#like this man cannot talk to the press right now

[stillalivebydemand893]

Level Up and Bend Over

18+🤭

Story:You tease Erik about his gaming skills and things go as planned...mostly

Erik Campbell x fem!reader

“Would you do me a kindness and fuck off?” Erik didn’t even look up from his match when Bobby wandered in, searching under pillows with the determined panic of someone looking for lost treasure.

You stepped through the front door just in time to catch Erik’s growl and Bobby’s offended little gasp.

“Hey, Bobby-Paco’s right there,” you said, pointing to the turtle sunbathing on the table like he paid rent. Bobby gasped in relief and scurried off.

And you?

You went right over to the couch, dropped into Erik’s lap like you were the queen and he was your throne. Your head rested on his chest, and without so much as a “hi,” you slid the controller from his hands.

“Don’t-”

Too late. You already had the upper hand, thumbs moving fast, eyes sharp. You could feel Erik’s heartbeat against your back, and his chest rose just a little quicker as you demolished his opponent.

“How are you so good at this?” he muttered, arms wrapping possessively around your waist, tugging you back so you were flush against him.

You smirked, still focused on the screen. “Had an amazing boyfriend to teach me. Shame he sucks at it.”

That got a low chuckle out of him. Then his mouth was on your neck, warm and slow, just barely touching skin as he dragged his lips down to your collarbone.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured. “Guess he didn’t teach you any manners either.”

One hand slid up to your throat, fingers pressing gently, not enough to restrict,just enough to remind you who had his hands on you.

“What happened to, ‘Hi, baby, I missed you, you insanely sexy man?’ Huh?” he said between kisses.

You turned your head just enough to give him a look,sparkling, playful, dangerous.

“Hey, baby,” you said sweetly, brushing a kiss across his lips like a whisper. “I do love you. But you still suck.”

His lips twitched, a smirk forming as he looked down at you like you were the most annoying, beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“You brat.”

He tickled your side and you shrieked, squirming until you tumbled off his lap onto the floor. He leaned over the couch and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Dead. You’re dead,” you growled, lunging at him.

You straddled him in a flash, hands on his chest, hair a little messy, lips parted from the chase. Both of you were grinning like kids about to get in trouble.

“You gonna kill me?” he teased. “How will you ride me after?”

You leaned down, lips almost touching. “I’ll find a way.”

He pulled you the last inch into a kiss,slow, deep, and full of promises he was definitely planning to keep. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you whimpered, just a little, and his hands gripped your hips tighter.

“You moaned,” he whispered, smug.

“No, I didn’t.”

“You absolutely did.”

You kissed him again, this time biting his bottom lip just enough to make him hiss. “Well, you didn’t teach me how to shut up, either.”

“Ok.That’s it.Let’s go upstairs,” he said, already kissing down your jaw, nipping behind your ear. You shivered and clutched his shirt.

“I have to talk to Julia about the party-”

He didn’t wait. One smooth move and you were over his shoulder, squealing, pounding on his back with zero real intent to escape.

“Julia can wait. My patience? Cannot.”

“You really can’t go five minutes without trying to get in my pants, huh?”

“Not when you’re in that skirt,” he said, kicking his door open.

“Not my fault you’re horny and sensitive,” you called, still upside down.

“Not my fault you’re a tease who likes it rough,” he tossed back.

He dropped you onto his bed, eyes dark, voice low. “I was going to be sweet tonight.”

You raised a brow, biting your lip. “Aw. Were you gonna make love to me, Erik?”

He crawled over you, hands already sliding under your shirt. “I was. Then you decided to piss me off.”

His lips brushed your stomach. Your breath hitched.

“Now?” he smirked, undoing your skirt’s clasp with one hand.

“Now I’m going to take my sweet time fucking that mouthy attitude right out of you.”

Your skirt hit the floor with a lazy flick of his wrist, and his gaze dropped to your thighs like they were his personal playground.

“You wore these little things for me?” he asked, dragging a finger up the inside of your thigh, stopping just before it mattered.

“No,” you breathed, playing innocent. “They’re for Paco.”

He laughed, sharp and sinful. “Cute. Keep talking. The more attitude you throw, the less mercy I’ll show.”

You bit your lip. “Promise?”

That was it.

He grabbed your wrists and tied them back to the headboard with his belt ,tighter, letting the leather dig deliciously into your skin. His eyes flicked to yours, checking, always checking, even as his whole body buzzed with need.

“Color?” he asked quietly, voice suddenly soft, grounding you.

“Green,” you whispered, voice thick with want.

His smile was anything but soft now.

“Good girl.”

He slid down your body, planting kisses along your ribs, over your stomach, down, down,until he was eye-level with the thin lace between your thighs.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “Dripping for someone who supposedly sucks at this game.”

You squirmed, trying to close your legs, but he just pushed them wider, slow and firm.

“No hiding now.”

His tongue pressed flat against your lace-covered heat, a long, slow drag that had you gasping and arching off the bed.

“Shit-Erik-”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”

He pulled the lace aside and licked you like he was tasting dessert he’d been fantasizing about for weeks. Every flick of his tongue was calculated, evil, addictive. His hands pinned your thighs apart like they were trembling just the way he wanted them to.

You tugged at the restraints, already aching to touch him.

“Please-”

“Please what?” he looked up at you, face glistening.

“You know what-fuck-please, Erik-‘’

“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, crawling back up your body and kissing you like he wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. You did,and moaned into it.

He fumbled open his jeans with one hand, never breaking eye contact, pulling himself free. He was already hard and leaking against your stomach.

You whined, body practically begging for him.

“What's that, baby?” he whispered, rubbing himself along your slick folds, just enough pressure to make you insane. “Too much teasing?”

“God, yes. Please-now.”

He nipped your lip. “Ask nicer.”

You arched your back, panting. “Please, Erik. I need you. I want you. I’ll be good-just-fuck me.”

He groaned at that, hips pressing in slowly-torturously-stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out. You cried out, head thrown back, wrists straining against the belt.

“Oh my God-”

“You feel that?” he hissed against your ear. “This is what happens when you mouth off.”

He pulled back and slammed in again, sharp and deep, making your vision spark.

“Next time you think about insulting my game, remember this feeling.”

You could barely answer,words were gone, reduced to moans and gasps as he set a brutal, perfect rhythm. He fucked you like he had something to proveand oh, he was proving it.

You were dripping, shaking, his name a broken chant in your throat.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” he growled, hand slipping between your bodies to rub that perfect spot, fast and firm.

“Please-please, I can’t-”

“You can. You will. Come all over me, princess.”

Your body shattered under him, back arching, toes curling, a scream caught in your throat as you came hard,waves crashing over and over until you were trembling, limp, panting.

He slowed, kissing your cheek, your jaw, whispering praise against your skin.

“There she is,” he murmured. “So damn sweet when you break.”

And just when you thought he was done…

He leaned in again, hard still inside you, lips brushing your ear with a wicked grin.

“I’m not finished yet.”he whispered against your ear.

Your body was still trembling, your skin slick with sweat, heart thudding like it was trying to escape your chest,but Erik didn’t care. He didn’t want to give you a break. He wanted to wreck you.

He slid out slowly, the tip of him teasing your soaked entrance. A cruel pause. Just enough to make your body twitch with overstimulation. Then he thrust back in,hard, deep,stealing the air from your lungs with a gasp that turned into a broken moan.

“Fuck-You-”

“Oh come on, baby,” he cooed, the soft edge of his voice a contrast to the brutal way he moved inside you. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, his tongue flicking it as he growled, “You wanted to play with me right?Go on try to win this round too.”

He untied your wrists with one hand,only to flip you over like you weighed nothing. Your hips were pulled up, your face pressed to the cool pillow, ass high and vulnerable. A sharp slap echoed through the room, his hand coming down on your cheek just hard enough to make you gasp and clench.

“Pretty little brat,” he murmured, lining himself up again. “Let’s see how long that mouth of yours holds up now.”

He rammed into you without warning,one savage thrust that had you jolting forward, legs shaking, hands clawing at the sheets.

The rhythm he set was merciless-each thrust deep, relentless, perfectly angled to make your body collapse but never quite let go. Your sounds filled the room: the sharp slap of skin, your helpless moans, his rough breathing behind you.

He leaned over, pressing his chest to your back, his hand weaving into your hair and pulling just enough to force your head back against his shoulder.

“You gonna come again?” he growled, lips brushing your cheek. “You walked in all cocky,now you’re whimpering like I haven’t fucked you a thousand times before.”

You couldn’t even answer,just gasped, thighs trembling, your brain short-circuiting from the overstimulation.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Please-Erik-please-need to come, I-fuck, I can’t-”

He bit your shoulder, moaning low and deep as he pounded into you, each thrust more punishing than the last.

“Then come. Make a mess. Scream. Let the neighbors know how good I fuck the attitude out of you.”

You shattered.

Your body bowed, breath caught in your throat as your orgasm tore through you. You collapsed under the force of it, sobbing his name, your whole body trembling uncontrollably.

But Erik wasn’t done.

He flipped you over again, kissing your collarbone, your jaw, your lips,deep and greedy. Then he slid down your body, pinning your thighs wide open, his tongue replacing his cock, licking you like he was starving.

“Erik - I’m going to faint -I can’t-!”

His response was a low, devilish growl against your soaked skin. “Yes, you fucking can. You’re not done ‘til I say you’re done. Now be a good girl and give it to me.”

You screamed when his tongue circled your clit just right, your hips bucking against his face. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers bruising, keeping you still as he pushed you over again,your third orgasm hitting so hard it left you boneless.

You weren’t moaning anymore. You were whimpering.Begging.

And only then-then-did Erik let himself go.

He climbed back over you, cock thick and throbbing, and slid in one last time. His thrusts were sloppy now, all instinct, all need. His name tumbled from your lips over and over like a prayer.

He came deep inside you with a low, possessive groan, spilling into you with his face buried in your neck. His hand found your cheek as he kissed your temple, your jaw, every inch he could reach.

The room went still.

You were shaking. Breathless. Dripping.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, barely able to open your eyes.

You were a puddle. Muscles trembling. Vision blurry. Brain? Gone. Launched into another galaxy. Erik collapsed next to you with a satisfied groan, one hand lazily cupping your boob like it was his personal stress ball.

You stared at the ceiling in stunned silence, breathing like you just ran a marathon .

After a moment, Erik tilted his head toward you, hair a mess, looking far too pleased with himself.

“So,” he said, voice smug, “still think I suck at video games?”

You turned your head slowly. Blinked. “Oh, absolutely. But now I’m too fucking exhausted to trash talk properly.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, dragging his finger along your thigh. “Want a rematch?”

You blinked at him. Then-deadpan.

“Only if I can use your dick as a controller.”

Erik wheezed.

“Woman,” he laughed, throwing a pillow at your face, “you’re unhinged.”

“Can’t help it,” you sighed dramatically, cuddling into his side. “You’ve fucked the filter right out of me.”

There was a knock at the door.

You both froze.

“Erik?” Bobby’s voice chirped sweetly from the hallway. “I think Paco peed on your controller!”

You closed your eyes.

Erik sighed.

“…I’m gonna kill that turtle.”

[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync Part 52

Revenge is Best Served With Noodles

Trigger Warnings: Thigh grinding, fucking while eating, voyeurism, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), Male masturbation

Wooyoung stood up, not releasing his grip from Y/N's waist. Locking both the studio door and the recording booth door, Mingi's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. His voice faltered into a slight growl on the track before getting back to work.

"Now baby, let's say we give him a show." Wooyoung pulled Y/N's leggings off before sitting her again onto his strong thigh. She felt the muscles flexing now that there were less layers between them. Reaching around her, he grabbed her by the breast and yanked her closer to his body so her back pressed against his chest.

Mingi had long abandoned the recording at sat stupefied on the stool in the booth. "Wooyoung, she still hasn't eaten yet."

Wooyoung tsked in disappointment. "We cannot let our mate go hungry, now can we.? He nibbled at her ear while reaching for the noodles on the table. "We need to make sure her needs..." he kissed her neck, "her...cravings are met." He gently grazed his teeth on her shoulder. "Don't we." He stared intensely at Mingi who's hands had a death grip on his thighs.

Grabbing some noodles with the chopsticks in one hand and holding her breast in a firm grip with the other. "Baby I will take care of you but first..." He ground his hips once to get her to move, the delicious friction making her cry out instantly. "I will need you to move baby." Once she began grinding on his thigh on her own, Wooyoung fed her the bite of noodles.

It was hard to chew and stay on task. Stopping to chew, Wooyoung slapped her thigh. "Come on lovely. Show Mingi how I am taking care of you. Look at him." She dared to glance at him and saw him awestruck, tears in his eyes as he attempted to contain himself.

"He just had this divine pussy and he already driven to more with how sexy you look right now." His moaned words in her ear drove her back into action, reaching for that high. Once she swallowed the bite in her mouth, she was fed another. And another. The friction his jeans provided against her was divine and soon she reached back to fist his hair as she came hard onto his thigh, soaking his pants underneath.

Wooyoung moaned "My dirty dirty girl. Fuck that was so hot." He took a single noodle out of the container, laying is across her chest. Yanking her hair back, he pressed his lips to her chest, slurping up the noodle. "My girl makes everything taste better." He bit down hard above her left breast.

Without another word, he slid out from under her, making quick work of removing her now soaked underwear and tossing it towards the recording booth door. Kneeling between her legs, he licked his way from their soulmark on her ankle to the apex of her thighs.

"Delicious." With that he dove in, licking her pussy like a man starved. His nose perfectly grazed her clit with each stroke and she let out a scream. Clawing the inside of her thighs, his speed increased and she threw her head back in pleasure.

"Oh fuck Wooyoung! So close! Please! Don't stop!"

At this point, Wooyoung was stroking himself as rapidly as he fed from her. Her thick thighs trapped his head between them as she came with a shuttering breath of relief. Wooyoung came switfly after, the sounds of his whimpers contained by her pussy.

Risking a look to the recording studio, she saw Mingi, crumpled on the floor, stroking himself in the aftermath of his own release. His eyes glazed as he gazed on the scene in front of him. He shook his head to clear the fog and looked Y/N in the eyes. "Fuck."

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the way i know it's taking everything in him not to say some ridiculous comment to the press rn 😭

[anantaru]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ jealous boys — love and deepspace

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, possessive tendencies, jealous boys, toxic, fingering, oral (male! receiving), oral (fem! receiving), good girl used, spit kink, mirror syx, this is so filthy lmao (especially sylus part)

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne

zayne usually doesn't get angry when he's feeling the sudden dash of jealousy crush down on him— he gets calm, in fact, terrifyingly so.

not to mention that the moment he has you all to himself again he's fast on latching onto you with your back now hitting the wall with one of his hands by your head, the other already between your legs, skimming the flesh of your inner thigh with his cold knuckles, memorizing the place where your leg connects to your privates before you can react nor do something.

zayne doesn't say anything to you yet, instead his lips brush against yours once— soft and misleading before he bites down, hard, and before you knew it, your surprised gasp gave him permission for his tongue to fill your mouth like a sin made of salt and heat, in accessory to his fingers stroking your pussy so unbelievably dirty and cruel.

"you smiled at him, i saw it," he whispers against your lips, rubbing your folds as you make a blissful face, "what did he do to earn that?" zayne presses his fingers deeper between your legs as he watches you grind against them, jaw slacked in awe as you coat him with your slick.

"you know, i could fuck you right here," his voice drops, thick with restraint, "perhaps even in front of him, so he knows who you belong to," as his mouth descends again, this time trailing along your jaw, your neck and your collarbone as his sharp teeth tease the flesh with his fingers hooking into your doused panties.

"fuck, you're dripping baby, what are we gonna do about that, huh?" he hisses, his dangerous gaze on you practically glowing in the dark as he taunts your bare pussy like the way you've been making him jealous tonight.

"you like being fought over, don’t you?"

he licks the skin over your pulse before dipping a finger into your tight hole, slowly, menacing, your slick weeping out of your pussy with the slightest pressure, your hole parting for him ever so obediently— and zayne swears he saw the prettiest kind of stars behind your eyes when he slides another finger inside you, curling and owning your cunt, making your stomach turn weightless.

yet the kiss that follows next turned brutal with teeth and spit and groans as if he's feeding off you, imbedding all of his frustration into your frame as if your mouth was the only thing roping him to sanity.

"don't you ever do this again."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier

before he even touches you, xavier's trembling— and without a doubt, you've said another man's name, and he's heard it, undoubtedly picked up on how you spelled it out.

so when he kisses you for the first time that night— it wasn't near anything sweet, beyond that was it unraveling, lips trembling and tongue somewhat clumsy and anxious, yet he remained deeply passionate, although wrecked, a moan building into every breath when he slants down one of his hands to squeeze your ass and part your thighs.

