest, âIâm his stepsisterâŠâ
âOhâŠâ one of the guys on the staircase beside Steve murmured before turning to utter closer to him, âthis is her? Seriously?â though hushed, his voice was still loud enough for each and every person in the room to hear what he said, âthatâs your stepsister?âÂ
The clearly lewd undertones of his cadence flew directly over your head as you then blinked up at Steve and asked, âyou told them about me?â
âOh yeah, he has,â the shaggy-haired one on the other side of your stepbrother eyed you a moment before he shifted down the last steps, âI'm Ari, president of this madhouse,â the towering man leaned against the thick bannister before he pointed out each other fraternity members surrounding him, âthis is Marc, Thor, Curtis and I'm guessing you already know Bucky.â
âYeah,â you briefly entertained Bucky and threw a glare over your shoulder at him, âour paths unfortunately crossed back in high school.âÂ
As your eyes fluttered back, Ari, still standing tall before you, tilted his head and asked, âyou stopping by our annual beginning of the semester bash tonight?âÂ
âOh,â you breathed, taken aback by the unexpected invitation, âthanks, but I donât think I should. I have freshman assembly early tomorrow morning, and anyhow, Iâm not really much of a party girl,â your fingers began to fiddle with the hem of your sleeve.Â
But then, before you could share any more of your completely valid reasons, Steve spoke up, âoh, come on,â he nearly groaned, âI was told to take you under my wing, so I canât very well stand around and let you waste away your college years just like you did back in high school.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with how I spent those years?â you scoffed and crossed your arms across your chest.Â
âUh, you had no life, no friends, nothing,â he counted on his fingers, âyou were basically a nun.âÂ
Throwing your hands up into the air, you exclaimed, âoh, well, Iâm sorry we canât all be the fucking prom king and go to parties every weekend without it affecting oneâs GPA!âÂ
âAlright, Iâm sorry, geez,â Steve huffed with only a whisper of sincerity, âjust come tonight, please? I mean, have you ever even been to a real party before? So how would you know that you donât like it if youâve never tried it? Just stop by for a second, and if itâs not for you, then you can just leave, simple as that.âÂ
âDrinks for the beautiful ladies,â Lloyd winked as he and Bucky slithered into the cluster of sorority girls to hand out some beverages. You were leaning up against the nearby wall, shyly only having one foot into the conversation as your new roommate, who now stood with her arm around her girlfriend, Yelena, encouraged you to join in and meet everybody.Â
âFuck off, Lloyd,â the redheaded ringleader of the girls barked after sheâd seized a cup from him, âI canât deal with you tonight.â
âStill playing hard to get, I see,â Lloyd only smirked back at Natashaâs scowl.Â
âOh, I very much am not,â she uttered coldly.Â
âSee, every party you tell me that and every party, I donât care. Itâs part of our thing,â he briefly waved a finger between the both of them.Â
âIt is not part of our thing, we donât have a thing, we will never have a thing.âÂ
Though his feet didnât shift at her warning, as his stare only narrowed to a squint before he concluded, ââŠso what youâre saying is thereâs a chance.âÂ
âJust leave me alone,â she threw up a hand between them to shield her from any more of his desperate attempts, âgo flirt with some sad, lonely freshman.â
Though as you watched from the sidelines, you swiftly felt yourself stiffen up as Lloyd suddenly saddled up next to you and flashed you a dazzling grin, âhello⊠are you by any chance sad and lonely?âÂ
Sucking in a breath, you nervously blinked up at him, ânot particularly.âÂ
But before the frat guy could make any other attempts, and make you that much further overwhelmed, Buckyâs palm landed on Lloydâs shoulder before he offered him a band-aid for the rejections. Â
âHey, I think I saw those twins from Callahanâs class out on the dance floor a bit ago,â he leaned in slightly to utter over the booming music that rattled the entire frat house.Â
âReally?â Lloyd gasped, promptly renewed with vigour before he darted off, leaving Bucky alone next to you. Â
âHe seemsâŠÂ nice,â you tilted your head as your gaze traced him onto the dance floor, briefly flickering to Thor behind them all as he controlled the music and put his own spin on it.Â
âAh, heâs not that bad when heâs sober,â Bucky shrugged before shifting to face you, âhere,â he then held out a plastic cup for you to grasp. Â
âOh, Iâm not really much of a drinkerâ,â you tried to protest before Bucky rolled his eyes and shoved the beverage into your hand, âoh, okay, sure,â you blinked back into his steely blue eyes as he then brought the cup up to your lips and guided you to take a large gulp. The searing sting caused you to swiftly tilt your head back down as you then coughed because of how strong it was, âoh my god, what is that?â
âJust drink it, itâll help, trust me,â he urged as you stared down into the well of what must have been pure liquor.Â
Cautiously, you took the older guyâs advice, sipping slowly as you let your gaze wander the space, though as you did, you expected Bucky to leave, but to your surprise, he didnât shift to move away from your side, which then only caused a timid bubble to ache within your belly as your stare nervously flickered up to him, clueless as to what you should do next. Â
âSoâŠâ you exhaled tensely as you tried to make conversation, âyou guys do this kind of thing a lot? Throw parties here?âÂ
âYeah, pretty much every weekend,â Bucky nodded after taking a sip of his own drink, âalthough this one in particular, the beginning of the year bash, it always gets a bit wild. Probably because we havenât seen each other all summer long, so some years it gets a bit out of hand.âÂ
âOh⊠like, how wild do you mean? Does it turn into a clue movie?â you half-joked.Â
âNo, nothing quite like that,â he chuckled at your slight terror, âalthough Scott did almost drown in the pool one time, soâŠâ he shared, pointing to the man erratically shaking his thing in the centre of the dance floor, âhe was fine, woke back up, but just donât get alarmed if anyone pulls something particularly stupid before the sun comes up.â
Pursing your lips, you nodded faintly, âthanks for the tip.âÂ
As your gaze continued to flicker across the expansive space and the drunken students letting loose, his own stayed glued to you before you eventually heard him utter, âso, have you gotten the grand tour yet?â
âWhat?â your neck swiftly twisted in his direction. Â
âOf the house,â he faintly gestured to the walls around him.Â
ââŠyou wanna show me around?âÂ
âSure,â he shrugged, âwell, Iâm kinda just waiting around for it to become my teamâs turn in beer pong, so Iâve got the time to kill.âÂ
âOh, alright,â you breathed, your pulse suddenly picking up at the thought of wandering the halls by his side.Â
âCool,â he nodded before shifting his gaze to the room you already stood in, âso, this is the place,â he spread out an arm as if you hadnât just been standing in this spot for twenty minutes.Â
âYeah, I already figured that one out on my own,â you chuckled briefly before the palm he slid over your lower back caused it to fade away.Â
With his hold, he guided you around the corner, into the entryway, âso, the kitchen, dining room and the door to the basement are through there,â he then pointed to the different corners of the abode, âand through there is the living room and this room we use for meetings and shit.âÂ
He then ushered you upstairs, where barely any partygoers had ventured up. Pointing down the various long hallways, he guided your vision to the different doors all down each of them, âso, Frank, Billy, Curtis and Miguelâs rooms are down that way,â he then gestured to the opposite direction, âScott, Thor, Lloyd, Ransom and Marc are down there,â before his feet then shifted down the last corridor, âand down here is my room,â he pointed to the closed door that had his name on it, âSteveâs, Andyâs and Ariâs.â
Though as he spoke, your eyes fluttered to the door at the end of the hallway, standing slightly ajar. The movement that caught your eye on the other side caused you to swiftly glance to Bucky with a look of alarm, though he clearly couldnât spot it from where he was standing as he continued to chat, his voice soon fading and flying over your head as your stare wandered back towards the dark room.Â
On a bed in the centre of the room, there was Ari, hovering and grunting above some blonde girl you didnât recognise. It took a second for you to realise what they were doing, though when it sank in, a small gasp escaped your lips and caused the leaderâs eye to snap up from the whimpering girl beneath him and lock with your own stare through the sliver. You wanted to look away, you knew that you should have, but you couldnât.Â
And as you stood there, paralysed and suddenly panting, a wide grin began to bloom upon his lips as he held your eye and began to roll his hips with even more force, causing the chick on the bed to nearly fall off the mattress as each thrust drove her closer and closer to the edge.Â
Though as you finally managed to snap out of your trance, you nearly coughed as you scrambled to blink back to Bucky, âIâm sorry, what did you just say?âÂ
âI said that Iâm gonna go take a leak,â Bucky cocked an eyebrow as he watched your chest rise and fall rapidly beneath your shirt, âyou good?â
âYeah,â you breathed foggily, âI think I just need a second before heading back downstairs againâŠâ
âOh, well, I'm sure you can go hang out in Steveâs room for a bit,â he cracked open the door behind him and gestured for you to slip inside.Â
Slowly, your feet shuffled deeper into the room, the plastic cup in your hand soon resting on the windowsill as you momentarily cast your glance outside at the people down in the front yard, playing a rambunctious drinking game.Â
Though as your frame sank down with an exhale to sit on the edge of the bed, your head swiftly burying itself in your hands, loud moans seeped through the wall from the other room as they crescendoed in a cacophony that caused your head to spin.Â
Or perhaps it wasnât just the lewd acts that were to blame for why you suddenly felt so dizzy. Ground unsteady beneath your feet, even though you were already sitting down, you noticed how inebriated you truly had become. Not that you had imbibed that much, but as the lightweight that you admittedly were and the minuscule experience your body had with such substances, it didnât take much to have you feeling more molten than you ever had before.Â
âWhat are you doing up here?â you suddenly heard, causing your face to crawl out of its hiding place in your palms. Glancing up, you saw Steveâs shadow in the doorway. Â
âSteve!â you jumped slightly at his unexpected arrival, âyou scared me,â you clutched your chest gently as you watched him shut the door behind him.Â
Moving over towards the desk in the corner, he briefly dipped down to find a bottle of whisky that rested in the bottom drawer. Casting a glance back at you over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he studied your form, âdid I just walk in on something?â he asked as he unscrewed the lid, âyou waiting for someone to come up here and fuck you on my bed? Kinky.â
âWhat? N-no! Oh my god, no,â you sputtered, sensing a mortified heat rush up to your cheeks, âI swear, Bucky was just showing me around a bit, and I wasnât ready to go back to the chaos downstairs yet, thatâs all, he was the one who said it was okay for me to take a break in here.â
âHmm⊠youâre still sweet on him, arenât you?â he guessed before tilting the bottle back for a swig, âis that what was happening here? Were you waiting for him to get back? Did I just cockblock you from finally getting that stick fucked out of your ass? If so, then I feel like I have a responsibility to warn you, he is hung like a fucking horse, so donât be discouraged if you canât take him.âÂ
âIâ, what?â you panted, blinking back at him wildly, âno, Iâm not! I-I donât like him, Iâve neverâ, what are you talking about?âÂ
âChill! Iâm only joking,â Steve swiftly chuckled at your perplexed panic, âI mean, not about his size, both a blessing and a curse, you know,â he cocked his head, âseriously, you donât gotta freak out like some innocent little virgin,â he laughed, though his words only caused you to freeze up, a reaction he swiftly picked up on, ââŠunless youâ, oh shit,â growing silent, his stare stayed glued on you as he slowly sat the bottle in his hand down upon the desk behind him, âyou are, arenât you?âÂ
âWell, you donât gotta say it like that!â you groaned, keeping your eyes averted to the floor, âitâs not some terminal illness.â
âSorry, no, I didnât mean it like that, I justââŠÂ fuckâŠâ he exhaled, âreally?âÂ
ââŠyeah,â you nervously fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you felt the mattress dip beside you, âyou know my mom has never let me date anyoneâŠâ
âWhat about like other stuff?â Steveâs tone tickled your hot skin as he now sat right next to you, âyouâve done that, right?â though you only managed to meekly shake your head as an answer, âreally? No oneâs ever like touched you before? Or youâve played with someone else?â he pried, and you once again shook your burning face from side to side, âwow,â he exhaled, âwell, then I canât even begin to imagine how much you must masturbate, damn.â
âIâ, IââŠâ you tried to utter, though the truth of your inexperience seemed too difficult to say out loud, rendering you to once again wobble your head.Â
âWait, seriously?â his eyebrows soared up even higher, âyou havenât that either?â
âWell, Iâveâ, sort ofâ, I donât know,â you stumbled, your gaze still hazy on the floor.Â
âHow have you done it?â he then asked, making it that much harder for you to fill up your lungs with oxygen.Â
âOh god,â you jaggedly shifted your vision to the ceiling, âthis is so mortifying.â
âNo, itâs okay, you can tell me,â he pushed in a gentle tone you didnât think he had in him.Â
Gnawing at your bottom lip till a metallic taste met your tongue, you hesitantly muttered, ââŠkinda just, I guess, sit on a pillow or a stuffed animal or something and thenââŠâ
âShitâŠâ a low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound that shot straight down between your thighs and worsened the throbbing already distracting you down there, âthatâs the only thing you do? You just hump your pretty little pillow till you cum?â
âWell, I donât know if Iâ, uh, reach that per say, I just kind of rock till it builds and then Iâve always stopped becauseâ, I donât knowâŠâ you uttered, mortified that your inebriated state had nudged you to share such matters, especially with him, âitâs stupid, I know. My anatomy knowledge is great, much better than yours, I know where stuff is and how things technically work, but when I was younger, I know itâs dumb, but it all kind of scared me, like what if I did it wrong and ruined something, and I know now that statistically speaking the odds of something like that happening are really, really low, butâ, yeahâŠâÂ
Steveâs eyes never left you for but a second, merely stared as you shared and eventually, after silence had swept through the room like a crisp breeze, he parted his lips and uttered, âdo you want me to teach you?â
Finally, you turned your head to meet his gaze, ââŠyouâre my stepbrotherâŠâÂ
âYeah, of a couple of years,â he had the audacity to shrug, âand for most of that time, Iâve been away at school, so like, are we really?âÂ
A stunned scoff then bubbled out of your throat, âour parents are married, so yes, that makes up stepsiblings.âÂ
âWell, for now,â he tilted his head slightly, âwere you living in the same house as I was over this summer? They clearly arenât newlyweds anymoreâŠâ he stated before leaning in closer, âso, what do you say? Will you let me help you?â your eyes flickered down to your knee as his knuckles slowly inched closer and ghosted against your skin, âI promise, itâll feel so fucking good, you donât even knowâŠâ he nearly whispered as if he was trying to sell you on a drug youâd instantly get addicted to.Â
âIââŠâ you panted, âbut wouldnât it be weird that itâs you showing me?â
âNo, it wouldnât be weird at all,â his head gently shook from side to side, âunless you want me to go grab Bucky, I'm sure he wouldnât mind eitherâïżœïżœ
âNo, no!â you swiftly squeaked, âthatâs not necessary,â as sharing such a secret with Steve had been bad enough, the thought of repeating the whole ordeal with someone else made you feel as if you might faint.Â
âOkay,â he breathed before he slowly began to inch closer, an action you swiftly put a stop to when you pressed a palm to his chest.
âWait, what if I donât like it?â
âThen you just tell me, and Iâll stop,â one of his hands floated up to rest on top of your own, still pressed against him, âpromise,â he offered you a reassuring smile. Steveâs glance then flickered down to your lips before his eyebrows twitched slightly as he wondered, âso, if youâve never done any of that stuff before, does that mean youâve also never been kissed?â
ââŠwell, I've played spin the bottle a few times, many years ago, does that count?â you recalled the awkward pecks in your youth.Â
âNot really,â the corners of his lips twitched before he asked you, âcan I kiss you?â
âCan youââŠâ you echoed faintly before whispering, âokay,â utterly spellbound as you stared back at him, âwhat should I do?â
âJust relax,â he then gently grabbed each side of your face with his wide hands, âand follow my lead.âÂ
It simultaneously felt like an eternity as well as only the blink of an eye before Steve had closed the gap and pressed his lips to your own. At first, it was soft and slow, his right thumb briefly swiping against your cheekbone as he kissed you, but then you felt his tongue flicker forth, making you gasp, before he seized that opportunity to slip past your guard and let his tongue dance against your own, the sensation of which caused you to positively melt as you relaxed into the kiss and mirrored his efforts.Â
You had no clue how much time had passed once you finally parted, and you blinked your dazed eyes back at him.Â
And in your haze, he first shifted back deeper onto the bed, before he gently manoeuvred your frame to slot you in between his legs, âhere, lean back against me,â he drew you closer till your back was pressed up against his chest.Â
Twisting your neck to look up at him, you were still too stunned to speak, only suck in a shaky breath as he then pressed a peck to your temple.Â
âYou ready?â he murmured against your hairline as his hands slid down atop your own, his fingers swiftly interlocking with your smaller ones.Â
âI think so,â you uttered nervously.Â
âSo, letâs start off with the basics,â his low voice only worsened the tingly sensation that now roared in your body like a roiling flame, âcould you tell me what places youâve explored before and where you havenât yet?â
ââŠwell, I guess Iâve touched most places beforeâŠâ you hesitantly began, âmy hands usually run all over my body when Iâ, you know⊠but Iâve never put anything inside, and I only touched myâ, uhm, clit one time, a really long ago,â your confession began to make you feel so dizzy, you feared you might faint at any moment, âand it was just really intense andâ, I donât know, I was scared that it was too much, so I never tried it again, not directly anyway, justâ, you know, pillows and suchâŠâÂ
âAlright,â he uttered, letting go of your hands.Â
Your eyes grew as they then traced Steveâs touch, first sweeping up to gently cup both of your boobs. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he briefly brushed his thumbs over the pebbles of your nipples, poking through the thin fabric of your shirt. You found yourself barely breathing when he eventually let his palms roam further south till they were at your hips, and his fingers began to hike up your skirt and let it crumble around your waist.Â
âLet me seeâŠâ he murmured directly in your ear as he poked at your bent legs to pry them open, âoh my god, look at youâŠâ you felt the deep groan vibrate in his chest as he caught sight of your panties and the embarrassingly soaked patch darkening the cotton, âyou are so fucking wetâŠâ
Steve then slowly slid his touch down over your covered core, merely cupping your lightly, though still making it near impossible for you to breathe. But your whole body twitched as he lightly curled up his hand till only the tips of his fingers still grazed you, before he then began to draw a feathery pattern of circles, tickling your deprived centre.Â
âHow does that feel, huh?â he kept up the ghostly touch.Â
âI-itâsâ, o-oh my god,â you whimpered, doubtful if you could take whatever else heâd dare to throw at you when even such a light touch managed to make you tremble, âSteve.â
Seizing his teasing, his fingers then hooked in the hem of your underwear before pulling them to the side, sticky strings of your arousal clinging to the cotton, âoh, fuckâŠâ he groaned before his instincts overtook him and his fingers caught the waistband before ripping them down your legs till their rushed journey halted at your ankles, resting around them and loosely trapping them together.Â
Pushing your legs further apart, one hand then traced your inner thigh while he hooked his other burly arm across your chest, just beneath the swell of your tits, occasionally squeezing so tightly that your boobs were pushed up even higher as he efficiently strapped you in, impossibly close to his broad chest.Â
Painstakingly slow, he slid his touch closer and closer to your glistening core, till he reached the places that you never had the nerve to truly touch on your own.
âOh, f-fuck!â you gasped as the rough pads of his fingers just lightly dragged through your folds.Â
âChrist, youâre sensitive,â he kept on peeking over your shoulder as he drew a slow circle over your clit, âlook at you, fucking trembling like a leaf, and I've barely touched you yet.â
âBarely?â you echoed breathlessly, âwhat do you meanâ, how is this barely? I-I donât know if I canâ, itâsâ, fuck,â you whimpered against his touch, âitâs too much,â your thighs trembled on either side of his wide palm, âI donât know if I can take it, I think you might have to stop.âÂ
âNo, no, no, itâs not too much, you can take it, I know you can,â he urged before he bent his strong legs and hooked them over your own, trapping your wiggly limbs and holding you down and open for him, âjust trust me, Iâve got you, all you gotta do is just relax, okay? Just give into it.âÂ
His feathery pressure on your puffy pearl then increased, making your hips buck beneath his touch as a moan rippled out from deep within your lungs.
âOh, fucking hell, there you go,â he smiled from behind you, âlook at that little pussy, fucking crying out now that sheâs finally getting some attention.â
Your fingers twitched just beneath his arm, still flexing over your ribs, and a murmur slipped out past your whimpers, âI canât believe this is actually happeningâŠâÂ
Though as Steveâs touch drove you mad, his fingers slipped down to catch some of the slick that leaked out of your untouched hole, before he went into autopilot and didnât sweep back up to bully your glistening clit, but instead began to circle your virginal entrance.Â
âNo, wait,â you instantly began to freak out, ân-not there!âÂ
âYou sure?â he let himself trace your tight opening one last time, âalright, maybe next time thenâŠâÂ
Once his fingers had swept back up and focused in on your puffy pearl, rolling it firmly beneath his touch, you felt your body reach the agonising point where youâd always chicken out.Â
âSteve, Iââ
âHm?â he hummed in your ear and kept up his efforts, surely feeling your clit throb beneath his fingers, âyou getting close?â
âI-Iâ,â you gasped, trying your best to fight the feeling, âthis is usually when I stop.âÂ
âOh yeah?â you could plainly hear the smirk on his lips.Â
âMhm,â you nodded, staring down at his efforts that barely even paused.Â
âSo, this is what youâd do, huh? Youâd ride your pillow and then just stop?â as he uttered that last word, he abruptly took his hand away, âjust leave yourself all edged and needy?â your hips bucked after his fading touch, âthatâs usually something Iâd do to my girls just to be a menace and make them all dumb and desperate, but thatâs just what you do to yourself all of the time?â your whole frame quivered against him as you weakly tried to grab for his hand, even as he brought it completely out of your reach, âdamn, gotta admit, wish I had known that earlier⊠I could have sneaked into your room afterwards and lent a hand, helped you go all the way. Thatâs what you needed, wasnât it? You just needed your big bro to come in and hold your hand through it because you got scared? Itâs okay, Iâm here now, Iâve got you, big brotherâs got you.â
âYouâre not my brotherââÂ
âDamn right, Iâm not,â he nearly chuckled before he began to touch you once again, rendering any retort you had lined up to fly straight out of the window as shaky moans instead flowed from your lungs.
Though the cruel pause had given your body enough time to calm down just a tad, it barely took any time at all for Steve to push you back towards that intimidating ledge and hold you there as you peeked over the edge.Â
âSteve, I donât know if I canâ, itâsââÂ
âBaby, itâs okay, you can do it,â he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, âjust trust me, itâll feel so fucking good, you donât even know,â the hand he had plastered against your ribs slid up to grasp one of your tits, denting the softness with his long fingers, âjust let it happen, relax.âÂ
Shaking uncontrollably, your face tilted to hide in the bulk of his arm as the most blinding and overwhelming sensation youâd ever felt in your entire life rippled through your form, white-hot pleasure in a dose that you hadnât thought imaginable.
âOh, there you go, fuck,â he moaned and tried to draw your very first orgasm out as long as he could, âatta girl, thatâs it.âÂ
When his movements finally stopped, his messy hand slipped down to rest against your twitching thigh, hazy whimpers ever flowing from your lungs as you reeled in the staggering sensation.Â
âHoly shitâŠâ you eventually managed to pant shakily.Â
âTold you itâd feel good,â he uttered cockily before pressing a kiss to your temple.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut as he then began to caress your thigh gently, sweeping his touch up and down the goosebump-ridden flesh till your breathing began to slow.Â
But then as you felt yourself relax even further back against him, wiggling slightly to get more comfortable, you noticed something hard poking your back. Assuming that it was something in his pocket, you shifted once again, but still couldnât escape it, though with each of your squirming attempts, a low groan was conjured deep within Steveâs chest.
âWhat is that?â you then muttered, âis it your phone? Could you take it out of your pocket?â
âNo, itâs not my phone,â he couldnât help but chuckle at your innocence, swiftly causing you to freeze up, âyou got me hard.â
Gasping loudly as if he hadnât just had his hand on your pussy, you shot up to a sitting position and swiftly crawled around to direct your wide eyes straight at him. Skirt falling down to cover you back up, your panties however still remained around your ankles as you shifted to kneel on the bed before him.Â
âOh my god,â the stunned expression plastered all over your face caused him to melt, âyouâre so cuteâŠâÂ
Blinking back at him, you stammered, âthat wasâ⊠youâreââŠâÂ
âHard? Yeah,â he casually uttered, âkinda impossible not to be after what just happened,â he let his hand drift down to palm himself through his pants, guiding your vision to flutter down as well to finally look at the prominent bulge that strained against the zipper of his jeans. And as his touch slowly rubbed against the mouthwatering hardness, teasingly squeezing it for an ounce of relief, his head then cocked as he continued to stare at you, âcan I ask you something?â
Downright hypnotised as you stared down at the overwhelming display of his arousal, you only managed to hum as a reply, âmhm,â as you stayed transfixed on the clothed hardness that somehow both terrified and exhilarated you at the same time.Â
âHave you ever seen a cock before?â
Meeting his unwavering gaze, you blinked, ââŠin textbooks and stuffâŠâ
âHow about up close?â he asked and you swiftly shook your hazy head, âyou wanna see mine?â
âIââŠÂ what?âÂ
âDo you wanna see mine?âÂ
âU-uhâŠâ you could barely think as you felt the sore sensitivity between your unsteady thighs somehow blossom back into the same agonising tingles that had taken hold of you before, âokay.âÂ
A sharp breath filled your lungs as you watched him free his dick. Your eyes swiftly grew even wider as he enveloped the hand, still glistening with your juices, around the fat girth. Slick and sloppy sounds filled the room with every leisurely stroke as he began to slowly jerk himself, your thighs unconsciously squeezing together at the show.Â
âYou good?â he chuckled lightly at the way your eyes had gone glassy.Â
âMhmâŠâ you foggily nodded, struggling to grasp onto even a single thought, âitâsâ⊠a lot bigger than I imaginedâŠâÂ
âHave you been imagining what my cock looked like?â he relentlessly teased.Â
âNo, no, I mean, just in general,â you fumbled over your words as he kept up his silky strokes, âyours is bigger than I imagined them to be in real life.âÂ
âYou wanna touch it?â
ââŠt-touch?â your eyes fought to blink back up and lock with Steveâs own.Â
âYeah, come on,â he then grabbed your hand and brought it towards his length. At first, he let you just graze your fingertips against his dick, guiding your touch as he slowly dragged it across the velvety skin, all the way from the bulbous head, glistening with shiny precum that beaded at the tip, to the fat base where his heavy balls bloomed beneath.Â
âOhâ,â you swallowed as he then wrapped your fingers around his girth before engulfing them with his own broad hand, still shiny from your wetness, âitâsâ, really hard.â
âYeah, well thatâs what you do to me, baby,â he smiled as he tightened his fist around your own, though even so, his girth was still too big for your own fingers to meet on the other side, âthis is all for youâŠâÂ
His free hand then grabbed your chin before he ravenously pressed his lips to your own, kissing you fiercely as he began to move your hand and guide your touch over his throbbing length.Â
Eventually, as you broke from the kiss, you peeped down at his cock, tight in your grasp.Â
His fingers kept on clutching your chin, holding you close, as he then purred, âhere, like this,â his wide hand flexed around your smaller one, âa little tighter, donât be scared, you wonât hurt meâ, yeah,â he then moaned as you obeyed his command, âfuck, thatâs itâŠâ briefly letting his eyes flutter closed as he breathed through the pleasure. Though as he blinked his gaze back open, his broad thumb brushed against your knuckles as he asked, âyou wanna try on your own?â
âO-okay,â you uttered before his guiding touch faded and you timidly tried to emulate his efforts, âlike this?â
âYeah, thatâs good,â he groaned as you slowly slid your careful touch up and down the length of his cock, âshit, youâre a natural, baby,â his fingers that clutched your chin briefly shifted before his thumb poked up to brush the pad against your bottom lip, âkeep going like that and Iâll blow in no fucking time.âÂ
âOh,â you swiftly ripped your stare away from his dick as you misunderstood his words, âshould I stop then?â
âDonât you fucking dare,â he growled before claiming your lips once again, not holding back in the slightest as he let the kiss grow sloppy and desperate.Â
Rejoining his touch to your own, he began to speed up your actions, making you stroke his thick girth even faster than before. And as he tilted away from the greedy kiss, a glossy string of saliva still kept you both connected.Â
Panting as he neared the finish line, he cast a brief glance down at his fat cock slick in both of your hands, before he threw his head back and moaned loudly as he unravelled at your touch.Â
âFuckâŠâ he panted as he let go of your palm, now sticky with his hot load just as his own hand was as well. Chest still rising and falling rapidly, he caught your frame and tugged you even closer, âcome here,â he murmured as he pulled you into a limp hug.Â
âWas that okay?â you asked in a small voice as you curled into his chest.Â
Catching your jaw, he tilted your head back enough for you to catch his eye before he uttered, âthat was fucking perfect,â and he kissed you once again. As he drew back, his gaze lingered, eventually fluttering down towards your lips before he brought his fingers up towards them, still messy with both your nectar as well as his own load, âopen up.â
âWhat?â your brows knit together as you blinked down at the sticky digits he ghosted against your lips, tilting your head back slightly in confusion.Â
âGive it a taste.âÂ
âWhy would I do that?â you nearly laughed.Â
âBecause itâs normal,â the older guy told you, âmost people love cleaning up after their messes, so you probably do too.â
âSeriously?âÂ
âI shit you not,â he said, though you kept on staring back at him in doubt, âwhat, do you want me to prove it to you? Fine,â he then extended his thumb for him to suck it clean, âthere,â he released the dinger from his lips with a pop, ânow itâs your turn,â he twisted his hand back down towards your mouth.Â
And hesitantly, you found yourself parting your lips for him, âthere you goâŠâ he groaned as he slipped two of his long fingers inside your mouth, âsee? Tastes good, doesnât it?â his gaze stayed transfixed upon your lips wrapped around his messy digits as he slowly let himself shift his fingers, greedily fucking your face for a bit, âshitâŠâ he cursed as you licked them clean and he pulled them back out, a murmur swiftly slipping from his lips as he continued to stare, âI canât wait to train this little mouth to do all sorts of tricksâŠâÂ
âWhat?â you asked as your mind began to scramble for the meaning.Â
âOh, nothing,â he sighed and ignored your naivetĂ© before he pulled you back in for another hug, ânothing at all, sisâŠâ

