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[kupfergeist]

You know, I considered keeping these in my inbox, make it an aquarium, but I think it's best if I set them free Just look at how shiny they are!! Absolutely lovely little dudes, I love their coloring and frilly fins

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[tgms]

hitting it raw!

— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)

sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex

“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.

you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.

his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.

“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.

“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”

sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”

“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.

he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.

deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.

“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”

you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.

“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.

suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.

“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.

“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.

“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.

“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.

“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

⸻ edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)

you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.

for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.

the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.

“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”

you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.

“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”

suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.

“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”

“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”

you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.

“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”

“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.

“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.

you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.

he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.

“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”

you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.

“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”

“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”

he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.

“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)

“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”

taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.

“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.

“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.

he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.

togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.

“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”

you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.

“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.

togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”

“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”

he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”

you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”

togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.

you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”

“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.

his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.

“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”

he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.

“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again

“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills

“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.

“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”

an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.

“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake,” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.

he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”

your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”

you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.

he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.

“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.

he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.

“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.

“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”

it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.

“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”

you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.

“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”

kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.

“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.

“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.

“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”

“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.

“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.

“i told you to keep quiet.”

“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”

his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.

“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.

“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.

“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.

his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.

the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.

“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”

his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.

shit, was he hard again?

“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

⸻ size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)

umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.

“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.

“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.

“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”

“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.

“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.

ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.

“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.

“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”

“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”

he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”

ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.

“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”

you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.

“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.

“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”

he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.

“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.

umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.

“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”

he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.

“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”

note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!

[2uyi]

ding! the sound that came from satoru's phone, making him snap out of his study– he picks up his phone and turns it on, who’s messaging him at this hour? surely it couldn’t be that important, right?

fuckass sent 1 image fuckass: looks like ur girl wants to be mine fuckass: game over lmao

satoru’s jaw immediately fell when he opened the messages from sukuna's, his thumb hovering over the download button on the image. if he opened it and it was a photo of you and sukuna, he swears he’ll kill that motherfucker–

his eyes widened, staring at the selfie of you and sukuna, your face washed with tiredness and your eyes barely open, your hair sticking to your face. his breathing now uneven. sweat slowly started to cover satoru's palms, what the fuck were you doing with sukuna of all people? satoru quickly swiped his phone over to your dms, his thumbs rapidly clicking on the phone's keyboard. sato: don't fucking play with me yn sato: why are you with sukuna sato: answer me | 10+ messages from sato on your side, as you were breathlessly moaning into sukuna's mouth, your tongue and his intertwining with each other– you hardly notice your phone go off multiple times, until sukuna grabbed it and turned it on, pulling away and earning a whine from you. "look at this," he started, holding up the phone to your face, "your loverboy's spamming you, 's rude to leave your best friend hanging, no?" sukuna forced your phone into your hands, satoru's texts open. you weakly type back a response with multiple typos, and one that you guarantee won't leave satoru satisfied.

yn: sry yn: texr me agaidnftrmrow you threw your phone away on the bed somewhere, quickly getting back into the makeout sesh you were having with sukuna. his face in your hands, both of your bodies sweaty and his jeans had a patch of your slick. "nasty ass girl. leaving your little boytoy to fuck with me." he said in between heavy breaths, you can only nod at his words– your mind too foggy to think of words. – on satoru's end, he finally caved in. he was fisting his dick vigorously, saying your name in gasps and whimpers; it feels so fucking wrong for him to beat it to you and his frenemy, but he can't help it– the thought of being able to watch you and sukuna get it on was so hot for no reason. his thoughts were getting out of hand, only being able to imagine you writhing under sukuna while he was watching, or even joining in with you two. after all, you could take both of them, right?

[flux1563]

Behind the Spotlight ft Miyeon

Tags : virgin, multiple orgasm, BWC

Words : 14k

"Annyeonghaseyo," Miyeon said shyly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she tried to get the attention of the handsome man sitting across the bustling café. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

The man looked up from his laptop, a puzzled expression on his face. He clearly hadn't understood her greeting. "Hi," he responded with a warm smile. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Miyeon bit her lower lip, nervously playing with the translator app on her phone. She had practiced her English lines for weeks, but the moment had arrived, and her mind was a whirlwind. She hoped the app would be her wingman today. "Yes," she murmured, holding up the phone. "I am Miyeon. From Korea. You...are...my...type."

The man's smile grew wider as he read the translation. His eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement and intrigue. "I'm Y/N," he said, pointing to himself. "And you're definitely the most interesting thing that's happened to me in this café."

Miyeon's heart skipped a beat as she read his response on the screen. She had always been curious about dating outside of her country, and here she was, trying to flirt with a white man, a fantasy she had harbored for a long time. Her group's manager had always warned them about maintaining their image, but she was on a break from her K-pop group G-idle, and she had decided that this was the perfect opportunity to explore her desires.

The café was a cozy haven from the New York City rush, its walls adorned with vintage posters and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Miyeon's eyes took in every detail, from the way the sunlight danced on the wooden floors to the clinking of spoons against porcelain cups. It was her first day in America, and she was eager to absorb the culture she had only seen in movies and dramas.

Y/N leaned in closer, his interest piqued by the beautiful stranger. "So, what brings you to the city?" he asked.

Miyeon paused, her thumb hovering over the app's screen. "Vacation," she typed, feeling a flutter in her stomach. "I want to see America...and maybe find love?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, reading the translation. He couldn't help but chuckle at her honesty. "Well, Miyeon," he began, "I'd be happy to show you around. And who knows, maybe we'll find that love along the way."

They decided to start with the mall, a place where Y/N knew she would love the blend of familiar brands and unique American experiences. As they strolled through the gleaming corridors, Miyeon's eyes widened with wonder, taking in the sights and sounds of shoppers from various walks of life. They stopped at a photo booth, the kind that promised to capture their smiles with a series of snapshots. Miyeon's excitement was palpable as she squeezed in beside Y/N, her hands shaking slightly.

The camera flashed, and they both grinned widely, the photos printing out to immortalize their first moments together. They held them up to the light, examining the images with playful scrutiny. "We look good together," Y/N said, nudging her gently.

Miyeon nodded, her eyes shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Maybe one more?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she leaned closer, her sweet perfume enveloping him. The next set of photos were more intimate, their laughter and smiles growing more relaxed with each flash. On a whim, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, catching her by surprise. She blushed, but didn't pull away. Instead, she turned to face him fully, and their eyes met, the connection palpable.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in a canvas of oranges and pinks, they stepped outside, hand in hand. The warmth of the day had given way to a pleasant evening breeze, carrying with it the distant sound of car horns and chattering pedestrians. They paused at a scenic spot, a fountain with a sculpture of a couple in a passionate embrace. Y/N took out his phone, pointing it at them. "One more?"

Miyeon nodded, her breath hitching slightly. He leaned in, his arm snaking around her waist, and they kissed as the camera clicked away. The kiss was gentle at first, a mere brush of the lips, but it quickly grew into something more, their bodies gravitating towards each other like magnets. It was a moment that seemed to freeze time, their hearts beating in unison as the world rushed by around them.

When they parted, Miyeon looked up at Y/N, her eyes filled with a newfound boldness. She took his hand, leading him to the exit. "Let's go," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "I want to show you something."

The taxi ride to her hotel was a blur of neon lights and unintelligible chatter, her heart racing as she thought about what was to come. The hotel lobby was grand, with chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the marble floor. She felt like Cinderella, except she was the one pulling the strings of this fairytale.

"Y/N," she murmured, her grip on his hand tightening as they stepped into the elevator. "My hotel." The words were barely out of her mouth before the doors slid shut, leaving them alone in the plush, mirrored compartment. The air grew thick with anticipation, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needed no translation.

They arrived at her floor, the soft ding of the elevator echoing through the corridor. Miyeon's luxury room was a retreat from the chaos of the city, with a view of the twinkling skyline that stretched out like a sea of diamonds. She led him inside, her heart thumping in her chest like a bass in a pop song. The room was immaculate, the king-sized bed an inviting oasis in the center.

Y/N took in the opulence around him, his gaze eventually landing on Miyeon as she stood before him, her eyes a mix of excitement and nerves. He stepped closer, placing a hand on her waist. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Miyeon's response was swift and decisive. She reached up, her hands cupping his face, and drew him down for a kiss that was filled with all the pent-up desire she had been feeling since she first laid eyes on him. It was a kiss of hunger, a declaration of intent, and it took Y/N by surprise. His eyes widened for a brief moment before a smoldering look replaced his shock.

Y/N took control, his arms wrapping around her tightly as his kiss grew more intense. He dominated the exchange, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, claiming her in a way that made her body tremble. Miyeon felt a rush of heat flood through her, her knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught of passion. She moaned softly, her hands fisting in his shirt as she tried to keep up with the pace he had set.

He broke away, his breath ragged, leaving her panting and wanting more. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "And so eager."

Miyeon's cheeks burned as she nodded, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt this way before, never experienced such raw passion. Y/N's confidence and dominance were intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly following his lead.

Their kisses grew deeper and more urgent as they stumbled down the hallway towards the bedroom, their clothes seemingly dissolving away with every step they took. Buttons popped and fabric slithered to the floor, leaving a trail of discarded pieces that whispered of their desire. Y/N's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, pale skin as if he couldn't get enough.

Her own hands weren't idle, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers and pushing it off his broad shoulders. His skin was warm to the touch, and she reveled in the feel of his firm chest beneath her fingertips. His belt buckle clattered to the floor, the sound echoing through the room, a stark reminder of the urgency in their movements.

Finally, they reached the bedroom, the large, inviting bed calling out to them. They tumbled onto the soft sheets, their kisses never breaking. Miyeon's long hair fanned out around them, a stark contrast to the stark white of the bedding. Y/N's hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate motion that had her squirming beneath him.

The dress fell away, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, the soft curves that had been hidden beneath layers of clothing. His eyes roamed over her, dark with desire, and she felt a thrill run through her. This was it, the moment she had been dreaming of.

The air grew thick with tension as they continued to explore each other's bodies, their kisses becoming more frantic. The bedroom was a cocoon, insulating them from the outside world, allowing them to lose themselves in the moment. Y/N's hands slid up her thighs, sending shivers down her spine as he gently parted her legs.

Miyeon felt her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked into his eyes. She had never been more vulnerable, more exposed, but with him, she felt safe. Her hands found his waist, her nails digging in as she pulled him closer, her body arching towards his.

He kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone, leaving a delicate line of fire in his wake. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they peaked beneath his touch. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Their kisses grew more desperate as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the music of their shared passion filling the air. Y/N's weight shifted, and she felt the heat of him pressing against her thighs. Her hand slid down, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his pants, and she could feel the evidence of his desire.

The moment was upon them, a crescendo of emotion and need. With a final, gentle kiss, Y/N positioned himself above her, their eyes locked. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that had her trembling.

"Be gentle, please," Miyeon whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance in the sea of uncertainty that was her first time.

Y/N's expression softened, a look of wonder and respect in his eyes. "I was shocked that a beautiful girl like you is a virgin," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's perfect."

With that promise, he began to explore her further, his hands and mouth worshipping every inch of her body. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. His touch was feather-light, as if he was afraid she might shatter under his touch. But Miyeon was no fragile porcelain doll; she was a woman on the brink of discovering a new aspect of herself, and she craved the release that only he could provide.

Y/N's fingers danced over her stomach, teasing the edge of her panties before finally sliding beneath the fabric. Her breath hitched as he touched her, his fingers skimming over her sensitive skin. He took his time, building the tension with every stroke, until she was a quivering mess beneath him.

Miyeon's body responded to his ministrations, her hips rising to meet his hand. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He slid her panties down, exposing her to the cool air of the room. She felt a flash of vulnerability, but his warm gaze made her feel cherished, not exposed. He kissed her thighs, working his way closer to the apex of her need.

When he finally reached her center, she gasped, her body arching off the bed. His mouth was hot, his tongue teasing and exploring, and she could feel herself spiraling towards the precipice of pleasure.

"Ahh, keep going," Miyeon moaned, the words spilling from her lips in a mix of Korean and English. Y/N's eyes met hers, and he took that as the green light he needed to deepen his kiss. His tongue delved into her folds, finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Her legs fell open wider, inviting him in, her hands tangled in his hair as she held him there, urging him to never stop.

Her breath grew shallow and ragged as the pleasure built within her, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her back arching off the bed. He hummed against her, the vibration sending waves of ecstasy through her core. She felt her climax approaching, a warm glow that grew brighter with every flick of his tongue.

And then it hit her, a tidal wave of sensation that made her entire body spasm. Her first orgasm with another person washed over her, more intense than any she had ever experienced alone. She cried out, her nails digging into his scalp, her legs trembling around his shoulders. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could see stars behind her lids, a symphony of color and light that danced in time with the pulsing in her veins.

Y/N didn't wait for her to catch her breath. Instead, he took advantage of her heightened state, slipping one finger into her drenched pussy. Miyeon's eyes snapped open, wide with surprise, and she watched him through a haze of pleasure as he began to pump in and out of her slowly. His movements were deliberate and measured, as if he was savoring every second. She could feel herself stretching around him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Ahh," she moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears. Encouraged, he added a second finger, scissoring them apart to prepare her for what was to come. The sensation was incredible, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that made her toes curl. "So good, fuck," she murmured in broken English, the words falling from her lips like a prayer.

Y/N took her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking and suckling the sensitive nub. Miyeon's hips bucked, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer to the edge once again. He felt her tighten around his fingers, her muscles clenching with every stroke. His other hand reached up, cupping her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "I wanna pee." The suddenness of her words took him aback, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for clarification. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, and she was panting heavily. "I mean, it feels like... I need to pee, but it's... different."

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her chest, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, Miyeon," he assured her. "It's just your body's way of letting you know it's ready." He could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and he knew it was time to take the lead. "Just let it go, baby," he ordered, his voice firm but tender.

And with those words, she did. A gush of liquid heat spurted against his face, her juices spraying against his cheeks and mouth. It was a moment of pure, unbridled intimacy, one that she had never shared with anyone before. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He lapped at her, drinking in her sweetness, savoring the taste of her desire.

"Ahh, ahh," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure as she rode the waves of her second orgasm. It was a sound that would be forever etched in his memory, a reminder of the power and beauty of the connection they had just shared. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body trembling as she came down from her peak.

Miyeon's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze as she gasped for air. "I don't know if it feels so good," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief.

Y/N leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing across his lips. "Trust me," he said, "it's only going to get better." He reached for her hand, gently pulling her upright. "Now, I want to see all of you."

