#nswf writing

[lesbiansruledawurld]

thinking about gymratgf!abby and how you two are on opposite sides of the gym you both visit frequently together, you being too intimidated to go in the weight lifting section so you decline every time she challenges you to a bench press. she finds out of course but its whatever because she promises you that you wont need to lift a finger...

by spotting her!

on a mini tour of this unfamiliar section you watch as she show's you the different types of weights and weight machines and what they're used for. she puts the weights on the bar as you read the label '50' on all four of them. how she is able to flip and throw you around like it's nothing makes sense now.

"okay, all you gotta do is hold your hands over the bar and make sure it doesn't kill me..alright"

you shake your head in understanding as you hold your hands over the bar and keep focus on wherever abby's go. you literally are not that focused though due to the determined yet casual look on her face. the sweat beads from previous workouts coming back as abby pumped the bar up and down. huffs and groans came from her mouth as she pushed through the lifts. her face now going into complete focus. you can't help that your girlfriend is literally built by aphrodite herself and don't even start on her body, muscles she's been working on since sophomore year as she constantly to brag to you from time to time.

"hello?!"

you didn't realize how long you were spacing out until abby started to complain. you help her lift the bar over her head and onto the rest.

"im sorry i wasn't paying attention i-"

"was looking at me."

cutting you off abby chuckled and sat up, you walked around now waiting for her to follow suit. taking big gulps from her water bottle the excess dripping down her chin to her neck. she wipes her mouth and again catches you in a haze.

"two times in a row, geez you want my number or something"

you playfully push her and roll your eyes walking away she gets a chance to get a good stare in too, watching you walk away from her in the new workout shorts you decided to wear this go round. whistling to herself she catches up to you wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning into your ear to whisper:

"i think i got a way better workout at home that'll get you sweating bullets gorgeous"

ogie bye :p

[queenuchiha89]

Yes, that imagine about Itachi and Sasuke devouring their little sister together!!

I can't decide if them being competitive or coordinated would be hotter, you know?

Maybe both is good, like the first time they are super competitive for her attention and who can make her squirm the most. And then they realize she likes the attention from both of them the best.

Competitive is bad enough, but coordinating... That's lethal! 🥵 RIP 😝

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!! ***

*** TW.INCEST ***

Had to use this pic again because it's just so damn cute and perfect for this!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

This story contains but is not limited to the following: Incest between siblings, oral sex, praise, and dirty talk that some may find triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!!!

Y/N was the baby of the Uchiha family, and as the baby, she was always very highly protected by her two older brothers, Sasuke and Itachi. She valued and cherished her older brothers more than anything, and felt a great sense of joy when they were pleased with her. They had been on an assignment for the last few weeks and she deeply missed them. So much so that she found it difficult to sleep that night, as they would arrive the next morning. As much as she tried to fight it, sleep eventually took her and she began to dream of her brothers.

Itachi and Sasuke got in just before dawn, everyone else still fast asleep, and they did their best to be as quiet as possible as they made their way upstairs to their respective bedrooms. As they pass Y/N's they decided to peek in on her. She looked so cute laying there, nothing but a thin white nightgown covering her delicate form. They looked at each other with a mischievous smirk, before nodding and entering her room, closing the door behind them. They got in bed with her -itachi behind her, Sasuke in front of her- and began peppering her with soft kissing. "we're home little sister..." Itachi said softly in her ear as his hand reached around to grope one of her perky tits. "Did you miss us as much as we missed you little sis?" Sasuke teased between kisses.

Y/N was wide awake by now, her older brothers ravishing her awake. "Itachi, Sasuke..." She whined as they groped and kissed her. Sasuke reached his hand down between her legs and ran shit finger along her wet slit. "Oh wow, you must have missed us a lot. Feel how wet she is for us Itachi..." Sasuke said encouraging their brother. Itachi reached around and rubbed his index finger against your clit, feeling her wetness, and she moaned for him. "Mmm little sister, you're so wet. Such a good girl for her big brothers..." Itachi praised as he began to kiss his way down her neck.

"roll over little sister, we have something for you..." Itachi whispered to her and she immediately obeyed. Sasuke and Itachi exchange a glance, before they begin to kiss their way down her body. They stop to admire her wet pussy, glistening with arousal for them. "oh little sis... You have the prettiest little pussy." Sasuke said, his voice deep and husky with desire. They both blew gently on her aching pussy making her squirm, and whine, her body aching for release. Itachi was first, lowering his mouth to her sweet pussy, and lapping at her clit slowly. Sasuke watched intently, his cock straining against his pants as he watched his little sister's face contort in pure ecstasy. After a few minutes Sasuke grew impatient, and gave Itachi a shove on the shoulder. "Move Itachi, I need to taste her!" He scoffed impatiently. Itachi pulled away licking his sister's lingering juices off his lips "by all means..." Itachi replies seeming a bit annoyed.

Sasuke runs his tongue along her wet slit, the sensation making her shiver in delight. He laps at her wet pussy, sucking on her clit as her hips jerk and buck. Itachi has been rubbing his cock through his pants the whole time, watching his younger siblings enjoy each other brought him great joy, and made his cock ache. "Hmmm maybe she would enjoy your fingers as well Sasuke?" Itachi said encouraging his little brother to finger fuck their little sister to orgasm. Sasuke obeys and slowly slides his middle and index fingers deep inside his little sister. "ohh she's so tight itachi... You should feel it." Sasuke replies. Itachi loves the idea, and quickly inserts his fingers inside of her along side their brother's. Y/N moans loudly in pleasure and Itachi quickly cups a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. "shhh little sister. You wouldn't want to get caught would you?" She was only able to make eye contact with him, but Itachi could see in her eyes she loved this too much to want to get caught.

Their fingers sliding in and out of her aching pussy was enough to make her toes curl in delight, but little did she know that she was about to have the best orgasm of her life. Sasuke and Itachi both started lapping at her clit, their fingers still thrusting inside her, her moans muffled by Itachi's hand still cupped over her mouth. She couldn't take It anymore, she couldn't hold back against those skilled Uchiha tongues. Her walls pulsed, her legs shook and twitched violently as she squirted cum all over her big brother's faces, and they moan as they lap it all up. "Mmm good girl little sis..." "You're the perfect little sister. Such a good girl." Sasuke and Itachi sang praises to their little sister as they coach her through the best orgasm of her life. She was shaking and panting as she fought to catch her breath. She looked up at her older brother's smirking down at her with that classic Uchiha smirk, and she noticed their thick hard cocks. "oh Itachi... Sasuke. That felt amazing..." She whimpered, her breath ragged. "And we've only just begun little sis..." Sasuke replied looking over at Itachi. "You still have all this cock you have to take..." Itachi says gripping his thick cock through his pants. "Better keep quiet little sis...."

[ruexvn]

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For any minors:. shitty nsfw at the. -🚪🚽-

Bros jerking off but Idk how to write that shit in first person pov so bare with me

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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐..𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍.......𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴!"

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖..𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 '𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍' 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜....𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗...𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘...

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚝𝚢...𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝.

"𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛-𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.."