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubbleÂ
#leaâs writing#take her under your wing au#stepbro!steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#ari levinson x reader#stucky x reader#steve rogers smut#ari levinson smut#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes au#steve rogers au#steve rogers series#bucky barnes series#stucky x reader smut#frat!bucky barnes#frat!steve rogers#stepbro!steve#steve rogers fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfiction
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
In My Little Black Dress
The LADS Men have seen you in your long flowing dresses, but there was something about the way you looked in this particular dress that hugged your curves ; showing off those legs that they dream about being in-between. Artist @/osk_purinnumee on twitter
âŒïžMDNI MDNI MDNIâŒïž
Zayne âĄ
Storyline: He couldn't help himself after seeing you in that dress.

"Can you zip me up?" Such an innocent question.
Zayne sat frozen starring at you; his expression giving away nothing. His intense stare caused you to start second guessing whether or not you should wear this dress. "I can change"
"No!" He cleared his throat after his sudden outburst. "No you look beautiful" He stood from his seat on the bed raking his gaze over your body continuously as he circled around behind you. "Just ... perfect" His breath ghosted over your neck as he planted a soft kiss while his hands slowly zipped your dress up.
He spun you around, taking your hand and stepping back to admire you. "I love this dress on you" His voice as soft as silk. Your stomach immediately erupted with butterflies. "Thank you" you whispered back looking away to avoid his piercing gaze.
Before you knew it Zayne was leaning down placing the softest kiss on your lips. His kiss quickly grew hungry as he moved lower, grazing his teeth along your jaw and planting wet kisses down your neck.
"Zayne..." your voice nothing more than a breathy moan. "Hmm?"
"We ... we have to go the award ceremony starts in thirty minutes" He continued his assault on your neck littering kisses as his hands roamed your body. "I need you now" He couldn't help himself seeing the way that dress perfectly hugged your curves while propping his girls up just right.
He backed you against the wall before dropping to his knees and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. You shot a hand out pushing his head back. "Zayne we can't we have to go"
His breath was ragged as he rubbed his nose against your already wet panties before looking up at you through his lashes. "Please" He begged; his breath ghosting over your pussy sending shivers up your spine.
You couldn't help but give in giving a subtle nod and soon after he pulled your panties to the side and took his time with a long languid lick before devouring you like a man starved.
Rafayel âĄ
Storyline: No self-control when it comes to you. He has to have you now in the middle of his Art Exhibit.

Rafayel swore you were teasing him with the dress you decided to wear tonight for his latest Art Exhibit. He couldn't take his eyes off you; watching your hips sway and the way you pulled the hem down when it rose almost giving him a nice view of your ass.
He refused to let you leave his side. He was either holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you from behind. "You look so beautiful baby" He whispered in your ear as he slid his hands up and down the front of your dress. "We should get out of here, go somewhere less noisy"
"This is for you Rafayel we can't just leave" He pouted at your answer as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. "I don't like that answer" A quiet gasp left you as you felt him grind his hardening length against your ass.
"Rafayel!" You whisper-shouted whipping around to glare at him. As soon as your eyes met his you were shocked at how red his cheeks and ears were. You rolled your eyes and exhaled hard; looking around to make sure there were no prying eyes you turned back to Rafayel as a smile stretched across your face. "There's a private room-"
"I know ... I'll be quick .... I don't want to be, but I will be" He cut you off and swiftly tugged you out of the packed venue making his way to the back stairs. Rafayel yanked the private door open pulling you in slamming it behind the two of you and claiming your lips in a heated kiss.
His kiss was breathtaking; you gasped as you felt his hands bunch up your dress and quickly slip into your panties. Rafayel was incredibly skilled with his fingers. He dipped two fingers into you making you tremble as he massaged that spot. "Right there" you moaned between kisses; he moved to you neck as you threw your head back against the door in bliss. It didn't take him long to coax an orgasm out of you.
He smiled against your neck as he pulled his fingers out making you whine. He fumbled with his belt and zipper quickly pulling out his dick that stood hard & red. You were always shocked at how big Raf was it almost seemed like it wouldn't fit.
Not giving you time to catch your breath he slides his hand down your thigh lifting it up and hooking your leg over his hip as he sunk into you with an audible whimper. He lifted your other leg as well; you instinctively locked your legs around his waist as he pounded into you at a ferocious pace.
"Raf- ah!" He slaps his hand over your mouth. "Shhh you have to keep quiet beloved"
Xavier âĄ
Storyline: Made it all the way to the Annual Hunters Ball (Yes I made it up get off me) never even made it out of the car.

Xavier had top tier self-control unless it came to you. The minute he saw you in that tailored gown with a slit to show a little leg he was a goner.
"One more just one more" Xavier whimpered against your soaked cunt. He was currently buried between your legs in the backseat of his car. Thank goodness his windows were tinted otherwise everyone would see you splayed out for him with tears running down your face.
"Xav I can't" You whimpered trying to push his head which only caused him to hold your thighs tighter and flick his tongue faster on your overstimulated clit. "You can do it cum on my face"
Such a dirty mouth for someone with such an innocent looking face. Those deep blue eyes gazing up at you watching your every reaction to his tongue had him so hard he could cut diamonds. You arched into his mouth feeling another orgasm crest letting out the sluttiest moan that didn't even sound like something that would come from you.
Xavier continued to lick and suck catching every drop as you came down from your high. Flattening his tongue so you could grind out the last bit of your orgasm before slumping against the door.
Xavier sat up freeing his painful hard-on from his freshly pressed slacks that were now ruined with his pre-cum. "You can't go in with stained pants"
"That Hunters Ball is the last thing on my mind right now" He said as he lined himself up running his tip through your slick before sinking into you slowly. He shivered as he sheathed himself in you inch by inch "Fuck you have heaven between your thighs babe"
Sylus âĄ
Storyline: He has to keep one hand on you or .... maybe two fingers in you.

Sylus was doing great. He held his composure from the house all the way to the auction. Which wasn't easy watching your hips sway, ass bounce, and tits jiggle as you ran around putting on your last touches of makeup, jewelry, and redoing your hair twice because you didn't like how your edges looked with the first style.
The dress you had on left just barely enough for the imagination while simultaneously being classy. Sylus couldn't help but at least keep one hand on you.
Long tablecloths were draped over every table giving Sylus the perfect idea. You two sat at a table towards the back of the venue and as soon as the lights dimmed to begin the auction you felt Sylus hand slide up your left thigh. "I'm right handed Sylus my knife is on the other side" You whispered to him.
"I wasn't looking for your weapon Princess" He whispered as his hand inched towards the apex of your thighs. You took a sharp inhale as his fingers brushed against the lining of your panties. "You're already wet sweetie ... in a place like this? How scandalous" Your breathing became ragged as he slid your panties to the side and dipped two fingers into you. He stroked your G spot causing you to cover your mouth with your fist to keep from making noise.
"Sy-Sylus" You moaned as you leaned forward pretending to be interested in what the auctioneer was saying. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop"
He flattened his palm giving your clit more stimulation. "Then go ahead ... cum on my hand" He leaned over making it look as though he was just whispering in your ear when in reality he gave your ear lobe a soft nip before sucking it between his lips. That sent you right over the edge. Soft whimpers fell from your lips as you dripped all over his hand.
Sylus pulled his fingers out giving you a cheeky smirk before stirring his glass of whiskey with his fingers that you just came all over. "Now that's a one of a kind drinkâ
Whereâs Caleb? Right here
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads smut#lads x you#lads sylus#lnds x you#lnds rafayel#lnds smut#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#lnds x reader#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
4K notes
·
View notes
Note
Ohh now that I have permission to request, could I request newgirl au rommates!marauders with a reader who is very independent and tries to do and deal with everything on her own. I mean we know how codependent the boys are and I would love to see how they would interact with a reader who is the complete opposite
Thanks for requesting (you never need permission babe haha) !
roommate!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1k words
Sirius lets out a low whistle, crossing his arms as he leans his hip against the couch to watch you. âTraining to leave us for the circus?âÂ
âHa ha,â you monotone. Your voice falters slightly as you wobble on the ball of your foot, standing on tiptoe atop a pile of thick books atop a chair in order to reach the uppermost shelf of the bookcase in your sitting room. âDo you guys never clean up here? Itâs gross.âÂ
âSounds like youâve just answered your own question,â he says. âWhy are you messing with it?âÂ
âBecause,â you strain your reach, running a dusting wand along the shelf and stifling a gasp when your pile of books threatens to tip, âitâs the only empty shelf, and I have stuff to put here.âÂ
âShit, babe, canât your stuff wait a while? Remus will be home soon.âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âSo,â says Sirius, âheâs a tall bloke. He could at least reach up there without so muchâŠperil.â
You make a dismissive noise. âIâve got it.âÂ
You overextend your reach a tad, the books leaning precariously. The ball of your foot shuffles a few inches to the left in a semi-frantic instinct to regain your balance, but after a second you have to bail out, hopping down onto the chair and then the ground with a thunk thatâs sure to win you favor from your downstairs neighbors.Â
âYeah,â Sirius drawls. âLooks like it.âÂ
You make a face at him. James comes out of his room as youâre moving the chair a couple feet to the left to climb back up.Â
âI canât decideâŠuhhâŠâ He watches you ascend with brows drawing together in concern.Â
âShe wonât be deterred,â Sirius says swiftly. âWhat canât you decide?âÂ
Jamesâ eyes stay stuck on you as you pick up the dusting wand to try again. âI, erm, canât decide what to have for tea.âÂ
âYou said the other day that you were craving Thai,â Sirius offers. âOrder takeaway?âÂ
Though youâre turned away, you can practically hear the smile enter Jamesâ voice. âGenius. You want in?âÂ
âSure. Pad see ew, please.âÂ
âGot it. What about you?â James asks you.
âNo, thanks.â The duster looks suspiciously clean for how far youâve gotten. You attempt a little hop to see the shelf. âIâve got leftovers.âÂ
âRight, okayâgod, please donât do that.â Jamesâ voice pitches when your books sway after another hop. âItâs a long way down the stairs if you break your neck and we have to call 999. Why did you say we canât stop her?â he asks Sirius.Â
âI tried telling her to wait for RemusââÂ
âThatâs a good idea. Remus is tall, love, let him do it.âÂ
ââbut she wants to do it herself.âÂ
âOh.â Similarly to how you could hear Jamesâ smile before, now you can hear the lack of it. âI see. This is like the jar thing?âÂ
âThe jar thing?â Sirius asks with mild interest.Â
âYeah. I found her struggling with a jar of spaghetti sauce the other nightâ âyou roll your eyes; struggling seems a bit superiorâ âso I tried to help, but she wouldnât let me. Accidentally shattered the whole thing in the sink trying to get it open.âÂ
At this point, you can feel both Jamesâ and Siriusâ pointed stares at your back. You keep about your business as though you canât.Â
âWe canât have you breaking bones the way you broke the jar,â says James. âWe donât have liability insurance.âÂ
You huff a laugh. âIâm not totally familiar with how insurance works around here, but I donât think you need that if youâre not employing me.âÂ
âWhatever.â Siriusâ voice is dispassionate. âIf she wants to break her neck to prove a point, thatâs her prerogative.âÂ
James sounds about to protest, but then you hear the door open.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Remus asks under his breath, as though speaking to no one but himself. âWhat are you doing up there?âÂ
âItâs fine,â you insist, though admittedly it takes some willpower to continue dusting when your quietest roommate sounds so horrified. âIâm cleaning.âÂ
You hear the door shut and the lock click. Thereâs a papery shuffle as Remus sets down whatever he brought inside. âWhy?â he asks, bewildered.Â
âUh, because I donât want my books on a dusty shelf?âÂ
âLet me take care of that. Come down from there.â You start turning to give your rebuttal the same as you had to Sirius and James, but before you can Remusâ hands are at your waist. Your balance falters.Â
âCareful,â he tsks, his grip on you tightening momentarily. âStep down, one foot at a time.âÂ
You find that, with his hands on you and his tone so resolute, you have a harder time refusing him. You put your foot down on the chair.Â
âThere you are.â Remus doesnât seem inclined to release you until you have both feet on the ground, but he turns to give James and Sirius a look. âYou were just going to let her do this by herself?âÂ
âWe tried to tell her,â Sirius defends them. âShe wonât have any help, sheâd rather smash things.âÂ
Now Remus turns back to you, bemused. âSmash things?âÂ
âIt was an accident,â you mumble. âI wanted to open my own jar.âÂ
âYouâve got to let James handle jars, babe,â Sirius tells you sagely. âHe needs it, it makes him feel good.âÂ
James shrugs as though this may or may not be true.Â
âPlease,â Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, âno smashing anything while Iâm away. Jars or bones.âÂ
âThatâs what we were trying to tell her,â James says helpfully.Â
You cross your arms, avoiding anyoneâs eyes. âFine.âÂ
Remus sighs. âThank you.â He sets a fond hand on the top of your head, and the familiarity of the gesture sends a pleasant warmth all the way down to your toes. You feel a tad less aggrieved.Â
âThank goodness,â says James. âHey, does this mean I can start opening your jars for you? And youâll have takeaway with us tonight?âÂ
Your flatmates all look at you. âSure,â you relent. âThat would be nice, thanks. But Iâm not going to start joining you for those bedtime stories you do in Remusâ room every night.âÂ
âIâm an unwilling participant in those,â Remus protests unconvincingly.Â
âYou should rethink that one,â Sirius advises you as he sits down on the couch, pulling out his laptop to begin ordering dinner. âWeâre reading the Wrinkle in Time series right now; itâs riveting.â
#marauders new girl au#roommate!marauders#platonic marauders#marauders au#platonic!marauders#platonic!marauders x reader#platonic!marauders x y/n#marauders fanfiction#marauders#marauders fandom#the marauders#hp marauders#marauders x reader#marauders fluff#marauders fanfic#marauders fic#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x y/n#dead gay wizards from the 70s#platonic!marauders fluff#marauders x reader platonic#marauders crack
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Keep Up!