Miyeon's heart was racing as she allowed him to guide her to the center of the bed. He positioned her on all fours, her knees sinking into the plush mattress. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but the excitement coursing through her veins was undeniable. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his intense gaze, and she knew that she was in good hands.

Y/N's hand traveled down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before coming to rest on her ass. He gave her a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over the tight rosette of her anus. She flinched slightly, unsure of what to expect, but his touch was reassuring. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

With a gentle push, he positioned the head of his erection at her entrance. Miyeon felt her breath catch in her throat as she waited for the inevitable. She had read about this moment, had fantasized about it countless times, but the reality was so much more intense than anything she could have imagined.

"Please, be gentle," she repeated, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to hang in the air between them.

Y/N nodded, his eyes filled with a gentle determination. He leaned over her, his hand resting on the small of her back as he began to push his erection into her. Miyeon's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate his size. He took his time, his movements deliberate and measured, giving her body a chance to adjust to the new sensation.

But it was more than she could handle. With a sudden jolt, she cried out, "Ahhhh it hurts!" Her voice pierced the quiet of the room, echoing off the walls like a siren's call. Y/N stilled, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

Miyeon nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she took a deep, shuddering breath. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just... I need a moment."

Y/N's concern was etched on his handsome face as he leaned over her, his hand caressing her back soothingly. "Take your time, Miyeon," he murmured. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Miyeon took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his manhood fully sheathed inside her. It was a strange, almost overwhelming sensation, but she knew that this was what she wanted. She nodded again, her eyes still closed tightly. "No, it's okay," she managed to say. "I'm okay."

Y/N watched her for a moment, his hand still resting on her back. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself so tightly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "If you're sure," he whispered, his voice a warm caress that sent shivers down her spine.

Miyeon nodded, her eyes still squeezed shut. She took a deep breath, her body tensing in anticipation. And then she felt it, the pressure building, his cock pushing deeper inside her. It was as if she had reached the end, but there was still more to come. She gasped, her nails digging into the bedsheets. The pain was sharp, a knife's edge that cut through the pleasure, but she didn't want him to stop.

"Fuck, your cock is so big," she managed to murmur, her voice strained and needy. "I thought it's already inside me all." Her words were a mix of Korean and English, a jumbled mess of pleasure and pain that only served to excite Y/N further. He felt a surge of pride at her admission, his cock swelling even more at the thought of being the first to claim her tight, virgin pussy.

"It's only a half, Miyeon," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Just hold it." And with that, he pushed in further, the head of his cock breaching the final barrier that stood between her innocence and the carnality she so desperately craved.

Miyeon's cry of "Ahhhh, my pussy was torn" filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the hotel suite. Her body tensed around him, the muscles of her pussy clamping down as she tried to adjust to his size. He paused, giving her time to get used to the feeling, his hand reaching around to rub her clit in soft, soothing circles.

As the pain began to recede, she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "It's okay, you can take it all."

Miyeon took a deep, shaky breath, her body adjusting to the feeling of fullness. "Move, Y/N," she urged, her voice a needy whimper. He began to rock his hips, moving in and out of her with a slow, torturous rhythm that had her gasping for more. She felt her walls stretching around him, accommodating his girth as she grew wetter, her arousal coating his shaft with a slickness that made every movement feel like a delicious agony.

"Fuck, 12 inches of white dick is inside me," she moaned, the words spilling from her lips in a mix of Korean and English. She had never felt so full, so complete. Her voice was a sweet symphony of pleasure, her moans echoing through the room as he began to increase his tempo. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, her orgasm building like a crescendo within her.

Y/N watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as he pumped into her. "You're doing so good, Miyeon," he praised, his voice a gruff growl that made her pussy clench around him. "So tight, so wet."

Miyeon felt a rush of pleasure at his words, her body responding to the praise. "I'm gonna cum, Y/N," she whimpered, the words a desperate plea for more. Her hips began to rock back into his, her movements growing more frantic as she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.

With a groan, Y/N pulled out of her, leaving her pussy feeling empty and begging for more. He sat back on his heels, his cock glistening with her juices. "Look at what you do to me, Miyeon," he murmured, his hand stroking his length. "You make me so hard."

Miyeon watched him, her eyes glazed with lust as she felt the wetness between her legs. She had heard of squirting before, but had never experienced it herself. The thought of it was both exciting and a little intimidating. "How do I do it?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

Y/N leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just keep breathing," he instructed, his voice a gentle command. He slid his hand between her legs, his thumb finding her clit once again. He began to rub in firm, slow circles, his other hand reaching down to squeeze her ass. "Relax, and let it happen."

Miyeon took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed. She felt the pressure building, the warmth spreading through her core. Her pussy clenched around his thumb, her body begging for release. And then it happened. A gush of liquid spurted from her, soaking the bed beneath her.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and arousal as he watched her body convulse with pleasure. He had never seen anything quite so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathed, his hand still working her clit. "You're so perfect."

Miyeon's legs trembled, her body still riding the waves of her climax. "Ahh," she moaned, collapsing onto the mattress with a boneless thud. Her skin was slick with sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her face. She had never felt so alive, so alive and yet so utterly spent.

Y/N, his eyes never leaving hers, took her by the hips, gently lifting her ass into the air. His erection, still hard and slick with their combined arousal, nudged at her entrance once more. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice a seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Miyeon took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never felt so exposed, so open to someone else's will. But with Y/N, she felt something she had never felt before - a deep sense of trust and desire that overwhelmed any lingering fear.

And then, without warning, Y/N thrust into her fully, his entire length filling her in one swift, powerful motion. Miyeon's eyes snapped open, and she let out a sharp cry that was muffled by the pillow beneath her head. Her body tensed around him, the suddenness of the act taking her by surprise, even though she had been anticipating it.

"AHHHHH, SO BIG I AM CUMMING AGAIN," she screamed, her voice reverberating through the quiet hotel room. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with her racing heart. It was as if the dam had broken, and her orgasm was a flood that threatened to consume them both.

Y/N's pace grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her, each impact leaving her trembling and begging for more.

"Ahh, it's bulging under my stomach," Miyeon panted, the sensation of his cock filling her to the brim making her feel so full she thought she might burst. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her core.

Y/N's hand slid down to her stomach, feeling the base of his cock as it stretched her. His thumb dipped lower, teasing her clit once more as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "You're so tight, Miyeon," he murmured, his own voice strained with effort. "I can feel your pussy gripping me."

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, a mix of pain and pleasure on her face. "Ahh, yes," she panted, her hips rocking back into his, urging him deeper. "It's so... intense."

Y/N leaned over her, his hand moving to cup her face as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Miyeon." His thumb traced her cheekbone, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to fuck her with a rhythm that was both punishing and loving.

Her body responded to his words, another orgasm building within her. "Y/N, I'm gonna cum again," she panted, her voice a desperate whine that sent a thrill through him. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with the racing beat of her heart.

Miyeon felt the pressure building, the warmth coiling in her core. Her body was reaching a new peak, one she hadn't thought possible after her first explosive release. But with Y/N's expert touch, she knew she was about to shatter again. "I... I can't hold it," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and fear.

Y/N's eyes darkened with excitement as he watched her, feeling her pussy clench around him. "Don't hold back," he urged, his hips driving into her with a relentless pace. "Let it out, Miyeon."

Her body obeyed, and she felt the warm rush of liquid building up, pooling inside her until she couldn't hold it in any longer. It felt like she was going to burst, the pressure was so intense. And then, with a whimper, she felt it. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she squirted again, but this time the sensation was different. His cock was so deep inside her that she could feel the warmth of her own arousal trapped, unable to escape. It was an exquisite sensation, one that made her want to scream with pleasure.

"Ahh, fuck," Y/N groaned, his hand tightening on her hip. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured in amazement, his voice thick with lust. He pushed into her harder, his cock sliding through the slickness she had created. "Your squirting is making it so much better."

Miyeon's cheeks flushed at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Her body had never responded to anyone like this, and she was eager to give him what he needed. She pushed back into him, her movements growing more erratic as she felt another orgasm building.

"I wanna cum, Miyeon," Y/N said, his voice strained as he fought for control. "Tell me where do I should put it."

The question sent a thrill through her, a mix of excitement and fear. She had never had a man ask her where he should cum before, and the idea was both taboo and incredibly hot. "Inside me," she gasped, her voice shaky with desire.

Y/N's eyes met hers, and she could see the fire in his gaze. He began to fuck her harder, his strokes deep and demanding. Each thrust sent her closer to the edge, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

Miyeon's pussy tightened around his cock, her orgasm cresting. She felt his cock swell even more, and she knew he was close. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Inside me, please."

With a roar, Y/N gave into his own release, his cock pulsing deep within her as he filled her with his cum. She felt the warmth spread through her, a sense of completeness that washed away any lingering doubts or fears.

"Ahh, Miyeon," he groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place as he emptied himself into her.

Miyeon could feel every inch of him, his seed filling her, making her womb throb with the sheer fullness. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Ah, so full," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N withdrew slowly, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop. He watched as a stream of cum and her own juices trickled down her thighs, painting the bed in a mess of passion. The sight was more erotic than any porn he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being the one to bring her to such an intense climax.

Miyeon's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably. The feeling of his hot cum leaking out of her was strange but oddly satisfying. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and a hint of awe. "Was that... normal?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Y/N chuckled, his own chest heaving from the exertion. "More than normal," he assured her, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're incredible." He reached for a towel, cleaning her up with a tenderness that belied his earlier ferocity. "Your pussy is a wonderland," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

As she lay there, panting and sated, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had faced her fears and given herself to Y/N completely. And in return, she had experienced pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N took her in his arms, pulling her close. "No, thank you, Miyeon," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "That was the most amazing experience of my life."

Their bodies remained intertwined as they drifted off to sleep, the aftermath of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. Throughout the night, Miyeon's body remained a testament to the intensity of their love-making. She felt her pussy spasming, releasing more of her sweet juices onto the sheets. The warmth of his embrace was the only thing keeping her anchored in reality as she floated on a cloud of pleasure.

As the hours passed, their breathing synchronized, and the room grew quiet except for the occasional sound of their bodies releasing the tension of the day. Miyeon's pussy continued to spurt out liquid, her body reacting to the presence of his cum still deep inside her. It was as if her body was trying to cling onto the feeling of being filled, even as she slept.

The dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight streamed through the hotel room's windows. They awoke to find themselves still entangled, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Y/N kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with affection as he took in her peaceful expression. He knew that he had been the one to give her this moment of pure bliss, and it filled him with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Miyeon stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. She blushed, remembering the events of the night before. "It's morning," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

Y/N chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "It sure is," he said, his voice filled with a gentle teasing. "And we've got a whole day ahead of us."

The mention of the day ahead brought a spark to Miyeon's eyes, and she leaned in to kiss him, her lips hungry for more. But as she did, she felt the warmth between her legs, a reminder of the night's activities. She pulled back slightly, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. "I'm still... leaking," she said, her voice a whisper.

Y/N looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with lust. "It's okay," he assured her. "It's just your body's way of saying it enjoyed itself." He leaned in, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip before delving into her mouth.

The kiss grew more intense, and Miyeon felt the familiar stirrings of arousal. Before she knew it, he had picked her up effortlessly, his arms cradling her as he carried her into the spacious bathroom. The large, sunken bathtub was filled with steaming water, the city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a sight that took her breath away, and she couldn't help but feel like a character in a romance novel.

He placed her gently into the tub, the warm water lapping at her skin as he followed suit. They sat facing each other, the water up to their chests, and began to kiss once more. The warmth of the water was soothing, a stark contrast to the fire that raged within her. She felt his hands on her thighs, sliding upward, and she parted her legs without a moment's hesitation.

Y/N took advantage of her openness, his hand moving to her pussy. He found her still slick with cum and her own arousal, and he began to stroke her gently. Miyeon's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching as she felt the beginnings of a new orgasm. The water sloshed around them as she leaned into his touch, her hands reaching for his shoulders to steady herself.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together as his hand worked her clit. She could feel the water lapping against her sensitive skin, adding to the sensation. He pushed two fingers inside her, his movements slow and deliberate, and she moaned into his mouth. The feeling of his cock growing hard against her leg was all the encouragement she needed to rock her hips against his hand.

Y/N broke the kiss, panting, and leaned back slightly. "I want you to ride me," he said, his voice a gruff command. Miyeon's eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. She straddled him, the water sloshing around them as she positioned herself over his erection.

With a deep breath, she pushed herself down onto him, feeling the tip of his cock breach her entrance. "Ahh," she gasped, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain. But she didn't stop. She kept going, her hips rising and falling as she took him inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/N's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she grew more comfortable. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt her pussy clench around him. "Keep going, Miyeon. Take all of me."

Miyeon nodded, her own eyes glazed with passion. She leaned back, her hands bracing herself against the edge of the tub. The water lapped at her breasts, adding to the sensation as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help but moan.

"Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure. She felt his cock swell even more, filling her completely. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her hips moving faster.

With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping. He watched, entranced, as Miyeon's hips lifted off the tub's edge, her pussy squirting uncontrollably. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen before - a fountain of pleasure that seemed to flow endlessly. She threw her head back, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.

"Ahh, ahh, Y/N," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "I can't stop squirting."

He watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as he reached for her waist. Before the flow of her orgasm could cease, he pulled her back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt. The suddenness of the movement made Miyeon's eyes go wide with surprise, and she let out a scream that pierced the quiet morning air.

"Ahh, my pussy was torn again," she gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure as she felt herself stretch around his thickness once more. But she didn't push him away. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both desperate and needy.

Y/N took her hips in his firm grip, holding her in place as he pumped into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, the water in the tub sloshing with each movement. Miyeon's orgasms came in waves, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. She couldn't believe how much she could take, how much she craved the feeling of being filled to the brim by him.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her hands over her mouth to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for his pleasure, and she reveled in it. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, each guttural groan from his throat making her pussy clench around him.

"Fuck, Miyeon," he grunted, his own orgasm approaching. "Your pussy feels so fucking good." He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Without a moment's hesitation, he guided her face closer, her eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Take it," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

Miyeon opened her mouth obediently, her heart racing. This was new to her, but she trusted him completely. She took his cock in her mouth, her throat tightening around the head as she deep-throated him. She could feel him swelling, his cum building at the tip as he fucked her mouth with the same fervor he had used on her pussy.

He watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and lust. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, taking his length deeper and deeper until she couldn't handle it anymore. And just when she thought she couldn't take it, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed it all, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her own screams of pleasure.

The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced - salty and bitter, but somehow addictive. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor of him, feeling a sense of power in the act of giving him such pleasure. "All of it," he growled, and she eagerly obeyed, her tongue darting out to catch any stray drops that escaped.