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕-"

"𝙵𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚝"

"....𝚑𝚊𝚑....𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

"𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒-𝚒-𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗..𝚝"

-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙

"𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜"

"𝙵𝚊𝚐-"

"𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑"

𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

"𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝..."

"𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘..."

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜...𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

"𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎....", 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

"𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝....𝚜𝚘. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝."

"𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎?"

"𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍...𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍"

𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.

ʏ/ɴ: ᴛᴏʙʏ? ʜɪ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ? ɪ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs"

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔.

ᴍᴇ: ɪᴍ ғɪɴᴇ. ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴡʀᴋɪɴɢ?"

ʏ/ɴ: ʏᴜᴘ! ᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ....ɪᴛs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ ᴘᴀʏᴅᴀʏ ɪᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ

ᴍᴇ: ᴍᴍ....

ᴡᴇ sʜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜʀ ᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ

ʏ/ɴ: ᴏᴏᴏ ɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ᴍᴇ: sᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ

"𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗"

"𝚖𝚖"

-

"𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐..𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑?"

-𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐- 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐- 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐

"𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍..."

"𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙...𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝....𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕"

-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙-

"𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝..𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝...𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑"

"𝚏𝚘𝚛? 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚖"

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢. 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊"

-𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜-

𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢...𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠...𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝

"𝚑𝚎𝚑...𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎..."

"𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙,𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢?"

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚑-

"𝚆𝙷𝙰-𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺"

"𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽"

"𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

"𝚊𝚑..𝙰𝚑..𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 -💥- ……."

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

𝙷𝚎𝚑

"𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎", 𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑"

"𝚠𝚑𝚊-𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛...."

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑.....𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢...𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚞𝚜.

-🎒-

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍...

-📄-

"𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 - 𝗍𝗂𝗆"

"𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴

......𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.....𝚊-𝚊𝚜𝚜-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎"

𝑝𝑖𝘯𝑔

ʏ/ɴ: ʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏʙʏ, ᴇᴠɪᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs?

●𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘

-𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍

-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙

-🚪🚽-

ᴍᴇ: ᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ

𝘜𝘯𝘻𝑖𝑝

ʏ/ɴ: ᴀᴡᴡ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs....ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ..ᴇᴠɪᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇxᴘᴏsɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ

ᴍᴇ: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ?

ʏ/ɴ: ʏᴇᴀ.... ᴜʜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴜᴘ

....

●5 ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs

-ʀᴇᴀᴅ

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔..."

"𝚜𝚘...𝚜𝚘....𝚗𝚗𝚐𝚑...𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢..."

"𝚑𝚊𝚑....𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛...𝚜-𝚜𝚘...𝚖𝚞-𝚞-𝚞𝚌𝚑....𝚖𝚖𝚙𝚑!"

"𝚜𝚑𝚒-𝚒-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝....𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝...𝚊𝚜𝚔...𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗.."

ʏ/ɴ: ᴛᴏʙʏ?

ᴍᴇ: sʀᴛ ʙsᴜᴜsʏ. ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴇᴜᴛᴇ

"𝚊𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!...𝚖𝚖𝚗𝚗"

𝘗𝑖𝘯𝑔

ᴛɪᴍ: ᴛᴏʙʏ ɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀsʜ

"𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺!"

-𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛-

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒-𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔...."

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙... 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝....𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...

-🪣💦-

𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛...

ᴍᴇ: ɴᴏ. ɪᴍ ʟᴇᴠɪɴɢ. ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴍ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

ᴛɪᴍ: ᴏʜ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ

ᴍᴇ: ʀᴛʜʀ ɴᴏᴛ

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.......𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.."

"..."

𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

"𝚒 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.."

"𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒-𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚎-𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗"

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝘗𝑖𝘯𝑔

ʏ/ɴ: ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ

ᴍᴇ: sᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ

ʏ/ɴ: >:(

ᴍᴇ:❤

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

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A WORKOUT TO REMEMBER !

Barty is always eager to fulfil his boyfriend’s dreams, goals and especially, his dirtiest thoughts.

— Evan pov, 1747 words, Rosekiller microfic, slightly NSFW.

With his arms slightly numb and drops of sweat trickling down, disappearing beneath his shirt, Evan grabs the towel he had left between his legs to wipe his face. He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he contemplates the gym surroundings. 

"Did you enjoy the lat tower?" Barty's voice takes him by surprise, a warm breath brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his neck. 

"Only you can know what that's called," Evan responds, trying to maintain a neutral tone, concealing the nervousness provoked by Barty's proximity. Rising from the machine, he notices Barty leaning back for a moment before feeling his lips on his neck.

"Damn, Barty, that's disgusting. Don't do that," Evan chides, watching Barty roll his eyes with a mocking smile. 

Barty crosses his arms, displaying the biceps he diligently works on every day. Evan feels an urge to squeeze the skin under his fingers, but he restrains himself. Barty's gaze focuses on Evan's body as he stretches his arms, attempting to relax his muscles. Evan meets Barty's eyes.

"Want an autograph? A pic?"

Barty doesn’t answer, leaving them both in a weird silence. Evan tries to mask the discomfort, raising an eyebrow and staring at Barty. Not receiving an immediate reply, he furrows his brow, turning to pick up the water bottle from the floor. Barty doesn't miss a beat, whistling at the new sight, causing Evan to punch Barty's arm in response, earning a hearty laugh.

"How aggressive," Barty says, massaging the spot where Evan hit him. "Save it for later," he continues, winking. Evan, unsure how to respond, lands another punch, this time on the other shoulder. Barty laughs again, and Evan does his best not to roll his eyes.

He really tries.

Ignoring Barty's provocations, Evan walks past him, brushing his shoulder on the way. He heads towards the locker rooms, attempting to keep embarrassment at bay. Sensing Barty's presence right behind him, Evan feels his eyes scanning him from top to bottom. Glancing over his shoulder, he catches Barty looking at his ass. When Barty realizes he's been caught, he smiles shamelessly and trots to Evan's side, brushing his arm against Evan's and emanating a warmth that has become familiar.

"Not many people around," Barty comments casually, brushing their fingers together with a mischievous smile. Evan looks at him with a furrowed brow, not understanding what he means until the spark in Barty's eyes confirms his thoughts. Evan snorts and quickens his pace.

“That’s better. Fewer people to deal with,”

Evan pushed open the locker room door, holding it for Barty to enter first. Barty thanked him amidst curses.

"Don't be a killjoy; you know it's a good time for your idea," Barty said.

Evan shook his head, trying to ignore him, hoping that maybe he would be quiet. He wasn't in the mood for the people in the locker room to find out about his erotic dreams.

A blush took hold of the lower part of Evan's neck and parts of his cheeks as he recalled everything in a rush. He shook his head, leaving the towel and the bottle on the benches in front of the lockers. Barty didn't move away from Evan's side, insisting on a response while tapping his arm. Evan scanned the locker room out of the corner of his eye.

The truth was, there weren't many people around either...

"Stop," he replies, giving Barty a light smack, unsure if he's addressing himself or Barty. Barty snorts again but doesn't press further. Evan rummages through his pockets for the locker key, finding it in his right pocket.