"who were you talking to? hm?" he whispers into your mouth before grinding down his groin against your clit, and then, again, more brokenness adds to his confused tone, "do you love me?" and when he says it, he lines himself up with your hole, and the feel of your pussy immediately squeezing and convulsing and claiming his dripping dick was enough to make him wince out your name.

his hips grind into yours harder and more despairing, "i need you," he sobs into your neck as you're feeling him rock himself thick and heavy inside your walls, "you can't leave me, you cannot."

his hands shake as they slide up your tits and at the same time, his mouth became frantic— tongue swallowing yours and teeth clacking, it's gotten so messy that spit began dripping down your chin when you moan his name into the kiss, fingers tangling in his hair and then he breaks— kissing you like he's dying, pounding you down like he's attempting to carve himself into your bones.

"say you're mine, come on," he begs you, his voice decaying into something crushing, velvet and low, the kind of softness that only existed in darkened bedrooms and godless prayers, "even if it's a lie baby, just tonight, say it, please."

and when you do— he sloppily sobs into your mouth with his hips stuttering within a deep thrust, swiftly lifting your legs onto his shoulders and holding onto them with ease as he continues to buck into you, never gentle, only desperate.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel

in all aspects, rafayel's jealousy was much quieter than you originally thought it would be— as well as colder in a way which made your skin crawl.

you see, he doesn't shout at you, no— he seethes, and when he touches you, it's never rushed, instead it's intentional, dangerous, like he's punishing you with refusing to give you pleasure.

he crushes you against the mirror like he's trying to make you witness your own undoing, the glass beginning to fog and blur as he fucks your thighs— and with that, you see the curve of your mouth as it falls open, the helpless arch of your spine and behind you, his very eyes— half-lidded, ravenous, like he's not just watching but branding the image into eternity.

your reflection became a witness, a confessional, every noise you were making and every beg for him had to enter his mind fully— those desperate, broken sounds— etched into silver and silence as rafayel wasn't giving you what you wanted this time, his mind circling endlessly in shameful memory as he fucks his erection into the plush of your thighs, never once actually pressing inside your warm cunt to feel inside.

his mouth hovers over your neck before he bites down on it, "you touched his arm," he whispers, but it's not sweet, no, not reminding you of the rafayel you called your boyfriend— it's venom in silk, low and coaxing, the kind of voice that wrapped around your throat while pretending to cradle it, "do you want me to break it?"

then his tongue slides against your neck— long, smooth, calculated as his kiss was equal to liquid sin, measured in chaos before his hands cup the plush of your ass to spread you and finally press into your soaked cunt, balls deep like he's sculpting you into the shape of his length.

yet the man doesn’t grunt, he hums instead, like he's tasting expensive wine and it's in the way his eyes half-close from listening to your moans dragging low from your throat— like the feeling of you milking him was intoxicating enough to unmake his jealousy.

“tell me what he has that I don't," he drawls, teeth grazing your shoulder, "and i'll take it from him," as he bites down hard enough for your flesh to almost bleed before kissing the pulsing spot, dragging his erection till you felt hot and bred in your stomach, his hips making sinful smack, smack, smacks as your body tenses by itself.

you spell out his name, but it somehow felt even dirtier when you moan in, messier than before when you cry it out as he fucks you with a ferocity that knocks the air from your lungs.

"good girl," he purrs, happy with you, "now let me hear you scream."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus

mouth wide, tongue deep, with hands rough around sylus's length as he yanks your head deeper into his lap like he's afraid someone will tear your pretty, hot mouth away. fuck, how much he adored seeing you in such position, between his thighs, gurgling on his dick and watching him from under your doused lashes.

"mine," he snarls from above, fingers intertwined in your hair as he helps you bob your head up n down up n down, "all mine."

your mouth sealed around his cock felt like a wildfire to him— smoking hot, a destruction only you could imbed on him— and sometimes it scared him, how much power you held for him to become so riled up when seeing you with another person.

your tongue circles around his cockhead and doesn't ask for permission to go faster, your mouth claiming the moans you sought after instead— and it seizes sylus, truly it bruises him and fuck, if he sees you with this man again, he cannot promise himself to hold back.

thick and flushed, his cock twitches in your mouth and presses right against your throat, aching when you moan against his girth, spit bubbling from your lips and clinging onto his skin when he lifts his hips up to thrust into your wet warmth, gripping the couch underneath him for balance.

it's all so messy and wet, and you loved it— drooling all over his dick and taking the punishment like a good girl, gurgling and sucking and slurping it all up as sylus could barely catch his breath, heaving from the exhilarating desire you imposed on him.

the tension coiled on his body— tight, ravenous— a mounting pressure that climbed like a hymn chanted through gritted teeth, blistering toward something supernatural as you look up at him again, tear stricken eyes and wet mouth sucking him oh so well.

it’s not release that he needed, no, or not yet at least, but the unbearable promise of it, the kind of high that felt less like pleasure and more like divine punishment delivered through trembling flesh, and when you hum around him at last, sylus can almost forget his jealousy there.

for a moment he stops you as his hand silently wraps around your throat, thumb dragging down your swollen, bottom lip so he can spit into your mouth— messily, filthy and possessive, he needs this, okay?

because sylus still found himself agonizingly mad.

"did he make you blush like this?" he mocks you from above, slanting down and licking into your mouth, "did he get you this wet?" as he moves his foot between your legs to rub his shoe against your wet cunt, the scent of your arousal whirling up to touch his nostrils.

his other hand grabs your head, pulling you down again while simultaneously grinding his foot against your pussy— fuck, you're so soaked it's audible, so embarrassingly obscene he could very well applaud himself for this.

and he groans, a sound pulled from his chest like agony when you take him inside your mouth again.

"you drive me insane," he pants, leaning his head back, "you should be locked away, kept for my eyes only."

he doesn't stop moving you off his cock, not once, your lips moving and working, your tongue claiming him until your knees ached and your pussy came all over his shoe, your chin sticky with cum and saliva and filth, eyebrows pulled together in concentration as he watches you fuck his cock with your throat.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb

caleb spells out your name like it's a curse he never wanted to learn in the first place, and it kind of scared you a bit— teeth gritted and breathing harsh with his lips crashing into yours mid-sentence, bruising and unrelenting, his tongue pushing past yours like he's forcing himself inside— no space nor time for air, no room for a single thought, for denial.

his head moves between your thighs without restrain and now he feels you unravel in shivers and moans as the soft slap of his tongue on your pussy caught you off guard together with his palms cupping your breasts, his wet muscle lapping against your folds as they part for him obediently, licking between your cunt with sounds of slick noises echoing through the bedroom.

"you let him touch you? didn't you?" he rasps into your cunt, nosing your clit to take in your scent as he groans out filthily, his eyes lurching back into the hollow of his skull, not just in pleasure but in delirium— as if the taste of your pussy was something his body cannot withhold, "you think i didn't see it?"

he thrusts his tongue against you deeper, his cock hard and angry grinding into the mattress like he's punishing himself for letting anyone else near you, "i'll fucking ruin you for this," he growls, voice breaking, "with my fingers, my mouth, my cock— hell, over and over until you break,"

you moan when he lets you hear just how wet he's made you as he's slurping at you with insane hunger, his tongue ravishing your cunt and poking your hole over and over before dragging it up to lick between your folds again, collecting your slick on his lips an chin.

"is this for me? or for him?" tauntingly, Caleb never stopped playing with your pussy to hear a coherent answer form you, because you see, he already knows what you were about to say and he'll make you know as well, who you belong to.

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[boyfhee]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ JUST 🥢 MARRIED

爱,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀───⠀⠀⠀𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽.”

𝟭𝟴𝟵𝟬─────newlyweds husband enhypen ! wife reader ， cuteness fluff ✶ mentions of kids, kissing, skinship ꕀ 𝑉𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ｡

HEESEUNG wakes up to the light pouring inside the room through the white curtains. a groan, followed by a stretch, he turns over and finds himself melting at the sight of you, his girlfriend— wife.

he lives through every moment of the wedding again— the vows, smiles, how pretty you looked, the kiss— and he can barely hold himself back from pressing his lips on your skin, planting tender kisses on your arm, shoulder, cheek, and then feeling like the luckiest man alive to start every morning waking up next to you for the rest of his life.

you stir slightly with a soft groan, hand automatically reaching out to his face as you press a drowsy peck on his lips. a quiet ‘morning’ rolls off your tongue and heeseung kisses your forehead. “sleep a little longer, angel. it’s still very early,”

JONGSEONG cannot stop kissing you ever since you two got married— two days ago, by the way— and he is having the time of his life. his hands are always reaching out to you, pulling you towards him with a fond smile.

your day starts with kisses peppered all over your face, a nice breakfast in bed cooked by your dear husband, he kisses you again as you eat. he washes your hair, kissing your forehead in between. after shower skincare— another kiss, all the way down from your neck to shoulder.

he needs you on the counter while he cooks so he can kiss you, and he kisses you during cuddles and naps, in the evening when you both share a warm tea, before dinner when he cannot believe that this is a reality.

his lips are on you again at night, this time leading to something more intimate but just as soft and tender; and the next morning—he wakes you up with a kiss again.

JAEYUN watches the wedding photos everyday— how could he not, you look beautiful. it’s everything he has ever dreamed of.

there’s one polaroid of you both eating the cake that’s on the fridge, a calendar where he marks all the anniversaries— one week, fifteen days, one month, hundred days, and more to come.

his fingers are always intertwined with yours, thumb caressing above your ring with a touch ever so tender. he always kisses your hand just above the wedding ring and he is always smiling at the sight of both your rings when his hand is in yours.

he is already talking about kids— “i’ll be doomed if they look like you. they’ll have me wrapped around their tiny fingers,” and it aches your heart in the best way.

you can catch him smiling at the sight of your toothbrushes kept together, or your matching mugs, or your skincare right next to his, your heels next to his shoes, and of course, you next to him.

SUNGHOON is proud, showing you off at any chance he gets. his hands are always on you, waist, back, thigh, anywhere.

he calls you ‘my wife’ like it’s your name. there’s a dreamy look on his face when you do his tie before he goes to work and he brags about it to all his coworkers. “my wife did it, it’s her favourite,”

you make him a warm lunch packed nicely in a bento and melts, refusing to sharing it with anyone. “my wife is the best cook,” he calls you from work because he misses your voice, taking washroom breaks to text you or call you— anything to see your face. he gets to the meeting late, rubbing his neck. “sorry, i was talking to my wife,”

and on days he’s sitting with stack of files on his desk, he skips lunch to finish up quickly, turning his friends down when they ask him for a drink. “my wife must be waiting,”

SUNOO is the happiest he has ever been, smiling to himself about the fact that you are now his wife. he has your picture as his wallpaper and looks at it lovingly when you’re not around.

he likes laughing with you, even if it’s when you both are standing next to each other and brushing your teeth. the house is filled with gifts he brings every single day— flowers, trinkets, pendants, matching mugs, couple snow globe— you name it.

he sets the alarm for fifteen minutes earlier so he can cuddle you before getting up for work, he sends you pictures of things that remind him of you, he absolutely wouldn’t go anywhere without a goodbye kiss, even if it’s to the nearby store.

he doesn’t shy away from being affectionate in public and takes pride in being the ‘cutest couple’ as proclaimed by the old ladies in he street.

JUNGWON likes having you in his space. you have always been here, it just feels more intimate now. he likes not having to ask you if you can come over anymore.

his face turns red when he sees you going around the house in his shirt, or when you insist on watching him cook while he is clearly struggling. his mind short circuits when you both bath together for the first time— it’s the most peaceful thing ever, but his heart keeps beating loudly.

he sees you swaying to the music in the kitchen at night and ends up joining, always, and now it’s a routine to waltz while the dinner is cooking.

grocery shopping with you is like a dream come true, he pushes the cart while you add the items, and he secretly adds the cookies you like. he ends up calling himself your boyfriend sometimes and then blushes at his own words, feeling a wave of embarassment when you correct him with a laugh.

he is new to his husband thing, but jungwon is trying his best.

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[shotmrmiller]

it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.

he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.

and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.

"simon?"

he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.

"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.

"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.

"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."

what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-

"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."

his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.

he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."

you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"

simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-

he's actually checking the fucking sink.

with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.

lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.

he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.

simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."

oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.

your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.

"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"

your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."

simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.

your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.

they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.

they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.

they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.

"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"

a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.

your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.

"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."

and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.

"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"

a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.

"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."

he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.

your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.

his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"

his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."

he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."

there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.

"on anything?" he rumbles.

your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.

"good."

the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.

he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."

the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.

he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."

the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.

heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.

idiot.

[kissbabie]

❤︎ ໋𓈒 holding hands with nagi while having sex !

nagi who has you in a prone bone position right now. with his chest pressing onto your back, it's enough to make you go crazy as your face is pressed into the pillows and your hands are fisting the sheets. his cock is reaching so deeply inside of you there's drool leaking out of your mouth and onto the pillows. you can only let out muffled whines of "so big sei..." and "hnnghhh.. more please.."

from behind you, nagi lets out his own whimpers. honestly, this man cannot resist you and everytime you let out small gasps of "a-aahh" and "hahhh", he turns more into mush. he's so lucky he thinks, to have someone so pretty underneath him while he gets the opportunity to turn you into a whiny and overstimulated mess, all because of him.

his gaze trails to your hand that's weakly fisting the sheets right now. there's a desire that builds up, one that makes him realize he wants to take your smaller hand into his, and gently trace his thumb over it, in contrast to the hard and deep thrusts he's giving you. he reaches his own arm out a little, placing his hand over yours and intertwines your fingers together.

"h-huuh?" you whimper, not expecting him to do that. to which he simply replies with "jus' wanna hold your hand, pretty girl”

he should not have said that! the pet name results in a loud whine from you, and nagi can feel you fluttering and twitching around his cock. you end up letting out moans, clenching around him tightly as you mumble out a "gonna cum, sei...wanna-i wanna- hahh.. gonna cum all over your cock.. m' gonna make a mess.."

and while of course nagi wants to make you cum, have you creaming all around him, he can't have that just yet. so with whatever resolve he has left, he stops his thrusts, pulls out of you, and flips you onto your back. it's not his fault. if anything, it's yours. he needs to see your pretty face when you fall apart on his cock.

not only are you not that happy that your orgasm was pulled away from you, but you're upset that nagi stopped holding your hand. sure, it's only for a second, and he obviously has to pull his hand away to flip you onto your back, but seriously, what was with him? you didn't even understand why he felt the need to change positions so suddenly.

you look up at him with tearful eyes and a pout. it's enough to really make his heart clench.

"sei...why? stop teasing me.. just wanna cum..." you whine rather pathetically. in response, nagi mutters out a low "sorry angel.. gonna make you feel good now okay? jus' trust me"

before you can respond to him, nagi pushes himself in again, resulting in you throwing your head back as your mouth opens into an 'o' shape. no matter how many times you two have sex, the feeling of his large cock stretching you out is something you can never get used to. even the tip is enough to make you whimper like a cockdrunk mess.

he takes your hand into his, holding it tightly against the mattress as he continues to pound into you. you're letting out obscene moans and whines now. the position is so simple, but his cock is reaching so deep inside of you your brain is turning into mush, the only thoughts being about him.

you're much smaller than him, everything about you. he's so tall sometimes he has to bend down a little just to talk to you. your pussy is so small compared to his cock, every time he places his cock on top of your pussy it's just a big reminder of the size difference between you two.

and even your hands. your hands are so much smaller than his bigger ones. with veins tracing all over his hands, he groans at the sight of your hand being completely engulfed by him, and at the sight of your pussy taking his cock so well that there's lewd noises as his cock pumps in and out of you, and as his heavy balls slap against you.

"angel... shit, stop clenching so tight 'round me.. s' not fair, you're gonna make me cum.."

your eyes are rolling back. it's not long before you can feel your upcoming orgasm, and of course nagi knows it's coming too. he reaches his other hand down to rub circles on your clit. really, it's not fair, he knows exactly how to make you fall apart.

"seishiro!" you squeal, "m' gonna- gonna cum! o-ohh sei, feels so good... harder, harder! wan' it harder..."

a small "hm.." is all nagi replies with.

"c-cumming!!" you gasp out. your mouth opens into a silent scream as nagi fucks you through your orgasm. you're clenching his hand impossibly tight he thinks it might turn white.

when you come down from your high, nagi is still thrusting sloppily into you, trying to reach his own orgasm.

"m' still sensitive, wait.." you can barely hold it together, there's a mess between your pussy and his cock, and nagi can only let out a whimper of "sorry baby.. can't help it. jus' hold onto my hand, kay?"

you nod. and soon enough, nagi is reaching his own orgasm as he gasps out a "angel, angel... gonna cum. m' gonna dump it all into you, kay? be a good girl and take it... hhahhh, gonna keep you all for myself. yeah? you want that?"

it's amusing to see how pathetic nagi gets during sex.