As she swallowed the last of his cum, she felt another orgasm building within her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge.

With a roar, Y/N grabbed her hips and slammed into her one final time, filling her mouth with his cum as he emptied himself into her. The feeling of his release only served to heighten her own, and she came again, her pussy clamping down on his cock in a spasm of pure bliss.

When it was over, they remained connected, their bodies entwined in the warm water. "Swallow," he murmured, and she obeyed, her throat working to take all of him in. She felt his cock twitch in response, and she knew that she had done well.

They lay there for a moment, panting and sated, their bodies entangled in the aftermath of passion. The water grew cold around them, but neither moved to get out. The bond they had formed was stronger than any physical sensation, and for the first time in her life, Miyeon felt truly alive.

Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and awe. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.

Y/N leaned down, brushing a kiss against her swollen lips. "The pleasure was all mine," he said, his voice a low rumble. He knew that this was just the beginning, that their connection would only grow stronger with each shared moment of passion.

The water grew cold, but they remained in the tub, their bodies intertwined. The sun had risen high in the sky, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms. It was a new day, filled with promise and excitement, and Miyeon couldn't wait to see what it held for them. With Y/N by her side, she knew she could conquer anything America had to throw at her.

After they had caught their breath, Y/N helped Miyeon out of the tub, his hands lingering on her wet skin. They dried off, and he handed her an oversized jacket. "This is all you're wearing today," he told her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She looked at him questioningly, and he smirked. "It's a surprise, but trust me, you're going to love it."

Miyeon slipped into the jacket, feeling the warmth of the material envelop her. It was so large that it practically swallowed her, reaching down to her mid-thigh and hiding everything beneath it. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might come next. Was this a new kind of fashion statement? Or was there something more sensual behind his choice of attire?

They left the hotel suite and stepped out into the bustling streets of the city. Miyeon was used to the flashing lights and crowds of Korea, but there was something different about this place, something that made her heart race in a way she couldn't quite explain. She looked up at the towering skyscrapers, feeling both tiny and powerful at the same time. Y/N took her hand, leading her through the throngs of people with a confidence that was as intoxicating as it was reassuring.

Miyeon's mind raced as they walked, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and curiosity. What was Y/N planning? Would they be recognized? What would people think of her dressed so... unusually? But as they strolled, she realized that no one was paying them any mind. They were just two people in love, enjoying a day out in the city. And for Miyeon, that was all that mattered.

The lingerie store was tucked away in a corner, a beacon of lace and silk among the concrete jungle. The moment they stepped inside, the scent of vanilla and sex hung in the air, making Miyeon's cheeks burn. She had never been in a place like this before, but the way Y/N's eyes lit up as he perused the racks made her feel like she was in the most natural place on earth.

"Y/n, my pussy still leaking," Miyeon whispered, feeling a little embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by the fact that she was sharing this intimate detail with him. He looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with mischief.

"I know, baby," he said, his voice low and soothing. "And that's exactly why we're here."

Y/N led her to a rack filled with the tiniest, most delicate pieces of lingerie she had ever seen. Thongs, panties, and g-strings in every color and design imaginable beckoned to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He picked out a black lace thong, holding it up against the light to inspect it. "This one," he said, a grin playing on his lips.

Miyeon took the thong from him, her hands trembling slightly as she stepped into the dressing room. The plush carpet beneath her bare feet felt like a cloud, and she couldn't help but feel like she was in a dream. She slipped off the oversized jacket, revealing her naked body to the mirror. Her skin was flushed with excitement, her nipples hard from the cool air conditioning and the anticipation of what was to come.

Y/N followed her into the dressing room, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He couldn't believe his luck, having this gorgeous, famous woman all to himself. Without a word, he reached out and flipped her around, her body now facing the mirror. She gasped in surprise, but her eyes remained locked with his in the reflection.

He positioned her just right, her feet spread apart and her ass pushed out. "Look at yourself, Miyeon," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Miyeon stared at her reflection, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. She had never seen herself this way before - vulnerable, exposed, and so utterly desirable. Y/N's hands roamed over her body, his fingertips tracing the lines of her hips and the curve of her ass. She watched as he slid the thong up her legs, the lace tickling her sensitive skin. The reflection in the mirror only served to amplify the sensation, making it feel as if she was being touched by a hundred different hands.

Once the thong was in place, he stepped back, his cock already hardening at the sight of her in the skimpy lingerie. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.

Miyeon obeyed, her breath catching in her throat as she saw his expression - a mix of hunger and admiration that made her feel like the most cherished thing in the world. She had never felt so exposed and yet so powerful. The lace of the thong barely covered her pussy, leaving little to the imagination.

"Now, bend over," he said, his voice a low growl. She complied, her hands on the dressing room chair, her ass high in the air. The thong stretched tight across her cheeks, the wetness from her pussy seeping through the fabric.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body responding instinctively. And then, without warning, he pushed the thong aside, exposing her to the cool air. He bent down, his mouth hot and wet against her skin. "You're mine," he murmured.

Y/N's hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through the slickness that coated her folds. He teased her clit before plunging two fingers inside her, making her gasp. The sudden intrusion was enough to make her legs wobble, but she managed to stay upright, her eyes never leaving the mirror. She watched as he began to stroke his cock, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

Miyeon felt a rush of heat as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. Y/N noticed her struggle and leaned in, his hand covering her mouth to muffle any sound she might make. The feeling of his warm skin against hers only served to make her more aware of the delicious pressure building within her.

He pumped his cock faster, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "You're going to cum for me, right here," he said, his voice a low command. And Miyeon nodded, her body already responding to his words. She felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, her juices coating his hand as he worked her closer to the edge.

The tension grew unbearable, and she felt the orgasm building like a storm within her. Y/N's hand moved from her mouth to her neck, his grip firm but not painful. "Come for me," he whispered, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she came, her eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of it.

The sound of his hand slapping against her skin filled the dressing room, the only noise other than their harsh, uneven breaths. He didn't stop, pushing her through the orgasm and into another, her body shaking with each stroke. She felt his cock throb against her ass, knew that he was close.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out, his cock pulsing in his hand. She watched in the mirror as ropes of cum shot out, painting her ass and the floor of the dressing room. "Swivel your hips," he ordered, his voice strained with his own climax.

Miyeon did as she was told, the movement making her pussy clench around the remnants of his fingers. He groaned, his hand moving to cup her sex, his cum mixing with hers. She felt a thrill of power, watching his hand move over her, marking her as his.

As the last tremor of her orgasm passed, he reached for his phone. "Smile, baby," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. He snapped a mirror selfie, his cock still glistening with their combined release, and her pussy swollen and red from their love-making. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but something about the moment felt right. The raw intimacy of it all made her heart race.

Miyeon looked into the camera, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she leaned into him. The mirror captured them perfectly - two bodies, one in the throes of passion, the other caught in the afterglow. The photo was explicit, but it was also beautiful in its honesty. It was a visual representation of their connection, a memory that would stay with her forever.

They left the dressing room, the sound of their laughter mingling with the soft jazz playing over the store's speakers. The clerk at the counter raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply ringing up their purchases with a knowing smile. Miyeon felt a thrill of excitement as she realized that they had just had sex in the middle of a lingerie store, and no one had even batted an eye. It was as if the universe had conspired to give them this moment of pure, unbridled passion.

Y/N took her hand again, leading her out onto the sidewalk. The city was alive with energy, and she felt it pulse through her veins, making her feel more alive than she ever had before. They turned a corner, and she saw it - a sex shop, the neon sign blinking in the daylight. "Hey, Miyeon," he said, turning to face her with a playful smirk. "Ever played with sex toys?"

Her eyes went wide, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "No, I haven't," she admitted shyly. The thought of entering such a place was both terrifying and thrilling.

Y/N's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Then it's about time we change that," he said, pulling her closer. He led her into the sex shop, the doorbell chiming as they entered. The air was thick with the scent of latex and musk, and Miyeon couldn't help but feel a little nervous. But she also felt something else - a sense of excitement that grew with every step she took further into the store.

They wandered through aisles of vibrators, dildos, and restraints. The walls were lined with DVDs, their covers displaying scenes that made Miyeon blush. But Y/N didn't seem to mind her inexperience; if anything, it only made him more eager to introduce her to new pleasures. "Choose something that catches your eye," he said, his hand brushing against hers.

Her gaze fell upon a display of anal plugs, and she felt a thrill of excitement. The idea of being filled there was both scary and intriguing. She pointed to a small, pink one, and Y/N nodded with approval. "Good choice," he said, taking it off the shelf.

He moved on to the next aisle, and her eyes landed on a pair of nipple clamps that were attached to a small, buzzing device. "But we need this too," he said, holding them up for her to see. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, but couldn't deny the curiosity that sparked within her. He demonstrated how the clamps could be adjusted for different levels of intensity, and the vibrations sent a jolt of anticipation straight to her core.

After paying for their purchases, they stepped out into the bright sunlight, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the warmth of the sex shop. Y/N led her to an empty park nearby, the only sounds the distant chatter of pigeons and the rustling of leaves in the trees. It was a hidden oasis in the middle of the bustling city, and Miyeon felt a strange sense of calm wash over her as they sat down on a bench.

He handed her the bag with the lingerie and the sex toys. "Open it," he said, his voice low and commanding. Miyeon's heart fluttered as she took the bag, her fingers fumbling with the paper. Inside, she found the small pink anal plug and the set of nipple clamps, the sight of them making her stomach clench with anticipation.

"Open your jacket, Miyeon," he ordered again, his eyes never leaving hers. She looked around the deserted park, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But the thrill of doing something so daring in public was too tempting to resist. She took a deep breath and did as she was told, letting the oversized garment fall open.

The cool air hit her bare skin, making her nipples harden even further. She watched as Y/N took the nipple clamps from the bag, his eyes dark with desire as he approached her. He took one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing gently over the sensitive peak. "Look at me," he murmured, his voice a soft command that she couldn't ignore.

Miyeon met his gaze, her heart racing as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers with the same gentle touch he had used on her skin. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his other hand found its way to her other breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, rolling it gently before the cold metal of the clamp closed around it with a sharp pinch.

Her gasp was muffled by his mouth, the pain quickly morphing into a throbbing pleasure that made her pussy clench with need. He waited for her nod before attaching the second clamp, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body that made her toes curl.

With the clamps in place, he leaned back, his eyes taking in the sight of her - her nipples standing proud, a stark contrast against the soft fabric of the jacket. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Miyeon felt a thrill of excitement as she reached into the bag once more, her hand trembling slightly as she pulled out the small, pink anal plug. She had never used anything like this before, but the memory of his fingers inside her last night made her eager to try.

Y/N noticed her nerves and took the plug from her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Trust me," he whispered. "You're going to love this."

Miyeon took a deep breath as she felt the tip of the plug nudge against her tight hole. The coldness of the material made her gasp, but she remained still, her eyes never leaving his as he slowly pushed it inside her. The sensation was strange, a mix of discomfort and a building pressure that sent sparks of pleasure through her body. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of being filled, a sensation that was both new and exhilarating.

Y/N's hand guided her through the process, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked the plug in deeper. He was gentle, his movements measured and precise, ensuring she was relaxed enough to take it without causing her too much pain. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. "You're doing so well."

When the plug was fully seated, he stepped back, his eyes raking over her with a mix of pride and lust. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "it's time for you to put on the lingerie."

Miyeon nodded, her heart racing as she opened the bag once more. She pulled out the black lace thong and matching bra, the delicate material feeling almost sinful against her skin. She slipped on the thong, the lace caressing her sensitive pussy, and then slid the bra on, her breasts spilling over the cups. The clamps on her nipples tugged with every movement, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.

"Good," Y/N murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, put the jacket back on."

Miyeon complied, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled the oversized jacket over her lingerie-clad body. The fabric rubbed against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. With the thong in place, the plug nestled in her ass, and the nipple clamps tightening with each breath she took, she felt like a bomb ready to explode with pleasure.

They walked out of the park, her heart pounding with each step she took. The wetness between her legs grew more pronounced, and she could feel the fabric of the thong sticking to her skin. Each time she took a step, the plug inside her moved, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her body. "Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with need, "I can't wait anymore."

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. Without saying a word, he led her down a side street, his grip on her hand tightening. They turned a corner into an alley, the shadows swallowing them up. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, the only indication that they weren't the only ones in the world. He pushed her against the brick, his body pressing into hers, his cock already hard and demanding.

"Here?" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and excitement.

"Here," he confirmed, his voice a low rumble. He reached for her jacket, pulling it open to expose her barely covered breasts to the cool air. He leaned in, his mouth capturing her nipple, his teeth grazing the metal clamp. The sensation was almost too much, a blend of pain and pleasure that made her pussy throb with need. She moaned, her back arching as he continued to tease her.

Miyeon could feel the eyes of the city on her, could almost hear the whispers of those who might be watching. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the man before her, the man who had claimed her so completely, so utterly, that she would do anything for him.

Y/N's hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness. He groaned against her skin, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through her body. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured. "Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice shaky with need. "Please, Y/n. I need you."

Without another word, he shoved her down to her knees, his cock standing tall before her. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked him deep. His hands were in her hair, guiding her, controlling her movements. She could feel his excitement, his desire for her, and it only served to fuel her own.

He pulled her to her feet, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed her back against the wall, the rough bricks scraping against her skin. With one swift movement, he pulled the thong to the side, his cock sliding into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her completely, the plug inside her ass adding to the sensation.

"Fuck it was so full," Miyeon whispered, her voice a mix of amazement and pleasure. Y/N's eyes blazed with lust as he began to thrust into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the alley. The plug inside her moved with each stroke, the pressure building until she thought she might split apart.

Her pussy was so wet that she could feel it running down her thighs, and she knew that she was going to squirt soon. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Ahh, I wanna squirt," she managed to say, her voice breathless.

Y/N groaned at her words, the sound of her need pushing him closer to the edge. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. "Do it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Squirt for me, Miyeon."

Her body responded instantly, her pussy clenching around the emptiness he'd left behind. The plug in her ass was a constant reminder of his claim, the pressure inside her building. And then, it washed over her - a wave of pleasure so intense that she couldn't contain it. Her pussy began to pulse, spurts of her juice squirting out, coating the alley's floor with a sweet, musky scent.

Y/N watched, his hand still on his cock, stroking it with renewed vigor. His eyes never left hers as he brought himself to the brink, her orgasm pushing him over the edge. "Cum with me, Miyeon," he said, his voice tight with need. "Together."

And with that, he thrust back inside her, his cock filling her completely. The sensation of being so full, so claimed, sent her spiraling into another orgasm. Her pussy clenched around him, her squirt mixing with his pre-cum as he drove deep, his movements punctuated by the sound of their bodies slapping together.