Pairings: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader
Summary: Logan knew moving in with Wade was going to be a bad ideaâŠ.his next door neighbor doesnât help with that either
Warnings: 18+ fic, fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), mentions of alcohol, male masturbation, Logan listens to reader getting fucked, daddy kink, Logan fingers reader, p in v penetration, creampie, making out, nipple play.
An: No one make fun of me for not being able to do Wadeâs witty remarks justice, I am just a girl.
Logan knew this wasnât a good idea.
There was virtually no timeline that existed currently where living with Wade fucking Wilson was a good idea for Logan. He could barely handle speaking to him for thirty minutes, let alone sharing a living space with him.
However, behind the manâs rapid fire tongue that had a copious amount of shit talking to go with it, he was genuine, and as much as Logan hated to admit itâŠ
He didnât really have anyone in this timeline but Wade.
So, after quite a bit of groaning and grumbling under his own breath, he finally agreed to moving in with Wade, which didnât take long at all, seeing as he came to this timeline against his will with nothing but his bright yellow hero suit on his body.
To Loganâs surprise, things werenât terrible his first week there. Wade was annoying, that much was true and inevitable, however he had his own shit to do, which had him out of Loganâs hair most of the time, leaving him all on his own in the tiny two bedroom apartment.
Logan was starting to realize that maybe all of this wasnât as bad as he cut it out to be. Things started to feel particularly good on the Friday night following the end of his first week there. Wade was nowhere to be found, he had the living room to himself and a nice bottle of whiskey to grant him the sweetest dreams (or lack there of) meaning he could simply enjoy his own company in the comfort of silence that was rare living with Wade. He sighed softly as he sat back, legs spread wide as he took a sip of his drink, sinking down into the couch in a pool of pure bliss-
A knock at the door ripped him away from all of that almost immediately.
He groaned softly, lifting his head as he turned to look at the door, brows furrowed for a moment as he silently threatened whoever it was behind it to knock it again. When they did, he turned his head in the opposite direction to face the clock on the wall, noticing that it was already going into the later hours of the night.
No one should be knocking their door this late.
By the third round of knocks to the door, Logan was fixing his posture, annoyance coursing through his veins at the disruption of his night. Whoever it was that was choosing to knock this many times on their door was in for it at this point.
However, Wade was beating him to it. The man swiftly slipped past Logan, pushing the older man back down into the couch, forcing Logan to fall back with a low groan, the gesture not helping with his growing annoyance.
âSheâs here! Sheâs here!â Wade squealed out like an excited child, skipping and clapping his hands together as he made his way to the door.
âWho the fuck is that-â Loganâs words were cut off but Wade practically hissing at the man as he whipped his head around to face him.
âKeep your fucking voice down! This is one of the only things I look forward to and I will not let Arthur Morgan ruin this for me. So shut your mouth, and drink your go-go juice, alright angel?â Wade seethed out as he gestured towards Loganâs bottle of whiskey before he turned around, tucking a strand of invisible hair behind his ear before he sighed softly, reaching forward and opening the door.
Thatâs when you walk in.
Behind the door is you. Youâre pretty, young, bright smile plastered on your face, cheeks beaming with happiness as you bounce on your heels, snacks and drinks practically spilling from your arms as you struggle to hold them. Logan doesnât stop himself from craning his neck forward to get a look at you, watching as you stare up at Wade like heâs your favorite person in the entire world.
Both you and Wade squeal in a way that sounds way too similar, and if Logan wasnât so fucking confused right now heâd most definitely comment on it.
âThere she is! Come to Daddy my little buttercup!â Wade groans as he lifts you up into his arms. A noise thatâs a cross between a groan and a giggle leaves your lips as he squishes you to his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him squeeze you tight.
âWade! YouâreâŠcrushing me..â you wheeze out, all while having a bright smile on your face.
âCrushing ensues when you donât visit me for two weeks. I was planning on shimmying my tight little ass down the air ducts to land straight into your bedroom so we can finish these last two episodesâ Wade hummed our matter of factly, casually keeping you pressed against his chest as he kicked the door shut and carried you into the house before setting you down.
Loganâs watching the entire thing play out from the couch, eyebrows raised as he watches someone finally match the manâs hyperactive energy levels.
âI had a cold! I didnât want to get you sickâ you giggle out softly as you turn to face him as you walk into the apartment, still completely oblivious to the other man sitting on the couch.
âPrincess have you taken a look at this mug? Influenza sees me and it runsâ he grins at you whilst pointing at his face, which only earns a gentle nudge to his side with your elbow.
You finally turn towards the man on the couch, a look of surprise on your face as you take in his face, his form. It doesnât take very long for you to come to the realization that whoever it is thatâs been sitting here this entire time, is one of the most attractive men youâve ever seen.
You never thought in your entire life that youâd see the Wolverine in person.
âOh! How rude of meâŠI didnât know you were busy Wadeâ Your voice is soft as you apologize, eyes wide and worried that youâd interrupted something you had no business stepping into. Logan can already see the way your sneaker clad feet are turning to leave, giving both him and Wade an apologetic smile.
âOh no you donât. You arenât using that sweet little understanding bit with me. If Wolvie wants to join in on our weekly Vanderpump Rules watch party, then he can. If he doesnât, then the honey badger can kick rocksâ Wade bends down a bit, giving you an assuring nod as he places his hand on the small of your back.
Logan rolls his eyes as he throws back the rest of his whiskey. âIâm way ahead of you assholeâ Logan grumbles out, annoyed with many things already.
âHold on there beautiful, donât be rude. Everything that is good and pure in the world is standing in the middle of our apartment and you arenât going to introduce yourself?â Wade scoffs out in disbelief, his words making you roll your eyes as you give him another nudge.
âWade itâs fine, he doesnât have to-â you try, seeing just how little patience the man had from the few words heâd given you since you walked in.
âMy name is Logan, I live here nowâ he nodded, his words short and brief.
You hate yourself because him acting this way is only making you want him more.
You inhale deeply before you give him a soft smile, the snacks youâd brought still clutched close to your chest, fingers pressing against the crinkly material of the various packages as you nod.
âItâs nice to meet you Logan. My names (y/n). I hope to see you around the building more oftenâ you beam, your response a bit too bubbly and excited for someone whoâd been hit with the driest, most bland introduction from a man probably ever.
Logan watches you closely for a bit, eyes taking in your bright expression, your excited eyes that are practically shining with stars in them. Youâre young, and eager and Logan knows exactly what kind of girl you are just by the way youâre smiling at him. Heâd run into a million different versions of you at bars and clubs, out on the streets when he was on missions, anywhere that he was able to be perceived, he ran into someone like you.
That in and of itself lets Logan know that he needs to stay far away from you.
He gives you a nod before pushes himself off of the couch, lazily grabbing the bottle of whiskey as he begins walking out of the living room towards his bedroom.
He can already hear your feet stepping forward on the wooden floor, so he braces himself for what he knows whatâs coming next.
âYouâre more than welcome to stay! I know itâs corny but the show is actually very entertainingâ you giggle out softly as you offer yours and Wadeâs tradition to Logan as well.
âIâm good sweetheartâ he mumbles out without even turning around, raising his hand up as he gives you a back handed wave, rounding the corner to his bedroom. âWas nice meeting youâ he makes out before slamming his door shut, the noise making you flinch.
You frown softly as you turn to face Wade. âWas it something I said?â You whisper out, worried you might have offended the man
Wade rolls his eyes at his roommates reaction, turning towards you as he extends his hand out, his palm going nearly rigid as he gives you a stiff pat to the head. âWe canât all be as excited about life as you are, angel. Life sucked the fun out of that one before you probably learned how to driveâ he sighed out before he pulled you over to the couch.
âNow! If I donât have Lisa Vanderpump meddling in the love lives of her alcoholic lounge employees in the next five seconds I am going to blow this entire complex up. Letâs get to it sugar plumâ he nodded to himself as he forces you down into the couch, grabbing his remote and getting right down to the festivities of that fine Friday night.
You however, had a particularly harder time than usual paying attention to the shitty reality tv show that you and Wade bonded over, and there was only one person to blame.
Logan.
Logan is shocked to be the only one awake the next morning.
His head is pounding from all the whiskey he drank, and he knew heâd be nursing quite the hangover from it all. What he didnât know however, was that Wade would be slumped in his bed much longer from a night with you than he was.
Heâs alone in the kitchen for maybe two hours when Wade finally emerges from his bedroom, a long drawn out groan following as he massages his temples, eyes screwed tight due to the bright sun spilling in.
âJesus fucking ChristâŠ.canât anyone afford some fucking curtains here? I feel like Iâm staring into Satanâs assholeâ He groans out, eyes finally opening to watch the mountain of a man standing over a bowl of cereal in the kitchen.
âWhy hello there sunshine, did the whiskey bottle tug you out of bed early this morning? Youâre almost never conscious while the sun is still upâ Logan rolls his eyes at his roommates words, bringing the bowl to his lips and slurping up the rest of the milk before he put the empty bowl into the sink behind him, large hand going down to wrap around his coffee mug.
âLook whoâs talkinââŠ.you and your friend seemed to have just as much fun as I didâ he sighs out, voice gravely and rough.
Wade smiles brightly as he nods, making his way into the kitchen as he lets out a happy sigh. âA (y/n) hangover would bring you to your knees grandpaâŠ.although I have the feeling you might not be too opposed to that with how your filthy eyes were eating her upâŠ.shes cute isnât she? Single too. If Vanessa hadnât swept me off my feet and stolen my heart I would have been ten toes deep into her by nowâ Wade rambles out as he searches the pantry for something to fill his stomach with.
Logan isnât shocked to hear that youâre single, and in the best way possible of course. You were very very attractive, however the way that you looked at him let him know everything he needed to know about you.
âI donât think I asked. Sheâs not my typeâ Logan sighs out softly before taking a sip of his coffee.
That wasnât true at all, not entirely at least. Logan found you attractive from the moment he laid eyes on you. Only an idiot could look at you and try to convince themselves that you werenât a beautiful girl. However, Logan knew what kind of girl you were. You were a young girl who probably had some sort of fantasy to fuck a âdilfâ (as Wade called them) and youâd bat your pretty lashes and pout your lips to get Logan to melt for you, but that was only the half of it. You only wanted to fuck him, to have someone experienced work on your body just to leave and venture out on your own once you were done with him.
Logan was old and miserable and hard to deal with, all things that he was very aware of. Being with him was not a fucking cake walk, and he knew that those twinkles in your eyes when you saw him were all driven by raging hormones that would dissipate once you realized how much of a piece of shit he was.
Logan was too old for this, and he was too old for you.
âNot your type? Of course sheâs your type! Sheâs everyoneâs type. Thatâs like saying BeyoncĂ© isnât your type and I will not allow you to disrespect the queenâŠthe bee hive is fucking scaringâ Wade practically whimpered out before he let out a groan.
âIs it the age gap? Because if it is, they sell pills for that sweetie. Itâs a normal part of life that we all go through! Thereâs nothing to be ashamed of and Iâm sure she would understand-â Wadeâs words are cut off by Logan lifting up his hand, the sharp sound of his claws shooting through his knuckles filling the air, making Wade yelp and flinch.
âKeep talking and I swear to god I will cut your dick off every single day so that you donât even get the chance to use those pillsâ Logan practically growls out.
âRelax! Jesus Christ you are violent. Iâm starting to rethink giving you my spare room assholeâ Wade breaths out before he sighs, lifting his hands up in defense before he speaks again.
âLookâŠall Iâm saying, is that a bit of a crush is starting to brew, and sheâs a sweet girl! I know for a fact that baby making factory is filled with dust and fucking cobwebs, donât you think itâs time to get those gears runninâ again?â Wade rolls his arm like a train as he puts on his best southern accent, which only further annoys Logan.
âShe doesnât even know me. Sheâll get over itâ Logan nods confidently, ignoring every word that leaves Wadeâs mouth as he finishes his coffee, putting it in the sink where he put his cereal bowl earlier.
Wade groans in annoyance. âI am being such a good wing man right now, hooking you up with her? Most peopleâs friends hook them up with Freddy fucking Krueger and they still end up getting married. Iâm giving you a real life fairy from a fucking Barbie movie and youâre turning her down??â Wade practically pleads with the man as he watches him starting to leave the kitchen.
âHook her up with someone else. Iâll be back laterâ Logan groans out, not at all wanting to continue this conversation with his roommate any longer.
âYeah fuck you too grandpa. I hope you get hit by a fucking bus on your way outâ Wade groans out as he shovels a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, the man clearly taking offense to Logan not wanting to get to know you better.
âWeâll see if she lets you off this easyâŠâ Wade mumbled under his breath, a soft smirk on his face.
Wade knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you were a whole different ball field of sweetness that Logan was most definitely not ready to handle.
And sweet you were.
By the end of the week, Logan was honestly starting to forget about you and the small cyclone youâd set off in his head ever since heâd seen you that night. He was busy with things around the neighborhood and trying his best to get used to the new world that he was living in. His plate was full and he had no time to think about the silly girl that lived next door to him.
However you didnât let him forget for much longer.
Because come Friday night, your knuckle is rapping against the door like clock work, interrupting Loganâs alone time in the same way you had the week prior. Itâs a silent gesture that it is his cue to leave and give you and Wade the living room for the night.
Logan just about catches a glimpse of you when Wade opens the door, and he notices very quickly how different you look from last time.
Last time, youâd opted for a pretty casual look. Wade had mentioned that you worked at a bar in the city, so he could only assume you came straight from there. Your denim shorts were cute, fit your ass well and he was sure you got many tips from those alone, and your purple halter top went well with your skin tone, but it was nothing fancy or out of the ordinary, just simply a girl in some clothes.
Now? Now you were putting in some effort.
The linen white dress you wore fit you snug at your middle, pushing out your tits a bit, hugging you in all the right places before falling down and flowing out right above your knees. You even went as far as to wear a bit of makeup, your eyelids sparkling a bit, lips glossy.
Youâd put in all that effort, just for him.
âJesus ChristâŠâ Logan mumbled under his breath in disbelief, hating that youâd gone this far for him.
âAre you kidding me! I get your sweaty work clothes and he gets this?? You know he takes the animal thing seriously right? Pees to mark his territory and everything. I am much more pleasant, I promiseâ Wade complains as he leads you into the apartment, eyes falling down to the small container of cookies in your arms.
âAre theseâŠ.fuck off. I have been begging you for weeks, and suddenly Jacob from twilight moves in and youâre making them??â Wade gasps out, face slowly turning up to look over at Logan as you giggle softly.
âI made them when you first moved in so I wanted to do the same for LoganâŠI hope you have a sweet tooth?â You questioned carefully, giving Logan a shy smile as you outstretch your arms to hand the cookies to him.
Wade is watching Logan like heâs your fucking guard dog, ready to pounce on the man the second he even tries to say something mean to an angelic soul like you.
It makes Logan sigh softly, eyes drifting down to the cookies before looking back up at you. âMy doctor said Iâm not allowedâ he lies before bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips, acting as the biggest contradiction as he finishes the remnants of it before he picks up the bottle and turns around to leave.
âDonât make any noise. Iâm going to bedâ he mumbles out once more before he slams his bedroom door much like he did the first time you arrived.
Wade groaned as he brought his hands up to pinch the bridge of his nose, quickly reaching out and placing a hand on your soft, exposed shoulder.
âThank god. I was getting worried I wouldnât have all of these to myself. Come on, Tom Sandoval doesnât wait for anybodyâ he nods his head towards the tv, urging you to sit with him and distract you from how utterly stupid that lie was that Logan spit at you without a second thought.
Wade sighs as he notices the soft pout on your face, your fingers nervously toying with the ends of your dress as you struggle to relax, your head probably overflowing with every reason why Logan would hate you. He reaches out, tugging you closer to rest your head against his shoulder.
âHey, heâs just a tough one to crack. Heâll come around soon peanut, I promiseâ he assured you before he shoved his hand into the bowl of cookies, pressing one to your lips.
âNow, say ahh. You deserve to eat one after all the hard work you did, little Betty Crockerâ he teases you, making you giggle softly as you shoo his hand away before taking the cookie to eat yourself, finally relaxing into the couch as you let out a gentle sigh.
Logan really hoped that it would stop there, but it doesnât.
He knows you arenât stupid, everyone on the entire planet knows that the Wolverine doesnât go to the fucking doctor. He could drink battery acid if he wanted to and heâd be fine, so him using the excuse of his doctor telling him he couldnât eat sugar to not eat your food was a crock of shit, but he did it for two reasons.
One, because he didnât want to have to accept anything from you, it would only had fuel to a fire that Logan knew he couldnât put out once burnt too brightly. Two, was to kill any glamorizations you had for being with someone of his age. He was an old man, despite being a fucking killing machine, he was an old man. All he wanted to do was drink, smoke, fight a bit when the time called for it, and sleep, and he really could not fit a little girlfriend into that schedule, nor could he rob you of what you wanted and deserved with someone your own age instead of him.
Logan was starting to come to the conclusion that you probably werenât as smart as he thought you were.
Because unfortunately, you donât stop there.
For about an entire month, the weeks are filled with you constantly knocking on the door. It slowly goes from you bringing treats on your Friday nights with Logan, to you popping up on various days thought out the week instead.
Logan quickly learns that your love language is food, and you show that by constantly trying to feed him.
First it was the cookies, then you were knocking on his door way too early in the morning, beaming with a bright smile as you shoved a container of breakfast sandwiches into his naked chest.
âThese are for you! I made enough for both you and Wadeâ you smile brightly, plump bottom lip tugged beneath your teeth as you give him a wave before he can deny the food or give it back.
After that, you were dropping off lunch for him. He wasnât entirely sure how you were doing it, but you managed to always knock whenever Wade wasnât around, most likely because the two of you were so close you had Wadeâs schedule practically memorized, which meant that you were forcing Logan to interact with you whether he liked it or not.
âIâm off to work and I made too much! I hope you like spaghettiâ you giggle softly before giving him another one of your signature waves, skipping off down the hallway to leave for work, once again leaving Logan dumbfounded as he stares down at the Tupperware of warm food in his hands.
It was getting to the point where you were practically keeping both him and Wade fed almost completely, rarely failing to share the food youâd made for yourself with them, and always sprinkling in some of your freshly baked pastries and desserts throughout all of that.
The worst part about it? Logan isnât sure heâs ever had anything so tasty in his entire life.
You seriously knew what the hell you were doing behind a stove or at the oven, and it almost pissed Logan off to admit how much he appreciated the literal meal plan youâd set up for him.
As much as he likes it though, Logan could see exactly what accepting all of this was doing.
He saw it in the way that youâd linger longer and longer every time you dropped something off. What was once a shy little smile and a quick goodbye had now turned into you going into lengthy rants about work or the latest recipe you were stuck on, which Logan found himself always sticking around and listening to despite the fact that he rarely spoke.
That alone made your eyes twinkle, and he could hear how quickly it made your heart beat every time he leaned against the opposite side of the door from you, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he prepared himself for the words that would come out of your mouth on that day.
Logan gave an inch, and you took a mile, and that was the problem. Any attention he gave, he knew youâd take to the extreme, looking far too deep into the details of him being slightly less of an asshole that he usually was.
And on a night where Logan was laying in his bed, his mind replaying the countless times youâd stood at his door to give him food, using it all as an excuse to talk to him for a few minutes and get his attention on you, he knew it was time to cut you down from the root, and stop any dreams you had of the two of them ever amounting to anything more than next door neighbors.
He knew youâd be back eventually, it was only a matter of time until you were back with your latest meal for him. He found himself reciting what heâd say to you over and over again, cementing it into his brain as he pressed his palms against the island top one morning, eyes staring off into space as he mindlessly grabbed his coffee and took a sip.
knock knock knock!
The sound is familiar and it practically haunts Logan in his fucking dreams, the soft sound of your fists rapping against the door. He sighs softly because he knows youâre behind it, big bright smile on your face as you hold god knows what in your hands to gift to him.
âMorning Logan!â You beam, bright eyed and bushy tailed as you give him a small wave before you look down at the container before stretching your arms out to hand to him.
âYou seemed interested last time I mentioned that breakfast quesadilla recipe I was working onâŠand I think I got it!â Youâre so excited, and Logan lets out a soft sigh as he eyes you carefully before he pushes his hand gently against the container so that itâs back against your chest.
âIâŠlook kidâŠ.I donâtâŠâ his words trail off, feeling bad as you simply stare up at him with those big eyes and that happy smile, looking at him as if heâs the only person you want to see right now, waiting for him to say whatever it is he canât do.
âYouâve gotta stop thisâ he tries to reason with you, his forearm pressed against the top of the door as he stares down at you.
You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him, shaking your head a bit as your voice goes low. âIâŠ.what?â Your voice trembles a bit, because you know whatâs happening, youâve been here before. Youâve gotten yourself into this same fucked up mess of liking someone so much that you couldnât even see that they didnât like you back, going on a power trip of showering them with so much affection that you didnât even realize theyâd been trying to stop you from the very beginning.
It was happening again.
Logan knows that he canât let you down easy. Youâre too sweet, too understanding, and he knows that if he isnât blunt with you, giving you the harsh truth, that youâll just feed into the nice things that he says rather than looking at the bigger picture.
So he sighs, looking over your head for a moment before he finally looks back down at you.
âYouâre justâŠyouâre not my kind of girl, alright? Someone like you, could never be with someone like me and that just is the way it isâŠ.so quit it with the food deliveries, alright?â Heâs stern, speaking to you like a child who refuses to listen, voice growing louder and rougher as he towers over you.
âThereâs nothing you can make for me or do for me that will make me want youâ He adds salt to the wound with that one, wanting his words to get through to you loud and clear
Logan knows itâs already coming, those big eyes filling with tears that make your eyes shimmer like swimming pools, mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find the words to respond with before you give a slight nod, quickly looking away once the tears spill out into your cheeks, your hands coming up to wipe them away roughly.
âIâŠfuckâŠIâm sorry..â is all you say before you quickly rush away from the door, mortified as you open your own apartment door and slam it behind you, the sound making Logan groan softly before he closes his own door.
Of course you apologized. Here he was, crushing your dreams for his own sake and you fucking apologized. It only further cemented how wrong you and him were if he were to ever give you a chance, you were too good, too nice, and Logan could only hope that you found someone else who could give you what you wanted and what you deserved.
As for him? He wanted to focus on the relief heâd soon feel settle in now that he didnât have to face you every other day anymore. He could only hope that you little stunts would come to a halt after all of this.
Logan doesnât really have to hope for you to not come around, because he doesnât see you for a long time after that.
At first he assumed it would just be a day or two until you were back for Wade, the two of you never going long without at least chatting in the hallway for a quick recap of your day or your week, however itâs the end of the week and neither Logan nor Wade have heard from you at all.
There are no knocks at the door, no more pastries or yummy meals with your name written all over them, itâs almost as if you donât even live in the same complex anymore.
And when that Friday rolls around and you never show up either? Logan knows heâs fucked up.
Logan is thankful that Wade isnât too freaked out over you being absent that week, seeing as heâd explain that this wasnât entirely out of the ordinary for you. Although Logan knew what it was that pushed you away from the apartment, he was more than willing to let Wade believe work had drained you a bit more than usual that week, pulling you away from him.
By the third week though? Wade is pissed.
Itâs Friday night, and heâs pacing the living room in front of Logan, his arms crossed as he shakes his head.
âI donât get it! Sheâs only ever gone two weeks without coming by and thatâs because she had a cold, and she told me! I havenât heard from her in so long, I feel like Iâm a fucking military wife waiting for her husband to write her back!â Wade whined out, desperate for an answer behind your disappearance.
Logan couldnât even look at Wade, guilt eating away at him as his fingers wrapped around the ice beer bottle in his hand, simply letting the man walk around searching for answers when the reason behind his friends absence was sitting right in front of him.
âFuck this. If she wants to stop being my friend sheâs going to have to man the fuck up and tell me herself. Im going over there myselfâ he huffs out in annoyance, moving towards the front door.
Logan is on his feet before Wade can make it any further, stepping between him and the door as he shakes his head.
He knew that what happened needed to come from him, not you.
âSlow downâŠIâŠI know why sheâs not coming around anymoreâ Logan makes out slowly, his words makes Wade raise his eyebrows.
âAnymore? What the fuck did you do, kill her or something??â Wadeâs eyes are wide, and it makes Logan roll his eyes at the dramatics before he shoves him over towards the couch.
âGo sit downâ he orders before he follows behind, singing softly as he sits next to Wade, avoiding his eyes as he speaks.
âShe was coming around a lot and IâŠI didnât want her getting the wrong idea soâŠI justâŠI told her she needed to stopâ Logan shrugged nonchalantly as he gave a horrible retelling of what happened between the two of you.
Wade on the other hand, knew you very well, and he knew that you were probably the most understanding person on the entire fucking planet, so Logan had to probably say some fucked up shit to make you avoid them like the fucking plague, so bad that he probably made you-
âYou fucking idiot. You made her cry, didnât youâ Wade visibly gets angry when he comes to this conclusion, making Logan snap his head in his direction quickly because how the fuck did he come to that conclusion so quickly?
âIâŠso you did talk to her?â Logan questions carefully, his words making Wade groan loudly as he stands up, pressing his face in his hands.
âYou areâŠ.oh my god you are probably the dumbest person I have ever fucking met. Charles Xavier would be very ashamed of this behavior Logan!â Wade practically sobbed before he shook his head once again.
âYou do realize sheâs just a girl, right? Sheâs not some villainous asshole trying to do experiments on you or something. A simple âIâm not interestedâ would have sufficedâ Wade groans out in annoyance before he walks back towards the door.
âI am going to try and save one of the only friendships I have, and leave you here to think about how you are going to save ours, because after this stunt I am not sure I will ever let you touch me againâ he huffs out softly before whipping his head away from him in disgust before he swings the door open, slams it shut and leaves to your apartment, leaving Logan there by himself.
Wadeâs words echo in his head, making him realize that you really are just a girl, a girl who had an innocent crush that he brutally stepped on and smashed into a thousand little pieces when he could have easily told you he wasnât interested in you.
Logan hated it, but he felt guilty.
Heâs happy to hear that you and Wade were able to mend things together, the two of you opting to spend weekends in your home rather than his from now on, leaving Logan to the peace and quiet that heâd always wanted.
Although, it isnât what he wanted, it isnât what he wanted at all because he finds that heâs missing something. Heâs missing the smell of your cookies or cinnamon rolls or whatever the fuck it is that you bring over, heâs missing the sound of yours and Wadeâs laugh across the way as he tries to sleep, and he especially misses the little front door chats you and him would share whenever you stopped by for him.
Because over the course of the time that heâd lived there, heâd see you at least once every week, your bright smile filling his days and making him feel warm inside.
But now the last memory he had of you was you crying in front of him before running away.
Logan tries to drown out those annoying thoughts as he usually does, with alcohol. He comes home drunk on a Saturday night, stumbling in through the front door as he tugs off his leather jacket, kicks off his boots and stumbles into his bedroom to fall face first into his bed.
Heâs able to forget about you for a bit, annoyed that your pretty face had been plaguing him for days on end. Right now he just wants to sleep and enjoy the warm floaty feeling that comes with a good cup of-
âOh my godâ Logan makes out the faint sound of your voice through the thin walls of the apartment.
He realized the first night heâd moved in that his bedroom was adjacent to yours when he was going to sleep and he could hear you shuffling about your bedroom.
Every night heâd hear little things, sometimes heâd hear the small sound of your music while you got ready, or heâd hear you giggling softly to someone as you spoke to them on the phone, heâd even heard a loud thud followed by an annoyed groan from you, which he could only assume was you stubbing your toe or running into something.
Logan had heard you a lot, and while most times he was too drunk or tired to ignore it, the sounds he was hearing now wereâŠ.they were foreign for you. Heâd never heard your voice pitched that way, high and whinyâŠhe wondered if you were okay, were you crying?
âFuckâŠfuck!â
There it was again.
It had Logan frowning as he turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he squinted a bit, straining to hear more of what was going on.
âThatâs it babyâŠso good for meâŠâ another voice groaned out, muffled and lower, too deep to have been your own. That, paired with a slow rhythmic thumping, and Logan wasnât confused anymore.
You were getting fucked.
Logan tried very hard not to think about you this way, splayed out on a bed in front of him, eyes red and glossy as you beg for him to give you more, needy for any sort of attention that he'd give you. He knew that you were something he couldn't feed into...
Because he knew he'd like it too much.
Yet here you were, moaning so pretty for another fucking man with a bit of dry wall separating the two of you, and it was making Logan's head spin.
His chest swelled with different emotions, anger, annoyance, jealousy, envy.....
Lust
You sounded so fucking pretty, and as much as he hated that it was someone else making you feel that way, subjecting him to a fucking audio porno, he couldn't deny the tent that was growing in his jeans.
Logan groaned softly as he propped himself up, eyes low as he stared down at his throbbing cock through his jeans, begging to be touched, begging to take the place of the idiot that was in your bed making you moan like that.
Another loud moan rumbled through the walls, making Logan's eyes flutter shut and roll to the back of his head as he took in your noises.
He wondered how you'd sound for him, what you would say, if you would beg for him. God, you probably sounded so fucking good when you begged, so pretty, so fucking sweet for him. You were so eager for him, so eager to please, there was no doubt in Logan's mind that you would be the perfect girl for him.
You were practically begging him for it the weeks prior.
His hand made its way to his jeans, undoing his belt and popping them open before tugging his cock out, hissing softly as he laid back, head resting against the pillow as his fist wrapped around his length, slowly working on his sensitive skin as he let his mind travel to more thoughts of you as your moans sang him the symphony that matched perfectly with it.
His fist moved up and down over his length, spreading his precum as he thought about what you'd taste like, how you'd feel pressed against his tongue while he did just this. He imagined you'd taste perfect, the best pussy he's ever had if you'd ever let him.
Another string of moans makes its way into his bedroom, and it has him bucking his hands up into his fists, growing closer as he chases his orgasm to the sound of your voice.
Logan felt like a fucking pervert, stroking his cock while you were getting fucked by someone else right next door. That could have easily been him had he not fucked things up with you royally, he thought.
"Im gonna cum..." you mewl out, Logan can practically hear the pathetic little pout on your lips as you announce it, and he can't stop himself from groaning out softly as he bites back a moan in fears that you'll hear him too.
"Me too baby..." He growls out between gritted teeth.
He's fucking his hand at this point, the sounds of your moans and visions of you under him driving him closer to where he needed to go, he finally cums when he hears you moan loudly, knowing that was it. Thick ribbons of his pearly cum fly out of him, making the man sigh softly as he slowly rides out his orgasm with a few strong strokes from his hand.
Logan is old and gross and truly can't be bothered with the clean up, so he opts to grab a nearby t shirt and clean himself off before he tugs his jeans off, tosses them into the corner with the rest of his clothes and turns onto his side, pulling his pillow over his ears in fears of you and that jackass going another round while he sleeps.
He wants to sleep before embarrassment can take over, because he knows what he's done is beneath pathetic. He would much rather deal with it all in the morning.
Because despite how embarrassed he feels, he needs to orchestrate some sort of plan to speak to you.
Logan knew that getting you to talk to him was not going to be an easy feat. You ran from him any time you two ended up in the hallway together, and you made it a point to never be in the same place with him for two long.
So he had to be smart with this, and he needed a full proof way to get you to speak for him for more than a few seconds.
He figured trying to convince you as himself was a lost cause, there was no way you would even give him the time of day to ask for a bottle of water let alone talk to you about his feelings.
However, you would most definitely listen to him if he were Wade.
Now, Wade most definitely would not do this for Logan. There was no way in hell Wade would risk your feelings for that, he was way too protective over you for that. He was weary of Logan when it came to you now, and rarely brought you up unless Logan asked....
Which he did quite a bit now.
He was able to snag Wade's phone while he was taking a shower, getting ready for one of his little dates with Vanessa (they were going to meet up at a bar and then fuck the entire weekend).
Logan had limited time, because Wade was already on Rewrite the Stars off The Greatest Showman soundtrack, so he had to work fast.
He stood outside of the bathroom with the door cracked to swiftly put the phone back when he was done, the man groaning in annoyance as he clicked through Wade's endless screens of stupid games with clickbait-y ads that are designed to lure children in to find his messages.
When he finally finds them, he's quick to click the icon with a picture of you and Wade and the contact name angel baby.
Logan knew he had to put on his best Wade impression for this, so he inhales deeply before his fingers slowly tap across the screen.
me: Hey baby cakes! Wolvie's gone for the night, vanderpump at mine? Like old times?
angel baby: Hi! You sure? I don't mind doing it here!
me: I have wayyyy better drinks here. See you soon!
angel baby: fineee I'll be there after work
Logan lets out a breath he was holding for what felt like forever before he quickly slips Wade's phone back into the bathroom on the sink counter, closing the door slowly before rushing out of there to make himself seem as casual as possible.
Wade is out about twenty minutes later, a clear pep in his step. It makes Logan chuckle softly, bringing his beer to his lips as he nods towards his roommate. "Hot date tonight huh?" Logan hums out.
Wade hums softly as he nods, biting his bottom lip as he gives Logan an excited smile. "You bet I do. I am getting laid tonight buddy, I refuse to be the roommates that everyone thinks fuck...unless" his words trail off as he gives Logan a look, wiggling his eyebrows (or lack there of) as he opens his hands and gives him a little spin, shaking his ass at the end.
Logan chuckles as he puts a hand up. "Im good" He refuses before taking another sip of his beer, watching as Wade reaches down to grab a shot glass and a bottle of tequila, pouring some out for himself as he throws it back. "Liquid courage how I love you...its your loss man. I'll go give myself to a woman who actually knows how to fuck" He nods to himself before pouring out another shot, throwing it back and giving Logan a wave as he makes his way to the front door.
"See ya Monday Wolvie!" He chirps out as he leaves with a peace sign, his antics making Logan chuckle softly as his eyes drift over to the bottle off tequila.
He could use some of that with having to face you.
Logan sighs as he gets up, pouring himself a shot and throwing it back before he pours one more and throws that back before he tosses the bottle back into its reserved cupboard, moving to the couch to wait for your inevitable arrival.
knock knock knock!
It comes almost an hour later, the sound making Logans heart seize up, recognizing the familiar knock as if it were his own fucking heartbeat. He inhales deeply, stopping by a nearby mirror and checking himself out before he exhales deeply, moving to open the door.
"I'm a little late! I had to stop at the store to get the proper necessities-" Your words are cut off when you finally look up to see Logan instead of Wade, your face dropping as your mouth hangs open for a moment.
Logan want's to die just from that look in your eyes because you look fucking terrified, you even go as far as taking a step back as you give a nervous laugh.
"Oh...sorry Logan..is umm...is Wade around? He told me to come over..." You quickly explain, quickly fearing that the man will have more mean words for you for knocking on his door again.
It breaks Logan's heart because you don't have that twinkle in your eye anymore, nor do you have that excited smile on your pretty face when you see him and it makes him feel sick to his stomach.
"No he actually just left, you just missed him" He explains with a shrug and a soft apologetic smile.
You clear your throat awkwardly as you nod slowly. "Uhh...No worries! He probably had something to do....could you maybe tell him I was here when you see him? Sorry for bothering you" You mumble out before giving him a tightlipped smile and an awkward wave before you sigh, turning to leave at that.
Bothering him? God, he had really fucked up, hadn't he?
"Wait!" Logan calls out, stepping out into the hallway to catch you before you've made it into your own apartment.
You turn to face him, raising your eyebrows at the man. He groans softly as he stares at you for a moment before he looks back into the apartment, inhaling deeply as he remembered Wade's words
She's just a girl.
"I don't uh...know much about that Vanderpump thing but...I'm not busy, if you wanted someone to watch with tonight?" He sighs out sheepishly, giving you a small smile.
You stare at him for a moment, a soft frown on your lips as you clutch your snacks closer to your chest, using them as somewhat of a shield for your poor heart. You couldn't trust Logan, and you weren't sure if your heart could take anymore of the mean things that he said to you.
"You don't have to pity me or anything....I'm not a child, Logan" You explain to him, voice small and quiet as your frown deepens, your hand coming down to grip your door knob as you let out another sigh.
"Have a goodnight..." You try your best to end it, and it makes Logan groan softly as he quickly rushes towards you, putting his large hand over yours on the doorknob, stopping you from opening it further.
The sudden closeness makes your eyes widen, staring up at the man as his large hand squeezes over yours, the feeling making your heart flutter with excitement.
âIâŠ.pleaseâŠ.let me makeup for being such a dick the last time we spokeâŠyou deserve itâ he nodded, eyes staring deeply into yours as he gives your hand one more squeeze.
You swallow nervously as you stare up at him, hating how warm you feel with him being so close, especially after he was so fucking mean to you all those weeks ago.
You sigh softly before your hand slowly falls from your doorknob, giving Logan a small nod.
âYeahâŠ.okayâ you agree with him before you look over to the opened door of his apartment, giving the man a small smile.
âLead the way Wolvieâ you tease him gently, the sound of your playful voice making Logan chuckle softly with you as he sighs in relief, leading you back to his apartment.
Logan can kiss his lucky stars over the fact that you actually agreed to coming back to the apartment with him. Wade was right when he said youâre the must understanding person on the planet.
He finds it hard to focus on the show when youâre this close to him, head resting against the back of the couch as you babysit a bag of sour patch, giggling softly whenever one of the insufferable Los Angeles characters complain about their boyfriend of their girlfriend cheating on them with someone else in their friend group.
Itâs hard to focus when youâre this close to him, because heâs never been with you this way before.
You had been on Loganâs mind almost 24/7 since he first met you, and now that he had you with him alone, he didnât know how to talk to you or how to interact with you. He felt nervous that he would open his mouth and say something stupid.
To sum it up, he was almost 200 years old yet a 20 something year old girl knew how to communicate her feelings better than he did.
You hum softly as you finally look up at him, pouting softly at how stiff the man looked in your presence. "You alright Logan? We can watch something else if you want" You hum out softly as you move to sit criss crossed on the couch, turning your body to face his.
Logan shakes his head as he reaches for the remote, knowing that he would not be able to focus with the sound of three Californian girls fighting over a man named Todd. "Let's talk for a bit....I wanna get to know you more" Logan sighed out softly as he turned to face you a bit more as well, watching as your face beams with excitement over his interest in you.
"Im an open book....what do you wanna know?" You open up as you take a sip of your beer, giving Logan a soft smile.
That was all it really took for you and Logan to actually hit it off, the mans anxiety melting away at the thought of talking to you once he realized how easy going you were. He was able to learn so much about you within the hours that you and him spoke, and before he knew it, it was almost 2 in the morning and you two had been talking since around 9.
"College sucks...Im literally either there or at the bar....its why I find nights with Wade so important" You sighed softly as you explained, your face falling as you pouted a bit.
Logan smiled fondly at you, the many easily seeing how you wore your feelings on your face, you were so expressive, so clear with how you were feeling and open with your emotions.
You truly were an open book.
Logan licked his lips as he brought his beer to his lips, taking a sip as he watched you carefully. Something burned inside of him. something that desperately wanted to grill you about what it was he heard that night through the wall, who it was you were with, if you were still seeing him or not.
"Yeah? Any time for dating then?" He hums out, pink tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips as he settles back into the couch. One of his legs were trapped along the couch, caging you in as the other rested on the floor, knee bent as his hand rested on it, legs spread right in front of you.
His question catches you off guard, eyes widening a bit as you try to register if he's asked the question that you think he asked, and if he is, does he mean it in a friendly way?
He has to, right? A man doesn't tell you that he doesn't want you just to grill you about your love life.
You inhale deeply as you try to find the right words to say, wondering how deep you should get into the current state of your love life.
You give Logan a shrug as you take a sip of your beer. "I try....my love life is in shambles though....I truly can't remember the last time I had a decent date" You frown, your words honest as you scrunch your nose in disgust as you think back to the horrible men you've dated.
Logan raises his eyebrows in disbelief at your words before he nods slowly, taking a sip of his drink before he sighs. "Mm...the things I heard through the walls would beg to differ Princess" Logan shoots back without a second thought.
Your eyes widen as you think back to a few nights ago, throwing your head back as you find yourself cringing in embarrassment over the fact that Logan had fucking heard you.
"You heard that? Logan oh my god that is....that is so disgusting on my end I am so sorry, I promise it won't happen again" You ramble, making a mental note to never fuck in your bedroom again as long as Logan was living across from you.
You were going to be having shower sex only.
Logan chuckles softly as he shakes his head, holding his hands up in defense before he speaks. "Oh no need, you sounded like you were having quite the time....don't stop on my account" He smirks at you.
Knowing that you had not the slightest inkling that he was stroking his cock to the very sound of you getting fucked.
You groan softly as you take a healthy swig of your drink, Logan watching closely before he hums out once more.
"New boyfriend?" he questions again, eyes growing darker as he uses the conversation as a gateway into more important things.
You scoff softly as you shake your head. "God no....he's just a guy from my psych class....we met at a party and he took me home and...im sure I can spare you the gory details" You giggle softly before you sigh, moving to rest your head against the back of the couch as you watch the man across from you.
Logan nods slowly, bottom lip tugged beneath his teeth as he listens to you before he speaks.
"Just a guy hum....interesting" Logan nods slowly as he tosses back the rest of his beer before he sets the empty bottle down on the coffee table in front of the both of you, strong hands resting along his denim clad thighs, eyes never leaving yours.
"Forgot about me already baby?" he drawls out, voice low and gruff, dripping with lust as he watches you closely for your reaction.
His tone and words make you perk up, breath hitching in your throat as you face the man completely. His words shoot straight down to your core, making you swallow back a whine as you stare at him with a dumfounded expression.
"I....Logan..." You sigh out softly, your hands resting on your knees and balling into fists as you physically try to stop yourself from doing something you knew you couldn't do.
Logan chuckles softly as he shrugs. "It's true....you forgot all about me princess....it's okay though, I deserve it don't I?" he questions, watching as you silently watch him from across the couch.
When you don't answer, he's quick to pull it out of you. "Answer me baby" His demand makes you flinch softly and you quickly nod before you respond.
"Yeah...you did deserve it..." You agree with him.
Logan nods with you, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches you. "I did...was so mean to you and you were just being the sweetest thing to me..." He hums softly, watching as you slowly grow softer for him with every word he spoke.
"It's alright baby....did he at least make you cum? I heard you, you know....when you said you were there? sounded so pretty...." He groans softly, a prominent tent forming in his jeans at the mere thought of your moans.
He's shocked when he hears a tiny one leave your lips, your eyes shooting down to his growing cock. It makes him smirk softly, pride filling his chest as he moves his hand down to palm himself before he nods at you.
"Eyes up here baby...thats it..." He nods slowly when he finally has his eyes back on yours.
"Now...answer my question" He urges you once more, his voice deliciously low and gravely, the sound making you squirm in your spot on the couch.
You inhale deeply before you shake your head. "I faked it..." You mumble under your breath, fighting the embarrassment that threatened to creep up your spine.
Logan felt like he had died and gone to heaven.
Because not only were you here with him, but that idiot that got the chance to be with you couldn't even make you cum properly...which only left more room for him to come in and do the job properly.
"You poor thing....I was afraid of that..." He groaned softly before he pat his hand along his lap, calling you over to him.
"C'mere peach...let daddy show you how a real man is supposed to make you feel..." He hummed out softly.
It was all you needed to come crawling over to him like a bitch in heat.
You moaned softly once you were settled down in his lap, either one of your plush thighs straddling his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you stared down at him with needy eyes, bottom lip tugged between your teeth.
Logan groaned softly, strong hands coming down to grip your waist, tugging you closer as he leaned in, pressing his nose against your collar bone and growling at how fucking good you smelled.
"Atta girl....go on then baby, give daddy a kiss..." He ordered once more.
You wasted no time in pressing your lips to his, moaning softly into his mouth as you tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.
You're so...fucking sweet, and sugary, and the dulcet sounds of your moans drives Logan absolutely insane, the older man gripping your waist tightly as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, tainting you for anyone who ever dares to kiss you after he has.
Logan groans into the kiss when he feels you rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your pussy against his bulge.
"Needy huh? Want daddy to help you baby? Yeah?" He groans out, your forehead resting against his as you nod, breathing heavily as you continue grinding down onto his bulge.
Logan chuckles softly as he nods, his hand going around your middle before he flips you around, tugging you down so that your back is pressed against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as he hums softly.
His hands trail down your body slowly, the little top you have on has a tie at the front, one that if Logan so much as flicks, will come undone. It makes him smirk softly as he takes one of the strings between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at it slowly until your boobs bounce free, making him hiss softly.
"Fuck, look at that....such a pretty girl...." His hands look so rough along your soft skin, calloused fingers running along either one of your tits, cupping and massaging them delicately before he brings your nipples into his finger, twisting them slightly before he goes back to cupping them all over again.
You're so sensitive, so responsive to his touch. Your hand goes up to cup your hand over his thats working on your boobs, your hips bucking up into nothing as your other hand goes up and around Logan to hold onto his head.
"Logan...please..." You moan softly, your words making Logan smirk softly as he nods, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
"Im here baby....just enjoying all of you first" He explains before his hands go down your body.
Soon enough, he's unbuttoning your denim jeans, one of his hands coming up to raise your hips as he tugs them off your legs with your panties in one swift move before tossing them somewhere else in the living room.
Logan lets out a low gasp when his neck cranes down against your shoulder to look down at the mess between your legs, his strong hands creeping down to where you need him the most, your own hands pressing against his thigh.
"Fuck princess....so wet already....all this for me?" He hums out softly.
Either of his hands go down between your legs, pressing right against either one of your lips as he massages you softly, the feeling making your eyes roll back as your head falls against Logan's shoulder.
He smirks softly, his head coming down to attach his lips to your neck as one of his hands comes up to hold your hips down, pressing you flush against his body whilst the other starts rubbing your clit slowly.
"Such a good girl...letting daddy apologize for being so mean...thats it baby...fuck...thats it...." He urges you on further as his skilled fingers slowly works on your clit, your moans like music to his ears as he gives you exactly what you needed.
"Daddy...im....fuck....don't stop" You whine softly, gripping his wrist as he continues playing with your pussy, the feeling making your eyes roll. You're damn near drooling and all the man is doing is rubbing your clit for you.
It makes Logan chuckle softly, his fingers speeding up as his lips unlatch from your neck so he's able to look down at you, not wanting to miss the fucked out state of bliss written all over your face that's coming to you all because of him.
"Come on baby....cum all over your daddy's fingers, give it to me princess" He growls, picking up the pace as he begins grinding his hard on into your ass from behind, matching the way your hips roll to chase the rhythm of his fingers.
You're squirming so much at this point, a moaning mess as Logan holds you down by your hip, forcing you to take what he gives you, not giving you the chance to run away from the pleasure he so desperately wants to give to you.
"Oh my god! Im gonna fu-ahhh!" You moan loudly, back arching off of Logans chest as you cum hard all over his fingers.
Logan moans with you, watching in awe as you become a puddle of nothing but moans and gasps as you come down from your high, his fingers working slowly on your swollen pussy as your arousal drools out onto his fingers, forcing them to slip around and lose their place as he works on you.
"That's a good girl...thats daddy's good fucking girl....thats it....im right here baby...daddys gotchu" He praises you, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as his rough hands move from your pussy to instead run along your body, holding you, massaging you, making it known that he was indeed there with you.
It takes a few minutes for you to catch your breath properly, when you do, you finally feel Logans very large bulge pressing into your ass.
He's too busy pressing kisses along your throat and jaw, working his way up to your cheek and the corner of your lips to make sure you were there with him and comfortable.
"Logan..." You mumble softly before you roll your hips down against his cock, your eyes locking with his as you stare up at him with a needy glint in yours.
Logan raises his eyebrows at your actions, holding onto your hips as he guides you to grind down onto his lap.
"You want daddy's cock baby? Is that it?" He questions, his words alone making you moan softly as you nod, your hand coming up and tugging his head down to press against your lips.
"Please fuck me daddy..." You moan against him, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you swallow his groans.
He nods against you, silently reaching between the two of you to undo the button to his jeans and pulling his cock out, tongue playing with yours as he sits you both up a bit before he grabs both of your thighs, lifting you up and making you gasp softly.
"Don't worry princess...Daddy's got you..." he assures you before he slowly sinks you down onto his cock.
Both of you moan softly in unison, his length filling you up completely, making your eye roll back as as he settles you down onto his lap.
"Logan...L-Lo...you're so big...fuck" You gasp out, struggling to even form words properly as Logan's arms wraps around your waist, holding you close against his chest as he slowly starts to fuck up into you.
"You can take it baby...fuck...such a tight little pussy...so fuckin' good for me...takin' me so well angel" Logan growled against you, lips pressed against your back as he found a steady rhythm in fucking you.
You're a moaning mess. Logan is so big, and he fills you up so well, better than anyone ever has, and it makes you feel like you'll fucking cry because of how good it feels.
Logan growls every time your pussy tightens around him, wrapping him up and keeping him so warm. Heâs forgotten how fucking good it feels to be this close to someone, hearing such pretty moansâŠ.
Logan thinks he could get used to thisâŠ.
Logan thinks he could get used to you.
âCome on babyâŠ.give it to meâŠcum all over my fuckin cockâ He urges you, wanting nothing more than to feel your pretty pussy spasm on his length.
You gasp softly, struggling to hold your head up as he defiles you from down below, making a mess of your pussy as he pounds into you like a wild fucking animal, the feeling foreign to anything youâve ever experienced for. Heâs like a machine, and his skilled cock as your head spinning.
âDaddyâŠdaddy IâŠI canâtâŠyouâre gonna make me cum-â your words are cut off by just that, a loud shriek ripping through your lungs as you cum hard all over Loganâs cock just like he asked of you.
âThatâs my fuckinâ girl, fuck yeahâŠyou want Daddy to cum inside you baby? Yeah? Want Daddy to fill up this pretty pussy?â He growls out, his own eyes fluttering shut at the mere thought of cumming inside your pussy, filling you up and making him as your own.
Youâre nodding like an idiot, all dumb and cock drunk as the pleasure fades and the overstimulation takes place, making your mind fuzzy and the world around you dull, the only thing youâre able to focus on being Logan.
âPleaseâŠwant you to cum inside DaddyâŠ.wanna be yoursâ you moan out softly, your eyes rolling back as you allow Logan to continue fucking up into you mercilessly, turning your brain into mush with every thrust.
âAll mine babyâŠall DaddyâsâŠfuckâŠthatâs it babyâŠlet daddy fill up this little pussyâŠ.fuckfuckfuckâ Logan growls out, his moans strangled as he pulls you down roughly onto his lap, his cock twitching with every spurt of cum, painting your insides with his seed as his large hands press your sweaty body flush against his.
You both sit there like that for quite a while, his hands massaging your skin, thumbs rubbing small circles into your abdomen as you both try to catch your breath, the come down sucking all of the energy out of both of you while you enjoy the warmth of being connected to one another.
After a moment passes, youâre finally the one to break the silence, a gentle smirk on your face as you turn around a bit to face Logan.
âSoâŠ.I guess itâs safe to say I am your type of girl after all?â You tease the man as you recall the words heâd said to you all those weeks ago.
It makes Logan groan softly as he cringes at himself, finally giving in and resting his chin against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he nods.
âYeahâŠ.I guess you are princessâŠâ
#wolverine#wolverine smut#logan howlett#logan howlett smut#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine x y/n#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#deadpool wolverine#wolverine angst#logan howlett angst
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
sick