Approaching his locker, Evan has Barty pressing his body against the grey door. Evan looks at him irritably, attempting to push him aside to access the locker, but Barty presses harder against the metal door.

"You're acting like a child; stop it."

"Or what?"

Normally, the typical juvenile game of "I dare you to..." shouldn't work with an adult, but Evan's decision was made the moment they entered the gym.

Suppressing the smile that wants to form on his lips, Evan glances around. The few people in the locker room don't pay them any attention. Taking advantage of the situation, he leans just enough to brush their noses.

"Or we won't be able to fulfil my fantasy," Evan whispers over Barty's lips, watching the spark intensify in his eyes and his lips curve into a sly smile.

Stepping back, Evan allows himself to put his things in the locker while Barty does the same in the one next to his.

Biting his lip, Evan takes a last look at the room, finding fewer and fewer unfamiliar faces. His mind wanders between memories and dreams, where the gym fantasy begins.

Not long ago, Barty suggested joining his old gym, as if gym dates were the best way to win over someone who would rather die than go for a morning run. At first, Evan flatly refused, proposing better ways to spend time together. But after much begging and a couple of favours... he ended up giving in.

On the first day at the gym, Evan tried to follow Barty's routine, a big mistake considering that the only thing saving him from death by strangulation the next day was his sore muscles. After years of not setting foot in a gym, it took Evan a while to get used to the evening routine. The only things that really comforted him during the first few weeks were the views provided by Barty and his stupid routine.

That, and the wonderful showers.

Evan's mind reserved a special place for those spacious and grey gym showers. So special that after a long day with Barty at the gym, his brain decided to project its best ideas into dreams.

Barty. Cold walls. Steam from hot water. Mouths.

The dream ended up escaping from Evan's lips one night with Barty, who had the habit of telling him every one of his dreams. Barty loved the idea, and from that moment on, not a single day passed without Barty looking at him with a playful smile every time they returned to the gym.

Of course, considering the number of people coming to the gym, the moment hadn't presented itself.

Until today.

Barty clears his throat while sitting on the bench, holding a medium-sized towel intended to cover himself after the shower.

The shower.

Evan looks at him and grabs his towel, closing the locker and putting the key back into his sports pants. He runs his tongue over his lips and makes a small gesture for Barty to follow him.

The sound of water running in a few stalls reaches Evan's ears, and internally, he's grateful that the last one is empty. Nerves take hold of him as soon as they enter, seeing again the grayish marble walls. He hangs the towel on one of the hooks away from the shower just before Barty appears, tossing his towel into a corner and looking at Evan with a smile.

Evan rolls his eyes, returning the smile, stretches his hands in Barty's direction, and Barty doesn't hesitate to lock the door and push Evan against one of the walls to kiss him fiercely while he holds him by his thighs.

Evan's moan dies on Barty's lips, feeling the key to the shower hitting the lower part of his back, causing the shower to turn on immediately, soaking them still with their clothes on. Neither of them cares because Barty doesn't let go, and Evan doesn't push him away. He plunges his fingers into Barty's wet hair, pulling with force and smiling when he sighs against his mouth.

The water prevents the kiss from lasting too long, prompting Barty to change walls. Evan appreciates the new position and focuses on sliding his hands under Barty's shirt, touching the tense muscles with the tips of his fingers and enjoying the sounds he makes against his neck.

He took the edges of Barty's t-shirt, removing it and throwing it somewhere. He didn't get distracted and quickly slid his hands under Barty's shirt, touching the tense muscles with the tips of his fingers and enjoying the little sounds his boyfriend made against his neck.

Evan took the edges of his own t-shirt, removing it and throwing it somewhere. It didn't take much time, and he started caressing Barty's back again while the boy kissed him, biting his lower lip hard, and making his short nails sink into broad shoulders. They broke the kiss again, and Evan sighed, resting his head on the wall and leaving his neck at Barty’s disposal. Barty took pleasure in sucking and biting the sensitive skin on his throat, making sure to leave marks that would last for days, maybe even weeks. 

Evan could feel his body trembling and his breathing heaving. His mind repeated the images of his dream, and an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

"Barty... Please," he whispered his name, bringing his hands up to grab him by the hair, pulling him away from his neck and making him look Evan in the eye.

"Stop playing games," Evan said with a frown. Barty smiled at him and attacked his lips again, softening the kiss halfway through. He took Evan down from his arms, and with his feet on the ground, turned Evan around without warning, squeezing him back against the wall.

"As you like," he whispered back, caressing Evan’s waist and pressing his body against his. His lips lingered on Evan’s neck, but his hands glided over his boyfriend’s body, wrapping around his waist and paying special attention to his belly. Evan squirmed against the touch, feeling the warmth of Barty’s chest against his bare back. The chill of the tiles sent a shiver down Evan’s belly.

He felt Barty's smile on his skin, accompanied by small kisses along his shoulder. Evan swallowed hard and tried not to let out pathetic sounds from his mouth, which was impossible when Barty's hand travelled past his belly and into his pants. Barty's cold fingers caressed Evan’s most sensitive area, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, and his head instinctively threw back. He closed his eyes and gasped at the little rubs above his boxers. A bite made his skin crawl, and Evan bit his lower lip, smiling.

"Did you imagine it like this, baby?" Barty whispered in his ear.

He hoped no one heard the loud moan slip out of his mouth.

[acjrven]

GUILTY PLEASURE (Oberyn Martell/AFAB reader) 18+

WC: 2.2K

SUMMARY: As a brothel cleaner, you're not supposed to be interested in the customers until the Prince of Dorne arrives and you spend a night with him.

WARNINGS 18+: Eating out, P in V and jerking off - with a hint of some Ellaria interactions!

AO3 Format / AO3 / updates: @acjrven

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Well, briefly saw them, as you ran in and out changing sheets, making sure the wine was fully topped up before the next customers took over the room. It was a busy night, like most nights, but mainly as it was King Joffrey's wedding the city was buzzing with people, as the houses across that land attended his grace’s wedding.

Rushing past what felt like thousands of people with your clean sheets and pillows you started attending to one of the luxurious rooms available for the highborn who required it. The nights were long, loud, unsurprisingly humid and stuffy caused by the mix of the city heat and people's bodies.

As you place the sheets over the bed, decorating it with red and gold pillows. Your co-worker Helena came in, she was one of the ‘whores’ who worked there but in reality, she was your closest acquaintance when working in the brothel. She smiled, putting her arm around you, “Guess what?” she said the excitement evident in her voice.

You turned around and saw her in her silky dress with a devious smile spread across her mouth, “what?” you replied as she started to help lay the silk sheets across the bed.

“The Prince of Dorne is here in King's Landing”

“Oberyn Martell?”

“The Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell and his paramour Ellaria”

She grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the room into the corridor to hide behind a corner in one of the long corridors near the main entrances.

Your eyes glazed over it and none expected to be known as a ‘Dornish Prince’ seemed to come to fruition. You stared at the blonde one wearing darker-coloured clothes.

“Is it him?” you asked, looking at Helena referring to the blonde.