"y-yeahhh sei... cum inside... y-you can dump it into me, jus' wanna be your good girl who takes your cock. only me, no one else.."

when nagi comes, he clutches your hand so tight you feel as if it's going to fall off. you let out whimpers of "so good..." while nagi rambles on and on, saying "ohhh, angel...hahhh, sorry, m' sorry.. m' cumming so much.. take it okay? be a good girl.. yeah baby, lemme fill you up, you really are a mess for my cock huh?"

when nagi's done, he pulls out. he's panting, while you lay there trying to catch your breath. you wiggle your hand out of his, saying you want to show him something. he's confused, furrowing his eyebrows. but you reach down and spread your pussy lips and all of his cum spills out of you.

you look up at him with teary eyes, whining about how "s' leaking out, sei... filled me up too much I can't even hold it.."

seriously, why would you say that? now he's hard again and he groans pathetically, using one hand to cover his eyes as he listens to your whimpers.

finally, he leans down, kisses your forehead, and takes your hand into his once again.

"pretty girl, you can take more right?"

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[agustdtown1]

CLOSER TO YOU II [JJK]

PAIRING: nerdy!roommate!jungkook x fem!OF!reader

GENRE: smut, roommates au, nerd!jk, photography major!jk, friends to fuck buddies, OF!reader, slight fluff.

SUMMARY: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.

How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.

WC: 4.5k

WARNINGS: pwp, this is pure smut (mdni), unprotected sex, smacking, choking, dumbification/slight degradation, jungkook wearing a silver chain (trust me, that needs a warning), riding, jungkook being a complete meanece for real this time, teasing, a lot of pet names, nipple play, slight fingering, jungkook saying that one line from that one live, big dick!jk, very slight fluff at the end bc i didn't know how to end it. lmk if i'm missing something.

A/N: part 2 is here woo! i cannot even explain how much i love this jungkook, like omg nerdy!jk is just a yes for me. Anyway, i hope u guys like it and enjoy it as much as i did writing it. As always lmk ur thoughts on the comments or through asks, feedback is always appreciated. Happy reading <3!

part 1 | masterlist

Moans, lewd and whiny moans filled the room. A mixture of breathless words, nonsensical chants and obscene sounds engulfed both of your ears, pulling you into a dreamy dimension where only your and Jungkook’s body existed. The reality of it all was that the man in front of you was taking you places that you never thought of reaching, all in the comfortness of your bed. His hands, once timid and careful, were now running wild over your body, eliciting the most beautiful noises out of you. His avid fingers were pressing hard enough in the right spots while his mouth was eagerly devouring yours. 

It was only you and him, him and you; nothing else mattered in the world, only the warm touches and harsh curses thrown to the wind whenever either of you would bring pleasure to the other. The video —which was the main reason for you two to end up like this— was long forgotten, with the camera still aiming to the spot you two were sitting at but neither of your bodies were in sight. Jungkook was nice enough to carry you to the bed and lay you down to get more comfortable.

“You deserve better than just pillows and a blanket.” He said, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist to finally get up.

Everything leading up to this moment felt like a fever dream, the attempts to dirty talk, the way Jungkook used his fingers to pleasure you, the pet names and the look that coated his face when he watched you come on his hand; it felt like the most cliche plot for a porno. Asking my roommate to help me with something ends up with us fucking; you were sure that if you browsed for a few minutes in the hub you would find at least ten videos with the same storyline, but here you were, being another addition to the list, the only difference is that this wasn’t a raunchy film that you could find on the dark side of the internet, it was your life, and you were about to fuck your roommate.

“I need to ask before this goes any further.” Jungkook's breathless voice sounded so good that it almost distracted you from what he was saying. “Are you completely sure about this?”

“Kook, baby, I appreciate you asking, but if you don’t put your dick in me, I’ll kick you out of the apartment.” You deadpanned. 

Jungkook chortled at your response, pulling away just enough to undress. You waited patiently, enjoying the view he was providing you with. His honey-like skin glistened under the neon lights after taking off his black shirt; abs were in full display along with his big biceps. His right arm was adorned with an array of tattoos that he collected all through the years he’s been living with you. Who would have thought that under all those baggy clothes was hidden such a hot body? It often baffled you how different his appearance was compared to his personality; Jungkook looked like a cinnamon roll with the body of a certified fuckboy, however, he wouldn’t catch you complaining, especially not now. The brown-haired guy took his glasses off, carefully placing them on your night-stand, and just as you were about to protest, your roommate was quick to form a knowing smile on his face.

“I know you like them on me, but it’ll be impractical to fix them all the time while I fuck you dumb, don’t you think?” It was ridiculous how much his voice and words affected you. “Let’s keep them away from now.”

You couldn’t even form a proper response to that, other than a meck nod. You were hypnotized by the way he was taking his clothes off. Jungkook was now left with his usual pair of baggy jeans that were low enough to show the hem of his Calvins, he also had a silver chain wonderfully hanging from his neck; you often daydream about it, imagining how the cold material would feel against your skin, dangling just close enough to your face that you could simply take a bite and pull him down to meet your lips. It seemed like you were about to find out.

“Can you leave it on?” You requested signaling to his chain. 

“Sure thing, pretty.” He flashed you a smile, pulling away his hands from the necklace. 

You really needed to get used to this side of Jungkook, otherwise you weren’t going to survive the night, although you had a feeling that it wouldn’t really make a difference considering what was about to happen. 

Both of his hands drifted down to undo his pants, pulling them down easily and tossing them somewhere in your room. Next thing was his underwear, a pair of black Calvins that were just tight enough to reveal his evident hard-on. Even with the fabric covering that area you could still make out its length. It looked bigger than what you were expecting, which only added to your eagerness. Without further ado —and driven by the sudden confidence, Jungkook took them off, letting his thick cock spring free from its confinements. You couldn’t help to let out a tiny gasp, zeroing on his reddened tip that was already leaking precum. It was in fact bigger than what you assumed he would be, nothing too crazy but drastically larger than the other guys you’ve been with. It was slightly curved to the right, the perfect angle to reach the places you wish him to reach. The veins adorning his cock made you salivate at the thought of what it would feel like against your hot tongue. Would it feel heavy? Would it make you gag? Would it get you crying and turn you into a spit mess? Maybe you will have to wait to find out. Tonight was all about you and him enjoying each other in a closer way, getting a taste of him would have to wait. 

The more you stared at him the more your hands were eager to reach out and stroke it, to see if it would be able to fit in your palm, because judging by its looks, you even doubted that you could take it all. 

“You like what you see?” Jungkook’s voice was the embodiment of sin. Low and raspy with a hint of hesitation that he tried to cover with a faint chuckle. 

Deep down he was feeling nervous once again, feeling too vulnerable and exposed, however, backing down wasn’t an option for him, so instead of letting his insecurities conquer his mind, Jungkook decided to act driven by desire more than rationality. 

“I do, actually.” You answered, staring at him with such a look that made the guy weak in the knees. “Come here, pretty boy.” 

Pulling him by his chain you crashed your lips together, both liberating a satisfied moan when the head of his cock brushed through your folds. His hands, that were on each side of your head, caging you in, fisted the soft material of the pillow in which your head was resting on, all due to the sensation of your hot cunt against his length. 

“Shit.” You breathed out after pulling away. “Do that again.” 

Jungkook only shook his head, confusing you with the sudden rejection. 

“You’re missing something there.” He added, eyes never leaving yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Come on, pretty. I know you’re smart enough to figure it out on your own.” His answer was followed by a harsh smack on one of your thighs. “Aren’t you?”

“But I don’t—” Another smack delivered to your tender flesh interrupted you. “Fuck, wait…” The next time his hand impacted against your skin a sting of pain mixed with pleasure spread within you. “Jungkook!” You whined, trying to create some friction on your own. 

“I thought you said you were gonna be good for me.” He mockingly said, colliding his big hand with the flesh of your ass this time. “Why don’t you look back on your manners, hm?” 

This fucker. 

Jeon really was full of surprises, or so it seems, because just when you thought he would go easy on you, he pulled this. 

“Seriously? All of this over me not saying, what? Please?” You sassily argued back. 

“Is that how you wanna act right now, doll?” He raised one of his eyebrows, questioning you in such a way that got you wondering what would be the appropriate approach. “I’d be careful with what I say if I were you.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” 

The question hung in the air for a few seconds before Jungkook pulled away from you completely. His hands reached out for your waist, holding you with a strong grip. 

“Turn around.” He ordered. A few more seconds passed before he turned you around himself. “And just so we are clear, I’m not repeating myself tonight.”

Ass in the air, completely exposed to him. It excited you what his next move would be, but it was also killing you not knowing what he was up to. 

His hands were caressing your sides slowly, distracting you for a second with his touches from what was coming your way. 

“It seems like you can’t keep up with your promises.” It was sudden, completely unexpected; the sound of skin being slapped echoed through the room. His tattooed hand colliding with your ass. “So I might need to remind you what you asked for.” 

The next one felt harsher than the last one, eliciting a deep moan out of you and making your whole body move forward. This is not what you imagined that your night would be like, and you were definitely not expecting your roommate to turn into such a brat tamer. However, what surprised you the most is how much you actually liked it. This whole scenario in which Jungkook was simply handling you in any way he wanted was far way better than what your fantasies were about. The way he talked to you; the fact that he knew just the right amount of strength he needed to use to make you whimper in pleasure rather than pain; the tender touch he would provide you with before delivering another slap, as if he were preparing your skin for the collision. Everything felt like the perfect wet dream. 

After delivering one last slap to your ass, Jungkook leaned down to place wet kisses all over the area, before admiring the red imprint of his hand on both cheeks. 

“You think you’re ready for me now?” He mockingly asked. “Or should I check?” Not even expecting an actual answer, he slipped two fingers inside your entrance, moving them painfully slow. 

“Jungkook, please…” You whined, burying your face into the pillow. 

“Oh, now you know how to use the word, hm?” His fingers never stopped moving. “How convenient.” 

You shook your head, whimpering and squirming under his touch. “No more, please…”

“No more what? Tell me doll, what do you want from me?”

“No more… teasing.” 

You struggled to answer, letting out a deep breath before looking over your shoulders to glare at him. In hindsight, you should’ve known better than doing so, because the way his sweat-coated skin shone under the red lights almost got you coming on his fingers again. 

“Oh god!” You moaned when his fingers dug deeper into your velvety walls. “Right-fucking-there!” 

And just when you started to feel your walls getting tighter and your stomach feeling funny, Jungkook pulled out, stroking your clit a few times before flipping you over on your back. 

“Why did you stop?” 

“You’re the only one getting all the fun, baby.” He simply answered. “And next time you come, I want you to do it on my cock.” He placed a kiss on your lips before adding, “Where are the condoms?” 

Jungkook wasn’t dumb, he knew you had to have some hidden somewhere in your drawers, he’s seen you buy a package before, and while he had some himself, the brown-eyed boy didn’t think it would be practical to go to his room for it. 

“No need.” Just before he could question your answer, you added, “I’m on the pill.” 

Jungkook couldn’t comprehend what good he did in his past life to get this lucky, but he was thankful for it. 

“Should’ve said that from the start.” 

“Why? You like it raw that much?” You chuckled.

“Only when I have a pretty girl like you under me.”  His lips brushed against yours with a fleeting touch, making you chase after him which caused a smug laugh out of him. “Patient, doll. I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta be on your best behavior. Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded, adding a quick yes right after. Jungkook leaned down once again, placing his hands on each side of your head just like before. He started up kissing your neck, placing wet kisses all over it before reaching your mouth again. It was the perfect distraction from him lining up with your entrance. Before you even knew it, Jeon was pushing his tip right in, slowly and steadily. 

“Oh, fuck, ah…” You moaned out, hands flying over his shoulders. “Jungkook.” His name came out of your mouth as a whimper. 

“I know, pretty, I know.” He rested his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you’re really tight.” 

The brown-haired guy kept pushing in, careful to not hurt you and stopping every now and then to help you get used to his size. It was more than what you would normally take, so it took you a few seconds to go from slight pain to pleasure. Your nails were digging into his honey skin, eliciting a hiss from the guy above you, but not even once did he complain, if anything it looked like he enjoyed that sliver of pain.  

“Oh god, you feel amazing.” Jungkook whispered against your lips when he finally bottomed out. His breath was agitated and it was evident that he was struggling to keep still, yet he managed to do it, waiting for your permission to move. “You're doing so good, baby. Look at you, you took me so well, it’s all in.”  

You tried to look down to where both of your bodies were united. It was just there that reality really hit you; having all of his manhood nestled deep inside you was a whole new sensation, a different kind of feeling. You knew that there was no coming back from this, no going back to normal, no getting the same feeling from anyone else. You could only hope for this to be good enough for your roommate to stay with you. 

“Let me know when I can move, yea?” His breathy voice brought you back from your thoughts, preventing you from overthinking. 

A small nod was your first response, “You can… You can move.” You softly said. 

“Alright, I’ll be gentle okay? Promise I’ll make you feel good.” A sweet kiss was placed on your mouth before his hips started moving. 

Jungkook commenced thrusting in and out, sliding with enough ease inside of you while maintaining a steady pace. You could feel the entirety of him, stretching you out deliciously good. His cock was hitting the right places over and over again, eliciting moan after moan from you. His face had the most beautiful expression you’ve ever seen. Eyes connected to yours, lips parted while panting and cursing, eyebrows furrowed with a slight coat of sweat covering his forehead. Everything was just right.

Jungkook was loving every second of it, the way you were clenching on his length, while looking right up at him with pleading eyes and your nails scratching his skin was something he never thought would love so much. It was until then that he questioned if he was into pain, because the burning sting of your nails digging into his toned back was getting him more excited than it probably should. 

“Shit, Kook, you feel so good right now.” You panted, connecting your lips into a messy kiss. “Faster… I need it faster.”

“Anything you want, doll.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice; going at a slow pace was torturing him. Jungkook was quick to speed up, thrusting in and out of you with such strength that almost made you scream. He continued to fuck you like that, pressing his chest agaisnt yours while leaving a trail of wet kisses from your neck to your collarbones, sliding down with ease until he reached your tits. Jungkook admired them for a few seconds before diving in to close his mouth around one of your nipples. 

“Ah, Jungkook.” You whimpered, feeling his hot tongue circling your already hardened bud. His pace never relented even when his sole focus was on devouring your tits. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His teeth made contact with your sensitive nipple, stealing a gasp from you while some incoherent sentences flew out of your mouth. “What was that, pretty?” 

Jungkook was fucking you so good that it was difficult to even utter a single word. Everything felt so intense, and he was taking good care of you that it felt almost unfair to only lay there and enjoy it, that’s why you tried to compose yourself to voice your request.

“Come on, baby, use your words. Or is it hard for you to speak with your pussy stuffed with my cock, hm?” He mocked you and your little sounds. 

You’ll pay for that later. 

Trying to push him away would be futile so you didn’t even try, instead you glared at him while saying, “I wanna ride you.” It was clear and straight to the point, you needed to experience being on top of Jeon Jungkook while taking all of his cock as deep inside you as you could, at least once in your life. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.” He breathed out, “But okay, show me what you got.”

In a split of a second, Jungkook was laying down on your bed, staring right at you with lustful eyes and a smirk plastered on his face. His big hands were resting on each side of your hips, caressing your skin tenderly, almost encouraging you to get going with what you wanted to do. With no further ado, you guided his twitching dick to your folds, sliding through them and smearing your juices all over his length; you were enjoying the sensation of his tip nudging your clit when a harsh smack was delivered to your ass.

“No teasing.” Jeon warned you when you looked at him pouting, however, you complied, lining his cock with your entrance, sinking in slowly to enjoy how good he was stretching you out. “There you go, fuck, that’s it, pretty. You’re so good.” He hissed, holding your hips with a stronger grip than before. 

“You feel so big like this.” Throwing your head back, you whimpered out of pleasure, losing yourself in the sensation of his cock reaching deeper into you in this position. 

You started to move, back and forth with a steady pace; hands now resting on his chest to get more comfortable. Little by little you gained speed, sliding up and down just like you always wanted, the sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with the filthy sounds coming from both of your mouths. 

“Shit, that’s it. You look so pretty bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook loved the new view, not only did you feel amazing in this position, with your walls clenching on his girth, but also the way your tits were bouncing up and down with every move was driving him crazy. 

One of his hands reached up to hold your tit, fondling and kneading your tender flesh, however, his hand didn’t stop there. Jungkook felt bold enough to push his hand further up, slithering smoothly until his fingers reached a certain part of your body. Without even thinking, Jungkook wrapped his hand around your neck, just tight enough to make you gasp in surprise but without any ill intent. Nonetheless, it seemed like you weren’t the only one being taken by surprise, because the sudden pressure on your neck was like adding fuel to the fire, encouraging you to fuck yourself harder and faster on his throbing cock, and Jungkook noticed how your whole demeanor changed.

“Look at you,” He chuckled, “You liked being treated like this, huh? Like it when I choke you and smack you hard enough to leave a mark on you?” 

It was cruel the way he was speaking to you, but you couldn’t deny it, if anything it only pushed you to speed up, making your thighs ache and almost fall on his chest completely exhausted. 

“Ju-Jungkook…” You tried to call his name in a pleading voice. It was only then that you recognized the hot feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm was, once again, approaching.

“What? Can’t you answer the question? Are you that dumb to say a simple yes, hm?” His mocking smile was as infuriating as attractive. “Come on, doll, I know you can do better than that.” 