He picked her up, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. Miyeon wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet dangling in the air as he fucked her against the wall. The cold brick pressed into her back, adding to the sensation as he moved within her. She could feel the plug inside her shift with each stroke, the pressure building until she was sure she would shatter.

"Ahh, so full," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him swell inside her, his cock thickening even more. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed spurting into her womb, filling her completely.

Miyeon's body responded in kind, her pussy clamping down on him as she squirted around his cock. The feeling was overwhelming, the intensity of their shared climax making the world around them fade away. They remained like that, locked in their passion, for what felt like an eternity.

When it was over, Y/N's arms remained around her waist, supporting her trembling legs. They both panted, their breaths mingling in the cool air. He leaned in, kissing her gently. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Miyeon couldn't help but smile, her body still singing with the aftershocks of pleasure. "So are you," she said, her voice barely a whisper. They stayed there, their bodies joined, for a few more moments, basking in the afterglow of their love.

As they pulled apart, Y/N tucked his cock back into his pants, his gaze never leaving hers. He helped her stand, his eyes lingering on the wet spot between her thighs. "Let's go back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "We've got more exploring to do."

Miyeon nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She knew that there would be no going back to the innocent girl she was before she met him. But she didn't care. With each new experience, she felt herself growing, becoming more of the woman she was always meant to be. And she knew that with Y/N by her side, she could conquer the world.

They walked out of the alley, the city's noises rushing back in. But it was different now - the world had shifted on its axis, and nothing would ever be the same. They were no longer just two people; they were a force to be reckoned with, a symphony of desire and passion that could never be silenced.

The hotel lobby was a blur of marble and chrome, the chandeliers glinting in Miyeon's eyes as they made their way to the elevator. She was acutely aware of the plug in her ass, the throb of it reminding her of their earlier escapade with every step she took. Y/N held her hand, his grip firm and reassuring, as if he knew the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

The elevator ride was silent but for the faint sound of their breathing, the anticipation palpable. When they reached the room, he didn't even bother to close the door behind them before he pinned her against the wall, his mouth on hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of the nipple clamps and the plug, his touch sending shivers through her.

Miyeon's hands moved to his shirt, frantically working the buttons free. She needed to feel his bare skin against hers, to reaffirm that this was real. Her fingers danced down to the waistband of his pants, finding his cock, already hard again. She stroked him through the fabric, his groan urging her to go further. He pulled away from her, his eyes smoldering with desire as he reached for the zipper of her jacket.

In one swift motion, he stripped her of the oversized garment, the nipple clamps digging into her sensitive flesh as they swung freely. He took in the sight of her in the black lace lingerie, his gaze lingering on her erect nipples and the wetness staining the crotch of her thong. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

With trembling hands, Miyeon helped him remove the clamps, the sudden release making her gasp. The sting of pain was quickly replaced by a rush of blood, making her breasts feel even more sensitive. Y/N discarded the clamps on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers as he hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled it down, exposing her to him once more.

He reached behind her, his fingers sliding along the base of the plug. "Ready?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she braced herself. And with one swift motion, he pulled the plug from her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper.

"Ahh," Miyeon said, her body shivering with the loss of the intrusion.

"Suck my dick, Miyeon," he said, his voice a command that she couldn't resist. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, his cock mere inches from her face. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could almost taste the desire that coated the air.

Miyeon leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock. He was already hard, the evidence of his desire for her gleaming in the soft light of the hotel room. She licked all the way down the shaft, her tongue tracing the veins that stood out in stark relief against the velvet skin.

"Yeah, Miyeon, just like that," Y/N groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He guided her head, showing her the rhythm he liked, the depth he craved. She took him in her mouth, her throat working to accommodate his length as she swallowed him whole.

He watched her with a mix of awe and desire, her eyes watering slightly but never leaving his. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. "So eager to please me." His praise sent warmth through her, bolstering her confidence. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she took him back out.

The sound of her sucking grew louder in the quiet room, the only other noises their heavy breaths and the faint "gluk glukk gluk" of her saliva. She felt the pressure building in her jaw, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the way he was looking at her, the way his hips began to rock slightly, urging her to go faster.

Y/N grabbed her hair, his grip firm but gentle as he started to set a rhythm. Miyeon's eyes watered as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. She could feel the muscles in her throat contracting around him, her eyes fluttering shut with the intensity of the sensation.

His hips began to move in time with her bobbing head, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Miyeon felt a thrill run through her, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. His breath grew ragged, his grip on her hair tightening as he approached climax. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine.

"Miyeon, baby," he grunted, his voice strained. "You're going to make me cum." She nodded, eager to taste him, eager to show him just how much she wanted this. Her mouth moved faster, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing as he reached the peak.

And then, with a strangled groan, he came, his warm cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he filled her throat. His grip on her hair loosened slightly, his body going limp with the force of his orgasm.

Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, the taste of himself still lingering on her tongue. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

With a gentle tug, Y/N led her to the couch, his cock still hard and demanding. He laid her down, her legs spread wide, the damp fabric of her lingerie clinging to her skin. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "I want to feel you all around me."

He slid into her, his cock filling her pussy in one smooth stroke. She gasped at the sensation, her body tightening around him. He began to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm that made the couch creak in protest. "Your dick feels so good," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and amazement. "So...so good."

Y/N's eyes never left hers, his expression one of pure hunger as he fucked her. "Your pussy," he ground out, "is so tight, Miyeon. So wet." He leaned in, his teeth grazing her ear. "I can feel how much you want to cum."

Miyeon's hips bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared the edge. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need to cum."

Y/N's movements grew more urgent, his strokes deeper, harder. "Cum for me," he growled, his own need echoing in his voice. "Show me how much you like my cock."

Her body responded to his words, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

Y/N watched her, his own climax building. "Again," he demanded, his voice strained with effort. "Cum for me again." And with a few more powerful thrusts, she did, her pussy spasming around him as she screamed out his name.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of her pussy, the harshness of their breathing. And through it all, Y/N remained focused on her, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought her to peak after peak.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he slammed into her, his cock pulsing as he reached his climax. He filled her with his seed, the sensation sending her over the edge once more. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release.

For a moment, the world outside the hotel room ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their bodies joined, their hearts beating as one. And as they lay there, gasping for breath, Miyeon knew that she had found something special, something she had never even dared to dream of.

Y/N pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound that made them both shiver. He leaned in, kissing her softly as he wrapped her in his arms. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a promise and a declaration.

Miyeon nodded, her eyes shining with love and lust. "I'm yours," she said, her voice a soft echo of his.

With a smirk, Y/N picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the kitchen, the coldness of the marble countertop a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. He set her down gently, his cock still hard and demanding. "I want to feel your tight pussy on my dick," he said, his voice a low growl.

Miyeon leaned back, her hands braced on the counter as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one firm thrust, he was inside her, her wetness coating him as he filled her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into the counter as she felt him stretch her open. "Ahh, so good," she moaned, her hips rocking back to meet him.

Y/N leaned over her, his hand cupping her face as he kissed her deeply. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and amazement. "Your pussy is perfect."

Miyeon's eyes never left his as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a delicious rhythm that made her toes curl. "Your dick is so big," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "It feels so good inside me."

Their bodies moved together, a dance of passion that had been building since the moment they'd met. The kitchen was now their stage, the gleaming appliances the only audience to their love. Y/N's hips snapped against hers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. "I want you to cum," he said, his voice tight with his own need. "Cum all over my cock."

And Miyeon did, her body bowing as she shuddered with the force of her climax. She screamed his name, her pussy contracting around him as she squirted all over the counter. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and power that left her breathless.

Y/N watched her, his eyes dark with lust. "Again," he said, his voice a demand that she couldn't refuse. He began to pound into her, his strokes deep and unrelenting. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she neared the edge once more. "Y/n, it's so good," she panted. "I'm going to cum again."

And she did, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They remained like that, their bodies joined, for a few moments longer, the kitchen a testament to their passion.

When it was over, they both leaned against the counter, panting and smiling. "That was amazing," Miyeon whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

Y/N leaned in, kissing her softly. "It's just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with promise. "We've got all night."

With that, he picked her up again, carrying her to the balcony. The cool evening air kissed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. He set her down on the edge of the railing, her legs draped over the side. She could feel the cool metal against her back as he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her already-soaked pussy.

He pushed into her, filling her completely. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "So tight."

Miyeon gripped the railing, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, the sensation heightening every stroke he made inside her. "It feels so good," she whispered, her voice a moan of pleasure. "Your dick is so big."

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips pistoning into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her up until she was sure she couldn't take any more. "You're so wet," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is begging for it."

Miyeon nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "It's so eager," she said, her voice breathless. "It wants to cum."

"Cum for me, Miyeon," he urged, his strokes growing faster, harder. "Let me feel you squirt all over me."

And with that, she did. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came, her juices spurting out over the balcony. She could feel the wetness running down her thighs, the sensation making her even more sensitive.

Y/N watched her with a smirk, his own need building. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and command. "Keep going."

Miyeon's body responded, her hips moving in time with his. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his cock with every thrust. "Ahh, Y/n," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "It's so full."

"Your pussy is so tight," he said, his voice strained. "It's like a fist around my dick."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, her body shaking with the force of her climax. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. "More," she begged, her voice a whimper. "I need more."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, his strokes becoming more urgent. "You're going to get it," he promised. And with one final, powerful thrust, he reached his own climax, filling her pussy with his cum.

They stayed there for a moment, their bodies joined, the sound of their heavy breathing the only noise in the night. And as they looked into each other's eyes, Miyeon knew that she had found something that went beyond the confines of a simple vacation fling. This was something real, something that could last.

"Y/n, my pussy," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. "It's sore." But even as she said the words, she felt a thrill run through her. The pain was a reminder of the pleasure they had shared, a badge of honor that marked her as his.

Y/N's only response was to kiss her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as his cock remained buried deep within her. He didn't care that she was sore, that her pussy was tender from his relentless pounding. All that mattered was the desire that still burned between them, a need that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

He picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. The soft light from the lamp cast a warm glow over their entwined bodies as he laid her on the bed, the sheets a tangled mess from their previous encounters. He positioned her so that her legs dangled over the side, her pussy open and inviting.

Without a word, he slid into her again, her moan of pleasure muffled by the kiss. His strokes were slower now, more deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of her. And Miyeon, despite her protests, couldn't help but arch her back, her hips meeting his thrusts as she sought her next release.

They fucked like that for hours, Y/N's cock never leaving her pussy except to tease her clit or slide into her ass. She came over and over, her body a symphony of sensations that she had never before experienced. Each orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure that left her trembling and weak, her voice nothing but a series of incoherent cries.

In the window, her body was bared to the night, the cool breeze whispering over her skin as he took her from behind. In the bathtub, the warm water lapped at their bodies as he pounded into her, her cries echoing off the tiles. And in front of the corridor, the risk of being caught only added to the excitement, the possibility of discovery making her pussy clench around him even tighter.

The hotel room became their playground, each corner a testament to their passion. The bed creaked under their weight, the couch bore the marks of their desperation, and the floor was sticky with their mixed juices. And still, Y/N didn't stop. His stamina was like that of a creature from myth, a beast that feasted on her desire and grew stronger with each passing moment.

As dawn approached, Miyeon's voice was nothing but a series of breathless gasps. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, painted with sweat and the evidence of their love. But she didn't want it to end. With each new sunrise, she felt herself changing, growing more and more into the woman she was always meant to be.

And when the sun finally peeked through the curtains, they were still at it, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. The soreness was forgotten, lost in the haze of their shared ecstasy. And as the first light of day bathed the hotel room, they collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing and their bodies sated.

Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and lust. "More," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. And Y/N, his body still hard and ready, smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Always," he promised, his voice a low growl.

And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison. They had conquered the night, claimed every inch of the hotel room, and each other. And when they woke, the world would be theirs to explore once more, their love a beacon that could never be dimmed.

Days turned into nights and back again as they reveled in their newfound freedom. Y/N had become more than just a lover; he was her confidant, her guide, her everything. And with each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, their desire for one another insatiable. They fucked in every corner of the hotel suite, leaving a trail of passion in their wake.

The time came when Miyeon had to prepare for her flight back to Korea. The thought of leaving him was a knife to her heart, but she had an idea. "Y/n," she said, her voice soft and filled with hope. "Will you come back to Korea with me? Be my personal assistant. That way, we can be together all the time."

Y/N looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and lust. "I'll do anything for you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. And with that, he nodded, sealing their fate together.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. They fucked in the back of the limo on the way to the airport, the thrill of the unknown driving them closer together. And once they were back in Korea, nothing changed. Y/N was by her side, fulfilling his duties as her personal assistant and her lover with equal passion.

After each concert, when the screams of adoring fans had faded into the night, they'd sneak away to the quiet solitude of her dressing room. There, amidst the glitter and chaos, he'd peel away her stage costume, his kisses leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He'd fill her up, his cock claiming her once more, reminding her that she belonged to him, and he to her.

Their secret love affair grew with every day, every touch, every whispered promise of more to come. They'd steal moments in the green room, his hand slipping into her pants as they talked over the day's schedule, her body tightening around his fingers as she struggled to keep her composure. And in the quiet of the night, when the world outside was fast asleep, they'd explore each other's bodies with a hunger that never waned.

In the bustling city of Seoul, they found their own brand of nirvana. Y/N would take her to secluded places, his cock buried deep inside her, as they made love in the shadows. The thrill of discovery, the danger of being caught, it all added to the allure. They were unstoppable, a force that could never be contained.

And so it went, their lives a tapestry of love and lust, of passion and desire. Every day was a new adventure, every moment a chance to push the boundaries of their love. They were bound by something far stronger than duty or obligation, a connection that transcended the ordinary.

In the end, it was clear that this was no fleeting fling, no holiday romance. This was something real, something that would last. And as Miyeon looked into the eyes of the man who had claimed her body and soul, she knew that she had found her home.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For making me feel so alive."

Y/N kissed her softly, his hand tracing the line of her jaw. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his voice a promise. "Forever."

Their story didn't end with the final beat of the tour or the closing of the hotel room door. It was just the beginning of a love affair that would span continents and conquer hearts. And as they stepped into the bright lights of their future together, Miyeon and Y/N knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They had found in each other a love that was as fierce as it was tender, a bond that was unbreakable.