A laugh came from her mouth, “Seven hells do you think that blondie would come from Dorne?”

You protested, “How would you know, he could have?”

“One he doesn’t have the accent and two… look at the man who just walked in” as she pointed them out.

Your eyes followed where she pointed, there he was draped in his mustard yellow and orange robes complementing his Dornish brunette curls, his paramour latched onto his waist. He was attractive almost in a lethal way. Helena pulled you back behind the corner as he started to walk towards the two of you. Once he was passed, you both looked around the corner watching him as he walked flawlessly. His Dornish aura spreads across and corrupts the Lannister’s presence.

“Seven hells,” you murmured lowly yet Helena heard it and she hit you gently,

“Seven hells indeed” she repeated, giving a brash smile before walking off to Duran, her ‘boss’, to be given her next work.

You stood there for a moment before picking up the broom and starting to clean the concrete stubble floors. By the looks of the rooms being filled with countless naked men and women just looking for a night of freedom, it was going to be a long night.

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As your feet ached, the work didn’t stop there carrying on with expected duties.

Your boss, Duran, came over holding a tray of wine in fake golden cups. You already knew what he was going to ask when the words, “Serve these” came out of his mouth. As you took over the tray, you wandered through the main rooms letting the hungry beasts take their cups and drink them before returning to fucking one other.

One of the room doors opened, and there stood Ellaria looking parched. Before she said anything you offered her a cup of wine and she turned to you accepting it. Her eyes bore into you before she wiped her mouth.

“Get me and my lover and I a jug of wine will you?” she asked but her tone almost slipped into a demanding tone. Upon returning to Duran, Helena emerged from one of the rooms slipping her silk robe back one, “How’s wine running” she asked, grabbing herself a cup from the tray as you swatted her hand. You replied, placing the tray down, “It’s the usual, waiting for Duran to return with a jug and some fresh wiped cups, for Ellaria and Prince Oberyn.”

“Serving a prince in a brothel, what an honour” she teased, even though you know she meant no bitterness when it came to Helena’s teasing tongue.

“Seven hells, do you ever keep your mouth shut”

“Never”

Duran came back from one of the private rooms with a jug and fresh cups. Your eyes flicked back to the door which had The prince and his lover.

As you took the tray, walking up the cold stepstones to the door, you knocked on the door which had gasps of moaning escaping from it.

No answer.

Another knock.

As you waited for another moment.

No answer.

Was it rude to walk in on a prince? Probably.

Your knuckles hit the door again, louder and harder. Even they should be able to hear it over their sounds of pleasure. suppressed muffling of names being spat before Ellaria opened the door smiling.

“Thank you, my dear,” she said before moving out of the way allowing you passage to cross into the room.

Your eyes gazed at the floor, not once looking over at the Dornish prince on the bed with two other whores on either side of him. You set the wine on a nearby table, the clashing of the metal tray hitting the wood.

A faint chuckle emerged from the bed, “Hello little dove” the prince's husky Dornish accent piercing through your ears. You froze for a moment before he got up, his lower body covered in his mustard baggy undergarments.

His callus war-hardened hands slid through your hair for a moment playing with end tips.

“You're a pretty thing” he cooed as his words almost made your legs give out. He took a breath eyeing you up and down. His eyes were soft yet darkened with desire.

He picked up on your silence instantly, “Don’t be afraid, you can speak. What is your name?”

You told him your name and he returned a hungry smile.

“Now tell me, are you a working woman or a cleaner that follows orders from her ‘boss’?” he pried touching your hair still.

Ellaria came over putting her arms around his waist, “She is merely a cleaner, my lover” she murmured into his ear.

He studied you for a moment, “You have far too much beauty to be merely a cleaner”

“Thank you, my lord” you replied as his words hit deep into your core. Most of the time the men and highborn did not pretend you existed but here was the Prince of Dorne saying you had ‘far too much beauty’.

He gazed back at the two waiting women on the bed before coming back to you, “Would you like to join us?” his fingers finding his lovers as they mingled together before continuing, “If you wish to, of course, the experience might be quite liberating for you little dove” Oberyn dragged his lover back to the bed as he lay there kissing her like neither of them would live the next day.

You stood there for a moment, watching them debating in your mind whether to join them. Your body was twitching with need; it had been ages since you had laid with someone and here was the prince of Dorne practically asking you to join. Stepping closer and closer to the bed, as gasps and groans were being released. Oberyn snapped his eyes looking up at you before turning to the other two women and dismissing them, leaving it just you, him and Ellaria. In a way, it soothed you a bit more knowing it was only 2 eyes instead of 5 and even the two lovers could pick up on that.

“Take off your clothes, if you wish to join us” he insisted as he watched your hands reach to slide one of the dress straps off your smooth shoulder. Ellaria reached out to help off your rags as Oberyn tutted, “Do they always make you wear such horrible clothing?” he asked, reaching out to grab your bare waist and bringing you closer to him.

“For us cleaners/runners? Yes. They don’t want us to look desirable” you replied laying there as Ellaria's fingers grazed over your bare back whilst Oberyn touched your side, “Hiding all this beauty under such dirty clothes” his hand dragged up your sides reaching for your breasts. A gasp escaped from your mouth and Oberyn gently massaged it as Ellaria rubbed your back as if they were almost worshipping you. It was arousing as your body started reacting to it. His doe brown eyes met yours, “You are free to do whatever you want with us” Oberyn whispered in your ear, igniting the fire in you. You leaned up from his side gently kissing him as both of his hands now roamed over your naked body before he pushed you to the bed hovering over you.

His skilled fingers reach for your thighs massaging them, almost teasing your core with what you desire. His lips kissed your neck hastily before kissing down and planting a couple of them on your perky breasts. He returned one of his hands slipping off the coverings of his waist he had left and rubbed his hardening cock a few times. He was a perfectly plump and large size as Ellaria lay to the side watching this all unfold.

Oberyn’s large crooked nose met the top of your stomach placing a trail of kisses before meeting your wet agonising slit. His tongue darted out before slowly going down to taste that first drop of it. He hummed as he looked up, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers rubbing your clit for a moment adding to that pleasure, “You taste divine” he stated his Dornish accent almost helping you to an edge.

His tongue returned to lapping up your divine juices making you squirm underneath him but his arms just pinned you there costing you to your climax.

“You’re doing so well” he purred in praise against your cunt before continuing his ministrations of his delicate tongue darting in and out. A couple of fingers slipped to your clit rubbing them skillfully helping you see closer to your peak.

“Come for me” he demanded, picking up the pace of his fingers and his lips that were eating out your pussy. Your hands found a way to his curls pushing him closer to your core so he couldn’t stop.

As you moaned more, the pace of his tongue would get unbearable to hold on as you gasped out coming undone over his face. He let you breathe for a moment before gently cleaning you up with his tongue.

His head dipped up looking over at his lover as he kissed her gently.

“Here my lover” she muttered, passing him some wine and drinking it to refresh himself.

He placed the cup back down, looking at you and kissing you whilst he tasted sweet wine and your juices. He leaned down pressing his hardness against your thigh.