word count: 1.8k
synopsis: in which sylus sneaks into your apartment and finds you sick. yet, you're not resting. why?
contains: sylus x mc!reader (they're not dating but sylus is pining and reader is confused), reader is implied to be in college, slightly obsessive sylus, mentions of violence and sickness, suggestive themes, cussing, and fluff.
a/n: i got sick yesterday. what better way to rest than to write about sylus? do NOT copy or steal my work. sylus WOULD NOT endorse plagiarism :)

you don't want to admit it. you really don't. but you're sick. there's no denying that with how short of breath you are, how nauseous you feel, and the goddamn soreness in the back of your throat that didn't go away with the first sip of water.
"shitâŠ" you mumble as you sluggishly move to empty the dishwasher as your roommate asked. it's bad enough that you were sick, but you were also stressed out of your mind. midterms have been kicking your ass this semester. big assignments have been piling up on your already heavy shoulders. in essence, this was a burnout month, and all that lack of sleep and unparalleled stress had finally caught up to you. in the form of a cold, that is.
"of all the times," you grumble as you struggle to stack the dishes in the cabinet. "why nowâŠ" indeed, this was a terrible time to get sick. how were you to complete all your tasks while feeling absolutely miserable? you glance at the microwave clock in desperation. 10:00 PM, it read. although you meant to sigh a breath of relief, you let out a painful cough. maybe you could finish an assignment or two by midnight. that way, you can focus on studying tomorrow, you thought to yourself.
you sniff as you return to the dishwasher to unload the rest of the dishes. as much as you were happy for your roommate leaving for the weekend to finally see her family, you couldn't help but feel resentful. why were you here struggling to do the dishes while she got to have fun? shaking your head at your bitter thoughts, you bend down, trying to grab the utensils from the dishwasher. keyword: trying.
the sudden pair of strong arms that wrapped around you prevented you from doing so. normally, you would've swiftly elbowed the person behind you and turned around to land a hard blow that would have them seeing stars. instead, you exhale shakily. you recognize the mysterious backhugger's scent. the scent of sweet wine and sharp citrus. sylus.
how the hell did he get in? you donât remember giving him a spare key when you told him your address. you look behind you, angling your head to meet his garnet eyes. "i did not give you my address just so you can sneak in like this," you say, trying your best not to sound like you're dying.
unfortunately, the nasal tone of your voice does not go unnoticed by sylus. instead of offering his usual quips, sylus furrows his brows and unclasps his right arm from your waist. you try not to flinch at the chill of his slender fingers touching your forehead. he frowns. "you're sick."
you immediately avert your gaze. "i'm not sick," you mutter as you try to bend down once more to grab the stupid utensils from the dishwasher. sylus doesn't let go. this time, he spins you around with his left arm, making sure that he can see you properly.
"you're burning up, sweetie." sylus says as flips the hand on your forehead for good measure. "you're sick and you know it."
you roll your eyes, squirming to get out of his grip. you did not want sylus to see you like this. a sick, miserable mess incapable of doing something as simple as emptying the dishwasher. you had an image to uphold after all. being vulnerable with someone like him could mean getting hurt again. last time you were vulnerable with someone⊠well, let's say you learned your lesson.
weakly, you push at sylus' arm around your waist with your small hands. you try not to think about how minuscule they looked next to sylus' deliciously veiny forearms. great, you're sick, and your mind decides to lust after sylus' arms. you shiver at your thoughts and attempt to push sylus' grip away once more. normally, escaping sylus' hold would be a reasonable task for you. after all, your sparring sessions with him prepared you to get out of sticky situations. but you were sick and exhausted out of your mind. all you could manage was a feeble squirm.
sylus' gaze moves from his hand on your forehead to your eyes. your half-lidded baggy eyes. his frown deepens. you looked extremely fatigued. your face was noticeably pale, and your intake of breath was short. not to mention, sylus could see the slight wince of pain whenever you tried to swallow your saliva. sylus sighs as he removes his hand on your forehead and replaces it with his own. you were neglecting yourself again.
under normal circumstances, you would've shied away from sylus' physical advancements. his hand on the small of your back? an immediate flinch and glare, signaling him to stop. a tap on the crown of your head? a swift jerk of your neck and avoidance of eye contact. insteadâagain, you blame it on your exhaustionâyou tiredly close your eyes, relishing in sylus' cool forehead against your heated one. no resistance to be shown.
you don't see it, but sylus' sharp eyes soften at the sight of you accepting his touch. even with the eye bags and ghastly skin, you looked ethereal. like an angel sent from heaven to save him from his own solitary hell. as much as he wants to savor this moment of you finally giving into his touch, sylus knows what he must do. you're unwell and unrested. you need to be in bed immediately.
"you should be in bed, sweetie." sylus murmurs as he pulls away from your forehead. you try not to sulk at the loss of the soothing chill of his skin. though, not without feeling conflicted because why you would even sulk about him? for god's sake, he was a criminal. he's taken countless lives. not to mention, he choked you upon meeting you, called you a disappointment, and tried to alter you after three straight days of relentless attempts at a forced resonation⊠just thinking about him drives you nuts and being driven nuts is the last thing you want right now.
"i'm fine, sylus." it was your turn to pull away, trying to put as much distance between you two as his firm grip around your waist would allow. "besides, nothing a little old tea can't fix."
with that, you turn to face the dishwasher and reach for the utensils for the umpteenth time of the night. sylus sighs and pinches his nose bridge with his free hand. as much as he admired your stubbornness, he could not help but resent it at times like these. times when you were in desperate need of a break. before you can grab the utensils, you feel yourself get lifted off the ground effortlessly.
sylus' arm on your waist had moved to your shoulder, and his other arm was hooked under your thighs. he had you in bridal style in less than a second. your eyes widen, realizing the sudden change in positions. "what are you doing?!" you cough painfully. "put me down!"
you do your best to escape sylus' new grip on you by kicking your legs and squirming uncontrollably, but it was hopeless. you were weakened due to your sickness, and sylus was determined to make sure you looked only at him instead of the goddamn dishwasher. one more look at it, and he swears he's gonna break it with his evol.
quickly and confidently, sylus exits the kitchen with you in his arms and arrives at what he guesses is your shared bedroom with your roommate. he tries not to get distracted by the fact that this is his first time in your room. god, the entire space smelled so much like you, he wanted to become one with it and watch you forever and ever. dismissing his intrusive thoughts, sylus gently places you down on your bed and starts to cover you in your blanket.
"wait, sylus," you start, trying to get up. "i have to empty the dishwasher. i have homework, too." sylus tuts as he shakes his head, his messy silver locks following suit. although he doesn't respond, sylus continues to spread out your blanket. you furrow your eyebrows at his strange behavior. "sylusâŠ" you whine. you actually whined. something you never thought you would do, especially in front of sylus. you could feel his intense gaze prick at you like little needles. you avoid his gaze, hoping to hide your flustered state.
adorable. that's what you are. incredibly adorable to the point sylus wants to grab your chin and force you to look at him as he coaxes more and more of your pretty whines out of you.
trying to fight his indecent thoughts, sylus locks eyes with you, a firm yet pleading look on his face. "you need to rest, sweetie," he leans in to adjust your pillow. "you won't get anything done in this state." you try to protest again, but sylus beats you to it. "rest. i'll take care of everything."
well, fuck. how can you say no when sylus, in all of his gorgeous glory, is centimeters from your face, telling you that he will take care of everything and asking you to do the one thing you've been longing to do for a very long time? besides, you felt sleepy ever since sylus took you in his arms. just this once. just this once, you'll allow yourself to be vulnerable with him. so that you can rest, of course. totally not because sylus had a way of comforting you so sweetly and breaking your defensive walls so charmingly.
your labored breathing slows as you cautiously nod. "fine," you yawn. "the utensils go in the very left drawer of the island while the pots and pans go in the stove oven, andâŠ" you can feel sleep beckoning for you as you continue to list instructions. sylus can't help the grin that appears on his face as he watches your cute blinks grow in intervals.
"noted, sweetie." he caresses a stray hair strand out of your face. "i'll make sure everything is back where they belong." like you to him. though, he doesn't say that part out loud. maybe another day. when you are no longer wary of him and are willing to acknowledge his very obvious affection for you. deep in his fantasy, sylus almost misses your cute snores. he chuckles, taking this chance to admire you now that you've fallen asleep.
you truly were an angel. the way your eyebrows furrowed here and there in your sleep. the way your plump lips parted at times. the way your button nose twitched sporadically. oh, sylus loved it all. he could watch you sleep forever. but he had a better task at hand: to take care of you. he assured you that he would take care of everything. and sylus is a man of his words. carefully to not wake you, sylus cups your face with his right hand. closing his eyes, he places a delicate kiss on your forehead.
"rest well, sweetie. i'll see you soon."
#i wrote this while sick#be proud of me#sylus x reader#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace fic#sylus x y/n#sylus x you
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
đ àŁȘË àœàœČàœàŸ Sleepy sex with Gojo