You really tried to hold yourself together, but the more his cock hit your sweet spot, the more your strength crumbled. 

“I- I’m…” It was getting pretty hard to voice your thoughts with his hand around your throat. 

“Am I making it difficult for you to speak?” The hand he placed on your waist was helping you to keep moving, but the one adorning your neck never lessened the grip. “Do you want me to take my hand off? You just have to say please and I’ll do anything you want, pretty.”

How could such a sweet and nice guy turn into a complete meanece in the blink of an eye. Jungkook continued to prove that judging a book by its cover it’s never a good thing, because the way he was acting with you in that moment, was beyond what you imagined he would be like in this type of scenario. 

“Ple-Please,” You begged, “Jungkook… please.” Not even a second passed before you could breathe properly again, his tattooed hand away from your neck. 

You felt like passing out, but his angelic voice brought you back from your hazy state.

“You okay there, Y/n?” He smiled softly at you, confusing you and making your heart skip a beat. Jungkook looked at you with a split of concern and tenderness for a brief second, making a weird feeling spread through your body, one that you were too scared to address. 

“I’m… yes, all good.” You nodded. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Both of his hands were back to holding your hips. “Because I’m not done, understand?” His eyes had that evil glint once again.

Before you could even ponder on his switching attitude, his strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, forcing you to rest on top of him, chest to chest and face so dangerously close to yours.

“I know you’re close, baby, stay like this and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

And so you did, burying your face in the crook of his neck while Jungkook positioned himself the right way to slam his cock into you with hard and fast thrusts. Your whimpers were muffled against his skin, while his moans filled your ears. He sounded so pretty, chanting your name the more you clenched on him.

“Shit, I’m getting close too.” Jungkook announced. 

“Please, I wanna cum…” You begged, pulling away from his neck to look at him with pleading eyes. “I can’t hold it.”

“I’m almost there, doll, wait for me, come on.”

His hands started to slide down to get a hold of your ass while still thrusting into you at such a relentless pace. So persistent and intense, every touch, move and caress felt ten times more than before, your whole body was sensitive that it was so difficult for you to hold it together, you desperately needed to have your release. Jungkook was aware of it, it was so painfully clear how bad you needed to cum, how desperate you were for him and his cock.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good.” His husky voice rang through your ears, making goosebumps coat your skin. “Fuck, I’m right there, baby, come with me. Make a mess on my dick.” 

It was automatic the way your body reacted to his command. A needy moan abandoned your mouth while your hands fisted the sheets in which the both of you were laying. You finally came on Jungkook’s cock, clenching so deliciously tight, meanwhile your whole body shook with the intense feeling of your awaited release. 

“Fuck, so good… Y/n, shit.” You couldn’t even pay attention to whatever the brown-haired boy was saying; completely lost in the moment and how well you felt. “I’m gonna come.”

With a final thrust, Jungkook finally unraveled, filling you to the brim with his warm cum. Hips stuttering and voice completely hoarse while calling your name. It felt so good to hear him like that, so breathless and spent; weak and whiny, so needy for you and only you. 

It took you a few minutes to fully recover from such an intense moment. Neither of you dared to speak once the rush of your orgasm finally subsided, you laid there, on his firm chest, breathing his scent and relishing in the sensation of his fingers caressing your back with a soft touch. 

“Are you… Are you okay?” There was a pinch of shyness in your roommates voice, almost as if his dominant persona vanished the moment he got his release. “I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You giggled against his warm skin, lazily shaking your head to answer his concerns. 

“It was way better than I expected.” You confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up due to that. “I gotta admit that you surprised me, though. I didn’t know you could be like that.”

Jungkook sighed softly, feeling satisfied with your response but slightly amused by your comment. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, yet.” 

It was the way he said it that piqued your interest, promising and inviting, as if he was trying to lure you into discovering just how much you still needed to learn about him. And just like Jungkook wanted, you fell right into it.

“Maybe you can show me.” Lifting your head slowly, you stared into his beautiful brown eyes, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you sure you want to get into that?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting down to set on his puffy lips. Jungkook didn’t think twice before leaning in to kiss you, slow and soft, with so much care that almost made you feel dizzy. 

“Alright, I’ll show you all of me.” 

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[moechies]

you literally cannot tell me that kaiser doesn't love period sex... hear me out okie!

he's not the biggest fan at first glance. like any other normal being, he thinks it's rather gross and unhygenic -- i mean the period is literally the lining of your uterus being shed, so he's not the biggest fanatic right off the bat.

it's only when he sees you writhing painfully atop of your shared bed, sniffling into the soft sheets with soft groans. he snoops up behind you, pushing your hair back behind your ear before pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek, asking you what's wrong.

he only coos sadly when you tell him it's your period, and it's hurting real bad. he brings a big, warm hand and clasp it over your tummy, asking if there's anything he can do to help. you only shake your head, the least bit frustrated at his ministrations having being worn from the pain all day, and wanting nothing more but to bask in your pain for a bit.

it's only when he's sitting in your guy's living room, waiting on a pack of pads and some sweets he ordered to be delivered to the home, when he comes across a video that claims: having sex on your period makes your cramps hurt less! he quirks a brow and scoffs, in what world would that even make sense? he's quick to scroll on, but can't deny his suspicion on whether the spewing man was right or not. so he opens a searching browser, and upon further research, and scrolls through r/periodsex on reddit, he deemed the man's claim to be strangely correct.

so he titters himself back into the bedroom where you lay, now scrolling on your computer with an abundance of pillows and sheets surrounding each side of your body, and kaiser chuckles at the sight.

"maus.. you've heard that havin' sex on y'r period can rid your cramps?"

you scoff, on par to his reaction but yours expends a little more anger. "that's so stupid, miche." you scowl a bit, face lightening when he reveals a couple chocolate bars and little sweets from his back.

"i dunno, 'id some research 'nd i think it might be true." he whistles, strolling his way over to you and handing you a bar of chocolate, placing the rest onto your bedside table.

"thank you, miche!" you grin, taking a nibble from the sweet, "but, i don't think your little period thing is true. sounds stupid." you're the same as him. no wonder you guys are so perfect for one another.

"hm," kaiser hums, rubbing his chin, "wha'dya say we test it out, maus?"

and that's how he got you here -- arched evilly as his heavy cock head sides back and forth through your aching slit. it spills with tinted slick, coating his pale-pink shaft red.

"micha," you cry out, terribly embarrassed as his slowed actions. you thought he'd be quick to get it over with for your sake, but he seemed to be enjoying this little 'try-out' way too much. "hurry, s--so embarrassed." you cover your face and whine as he taps his cock against your wet cunt, loud, sloppy noises eliciting from the mess. "embarrassed? how come?" kaiser grins, "nothin' t'be embarrassed about, lovie. 's just me."

"i know b--but... don't want y'to think ‘m gross." you whine, handling at the white sheets.

"nothin' you do is gross, maus." kaiser hums. "you understand?" you nod quickly, knowing just how mean he could get if you even bother trying to talk down on his efforts to love you. "hase, i'll put it in now, yeah? tell if it hurts, swear."

"i will! f--fuck me, miche, pleasee," you whine, shaking your ass up against his erection.

"you're shameless, hase." kaiser laughs, wasting no time before he thumbs at the front of his cock, pressing the crown against your weeping slit. you two gasp simultaneously when he fucks only the tip into your cunt -- fuck.

your pussy is so much hotter, and much more tender than it usually is -- and he knows this fact well enough from the amount of times he's made love to this very pussy. you whine when you feel your tummy churn from another cramp, tears building against your lashline. "oh, fuck, hase." kaiser whines, inching himself bit by bit into your sensitive cunt, a gentle thumb coming down to massage at your swollen, pearly clit. "y'alright, maus? need me to stop? or slow?" kaiser asks considerately despite his urge to not listen even if you do tell him to. god, it feels so damn good.

"no! miche, m--more!" you whine,

"haaah," a soft murmur of 'so hot,' is all he can manage as he shuffles himself further and further into your pussy, coming to a halt when he hears a rather pitched yelp.

"hase? y'alright?" you're breathing heavily, paired up with loud breathy moans. he's never seen you in this state with just his cock shoved into you -- without even moving or any other felt on your body. "'s sensitive, yeah? the ladies online said so, too." kaiser hums, thrusting slightly.

"shu--shut up, micha, just fuck me, 'kay? slowly!"

"y'got it, hase, calm down, 'righ? just enjoy it, miche'll make you feel s'good. so fuckin’ pretty hase.”

and god -- when he looks down after pulling out a slight and sees his cock coated in a deep crimson, he groans so unbelievably loud unlike you've ever heard before. the pretty scarlet in contrast to his white skin is throwing him in a loop, unable to help himself as he humps back inside with little remorse. he whimpers and whines each and every time your quivering pussy clenches his cock over and over -- and he's not even sure if you're aware of what you're doing.

"fuck, maus. f--feels good?" he finally cracks, bringing his hand down again to massage at your clit.

"u--uhuh, good.." you mumble, drooling against the sheets with a bit of tongue poking out. fuck, you're cute."

"cum now, baby, c'mon." kaiser leans over, pressing your body further into the sheets with his chest pressed against your bare back. "you can do it." he whispers, watching you unravel and shudder around his cock with a mean pinch to your clit. "m--miche..!" your thighs shiver, crying as you cum meanly on his cock and messing his shaft with a mixture of your creamy nut and rufous blood.

kaiser groans, fucking you gently to ride out your orgasm. his strokes are slow and deep, making you gasp at each initial thrust. "i'll cum inside." not a question, just a statement, a warning if you will.

and he does just that, unraveling just a mere couple seconds after yours and shooting white ropes of thick spent into your poor pussy. he groans and pants all at once, pulling out with a soft plop and pressing a kiss to your asscheek before pulling at it to admire his artwork.

he whistles in awe, watching his load spill out of you and mix with your blood to create a peony pink -- and although feeling a sense of flailing pride having to see his nut spill out of you, he won't chastise his sweet girl for it this time.

"m--miche..."

"yes, baby. let me clean you up." kaiser grunts with a grin, arms wrapping you into his embrace and taking you to the bathroom. "lets shower, yeah? i'll wash y'r hair f'you."

you press a weak hand against his chest, "b--but did you like it? was it g--gross?" you ask nervously, tiredly, unable to meet the man's eyes.

"no, i told you, i'd never find any part of you gross, maus. i loved it." kaiser chuckles, holding no hint of recline in his cerulean eyes. "you sure?"

kaiser scoffs. the one thing about kaiser is that he never lies. he'll tell you straightforward when he oughts, and you know this much. but you can't seem to hide the impending doom of embarrassment that haunts you in the back of your head, even if he affirms you over and over. "like i'd lie, lovie. don't doubt my honesty now. it was fun, ‘nd yer so pretty everywhere." he pinches at your cheek, earning a playful slap to his chest. "how's your tummy? still hurts?"

you shake your head, "no, doesn't hurt anymore, swear." and kaiser only grins, kissing your forehead gently.

"good, lovie. let me warm the water."

[gf2bellamy]

I just want to say that I love all of your fics! They are so sweet and cute and 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Can I please request reader meeting Penelope at like a pottery club or art class or cafe or something and the two of them hit it off and become really good friends and reader mentions that her boyfriend is coming to pick her up and just gushes about how sweet he is and how much she loves him. And then Spencer shows up and Penelope is like “oh my god!!!”

coffee — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing i think a/n: absolutely loved this idea tysm for ur request ! <3

You took the last sip of your coffee, laughing loudly at the story Penelope had just told you.

“I cannot believe you actually said that,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief, still grinning.

Penelope simply shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Someone had to say it,” she quipped, smirking as she took another sip of her now nearly empty cup.

You had met Penelope purely by accident—a mix-up at the coffee shop when the barista had mistakenly switched your orders. You could have just exchanged cups and gone on with your day, but somehow, the two of you ended up talking. And talking. One thing led to another, and suddenly, you were sitting together at the same table like old friends.

Now, as you noticed her cup was empty too, you felt reluctant to let the moment end.

“We should do this again,” you said, tilting your head at her.

Penelope’s eyes lit up instantly. “Yes. Yes. Most definitely yes,” she nodded enthusiastically, already reaching across the table for your phone before you could even offer it.

“I’m going out tonight with some friends from work,” she explained as she tapped her number into your contacts. “They’re wonderful people, and we’d have so much fun. You should totally come with.”

She handed your phone back, her enthusiasm contagious. You smiled, appreciating the offer, but you shook your head apologetically as you glanced at your screen.

“Can’t,” you said. “My boyfriend’s picking me up and we're grabbing dinner together.”

At that, Penelope’s brows arched with intrigue. “Boyfriend?” she echoed, her smirk returning.

You nodded, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks. “Yeah.”

Her grin widened as she leaned in slightly. “And? Tell me about this mystery man.”

You laughed softly at her curiosity, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well… he’s kind of the sweetest person I know,” you admitted, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Like, the kind of person who remembers all the little things—my favorite snacks, the way I take my coffee, even the books I say I want to read but never get around to.”

Penelope let out a dreamy sigh. “Okay, I love this already. Keep going.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “He’s ridiculously smart, but he doesn’t act like he knows everything. He’s just… thoughtful, in a way that sneaks up on you.” You glanced at your phone again, checking the time. “Like, this morning, he woke me up with pancakes. He burned the edges a little, but he still insisted on making them.”

Penelope gasped dramatically. “Okay, I’m officially obsessed with him. He sounds like a dream.”

You laughed, nodding. “He really is.”

Before Penelope could press for more details, your phone buzzed in your hand. You glanced down at the screen, your heart skipping a beat at the name flashing across it. “That’s him,” you said with a grin, slipping your phone into your pocket.

Penelope’s smirk grew as she crossed her arms. “Well, now I have to meet this perfect man of yours.”

You huffed a small laugh. “Yeah,” you admitted. “He should be outside right about now.” And with that, the two of you stood up, walking out of the coffee shop together.

There he was, Spencer, standing just outside with his back to you, hands casually tucked into his pockets. The sight of him sent a warm flutter through your chest.

“Spencer,” you called softly, excitement bubbling in your voice as you walked toward him, a wide smile spreading across your face.

He turned at the sound of your voice, his own smile instinctive. But then, just as quickly as it appeared, his expression faltered. His shoulders stiffened, his smile slipping away.

Your steps slowed. “What?” you asked, brow furrowing, your arms—once ready to wrap around him, now hanging uselessly at your sides.

His gaze wasn’t on you. It was locked onto Penelope.

The two of them stood there, staring at each other, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Spencer wore a shocked and worried expression, while Penelope’s face was a mask of smug satisfaction.

“Uh…” you said, glancing back and forth between them, trying to decipher the sudden tension. “Spencer, this is Penelope. I met her at the coffee shop today. And Penelope, this is Spencer, my boyfriend.” You lightly touched his arm, hoping to draw his attention back to you.

“Oh my god,” Penelope suddenly squealed, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. You turned to her, utterly bewildered.

“Spencer Reid,” she announced dramatically, planting her hands on her hips. “How dare you hide this from me?”

Spencer, whose face had somehow turned even redder, mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch.

Penelope, however, was having none of it. She spun toward you, pointing at him. “This?! This is your boyfriend?”

“…Yes?” you said slowly, the confusion growing.

She gasped, clutching her chest as if she had just heard the most scandalous news. “The Spencer Reid you’ve been gushing about? The one who makes you pancakes and remembers every single detail about you ?”

Your mouth opened slightly as realization dawned. “Wait. You know Spencer?”

“Oh, honey.” Penelope let out an exaggerated sigh. “Know him? I work with him. He is my Spencer.”

You blinked. “Your Spencer?”

Spencer finally let out a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Garcia…”

“Reid,” she shot back with a gleeful grin.

You took a step back, looking between them, still processing. “Wait, you’re Garcia?”

Penelope gasped again, looking mock-offended. “He didn’t tell you my name? I thought we were friends now!”

Spencer rubbed his temple. “I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think?” she interrupted, feigning shock. “Did you not think I would love her?”

He sighed, defeated.

You, meanwhile, had fully shifted from confusion to amusement, the situation far funnier now that you understood. “In his defense, I only knew you as ‘Garcia.’”

“Well, that changes now!” Penelope declared, looping her arm through yours as if you had been best friends for years. “Come on, we have so much to talk about.”

Spencer sighed again, but there was a small, fond smile pulling at his lips as he watched you two. He was in deep trouble.

[madamechrissy]

Cursed Promises

Pairings: Sukuna x Fem reader

CW: This chap, loss of virginity (reader's) Sukuna fks reader with both his cocks, (yayyy) lots of use of all his tongues and mouths, some semi public play, Sukuna calls you little bunny and slutty/whore etc, soft Sukuna, he's falling fast tbh, reader is falling quicker, lil bit of degradation, true form Sukuna, THIS CHAP IS ALMOST ALL SMUT lol you're warned.