“You were so good, little dove” he praised as he tenderly took your hand placing it over his shaft. Your hand moved up and down, feeling it twitch and the blood rush there. His groans were deep as he started to line up with your entrance whilst you got him harder.

His lips crashed down onto yours, as he moved your hand onto his body. His eyes searched for any signs of unwillingness not seeing any before he gently pushed his large length into your tight hole. Both of you gasp feeling connected as one whilst you accommodate to his size.

“You feel so good” he reassured before he started slowly thrusting into you, “Hmfh, you doin’ so well darlin’” slowly losing control over how warm you were. Your legs went around his waist trying to get an angle which allowed him to thrust deeper into you, “Oh. Oberyn” you moaned as his cock reached your G spot.

“Do you feel good? Because you’re doin’ so well” he said, choking on his pleasure.

“Fuck me harder” you cry out and his desires snap as his hips thrust into you at a hard relentless pace.

“Like this?” he asked gently massaging your bouncing breasts. You could only moan out a reply as he continued driving his hard throbbing cock into you. His eyes went black as he twitched inside you, “come for me” he demanded again. The three words almost signal your orgasm to come.

You squeezed around him allowing him to feel how close you were, “Yeah that’s it, come for me.”

You moan desperately reaching for his lips to kiss him as you release your come coating his dick in your warm cum. He pulled out, seeing your leakage all over him as he started jerking off and letting his cum squirt out over your tits leaving you both spent from the orgasms.

He panted out of breath before collapsing in the middle of you and his lover as he sighed in contentment with the pleasure you have given him. As he placed a hand on your side and the other on Ellaria’s, “We will get you out of this place, if you would like that” he spoke before placing you with one last tender kiss as you stared at him as a grateful smile creeps onto your exhausted face.

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Authors note: hope y’all enjoyed it!! check out my page for more

[baelaria]

Honestly, i feel like Danny would be so angry after the race :(( and of course there’s his pretty girlfriend ready to comfort him with everything necessary, having prepared two cups of hot chocolate and lots of snacks to cheer him up :)

But as he enters the hotel room he immediately scoops her up and throws her onto the bedsheets, and just rips her cozy pajama and panties apart, so that he can finally have a taste of her, until he’s covered in her juices and grinning, watching her fall apart as he dives in again and again, until she begs him to stop. But he just keeps going on, she just tastes so good :(

And as his mouth finally leaves her pussy, she thinks she’ll have a breather, but then she hears the sound of the zipper of his trousers, and she realizes he’s definitely not finished with her :)

So he ends up fucking her even more ruthlessly than he expected, and all of his bottled up rage is let out onto his pretty girlfriend, who is so cockdrunk she can’t even formulate a coherent thought anymore :((

And even after both of them cum, he doesn’t stop, is so focused on the pleasure and the rage and his girl’s screams that he just pounds into her again and again, making the bed hit the wall with a massive force, not at all bothering about it.

And his girlfriend screams as if there was no tomorrow, so much that Danny has to muffle it with messy kisses, tangling their sweat-drenched bodies together, cum everywhere.

Until she lets out a final scream, cumming for what it seamed the hundredth time that night, and Danny’s all praises and sweet kisses, telling his pretty little girlfriend how well she did it, and how good she looked while he fucked her stupid :))

[saphhicwitchbitch]

Six

Another Steddie imagine au. This time Steve and Eddie work in a theatre company and this year they are doing a Chicago play performance. So Steve as a pretty boy gets cast as one of the cell block tango ladies. He specifically plays Annie, the one that sings ”Six”. Why this is important? We get to that in a bit.

So Eddie as a very dramatic, energetic person who loves performing has had a main role for the last few years. However, this year is different because his manager decided to give him the challenge of not being in the spotlight for once, instead, he will be a dancer for the cell block tango. At first, Eddie is pissed. Like come on, he has talent that can be used, not just dancing for one song. So on his way to his first rehearsal he’s in a bit of a mood. But he goes along with it and acts amicable when needed, treats his instructors nice, and comes to find that he actually likes learning the dances.

A few weeks later practise is going fine, apparently the dancers playing the 6 girls will be ready to rehearse their partner dances soon. Which means that the next few sessions are dedicated to the individual moves each of the men do when the ladies are dancing with them. Eddie finds out that he is partnered to Annie, which is cool. The start of his dance is literally standing, then laying on the floor while Annie does her routine, then the main tango steps that they were all taught (basically the same dance she does in the movie). He thought that this was going to be easy.   

He was wrong.

When they introduced the cast playing the main six girls, Eddie knew he was screwed. Because in the mains was one of the most gorgeous men he ever has the blessing of laying his eyes upon.

Steve. 

This Steve is wearing a very little amount of clothes : booty shorts that barely cover anything, a crop top/lingerie bralette thing, and thigh harnesses. So of course, Eddie is enamoured with him. This gift in the form of a man reaffirms to him that this is not as bad as he initially believed it to be. There is literally a Greek god standing in front of him. So while he doesn't get to use the full extent of his talent on stage, at least he can ogle Adonis.

While waiting to get paired up with whoever is playing Annie, Eddie is approached by Steve. They strike up a conversation where there is defiantly flirting on both parts, a few teasing lines thrown at each other and overall an amazing conversation. At this point Eddie is fully convinced Steve is a true angel, the perfect man for him. 

Then partners are announced. 

Now Eddie knew he was dancing with Annie, he was prepared for this already. What he wasn’t prepared for was the fact that Steve plays Annie. 

Practise starts, “Pop” lady and her partner get through their section, then it is Eddie and Steve’s turn. 

And Holy Fuck.

“ I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago “

One foot in front of the other, Steve struts towards Eddie. His voice dripping with lust as he sings on the most perfect raspy voice that has ever existed. He comes to a stop in front of Eddie, lays his hand upon eddies chest and slowly starts to stoke downwards. His touch light and teasing, fingers gently dancing along the material as they head further south. Then he reaches up again, hands grasp firmly on Eddies shoulder and push him violently to the floor. Eddie looks up in time while on the ground to see Steve’s decent. Fucking beautiful. Steve slowly slides into the splits over Eddies body. Coming to rest, lightly sitting mere inches above Eddie’s rapidly developing boner. The song continues, and Steve keeps singing, seemingly unaware of Eddies crisis. But then it gets worse. Steve leans down onto Eddie, pressing his whole upper body against eddies chest ,face coming closer and closer each lyric that is sung...

“ I fixed him his drink as usual”

Teeth graze the side of eddies neck as Steve bites into the red cloth that is tucked just under a strap near his throat. It is seductive, tantalising, alluring. Slow and sensual as every nerve in eddies being is set alight by the rough drag of the material being raked across his neck from Steve’s teeth.

“ You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic”

The energy changes, slow seduction has been halted. Now they must switch to the hot, animalistic, sexual nature of the tango. They grip each other tight. Eyes focused only on each other. Minds empty of anything but the raw passion they have for the other as they twist, turn, kick, and dip to the rapid tempo. Consumed with one another for the rest of the dance. Souls promising the other that more will happen as the final beats of the tango come into fruition. The music stops. They stop dancing. Panting. Breathless. Gasping for air. One of Eddies hand is clutching onto Steve’s thigh, pulling it up and close around his hips. The other gripping onto the small of Steve’s back, holding him up in their final position while Steve’s hands are desperately clinging to Eddie’s chest.