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˗ˏˋ જ⁀➴ The JJ Issue

when Spencer has to work late on a case with JJ, you find yourself spiralling with jealousy. And now, you're determined to make him remember exactly what he's been missing.

cw: 18+ Spencer reid x jealous!fem!reader. NSFW content. Mildly insecure reader, explicit language, alcohol use, mentions of masturbation, heavy making out, slightly toxic relationship and emotional manipulation if you really really look a/n: so this was a request, but I'm technologically inept and deleted it when trying to copy it to my word doc. ANYWAY, I feel like I veered slightly off topic, but I present my take on jealous!reader and some dumb bitch-ish Spencer™ for you mwah mwah please feel free to send in more requests i am happy to take whatever!!! wc: 3k

The clock flicks to 11:00 PM.

You watch the numbers change with quiet contempt, the harsh glow of the display slicing through the darkness. The sheets beside you remain cold and untouched. Empty. Too still and too silent.

Still no Spencer.

It’s the third night this week. The third night of cold pillows and even colder silence. The third night of laying in a bed made for two and wondering if your boyfriend was going to crawl in before the sun came up – or if he’d even bother returning home at all. 

He’d been busier at work in the past month, his absence only being amplified by the newest case.

You’d tried to follow along when he explained it. Something about Montclair, Virginia. Weird geographical patterns, overlapping jurisdictions, unusual victims. Apparently, it was the kind of bureaucratic mess that kept the BAU tangled in an endless supply of paperwork.

But all you’d really heard – what had stuck and started looping in your head – was JJ.

JJ.

JJ and Spencer. Working late nights in close quarters.

Beautiful, capable JJ. With her glossy hair and understanding eyes. Who could read a room in seconds and had helped Spencer through numerous cases. JJ, who had history with him. Real, lived-in history. She probably understood the way his brain worked in ways you hadn’t even discovered yet.

JJ. Who had the privilege of seeing him more often than you did lately, while you were stuck eating leftovers and watching the clock tick toward midnight.

You tried not to be the jealous girlfriend.

Tried so hard.

But it’s easier said than done when you’re alone in a dark apartment, with your texts left on read since 12:23 PM.

You can picture it too clearly – Spencer and JJ tucked away in some dim conference room, heads bowed over maps and files, shoulders brushing. JJ laughing softly. Spencer glancing up from his notes with that boyish smile that he reserves for only his favorite people. A room of shared trauma and comfort, of inside jokes and a history you can’t compete with.

You hate how vivid the image is. 

You hate how much it turns your stomach even more.

Your fingers curl around your phone, thumb hovering for a beat before you start to type:

Any idea when you’ll be home? x

You stare. Waiting.

The dot-dot-dot appears almost instantly. He’s always fast, when he can be.

No, this case is a mess. JJ and I are still trying to determine the geographical patterning. I’ll be home when I can.

That’s it.

That’s it?

No “I miss you.” No “Sorry for the late night.” No acknowledgement that its eleven-fucking-o’clock and you’re still alone, curled up in his shirt, half-hoping for the sound of him returning to break you out of this fog. Just plain, clipped Spencer-speak. Cold. Factual. Like he’s updating Hotch, not the person who shares his bed.

“JJ and I.”

Of course.

Your jaw tenses and you type again:

Should I leave the door unlocked, or is your work wife walking you home tonight?

No response. Probably back to his files. Or worse – laughing with her about something brilliant he said. You picture her touching his arm. Picture him not pulling away.

Two minutes pass, and you try again:

Let me know if she likes it when you quote Voltaire.

Maybe she even moans when you pull out statistics too.

Still nothing.

You throw your phone to the end of the bed with a dull thud, resisting the urge to follow it with your wine glass. You’re not drunk – not quite – but your veins are warm and the wine bottle is getting low. Almost as low as your patience.

You sigh, dragging a hand down your face.

It’s not that your insecure.

But it’s been a long week. And you’re tired. And lonely. And a little more than marginally horny.

And all that serves to make a deadly combination.

You glance at the wine bottle on your nightstand, dragged in here from when the living room started to feel too big. Half-empty now, or maybe half-full, but you don't feel like looking on the bright side today. Your fingers wrap around the stem of the glass like a lifeline, and you take a slow sip.

The taste of sour grapefruit and poor decisions.

It doesn’t take long for you to start wondering things you shouldn’t be wondering.

Like if JJ’s ever seen Spencer shirtless, skin flushed from an adrenaline-fueled takedown. Like if she notices the way his lashes flutter when he gets focused, and the subtle tick in his jaw when he’s trying to hold back a dirty comment. Like if she’s ever heard the quiet, shaky sound he makes when you touch him just right – a sound you haven’t heard in what feels like forever.

You huff, irritated with yourself.

This is not the kind of spiral you want to be in.

But how are you supposed to feel okay when the man you love has spent more nights with someone else this week than with you?

Someone brilliant and bright and right beside him.

Your mind drifts – dangerously, again – to what he might be doing if he was here. What you wish he was doing. Your hand plays absently with the hem of his shirt, sliding a little higher up your thigh, feeling the fabric brush over bare skin. Skin and air and silence.

You wonder if he’d even notice you were awake if he walked in right now.

Or if he’d still be thinking about JJ and her smiles.

Your stomach twists again.

You set the wine glass down, staring into the dark, heat curling beneath your skin like a storm on the verge of breaking.

You’re not proud of the jealousy. Or the spite. But tonight?

You’re not sure you care.

It’s 1:00 AM when you hear the door open.

You’ve migrated back to the couch now. Curled up like a forgotten thing in the quiet throb of the living room. A blanket is pulled tight around your shoulders, forging a cocoon of spite and cheap Sauvignon Blanc. The bottle on the coffee table is empty. There’s half a glass still in your hand, warmed by your palm. Your fingers are molded around the stem like its something keeping you grounded.

The door shuts gently.

Spencer enters the apartment the way he always does when he knows it’s late. Softly. Cautiously. The guilt doesn’t show on is face right away, but seeps in to the little things. The way he trades his leather shoes for worn slippers like they might squeak loud enough to wake you up. The careful way he sets his keys down, not with the usual absentminded clatter, but softly, like he might disturb you.

You hear the rustle of his cardigan being shrugged off and flung over the back of a chair. He moves through the apartment with the measured care of someone navigating a crime scene. Almost like a ghost; present, but not where you need him to be.

The bedroom door creaks. A pause. Then a soft, confused hum, like he’s surprised the bed is cold and vacant. 

You don’t move.

His footsteps return, still soft and hesitant, and then the living room light clicks on. It’s not bright, just enough to paint his face in a warm gold shadow. When he sees you, wrapped up and still, his features settle somewhere between relief and worry.

‘There you are,’ he says gently. ‘I didn’t think you’d still be up.’

His voice is warm. Too warm. Like he’s dealing with a wounded animal, already prepared for a potential fallout.

You don’t answer right away. Just lift the glass and sip what’s left of the wine. It brought warmth before, but now just feels thin and useless as it settles in your stomach. A comfort that has already faded.

Spencer looks like he always does after a long day – exhausted. Shirt untucked and wrinkled at the collar. His hair is tousled like he’s raked his hands through it a dozen times. His lips are parted, already searching for the right apology.

‘I couldn’t sleep,’ you say. The words land flat and cold. Sharper than you intended, but not enough to make you regret it.

His brow furrows as he takes a tentative step forward. ‘Oh no. Are you okay?’

‘Oh, just peachy.’ You flash him a malicious smile and tilt your head. ‘How’s JJ?’

‘JJ?’ he repeats. ‘She’s… fine?’

‘I bet.’

You see it in him. The subtle shift. His brain starts ticking, trying to process the change in tone, piece together context clues. His hands twitch slightly at his sides. You’ve seen it before, when he’s dealt with a particularly messy profile. It’s how he acts when trying to decode erratic behavior.

But this time, you’re the chaos.

‘What’s going on?’ he asks, slower this time. Careful.

You finally meet his eyes, steady and level. ‘You’ve spent more time with her this week than you have with me.’

He exhales and crosses his arms. Not intentionally defensive, but it comes across that way. Just the subtle shift of someone bracin against a growing storm.

‘Me and JJ? We’re working the same case,’ he offers. Not patronising, just explaining. ‘That’s how assignments work.’

A rational answer. Reasonable. Sensible. And completely useless to the part of you that’s been sitting in silence every night, nursing bitterness like it’s a glass of wine.

‘That’s not what I said,’ you reply.

You toss off the blanket and stand, wanting to be level with him.

His gaze drops, almost instinctively, to your bare thighs peeking out from beneath his shirt. Snaps it back to your face instantly. Like he caught himself doing something inappropriate, even if it wasn’t.

‘She get’s your attention,’ you say softly. ‘Your thoughts. Your little facts. Your laughter. Your time.’

His mouth opens, but no words come out.

You keep going. Getting closer enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. 

‘And I get cold sheets and texts left on delivered.’

‘I didn’t mean to ignore you–’

‘She gets to share your space. Share your mind. Is that what gets you off now? Criminal profiling and shared trauma? Is that your kink, Doctor?’

His cheeks go red immediately.

‘She’s married,’ he points out, like that’ll resolve the tension.

‘Married women flirt too, Spencer.’

He’s still red, sputtering slightly now. ‘I don’t—I don’t think of JJ like that. I never have.’

‘Do you think of me like that?’ you challenge. ‘Or have I been bumped down your priority list below paperwork and tactical briefings? Do I need to start talking about blood spatter patterns during foreplay? Or maybe I need to join the FBI just so you’ll remember me.’

He swallows visibly, jaw tightening. ‘That’s not fair.’

‘No,’ you snap. ‘What’s not fair is me touching myself alone in our bed to the sound of your voice in some old Quantico press briefing because it’s the only version of you I could get this week.’

His eyes widen slightly. His breath catches. 

‘I think about you constantly,’ he says, almost desperate. 

You scoff. ‘Sure. Right after filing case summaries.’

‘No,’ he says, firmer now. ‘I do think about you. I just—I hyperfocus. And when I hyperfocus, my brain sort of queues everything else. It’s not about priority or importance. It’s about sequence. You’re just… waiting in line.’

‘Great,’ you say flatly. ‘I’m a fucking deli number.’

He winces. ‘That came out wrong.’

You look at him, taking a breath. Run a hand through your hair.

‘Do you think I’m crazy?’

‘No,’ he says quickly. ‘I think you’re angry and hurt. And I think you’re trying to make me angry and hurt too. Like earlier, your messages were mean. That’s why I ignored them... Now, you’re just sort of scaring me.’

That stops you. Not because you’re insulted, but because he looks genuinely lost. Innocent.

‘I’m not trying to scare you,’ you say quietly. You deflate slightly, some of the heat leaving your voice. ‘I’m just… trying to remind you that I’m still here. Wanting you. Waiting for you.’

There’s a silence.

Then–

‘I didn’t realise it was this bad. I thought you just wanted some space.'

You nod. Not spitefully, just confirming the truth.

‘Do you even remember what it was like?’ you ask. ‘When you used to come home and fuck me like you were starving. Like you couldn’t stand being apart from me. Like the space between us physically hurt you.’

He doesn’t answer. But you see the recognition in the way his jaw ticks, the way his hands clench at his sides. 

‘I miss that,’ you say. ‘I miss you.’

That look returns to his face, unsure if this is a test. If you’re being serious. If you’re going to snap at him for misreading your cues.

So you lean in – slow – until your lips are just inches from his. ‘You say you think about me constantly… prove it.’

He hesitates. Blinks. ‘You mean like—right now?’

‘Preferably in a way that makes me forget I’m mad.’

He pauses. ‘...Sexually?’

‘That would be ideal.’

He clears his throat. ‘I just want to make sure. Because sometimes when you’re upset, you use sarcasm to—’

You lift your hand, cutting him off. ‘No sarcasm now, Doctor.’

He shifts his weight, brows still drawn a little.

‘Right, okay.’ Another pause. ‘So, just to clarify – you’re asking me to have sex with you. Now. Because you want to stop being angry. Or is the sex part of the anger expression?’

You stare at him.

He continues. 

‘Because if you’re just using me to release emotional frustrations, that’s fine, I want to have sex with you, but I’d just like to know in advance so I can—’

You step in and kiss him. 

Not sweetly or softly. 

It’s the kind of kiss used to shut him up. Open mouthed and hard, tongue sweeping across his lower lip before he’s even realised your lips are touching his. For a moment, he’s caught between instinct and hesitation. Trying to figure out if this is you just getting back at him.

Then you feel him give in. His hands grip your waist, grounding himself, allowing his mouth to move with yours in a way that’s messy and uncoordinated – like he’s catching up with weeks of missed makeout sessions.

When you finally pull back, his pupils are blown wide, his lips flushed and slightly parted.

‘I’m not asking you to give me a therapeutic exercise,’ you state. ‘I’m asking you to stop thinking and touch me.’

He nods, too quickly. ‘Right. Touching… now?’

‘No. In another three days,’ you say sarcastically, grabbing his hand and sliding it beneath the hem of your shirt – his shirt – until his fingers are splayed across your ribs. 

His palm is warm. Touch a little tentative.

‘Do you even remember what touching me feels like?’ you ask, breath brushing against his cheek.

Spencer exhales sharply, the memory hitting him and punching the breath from his lungs.

‘I think about it all the time,’ he whispers.

‘Then why are you still just standing there like this is a goddamn team-building exercise?’

He snaps into focus. ‘I’m sorry. You’re just—when you’re mad, and basically half-naked, it’s hard to follow all the emotional subtext and my working memory has lost it’s buffer—’

You roll your eyes, pushing him backward until his knees hit the couch. He drops onto the cushions with a surprised noise. Part yelp, part breathless laugh.

His hands instinctively settle on your thighs as you straddle him. He stares up at you like he can’t believe this is happening. Like he doesn’t deserve for it to be happening.

You place your palm on his shoulder, playing with the soft cotton of his shirt.

‘Spencer.’

‘Yes?’

‘Please stop thinking.’

‘I’m trying.’

‘Try harder.’

You lean down and kiss him again. Slower, this time. Deeper. He responds instantly now, hands sliding to your waist, then up your back, holding you close to him. His mouth moves with less hesitation, more purpose.

‘I missed you,’ he murmurs between kisses. ‘Missed you so much. I’m sorry—I didn’t know what to say without it sounding like I was making excuses before.’

You shift your hips against him, just enough to feel him getting harder beneath you. 

‘I don’t want an apology,’ you say.

‘You don’t?’

‘No.’ You grind down again, a little harder. ‘I want you to make it up to me.’

He moans softly, head tipping back against the couch cushions. He nods in understanding, taking a moment to catch his breath before pressing his lips to your jaw, trailing them down to your throat, feeling your pulse fluttering beneath his tongue.

‘You’re so…’ he pauses for another kiss to your skin. ‘I mean, you always look good, but—God, you’re so, so pretty. I missed you.’

His fingers dig into your hips, and then his mouth is back on yours, rougher now. He’s kissing to make up for all the nights you went to bed alone, all the hours he spent at work while you touched yourself to a crackly echo of his voice. 