Summary: You have been promised to Ryomen Sukuna, King of curses, for as long as you've been alive, ostracized from your village, 'special'. Now you are to marry him, sight unseen. People everywhere fear him, but will you find yourself intrigued by him. Just who is the King of Curses to his new wife? Arranged marriage au

A/N: This is ALL fluff and SMUT lol, Four Parts, you're not gonna get much plot, I really wanted monsterfucking and them being cute!? don't ask.- WC this chap-7.2k

Comments/ reblogs appreciated if you like this silly stuff ❤️

<<<Part Two part four>>>

Part Three

One week Later

You have not seen the King of curses for days, he had gone off to take care of some disturbances amassing, and was not coming home until hopefully tonight. You find yourself looking hopefully every time there is a knock on your door to your chambers, or every time you hear horses pull up out front. But it’s not him, and the worst?

You did not get to tell him goodbye beforehand.

Of course, he does not owe you such things, and it was very new, but you already have grown to be enamored with him, so very intrigued, and… of course you desire him. It’s written all over your body, all over your face, even days later you have bruises decorating your waist and hips from where his strong hands gripped, little scratches healing where nails had pressed in

You remember the feeling, so blissful that night right on the dining table, he’d brought you so much pleasure you felt more drunk than any amount of wine could ever make you. You can’t even imagine how it could get better, how there could be even more to sex than that, but then you remember those hard cocks, pressed against your eager pussy.

Heat creeps to your cheeks at such a memory, you are pacing the halls when Uraume comes up to you, a little smile on their delicate features.

“The King has arrived.” Uraume says now, and your breath catches, you let out an embarrassing squeal, that you quickly try to hide, clearing your throat and tucking back your hair.

“Apologies, Uraume.” You bow your head, trying to regain composure.

“You’re very excited, I see.”

You sigh. “Very.”

“He wants you to meet him in the Onsen, I shall lead you there.” You heat up all over again, at the thought of being with the King there.

“Will we be alone?” You murmur, while Uraume leads you out, they tilt their head curiously at you.

“Are you asking if his concubines will bathe with you as well? No, the King has asked for you both to be alone.” You truly give up trying to hide how pleased this makes you.

You should not expect such treatment, it is not how things are even done, a King is expected to engage with his concubines and have several babies, have many heirs, it’s a sign of his fertility. You see them talking about you as they walk through the halls, in elegant kimonos showcasing much of their sleek forms, whispering behind their hands at you.

You cannot help but resent them, knowing they have had him, but it was surely foolish, they have done more than you already have with him, but you are ready, to truly give the King yourself. Though there is much to learn about the somehow cruel yet kind man, one thing was certain.

You want him.

A lady’s maid helps you undress, until you’re completely naked, your chest rising and falling with each nervous breath. You take the wrapped clothes and towel as you nervously slide the door open, feeling the hot steam rise, you see it then, his strong, muscled back as he is alone in the spring. Your eyes assess every inch you get to see greedily.

“Shut the door, bunny, you’ll let all the steam out.” Sukuna’s rough voice says then, you quickly do as he asks, setting the clothes and towel down, stepping into the hot bath now, exhaling as the heat sinks into your skin, relaxing every bit of your muscles when you step deeper.

He’s covered in new scars you notice faintly with a frown, he already had many, but as you step closer you get the full view of just how many he has. You stand there behind his towering form, water up to your breasts, when he looks back at you over his shoulder, red eyes assessing you hungrily.

“Wash my back, brat, or are you afraid?” You take the washcloth from his hands now, gently running it up and down.

“You asked for just me here, my King?” Your voice is soft, Sukuna leans his neck side to side, sighing while you gently scrub his skin.

“One bunny should be enough to wash me.” You snort, and he turns now, snatching your wrist, your hand an inch from his skin. “You laugh at me? More insolent from just a few days ago?”

“N-no, sorry my King.” You go to wash his chest, eyes darting up to his here and there, two of his hands rest on your naked waist under the water while his head tilts to study you.

“Something to say? Bunny looks angry.” His tone is mocking, you scowl up at him then, earning a wide grin.

“Ever think that I just missed you!?” He pauses then, four red eyes narrowing, stepping back away from you then. “What?”

“Miss me, you’re fucking foolish. All some ploy to toy with me?” He demands, cupping your chin, long fingers taking it over.

“What, no one has ever said they missed you?” You ask, softer, his grip relaxes, but he’s still cupping you under your chin, thumb over your fluttering little pulse.

“How can you? You do not know me hardly yet to come to miss me. Do you know who I am!?”

“I do, and I missed you. So what, going to order me not to?”

He exhales, stepping closer, the steam enwrapping you all in the beautiful room, lotus flowers floating in the softly undulating water, which laps over his torso and your chest softly. “Why?”

“Why do I miss you? I do not know exactly how to put it into words, I just…” You worry your lower lip nervously, pulling your wrist out of his hold, to rest your hand on his chest, feeling his pounding heart beat under hot skin. “I was very sad without you, and longed for your return.”

“Tch, you are so whiny.” You glare again, but he pulls you against him fully, you blush when you feel his lengths against you, when he leans low, wrapping two arms around you. “I suppose I also wished to hear your annoying voice, and see your stupidly pretty face.”

You brighten up, earning an eye roll. “You did!?”

“Shut it.” He kisses you then, brutal and hungry, you melt into the embrace, his bites making your lips tingle and burn, sharp tongue drinking your every cry, two hands gripping your ass, lifting you until your legs are around his waist, you feel his cocks pressing against you from under, you’re so close to him, grinding now, earning his groan.

The groan urges you on, you’re pressed against the wall of the bath, slick cunt gliding on the length of one of his cocks, his tongue on his stomach shoots out, licking your clitoris, and your head falls back for his sharp teeth. He bites you so hard it breaks your flesh, a trickle of blood falling down your collar bone, which his mouth drinks up, you see the blood on his chin, making him terrifying.

Terrifying and so sexy, you cannot take it then, you swipe some of your blood off him, kissing him and tasting it, the copper of it mixed with his heady taste. You’re rolling your hips, slick and hot against his abdomen, your own nails pressing against him, feeling the strong muscles tense under you.

He lifts you out of the bath then suddenly, you gasp, both of you are dripping water droplets everywhere, the steam floating up and surrounding you both, the room is so warm you are only shivering from desire. Sukuna has you on your back on several fluffy towels, leaning his heavy weight on you. You continue to be devoured by him, he’s kissing down your neck, to your breasts.

“This body, fuck.” He growls out the words, huffing while he sucks on your nipples, fingers slipping down your tummy, which trembles under his rough fingers, your back arching.

“Please, my King, touch me.” You beg now, he takes two fingers while two hands spread your thighs, sinking two thick fingers in your cunt, making you scream, while he presses up over and over on that spongy spot in your eager hole.

“Soaking wet, and begging, you’re so easy, so desperate, hmm?” You manage a glare, which he seems to entice him, he’s grinning down at you.

You take one of his cocks in your hand, watching him fall apart from a touch, his red eyes dilating so that they’re all almost black, hands touching every inch of skin he can find. “You’re so easy, mmm did you miss me?”

“I did not miss you at all, damned brat.” You giggle, but then his fingers are replaced by the head of one of his cocks, the other resting on top of your clit. You gasp as you feel the mushroomed reddened tip against that slick, the other dripping precum on you, creating pressure just from that. “Nothing else to say?”

“I… you… n-no, y-yes!” He doesn’t make fun of your pathetic little attempt to speak this time, he exhales, pressing in, and you feel so stretched just by his tip it’s insanity, even two of his fingers could not prepare you.

He sinks deeper then, pushing past that barrier, and you scream out, he pauses, leaning over you and allowing you to adjust, before pulling back, he’s on his knees, two hands gripping your hips, your back arches off the floor. Your hair is splayed on the towels, soaking wet still, while he stretches and fills you. You both moan out when your walls spasm around him.

“You’re… t-too big…” You whine, much to his amusement, two of his hands grip your breasts, the tongues lapping out all over them.

“I’m barely in, brat.” You gasp, eyes wide open, looking down, and he pushes even further, your wetness pooling around him, making it easier for Sukuna’s cock to sink even deeper in your little hole. “Still not even half in, f-fuck you’re too tight… loosen up this instant, I command it!”

“Loosen!? What!? Ah!” You scream out as he stuffs you more, and soon the pain is dissipating, replaced by insane pleasure, he moans out now, his cock inside you and the other, grinding on your clit, when he pulls that one out, leaning you up, pressing the other one inside you now, the lower cock grinding against your ass, feeling so lewd and so good.

“That’s it, look at you, taking me so well, cunt is made for her king.” He’s huffing now, and chuckles, grabbing your chin when your eyes roll back. “Look, fucking you so deep- ha. Can see me.”

You look down, seeing the bulge of your tummy as he moves slowly inside of you, only serving to make you wetter, more sensitive, you scream out then when he sinks so deep he hits your cervix, bottoming out in you. The sight is so wanton and lewd, only serving to make you wetter, more sensitive, your eyes shoot back to his, he’s watching his cock move in you, watching your tummy move.

“Going to ruin you, little prey.” Sukuna is whispering the words, and you are wriggling under him at the pressure, at the stimulation, his tongue in his stomach lapping at your clit again, then.

“Too much, too much I’m - ah!” You shatter then, falling apart all around the thick cock pummeling you now, faster and harder, his huge body overtaking you, you’re seeing little glittery stars, more intense than you’ve felt before with him even.

“That’s it, cumming so easy, your first time, too?” He’s teasing you with a gruff voice, you’re too far gone now though, not even here anymore, shaking as you struggle to stay tethered. “Ready for me to stop taking it easy?”

“Taking it easy- wh-what now?” He’s grinning wickedly, those four eyes all lidded, when he presses your thighs up high, folding you in half. “Sukuna!”

“You can take it bunny, be a good girl would you?” You’re being pumped so full then it’s insane, you hear the loud smacks of skin while one of his cocks is fucking into your heat, he keeps dragging you on each one, your cunt is drooling down their veiny lengths, while your mouth is drooling, he swipes some of it with a smirk. “Pathetic, fucked out little bunny.”

You want to retort, you want to glare, but you are indeed pathetic, when he’s fucking you like this, harder and harder, so deep as he smushes your body, you feel like you’re splitting in half. Just as you get used to one sensation, one hand is licking your tits, your neck, his tongues alternate lapping at your clit, his cock shifts to the other one. Now he’s thickening in you, two hands pulling on your hair.

“Can’t wait till I can put both in you… fill your body fucking everywhere.” Your cunt is so slick it’s slippery, even as huge as he is, she’s sucking him in, and it feels so fucking good, him fucking into you over and over. “Feel so fucking- f-fuck…”

Sukuna is cussing, that mixing with the squelching wetness and loud slaps of skin intermingles with your cries, echoing in the Onsen. You wriggle to pull back but he pins your hips, Sukuna is pounding your pussy beyond its limits, switching cocks again, while his hands and mouths devour every inch of you, littering you with marks and bruises that you crave.

“That’s it, bunny, want this heir inside of you? I’m going to put one there, right fucking there.” He whispers, pressing a hand on your tummy, and you whine pathetically unable to form a coherent thought. “Beg for it, to get filled by your king.”

“P-please, f-fill me. Give me… your heir…” You manage to squeak out, you can barely recognize your hoarse little whimper, while Sukuna growls right above you, your hands yank him down by his broad muscled shoulders, pulling his mouth to yours. “K-kiss me.”

“Demanding little-” Too late, you’re pulling this strong man down on you, while his hands press into the backs of your thighs bruisingly and his cock is shoved so deep, he moans right into your lips, as he brings you again, his tip dragging against your spot in your walls, while one of his tongue shoots out on your clit again, circling the little nub while he moans into your mouth.

“S-Sukuna!” You scream out hoarsely, unlatching your lips, taking several greedy breaths while he pushes so deep, drooling tip on your cervix. He gasps himself now, tensing, as you both kiss sloppy, he pulls back and exhales against your lips.

“Let me feel you cumming on my cock again, Bunny. Now.” You let him think it’s his order, but you’re already there, orgasm blinding you, your head would slam on the floor if one of his hands wasn’t carefully resting under it, you cum all over his cock, dripping everywhere, while he fills you so full, groaning against your lips.

Your walls are pulsing around his thick cock, milking him for everything he has, and he’s cumming so much, one cock filling you while the other pumps hot sticky cum on your tummy, painting your skin in white rope patterns. It stretches from your belly button up between your breasts. The heat of his cum makes you clench around him, while his strong arms drag you further on his length.

“S-Sukuna!” You’re sobbing now, you can barely fucking breathe when he’s still got you stuffed so full.

“Took all of it, and need more? You have such a greedy cunt.” Sukuna whispers, you try to focus on his face, try to bring yourself to, entire body tingling from the sensations.

“F-fuck…” Is all you manage, he snorts a bit, pulling out, moaning as the fluids of his cum and yours pour out of your abused pussy.

“Such a nasty mouth.” You halfheartedly glare, but it falls flat, when he’s bent down, pulling your puffy lips apart, the most satisfied smirk ever on his face. He then presses his fingers down the sticky substance coating your tummy, pussy, thighs, it’s all over, the mess he’s made you into.

“You’re so messy.” He bursts into a booming laughter at you now, he then dips a cloth into the water, handing it to you. “You’ll do it.”

“What now?” He raises a brow, and you raise one back.

“You made the mess, you will clean it.” He scoffs at you, but you shove the washcloth back in his hand, smiling and batting your lashes. “Go on now.”

“You insolent little brat. I am not your servant, I’m your king.” He cleans you though, swiping the mess off your tummy, then to your pussy, chuckling. “Wrecked you didn’t I?”

“Why did I miss you!? Ow!” You hiss now, blanching a bit when you see a little blood on the cloth. “What is-”

“It happens the first time.” He carries on, until you’re all cleaned up, pulling you to sit now, hands tracing your bare body, still dewy from the bath. “You loved it, what a slutty virgin you were.”

“You’re so arrogant and annoying.” You smack at his hands now, going to stand, only to wobble on shaky legs. He’s laughing even more, wrapping arms around your hips.

“You can’t even fucking walk, hah! Shall I have a servant carry you, weakling?”

“Sure, naked and all, let them.” You shove off him again, knees damn near knocking when you turn away, only for Sukuna to yank you back against him, you feel the fury in his energy rising. “What is it, my King? Aren’t you done?”

“Done with you? Fuck no.” He starts walking you to where the towels are, wrapping you carefully, slinging a towel over his hips low, showing every inch of his tattooed, muscled frame. “Stop drooling, human.”

“You’re infuriating!” You feel it then, emotions of what just happened, finally hitting, when your mind is trying to piece together what happened.

“Tch, don’t start that crying now. I have told you it irritates me.” He cups your face, tilting your chin up as he leans down. “Stop it.”

“You’re arrogant and conceited, and rude! Do you not know… how it feels to for the first… how I…”

“Stop. I order it.”

“You can’t order tears away, all right? I want you to hold me, not laugh at me.” He tenses, hating the sight of the tears glimmering now.

“You’re so demanding, can’t you be a good wife, an easy one?”

“I suppose I cannot.” You turn and stomp out now, only for King Sukuna to chase you out in his towel. “Go away!”

“Don’t you dare speak that way.”

“Ah!” Sukuna has hoisted you over his shoulders as the concubines walk by, many of them eyeing you, Sukuna glares at them.

“What the fuck are you all looking at?” His towel drops then, and they are now giggling, Sukuna sets you on the floor, looking only at you. “Fix my towel, wife.”

You bend down, grabbing it with shaky hands, while they start whispering again amongst themselves, the guards are also watching with surprise and amusement while you tie a knot around his thick hips. The bulge of his cocks, which are still semi hard, is apparent, earning the ogling of the women.

Sukuna however just grabs you by the wrist, dragging you past them, without a look, turning when you get to his bedroom door and smirking down at you. “You’re a jealous brat.”

“Am not!” You cross your arms, huffing, but you do smile as you hear their footsteps scampering. “Your chambers?”

“Indeed, I said I’m not done with you.” He opens the heavy door, revealing the grand chamber that is his own, filled with ornate furniture, silk curtains billowing from the windows. A massive bed that could fit a dozen people adorned with crushed purple velvet covers and a black canopy.

“Your bed is so…”

“It’s made to fit many women. But my itty bitty bunny seems greedy.” He murmurs, shutting the door behind him with a resounding click, you exhale, walking to it, dropping your towel on the floor and peering over your shoulder. “Fuck… that backside will looks so good with my handprints.”

“Your handprints?” He walks to you, pausing your hand that is touching the soft blankets.

“Bend over.” His order thrills and terrifies you.

“No.”

“No!?” You grin, moaning softly when he does lift you, your legs dangling off the tall mattress, suspended there with your ass shown to him, earning a loud smack that you gasp at. “I see I will need to discipline you, hmm?”

“It is your duty as a husband.” You murmur, moaning when he smacks you again, two of his hands are spreading your ass cheeks apart, exposing your heat to his vision, he moans behind you.

“This gets you wet? Does everything I do get you wet?” He smacks you again, you just moan, you cannot help it, the pain just urges your drippy cunt on, still having him leak out of you.