Steve catches his breath, and looks up towards Eddie. His eyes becoming sultry once more and a grin spreads across his face.

 “ how about we do that again sweetheart?”

[dandqllion]

Setting my standards too high after edging on ff

[pterodach]

Crisanta and the penitent one are literally the best illustration of the meme pussy facing the world and cock shame

AND THEIR SIZE DIFFERENCE ALSO>>>

[bilolli]

Yo, this is a message for my mutuals and kinda out of context BUT I'm looking for a penpal who would like to exchange slow mail with me!

I struggle with maintaining online friendships/relationships in general because of some bad past experiences where I was used and then forgot when I didn't have anything to offer anymore, but I really want to have some new friends! (foreigners too, even though the letters are going to take MONTHS to be delivered), so I thought: if I can't seem to have online friends I can try with pen pals! It's a thing I wish to do again since I was in middle school when I wanted to keep in touch with an elementary school friend of mine who didn't have a phone yet. We stopped when she got a phone with the promise to chat online but then we never did. SO, if someone is interested please feel free to send me a DM!

:D

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

Spoiler alert but I am going to write my farmer/Sam story with a sex scene and while I'm still debating on whether to include that scene in the main fic or to fade to black and add it as an extra so people can have seamless family fun experience, I do know that I'm not gonna write any dick going inside any ass but I'm gonna make them talk about it, plan it, and joke about it. Make people wait for it.

And then I just won't write it.

And you know why?

Because I am so sick and tired of people treating penis insertion as THE SEX. I am so sick and tired of reading otherwise well written fics where the charas have had sex, they've been naked on the same bed and fondled bits and tits, mutually masturbated together, licked and sucked each others nether regions, HAD. ACTUAL. FUCKING. SEX. LIKE. THEY. FUCKED. YES!

But apparently the moment that the author deems is their "first time" is when a dick goes inside something that is roughly in the area between the legs. That is the first time, that is THE SEX. Penis In Vagina or Penis In Anus, that is THE SEX. PENIS. PENIS IS SEX.

And fuck you, I hate you all and I will not give you that.

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

can you write a smut where the reader rides logan's abs, i mean 😍

wishing this could be me right now🫡 enjoy!

riding his abs - logan howlett x fem!reader 18+

NSWF! MDNI!

Logan looked like he had been sculpted by God himself. I mean, those abs? Dude is cut.

You were currently lying in bed next time, admiring his perfect body. Your index finger traced lightly over the divots of his muscles. "God Logan, your body is unreal." No matter how long you'd been with him, his physique never fails to amaze you. Your compliment made the corners of his lips twitch up into a smirk.

"You like what you see Bub?," he teased with a flex of his muscles, putting his veins on full display. A puddle formed between your legs, the wetness seeping through the thin pair of underwear you had on. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Cocky motherfucker.

"Holy shit Lo, you can't just tease me like that."

"Who said I was teasing?"

With one muscular arm, he lifted you easily up so that you were sitting on his abdomen. You gasped as he flexed with you on top of him, your soaking core pressed against his abs. He cocked an eyebrow up at you, smirk returning. "Is that really all it takes to get you going?," he snorted. "Dirty slut." With another swift movement, he ripped your panties off and flung them to the floor.

His confident, cocky attitude made you even hornier than you already were. Without even realizing, your hips bucked into his stomach against his rock hard abs.

"Pleasuring yourself on my muscles now?," he blew out a low whistle. You realized what you had been doing. An embarrassed blush crept up your face. "Sorry-"

"Don't apologize. I mean fuck, I could sit here all day and watch you get yourself off with my body."

His approval came as a surprise to you. "Really?"

His eyes grazed your body hungrily. "Yes, really, now get to work sugar," he ordered.

The thought of you pleasuring yourself on his abs with him sitting there and watching you brought another flood in-between your legs. Biting your lip, you began to grind on him slowly, pressing your hands against his chest for support. Fuck, even his chest was rock hard muscle.

Sure, he could just sit there and watch the show you were putting on, but come on, it was Logan. There was no way that man could keep his hands off of you. He grabbed your tits in both of his hands- his huge hands- and squeezed. "Fuck doll, you're so wet." His pet name for you made you buck your hips again, grinding your clit against his hard stomach. "Oh fuck Logan!"

The natural lubricant that seeped out of your cunt made it easy to slide back and forth on him. It was like when you were younger, an innocent, mindlessly humping a pillow, except now, it was a man beneath you, his muscles aiding you in your pleasure. Things really do come full circle, don't they?

The rough calluses of Logan's thumbs swirling around your sensitive nipples sent waves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself climbing towards your peak.

"Getting close sweetheart?," his low, husky voice asked.

You nodded and responded with a high moan, unable to answer him with words.

"Good girl, finish yourself off on me. I want you to make a fucking mess of me."

The growl in his voice, the praise, brought you to your climax. Your hands moved to his hair and dug your fingers in, pulling at it as you lost control and came on him.

"Good girl, such a good, fucking girl," he talked you through your orgasm, somehow making you cum 10 times harder.

Once you came off of your high, you slid off of him, flopping down on the bed next time. You shivered. Then, you took in the mess you had made of his stomach. Your cum had pooled around his abs, glistening. "Oh, shit Logan, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't apologize," He cut you off, sliding a finger up his stomach to collect the mess you had just made, and stick it in his mouth to get a taste. He threw his head back and let out a throaty groan around his finger. "Y'Taste so good doll."

Logan lifted up your chin to bring his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself.

"You are the only person that could ever do that to me," you murmured.

He snorted and looked back at his toned abdomen, shining with your cum. "You did that to yourself, Bub."

[hoshigray]

hey!! I love you works=) Can I request a fem!chubby(optional)reader x gojo,where gojo is her mean roommate and after a night when he had fun with a random girl and reader couldn't sleep because of it she confront him and he shows her how much he loves-hates her (NSWF if you can,when I say love-hate I mean he loves her,but she is not afraid to attack his ego so he finds this quite annoying) I truly understand if you don't want to write and I respect your decision =) I just say to try my luck and see if you like the idea

lol well, I'm lucky to have time to indulge in this idea, so why not? hope i did this right...

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x roommate! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader can be read as chubby or not - implied mutual feelings/pining - kissing/making out - teasing - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and licking) - doggy style + missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - Gojo being a bit whipped for you - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - implied usage of alcohol - mention of saliva/drool. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k

“God, you can be such a fucking dumbass…Who told you to drink so much?”

“Listen–hic–I was just being the life of the party. Plus, gotta impress the ladies~”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just eat your damn mocha bread.”

Lying on the living room couch with you sitting on your knees on the carpet, tending to his drunken state, was not something Satoru Gojo had planned. It was supposed to be a chill night at the club with the guys – Geto, Nanami, and Haibara – yet he somehow found his way to the dance floor and danced like a rock star, drinking like a fish from taking up all the shots bought by all the women infatuated by him. What can he say; he could never refuse the ladies, even if he doesn’t like alcohol.