His hands slide up beneath your shirt again. Tracing your skin. He gets to your breasts, and gasps softly, like he’s surprised.

‘You’re not wearing anything under this.’

You roll your eyes at his astute observation.

‘You want to keep narrating?’ you ask, a little breathless. ‘Or do you want to do something about it?’

‘Doing something. Yes.’

He lifts the shirt off your body. Slow and tentative, like you’re something delicate. It’s a sight he’s seen numerous times before, bit his eyes still go wide as he takes you in. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Just stares.

‘Jesus, Spence,’ you say, nudging his shoulder, getting impatient.

‘Sorry. You’re just gorgeous. And naked. And still angry. And you—’ he pauses, runs his hand up your ribs again. ‘—feel like something I shouldn’t be able to touch.’

‘Well I’m letting you touch me.’

You grab his wrist, guiding your hand to press between your legs. He sucks in a breath, still looking up at your face.

‘This is how mad I was,’ you whisper.

His brain seems to short-circuit again. ‘I have… no response to that.’

You push your hips down against his hands. 

‘Then shut up, and make me come.’

a/n: i ummed and ahhed about putting an aftermath scene but decided not to because I lowkey like 'em toxic >:) We also do NOT hate JJ in this house, she was just convienient. I also (can you tell I like to yap?) don't know what era of Spencer Reid I pictured for this. Somewhere in the earlier seasons, maybe? But idk. You choose. I have a taglist now! Please comment if you want to be added, or go to this post here. I've decided not to put tags on my 18+ fics, just as I don't want any minor interactions with them Also, to the person who requested this: if it did not align with your request I'm so sorry and I can do if you really really want xxxx

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roommate!jjk men (can be any chars u want) with shyish!reader who’s not opposed to the idea of being a free use slut whenever they feel like it 🦇

all yours

choso & mahito // geto & gojo // sukuna & toji 

summary: your roommates slowly figure out you're not as shy as you seem

warnings: 18+ f!reader, swearing, pet names(baby, good girl, sweet girl, etc), teasing, free use, somno, masturbation(m), spanking, fingering, oral(m+f), face fucking, p in v, raw, creampies, roughish, shower sex, praise

a/n: didn’t know if you wanted a two for one again but i did <3 and babes i swear ur in my mind bc ive been wanting to write abt free use for a min !! 

w/c: 6.2k was prepared to go on forever tho

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choso & mahito - 2.2k

The first time a line was crossed was when you walked into Mahitos room without knocking and found him sprawled out on his bed fisting his cock. Your eyes widened and you stood there frozen, unable to tear your gaze away. He didn’t stop or even try to cover up, actually a grin just formed on his face as he stroked himself a little harsher. His hips jerked up into his hand as he watched you squirm in his doorway with flushed cheeks. 

Slowly your eyes started to travel up his torso and when they locked with his you whimpered. His eyes were dark and a little crazed and you watched his brow furrow as he searched for his pleasure. His cheeks were faintly flushed and he let out a low groan that had your attention drawn to his mouth. Lips slightly pouted and wet from running his tongue along them seemed like a forbidden invitation. He cursed lowly and you watched as he spilled cum over his hand still sloppily fucking his hand. 

“Need something?” Mahito tilts his head with a lazy smile. 

“‘m sorry.” you shake your head quickly and run to your room. 

You didn’t avoid Mahito after that but you also couldn’t look him in the eyes. You would only look at him if you knew he was occupied with something else and with one glimpse you were left squeezing your thighs and trying to push away the image of him fisting his weeping cock. But when he would catch you he would be hovering over you instantly. Dipping down, letting his breath fan against your neck. 

“Looks like you need something.” he chuckles when you shake your head. “No?” you shake your head again. “Go get Choso for me.” he watches you nod and disappear down the hall. 

This wasn’t necessarily a line being crossed but it had the same effect on you nonetheless. You knocked softly on Choso’s door waiting for his response. He opened it and the sight you were greeted with had your heart pounding. His hair was still slightly dripping and a towel sat low on his hips. You opened and closed your mouth, not able to stop yourself from looking over every inch of him. When you finally looked up at his face he tilted his head slightly. 

“D’you need something?” his voice washes over you. 

“I..” you watch a drop of water drip from his hair down to his chest and you shake your head. 

Choso watches as you walk to your room and quickly click the door shut. He shrugs before shutting his own door and continues to put his clothes on. When he opens his door again he’s greeted by Mahito about to knock on his door. 

“Well how long are you gonna take? I asked for you like 30 minutes ago.” Mahito glares at Choso. 

“No you didn’t?” Choso squints his eyes. 

“I sent her here to get you.” Mahito looks around Choso’s room to see if you’ve made other plans. 

“Oh,” Choso hums. “Nah, she knocked on my door and got all blushy before going to her room.” he shrugs, looking down the hall at your room. 

When you heard knocks on your door you didn’t know what to expect. Maybe if you pretended to be asleep they would just go away but then came another set of knocks. You sigh and drag yourself out of bed and crack the door open. You hide a little more behind the door when you see it’s the both of them. They’re both fully clothed but your mind couldn’t care less. Heat blooms throughout your body as you look at them both standing in your doorway. 

“Can we come in?” Mahito grins as the flush on your cheeks deepen. 

“Mm,” you look back at your room not knowing how to get out of this. You feel like you’re going to combust if you look at them again. 

“Or we can go to the living room?” Choso offers and your hand tightens on the door. 

You step out of your room and they step aside for you to walk out. When you sit down on the couch they take a seat on either side of you and look down at your hands in your lap. The weight of their stares is slowly seeping into your skin and you chew your lips waiting for one of them to say something. 

“Wanna tell us why you’ve been a lil more shy than normal?” Choso’s soft voice coaxes you to turn to him. 

“I dunno.” you whisper, blinking up at him. 

“I think it started about a week ago..” Mahito teases next to you. “Ya know.. When you watched me cum.” you feel your face light on fire at his words. 

“I..” you turn to him with wide eyes. 

“Don’t act all innocent, baby.” he drawls, letting his fingertips skim up your thigh. “We both were there.” he grins. “When you ran off to your room did you think about it when you played with your pussy?” he watches you squeeze your legs together at his words. 

“That what you were doing when we knocked on your door?” Choso’s tone makes you turn your attention to him. “Did seeing me fresh outta shower get you all worked up?” you whine at his words. 

“Y’know we can help you,” Mahito softly squeezes your thigh before continuing to the edge of your skirt. 

“We can always make sure you’re taken care of.” you feel yourself melting into the couch at Choso’s words. 

“Just give yourself over to us.” you gasp when Mahitos fingers graze your soaked panties. “Fuck, baby,” he groans pressing against the fabric feeling how truly wet you are. “Can Cho feel how wet he got you?” he peels your panties to the side and drags a single finger up your slit. 

“Yeah,” you nod your head quickly. 

After that if there were any more lines between the three of you they were all crossed that night. You were theirs completely in every aspect and couldn’t be more content. They thought you would still be shy but most times you were throwing yourself at them, begging them for anything. Any suggestion or idea they had you agreed to eagerly and without any complaint. 

Mahito mentioned his idea to you a couple days ago and watched as your eyes sparkled as you nodded. So now he’s standing at the edge of your bed watching you sleep, thanking himself and Choso for suggesting you just sleep naked from now on. The blankets are pushed down and tangled between your legs leaving your chest exposed to him. Your nipples are perked from the soft breeze of the fan and they’re taunting him to come over and give them attention. 

He slowly undoes the blanket and pushes your thighs open for himself. Your thigh twitches when he places a soft kiss on it and then another and another before starting on your other. Hooking his arms under you, he brings your center closer to his mouth and licks a line through your slit. Your hips jerk against his face when he repeats the action and he hears your soft whine. 

His small kitten licks against your bud have your pussy leaking already. He licks down to your core and pushes his tongue inside groaning at your taste as he starts to make his way back up to your bud to suck it into his mouth. He glances up when a moan escapes you but your eyes are still shut and your fingers are softly digging into one of your plushies. Your chest heaves as he zeros his tongue in on your bud and he smirks when your breathing quickens. 

“Hito,” you murmur, hips starting to buck against his face. 

Your thighs start to squeeze his head but he couldn’t be bothered as he’s embraced by your warmth and wetness. Every whine and gasp that you allow him to hear only makes him press closer to your pussy. He wants to know what cute little sound you’ll make when you cum all over his face in your sleep. He slowly creeps one of his arms up your body and takes one of your nipples between two fingers. He rolls the hard bud before pinching it between his digits. That one pinch is all it took to have you grinding against his face letting your juices run down his face. 

“Mmmph, yes,” you whimper as he continues to softly lick at you. 

He rubs your thighs on either side of his head as he starts to kiss up your body. “Gonna flip you over.” he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your neck. You’re pliant in his hands as he flips you onto your tummy and chuckles when you cuddle closer to you plushie. “Hold onto him real tight for me baby.” he lifts your hips and smooths his hand up your back. 

Your pussy opens right up for him as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He keeps his pace slow as he slowly rocks into you keeping himself on the edge of pleasure. The way you cling to your plushie with every stroke and let out small gasps has him digging his fingers into your waist. He continues to slowly fuck you into your bed until he can’t take it anymore and fills your fluttering pussy and collapsing next to you. He pulls the blankets over you both and finds sleep himself. 

Choso’s desires were a little more restrained. Of course he still took you when he wanted but you could tell he really liked when you would truly just hand yourself over to him at any given time. His favorite thing to do was to get in the shower right before you got home so he could catch you in the hallway. The bathroom door would open and steam would pour out and you would turn and look at him and forget how to breathe, forget your morals, forget anything that wasn’t Choso standing before you with a towel low on his hips. 

“Just getting back?” he would smirk at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, walking to stand in front of him. “Use me.” his cock twitches watching you sink to your knees in the middle of the hallway. “Please,” you blink up at him.

“Yeah?” he cups your jaw. “Guess you could suck me off since you’re down there.” he rubs his thumb along your lower lip. 

“Please,” you suck his thumb into your mouth. 

He slips his thumb out of your mouth and undoes the knot in his towel before letting it drop to the ground. His cock springs up in front of your face and you scoot closer wrapping your fingers along his shaft. Bringing the tip to your mouth you trail your tongue around the head, lapping against his slit as he starts to leak pre. You suck his tip into your mouth and pop it out, repeating this a couple of times until his fingers tangle in your hair. 

You lean back to press your lips down his length and glance up at his flushed cheeks. He jolts when you suck his balls into your mouth while starting to slowly stroke him. You lick back up to his tip and sink your mouth down around him pulling a low groan from him. He starts to guide you and you softly close your eyes and let him start to control your movements. Fingers tightening in your hair, he starts to bob you up and down, losing himself to your hot mouth. He twitches when he hits the back of your throat and you sputter. 

“Fuck baby,” he jerks his hips into your mouth. “Perfect lil mouth feels so good around my cock.” he pants holding your head still as he starts to fuck your mouth. “Yeah just like that,” your hands hold onto his thighs as you look up at him with fluttering eyes. “My good girl, my messy girl,” his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. 

Your thighs are sticky and clenched together at his words as you feel spit trailing out of your mouth. Each small choked sound that comes from you sends his pleasure racing towards him and his stomach coils when he spots the first tear to trail down your cheek. You hum when his head is tossed back and he starts to fill your throat with ropes of his cum. He holds your head down and you dig your nails into his skin, sending his pleasure even higher. He pulls you off of him and watches a string of spit and cum connect you before snapping and sticking against your chin and neck. 

“You’re fucking perfect.” he cups your cheek and helps you stand. He presses his lips to yours, never caring about the mess. “Got some stuff to do.” he mumbles into your mouth. “But later ‘m gonna reward you.” he nods, stepping back and walking to his room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you til he’s done.” Mahito grabs your hand and takes you to his room.

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geto & gojo - 1.7k

It was a slip of words that had you on the end of Gojos relentless teasing. You glare at him from the couch trying to mask your embarrassment with anger but he can see right through you. He even goes so far as to pinch your cheeks and cooing about how flushed they are. You bat his hand away and he flops down on the couch and drapes himself on your shoulder. His cologne floods your nose and his hair brushing against your neck sends more heat throughout your body. 

“So you think I’m hot?” he squishes your cheek. 

“No,” you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. 

“I think you dooo.” he drags the word out with a grin. 

“I think you’re stupid.” you huff and go to your room shutting the door with a defining click. 

Gojo had made it his goal to keep you flushed and squirming for.. for the rest of time. He’ll never let you live this down and you’re sure your cheeks will start bubbling with how hot they stay. He makes it a point to walk closer to you and let his hands linger on you. Whispering in your ear, your personal space is now his, along with teasing you until you’re whining and covering your face. 

“C’mon baby,” Gojo coaxes trying to pull your hands away. “Lemme see your cute little face.” he successfully moves your hands and you look up at him with a soft pout. “There she is.” he cups your cheeks. “Y’know I was wondering..” he rubs his thumbs on your heated skin. “If you think I’m hot what do you think about Suguru?” he chuckles when your eyes widen. 

“You’re gonna tell him.” you shake your head in his hands. 

“Only if it’s something worth telling.” he grins. “You can tell me.” his voice lowers as he nods. “You can even whisper it.” he turns his head so your confession can go right in his ear. 

“I dunno,” your words barely a breath. 

“I think you do.” you don’t even have to see his smirk to know it’s there. “You think he’s hot?” 

“Mm,” you whine knowing you’re about to let your words spill out again. “I think he’s like.. really pretty.” he snaps his head towards you with a grin. “Toru please,” 

“I’m so telling him.” he falls back onto the couch in a fit of laughter. “Nooo come back.” he reaches after you as you practically run to your room. 

For the next couple of days everything seems perfectly normal. Geto doesn’t look at you any different and Gojo continues with his teasing. When they invite you to the pool you agree, excited to finally enjoy the sun. Excitement soon turns to something different when they remove their shirts before getting in the water. Gojo gives you a knowing smirk as he watches you take off your cover up. You avoid his eyes and step into the pool hoping the cool lick of the water will calm you but the way you can feel their eyes on you only makes you more flustered. 

“Soo did you know she thinks I’m hot?” Gojo offers Geto a lazy smile. 

“Satoru,” you hiss. 

“You talk about it everyday.” Geto shakes his head with a smile and you beg the pool to swallow you whole. 

“Did you also know that I asked her if she thought you were hot?” Gojo raises his eyebrows. 

“Ohmygod,” you cover your face. 

“Tell Suguru what you said.” Gojo chuckles as you pull your hands down and peek across at Geto.

“Satoru must you always tease her?” Geto can’t hide his smirk, already knowing what you’ve said. 

“Just tell him.” he nods with his smile you can’t say no to.