“Y-yes, my King. It does- mnh.” Sukuna climbs on the bed, propping you on all fours, one hand shoving your face into the mattress, you hear the creak of his weight sinking on it, before you feel something hot and sticky drip down your ass. “What are you doing?”

He smacks your pussy now, you scream out into the pillow, while his saliva drips down your open pussy, then you feel his tongue lapping at you again. “You’re still pouring my seed out, perhaps I need to put more in you?” You moan then, shifting your hips, he chuckles. “So fucking eager.”

“You love it.” He pauses, lifting his hand off your head, you look back and bite your lip, shaky and overstimulated, but you want it, all of him again. “I am sore though, ah!”

“We need you to get used to this, I will not just fuck my bride once and call it a day.” His tongue slips inside your folds, pressing deeper, cleaning out all of his cum that’s left, slipping up to lap at your ass hole, he laughs as you squeak. “Ah and that’s your other hole.”

“I… you… now!? I…”

He clicks his tongue, letting his hand now grip your backside instead. “Not yet, calm down. Prissy bunny.”

“M’not- oh, oh!” He’s slipped a thumb inside your little ass hole now, moaning out as you do at the sensation, while he starts rubbing each tip back between your sore lips, precum already dripping out of them.

“You like it, such a whore already huh?” You should hate the term, but the way he says it, so pleasing. “My whore, aren’t you?”

“M’yours- Sukuna!” He’s pressing one tip, then the other, his body tensing as he feels your tight cunt drooling on them. “Not both, there’s no way I can.”

Sukuna rolls all four eyes, slipping between your folds, pressing one of his cock heads in, then the other. “Not all the way in, relax. An order.”

You’re still tense, while two strong hands spread your thighs while the other two run up and down your back, then he smacks your ass again. “Ah!”

“Breathe.”

You exhale nervously, and then you feel one tip press in, he fucks you just barely with it, you damn near cum from just that, before he’s got the other tip slipping in your entrance, his fingers leaving your ass and he’s rubbing a tip there too. You tense all over again, earning another smack.

“Relax, an order.” You exhale, nodding, and soon both tips are pressed in your tiny entrance, stretching you beyond your means, you can barely breathe, while he’s tensing behind you, pressing them both in, they rub and drool together while you feel the insane pressure in your lower tummy.

“Too much, too much!” You whine, and he exhales, pulling one out, sliding one fully in now, to the hilt. “Ah! S’good… please…”

“Please what, slutty fucking brat?” He huffs the words, you’re clutching the soft velvet with your hands, when he takes them and bounds them behind your wrist, fucking you harder and harder. “Fuck you feel so… perfect this cunt is… m-made… for…”

You swear you hear the King of Curses whimper.

Surely it was an illusion?

“More, please.” Is all you whine, and he does just that, pulling back out and slipping both tips in your cunt he’s stretched so well, he can only get the tips in still, but you’re cumming all over them, while your wrists are in his brutal grip, he’s rolling his hips, feeling you grip him like a fucking vise.

“F-Fuck.” He whispers your name then, not bunny or brat, a desperate cry escaping his mouth when he pumps his two tips in you over and over, gummy little walls and that tight ring of muscles stretching and gushing to accommodate. “That’s it, cum f’me, huh?”

You’re screaming against the soft pillows while you do, cumming all over the thick invasion in your cunt, they can’t even go deeper, she won’t allow it, but she’s throbbing around his drooly tips, begging for it, for more. He’s gripping your hips while he’s gripping your wrists, you’re at his mercy, helpless.

“Feel her, f-fuck. M’gonna cum in her again, both of em. Is that what you want?” You nod weakly. “Then say you want me to, now.” He uses a fourth hand to smack your ass, the smack echoing in the room, stinging. You turn your head to look back at him, gasping for a breath.

“Cum in me… with both. Please, Sukuna.” He groans out, pumping fast for a moment, his tips alone are burning your skin, he sinks just an inch in deeper, the stretch exhilarating, and then he starts spurting. “Ah!”

“Getting you pregnant tonight, wife, filling your fucking stomach with me.” He huffs, then the cum is pouring inside of your hole, the hot seed coating all your walls, bringing you to climax just from that again, you are too full, too full of him. He’s leaning over you, both cocks barely nestled, while he puts his lips to your ear. “Feel me?”

“All of you.” Your words and your cunt contracting make him sensitive, earning more seed sucked out, he pulls back and leans back to watch it all pour out while you weakly cry against the blankets, overwhelmed and fucked out.

“Look at how good she did.” He muses, and then his face is between your thighs, his tongue lapping at the drooling cum oozing out. “Taste us together.”

He pulls you up by your hair, arching your back, you open obediently as he spits in your mouth now, his cum, yours, and his saliva dripping, you swallow it, before he’s kissing you just like that, head upside down for his kisses, his hands everywhere on your bruised body. Soon he’s got you flipped and you’re straddling him, tears pouring on your cheeks.

“I’ll have my heir in your tummy by the end of the night, won’t I Bunny?” You nod weakly, wincing when he slides against your cunt.

“Ah-ah-ah!”

“You’re weak, can’t go again?” He earns a little shake of your head and a sniffle. “Fine, fine… I’ll let your pathetic human body rest.”

“Pathetic!?”

“Pretty but pathetic.” Soon he’s dressed in his robes, and you’re so weak you can barely move. You look at him through sleepy eyes.

“Must I leave now?”

“Tch, no, you may stay.”

“The night!?”

Sukuna rolls all four eyes. “If you must.”

“Yay!” You giggle, energy abounding suddenly, you jump off the bed and pull him down by his robes.

“So happy from just that?” He raises a brow, you just nod, pulling him for a kiss, hand entangled in pastel locks. He pulls back and cups your face, overwhelming you with all the emotions he unknowingly elicits, when your tummy growls.

“I’m so sorry!” You mumble, but he smirks.

“You need to eat, get your strength for another round.”

“No more rounds tonight, I cannot handle it.”

“You’ve got another in you. But you will eat, I’ll have them bring you up a tray of dinner. I still have much to do.” You pout. “What’s that look!?”

“An - I want another kiss- look.” He snorts, but obliges, hot lips on yours once more.

“You enjoy that overmuch, look at you all pleased.” You grin big, he pretends it doesn’t make his chest ache.

“Kissing you? Yes. I think it’s my new favorite thing.” You murmur, but he tenses just a bit at that, confused by you, before his shoulders relax and his lips are turned up at the corners.

“You’re cockdrunk again, little slut.” He loves how mad you get, while you cross your arms under those breasts, making him hard all over again.

“Am not!”

“Are so. Need another round?” He runs his fingers through your messy hair, a sheen of sweat making your smooth skin glitter.

“I hurt, though Sukuna.” You say with a pout.

He sighs in annoyance. “You’re such a baby. Now let me leave.” He steps back, shooting you a look, eyes drinking in your bare skin. “I’ll send up some things like your robes to keep in my chambers.”

Staying in Sukuna’s chambers!?

“Could you not look so pleased?” You straighten up, bowing your head, to his amusement as he steps out, he doesn’t see the silly giggle you do, and you don’t see his little hint of a smile.

What sort of bride has he gotten?

*****

Sukuna comes in later that night and sees you lightly snoring, so small in his enormous bed, curled in a little ball shivering, somehow you’ve kicked the blankets off you he notices. He undresses and slips under the covers, he’s of course had many women in his bed, but for some reason he is just a little nervous, until you blink sleepy eyes at him.

“Kuna.” You murmur, he snorts at that, while you turn to him, snuggling up, your icy hands and feet pressing against his hot skin.

“What is that name, and why are you so cold, woman? Cease touching me this very instant.” He tries to push you away, but you snuggle even closer. “You little pest, I swear to the gods.”

“You’re so warm, Kuna. Mmm.” Again, he hears the name, while you snuggle to him for warmth, curled up like a damn cat, warming up your chilled fingers while his hands all hold away from you, unsure of just what to fucking do with you.

“I will kick you on the fucking floor if you do not warm up.” You blink sleepy eyes up at him, cupping his face now, he glares at you.

“I am warming up, on you.” You scooch even closer, loving the feeling of his warm, hot body on yours. “I touched myself while you were gone.”

“What now!?” You’re giggling again, head in a daze from his orgasms and the wine that came with dinner, a meal you devoured, fucking certainly worked up an appetite it seems.

“Yes, but I did not do a good job, I think I have much to learn.”

“You will not touch yourself without me here again, that’s an order.” You smile against his chest, snuggling even closer, enjoying him tensing.

“Oh, why not?”

“Because…” He slips a hand under your robe, pressing against your aching cunt, slipping his fingers between glistening folds. You moan softly. “She is mine. I’ll not have you touching her without my permission.”

“Yours?” You whisper, he snorts, shoving your head back against him.

“How did I get the most annoying bride? Was there no one else in the village but your bratty ass?”

You scoff, before inhaling his scent, so musky and alluring. “Meanie. Hmm, you smell so good, Kuna.”

“Cease that stupid name, now. And why are you sniffing me?”

“Hmm, but you call me bunny.” You mumble, yawning. “And you sniff my hair and neck, so.”

“Psh.” He will not say so, but he’s enjoying you all over him far too much, you snuggling him, your tiny little body against his enormous one. He wants to protect you from anything and everything, it’s all setting in, he hates it, the irritating feeling clenching his chest.

And you feel like he will protect you, his four arms wrapping around you finally, wide muscled thigh pressing between your legs, he feels so perfect and warm. You’re still aching from earlier, where he’s just touched, but you damn near could go again, she’s throbbing around nothing when one of his huge hands presses on your back, and the other brushes across your cheek.

“Can I stay here every night?” You ask, eyes shutting again, you battle to keep them open, but you’re losing.

“Every night? How annoying.” Sukuna can’t really imagine you not staying here every night, though. “Sleep before I occupy your bratty mouth.”

“Again!?” You feel his cocks start to press against you, he chuckles, shaking his entire body.

“I could go all day and all night. Ah, shutting up now I see?”

You are already drifting off to sleep in your new husband’s arms, you thought it would be so terrible, losing your innocence, laying under him, bearing him a future heir, but it was as far from that as anything could be. It was amazing, your sore, aching body melting against his warmth.

You could quite get used to this.

*****

The Next Week

“Sukuna, what are you doing!?” Your voice is a hasty breath. You are sitting right on Sukuna’s lap in the throne room, as he plays with your drippy wet cunt, rolling his long, rough fingers on your engorged little clit.

“Touching my wife, why?” He whispers in your ear, while the guards align the walls, your eyes roll back, body overheating while you try to keep in your cries. “Oh you love it too, you’re so slutty.”

You frequently sit with him here, and he teases absolutely, but he is sinking two fingers in your pussy, past those gummy little walls, you can hear your squishing under your purple robes, panicking and worrying everyone else can. But it feels so fucking good, you find your hips shifting, thighs opening for more, his fingers up to his knuckles in your wetness.

He moans softly, while more people pour in, they are speaking to him of this problem or that, you’re holding in your cries, no one can see what he’s really doing with how he has you turned towards him, but you can swear they know. It was odd at first, you at every single meeting, to the other nobles, but who are they to question Sukuna? And many times you could calm him.

Somewhat.

Even fingers deep in your pussy he manages to fling someone across the room, knocking over several people like fucking bowling pins, but you sure weren’t able to complain when his tongue on his hand is lapping at you, drinking up the juices that flow all over. You’re about to cum when he pulls back, letting you get a breath, he rests his head on his fist, full of boredom.

He sucks on his fingers, smirking at you, while he handles more, you end up yawning and snuggling against him at a certain point, one of his arms wraps around you, it’s so comfortable here like this. He has to leave again tomorrow and you’re absolutely dreading it, so you’re exceptionally clingy.

“Uraume, get her ready for dinner.” He says later on, when the room has cleared. “Get off me now, brat.”

“Not leaving.” He sighs, picking you up and putting you down now.

“Go on, now. An order.” You sigh, feeling emotions stick in your throat.

“Take me with you tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not, it’s dangerous.”

“Then-”

“Go. Get. Ready. For dinner. Don’t give me that look, bunny.” You follow Uraume, they take you to get cleaned up and dressed, Sukuna loves dressing you up for dinner it seems, he has an endless amount of yukatas and jewelry.

“Will you stay for this journey?” You ask Uraume.

“No, my Queen, I'll be joining him.” You frown then, Uraume at least keeps you company when Sukuna was not here, without them you will feel far too lonely in this huge castle.

“You can’t both leave me!” Uraume finishes clasping your necklace now, sighing.

“It will not be too long.”

“But Uraume, do I not have powers?”

“Well they are not trained, and the King cannot risk you. I’m afraid until you get some training-”

“That’s it, you’ll train me!” Uraume blinks at you.

“What now?”

“Yes, you will. I want to be useful, not just flounce around in gowns.”

“The king wants you home flouncing around in gowns though, you need to eat healthy and have heirs, not go off to battles.” Their voice is so calm always, you try to pout but it just doesn’t work on them like it seems to with Sukuna, so you decide to appeal to their logic.

“Uraume, but what if something should happen here? Should I not be equipped for such-”

“See how annoying she is?” Your husband’s voice interrupts now, as he stands in front of your doorway, taking the entirety of it up.

“Kuna…”

“Kuna?” Uraume snorts now, covering their face, earning Sukuna’s glare. “Sorry, my King.”

“Cease that nickname now. What am I hearing echoing through the halls, with your loud ass voice?” You sigh, looking down, fiddling with your hands in front of your lap now. “Do not even give the look of innocence, you’ll not go with us, that was an order.”

“But what about training? You’ll make me pathetic and helpless if someone comes here and attacks the castle!”

“We have guards for that-”

“Please?” You pout, and it ruins him, as it always does. You’re making him irritatingly soft, Uraume can’t help but watch in amusement. 

“I’ll arrange for some training when I return. If you will cease pestering Uraume and get your pretty ass for dinner.” He concedes, you grin so big then, brightening your annoyingly cute face, though he won’t tell you he enjoys it.

“Yay!” You giggle, the irritating sound making him and Uraume cringe just slightly, but Uraume smiles at you and Sukuna when you’re hugging the enormous sorcerer, and he places a hand on your head, brushing your hair back.

“You in these gowns…” His voice is a husky whisper, igniting desire back within you, but when wasn’t it burning?

“Mmm, you enjoy them?” You whisper, trailing your fingers up his bare chest, tracing the black tattoos that decorate his body.

“What a stupid question.”

“I’ll have dinner sent up.” Uraume shuts the door, as the sounds of your moaning and the King’s are soon echoing through the halls.

“We should eat…” You murmur, barely noticing the click of the doors when Sukuna presses you against them, rough kisses down your throat, already peppered with bruises and marks from him. Your hands entangle in his locks, as the words in your heart start to overflow. “Sukuna, I should tell you something before you go.”

“Stop being so sappy, I’ll be fine.” He cuts you off with his hands gripping your breasts over your robe, his other hands kneading at your backside, pulling you against him.

“B-but I need to say something… you’re distracting me!” You moan out then, when he’s biting your collarbone, shoving you harder against the cold door, cupping between your thighs now, making you blinded.

You want to tell him you’re falling for him.

Would he laugh at you?

Would he believe you?

You have no clue, but now your mind is muddled, and every time you go to open your mouth, he’s taking it over again. Your heart is racing in your chest. “Kuna, let me say something first.”

“Hush, would you, woman?” Sukuna kisses you again and again, before sinking to his knees, you whine out, feeling your heat pool in your stomach. He lifts one of your legs over his broad shoulder, breath hot against you. “I’ll eat dinner alright.”

“Ah!” Sukuna’s spreading your lips and swipes his tongue up you, being edged all damn day you’re so sensitive you nearly come then and there. “You never let me finish a sentence. I need to- oh my gods.”

Sukuna’s sharp teeth bite your clit, the sensation making you gasp out, gushing honeyed arousal which he drinks with his tongue and lips. You can hear it, the sounds of him slurping you up, you’re dizzy, lips opening and closing, two red eyes glowing as they watch you, one hand steadying you, another arm wrapping your hips, pressing you against his face.

“L-love… love you…” You finally manage to speak, only for him to pause, pulling back, your slick glistening all over his face. He glares, tongue lapping out to taste you off his lips.

“What nonsense is this!?” He demands.

“Nonsense, it is not, it’s-”

“Nonsense.” You glare now as he stands, towering over you, gripping your face with two huge hands. “Fucking idiocy.”

“Really, Sukuna? That’s really how you’re going to respond?” You feel tears stinging the back of your eyes, breaths coming quicker and quicker, as his words tear you apart.

“You don’t even… that’s not… you don’t.”

“Do not tell me what I feel! Infuriating ass of a man.” Sukuna steps back then, shoving you to the side. “Really, and you’re leaving?”

“I have much to prepare for, and you’re annoying the ever loving fuck out of me. Good night.”

“Good night!?” He slams the door, and you feel yourself whirling with emotions, fucking fury at him, confusion, your body’s reaction to his play, you’re shaky and dizzy suddenly.