However, he’ll admit he might have overdone it and puked in the club bathroom for a solid 20 minutes before his friends decided it was time to go. You opened your apartment door to your roommate being carried by Haibara and Geto, the dark-haired men apologizing for the inconvenience at the late hour after dropping their friend on the couch and leaving you to deal with the tipsy fool. 

Although, with him dealing with the raging headache and horrid acid from the vomit earlier ruining his tastebuds, Gojo would say this wasn’t all too bad. Why? Well, now he has his cute roommate to look after him like they always do.

Although he feels a bit bad that you were up to see him at this ungodly hour, watching you sitting beside him and feeding him his favorite snack to ease his subsiding intoxication made him feel warm. The little pout on your face as you break apart pieces of the mocha bread to feed into his mouth, your gorgeous eyes examining him to see if he’s okay, and your cute pajamas comprised of an oversized shirt and some shorts. If it meant being treated by you like this, the snow-haired man figured he ought to get drunk more often.

The only problem was you nagging at him like he was a child, grabbing for his hand to hold the glass of water on his own. “Drink; I don’t want you puking on my carpet.” Yup, you were his roommate, all right.

He rolled his eyes while taking a sip. “You’re supposed to be talking all sweet and slow to me here because my head’s going at sixty miles an hour. Aren’t you supposed to be sympathetic to the weak?”

You scoffed. “Oh please, you are not weak; you’re just dumb enough to drink whatever thing some pretty girl gives you.” 

“Hmph,” He puffs at you, evoking your eye to twitch. “Well, maybe I should just go back to the venue and find that pretty lady who was dancing with me all night!” He takes a bite of some more mocha bread. “I’m sure she’d be nice enough to minister to my drunk self.”

That was a lie. There was a lady he was dancing with, the same lady who hung out with the guys at the club and had a good time with them. The woman was a wild and entertaining girl, Gojo will admit. But in all aspects, she was just there; she was nothing. If anything, Gojo wished that you were there instead of her. You were busy with work, opting to sit this out and maybe go with the guys the next time. 

And although he didn’t try to argue (outside of pestering you in giving in and coming along), he couldn’t get his mind off you while he was away. You were all he could think about, wondering if you were okay or if you remembered to eat dinner. Or just imagining you being with him, wearing something nice and letting loose around his friends – around him. Fuck, just visioning him and you dancing together would’ve been such a treat and probably saved his poor liver and stomach from all the alcohol. 

Instead, he’s spending the last moments of his late-night high with you, who should be sleeping. You say to him, “Would you?”

He draws his brows upwards. “Hmm?”

“Would you go back?” he now notices the look on your face, as if you’re going back and forth with something internally. “I mean, probably not because I’m sure whoever has to deal with you can’t feed you your favorite bread.” 

He hums, taking note of your expression and your fingers playing with the edge of his plate. “Why do you ask?”

“Because Nanami called me earlier when you were getting a little too wild, like, five shots in,” The number throws the man in a whirlwind; damn, I had more than five? “And he told me you were so tipsy and touchy that you couldn’t stop asking about me. Like, ‘Where’s Y/n’ or ‘Man, I wish Y/n was here; they love this song.’” 

Did I say that? “I said that?” A curt nod is given to Gojo, and he presses his lips to a thin line. Ah, shit. 

“All I’m saying is,” you continue with a pout. “It would be pretty scummy of you to say you’d wanna hang with another woman and then turn around and worry about me, for whatever reason.” 

Sky-blue eyes observe yours downcasted to the plate with the sweet bread. He couldn’t ignore how cute you avoided his gaze — it’s what prompted him to say this: “…There is a reason.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t worry about you for nothing,” you watch the white-haired man bring his upper body up from the couch with his elbows. His face is now a foot away from yours, close enough for you to see the earnest glint in his eyes under the soft, warm glow of the ceiling lighting. “Nothing is for ‘whatever’ reason if it’s with you.”

Your brows furrowed together, eyes avoiding Gojo’s gaze. “What could that reason be, I wonder. You’re just saying that so I can stop being up taking care of—“You couldn’t finish that sentence; how could you when Gojo brought a hand to your chin and prompted you to look back at him? Azure eyes pierced right into yours; it made your heart skip, and your body dare not to move.

“You want me to prove you wrong?” He asks with a neutral expression, hard for you to gauge what’s on his mind. You know him; he likes to poke fun or try to get you riled up. So, this shouldn’t be any different (aside from him holding your chin).

You huff, “Go ahead.”

And it was there where you should’ve chosen your words carefully.

“Khaaa! Ohhh! G–Gojo, stop…! Y’r fingerss—Ahhaaa!”

“Aht, aht, don’t do that, angel. Open those legs up for me…Fuck, you’re so cute…Mmm”

It took you aback when Gojo stood up from the couch, took your hand, and walked you from the living room to his room. Confusion on your part turned into immediate shock when he brought you into a kiss. With wide eyes and thoughts going at a million miles per hour, you instinctively tried to brush him off you. But one kiss turned into two, and two kisses turned into three. And before you know it, you sink into the feel of his pillowy lips, a leg situating between yours while your hands come around his neck.

And the surprises don’t stop there; Gojo then hoists you up — yes, picks you up! — and brings you to his bed to continue laying his lips on you. Your shaky moans resulted from his kisses trailing from your chin to your collarbone, the humps of his lower half chafing the groin of your shorts. The twitch of your chasm happens involuntarily — how embarrassing! Especially when he distracts you by claiming your lips again so he can pull down your bottoms and panties.

And that’s how we end up here, you crying out for him as he kisses and nibbles on your ear while his fingers play with your wet folds. “—Ahahhnn!! G–Gojo, no..! Not there…Hnnfff…!”

“You say that, but you’re not letting my fingers go, huh.” He chortles before kissing your cheek, stuffing his middle finger to aid his forefinger in scraping your inner walls. The wails that escaped your lips were so unlike the stern persona he’d usually deal with; they provoked him into wanting to hear more. “Damn, didn’t know my little cute roomie could make such cute sounds. Let me hear more, ‘kay?” 

Cute!? The adjective had your cheeks increase in heat with the twitch of your southern walls clamping onto Gojo’s digits. “Hoooh! Q–Quit playing with me, Gojo; just stop going so fa—Aaahhhh!!” 

From your protest, his fingers go even faster. And worse, he sneaks his thumb to your clitoris, where he shocks your body with swipes and grinds to the delicate pearl. Too fast for you to chew on your lip to shield the creams, “Hey now, I said call me by my name.” He looks at you with flushed cheeks and soft, hooded eyes — way too late to blame the alcohol for such effects. But you can see the passion that’s burning inside those blue orbs of his. “Don’t be stubborn on me, pretty girl. What’s my name, Y/n?”

God, first cutie, now pretty girl; how many names was he gonna call you to drag you deep into your pool of embarrassment? “Haahhh, Satoru, please,” your body jerks to the jabs of his fingers hitting inside you. 