“I think you’re pretty.” you blush furiously as Geto turns his full attention to you.

“Exact words.” Gojo tuts. 

“I think you’re really pretty.” your words get softer as Geto steps closer to you. 

“Yeah?” he cradles your cheeks and you nod. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out. 

“Well I think you’re absolutely adorable.” Geto coos. 

“The cutest little roommate we could ask for.” Gojos hands slip around your waist and you squeak as he presses you against Geto. “You got me wondering about something else baby.” he softly squeezes your side. 

“Hm?” you lean back against Gojos chest when Geto lets one of his hands slide to your jaw and tilt your head further back. 

“Why don’t you let me and Geto have you?” Geto locks eyes with Gojo at your whimper. “I can make you flush for different reasons.” you gasp when he grinds his covered cock against your ass. 

“And when you're done with his teasing I’ll take you to my room and lock us inside.” Geto nods, rubbing his thumb on your jaw. 

After that everything shifted. You’ve never felt more satisfied yet so scandalized with everything that goes on with the three of you behind closed doors. They both tease you about how you still get embarrassed when they talk openly about how messy they had you cumming all over their cock. Sometimes this would lead to them hoisting you up onto the table and seeing which of them could make you cum the hardest. 

Gojos new favorite way to tease you was to have you perched on his cock and bouncing away and you list off things you like about him. He sits back and watches your tits bounce listening to your juices leak between you two as you try to form a word. One of his hands loosely holds onto your hip while the other rests on your lower tummy, letting his thumb lazily circle your throbbing bud. 

“Tell me more, baby.” he watches you peel your eyes open. 

“Your.. mm your hair,” you nod rolling your hips against his. 

“What else?” he squeezes your hip getting your attention again. 

“Toru,” you whine when he starts to move his thumb faster. 

“You like my name?” he taunts.

“Mhmm,” you nod, humping against him and sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “I like.. like your voice ‘n..”

“Keep goin,” he grunts, feeling you squeeze around him. 

“Your eyes,” you gasp when he jerks his hips up. “I.. I really like-“ he pulls you down against his chest and starts to snap his hips into yours sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and soft cries. 

“You gotta,” he grunts. “Gotta tell me what you really like.” he pants. “Know you can say more than just ‘yes’ and my name.” he chuckles, feeling more of your pleasure leak between the two of you. 

“Your cock, ‘s perfect,” a high pitched gasp comes from you and you fall apart. 

“That’s my good girl,” he hammers his hips into you as he starts to fill you with his cum. “Can’t believe you think I’m perfect.” he grins up at you finally stilling inside you. 

On the off chance that Gojo is teasing you while you're not on his cock Geto will quite literally come take you and lock you in his room while you preen about him being your savior. Whispered words between kisses about how you have to give him something for his galant rescue. He’ll shush you with kisses and press you into his mattress beneath him effectively silencing and trapping you. 

“Lemme take your hair down, Sugu,” you murmur into his mouth, fingers quickly finding the tie. 

He nods and you delicately undo the tie and sigh contently as his hair curtains around the both of you. The low groan that comes from him as you card your fingers through his hair sends heat throughout your body. He rolls his hips into yours and you tug softly on his silky strands. The next couple of minutes consist of fumbling hands and flying clothes until there are no barriers between the both of you. All of your heated touches and kisses leave you wet and waiting for him when he lines his tip up at your fluttering pussy. 

“Satoru said you called him perfect the other day..” Geto mumbles, slowly sliding into you. 

“I..” you furrow your brows not knowing what to say. 

“He’s been tryna make me jealous.” he voice drops as he moves to press his lips to your neck. “Gotta admit.. it’s kinda working.” he softly bites into your skin before soothing it with his tongue. 

“Suguru,” you gasp as he pulls out to snap his hips back in. 

“After all of the ‘rescuing’ I’ve done?” he chuckles lowly into your neck. “But today,” he snaps his hips again. “You are locked in this room until I’m done.” you flutter around him at his tone. 

He hears you start to respond and starts to hammer into you. He could never truly be mad at you and he knows Gojos words were only meant to spur him on and he decided to finally take the bait. You’re whimpering beneath him letting out incoherent pleas as you dig your nails into his shoulders. His pace is ruthless and becomes even more so when he pushes your leg up and leans back. He looks down at the mess you're making all over him and his sheets before glancing back and your scrunched face. 

“If you wanna cum you're gonna repeat after me.” he leans down and grabs your chin never letting his pace falter. “And loudly.” he smirks knowing the war he’s about to start. “Okay?” you nod trying not to burst at the way he grinds into you. 

“Yes,” you pant. “Anything please,” 

“Suguru,” he nods at you bringing a thumb down to rub at your bud watching your pussy cry a little harder. 

“Sugu.. Suguruu,” you cry out and he smirks. 

“Is,” his fingers dig into your leg as he has to push off his own pleasure. 

“Is,” your voice cracks followed by a loud moan. 

“Better.” he watches you work out the word on your tongue. 

“Better.” you squeak. “Suguru’s better, Sugu’s better..” you chant as you start to pulse around him. 

“That’s right baby,” he groans, spilling his cum into your seeping pussy. He lets your leg down and he slowly continues to rock into you sending aftershocks through the both of you. “We’re not-

“Open the door.” Gojo bangs on Sugurus bedroom door before jiggling the handle. 

“We’re not done.” Geto hums. “Maybe later.” his tone mocking. Geto ignores the continued banging against his door as he grinds himself into you until he’s hard again. 

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sukuna & toji - 2.3k

All this started because you forgot your robe after the shower. So with an arm squished over your breasts and the smallest wash cloth being held with white knuckles to cover between your legs you peek your head out into the hall before taking your chance. You start to sprint down the hall to only smash into Sukuna’s chest. Your cheeks are on fire and you squeeze your eyes shut willing a robe to wrap around your body but then you feel his hands grab your waist and you gasp, snapping your eyes open. 

“Whatcha doing?” he grins down at you. 

You shake your head and scuttle past him running the rest of the way to your room. Pushing your door shut, you lean back against it feeling your cheeks get even hotter. The wash cloth is thrown across the room as you stare daggers at your robe hanging on the wall near your mirror. Your bed promises to engulf you and your shame and you take quick steps to it before collapsing into your blankets and burying your head in your pillows. Minutes pass as you let the world drift away and curl further into your blankets. Your eyes become heavy as you let sleep take you as hours slip by.

“Hey, you up?” Sukuna knocks on your door with scrunched brows. You never hide in your room this long and he’s starting to get worried. “Baby?” he knocks again. 

You spring up from the bed and rush to grab your robe before making it to the door. “Yeah?” you crack the door open and look up at him. 

“You okay?” he takes in your lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Were you sleeping?” he leans against your doorframe. 

“Mhm,” you nod. 

“Come eat with me and Toji. We ordered in and got your favorite stuff.” he keeps his voice soft trying to coax you out of your room. 

“Really?” you pull your door open more. 

“Yeah, c’mon,” he offers you his hand. 

You grab onto his hand and he pulls you against his side before leading you down the hall. When you reach the dining room you see Toji lounging back in a chair with a lazy smirk as he takes in your form draped in your silk robe. You take a seat and they start to pass you a plate and boxes of take out. 

“Heard you streaked down the hallway.” Toji chuckles as your eyes widen. 

“Kuna,” you pout at him. 

“You looked good, baby. Don’t need to be embarrassed.” he shovels some food onto your plate before taking his fill. “Might just have to throw away all the towels and robes so it can keep happening.” 

“You’re a pervert.” you can’t help the way your cheeks burn under his gaze. 

“I wanna see since he got to see.” Toji grabs your attention and you turn to him. 

“Toji,” you whine. 

“Just a lil peek.” he grins. “After dinner.” he points at you with his fork before turning back to his plate. 

All dinner you were sure you were going to explode as they kept teasing you. Your robe was clutched between your hands as you tried to focus on your food but their low words and chuckles are keeping you on edge. They’ve always been flirtatious but their words seem more charged and their eyes hold a hunger you’ve never seen before. Dinner comes to an end and you feel like you’ve melted into a puddle under the table. 

“Look at you all flushed n squirmy.” Toji pushes his chair back and walks over to you. “Stand up baby.” he scoots your chair back. 

“Kuna didn’t see anything.” you rise from the chair and blink up at him. 

“No?” he steps closer to you. “So he didn’t see you squishing your chest together, still dripping from the shower?” his hands start to tug on the ties of your robe. “Or your cute little ass as you ran down the hall?” 

“Mmm,” you cover your face with your hands. “Toji,” you gasp as you feel the tie on your robe come undone and you clutch at it quickly. 

“You’re so fuckin cute baby.” he groans. “Lemme see.” he smiles as you let him pluck your fingers from the silk and he watches it start to open. 

“Well now he’s getting a better look.” Sukuna drawls from across the table. 

“Can we give him a better look too?” Toji brushes his knuckles against your cheek. “Yeah?” he prompts you, watching you nod.

“Yeah,” you suck your bottom lip between your teeth as Toji lets his hand drop to your shoulder and start to push off the silk. “That’s our good girl.” his fingers leave your skin pebbling in their wake as he bares you to the both of them. Toji starts to walk over to Sukuna and you trail behind him trying to hide behind his back. 

“Come on out, sweet girl.” Sukuna chuckles. You poke your head out from behind Toji and are greeted by Sukunas grin. “Not gonna bite or nothing.” the way his eyes are devouring you alive makes his words hard to believe. 

“I might.” you squeak when Tojis hand pushes against your waist and scoots you between the both of them. 

“Why’ve you been hiding from us?” Sukuna takes one of your hands and pulls you closer.  

“Been keeping this lil ass to yourself.” Toji tuts making you gasp as he grabs a handful of your ass. 

“I- Kuna,” you whimper when his hands come up to cup your breasts. “Mm,” you squeeze your thighs together when he takes your nipples between his fingers. 

“You like us touching you?” Sukuna watches you squeeze your eyes shut when he flicks his thumbs against the hardened buds. 

“Mhm,” you lean back when Toji brings his other hand to your waist and trails his calloused fingers over your skin. 

“What’s got you squeezing these thighs together?” Toji's voice washes over you as his fingers skim towards your lower tummy. “Hm?” he smirks watching your breathing deepen as he keeps creeping lower. 

“Want us to touch you here too?” Sukuna moves one of his hands down to start sliding up between your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper. 

Ever since that night the boundaries between the three of you have completely dissolved. It kept your heart beating a little faster when you were home with them. How possessive their touches were, how tightly they held you. With just a look they could leave you dripping and fluttering around nothing in anticipation of what they’ll do. 

Sukuna didn’t throw the towels away but you slowly stopped using them because he would usually show up in the middle of your shower anyways. You would still gasp every time he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in. He would tower over you as he scooted you back against the tile to box you in. He steps closer, satisfied with watching your chest heave in anticipation.

“Please,” you push your chest into his as he presses you back against the cool tile.

“Hush, ‘m right here.” he leans down and takes your lips. “Always so needy.” he mumbles against your lips as his hands hook under your ass and lift you. “Know you’ve been waitin for me to come in here.” he smirks as you wrap your legs around him. 

“Please Kuna,” you curl your arms behind his neck, letting your nails rake along his skin. “Please please,” you whine when you’re pushed harder against the tile as he looks between you both to line himself up. “Yeesss,” you tug on his hair, feeling the familiar stretch of him pushing into you. 

He’s about to tell you to be quiet but it’s not like you're saying anything. Your words are lost to broken moans and small whines as his thrusts become demanding. “Feel fuckin perfect.” he starts to snap his hips into yours. 

You bounce yourself against him and with every wet smack of your hips your mind goes a little more blank. Sukuna watches your eyes start to flutter so he presses you harder against the tile with his hips and grinds himself into you. Nails clawing into his neck you shutter feeling the pressure start to build in your tummy. He pulls his hips back just to smack them back into you. 

“Kuna,” your breath is stolen from you when he starts to ram into you again. 

“Hm?” he grunts, digging his fingers into your skin. Your juices wet his cock more than the stream of water pouring down his back. “What d’you want?” he groans when one of your hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

“Ca- Can you.. please,” your wrecked voice has his hips snap into yours a little harder. “‘m gonna cum.. gonna cu- yesyes,” you pulse around him. “Want you to,” you gasp as pulls you off of the wall and snaps his hips up into yours pulling whimpers and cries from your mouth. 

“You want more?” he lets out a shaky chuckle. 

“Cum,” you press your forehead to his shoulder. “Your cum.” you nod your head. “Want it in me.” you press your lips to his skin.

“Course ‘m gonna fill you up.” he’s happy you don’t notice the way his voice wavers. “Pussy’s begging for it. Hugging me so tight.” he pants. 

“Please, I need it.” you whine and he feels his pleasure snap. 

“Then take it all.” he grunts and slowly grinds his cum into you. 

“Thank you, thank you,” you cling against him, rocking your hips into his. 

Toji has gotten used to being woken up from his naps by you and Sukuna going at it. Sometimes he would join but when he’s tired like this he’ll just close his eyes again and wrap his hand around his cock. He plans out what he’ll do to you later, sending his cum falling onto his hand and stomach as he listens to your cries as Sukuna takes you. He’ll fall back asleep with a smile and not wake until the moon is high in the sky and the apartment is dark. He doesn’t even bother to put on his sweats as he makes his way to the kitchen. 

As if you were waiting for him to wake up he hears you pouring yourself a drink. He smirks and lightens his footsteps as a grin forms on his face. The fridge shuts and he watches you set your glass in the sink as he slowly stalks around the counter. He steps directly behind you and watches your back straighten. You gasp when his hands grip your hips and press you into the counter. He pushes you down against the chilly surface and kicks your legs apart. Upon seeing your panty clad pussy he starts to slide his cock up and down the quickly dampening fabric.

“Toji,” you whimper, pressing your forehead against the counter. 

“Hush,” he brings a hand down to give you a quick spank. “Don’t wanna hear it, you woke me up from my nap earlier.” he swats his hand against your other cheek. 

He keeps one hand pressed to your back keeping you stuck against the counter while he lets the other grab all over you listening to your gasps and whines as he rocks his hips faster. His cock twitches when you arch your back for him and he feels the thin fabric start to get squishy from how wet you are. The whimpers escaping your lips have him leaking his pre all over your panties as he continues to hump against you. Your little gasps tell him how much you’re enjoying this and he chuckles when you kick one of your legs up when he quickens his pace. 

Toji lands two fast spanks on each of your cheeks before he slips his cock under your panties. You both groan at the contact before he continues his previous movements. You wiggle your hips and rock against him trying to catch his tip in your aching pussy only for him to stop his movements and spank you again before stepping back. He smirks when you turn your head with a frown when you see him stroking his cock.