You sit down on the floor by the door, hugging your knees and crying into your folded arms, wishing he would come back. But the next morning he is gone, and he did not say a damn word to you, aside from a note he has written informing you of things to take care of while he is gone.

There is a little box, and inside of it is another pretty necklace that you want to fling across the room.

I hope you come to your senses while I’m gone.

Your King.

Your King!? Not your loving husband- well this was Sukuna, but still, you scoff at his audacity, setting the note down and feeling the loneliness start to sink in, and he’s just barely gone. He couldn’t even come say goodbye to you? And this is what he sends you as a farewell?

Why have you fallen in love with such an ass?

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Rest in the comments! One more fluffy/smutty part hehe <3

[gloomwitchwrites]

Omg!! Think you can do the opposite version of the hickey ask? Where the guys notice a hickey and get all jealous n’ pissy🤩 i love it & your writing🥰

Ha! Anon, you have me giggling and kicking my feet. The hickey ask anon is talking about can be found HERE, but I absolutely love the idea of doing the opposite. Instead of a hickey on one of the guys, it's on reader. hehe. (oh god I need to go touch grass or maybe use my teeth to the mow the lawn right now because I am salivating).

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, possessive behavior, rough kissing, secret relationships, suggestive themes, jealousy

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

John’s grip on your upper arm is a vice.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he says, voice low.

“Let go, John,” you snap. “You’re going to cause a scene.”

“Am I?” he counters. “Everyone’s already been talking. You’re showing that thing off on your neck like you’re proud of it.”

“Maybe I am,” you reply. “Why do you care?”

With a quick tug, John plasters you against him. His body is all heat and muscle. Everything in you ramps up, becomes wanton. It remembers him.

“Who the fuck touched what’s mine?” he asks in a hoarse whisper.

You swallow. Shake your head. “I’m not yours, John. You always push me away.”

John’s lips come dangerously close to yours. “Tell me who touched you.”

“You did. Don’t you remember?”

You feel him freeze, as if his mind and body are frozen as he tries to recall what happened. The two of you had been drinking when you slid into his lap.

John closes the distance, stealing a kiss that is more possession than anything else. The sensation goes straight down to your toes, and pools between your thighs.

“Come back to my office.”

“John—”

“I want to recreate last night.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“No. No. Don’t walk away from me.”

Kyle’s hand grips your wrist. He tugs, pulling you back in his direction. Kyle is right there, standing so close, head bent forward with intimacy that sinks down into your soul and shatters everything you are.

You cannot resist this man. Never.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting this way, Kyle.”

Kyle grasps the side of your face, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “Because someone marked you. I want to know who it is.”

Does he not know? Does Kyle not remember?

Kyle licks his lips and you follow the movement, remembering how he tasted last night.

“Tell me who it is. I just want to talk to them. Set them straight.”

You laugh and Kyle frowns.

“You’ll be talking to yourself,” you reply.

His mouth opens. Closes. Kyle’s hand drops away from your face to settle on your shoulder, fingers delicately tracing the mark on your neck.

“I did this?” he asks, almost absently.

“You did,” you affirm, heat rising to your cheeks. “Last night.”

Kyle smirks. His gaze roams upward, meeting your own. “Want me to give you a few more? Doesn’t have to be on your neck.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“Oh, love. What’s this?”

You lean away but Johnny is quick. He corners you, pressing you into the wall. He’s smiling, but you can see the underlying irritation. His gaze roams all over your body.

“Need something?” you bite, knowing that if the two of you linger here too long, someone will come looking or accidently happen upon you.

It’s not like Johnny is being discreet. He has one knee between your legs, and a hand on your hip. It’s a possessively intimate embrace, and it reminds you of all the things the two of you did last night.

“Aye. I do actually.” Johnny lightly pinches the mark on your neck and you flinch.

“What the fuck?”

“Who gave you that?”

You blink. “What?”

“The fucking hickey. Tell me so I can beat their fucking face bloody.”

You roll your eyes and Johnny pinches you again.

“Stop that.”

“Tell me.”

“You’ll be fighting yourself, Johnny.”

Johnny’s demeanor completely changes, becoming a sultry thing that swirls pleasure deep in your belly. This time he doesn’t pinch. He leans in, running his tongue along the mark. When he pulls back, he grasps you tight, pressing his lips to yours, stealing all breath.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“You’re mine,” growls Simon as he picks you up and sets you on top of your desk.

You have no space to argue. Simon is already kissing you. Nipping your lips. Drawing forth a bit of blood to suck into his mouth.

“I know,” you whimper as his hand squeezes your thigh, dragging you to the edge of the desk. His hardness grinds against you, and you moan.

“If you know, then tell me why someone else has marked what’s fucking mine.” Simon grasps the back of your neck, drawing you back, and holding firm. Your fingers claw at the front of his shirt.

“What are you talking about?”

Simon growls. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You blink. Completely confused. “You gave this to me.”

Simon says nothing. He just stares. “Last night.” You shrug. “I mean we drank a lot but fuck. Thought you’d remember that.”

Simon gently eases his hand from your neck. “I don’t. But you know what that means, love?”

You suck on your bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood that Simon coaxed to the surface. “What?”

“Just means I need to give you a few more. As reminders. For you. And others.”

[jiminslostjammies]

We want a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets!

ceo!husband!kento x sweetheart!reader

synopsis: your hardworking husband forgets his lunch on the counter! and like a good wife, you brought it in for him. only he was hungry for something else.

warnings: p in v, dirty talk, obsessed kento, dumbification if you squint, creampie, subtle voyeurism

a/n: i woke up at 5 and i cannot sleep for the life of me so here’s some of our favourite serious man. not proofread. also also, reqs are opened!!

ceo!husband!kento who misses you as soon as he locked the door to the house he bought under your name. he debates calling off sick and spending the day with the love of his life but ultimately decided against it; who else was going to fund your extravagant lifestyle if not your husband?

when he gets to work though, he immediately is overwhelmed by the lack of wife around him. nevertheless, he sighs and sits at his lonesome desk, counting the minutes till he gets to have his perfect girl in his arms again.

at home, you’re in a deep clean, scrubbing down the already pristine counters, when you notice the black, sticker-covered stanley lunch box. poor kennie, you think, knowing the least your poor, hardworking husband deserves, is to be starved while he breaks his back to support you.

so like a good wife, you grab the keys to your birthday bentley, and drive off, lunchbox sat pretty in the passenger seat, listening to your 90s r&b playlist.

“sir, your wife’s here.” oh, kento thinks he could cry hearing that; the new intern has messed up more times than should be possible, his computer just won’t stop crashing and, to make it worse, he notices the lack of lovebites you always litter his skin with, in those risky places that restrict him from moving too much for fear of others knowing just how naughty you are.

“send her up immediately.” his voice sounds cool and collected but internally he’s begging the elevator moves at lightning speed. curse the idea of the most powerful man being on the highest floor.

it feels like hours before you’re knocking on his door, softly pushing it open, and you’re barely in the office, before he’s got you in a bear hug, inhaling the sweet, strawberry scent of your shampoo, “fuck, i’ve missed you baby.” you giggle, used to your husbands clinginess, “oh yeah?” “yes. missed you so much.”

you start to pull away, and he feels the subtlest spiking of something nasty, but he pushes that down into the dark depths of his mind and, very unwillingly, allows you to break away from him, “you forgot your lunch kennie,” and it’s only then that he can truly appreciate how beautifully your dolled up; hair in its glorious, silky nature, pinned slightly with a single bow, and cascading down the back of your light pink sundress. his favourite, he thinks. you hold up his forgotten food, and the diamond on your finger glitters to reflect the light rays.

kento’s pants begin to tighten. it’s not his fault. you just look so damn delectable right now. so what he stuffed you full this morning, and his back is still freshly scarred by your pretty french tips? god forbid a man loves his woman.

“thank you baby,” he says softly, taking the black box from your hands and placing it on the coffee table behind, “you’re so sweet for bringing it in for me. you didn’t have to, pretty girl.”

“i wanted to kennie. know how much you don’t like the way they cook the rice here.” there’s a smile playing on your lips and your eyes are twinkling the exact same way they did when kento realised he was in love with you.

“you’re such a good wife for me aren’t you baby so good to kennie. you love him so much, hmm?” and he’s pulling you in, with one hand on yours, and the other on your waist, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist, and bringing your bodies close together.

“y-yeah, love kennie ‘s much,” your words falter, feeling the stiff outline of him against your waist. “yeah? you gonna show me love?”, dipping his head to brush your lips against his, the pillowy softness not helping at all.

he sighs when you push closer to kiss him, tiptoeing to reach him, and it only makes the blood rush south faster, before he’s got one hand behind your head, angling it, and forcing it backwards to deepen the kiss.

“you wore this on purpose huh? know how much it fucks me up, don’t you sweetheart?” and he’s rasping more than speaking, as if being parted from your lips was pure torture, “noo, just look- looked pretty.” you’re struggling to speak courtesy of the lack of oxygen kento’s allowing you, but it only makes him run hotter.

“you look so gorgeous love. but you’d look even better, with it on the floor yeah?”

“we can’t! you’re supposed to be wor - mmfff,” he shuts you up with another hard kiss, and when he pulls away there’s a string of saliva connecting you both, which kento swears is an aphrodisiac.

“you’re gonna come in here looking like heaven and not let your poor husband make you cum? you’d do that to me?” he sounds almost ruined, like he couldn’t quite believe he was having to say this; you’re better than to suggest he’d be embarrassed of fucking his pretty wife.

“no ken! want you..” and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s picking you up and sitting you down on his desk, haphazardly throwing around loose sheets, that he’ll probably need later, but can’t bring himself to care about now, not when there’s the most stunning woman he’s ever lied eyes on, practically drooling for him.

kento loosens his tie, before he’s back to his bruising assault on your already swollen lips. he feels your hands wrap around his hair, and when he bites a little too hard, you tug harsher than intended on the blond strands; it has him seeing stars.

“need you right now darling. can’t wait. i need to taste you,” and that’s exactly what he does, dropping to his knees and spreading your thick thighs apart. he doesn’t even bother to hike your dress up, opting to push his head under the thin material.

he kitten licks at your clit through your pretty panties, a spot he’s memorised along with the rest of your gorgeous body. and when he tastes your arousal seeping through the fabric, he feels a little more pre coat the inside of his boxers. he tears your panties off, rubbing your thighs with the promise of buying you a hundred others when you help in surprise, and then he’s on you like a mad man. sucking, biting, slurping. kento’s usually a very meticulous, very put together man; that’s all flipped on its axis when it comes to sex with you. he becomes a sadistic, messy beast, making you come several times before he does. and it’s no different now.

you can feel his tongue plunge into your hole, and it has your back arching so deliciously, “ken- kennie- can’t- need to cum!”. he smiles against your cunt, swallowing as much of your constantly relaxing juices as he can, jaw dripping with your slick, and he’s mumbling out something along the lines of, “you brought me my lunch. now let me eat.”

he’s spelling his name against your nub, and it’s got you squealing his name, wondering whether to push him further or pull him in deeper. you don’t get to decide quick enough, because as you’re on the verge of a perfect climax he pulls away!

when he appears out from under your dress, he notices the tears leaking from your pretty brown eyes, clinging to your lashes, and it only makes him impossible harder, “aww pretty baby, that was really mean of me wasn’t it?”

you only nod your head, sniffling slightly, and it has your husband losing his mind, “kennie will make it better okay?” and he’s pressing his lips against yours again, kissing and sucking on your neck as he works to undo his pants, while leaving deep red marks of possession on you.

his dick springs free, angry and leaking, and hits your inner thigh, coaxing a wanton moan from your throat that has him shuddering, “please ken, don’t t-tease.. wan’ you ‘s bad,” and it’s the fuel he needs before he’s pressing a soft kiss against your forehead and lining his tip up to your entrance.

he pushes in, and in the first thrust, his mushroomed tip smooches your cervix, a delicious burn that has you almost screaming, before your husband presses his hand against you, “gotta- gotta be quiet for me baby, don’t- want anyone else hearing my pretty sounds,” he’s pulling out till only the tip is in you before he slams back in, the smack of his heavy balls against your ass reverberating off the walls; your eyes squeeze shut and your nails and digging into his exposed forearms, on the verge of drawing blood, but it only makes him fuck you harder.

“fuck sweetheart, squeezing me so tight. feels so good, shit, you were, ahh, made for me, weren’t you baby? all mine, yeah? never gonna- let anyone else see my pretty pussy. would die for you, fuck, would kill for you, pretty, you know that right? tell me you know that. tell me you- ohhh- you know how much kennie loves you.”

he’s thrusting into you at a ruthless pace now, as if he’s on the verge of death and you’re the only thing that can save him; perhaps you are. his grip on your waist tightens while the other lands on your throat; his thumb coaxes your bottom lip before he shoves it inside and he’s forcing you to look at him, into the eyes of a man turned savage, before he tells you to, “say it. say it baby,”

you’re crying out that you do, that he’s the only one who gets you like this, that you’re all his, and his tip leaks into your sopping cunt even more.

“you’re so ‘s deep kennie! can feel you all- all the way here!”

oh. he thinks. you don’t know what you’ve just said. his pace falters for a second before he’s using the hand on your throat to rub rapid circles on your sensitive nub, “god, baby, you don’t- you can’t just, say that. fuck, you don’t know what it does to me. gonna put a baby in you. gonna force my cum so deep in you, it has to take. no choice but to carry my baby. never gonna leave me. not even if you wanted to. so mine, beautiful. only mine. only. belong. to. me,” he punctuates each word with a hard, full thrust, “an’ I’m yours baby. all yours. only for you. love you so much, love you, love you,”

and you cum with white dots dancing in your vision, your high hitting you so hard, you’re forced to bite into your husbands shoulders to repress the screams, and it catalyses kento’s cum too. creamy ribbons paint your insides, sloshing around with your own, as he fucks you through your highs, overstimulating you both.

his breathing is erratic and heavy, his blonde hair slick with sweat and he’s looking at you like you just hung the moon and the stars. you hold him by the jaw and connect your lips to his, giving him the sweetest kiss that has his heart back flipping and his cock standing up again.

maybe he should intentionally leave his lunchbox home more often.

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 12 — COCKWARMING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — scaramouche, xiao, kinich, kazuha

— warnings. — fem! reader, cockwarming, pussy drunk genshin boys, established relationship, dirty talk

⚝ SCARAMOUCHE

you're so stuffed full it hurts, the blunt heaviness of scaramouche pressing mercilessly against your deepest point, first feeling like a gentle sharpness seeping into your cunt, bit by bit— alas now, brutally expanding into a thick dagger that teared through you, making your stomach flutter and your legs kick weakly around his waist.

the wreckage between your bodies was sickening, disgustingly filthy, yeah? with the sheets soaked, your thighs sticky and spent, every sinful sound echoing the endless hours he'd spent splitting you open, filling you past the point of reason, his cum leaking from your overstretched hole, smearing wet and hot across your thighs and down to soak into the dampened sheets.

now, scaramouche suddenly doesn't let up and you're wondering if he's spent his entire energy already, yet he stops thrusting out of you completely and doesn't let you move either, instead, he just holds you there, wraps his arms around your frail body which was still impaled so deep you swear you could feel the furious throb of his cock even in your lungs.

scaramouche presses his mouth to your ear, panting ragged and uneven, a broken little laugh clawing free— high and breathless as you knew it, almost delirious with how good you felt squeezing around him, "can i stay like this, please? you're so perfect, so perfect around me, i could stay like this forever— fuck, watch you fall apart without even fucking moving," as your body clenches down, taking him, another hot gnaw of your walls gushing around him turning the man on fire as scaramouche shudders like he's about to lose what little sanity he has left.

⚝ XIAO

you can feel it— the stretch of xiao grinding himself inside you, the crushing pressure too, fuck, the way he's buried to the hilt of your cunt right now, so violently heavy it felt like he's splitting you open at the seams, surely wanting you to properly go through his girth and memories its entire shape.

you can feel every fevered twitches of him too, the way his cock thickens inside your spasming walls and the veins on his length hardening, deepening into your swollen walls until they painfully scratch you, although forever locked in place by the desperate squeeze of your body.

xiao's breath stutters against your shoulder, his sharp teeth scraping your skin as he's too far gone to be gentle with you anymore, your slick dripping between your bodies, pooling a filthy mixture under you both as every time you even attempt to breathe, your hips flinch upwards, sparking another molten jolt of overstimulation that made your toes curl and your gut tighten painfully.

"i can't—" xiao chokes out, voice breaking, but he doesn't move, cannot move, you hear him? the man just stays buried in you, shaking when you play with the hair sticking to his forehead as your warm pussy begins to milk him in slow, unbearable pulses that made both of your heads spin endlessly.