“Heh, good girl. My little angel…” Gojo kisses you again, sucking on your tongue with a teasing vigor before lifting your shirt to display your body to him in its whole form. Your breasts spill open for him to claim a nipple into his mouth for a quick suck. He then travels down your abdomen, playfully nibbling on your soft skin and flesh for you to jerk. His hands massage your inner thighs after spreading them further. 

His face then comes down to your bare cunt, blowing on it to make you squirm. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to look at you for so long. You made such a gorgeous mess for me.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Gojo,” you peer down at him, only for him to beam with a mischievous smile. Damn, you cursed his dimples for making him look like a childish bastard!

“No thanks, I’m more interested in fucking this cute thing.” He snickers to himself before descending further in between your legs and having you gasp sharply at the feel of his lips on your slit. His tongue swishes between your folds and sucks in your leaking substances for him to savor, the wet muscle teasing its entrance of your vagina before inserting inside.

You almost choke on your spit, crying out for him to stop and trying to close your legs. But that proves worthless, Gojo’s hands holding them to your chest for him to feast on you properly. You’re forced to accept the laps of his tongue, and it has your ears ringing with the obscene sounds coming from the commotion.

“—Ohoo!! Satoru, stop!!” You bring a hand to his head to grab a tuff of his snow-white hair. It does nothing, only making him eat you out even more unsteadily.  His nose occasionally bumps into your clit, your other hand gripping the sheets. “Stooop it, I’m gonna cummm, if you keep….!”

“Go ahead, baby,” he withdraws his mouth, slipping his fingers back inside you to massage euphorically. Your eyes roll up when he licks on your clitoris. “Let’s see my pretty angel be messy for me.” 

You couldn’t prevent yourself from following his command even if you wanted to, the fingers and his wet muscle all doing their part in making sure you give in. And so you do, releasing the reins to let your orgasm overcome you, clamping onto his fingers as it pass through your body through the shocks and your erotic howls. 

And Gojo eats you up through your sensitive nerves and all, his hands not letting you writhe out of this as he stuffs his face into your cunt. Your body jolts with every passing shock until it relaxes. And even then, Gojo still carries a naughty grin when lifting his face and licking his digits. “Look at that, princess. Making my fingers all pretty.”

The display made your ears hot. “Don’t play with it like that!”

“Why, I’m gonna play with you a whole lot more, anyway,” he says while kissing your thighs. He surprises you with a bite, making you huff in surprise. “Gonna play and mark you all mine all night long.”

And he was not lying. Everything happened so fast; one moment, you’re lying on Gojo’s bed with him, eating you out until you come from his mouth two times. The next moment, your pajamas are stripped off you and thrown to the floor along with his. 

“—Noohhh!! Ohhh, fuuuck, ahh, ‘Toruuu, yer goin’ too fast…! Slow down!!”

“Hnngh! Ahhhh, easy for you to say with you gripping on me like crazy…Holy shiiiit, you feel so good…”

Now, you two in the nude are fucking like animals. The hour is way past late for noises to disrupt your neighbors, yet here you are on Gojo’s bed with your face down to the sheets and your ass propped up for him to drill his length deep inside you. He’s caged you beneath him, his strong arms on either side of you while his hips thrust into your plump ass and thighs. The sounds of the action were so raunchy to the ears, something straight from a porno.

The two of you have been going at it for about two previous rounds; your body is already sensitive and sweaty from this. You want to be tired – your mind is trying to tell you you’re exhausted. However, it’s impossible to think of anything else with Gojo hammering his dick into you like no tomorrow. Excessive come leaks from your cunt down your thighs, a white ring forming around the base of his shaft — evidence of your sexes union. 

“Ohhh Jesus, this ’s too much…Nnnphh!” The clap of your ass smacking onto Gojo’s pelvis made you sheepish, sinking your face further into the sheets to try and conceal your cries. But that’s not working when the tip of his cock grazes your velvety walls in such a precise motion that you almost choke on a sob, drool coming down your mouth. “Oh God, right there, ‘Toruuu…”

The white-haired man observes from above, examining your round ass and body jerk from his movements. Fuck, you looked so fucking sexy like this under him, wailing out from him being able to make you feel so good. It strokes his ego so badly, but that’s what happens when he’s finally proving to you how much he’s wanted your body like this. Your erotic body, your adorable mewls, and your amazingly tight cunt clenching on him as if you don’t want to let him go — it all makes his head pound, and his strokes smack on your harsher.

“Shiiiit, I’m so close…” He moans with a cold sweat that rolls down to his chin and hits the skin of your trapezius. Gojo then decides to switch things up before his evident release comes knocking. “Hey, sweetie. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

You were already maneuvered to face him before he could finish that sentence, your front forced to be seen in his gaze. Your half-lidded orbs locked in with Gojo’s as he bucks his hips to you during missionary. Oh, what an intimate position! 

“Hic—Don’t look!” You say while putting your hands up to his face – accidentally hitting the bottom of his chin, taking him by surprise – not wanting him to see your disheveled and messy self under his observant eyes. 

But that didn’t fly by with him, immediately grabbing your wrists and pinning them down. “Oh, none of that, princess,” his face descends to brush his nose against yours. “I told you I’d prove you wrong. So, how am I supposed to do that with you hiding from me like that?”

You gulp to give him a snarky answer, “Mmmph—You’ve proven that enough!”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckles lightly; fuck, he sounds so hot. “With you, there’s never enough.” He takes your lips with him before you can say more, grinding his hips onto your squelching chasm to scrape your sensitive spots to evoke your screams to be taken from his mouth. 

Gojo then snaps his hips into you at an unsteady tempo, the rhythm too fast to comprehend and catch yourself. The rough hits of his dick so harsh and sporadic, and your mewls are muffled by his kisses. Your hands go to his back, preparing yourself for the climax that rushes back to you for the fifth time that night. 

Oh, fuck, oh my fucking God! And it hits you like a slap to the face; your exhausted body trembles for yet another crescendo to crash over you. Your legs come around to Gojo’s waist to hold on. And Gojo’s not too far from orgasming on his own; the fluttering contractions of your cunt force him to give in and spill into you once again, groaning into your wet and puffy lips. 

The two of you embrace the jolts of your bodies in union, your lips glued to his as he kisses you through it all. And he drops his sweaty body on yours, the heat between you two sticking to your skins from the contact. A hand comes to the top of your head, caressing and massaging your scalp to further your relaxed state.

Gojo breaks the kiss with a soft sound, and a string of saliva sticks to you two until it’s broken apart from his ascent. He chortles, using a thumb to wipe your mouth from spit. “Well, did I make my point?”

You send him a tired glare, sighing heavily while your finger traces his back. “More than enough, Satoru.”

He beams, the dimples returning to blind you. “Good! Because I was thinking of going for another round—“

Your lips quiver with dread at the words, grabbing for a pillow and instantly hitting him in the head with it, not caring about him exclaiming in pain from the impact.

“Hurry up and get off me, you drunk, horny bastard!!”

But one thing was definite; it wasn’t the alcohol that Gojo was drunk on — it was you.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – dividers from @/benkeibear.

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