âToru,â you whisper softly, gently elbowing his torso.
Heâs got his chest to your back, hugging you tightly as you spooned. His hold was unrelenting, murmuring out a grumpy, âstay in bed baby..âcan go pee nâ the morning.. .â
You let out a quiet laugh, âno no, not that.â
You pry his arm from around you and guide it in between your legs where he could feel how soaked you were through your panties and thin shorts.
âoh,â he deadpans. âOhhhhh.â
You roll your eyes at his tone, turning your face into the pillow to avoid his shit-eating grin.
He presses a kiss to your neck, then more and more until he trails up to your cheek, pressing one there again and again until you finally caved and looked at him.
âdoes my girl need me?â To further his point he rubs your clit through your shorts, eliciting a surprised moan from you. âhm? right here, yeah?â
When you donât answer he moves to just circling your clit, fingers touching right around where you need him most. You were far too exhausted and needy to deal with his teasing, so you were quick to say what you knew he wanted to hear.
âpleaseâ you plead begrudgingly, already aware he wouldnât give you what you want until you âask nicelyâ.
He smiles satisfactorily. âIâve got you baby, you just lay there and look pretty.â
He didnât waste time in slipping a hand under your shorts and panties, warm hands gliding over your skin until they reached their target. He slowly inserted two of his long, slender digits into you, all while murmuring praises into your ear. He dipped his thumb between your folds, getting it nice and slicked before rubbing at your clit.
He pumped his fingers into you slowly, resting his chin atop your shoulder to peer down at the way your pretty pussy greedily sucked in his fingers. As his pace quickened you moaned and grasped his bicep where his arm laid over youâmaking him chuckle.
âthatâs right, Iâve got you.â He hummed, quickly becoming entranced with the way your greedy cunt took whatever he gave you. His movements only quickened which made you squirm, so he reached his other arm under you to hold you in place against him.
That same hand pushed up your his shirt and tugged at your nipple, fondling your chest in a way that had you drooling.
He added a third digit before curling them, massaging the soft walls of your cunt. His pace was unrelenting, your pussy squelching with how wet you were every time his fingers pumped back in. He prodded at your insides until he hit that spot that made you see starsâimmediately attacking it while pressing down on your puffy clit.
âhmfh- toru!â You squealed, the overwhelming stimulation leaving your head reeling. He didnât slow his pace, instead pressing a kiss to your shoulder before nibbling at your neck.
He licked and sucked at your throat, leaving pretty little marks you knew youâd be struggling to hide tomorrow. He groaned as he marked up your neck, nearly drooling like he was enjoying the feeling more than you.
âmmh, kiss me,â he moanedâinstantly meeting your lips with his when you turned your headâgroaning into your mouth as he dragged you impossibly closer. Yeah, maybe he was enjoying this more than you.
His fingers bumping into your g-spot relentlessly paired with the feeling of his thumb swiftly rubbing on your clit had you quickly nearing that high, thighs trembling and attempting to close. He removed his other hand from your tit to grip your thigh and spread your legs far. He enjoyed the view of your shorts absolutely soaked, the thin white fabric becoming translucent proof of how aroused he could make you. It also let him see that perfect pussy in all its glory.
âso pretty, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.â he praised, and that was your last straw. Your cunt clenched around his fingers in a vice-like grip before your vision went white and you came with a scream of his name. He nearly came in his boxers at the sight, continuing to pump his long fingers in and out of your soaked cunt to ride out your orgasm.
While you were catching your breath in shallow pants he slowly slid his fingers out of you, admiring the way your slick glistening on them and dripped down to his palm. Without missing a beatâhe snaked his tongue out to taste your sweet release, sucking his fingers clean with an exaggerated slurping noise that you would elbow him for if you werenât half-asleep.
You were still slightly out of breath when you whimpered out a sleepy âthank you..â that made him smirk.
He pressed a loving kiss to the back of your head before nestling his head into your shoulder, holding you tightly once again. You were out like a light almost immediately, but not before catching him whisper, âhappy to help.â right into your ear.
#melo!writes#gojo x reader#gojo smut#satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk#jjk fic#melo!jjk
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
you were feeling particularly mischievous that day.
and when you were feeling mischievous, your lover had to be preparedâ because a mischievous you sometimes had the tendency to be unpredictable.
he loved kissing you multiple times throughout the dayâ he'd lean into it subconsciously, even, be it on your lips, cheeks, forehead, the tip of your nose or the top your hair. because according to him, life would be devoid of any and all meanings if he could not kiss you.
so when you suddenly pretended to move away to reach for something just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, he paused midway, brows furrowing.
surely that wasn't intentional. ..right? right?
it didn't take longer than a second for you to notice the subtle distress on his face from the corner of your eye, and you were tryingâ tryingâ to not outright grin mischievously.
naturally, he had to confirm this strange phenomenon. so he leaned in again, only for you to take a step back, now "inspecting" the item you had just retrieved earlier.
now, this man was no fool. (a fool for you, though.) you had just dodged his kisses twice at the perfect time. he could swear he felt his world shift upside down.
why were you dodging like that? were you mad? was something wrong? did heâ
then, he caught it; the twitch of your lips and the stolen glance. ah. so that's how it was.
his eyes narrowed, thoroughly observing you. yet, the playful gleam in his gaze was unmistakable now.
"doing this now, are we?" the amusement in his voice was all too clear.
you feigned innocence, tilting your head, yet not bothering to hide the curve of your lips. "hm? oh, i have no idea what you're talking about."
he took a step forward.
you took one back.
he took another.
and before he knew it, you bolted.
"heyâ!"
your laughter echoed throughout the house as you ran, and he wasted no time before following right after. you were fast, impressively soâ you somehow managed to weave through the furniture with ease, going as far as to swiftly place a chair in the way before he could reach you.
however, a man chasing after what was rightfully his was not to be underestimated.
he was, of course, fast as well. he could close the distance right now if he wanted to, but where was the fun in that? if you wanted a game, he would happily indulge you.
he pretended to almost catch you when his fingertips barely grazed your arm in an attempt to reach you, to which you responded with a shriek as you sped up, reaching behind the kitchen island.
"too slow!" you giggled, gripping the edge of the counter, ready to skid away any moment.
"oh, you wound me, sweetheart," he sighed, "depriving a man of kissing his beloved? how cruel."
"catch me, then." you challenged, your heartbeat thrumming with adrenaline.
he noticed the way your body subtly shifted towards the left.
so, he pretended to go towards the right.
and just as you moved away from behind the counter, he effortlessly changed directions, your brain failing to catch up with the sudden movement as a pair of arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, your back colliding with the familiar warmth.
"whatâ"
you were suddenly weightless as he spun you around.
"h-hey!â put me down!" you squealed, not being able to suppress the unrestrained laughter spilling from your lips.
"do you yield?"
"nahâ"
he spun, again.
"FINE! fine! put me down now, you menace!"
he chuckled, gently placing you down, although his arms never left your waist. you turned around, slightly tumbling against his chest, before squinting your eyes at him.
"you cheated," you half-heartedly jabbed a finger into his chest.
"you cheated first by not letting me kiss you," he leaned down, his hands coming up to cradle your jaw as his lips hovered above your own. "and i'm here to fix that."
just as you were about to formulate a response, his tongue glided over your bottom lipâ before capturing it between his own. he didn't rush the kiss, no, it was slow, deliberate, utterly thorough, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of that kiss and drown in it. and yet, the heat in it was unmistakable. his fingers slithered to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your body practically molded against his. a tilt of your headâ and suddenly, he was kissing you deeper, swallowing your sounds that escaped between the kiss.
he finally pulled away, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he rested his forehead on yours, taking in the sight of your dazed eyes and the soft exhales leaving your parted lips.
".. that's unfair."
"you should know by now that i don't lose when it comes to you, darling."
and when he pulled you in for another kiss, it was anything but unhurried.
⥠gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (jjk), caleb, rafayel, sylus, zayne (lads), wriothesley, ayato, neuvillette, alhaitham (genshin), jiyan, brant, xiangli yao (wuwa), kyoraku shunsui, ukitake jushiro, ishida uryuu, hisagi shuhei (bleach), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen (kny), your favorite.
#á° : shu's archives .á#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#yuta okkotsu x reader#love and deepspace#sylus x reader#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader#caleb x reader#lads x reader#genshin x reader#neuvillette x reader#wriothesley x reader#ayato x reader#alhaitham x reader#wuwa x reader#bleach x reader#kyoraku shunsui x reader#ukitake jushiro x reader#uryu ishida x reader#hisagi shuhei x reader#kny x reader#demon slayer x reader#rengoku x reader#uzui tengen x reader#jjk fluff#toji x reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
cw: gunplay, dubcon (??), semi-public sex, gagging, mentions of death but nobody dies so rest assured, spit, pretty rushed, lil drabble be i had to write about my man being icky b4 i forgot >.<
"are you gonna be obedient? or should i splatter these pretty little guts all over this wall?"
you don't know how you got here, and by here, i mean in an alleyway, with your brand new white skirt pooled around your ankles and nearly torn to shreds, your freshly manicured nails digging into the muscular flesh of a strange man who's stuffing your slick cunt with the shaft of his gun, his index finger is dangerously close to the trigger as his wet tongue peaks out from between his scarred lips to swipe the shell of your ear.
isn't it just your luck that you ran out of instant ramen tonight, meaning you had to walk outside to the closest convenience store all alone? hey, it isn't your fault that you're a broke college student who's just trying to make ends meet. the news warned civilians of a man lurking on the streets, described as tall, black hair, and incredibly dangerous, but they didn't mention hot. it just so happens that the same man, serialkiller!toji, has you gagged with your own panties, your back arched, stifling your cries and whimpers so not even the oblivious pedestrians passing by the whole scene know just how much danger you're in.
you slowly nod your head in compliance, careful and nervous not to make the wrong move just in case this creep decides he wants to end your life with a bullet through your uterus. "good," toji growls, slowly sliding his gun out of your tight little pussy, leaving it clenching around nothing as he brings the firearm up to his mouth to lick your sweet juices off of it. "j-just take my money, anything!!!!" you're desperately trying to plead with him, your voice muffled by your panties as tears stream out of your eyes, leaving the makeup on your face streaky. oh, who were you kidding? he clearly didn't care about robbing some girl for her money, your purse had dropped onto the ground with all of your belongings spilling out when toji grabbed you, your tiny pink pocket book sits there and you want to kick it toward him. there had to be a possibility that money would divert him from whatever he has planned for you, right?
let's say he did wanted to rob you, why would he bother to strip you naked, making you arch your back as the bright red store lights shine down on you beneath the dark nighttime sky, highlighting the curve of your hips and ass, making your slick folds glisten? he's trying to humiliate you, proving he can break any bitch into being his slut.
"i don't need your money, babygirl."
dammit.
"you're gonna give me this tight, virgin pussy." toji declares, his voice low as goosebumps riddle your skin. "college girls study better whenever they're bred by big, scary men like me, hm?"
well, it's not like you've ever had anyone's dick inside of you. his hypothesis could be correct, but you had bigger fish to fry now that the cool barrel of his gun is pressing into your temple, wet with his spit and your own slick. "dâdon't kill me..." a part of you wants to shut your eyes and accept your fate, welcoming whatever is waiting for you in the afterlife, wishing he'd pull that trigger to put you out of your current misery. "scared little lamb." toji chuckles, retracting the gun from your head as he slides it into his back pocket. "m' not gonna kill you either."
the confirmation puts you a bit at ease, this totally isn't how you're gonna die!
toji's brings his calloused, large hand to rub your soft belly as he holds your waist. he swiftly unzips his pants and tugs them down, before the fabric can even hit his thighs, his fat, mushroom tip hits his abdomen as his cock flings out. he holds the base of his dick, slapping his hard length on your asscheek. you gulp thickly, its not even inside of you, yet you can still sense how bad this thing is gonna stretch you out, you don't know if you're ready for it.
you sharply suck in a breath of air as he moves his dick to slide it between your drooling pussy lips, the aching tip brushes against your clit which makes you arch your back deeper. "a-aaah!" you gasp, and toji quicky slaps his hand over your mouth. "quiet, little one." he says, lining himself up with your fluttering hole. "don't wanna get caught out here, now do we?" you shake your head in response, dare you say that you don't wanna get caught bent over by a killer? even if help arrived? toji spreads the bead of precum leaking out of his slit around, mixing it with your slick as his tip prods at your entrance.
then, you feel the burn, the stretch of your hymen as toji slowly pushes his hips forward, his thick pink tip slipping inside of you as you curl your fingers into his skin to grip his arms tighter. "do you want this?" toji asks, leaning his head close to your ear as he kisses it. want what, exactly? a crazy guy fucking you in a dingy alleyway? you'd appreciate it if he would at least buy a motel room, but you can't really complain, or think as his fingers move to your clit and make your brain short-circuit. âyeshhh...â you slur out, already so cock drunk and he hasn't even put his cock fully inside.
toji trusts his hips forward, his entire shaft slipping inside of you as your nails dig deeper into his skin. you forget about the possibility of dying right here tonight, the only thing you can focus on is the way his big cock just feels sooo good inside of you, almost as if you were made to take this psycho's dick. you feel your walls clamping down on toji's cock, molding to it's shape which sends a jolt of pleasure through the both of you.
the slick, wet sounds of your creamy pussy taking him in so deep are the only noise coming from the alley, drowned out by the nightlife in the city as you mewl incoherent babbles as toji keeps fucking you, gripping the flesh of your ass tightly as your plush skin fills the gaps of his fingers. "nnnghâtoo much..." your soft, whimpering voice escapes your parted lips, your knees tingle, slowly giving up as they struggle to keep you upright.
"you like getting your pussy stretched open by sickos like me?" toji asks, slapping your asscheeks and leaving a stinging red hand print on it. you nod your head, biting down harder on your panties as he fucks you from behind. he doesn't let you adjust to the feeling of his thick cock splitting your pussy open, no, he loves the way that warm, tight mouth between your legs grips onto him so tight, he's only fucking you so he can feel good. "you're taking me in so deep," he groans, his thrust growing sloppier. "no wonder you girls get pregnant so easily."
he spreads your fat cunt apart so he can stuff his cock deeper inside of you, his tip kisses your cervix almost instantly as he bullies himself into your tight heat. his fingers keep rubbing slow circles around your sensitive button, making your soft thighs shut around his wrist. he watches the white ring of your slick bubble at the base of his dick as he slams his hips against your ass, the thick push of pubic hair tickles your skin but turns you on nonetheless.
before you know it, you're cumming, squirting all over toji's dick as he stays inside of you. his finger flicks your clit harder as your juices spray out. you literally see starts as toji grips your jaw tightly to keep your quiet as you reach your high. he pulls out, giving his cunt-juice-soaked shaft a slow pump as he nuts on your lower back, spreading your thick sheet of slick around his tip. you feel the warm spurts of cum hitting your skin, toji wipes some of it up as he brings his finger up to your lips, pulling your panties out of your mouth so you can have a taste of his load.
you tighten your lips around his thick finger, suckling his cum off of them as the pad of his thumb pressed into your clit. "that taste good, baby?" he asks, biting his lip as he grabs your arm to turn you around, grabbing your face as he squishes your lips. "open." you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as toji leans over your head to land a glob of spit on your tongue. you pull your tongue back into your mouth as you swallow his saliva, he takes your hand and slaps a heavy wad of cash into your palm.
"thanks for the free pussy."
#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x fem!reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#toji smut#toji x reader#jujustu toji#toji x y/n#toji x you#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#jjk toji#toji fushiguro#toji fluff
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
(Unnamed for now, 4.8k words of nothing but self indulgence because ex bf simon is king. just porn without plot, the usual filth. also i wrote myself into a hole with the smut but whatever.)
If your friends knew that you'd gone to great lengths to look presentableâ less cave-dweller, more humanâ hoping to get lucky tonight only to end up waving off anyone of interest because you're too busy sulking about a relationship you willingly broke off, they'd kick you from the group chat.
(Or never let you live it down.)
But here you are, perched on a barstool, its cracked leather slightly sticky beneath your legs, the cocktail you'd ordered a while ago sitting mostly untouched on an even stickier bar top. Lamenting. Moping all over a guy who hasn't bothered to return a single phone call since you left him the voicemail. And it hadn't been his fault, really. He'd been upfront with you from the get-go; he's a busy man with a job you don't want to know about and are safer not knowing about.
You'd noticed the specific wording he'd used. Not better off but safer off, its implications perilous. The hardened look he'd given you when you'd pressed him on it, hoping for a slip of the truth, had been the first and only warning you'd needed.
Get off his case, understood.
You clench your teeth, irritation nipping at your nerves. You'd like to think that you've mourned this ex-relationship plenty and feeling an acute, smoldering ache again over a whisper of a memory (and not even a fond one at that)â
Time to douse these flames.
Waving the bartender down, you push away the watered-down drink and gesture for a shot. She eyes you warily, hesitating for a moment before sliding an empty glass over and reaching for some top-shelf bottle your bank account already feels the bite of. The fiery burn that courses down your throat resembles the one in your chest.
The alcohol swiftly does its job, offering a sense of relief, and you're grateful for it, even if fleeting. The room starts to blur a bit, the strobing lights overhead bleeding together like a watercolor painting left out in the rain, and you let yourself sink into the moment, the gentle ebb of intoxication pooling heat in your cheeks, warmth seeping into your limbs.
Things don't look so bad now; the world has taken a dreamlike quality to it, with softened edges and vibrant colors. With the liquid courage dulling the sharpness of your previous thoughts and easing the tension in your shoulders, you reckon that now you can start looking for your prey of the evening. It's why you even bothered to slink out of your comfort zone in the first place.
Mission directive: Get laid. Or plan B: go home with a new number saved in your contacts.
You rest your chin on your palm, eyes lazily scanning around the room, taking in the hazy but lively atmosphere. The dance floor is a whirl of energy, couples moving to the rhythm of the music, a group of friends huddling in a corner, hands gesturing animatedly as they chat each other up, and at the frontâ
If you swiveled away in your chair any faster, the courage you'd knocked back 10 minutes ago would come back up, spilling onto the bar top the barkeep gave up trying to keep clean. There have been numerous instances where your mind plays tricks on you, teasing you with glimpses of big and blonde in your peripheral while out running errands, the miserable lump in your throat only dislodging once you've made your grand escape.
(It's not running away; It's a tactical retreat. You'll face the music when it's less deafening.)
And in keeping with tradition, you settle your tab and scurry off to the bathroom, clutching your bag like a lifeline. A familiar shadow just walked in through the front door, once again haunting you. No matter how many times you whisper reassurances under your breath, dismissing it as a cruel joke your mind loves to play, the semblance of him never fails to arouse a bit of panic in you.
The trip to the bathroom feels like you're trekking across the country, weaving in and out and around crowds of people, dodging flailing limbs like an extreme sport. The inside is relatively small and cramped; three stalls for the entire bar. It's blessedly empty, so you beeline to the sink, hoping for a splash of cold water to settle your nerves.
The water is startlingly cold, or maybe it feels colder because you're flustered, and you're mid air-drying your hands when you hear it: that unforgettable gait, heavy and solid, like a tank rolling over rugged terrain. It's something that you can still hear echo in the small confines of your flat when the world is quiet. The mirror in front reflects your tense face, its edges cloudy with time and poor-quality cleaning solutions.
Get a grip, you're losing it.
Until the door swings wide, hinges screeching as it gives way with no resistance, and you realize that you're not losing it. But you just might.
"'Ello, poppet."
Incredulity forces a chuckle out of you because it's either you laugh or you cry.
"Nice," he eyes the cracked tile beneath your feet, "choice for a night out. Beer's more piss than ale, though." The door closes behind him.
The mockery in his voice is wildly unwarranted, especially for a man you haven't heard from for a better part of the year, and you finally gather your wits to bite back indignantly.
"What? It's not your cuppa? I always assumed you ratted out in seedy holes like this." The bruise-tight grip you've got around your bag makes your fingers ache. "I'll be sure to pick a more refined place for you next time."
He wastes no time closing the gap between you two, your three steps back negated by his single one with laughable ease, and the space around you seems to shrink, his presence swallowing it whole. You'd forgotten just how large a man he wasâ is.
A different beast altogether.
"No need. We won't be comin' back 'ere again." Your brows quirked at that. He's gone and learned French, apparently. Oui. You try to keep your personal bubble intact by taking another step back only to come in contact with a stall door, its chilly surface forcing your spine rigid. Cornered, caught in the crosshairs of the hunter's gaze, and the intensity of it makes you feel vulnerable, bare, as if you're staring up the barrel of a loaded gun.
"Easy, lovie, no need to look at me like tha', 'm jus' 'ere to talk," he says with a tone that's tinged with condescension, and his giant mitts are up and palms facing you like he's dealing with a skittish animal. There's a thought there, buried deep, that you refuse to acknowledge.
"Talk?" The question bursts out before you can stop it, followed by a sardonic laugh that feels unexpectedly cathartic as it leaves your mouth. Talk now, when you not only kept your line of communication open but also actively tried reaching out for weeks? Weeks spent waiting for a response, foolishly hoping he'd give a damn enough to at least put up a fight for you and what you had?
He tilts his head slightly, eyes unreadable. "Better late than never," he remarks, but that's the problem, isn't it? You were forced to come to terms with never, whether you liked it or not. And you had not liked it, but it had been necessary. To know there was a part of his life you weren't welcome to, regardless of reason, was something that shadowed your interactions. The realization that you were kept at arm's length due to the duality of his life was too bitter a pill to swallow.
It'd been a painful process making peace with the fact that maybe things just hadn't been meant to be. C'est la vie and all that tripe. But now, here he stands before you, having materialized out of thin air, a bloody intrusion upon the fragile peace you've built for yourselfâ it feels like a mockery of the emotional distress you've had to endure.
"Better late thanâ? You honestly fucking think you can just," you stumble over yourself in disbelief, "just corner me in a tiny bathroom of a dingy bar to talk?"
Simon raises one bulky shoulder, unconcerned. "You chose the place."
His piss poor attempt at a joke is like a slap in the face. "Right. Goodbye, Simon." You step around him briskly, your arm brushing against his. Just as your fingers graze the cold metal of the door handle, his encircle your wrist and gently pull you away. The span of his palm could easily engulf the entirety of your hand, and you can't help but wonder if you're as delicate and fragile as you feel in his grasp.
"Let me try that again," he murmurs tentatively, and you curse your good natureâ the one that's always been too quick to soften even when you know better. You know just how clumsy he is with words, how his tongue ties itself in knots when emotions creep into the conversation. Simon gives your wrist a tender squeeze. "Ya can leave whenever you want."
Damn it. Damn it. Fine. This confrontation has been a long time coming anyway. "Then try again and make it fast," you snap, words short and clipped. "How we haven't been kicked out of here yet is a bloody wonder."
He steps away from you and leans his hips against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. Here Simon stands, no longer a hazy apparition in the corner of your eye but fully here. Real. Uncomfortable so. You shift your weight from one foot to the other.
"Didn't mean to disappear on ya," his tone carries a note of something resembling regret. "Work took me across the world, couldn't reach out t'you even if I wanted to." And there it is, the crux of the problem. His job. Always his job. The one part of his life you've never been allowed to see, what had been the ever-constant shadow hanging over your relationship. What tore him away from you for weeks at a time only for those same gaps to start getting longer and longer while his stays grew shorter.
That's not good enough.
"So that's it?" Simon cannot honestly expect you to take his paltry excuse and run with it. As if it's enough to stitch together the wound his silence left behind. "Work? That's what you're going with?" It's the audacity that stings the most, the hope that you'd simply accept it and move past all of this heartache.
For all you know, he could be lying through his teeth, spinning enough truth to make it seem believable. You must have your suspicions plastered on your forehead because Simon peels himself off the sink with a sharp breath and narrowed eyes.
"'M many things, love, but a liar ain't one of 'em." His hand disappears into the front pocket of his worn denims, and when he pulls it free, you instantly recognize the tattered, frayed edges of his wallet. Still clinging to life, it seems. As stubborn as the man holding it. He opens it and extends it to you because it's imperative you see...?
"Work." And right there is an ID, not your plain old driver's license, which you're unsurprised to see absent. The man has no business being behind the wheel of any vehicle; he's a threat to all life and limb while on the roadâ but a military ID, the insignia emblazoned on the card unmistakable. You'd pieced together as much but never fully assumed, never formed a picture, just a blurred outline that left more questions than answers.
Name: Simon Riley. Rank: Lieutenant. Special Forces is right above the square where a photo is supposed to be. "There's no picture." You flash your eyes up at his in question.
"Never," he states.
You swallow thickly. An admission, this is. A roughly hewn olive branch tucked away in the ratty wallet you'd told him to toss ages ago. He snaps it shut with a practiced flick and then rucks up the right sleeve of his jacket up to the crook of his elbows, exposing his forearm, stark and freckled, the skin pale but then closer to his wrist, his flesh taking on a more golden hueâ honeyed, sun-kissed.
Simon Riley does not tan.
"Sat on my arse out in a barren stretch o' land f'r months on end, cookin' under the blazin' sun while waitin' for orders tha' never came," he grumbles, voice weary. He doesn't flinch when your wandering fingers feather across the darkened strip of skin. "The only form o' communication was local." You flip his hand, the underside of his wrist startlingly pale like the underbelly of a fish. "Couldn't 'ave reached out even if I wanted to. No signal."
It hangs heavy, what he was willing to share, and you're wondering if he's only asking for understanding or something else. Your treacherous heart flutters in your chest, breath squeezing from your lungs. A tiny part of you hopes for he's asking for that something else.
There's a new scar on his palm, close to the hardened calluses on his knuckles, the deep, puckered groove still red and rawâ fresh enough to make you winceâ and you can't help the frown that pulls at your lips. You can bet he took care of this himself, the oaf. Probably spit it clean and wrapped it up with whatever he had on hand. He's lucky it didn't infect.
"Only when I came back did I receive the missed calls, the texts, the bloody voicemail," he gnarls, and while the sharpness of his tone isn't aimed at you, you feel the biting sting of it anyway. Simon cradles your hand in his much larger one, and he doesn't squeeze, doesn't hold too tight; he simply holds it, the choice to refuse him if you wanted.
You don't.
"And this isn't something you could've told me before? I know I pressed when I shouldn't have," chagrin pools in your cheeks, "but I worried for you. You were sometimes so unreachable, standing between two worlds at once. I couldn't help ease the weight of your responsibilities because I didn't know what I was dealing with." As you thread your fingers with his, they feel impossibly small, brittleâ like the bones of a bird swallowed in the expanse of his hand. How unsettling.
(Yet you wouldn't have it any other way.)
Simon shakes his head, slow and deliberate, but his grip on your hand tightens. "I've more enemies than friends," he mutters, raising your hand to his masked lips, the gesture oddly tender as he presses a kiss on it even though it forces you to rise onto your tiptoes. You blow a puff of air, mildly exasperated. Big geezer.
"Every time I rid myself o' one, two take their place. I only did it t' keep ya safe. There's nothin' they'd love more than to exploit any o' my weaknesses." He says it as though the admission itself is dangerous, and maybe it is, but the risk, you believe, is one worth taking even if he won't.
Where he sees danger, you see trust. And that's all you ever wanted. Trust, because either you'll have all of him or none of him, so you tell him that.
His grip tightens imperceptibly. "Only wha' I feel is safe f'r you to know. Nothin' more." You know he means it. You've seen how far he's willing to go, how much he's willing to sacrifice, to keep you out of harm's reach.