⚝ KINICH

kinich's too big, yeah, that's it, and frankly? it's a miracle how you even took him at all, your whole pussy burning from the stretch as he bullies inch after inch into you— to well, yeah he fit everything inside your cunt of course, there was nothing that the man sought more after other than relishing in the wetness of your constricting flesh moulding to his warmth.

you're overflowing of pressure and your back arches at the mindless spasms of his cock, every lazy throb of his thickness inside you and even worse? whenever kinich slightly repositioned his hips, he'd indirectly grind into your sweet spot deeper, branding you from the inside out.

kinich's breath hitches, his mouth trailing messily down your jaw as he whispers broken, worshipful nonsense against your fevered skin as his cum spills out of you with every tiny shift of your hips, thick and hot and endless— yet he only moans lowly into your neck, cradling your hips to his like he's afraid you'll pull away.

your stomach feels heavy from all of it— thick and weighted with his cock bulging in you as if somebody would continuously press down on your lower stomach in order to have you so very stuffed, on the verge of cumming.

your thighs jerk and seize around his narrow waist, his pelvis muscle tensed so tight it's like your body was trying to trap him and keep him forever, or, hm devour him whole perhaps?

every flutter of your overstimulated walls pulsed a broken sound out of your boyfriend, "stay, baby, stay—" kinich gasps against your mouth with a voice so raw it broke apart, forehead crushed to yours like he's drowning, like if he lets go of you for even a second, he'll be ripped out of you and lost forever, "please, i can't— i can't be anywhere else but inside you, don't make me leave."

⚝ KAZUHA

who could've imagined you'd be left gasping like this, half-choked and frail, twisted up in the brutal shape kazuha had folded you into— with your breath snagging, lungs burning, every heartbeat a dizzy pulse between your legs where he refused to let up, refused to let you go.

you can't think, it's impossible— not when he's seated so deep it felt like he's branded something inside your walls, a black hole carved inside your stomach that only aches for him, the blunt head of his cock catching again and again against your fragile, delicate place that left you flinching and gasping for more, truly lost to the slow, helpless spasms of your own body losing control.

your thighs quivered violently, wasted of his movements, clutching around his waist in a desperate, mindless bid to keep him buried inside— to keep things brutal too, the searing stretch of his cock pressing against your sore, slippery walls which were addicted to how he felt.

every breath hitched on the throbbing swell, on the way your body reacted around the thick, unrelenting weight still seated deep inside your pussy— with every twitch and turn, hot, viscous drips of cum ooze from your hole which only made you clench harder, wanting to be full forever, like your body could mold itself around him only if you begged hard enough.

kazuha's hands tremble where they cradle your face, like he's terrified he'll shatter you if he moves as his forehead presses to yours now, breath broken and stuttering, "you feel so good, it hurts," he whispers against the shell of your ear, as if confessing a dirty secret.

his hips continue to twitch helplessly yet he does not pull out, enjoying the warm tightness of your pussy, yet another wet spill floods into you when you realize he's cum again, your hole milking him hard in response as kazuha groans out your name through a husky tune, like your body alone could tear the soul right out of him.

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[unknownsvoid]

YOU JEALOUS?

✮⋆˙ | asked by: anonymous.

✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi

✮⋆˙ | cw: crack/fluff themes! fem!reader. possible spelling mistakes though i did proof read

Isagi Yoichi!

Definitely veryyyy vocal about it. (Of course he is, it's slursagi we're talking about). Like if he ever catches a guy flirting with you, he's gonna make it obvious the two of you are dating. Like this one time, this random dude was flirting with you in public while Isagi was roaming about in the shop you guys were at. So when he came back, he was caught off guard when he saw some guy trying to shoot his shot with you. His hand clenches harshly around the things he was holding, and he quickly makes his way over to the two of you. A hand snaked around your waist, and he brung you closer to him, making sure your back pressed against his chest, "Hey, babe. Who's this? A friend, perhaps? Hope so, though, kinda seemed like he was hitting on you?" He pulls his gaze away from you to the guy in front of him, "You wouldn't be the typa guy to hit on other people's girls, right?' There was a clear emphasis on the word babe, and he sure wasn't holding back on his words. But of course he wouldn't, he wanted to let the guy know that you're his, and his only. The guy, obviously shaken up, apologized before leaving the two of you alone. Isagi stares disapprovingly at him as he walks away before focusing back on you. He leans down and kisses you, "That guy could never take you away from me, right?" You laugh at his stupidity and shake your head, "He could never."

Meguru Bachira!

Definitely gets super annoyed, and I can see him purposefully interrupting the conversation between you and the guy in like a super rude way. For example: You two were at the park, and he saw an ice-cream truck so he left you on your own at the bench to go buy the two of you some, but when he came back, he was caught by surprise to see a random stranger hitting on you. A frown immediately forms on his face, and without a second thought, he makes it over to you guys. He interrupts the guy to give you a kiss on the lips and handing over your ice-cream, which you quietly thank him for. The guy freezes on the spot, but still makes an attempt to flirt with you ‐ but Bachira wasn't having it. He interrupted him again, "Hey, honey, I love your hair today." You focus on Bachira again, smiling at his compliment, and again, completely ignoring the man in front of you to focus on your sweet boyfriend. The guy grits his teeth, which makes Bachira cheer internally, but the stranger wouldn't give up and makes a few more attempts to flirt with you, which Bachira interrupts each and every time to compliment you. Soon enough, the man gives up with a groan and grumbles under his breath, "Assholes…" You give the guy a dirty look and look over at Bachira in confusion, "Geez, what was his problem?" Bachira shrugs and smiles at you, "No idea. Let's just eat our ice-creams before they melt."

Hyoma Chigiri!

Now, I'm not exactly too sure how he'll react if he saw a guy flirting with you. I'm sure he'll definitely, one, give sarcasm 'n attitude or, two, play it as if he doesn't care. For funsies, I'll pick the first option! The two of you were at the mall date after going out for a date. The two of you were giggling and stuff before a random guy walks up to the two of you with a cocky smirk on his face, "Mind if I borrow you for a moment? Surely your friend won't mind, would she?" You and Chigiri give each other a look before turning to the guy, and just when you were about to defend your feminine-looking boyfriend after he's just been misgendered along with being forced to watch you being hit on, he speaks up for himself, "No the fuck you cannot borrow my girlfriend because we are dating. I'm her boyfriend." The guy chuckles and throws his hands up in the air, "Shitttt, man. Would've never guessed you were a dude. Aight, my bad. I'll leave." Chigiri gives the guy the most DIRTIEST look ever that has you snickering under your breath, and what he says made you laugh out loud, "Yeah, you should. Not like she'll leave my gorgeous face and hair for your bald-headed ass. Buzzcuts don't suit guys with humongous heads by the way." The guy immediately stops smiling and tsk's his teeth before leaving, mumbling something under his breath the two of you can't really make up. "What a dickhead," You try to reply but you were cut off from your own laughter. Chigiri looks at you and snickers, "What?" "Did him so dirty, 'Giri." "The truth hurts. What can I say?" He shrugs before joining you. The both of you giggling like two school girls.

Reo Mikage!

Definitely brags and shows off his money or shows off in the MEANEST way possible to put the person flirting with you to fucking shame. Both of you at the jewellery shop that he forced you to because he wanted to buy you some stuff as a treat. Like he doesn't do that nearly every single time the two of you go out. You were browsing around, and Reo was doing the same thing on the other side of the store. Your attention was grabbed by a guy trying to hit on you. Reo grabbed a piece of jewellery that he thought would look super pretty on you, and just when he turns around to look for you, his smile dropped. A guy was flirting with you, and he couldn't have that. He walks up to the two of you, and your focus goes back to your purple-haired boyfriend. "Hey, Reo!!" "Hey, babe." He looks over at the guy with a glare, "Who's this?" You shrug, and Reo grits his teeth. His eyes go back to you and show you the necklace he picked out for you. Your eye widens at the pretty piece of jewellery, and then the price tag, which makes you wince, "Babe, this is like... super expensive." Reo shrugs nonchalantly, "Nothing I can't afford, honey. Hey, how about you pick something else along with that? Hell, pick a bunch of things. No limits. Go crazy." You were about to object, only for him to gently push you forward to look around the store. You couldn't protest with him – you knew it would be pointless, so you did as he said. He looks back at the guy, "Fuck off. Not like your broke ass could even fend for her anyway. You look like a bum from the streets." The guy didn't even fight back, clearly insulted and hurt, so they just left. Little did Reo know, you heard the whole thing, and boy did it make you laugh at his shocked face when you randomly mentioned the whole situation later on.

Nagi Seishiro!

I can picture him being super lazy and nonchalant about it, but you can tell he's jealous. Like definitely gets super clingy with you to prove a point or wtv. Both of you finished watching a movie, and he was bursting for a piss – so the the two of you headed over to the bathrooms. You waited for him outside while chilling on your phone, when suddenly, a guy attracted your attention. He begins trying to shoot his shot with you, interrupting you whenever you tried to speak to try and reject him. Nagi walks out of the men's bathroom and notices the two of you. A soft, annoyed expression was on his face before it quickly faded into his normal, tired one. He walks up to you and wraps his hands around your waist and buries his face into your neck, yawning into it. You pull your eyes away from the annoying stranger to your boyfriend, "Sleepy, sweetheart?" He nods, "Wanna go home, but you're talking to your friend..." You roll your eyes, "He's not my friend. Just some annoying guy tryna hit on me. Let's go." Nagi groans as you grab his hand and practically drag him on his feet to leave the cinema and the guy standing by himself, dumbstruck.

Rin Itoshi!

Kinda like a mix of Chigiri and Nagi. He would play it off like he wouldn't care and pretend to be all nonchalant about it, but totally fails and gives a tad bit of sass you didn't even know he had in him. The two of you were in a games shop. He was searching for a new horror game that came out recently and was hoping he'd find it in there. He decided to look for it on the other side of the store while you helped look around on the other. You were surprised by a man's voice asking you if you played any games you were looking at, and you replied, and the two of you were beginning to have, of what you thought, was an innocent conversation till he started hitting on you, and that's when Rin sees. He glances at the two of you, anger and jealousy evident in his eyes but it's difficult to tell because of how blank-faced he is. He trails up to the two of you and wraps a hand around your shoulder, "Found the game. Let's go to the checkout." He stops talking to stare at the guy, "Or do you need a couple more minutes to flirt with my girlfriend?" The guy freezes on the spot and smiles sheepishly. He apologies before leaving and Rin's jaw only unclenches as soon as the guy leaves the shop, "Lopsided asshole..." You laugh, "Awwe, you were jealous?" Rin gives you the biggest side eye ever, but the blush on his cheeks gave everything away, "Let's just go buy the game." he mutters under his breath, completely avoiding the question.

[tobioapple]

DRUNK ON YOU ; haikyuu!! boys and how they behave in-between your legs. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

notes: hey! apple here, this is my first time writing a fic for Tumblr, so I hope you enjoy, I'm kinda nervous about posting this but sometimes the gooning gets to you, yk? I wanna mention my friend, who helped me beta read this thing and thank her for it. She'll prob keep beta reading proximate fics so yeah!! like and reblog if you like this. Also, I'll probably post a part 2 if asked I just can't pick what charas to write abouttt.

C.W: afab!reader, use of pet-names (slut, angel, doll, babe, etc.), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, kissing, aftercare mentioned, add more as I write it.

nsfw under the cut!

OIKAWA TOORU:

Enjoys teasing you so he would go easy at first, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, biting into the soft flesh harshly enough to send shivers down your spine and straight to your core

A few minutes in, after you’re practically begging for him just to touch you, he finally gives in.

You’re not his first girl, of course he’s had some experience beforehand, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way he travels along your folds, his tongue, sly and warm against them, turns your stomach into a knot.

He can be a little mean sometimes, getting you on the edge just to pull away as soon as your hands pull his head, chasing to relieve the need for more. Tooru takes a moment to stare at your throbbing cunt, two digits spreading the flesh open just enough to take a peek of the abused clenching walls, ready for his girth. 

Oikawa stands behind you, big hands keeping your ass up, bared chest pressed down onto the mattress. It’s been a while like this, long fingers that barely graze against your needy cunt as the buckling of your hips increases; a desperate attempt to feed the hunger of the aching hole between your now tired legs. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Tooru’s voice comes out husky, ill intentions spilling from his pink plump lips. How could a guy so pretty be so vulgar at the same time? If seen in the streets, it would be impossible to notice the pervert he was behind those hazel, glossy eyes.

“Please, Tooru, don’t be mean.” A small grin appears on his face as he nods, you can’t see him, but know deep down that he enjoys your pleading way too much to keep a stern expression. Who could blame him though? The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon was right in front of him, legs spread and ready for him to take.

You can feel the bed sinking at your feet and a wave of excitement rushes all over your body, ready to feel the fruits of your patience coming to reality. Soon, a heat hits your core, his face so close you can feel him breathing against your tainted crotch. 

“Aight, doll.” You’re pulled down against the crook of his nose, a sensation so good a small whine leaves your lips along with some cuss word he cannot care enough to try decode. “Aw, are you that needy that just me getting close makes you moan? Such an angel turned into a slut as soon as she’s underneath me.”

There is something so great about the way he talks to you, the raspy voice resonating in your ears all the way to your brain like a distorted melody. He always finds a way to make you melt in his embrace just from this, tearing every layer of decency apart like a knife against lace. 

Still, he doesn’t touch you with anything but adoration, even when he is being rough and mean, you can feel the tip of his fingers that trace on your skin like a curious child does on a carved pottery set, enough to feel the texture of it but not to break it. Experienced fingers that would shake from time to time, the thought of hurting more than he intended, restraining his overpowering strength.

A grunt escapes from his lips – Be it because of your desperate pleas of exasperation to the small kitty licks or because he actually couldn’t take one more second against your sex without drinking of you like a thirsty man. – as he finally drowns in the pool of wetness splattered all over the bare skin in front of him. Face up and down, hands that forced you to stay still while squirming and shaking like a frightened deer, pulling you closer.

It didn’t take long for the typical build up to appear down your tightened abdomen, your vision now foggy from both tears and pleasure, not allowing you to glimpse at the man behind you, even if you tried. The slick falling from his chin warned him about the now soon to happen relief, so, pitifully (Even for Tooru, who was now pussy drunk) he closed his lips and pulled away.

“No, please.”

“Come on, angel, you can take it.”

You two had a long night ahead. 

HINATA SHOYO:

Crazy stamina, could spend hours giving head and enjoy it more than getting it himself.

He’s like a puppy in heat, doesn’t even take off your panties before nastily sucking onto your clit over the fabric, wet and sloppy noises filling the room as his saliva mixes with your slick.

Gets drunk on you like two minutes in, carelessly doing all it takes to fulfil his needs, not caring if you’re squirming and crying while your thighs try to close around his head due to overstimulation. 

Literally cums in his shorts to the sight of you crying and babbling from his touch, eyes half-lidded and glossy. 

You’re lying limp on the bed, face covered in smudged eyeliner that goes all the way from your eyes to your chin. How long has it been since Shoyo slid between your legs? It certainly felt like an eternity. 

His noises were incredibly obscene, slurping on every droplet that fell from your aching cunt right into his mouth, savoring the taste as if he was drinking on a bottle of the finest European scotch. Calloused hands scoop your hips closer, impeding you from pulling away, he couldn’t have that now. 

“Fuck– I missed you so much, babe, s’fucking much. Couldn’t wait to get home and taste you.” His voice, now excused from quiet, rang in your ears like honey. “Ah– Missed you too, sho.”

His teeth caught a bit of your flesh between them, pulling just enough to make your back arch and a long moan escape your lips. 

Shoyo leaves your pussy alone – Just for a moment – tracing a line of kisses all over your lower abdomen going up to your chest until you’re both facing each other, the hotness of his heavy breathing panting against your lips.

“Taste s’good, baby, can’t get enough of you. Here, try it by yourself.” Shoyo, as sweet as he is, forces your mouth open just enough to slide his tongue inside. The muscle felt warmth and sweet on your own, exploring the cavity so passionately, you could barely keep up with his hunger.

You could sense the heat of his palm cupping your sex, instinctively grinding on it. At this point it didn’t matter anymore if the friction burned your skin, all you wanted was the pent up tingling feeling to disappear.

“Wanna come, don’t you? So eager for me.”

A sly finger presses at the entrance of your throbbing walls, teasing the exterior of it mischievously. After some seconds – That took way more self restraint from Shoyo than he expected – he finally gave you what you needed, fast and rough movements that attacked your mushy insides just right. He knew you well enough to find that forbidden sweet spot blindly. 

Your abdomen flared, cunt clenching around his fingers as his thumb pressed and circled your clit, helping to reach your high as soon as possible. Not that he needed you to do anything, his shorts were already stained from just the sight of you, fucked dumb by nothing more than his fingers. 

He noticed the way your legs shook, and how your eyes rolled all the way back, panting like a puppy while your body turned putty in his arms. “There you go, atta girl.” 

A soft cloth –more likely than not, his uniform tee– cleaned all the mess on your skin, the vulgar mix of sticky sweat, spit and your own juices, all gone as he brushed the fabric on your sore body. Once he was done, he laid next to you, placing soft kisses all over your face. 

Sure, he was amazing at making you finish, but the aftercare was top level.