Simon will shoulder just about anything alone if it means you'll be kept safe.
How lovely. He's taken it upon himself to play Batman when no one cast him into the role. Ah, well. A win is a win, and you've long learned some battles aren't worth the effort today, so you tuck this conversation into the back of your mind, a note to revisit at a later date. As for now, though...
"Alright, Si," the old nickname slips from you so easily, as if it never left, "We can continue this tomorrow, if you're able, but as for me," your gaze flickers to the faint ring of grime around the drain and the scribbles covering the peeling walls, "I've just about had it with this place."
But he's got no interest in letting you go now, not when you've given him the second chance he'd been desperate for. Instead, he jerks you to him, your shoulder colliding into his chest, his arms cinching tight around you. There is no grace, no soft pretense to itâ just a raw, unfiltered need of a man clinging to what he's been too afraid to lose; your arsecheeks apparently because that's what he's currently pawing at.
Pervert. Honestly, you'd applaud him for holding back from groping you for this long. No shame in giving credit where it's due. You thought about letting him have his fill, indulging his starved-dog behavior until his hands started to wander beneath your clothes. You ought to make him stop this before it spirals into something completely out of your control.
Ah, but then he latches onto the sensitive spot on your neck, right below the ear, so close to your drumming pulse and your words snag in your throat like fishhooks when he suckles.
It's tragic how quickly you cave.
Simon's breath fans hot over your spit-slick throat, slow and composed while yours is sharp and shallow as if you can't quite catch it. He jerks his head toward the stall, and you freeze, disbelief rooting you in place.
"You're joking." He's gone and lost whatever scraps of sanity he had left back wherever he was because there's no way you're getting down and dirty inâ your lip curls in distaste as you look at the industry-grade bottle of disinfectant that sits in the cornerâ here. But then he's dragging you toward the nearest stall anyway, your bag tumbling to the ground, not my bag, Simon, shit, you owe me another. The door is a pitiful excuse for privacy, barely clinging to the hinges and sporting a gap wide enough to make you grimace. You've hardly any time to register anything else before Simon is already at your feet, smoothly dropping to one knee, the crown of his head dipping slightly below your navel.
Simon's hands cup the back of your thighs, palms spread wide as they trail upward, the tips of his fingers finding lace and not your everyday cotton. With a deliberate slowness, he lifts the hem of your skirt, his neck craning just enough to bring his line of sight under the drape of fabric, and his gaze lingers.
Oh right. You've got on that setâ the one he'd carefully chosen for your birthday, that one that fits you so perfectly it almost feels unfair. A little indulgence that'd been meant for his eyes only. Even as you'd slipped it on earlier tonight, it'd felt like you'd been breaking the rules.
It makes you wonder...
You hook a leg over his shoulder, the heel of your shoe digging into the straight plane of his back. "Well?" Your question is wrapped in feigned nonchalance. "Does it make you upset?" Simon shrugs, dismissive, his eyes steady as they lock onto yours. The dim light above buzzes faintly, its unkind glow spilling over his rugged face. It does nothing to soften the sharpness of his features.
And you notice a new scar, tiny, close to his hare's lip.
"Doesn't threaten me, sweet'eart."
A sharp laugh escapes you. How infuriatingly arrogant. Simon leans in, his nose brushing against your sex roughly before he takes a crude sniff, unrestrained, unapologetic. Nasty as always.
The faintest smirk curls the corners of his lips. "Can't blame me, my girl and I 'ave been apart f'r too long." Humming, you place a hand on his head, palming over the short bristles of his hair before curling around the back of his neck, and you grind down on him.
"If you're hungry, then eat." The smile you give him after your gracious offer is nothing short of salacious.
Simon thumbs your gusset to the side and slips his tongue through your folds, and it's electric, raw. Frissons ripple through you, starting from your nape, and it cascades down your arm and your legs, and the sensation is sharp, almost overwhelming, and you bow forward, nails digging into the dense muscle of his traps.
It's been so fucking long.
Hot, wet pressure circles around your swollen clit, purposefully shy of what you covet, enough to stir something within you but not enough to satisfyâ nowhere near enough. It makes you testy. Impatient. It pushes you to lose control, feeling it slip from his grasp, only to land squarely in his.
It's the exact reaction Simon craves. You can grind down on the tip of his nose all you want, push and pull at his head every which way, but you don't come without his say so, and to earn that, there's something you have to do.
By the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip, bite-swollen and glossy with spit, peering down at him with bleary eyes after having rutted against his face without restraint, frantically seeking the friction you yearn for, you also know what to do.
Good.
Now he waits. Your pussy is dripping slick, dewy honey trailing down his chin and joining the sticky mess pooling near his knee, but he doesn't careâ his focus is entirely on you. Simon knows exactly how this will end. You're as mulish as ever, he muses, but you'll break. You always do. It's not a question of if but when, and he's content to wait as long as it takes for the inevitable. After all, he's a patient man when he chooses to be.
Your chest heaves with every ragged draw of air to your lungs, your pretty lips quivering with need, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. If he had the skill, he'd pencil this very moment onto paper, immortalizing it. The desperation that clings to your features, the frustrated grunts you give when he laps at yourâ hisâ cunt, tongue skimming just shy of your pearl.
It's intoxicating. A heady visceral rush that courses through his veins and pools white-hot in his groin, stiffening his cock almost painfully.
And then, when a finger dips into your sopping entrance, the composure you'd been desperately clinging to begins to come apart. Simon watches it unfold through heavy-lidded eyes, the gentle part of your lips, the tremor in your breathâ he drinks up every single second.
"Please," your voice is barely more than a breadth of a whisper. Your surrender is almost as sweet as you.
The kiss he plants on the inside of your thigh is searing as he hums. "What's it?" The prickly stubble of his jaw scratches against your skin. "Don't lose ya courage now," he murmurs, "you've already fought 'alf the battle.
Heat licks up the sides of your jaw, but you truck on, dignity long lost, in tatters next to your bag on the floor. "Please let me come." Your words come out in a half whine, half plea, and Simon's response is immediate; he cants your hips as two thick fingers enter you fully, and at this angle, it's more than he knows you can take, but you asked for it. Begged for it.
Simon takes it slow, not easy, the suction on your clit maddening; strong, fluttering pulses that seemingly beat in tandem with your heart and the world begins to tilt on its axis, his strong hands keeping you anchored lest your knees give way beneath you.
The world narrows down to the sound of your hiccups, the tension coiled spring tight below your navel, the feel of his shirt knotting in your fistâ if he had hair long enough to tug, you would've ripped it out.
You knock your head back against the door almost violently, the dull throb stamped out by the livewire crackling beneath your skin when you finally do come, a scorching heat radiating from within your core out, leaving a raw, tingling sensation in its wake. It stings, you dazedly muse. The orgasm that was wrenched from you was so thunderous your pussy stings. It's short-lived but potent, and you can't help but wince, your lips curling, teeth slightly bared in discomfort.
Ouch.
Simon, on the other hand, is just peachy, unbothered as ever, leaned back on his haunches, chin glistening with slick, his thumb sweeping what's about to drip off his nose.
"Don't think for a second I'm returning the favor here. I've standards, Simon." He huffs in response but says nothing, expecting nothing less of you, instead opting to shrug his jacket off and place it over your drooping shoulders. Your limbs feel leaden as you exit the stall, Simon nimbly reaching for your health hazard of a bag before leading you toward the door.
Your fingers curl around the knob, and twist and pullâ
and nothing. Confusion knots your brows together as you retrace your steps. Had you pushed or pulled it open? You can't quite recall, so you give it a firm push it insteadâ
and nothing. Again. The door stays closed.
"Need help there?" Irritation sparks within you, wishing your glare would eviscerate the obstinate door. Does Simon think himself funny? All you want is to go home, scrub yourself sparkling clean, and sleep until the late afternoon, but the door is conspiring against you. Good. Great, even.
"Bloody door," you grumble, "It won't open." Simon steps forward, unhurried, and twists the handle once, twiceâ
"Open sesame," he says, tone utterly flat and casual, and you snap your slackened jaw shut. "Oh for fuck's sake, Simon, keep your shit jokes," but the door opens with a click.
You're joking.
You're fucking joking.
It swings wide with a creak, and you glance around instinctively. Nothing out of placeâ just the usual drunken bodies flowing in and out, their laughter and slurred conversations blending into the background.
Simon drapes a heavy arm around your shoulders, large hand squeezing firm as he walks you out, and you trudge alongside, your gait sluggish, until a massive bulk stumbles into your path, and Simon quickly places himself between you and the drunken mass, both a protector and a threat.
The bloke is a guy with a row of thick hair that runs from his forehead to the nape of his neck, the sides clean shaven. "Sorry, bonnie, didnae mean ta-" limpid blue flashes to Simon, his thin-lipped smile stretches wideâ too wideâ flashing too many teeth for comfort, "bump into ye." He doesn't linger though, clodhopping his way back to the bar. There's a bold-lined tattoo on his nape, of a... revolver? A choice.
"Walk. I'll take ya home. Won't come in for a nightcap," the lines by his eyes becoming more pronounced. "Scouts 'onor." Simon pulls you along, and you're fighting off the sleep in your eyes when a man in a cap, his profile partially hidden by the brim, bumps his knuckles against Simon's shoulder, and curiosity outweighs your fatigue.
"Who's that?"
Simon grunts. "Security."
You don't remember having been frisked by security when you came in.
The crisp air outside bites your cheeks when you step out, and you're grateful for Simon's forethought as you tug the sides of his jacket closer to you, burying your nose into the collarâ it smells of cigarette smoke and him, musky and woodsyâ a quiet comfort. Sleep tugs at your eyelids, each step feeling heavier than the last as you make your way towards his vehicle.
The metal door groans as it opens, and he extends a hand, aiding you up when you squeeze it as you slur out a confession.
I missed you.
He doesn't falter in his movements as he guides both your feet inside, and his hands are steady as he adjusts the belt, buckle quietly clicking into place until he straightens, gaze dark and fluid as it lingers on you.
He runs the rough pad of his thumb along your bottom lip tenderly.
"I know, sweet'heart. Get some sleep."
The door closes with a firm but gentle push.
I know, he says. Exhaustion pulls at you, dragging you further away from consciousness. Bastard.
Simon doesn't wake you when he pulls up to your driveway, hooking an arm under your knees and the other around your waist to take you inside, your head lolling on his shoulder. Tomorrow, you'll ask him how he knows where you live, considering you moved for a new job months ago.
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#x f reader#just to play it safe#i wrote myself into a wall with the skirt thing lol#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley x you#cod smut#simon riley smut#simon riley#LAZY BEGINNING AND IM GONNA BE HONEST WITH YALL#I DONT CARE#IM ONLY GOOD FOR TWO THINGS#SMUT AND QUIPS#USELESS IN EVERY OTHER ASPECT OF LIFE
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
What if the team has slowly been finding out that Spencer has a girlfriend, so one day while on a case they basically play 20 questions trying to figure her out. However, Spencer is struggling to answer because heâs dating reader and she works with the BAU. (sorry if that isnât broad enough, I just wanted more of the secret relationship trope)
Dimple Deductions - S.R
summary: when morgan & jj notice spencer reid acting suspiciously happy, they do what they do best â profile him. unfortunately, spencer's biggest tell is your dimples pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: fluff, secret relationship, reader has dimples, morgan & jj being shit stirrers wc: 1.4k
Watching Spencer read feels vaguely inappropriate. His fingers ghost over the page before settling, skimming the text like he's absorbing it through sheer proximity. His lips part, just slightly, like he's tasting the words, rolling it over his tongue before swallowing it down, taking it apart, making it his. The cabin light catches in his hair, making his curls glow like some kind of bookish deity.
It's distracting, the way his throat bobs when he swallows, the unconscious flick of his lashes as his mind devours information faster than you can process a single thought.
He's mesmerizing in a way that feels almost unjust, a spectacle of intellect wrapped in a body far too beautiful for reason.
You don't even realize you're staring until he speaks.
"I will pay you to stop talking."
It's not aimed at you, Morgan and JJ are doing what they do best, picking apart his every move, but the sound of his voice breaks through you like a snapped thread, severing whatever trance you'd fallen into.
Morgan whistles, all amusement. "Now, why would you be so eager to change the subject, pretty boy?"
Spencer finally looks up, dragging his gaze upward with the slow resignation of a man who knows resistance is futile. He sighs, shaking his head.
"Because I value my peace?"
JJ grins, practically giddy now. "Too bad. We don't."
Your magazine is just a forgotten accessory now, lying stiff and ignored on your lap. Pulling your eyes from Spencer feels unnatural, but somehow, you manage.
You turn at last to JJ and Morgan, who are, without question, enjoying this way too much.
"What exactly are you guys talking about?" you ask, flipping the magazine with indifference, as if that somehow proves you'd been deeply invested in its pages and not making heart-eyes at Spencer.
JJ's eyes gleam with unfiltered delight. "Oh, just that Spencer here has been acting different lately."
"Suspiciously different," Morgan corrects, side-eyeing Spencer. "Relaxed. Preoccupied. Dare I say... a little too happy?"
"So, let me get this straight, you're bullying him for being in a good mood?" You cross your arms, biting your lip to keep from laughing, while Spencer looked genuinely offended.
Morgan stretches his arms behind his head, looking quite pleased with himself. "We're observing."
Spencer, who returns his gaze to his book, doesn't even flinch. "It's harassment."
"Wait. Wait." JJ points at Spencer, squinting. "Are you seeing someone?"
You tell yourself to be cool. Unbothered. Just another face in the crowd, a neutral bystander in this totally-not-terrifying conversation. You even try to breathe like you're not on high alert, but your body immediately mutinies, shoulders locking up, throat tightening, nerves snapping taut like piano wire.Â
A single stupid, microscopic flinch that must, on some subconscious profiler level, set off JJ's internal alarm bells. Because she looks at you.
It's quick, so quick you almost miss it, but you feel it like a pinprick of static against your skin. A flick of her eyes, a fleeting brush of attention, there and then gone.Â
Just as swiftly, she's back on Spencer.
Across from you, Spencer freezes for half a second. It's subtle enough that if you weren't staring at him, directly, shamelessly, obsessively, you might have missed it entirely.
Instead, you watch as he carefully schools his expression, turns a page, as if it matters, as if you couldn't see the calculations running in that big, brilliant brain, trying to find the most efficient escape route.Â
And then, with a levelness that would be impressive if it weren't so obviously practiced, he finally says, "I don't see how that's relevant."
Morgan's smile is positively wolfish. The kind of smile that spells out, he smells blood in the water. "Oh, so that's a yes."
You watch Spencer. Closely. Nothing. Just that calm, emotionally bankrupt expression as he lifts his gaze, eyes so flat, so opaque, they may as well be made of glass.
"That's an assumption."
But Morgan isn't buying it. And then, he leans in. Hands clasped. You already know where this is going.
"Alright. First question. Is she blonde?"
"I am not doing this," Spencer says flatly.
"So... not blonde."
JJ taps her fingers against the table. "Brunette, then?"
Spencer exhales through his nose, all restrained patience, all carefully manufactured impassiveness. If you didn't know better, you'd think he still wasn't affected by the topic of conversation.
But you do know better.
He does this thing, barely a tell, not noticeable to an unloved eye, where his jaw tenses just slightly, the muscle feathering like a tremor beneath his skin. It's the same thing he does when you're being particularly difficult, when you're testing him, teasing him, saying something so unserious that he refuses to dignify it with anything more than this.
"This is ridiculous."
"You being weird about it is way more suspicious than just answering." Morgan shrugs.
Spencer clamps his mouth shut so hard, it's a miracle his teeth don't crack.
"Freckles?"
Spencer just presses two fingers to his temple like the headache they are causing him has officially become chronic. "This is â as I have said â harassment."
Morgan smirks. "Dimples?"
It stops Spencer mid-motion, like a misfire.
His fingers twitch, pull away from his temple, then hesitate midair, caught between freezing and fixing whatever just broke his expression. His mouth presses into a firm, flat line, but not before he falters, just once, lips parting like a reflexive inhale of shock he didn't mean to take.
JJ practically convulses, hands flying to her mouth as she gasps. "Oh my god, she has dimples!"
"See that? That was a pause, man. You're cooked."
Spencer snaps his book shut, the sound sharp, final, entirely too loud.Â
His gaze cuts to you, like maybe he's checking to see if you're as deeply mortified as he is, and then he's back on Morgan and JJ.
"Even if, she hypothetically â had dimples, that means absolutely nothing," he starts, too fast, too precise, like he's clinging to logic as a life raft. "Dimples are present in roughly 20-30% of the population. That is millions of people. Trying to deduce someone's identity from that alone is not only statistically absurd, but frankly, beneath you."
Morgan and JJ exchange a look, one of those wordless, holy shit did he just say that? looks.
"So there is someone's identity to deduce?"Â
A pause. A smirk.
"And she has dimples?"
They had kept going. Of course they had.Â
More questions, each one shot off like a bullet with no time to dodge. What's her favorite colors? Does she drink coffee or tea? Dogs or cats? Landmine. Landmine. Landmine.
What does she do for work?
That last one had been dangerously close to blowing your cover.
Spencer had paused. Just long enough for you to panic. Long enough for your reflexes to kick in (literally), and you'd kicked him, hard enough in the shin under the table to snap him out of it. He'd blinked once, then shrugged, as casual as ever.Â
Something intellectually stimulating, he'd said.
Which was, technically, not a lie.Â
And Morgan and JJ had finally, finally let up after a while, though not before making sure Spencer left with at least three lingering smirks, two unsubtle eyebrow raises, and one last dig at his mysteriously happy mood.
It had been exhausting, but that was a tomorrow problem, because now you were home.Â
Spencer's couch was too big for him but just right for you, and at some point, you had stopped being separate from him altogether, folded yourself into every available space he had left vacant, legs draped over his, arms wrapped loosely around his waist, cheeks smushed against his chest.Â
It wasn't cuddling so much as absorbing him, your entire body molding to his like a particularly determined barnacle.
"You really almost sold us out there," you murmur, basically burrowed into his sweater. Your face is half-hidden, mostly because you are simply too tired to function, but also because he deserves to be shamed for this.
"The dimples, Spencer? Really?"
Spencer sighs, his chest rising and falling beneath you, fingers brushing over your spine. "I canât help it. I really like your dimples."
You squint up at him. "Yeah, I noticed."
Spencer's lips twitch, just the faintest pull at the corners, like he's not entirely willing to let it happen. "They're cute."
His thumb presses into the hollow of your cheek, just barely, just enough to test it. Like he's confirming that, yes, it's real, it exists, and it belongs to him now.
Before you can roll your eyes and tell him to stop being ridiculous, he leans in.
And kisses it.
Like he's stamping his approval.
You let out a slow, lazy sigh as he pulls back, stretching out against him. "You really need to work on your poker face."
Spencer hums. "You think so?"
"I know so," you tease, shifting just enough to get a good look at him. "I mean, if I had been interrogated like that, I wouldn't have cracked."
His brows lift. "Oh really?"
"Not even a little."
You should have seen it coming, the way his fingers tighten at your waist, the way something sharp and knowing flickers behind those honey-brown eyes, but you don't.
Not until you're flat on your back with the couch swallowing you whole and Spencer braced over you, grinning in pure satisfaction.
"Oh?" His voice is smooth, as he leans in just a little closer, close enough that the warmth of his breath kisses your skin. âSo if I decided to test that theory â ask you a few things â you wouldnât crack?â
Your stomach flips.
"...That's not what I meant."
Spencer's laughter is soft but wicked, full of certainty, full of amusement at your expense. His fingers trace absentminded shapes against your hip, a contrast to the sharp intent in his voice.
"Mm. Too bad." His voice dips lower. "Because I already know you would."
Your part your lips to argue, but no sound comes out.
"See?" he murmurs, brushing his lips over your jaw. "Cracking already."
đ masterlist taglist has been disbanned! if you want to get updates about my writings follow and turn notifications on for my account strictly for reblogging my works! @mariasreblogs
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid secret relationship#doctor spencer reid#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds one shot#đș maria writes
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Tough As NailsâSave A Horse, Ride A Cowboy!
thinking about cowboy!simon riley⊠MDNI | part one |
next ->
He had become a nuisance. A pest, a headache. Every single adjective you can think of to describe a pain in the ass he was.
Your father's ranch hand, whom he hired all of six months ago, had become something of a bother, an inconvenience to you. He was annoying and stubborn. Narrowed his eyes at you too often for your liking. Scoffed when you would correct him. And scolded you when you would have people on the property when your parents would leave townâeven going so far as to kick your guests off the property altogether.
But tonight would be different; it was the Fourth of July. You would happily throw your party in the barn your family owns, on the property they own. You weren't going to let him order you around tonight.
"What the hell is all of this?" Simon seethed, taking in the concrete floor covered in empty beer bottles and spilled grain. His booming voice caused some partygoers to straighten up, though no one dared to speak.
He clenched his jaw at the lack of cooperation. "Huh?" He paused, his fists clenching so hard they began to turn white.
"So, no one can speak?" He walked over to a guy sitting on a bale of hay, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him off the hay tossing him aside.
"Get the fuck off my hay." He gritted to the guy.
"Where is she?" All he could think about was the little pain in his ass who was responsible for this. The guy he pulled off the hay immediately pointed towards an old wooden outhouse away from the barn.
Simon rolled his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. "If I come back and any of you are still here." He looked over everyone.
"I will not hesitate to shoot you for trespassing."
Safe to say, everyone in the barn scrambled out of the barn at that very second. Simon turned on his heels and stalked over to the outhouse, where he saw you leaning up against the outside with a guy's hands roaming your body, making out.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" You jumped at the sound of his voice, pushing the guy on you off your body.
"Simâ"
"Don't." He moved closer, standing directly in front of you, pointing his finger at you. "Don't Simon me."
"It's the Fourth of July, Simon. Lighten up."
"Do you realize your idiot friends spilled hundreds of dollars worth of grain and fucked with your dad's equipment?" All he had to do was glance at the guy just kissing you for him to go scurrying off.
"Shit, I shouldn't have left them alone. I wasn't thinking."Â You curse, looking up at him to meet his eyes.
"Ya, you're right."Â He stepped closer.
âYou don't think." He gritted out before continuing.
"You're impulsive. Reckless."
Your eyes widen at his words. Who does this guy think he is? "Don't forget you work for me."
He lets out a deep, dry chuckle. "Actually, I work for your dad."Â
"Whatever."Â You scoff as you take a step to walk past him.
"We are not done talking." He reaches out to grab your wrist; you swiftly turn your head to look up at him.
"I'm done listening to you."Â You grit out, eyes full of anger.
"Oh, is that it?"Â He scoffs out as you take a step away, only to trip over a wide hole in the ground, making both of you topple over, him falling on top of you. He's quick to plant a hand on the ground before, so his entire body weight isn't on you.
After you recognize the pain from the fall, you look up at Simon, who's on top of you, eyes boring into yours. Your pulse increases at the proximity, and your breath becomes more shallow.
His eyes blazed with fury, yours full of irritation. You can't help but glance at his lips, hovering not too far away from your own. This little action made him lose it. His self-control was already hanging on by a single thread, and the look you gave was what finally cut through. His lips crashed onto yours with such force that it took your air away.
It wasn't gentle or tender. It was desperation, months of built-up vexation. It was downright sinful.
You gasp once his lips meet yours but quickly return the sentiment. Your hands move to glide through his light hair, gently tugging on the roots, making him groan.
He yanks his cowboy hat off as he grips your waist to flip you so you are now on top of him, straddling his waist as he sits up.
"I thought you didn't like me."Â You smugly remark as he connects his lips to the side of your neck, and his hands start undoing buttons on your top.
"Like has nothing to do with this." He murmurs into your neck, lightly nipping at your sensitive skin, making you sigh.
"Keep telling yourself that, Cowboy." You jest, grabbing the back of his neck bringing him back up to your lips, already greedy for another taste of him.
He continues working on undoing your top buttons as his tongue collides with yours, and your teeth graze his own.
He cups your breast over the fabric of your bra as soon as he gets the buttons undone, making you whimper. His hand slips down to grip the fat of your ass as he leans in so his lips are lightly grazing your ear.
"You do it on purpose, don't you?"Â You could feel the roughness of his voice so close to your ear. You leaned into his lips grazing your ear.
"Do what?"Â You breathe out as his hand roams from your ass to the front of your belt, gently unclasping your belt buckle.
"You playin' dumb now?"Â He questioned, gently nipping at your ear lobe. The sensation made you let out a low moan before roughly grabbing his face and connecting your lips back to his.
He matched your hungry kiss, reciprocating an even hungrier one of his own as he tossed your belt off to the side and slid off your pitiful excuse for jean shorts down past your thighs.
He quickly undid his belt buckle and threw it off to the side, sliding his jeans down.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."Â You breathe out, reaching between the two of you to release him from the confines of his boxers.
His mouth went dry at your touch. "Do what exactly?"Â He choked out as you carefully pumped him up and down.
"Ride you."Â You casually said as you slipped your already-soaked thong to the side to accommodate him. He could have come at your words. He almost did, but a quick relay of the steps to clean an AR-15 suppressed the urge.Â
You grip him and slip him inside your dripping cunt, hissing at the contact. He grips your hips and gently sinks you lower, groaning as you grind into him.Â
He brought his face closer to plant deep, wet kisses on your lips before groaning into your mouth as you continued your movements. "Fuck. Just like that."Â
Your entire body erupted with goosebumps, and your nipples hardened at the sentiment. You grip his shoulders tightly, but before you pick up your pace, you hear a familiar truck pulling up to the gate of your family's ranch.
"Is thatâ"Â You begin before he thrusts into you, making you moan and throw your head back.
"So fuckin' sensitive."Â He leaned into your exposed neck and licked a strip up to your lips that were slightly parted.Â
"Better come quick, sweetheart."Â He pants, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, fingers digging into the tender flesh on your hips.Â
"Wouldn't want your parents to see you riding me. Would you now?"Â You let out a pathetic whimper, bringing your hand down to swirl circles on your aching clit, while he wraps a strong arm around your waist to hold you in place as he drills himself into you.
Each thurst, each swirl of your finger, made you feel a sense of nirvana you didn't even know was possible to get to. It was pure bliss. That and his dirty tongue were spewing such filthy words that were making you wetter than you ever knew was possible.
"Tell me you're about to come becauseââ His pleading voice sends a final wave of heat through you.
"Fuck. Yes, I'm coming."Â You yelp, slipping your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light roots again. He silently curses as he comes, gripping you tighter and pressing your chest against his own.
By the time both of your orgasms subside, he silently and gently eases you up to assist you in pulling your thong and jean shorts back on. Then, he casually fixes his jeans and grabs his belt to put back on.
You glance at him, picking up his cowboy hat from the ground and carefully wiping off some dirt that had gotten on it. Though he doesn't slip it back on his head, as a shock to you, he places the hat on your head. It was a little big on you, so it fell a bit more in the front, slightly covering your eyes.
"Keep it.â He says, bending down to pick up your belt and buckle, gently slipping it around your waist and clasping it. He gently pats the buckle clasped in the front, then looks down at you before speaking.
"You earned it."
a/n: who the fuck even wrote this
divider!
reblogs & comments are encouraged!
#ËÊâĄÉË: rylea writes#call of duty#cod x reader#fanfic#simon riley#cod#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost cod#cod ghost#ghost simon riley#ghost call of duty#ghost mw2#simon riley cod#simon riley x reader#simon riley call of duty#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley imagine#simon riley fanfic#ghost fanfic#ghost smut#simon ghost riley x you#cowboy riley#I KNOW THATS RIGHT#ghost x reader#ghost fanfiction#simon riley is a cowboy#simon riley ghost
5K notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi hi!! I recently read your HCs of âkissin him stupidâ With the housewardens and I was wondering if itâs possible to request the same thing but with the vice housewardens + ruggie? If not then you can just ignore this, thanks in advance! <33
kissin him stupid pt. 2
w/ trey, ruggie, jade, jamil, rook, & lilia
in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.
(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)
tysm for this request - i didnt know if i wanted to do a part two but if the audience seeks more i shall deliver, and i decided to take jamil's a slightly different route, it's all the same in the end
part one!

trey removes and folds his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. he falls back onto his bed with a defeated sigh.
the mattress dips as you sit beside him, mocking his sigh. he shuts his eyes and smiles, playfully swatting at you like a pestering fly in the summer heat.Â
âlong day?â you turn to sit more comfortably.Â
âyou have no idea.âÂ
âi think i do. you may go prematurely grey dealing with ace and deuce alone, i can imagine adding literally anyone else into the equation would probably drive anyone crazy.â you reach over, smoothing your thumb between his eyebrows, watching as they unfurrow under your touch. trey grabs your hand and kisses the palm.Â
he sighs again, and you think this is your chance to drive him a little more crazy. you feel for the lipstick in your pocket, and apply it as quietly as you can as you listen to trey recount his day.Â
you hum in agreement, shifting closer so youâre not awkwardly leaning around his head and grab both of his hands, caging them in one of your own. he could easily escape your makeshift prison but he doesnât. as he attempts to open his eyes, you cover them with your free hand, rendering him more sightless than he was without his glasses.Â
you brush your lips slightly against treyâs, then move to kiss his cheek, down to his jaw, then up to his forehead. you remove your hand from his eyes, knowing he understands your goal. trey purses his lips, trying to hide the smile that threatens to break out.Â
you brush some hair off his forehead and kiss it again, then under his eye, and the other. you notice heâs wriggled his hands free of your hold when an arm wraps around you, pulling you inches closer.Â
trey leans his forehead against yours, transferring some of the lip marks onto you, âdid you know youâre worse than the first years combined?â
you lean back, gasping dramatically. âhow rude! for that,â you turn your back completely to him, âi think iâm done here.âÂ
he grabs a handful of the back of your sweater, pulling you back, âhey nowâŠâÂ
ââheyâ yourself,â you say, smiling stupidly at his somewhat messy appearance.Â
trey pulls you down further, kissing your cheek, âi surely wouldnât let them do this, would i?â
you know he meant for that to be cute and meaningful, but you canât help but drive him a little further towards the edge of insanity, âwell, i would hope not? that would be a little awkward.â trey groans as you snicker.Â
you know he likes you.

ruggie will do just about anything for the right price, everyone knows that. you seem to think that youâve got his code cracked as he stands in the middle of the ramshackle kitchen utterly speechless because youâve got him to leave savanaclaw, come all the way here, just to open an already opened jar of olives.Â
well, you needed an excuse to try on your newest gift from grims grubby, thieving paws.Â
ruggie turns to place the jar down, still wondering why he needed to be the one to get it open. while heâs pondering to himself about your choices, you call out to him from just outside the door, âyou done?âÂ
âuh, yeah. why did i need-â heâs stopped by you as he passes through the door frame, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him to you.Â
he stumbles but regains himself swiftly, eyes narrowed in confusion. he doesnât have time to question you again as you let his shirt go, and wrap an arm around his neck, bringing him to perfect height. you start pecking swift kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. ruggie hesitates momentarily, unsure of whatâs going on, why youâre suddenly kissing him a lot, and were your lips always that red? noâŠ
he grabs onto your shoulders and pushes back lightly, attaining new open inches between the two of you, and examines your face. he knew he wasnât crazy. âwhere dâya get the lipstick?âÂ
you shrug, âgrim, i guess?âÂ
âyou guess?â you nod, attempting to return to attacking showering ruggie with affection, but he stops you once again. âwait, wait. what is this?âÂ
âi know you donât do things for free, itâs reasonable! and i kind of just wanted a reason to kissalloveryourface.â you hide behind your hand by the end of your sentence, trying to make it as inaudible as possible, but with the flush that takes over ruggieâs cheeks, you know heâs heard you loud and clear.Â
âyouâre⊠insufferable.âÂ
âbut you like me!â

jadeâs bicoloured eyes follow from his desk chair as you walk circles around his room, talking his ear off about one thing or the other. you plunge your hand into your pocket and fiddle with the items you brought along, only to wing your arm out again to dramatically accentuate your sentence.Â
the cycle breaks when jade grabs your attention, motioning for you to come closer. you sputter, trying to focus your mind from your tangent back to calm. your hand finds the tube in your pocket once again.Â
when youâre close enough to arms length, jade reaches out, âwhat do you keep playing with?â he gently grasps the wrist of the hand in your pocket, revealing the black tube in your hand.
a smile creeps up onto your lips as you un-cap the lipstick and apply it swiftly before jade can fully process what it is. though heâs quick and observant, heâs taken slightly aback as he wasnât expecting the rich red makeup. itâs not everyday either of you have reason to get dressed up, and as far as jadeâs scary good memory goes, thereâs nothing planned for tonight.Â
âit was a⊠gift of sorts. can i?âÂ
jade narrows his eyes slightly, but nods nonetheless, trusting youâre not planning his imminent demise. you place a stabilizing hand on the arm of his desk chair and use the other to move aside the long black strand of hair the left side of his face. you place a kiss under the spot the strand covers, but you donât stop. you trail across his forehead, down his nose and press a kiss to the corner of his lips.Â
you lean back slightly, and are met with jadeâs features covered in a light, rosy flush. a sharp toothy grin spreads across his lips as he drags you back, stealing a red-stained kiss, making you gasp.Â
âoh, no you donât,â you mutter as you attempt to continue your kiss-ambush. jade throws his hands up in defeat, allowing you to smudge the red makeup all around his face.Â
jadeâs eyes shut as you press your lips against him more and more, until heâs more kiss than eel.Â
he chuckles when he figures youâre not stopping, âokay, okay⊠i think iâm more red than iâve ever been.âÂ
you lean back again, ready to protest but you realize that heâs right. thereâs more smudges and stains on his face than bare skin. you grab the tube and examine it, thereâs got to be some warning on here that says âsuper, extremely smudging.â or ânot transfer proofâ because you now have first hand experience with its ability.

jamil runs a hand through his hair, lightly tugging out a tangle near the end as he watches you through the reflection of your vanity mirror. the delicate, white wooden desk was a gift from vil after the SDC and STYX affairs. he had planned to gift you something of the sorts but it was put on a⊠temporary hold after he was taken.Â
what vil didnât disclose was that heâd left a tray of different makeup items in one of the drawers with a note, just in case youâd ever like to try your hand. many thanks, vil.Â
thanks to the sneaky housewarden, you have a fabulous idea for the unsuspecting serpentine vice sitting on your bed. you turn on the short bench seat to jamil, giving a small nod of approval. you assume itâs because of the red lipstick that you chose to show off.Â
you beckon him closer, across your decently sizable room. he raises a brow but complies anyways. once heâs within arms reach, you grab onto the front of his sweater, pulling him close enough to lean up and kiss his cheek, leaving a perfectly shaped mark.Â
heat instantly rushes to jamilâs face as he frees himself from your grasp and covers his face. he averts his eyes, looking anywhere but you, and it has you thinking what you did was wrong. he quickly notices your concern and starts to feel guilty for reacting how he did but it really caught him off guard.Â
while jamilâs turning gears in his head, you realize heâs flustered. extremely flustered. embarrassed, even.Â
you stand, taking a tentative step towards jamil as if heâs a skittish animal that may bolt if you move too quickly. when he makes no move to back away further, you remove the hands from his face, snickering.Â
you slowly press another kiss to his heated face, then another, and another one until his cheeks are covered and jamilâs attempting to hide himself inside the collar of his sweater.Â
he wants to hide himself away, to reach out and never let go, ask for more, and run away all at once, or none at the same time. jamilâs conflicted, but the one thing he does know is that he gets to be selfish, and heâll take all he can get.

rook takes your face in his hands, gently examining the purple lipstick swatches over your lips. âi think this colour is the best one, so far!â he exclaims with excitement. you turn to face the mirror, the colour reminds you of the one vil usually wears.Â
ârookâŠâ you face him again, he hums.âyouâre not favouring this one because itâs the same as a certain housewarden, are you?âÂ
colour instantly rushes to his face, âah, non! i simply think it is a lovely colour.â suuuure.
âwell,â you wipe the purple lipstick off and reach into your pocket. âi have a colour suggestion.â rook eyes the tube as you apply it evenly across your lips, a pleasant hum escapes as he takes in the velvety colour.Â
you wait a moment as he intently examines the red lipstick with a raised eyebrow, âso?â you question.Â
âcâest magnifique! where did you get it?â you shrug. rook begins to ramble off about⊠something you donât quite understand. you reach over, taking a hold of his collar and bring him to your height, pressing a kiss to his lips, effectively halting his oncoming tangent.Â
rook falters for half of a second, and you take that opportunity to pull him back again, kissing his cheeks.Â
you feel his hand snake around your neck, urging you to continue the assault on his features, so you do. you kiss where you can reach, his forehead, nose, lips again, before rookâs practically falling backwards in a fit of childish giggles.Â
you have to hold onto the front of his shirt so he doesnât actually fall back into his vanity.Â
rook calms himself enough to take in his disheveled reflection. he tilts his face around, and starts pointing out the spots you missed.Â
somewhat shocked, you press kisses where his finger lands, and heâs never been happier. what an odd guy, this rook hunt. but heâs your odd guy, who loves you and your lipstick kisses very, very much.

you lounge across liliaâs cluttered bed as he plays some first-person shooter game that looks unappealing. he strategically moves his little character around, avoiding enemies and wiping out the opposing team with practiced ease, while occasionally opening and replying to his online friend between kills or matches.Â
swiping on magicam has begun to get boring so you decide bothering lilia is a better idea.Â
it starts with throwing a pencil at him. then a random stone you found on the floor, then coming up behind him and pushing around his wheeled chair. he swats you away like youâre some fly, trying to pester him to death while he attempts to concentrate. you back away, acting as if youâve gotten the hint to leave him to his game, but no.Â
you feel for the tube in your pocket and apply the lipstick quickly. you return to liliaâs side, innocently watching as he blasts through other players like theyâre nothing. each time he eliminates someone you press a kiss to a new spot on his face. heâs too focused to realize youâre leaving red stains behind, which makes it funnier to you.Â
his concentration breaks when the round concludes, and he turns to you. only then does lilia realize youâve been leaving lipstick marks over his face. he reaches up and wipes a finger across his cheek, examining the colour, with a defeated- yet smug- smile.Â
you continue as the next round starts but you stop just as his nose scrunches and the screen reads game over, âyou really know how to get on an old man's nerves, donât you?âÂ
âoh, youâre not that old.âÂ
lilia opens his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it, âin fae years.âÂ
you both laugh as he shuts his monitor off, ânow, whereâs that lipstick?â
âno.â

self indulgent pt 2!!! (sorry for how long this took, anon, i actually don't know why. and ignore if there's any weird formatting problems, i fought with this post too much to care UGH)
masterlist
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#trey clover#trey clover x reader#trey x reader#ruggie bucci x reader#ruggie bucchi#ruggie x reader#jade leech#jade leech x reader#jade x reader#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#jamil x reader#rook hunt#rook hunt x reader#rook x reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia x reader#x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text


KILLER? I BARELY KNOW HER! FUSHIGURO TOJI / M!READER
summary. shadows of your past catch up to you â but you're the strongest, and there's nothing you can't handle.
wc. 5.5k
tags. smut | top reader, bottom toji. mentions of underage drinking. sorcerer + teacher reader, enemies-to-lovers (with extra steps), sorta sugar baby toji/rich reader, doggystyle + missionary, mentions of exhibitionism + filming, unprotected sex, brief degradation (r. receiving), brief breeding kink, implied shower sex
notes. every dark-haired male jjk character deserves a silly and illogically powerful best friend with whom they have romantic tension :3 you're him. literally.
The pleasant chime of the doorbell echoes throughout your home. You're not expecting anyone.
You know you should be careful. In fact, you shouldn't be staring at the back of the front door at all. Opening it would ruin the carefully put-together façade of the closed-curtain windows and dark rooms.
Maybe you're tired, and you forget, moving on instinct. Maybe you're bored.
Maybe you're hopeful.
The door inches open, and a man looks up from where he'd been staring listlessly at the flower-spotted bushes lining the patch of green between the entrance and the driveway. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, and his eyes are dark, flickering with an emotion you can't quite catch before it flutters away.
"Toji?" you say, the surprise in your voice teetering on warmth. "Hey..."
"Hey," he replies â exhales, really, something like a hum. He reaches up by his shoulder, the action too familiar for you not to stiffen, but he just rubs the back of his neck, stretching out the cricks of his body. "So. New place, huh?"
Your hand rests behind the door. He knows better than to expect it to be empty. "Old, technically. It was my first property purchase."
He tilts his head. "Yeah? When did you get it?"
"Fifteen. A birthday present for myself â a gift for surviving another year of high school. And curses, I guess. Surviving them was way worse because getting their blood in my mouth made me want to die."
He scoffs, and the raised scar over the corner of his lips shifts with his amusement. "Fifteen... And what does a teenager do with a house?"
You shrug. "Drink. Party. Pirate movies. The usual."
"Hah. Sounds like you were a fun kid." Toji scuffs the toe of his sandals against the ground absently. Then he rolls his neck and sighs. "Look, I didn't come all the way here to talk history. Long-ass way out, too, so just let me in."
Lifting an eyebrow, you give him a once-over that feels keener than it should be. "Are you here to kill me?"
"What, you think I'm here for that bounty? Who do you think I am?"
"Don't blame me. You seem very well aware of it."
"Isn't worth the effort for the price. 'Sides, you've given me more than that over the years, haven't you? I like to keep my options open, and it seems to me like it's a better investment to keep you alive."
"You talk as if you could kill me at all," you mutter, a little disdainfully, but it dissipates swiftly when Toji cracks a smirk, so familiar and entwined deeply with your favourite memories. The breeze stirs lightly, and Toji's hair ruffles, almost blue in the sunlight.
"Couldn't I? You're the one who runs away."
"Yeah, after immobilising you. Not a lot of fun to be had if you're dead as a doornail. Say â how deep are you in the jujutsu world? You must be rusty. I'd be willing to help you train."
"You'd help me kill your fellow sorcerers?" He chuckles and arches a brow. "I'll have you know I'm looking at a contract worth thirty million from a bunch of religious crazies."
"Peanuts." You wave a dismissive hand. "Now that I mention it, I'm getting complacent, too... I could use the challenge. Keep in contact with me and I'll pay you double."
"You're paying me to use my body?"
"Your words, not mine."
He holds your gaze steadily for a while, and despite his airy voice, his eyes are thoughtful. "Let's not talk business on your doorstep. Lost your manners, have you?"
Finally, your shoulders loosen, and the tension in your body vanishes. With a soft chuckle, you pull the door open further and step aside. "Don't make me regret this."
"Please," he says, slipping out of his sandals and into your home. "You never do."
Zenin. Fushiguro. The Sorcerer Killer. All of his names, all of his history, and yet, to you, he is just your baby â your Toji. It'd be embarrassing if he cared enough to be embarrassed, he thinks as you draw him into a rib-shattering hug. Instead, he feels smug.
Before that Gojo kid, there was you. It wasn't a position you were born for â like the kid was â but you trained your way up and eventually found yourself most suited for the role, all but waltzing into it â because what youth wouldn't want to be number one? It was almost gross, your selflessness and single-minded ambition, and Toji knew how that sort of mindset made the people in power feel. They commissioned him for your death at one point, after all.
It was fun. You were both so young: dancing around each other's weapons as if it was all a stage, chasing each other's clues like a couple of dogs running after a bone. Still â you were society's best, the cream of the crop, and for you to be his, of all people, was a selfish triumph he indulged in too many times to count.
His hands creep up beneath your baggy shirt as he leans up to kiss you, tongue slipping between your lips to share in the taste of some expensive whisky he can't name. He hums â a low, rumbling sound, like a tiger chuffing â as his fingers bump over thick, warm muscle.
Blood and bone. That's what you all are, when it comes down to it.
"You should wear tighter clothes," he murmurs against your lips. "Less to grab in a fight."
The backs of his thighs press into the edge of the kitchen bench, where a forgotten glass of water sits â the remnant of your half-hearted attempt at being a good host while his lips found your neck.
You huff. "A 'fight', huh? I wasn't expecting one."
"You should always expect a fight. While you're at it, always expect to lose. Stops you from being disappointed."
"Sounds pessimistic."
"That's the price we pay for being good at what we do."
"As if you pay for anything, Toji."
He chuckles. He drops the hem of your shirt before sliding his palms up your chest â what a tease â and cupping your face. His hands are warm, callused, thrumming with lifeblood. He sweeps his thumb absently over your cheek, committing every pore of your face to memory. You have the urge to pull away, look down, like a schoolboy with a crush â but Toji's hands are firm.
"C'mon, at least look me in the eye before we kick this off. You that ashamed of me?"
Startled, your gaze flicks up to his. Instead of the half-wry look you expect, he smirks and pulls you in to meet his lips. His fingers interlace loosely at the nape of your neck, caging you in place, and you have no choice but to bend to his whim.
"Stupid," you mutter against his lips, mostly to yourself. "Stop playing with my feelings, Toji â that's manipulative. You're breaking my heart here."
Rather than pulling away himself, he pushes you away, a palm flat on your chest but without any real power. It remains there as he leans back against the stone countertop. "My bad, baby. It's just funny."
"Funnier than you calling this," you gesture between your chests, "something to 'kick off' after... how many years? If you weren't all over me seconds ago, I'd think you came over for a beer and a game."
He lifts his hands in teasing surrender at your accusatory tone. "All right. We'll fuck, then. Maybe include some heavy petting for the B-roll, if you're up for it. Sound good?"
You cross your arms over your chest and muster up a suitable amount of annoyance for a glare. Toji finds it hard to take you seriously â what with your dumb jokes and ridiculous inclination towards flashy fighting â so to him, it's more of a pout. "So, you got lonely without me, huh? Yeah, nah. We're not filming ourselves."
"Hm." It's not a yes, but it's not a disagreement, either. "Why not? It'd be hot."
"I'm a teacher, Toji," you remind him, clicking your tongue when he shrugs, one hand on his hip. "I don't want that kind of thing to exist. If it got out..."
"So you are ashamed of me," he mutters. He steps forward to grab your hands when you start to protest, visibly distressed. He snickers. "Kidding, kidding. Fuck, it's fun to play with you. You don't care about the other one, then? The one from the abandoned restaurant?"
"Wellâ" Your breath stutters when Toji absently compares hand sizes and laces your fingers together. You watch as he aligns four of his fingers against your ring finger specifically, one at a time as if comparing again, but this time...
"Well?" he prompts, his grin broadening. His shaggy hair falls across his eyes as he tilts his head.
"Well, I don't look like I did ten years ago, and as far as I know, my face isn't in it..." All logic scatters like leaves in the wind when he looks up at you through his lashes, that playful, pretty smirk of his tugging at your heartstrings just right. It's like the years never passed. You swallow. "I-It was different," you finish lamely.
Toji's eyes flicker down to your lips. With a flick of his wrist, he twists a hand in your collar and tugs you down so that your faces are inches apart. Your chests collide roughly. He doesn't seem to care, his gaze trained on you with a heavy, smoky intensity. "Fine. If you won't let me film it, you better make it memorable. I'll decide later if it was worth coming here for."
â
Toji should have known you were serious when you pulled the bedframe about six inches out from the wall. He'd laughed at first, insulting you for such uptight behaviour regarding something as boring as walls, but you'd just dragged him to the bed with a roll of your eyes.
With how loud he was moaning, you could only be glad that he didn't find you at your apartment property.
"Toji," you breathe, your gaze trapped on the tight, firm ass ricocheting off your hips. Your grip tightens. "Toji."
"Fuuuck," he drawls as his cock throbs, prying his eyes open to narrow them at you over his shoulder. Lust has turned the usual green of them nearly black. "What?" he bites out.
"I missed you. Missed this. Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight."
He lets out a throaty chuckle, turning back around to rest his head on his forearms. With a shift of your hips, your cock punches his prostate, over and over, and his eyes roll back briefly, a pleased groan rumbling from the depths of his stomach. His dick pulses and swings uselessly between his muscular thighs.
"M-Men are all the same," he grumbles. You click your tongue, though you don't miss the way an involuntary moan makes him stutter.
"Awful way to greet an old friend, you know. I thought you were smarter than that. Try being nicer," you slam your hips forward, making his eyes fly open with a gasp, "and you'll get what you want."
His skin prickles when you glide a warm hand up his side and come to rest it upon his shoulder, holding him down with just enough strength to make his muscles flex to fight it. Your thumb rubs little circles into the back of his neck, tracing the dips of his shoulders until you find what you're looking for. You dig into the taut muscle, making him wince.
"Stressed?" you hum, and your voice is gentle. Gentler than he deserves. "Is it money problems again?"
Something like guilt stirs in his belly, but a well-angled thrust has his thoughts unravelling. "No."
"No?"
"No," he repeats. You hum in response and don't push the matter further.
Your hand lifts from his shoulder, and already he can feel the stiffness returning. Damn those God-hands of yours. He finds himself arching back, bracing against the bed, in an effort to return your hands to their rightful place.
You hush him sweetly, pressing your chest to his back and burying your face in the crook of his neck. The angle has the shaft of your heavy cock pressed right up against his prostate and his body jolts with the fiery burn of pleasure, his knuckles turning white as he fists the sheets. "No need to chase me anymore. Not going anywhere. 'M right here, baby."
Toji manages to scoff, and his voice is steadier than he expects. "Not chasin' you, asshole."
"Yeah? Then what do you call showing up at my door as you did, unannounced?"
"Welfare check."
You roll your eyes. "I hate you."
You punctuate your sentence by yanking his hips back on your cock, the wet squelch of lube and precome making him shudder. Despite the rough treatment, a moan tumbles from his lips, and he laughs, loose and breathy.
"Fuck me like it, then," he dares, knocking his temple gently against yours.
One hand lifts to card through his hair. He groans softly as your nails scrape his scalp, but his eyes fly wide open as you grab a fistful and tug, wrenching him up to kneel. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip as you wrap your hand around his leaking cock, jerking him off at the same pace as you fuck into him â he swears he sees stars as your thumb and index finger twist roughly around his swollen tip. His cock squelches in your fist, bubbles of precome sliding down his tip and smearing across your palm.
"Fucker," he snarls, ceasing his split second of flailing to grip your hip and thigh. You'd consider it painful if you hadn't also had the pleasure of being stabbed, slashed, shot, and bitten. "Nngh â so fuckin' bigâ"
"Going back on our word, are we, honey?" you say slyly, twisting your fist up and down his wet cock. "Tsk, tsk, Toji... so forgetful. I'd say you're getting old."
You glide a fingernail up the line of his vein, making his hips stutter and forcing another curse to slip from his lips, and you dig the tip of your finger roughly into his leaking slit. He moans and his back arches against your hold as your throbbing cock easily slides deep into him, the harsh, rapid smack of your balls against his ass almost disorienting.
He shudders. The heat of his body pulls his skin too tight, makes his tongue heavy and clumsy. Your hands are not quite soft â years of weapons training and hand-to-hand combat would do that to someone â but they're sweet on him. Loving, nearly. Your warmth softens the rub of calluses and tough scar tissue, and Toji learns them anew.
"C'mon, baby... want you to talk to me. Love your pretty little sounds." You end the sentence in a whisper, patting his stomach with the absent sort of friendliness you had as a youth. You never shied away from touching him, rewarding him with your weight draped over his shoulders or entwining your fingers when he did something that pleased you.
That familiar feeling jolts him back to reality. He glances your way â perhaps to say something, but he doesn't remember what about â and you capture his lips with yours, tilting your head and running your tongue over his lower lip.
He keeps them sealed, airtight.
You groan into the kiss and nip at him pleadingly, because you'd have to break Toji's jaw to get him to open up â and you couldn't do that to your favourite killer. Your name falling from his lips like a prayer is too sweet to pass up on.
Eventually, with enough petting and kisses, Toji relents, if only to see you perk up like a puppy tossed a bone. He groans softly as you explore his mouth, tongue curling around his and gliding over his teeth.
Your breath is hot and sweet against his, your lips shockingly gentle despite the quick and steady pace of your hips bouncing off his ass. He jolts every time your cockhead kisses his prostate, swollen and sensitive from your unrelenting pace. His dick bobs, dark red and pulsing hotly in your palm, and he groans like an injured animal. It's almost desperate.
Your shaft drags against his slick walls, which clench with a rippling squeeze as if he's trying to milk you dry. With each hungry snap of your hips, your tip punches the breath out of his lungs. His vision blots out, and he swears he can feel your cock in his damn throat.
Without warning, and without a word, he comes, his expression going lax with pleasure as he releases thick ropes onto his stomach. It's four hard spurts and two weaker pulses, the slow, measured tugs of your wrist twisting in a way that has his thick thighs trembling.
You coo softly, and Toji's face is uncharacteristically warm. Little kisses drift their way up his shoulder and neck and he sighs softly, eyes shut and head tilted back against your shoulder. You press your palm against his chest to feel the heart thudding beneath his ribs, the rise and fall with each shallow breath.
You cup his chest and squeeze.
He cracks an eye open, disapproval furrowing his brows. In response, you grin cheekily and nip at his earlobe as you smooth your fingers through his hair â a silent apology for being so rough.
To his credit, he lets it go. Doesn't even smack you for being an ass. He does, however, clamp down punishingly around your cock when he pulls off, making you hiss at the scrape. It bobs and you shiver at the cold air.
Thoughtfully, Toji glances down at it, still hard as rock and curving upwards towards your stomach. He reaches for it.
Your eyes widen when he slips a nail under the edge of the condom. "Wh-What are you doing?"
"Don't sound so scared. I know we're both safe. Said ya missed me, right?" He grins, dark and sharp, with eyes half-lidded â almost coy. "I'll let you finish inside me. For old times' sake."
"Contract-sanctioned stalking? I thought better of you, Toji." Despite your flippant words, your breath hitches, and Toji's grin widens. He tugs the slick condom off and tosses it aside â without even tying it up, the bastard â and before you can grumble about it, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and presses his lips to yours.
You groan softly as he parts his lips and allows you in. He shifts closer, his knee between yours, and grabs your hand. He brings it down between your bodies.
"Baby..." you whisper as he wraps your hand around your lengths, pressed together. He is hot and velvety in your palm.
"Mm." The sound is deep and content, and he blinks up at you slowly like a cat. "I know. I want it."
Then, slinging his arm loosely around your shoulders, he pulls you down with him.
You barely manage to catch yourself before crushing him, your instincts and reflexes dulled by familiarity and a dreamy languor. Not that you think he'd mind â not with that grin.
Toji spreads his knees and hooks his calves around your thighs. He guides your cock into him again, and he rumbles out a pleased moan as it buries itself hilt-deep into his slick warmth.
His head falls back against the pillows as you press your hips flush against his ass. "Ah, shit..."
"You good, baby?" you murmur, swallowing harshly as his gummy walls flutter tightly around you, as if he can lock you inside forever. Your dick twitches.
"Mmh, fuck, jus' sensitive. Move."
It's only natural that you obey.
Toji feels hotter now that you don't have the layer of plastic to contend with â hotter, wetter, hungrier. You thrust shallowly at first, but as his moans grow louder â less restrained â you allow yourself to move tip-to-base, deep and dirty the way he used to like it. Seems he still does. The rim of his puffy asshole catches on the ridge of your cockhead and his nails rake down your shoulders and back, leaving stinging raised lines in their wake.
Pride fills your chest, inflates your ego. An infamous assassin, the Sorcerer Killer, spread wide and inviting with his cheeks all flushed â he's certainly given you a thousand little deaths. You grip the meat of his ass and lift his hips off the mattress, fucking into his wet heat at a new angle that has him shouting your name.
Maybe it's because you can see his face â see all the pretty cock-drunk expressions that wash over his features â that you find yourself chasing the precipice of release embarrassingly fast. He locks his legs around your waist, thick and muscular, and you want to laugh at the absurdity of it.
Why would you ever want to leave?
"Toji," you grunt, panting softly. "'M gonna..." Your breath fans against his sweat-slick skin, making him shiver and arch into your touch. He cups the back of your neck as you nibble and suck dark bruises into his tanned skin, his lashes fluttering as you shift his thighs on your lap and leave far too many deep red hickeys printed on his skin. You even scatter a few across his collarbones and chest, and you're only pleased when he looks like he was mauled by a bear.
He pants softly, his bitten moans making your cock throb even harder. Fuck, you're so hard â the shape of your teeth printed into his skin for all to see makes you prouder than you'd ever admit. You trace the marks gently with your fingertips and Toji's chest stutters.
Gazing up at you with lidded, unfocussed eyes, he laughs, freer than he had since you met him earlier. Your heavy cock plunges into his stretched hole, again and again and again like you're trying to make him take, and your grip on one of his thighs is tight enough to leave red crescents. He grasps your face, turning it down towards him, and offers a sleazy, roguish grin, breathless. His eyes trace the cut of your cheeks, the curve of your lips.
"You look less stupid than usual. S'all you're good for, ain't it? Fucking me nice an' deep with that fat cock of yours â f-fuck. S'mine, yeah? All mine?"
You shudder and groan, bone-deep, and Toji can feel the heavy throbbing of your cock leaking inside him. The slick feeling of you against his walls builds a hot ball of arousal in his lower belly. Your chest heaves against his and your stomach tenses, familiar planes of muscle firm against his hand. Excitement roars through him like a wildfire â eager and keening.
He yanks you down for a devouring kiss as you come, catapulting off the precipice into white bliss. You gasp into it. His ass clenches around you with his own release as he moans, his soft walls stroking you and sucking you in.
He's so fucking warm, so fucking wet. His body is slick with sweat and he shoves his tongue into your mouth like a man starved. Maybe he is. You groan, low and pleased, and his thighs tighten around you like a cage, possessive in his hungry, unyielding embrace.
Spilling into him is heaven. You've died and ascended, you're certain of it. He drinks you deep, as if he was made for it, and lets his head fall back against the pillows with a less-than-steady sigh as your balls tighten and pulse hotly against his skin. Dragging it out, you grind your hips into his ass in lazy circles, huffing and puffing against his throat as if you've run a marathon. Your fingers graze his own, fluttering in a way that seems almost... uncertain.
Hah. As if you knew what that word meant. You were unshakeable, infallible. The strongest. You'd hold onto that title for as long as you could; the burden was heavy.
Rather disappointingly, you don't choose to hold his hands. They glide down his waist and hips, making him shiver, and you slowly pull out, the solid but gentle grip on his thighs never wavering. You set him down as if he was made of glass and his body twitches as thick come leaks from his stretched hole, dripping and pooling white below his ass.
He tosses a lazy arm over his eyes, bending one knee and bracing against the bed. Another hot gush of come. "Ah, f-fuck... shit. You still come like a truck..."
Your gaze, once so dark and sultry as if you were about to eat him alive, now snaps to him, wide and kind and so embarrassed that Toji can't help but crack a grin.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?"
He rolls his eyes. "Other than the hickeys, no. Wouldn'ta minded it anyway," he adds slyly, peering out from within the shadow of his arm. "Pretty hot when you get creative."
Shuffling off of the bed with a soft chuckle, you pick up the discarded condom and toss it in the bin. You pull open the wardrobe with a flex of a wall of muscles that Toji watches keenly, spreading his knees to eye you through them. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip.
"Y'know, I was thinking," you begin suddenly, rifling through clothes and drawers.
"You can do that?"
"Shut up. I was thinking about you â your situation."
He closes his eyes and sinks back into your bed. "When'd you have the time? Not while you were fucking me, I hope."
"Just listen, Toji." You turn around, washcloth in one hand and a pile of clothes in the other. Dark, but loose and unremarkable â as he prefers it. You toss the clothes at the bottom of the bed and disappear into the adjoining bathroom, raising your voice as the faucet squeaks on. "I was wondering if you'd wanna... you know â catch up. Or at least let me help you."
You continue, "I could find you a place in a better school zone, get you set up legitimately. Honestly, actually, you wouldn't even need to work. You could just focus on your family and I'd take care of the rest."
Toji sits up, ignoring the pinch of pain and the mess between his legs. It'll ache later, so he'll deal with it later. "What?"
"I saidâ"
"Yeah, yeah, heard you the first time. But why?" He lowers his voice as you return to him and begin to clean him up. He meets your eyes and his mouth takes on the beginning slant of a smirk. "My ass that good, huh? You want me to be your sugar baby?"
Heat floods your cheeks. "You're not that hot, Toji. Don't get ahead of yourself."
"Wasn't talking about my face. Still â it's not like you to beg me to go on the straight and narrow. What's with that?"
"At the risk of sounding humiliatingly sappy after sex," you sigh, sitting back and dropping the cloth aside, "I still care about you. A whole fucking lot. I only want good things for you, Toji, and I have all this excess wealth that I can't donate fast enough, so if I can change just two more lives â I'd beg for the chance."
The desire to change lives without ending others'. He can understand the sentiment.
"What would you want from me?"
For a moment, you're taken aback by the tiredness in his voice. You blink. "Nothing? Like I said, the money would just vanish into a charity otherwise. Well â maybe I'd like to be invited over on the weekends, and maybe drop off-slash-pick up itty-bitty Megumi every so often. He's that age, right? Oh â and you gotta let me into the kitchen. I make a mean lasagne. Wonder if the boy would like it..."
He snorts. "That's a lot of conditions."
"Well, I am offering to let you live like a plump and happy housewife, so..."
He's quiet for a while, his hair falling over his eyes in a way that blocks your view of his face. You toss a rolled-up towel at his head, and he catches it without looking.
He lowers the towel. "You... don't seem to care that I left you."
"No, I didn't at all care that my friend dropped off the face of the earth without warning." You cross your arms and scoff, the smile slipping from your face. "I only heard about what happened months after you vanished, and by that time, there was nothing I could do to search for you. I had too many people looking at me to dig up old underground contacts and not enough time to comb through the country myself. You could have talked to me, you know," you say, your voice softening. "I would never turn you away."
He shrugs, noncommittal. "It's like you said â too many people looking at you. Would be alarming if I came strolling up to your door, wouldn't it?"
"You did today," you point out.
"Yeah, when there's a bounty on your head. I could be killing you right now."
You scoff, though the hint of a smile flickers across your lips. "You're impossible. But fair point. Just... think it over, okay? Come find me after all this bounty business is over and done with. You know where I live."
Toji chuckles softly, and he accepts your offered hand. You lead him to the large bathroom and he threads his towel over the rod next to what must be yours. He stares longer than he should, but the sight of the two towels beside each other â his green, yours blue â forms a lump in his throat that's hard to swallow around. His heartbeat quickens.
The sound of water hitting the tiles fills the bathroom. He raises his voice over it. "Hey."
Glancing over, your arm shimmering with water droplets from where it rests against the faucet handle, you tilt your head wordlessly.
"I should be picking up the kid in a couple of hours," he explains, "at six. As far as he and the childcare know, I work a normal nine-to-five like the rest of 'em. You could go."
Your eyes widen, and you let out an endeared laugh. "Toji, Megumi doesn't know who I am. The last time we met, he was a newborn. I'm not about to give everyone a heart attack by showing up on your behalf."
"It wouldn't be on my behalf, dumbass." His tone borders between disparaging and fond. "I'd go with you."
"Whâ?" Your throat bobs harshly. The shower seems forgotten, and Toji pushes you backwards into it with a palm on your chest because he's not about to waste the water. It pours onto your head, your hair beginning to stick to your face, and it still doesn't seem to register. A smile pulls at his lips as he reaches for your body wash, scanning the label while your brain putters out and short-circuits.
You didn't expect an answer that soon.
"You heard me," he says coolly, as if this is a normal Tuesday for him. He squirts a dab of body wash onto his palm. "Isn't this what you asked for? In my opinion, it's not that fun. I get a lot of women chattin' me up while we wait. Awkward as hell since I can't be rude or they might tell their kids, and then their kids won't like Megumi... ah, it's a big deal. You being there will help. You love to talk, so you can do it for me. Good game plan, right?"
"Toji, I..."
"The fact that I'm talking more than you worries me."
"You said pick-up's at six, right?" you say suddenly, the glint in your eyes intensifying.
He arches a brow, glancing up at you. "Yeah."
"That means we have an hour." You lean in, trapping him against the glass of the shower. There's a hint of mania in your gaze, starved with a vehement zeal. "I'm gonna fuck you, now."
His eyes widen. A feral grin spreads across his face. He laughs against your throat and moans when you press your thumb roughly into one of the many hickeys littering his neck and chest. "You're crazy. Fuckin' crazy â oi."
It's disturbingly easy for you to lift him by his thighs and press him against the cool glass. His skin prickles as he grips your shoulders and mutters, his breath mingling with yours: "If you drop me, I'll kill you."
"Promise?" you ask with a breathless grin.
He crushes his lips to yours. No one else gets the privilege of taking your little deaths.
#top male reader#male reader#x top male reader#dom male reader#dom reader#toji fushiguro x male reader#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#toji fushiguro#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk toji#toji#toji fushiguro smut
1K notes
·
View notes