“In me.” you plead, spreading your legs wider. “Please Toji,” he presses his hand hard against your back as you start to squirm. “Please.” 

“I dunno,” he leans closer to you, panting slightly. “I could cum like this.” he smacks his tip against the heated skin of your ass.

“‘m sorry I woke you up.” he watches your eyes well up. “Please,” he looks and sees your pussy crying along with you. “Toji please.”

“Yeah, alright.” he slides into your throbbing pussy and you press your cheek against the counter at his stretch. “Course you’re expecting me to fuck you too.” he sighs starting to pull out. “Anything else you’re wantin from me?” he lets out a low chuckle.

“Thank you.” you whine when his hips start to fall into yours. “Thank you, Toji.” you press back into him. 

His other palm lands on the counter next to your head as his hips start to pound into you frantically. The moans that tear out of your throat are barely louder than your juices sopping all over Tojis cock and down your thighs. He leans down over you and presses his chest into your back, smushing you into the counter. Your high catches you by surprise and you burst around him, thanking him over and over. With a few more sloppy thrusts he’s spilling his cum into you with low curses falling from his mouth. 

“Well damn,” Sukuna chuckles from the doorway. “Just needed a snack.” a grin spreads across his features as he walks over to the both of you. 

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[butchsucker]

(1) NEW MESSAGE (or, ellie accidentally sends a picture to abby that has her knocking on her door)

contents: subtop!ellie, dombottom!abby, pussy eating, fingering, strap-on use, abby throwing ellie around, overstim, technically college!au, but i will not pretend like that matters, pretty much just porn.

word count: 5,468

It’s a few minutes shy of midnight when Abby’s phone buzzes on her nightstand. Nothing unusual about that. Her screen lights up with the kind of low glow that usually signals an Instagram reel from Manny or a spam text about winning a cruise she never entered.

But this one stops her thumb mid-scroll. It’s from an unsaved number. That’s the first oddity. The second is that it’s a photo. She frowns, instinctively wary, but taps the notification anyway, thumb sluggish from sleep. The image bursts onto her screen and her breath catches like a fist tightening in her chest.

Her heart stutters, then barrels forward at a sprint. Because she knows that body: lean muscle wrapped in sun-kissed skin, a constellation of freckles she’s glimpsed only in the periphery of locker room glances.

Ellie. Naked from the waist up, her jeans slung low enough to reveal black harness straps sharp against her hips. Her lip caught between her teeth, a casual sort of suggestion in the way one hand rests on her taut stomach like she’s offering something. A sheen of sweat glistens at her collarbone. Post-workout, maybe. There’s a message below the photo, short and utterly incendiary: Thinking about you.

Abby stares. Her pulse beats hard in her ears, drowning out the soft hum of late-night traffic outside her window. It doesn’t make sense. Not in the cosmic, karmic, world-spinning-off-its-axis kind of way.

Ellie Williams—her teammate, her occasional sparring partner in post-practice banter, the girl who’s always two seconds away from a fight (usually with Abby)—sent her this? There’s no reason for it, no context.

They aren’t friends. They barely tolerate each other’s presence, each interaction laced with competitive edge or thinly veiled snark. The only reason they even have each other’s numbers is the team group chat, a necessary evil for coordinating practice schedules and lineup changes. Abby hadn’t thought twice about it. And now she’s staring at a picture that feels like it was meant for someone else. Has to be.

Her brain scrambles for a rational response. Maybe it was an accident. A misfire. Maybe Ellie meant to send it to someone else—a girlfriend, a situationship, whoever her harness-and-sweat selfies are usually reserved for. It’d make more sense.

Thinking about you.

She chews on the inside of her cheek. She could ignore it. Probably should. But then what? Just pretend it never happened? Let Ellie squirm in silence? That doesn’t sit right either. The last thing she wants is for Ellie to feel weird around her—or worse, think she’s made Abby uncomfortable. And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? The thing twisting low in her stomach. Because she isn’t uncomfortable. Not really. If she’s honest, and God help her, she hates being honest with herself about this. She’s…something else.

Ellie doesn’t seem like the type to be embarrassed by something like this, not with the way she carries herself like she’s always in on the joke before it’s even been told. Abby’s overheard enough of her cocky, borderline obscene anecdotes to know modesty isn’t exactly in her vocabulary.

And yet, this feels different. Personal. Intimate in a way that Abby isn’t sure how to categorize. She locks her phone and sets it down face-first, staring up at the ceiling like the plaster might offer answers. But her mind is a hurricane of possibilities, and all of them start with the same unthinkable truth: she’s seen Ellie Williams in a way she never has before and she doesn't want to look away.

Abby doesn’t mean to hit “call.” Not really. Her thumb hovers over the screen for a full five minutes, the photo burned into her retinas. Every rational part of her is screaming to leave it alone, but she can’t. Her thumb moves like it has a mind of its own, and suddenly the phone is ringing. One ring. Two. Three—shit, she’s going to hang up.

What the hell is she even doing? Who calls people about this? She doesn't know the perfect solution, but it can't possibly be this.

And then it clicks.

“Hello?” A voice, rough and cotton-thick with sleep, stretches through the line.

Abby freezes. She’s already halfway to pulling the phone away when Ellie keeps going, her tone flipping quick into mischief like a switchblade flicked open.

“Wow. Didn’t think you’d be calling me back that fast,” Ellie drawls. There’s the distinct sound of bed sheets rustling. “But I'm glad you did. Anderson's been such a hard-ass lately, I could really use the relief.”

Abby scoffs, agitation overriding panic. “Jesus. You’re such a slacker.”

There’s a beat. A pause that splinters at the edges. Then—

“…Wait.” The voice sharpens. “Wait, what the fuck—Anderson?”

And just like that, any softness Abby might’ve brought into this call evaporates like mist under a blowtorch.

“Why the fuck are you on my phone right now?” Ellie all but screeches, the soft, sleepy edge gone from her voice.

Abby pushes herself up from the bed, pacing without realizing it, voice tighter than she means it to be. “You’re the one who interrupted my night, Williams. Why the fuck was I just looking at your tits?”

There’s a pause so long Abby wonders if the call dropped. But no. It’s Ellie, very much still there, very much absorbing what she just said.

Then, low and slow: “…Dude. That is my bad.”

And then Ellie starts laughing. Not a small chuckle, not a little embarrassed giggle but a full-bodied, wheezing, what-the-fuck-is-life laugh, like this is the best goddamn comedy set she’s ever heard in her life. Abby pulls the phone away slightly, eyebrows drawn together, equal parts stunned and offended.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she mutters, but it only makes Ellie laugh harder.

“I just—Oh my God, Anderson,” she gasps between cackles. “You saw that? I sent that to you? Holy shit.”

“You think this is funny?” Abby deadpans.

“It’s hilarious. So...did it get you all hot and bothered?”

“I'm not—” Abby starts, but then shuts her mouth. Because fine. Yes. A little.

“Fuck,” Ellie says again, and Abby can hear the grin in her voice now. “Out of all the people I could’ve accidentally sexted…”

“Lucky me,” Abby says dryly.

“Seriously. You gonna make a formal complaint to Coach? Get me benched for harassment?”

Abby closes her eyes. There’s a headache forming behind her left eye. “No. But maybe you should stop taking thirst traps when you could be practicing.”

“That's cool and all, but it feels like the trap is working.” Ellie hums. “You called me, didn’t you?”

Abby glares at her bedroom wall like it personally wronged her. “I think you have a face that should be punched.”

Ellie laughs again, softer this time. “Come over and punch it then.”

Abby scoffs. "You're ridiculous."

“You should just come over,” Ellie says, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world. Like they aren't consistently seconds away from tearing each other to shreds. “I mean, you’re already up. We’ve crossed the threshold of decency at this point.”

Abby snorts. “No fucking way.”

“Why not?” Ellie asks, sing-song. “Too scared?”

Abby lets that hang in the air, refuses to dignify it with an answer. Her silence is all the fuel Ellie needs.

“You’re thinking about it,” she says, voice low and smug. “I can hear it. That little wheel spinning in your big ol’ head—”

“I’m not.”

Ellie chuckles, like she doesn’t believe her for a second. “C’mon. I swear on my life, I fuck good.”

Abby presses the heel of her hand to her forehead and lets out a noise that’s somewhere between frustration and disbelief. “You are so full of yourself.”

“Yeah,” Ellie replies, unapologetic. “And you're still on the phone.”

“Guess I should hang up,” Abby says, but doesn't, unable to resist the pull of their usual back-and-forth.

“Why do you deny yourself heaven? I could change your life.” Her voice dips in a way that’s meant to fluster, and annoyingly, it does.

Abby walks over to the window and yanks the curtain closed, like that’ll help settle her nerves. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You wanna come over,” Ellie teases. “You just don’t wanna admit it. But picture this: my bed, me in my boxers, you sitting all awkward and stiff because you won’t let yourself relax. But when I get my hands on you...you'd melt.”

“I’m hanging up now,” Abby mutters.

“Chicken.”

“I swear to God—”

“Come on, Anderson. What’ve you got to lose?”

“My dignity?”

“Oh, that ship sailed when admitted to staring at my tits.”

Abby grits her teeth, opens her mouth to fire back, then closes it again. A breath. Another.

"I wasn't staring."

Ellie hums, obviously delighted in the way she worms under Abby's skin. "Weren't you, though?"

“…Goodnight, Ellie.”

“Aww, don’t be like—”

Click.

Abby tosses her phone onto the bed and stares at it for a long moment, arms crossed, mouth tight. The silence stretches, comfortable in its own tension.

She should just go to bed.

Abby knocks softly, hoping Ellie doesn’t make a whole thing out of it. Which, in hindsight, is exactly the kind of delusional optimism that led her here in the first place. She’s standing on Ellie’s porch in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank top, sports bra underneath because it was closest and clean.

The door swings open and there’s Ellie. Barefoot, boxers low on her hips, legs covered in a few bruises from their last game. She’s wearing a cropped band tee that’s been through one too many dryers and reads “ANARCHY IN THE YOUTH LEAGUE” in cracked red letters across the chest. Her smile is slow and sleep-warmed and smug in a way that makes Abby want to shove her or kiss her, or maybe both.

“Well, well,” Ellie says, one hand braced on the doorframe like she’s in a coming-of-age movie. “Look who showed up anyway.”

Abby rolls her eyes so hard it hurts. “Shut the fuck up.”

Ellie’s grin stretches. “Please let me say I told you so? Because I really want to say it.”

Abby steps forward and pushes her way inside without waiting for permission. “Seriously. Shut up.”

Ellie lets out a low laugh, stepping back, letting the door fall shut behind her. Abby doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t want to give Ellie the satisfaction of seeing her face—because it’s doing something, and she doesn’t even know what. All she knows is that she’s here, and Ellie’s warm, and the air between them is thick enough to slice with a knife.

“Make yourself at home,” Ellie says, voice bright, teasing. “My fuck palace is your fuck palace.”

Abby shoots her a glare over her shoulder. “I hate the idea that you say stuff like that and girls still have sex with you.”

"And yet they do!" Ellie grins wider, like she’s already won. "Exhibit A," she says, motioning towards Abby.

The hall is dim, the only light coming from the warm lamp glow spilling out of Ellie’s room like something half-inviting, half-dangerous. Abby steps in, eyes adjusting, and takes a slow breath before lowering herself to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hands rest on her thighs, fingers flexing.

The mattress gives under her weight, too soft. Too intimate. She feels her heart kicking up again, that old instinct screaming to retreat, to reassert control, to not fall into whatever this is—this mess, this heat, this girl.

Ellie watches her, leaning in the doorway like she’s seen this kind of hesitation before. Like she knows exactly what to do with it. She walks over with all the ease of someone who’s never second-guessed a single goddamn thing in her life, and when she stops between Abby’s knees, that cocky smirk is already blooming. “You’re nervous,” she says, mock-sweet. “That’s adorable.”

Abby scowls. “I’m not nervous.”

Ellie arches a brow. “You sure? Sitting there like you’ve never been in a bedroom before.”

“Shut up,” Abby mutters, but she doesn’t move. Not even when Ellie leans in, palms on either side of her thighs, close enough that Abby can smell her skin, the lazy linger of laundry detergent and sleep. And then Ellie’s kissing her. No hesitation, no question. There is only warm lips and wicked tongue and soft hands tugging her forward by the front of her shirt like she belongs closer.

Abby groans into it, caught off guard by the rush that slams into her chest, that pools hot in her belly. She kisses back harder, tilts her chin, grips Ellie’s hip like she can anchor herself there. But then Ellie pulls back with a breathless little laugh, eyes shining.

“Y'know, Anderson,” she says, smug and breathy. “Didn’t know you were that into me.”

Abby huffs, cheeks flushed. “You’re unbearable.”

Ellie grins. “That's not a very nice way to talk to someone who's about to be fucking you.”

Abby doesn’t bother replying. She stands instead, all tense muscles and simmering heat, and before Ellie can get another word in, Abby grabs her by the waist and lifts just enough to toss her backward onto the bed with a soft oomph. Ellie sprawls across the sheets, laughing as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Well damn,” she says. “And here I thought you'd be all cute and willing. Gonna make me work for it, huh?”

Abby shrugs, nonchalant, even though her heart’s doing parkour in her chest. “Of course.”

Ellie watches her with something greedy in her gaze as Abby reaches for the waistband of her sweats and drags them down her legs in one smooth motion, leaving herself in just her tank and a pair of dark briefs.

She doesn’t miss the way Ellie’s eyes track her every movement, like she’s cataloging everything, like she’s been waiting for this moment with an aching kind of patience. She's sitting fully up now, legs criss-crossed. Abby climbs onto the bed, slow and heavy, not yet sure if she's down to surrender.

They’re barely settled before the next argument sparks — natural, inevitable.

“Lie down,” Abby says, nudging Ellie’s hip.

“You lie down,” Ellie counters, shifting her weight just to be stubborn.

Abby gives her a look. “Why would I—?”

“Because I’m trying to eat you out, dumbass.”

Abby’s mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

Ellie grins, teeth sharp in the low light. “What? You want your pussy ate or not?”

Abby groans and drops her head back against the pillow. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

But she lays back anyway.

Because she does, in fact, want that.

Ellie’s hands are warm on Abby’s thighs, fingers spread wide, thumbs brushing along the inside like she’s mapping out every inch. Abby's breath hitches without her permission, chest rising and falling with a rhythm that’s already offbeat.

Abby watches shamelessly as Ellie drapes herself between her legs like it’s her natural habitat. And maybe it is. Maybe this is where Ellie Williams thrives: with her face buried between a girl’s thighs.

“You can relax, you know,” Ellie murmurs, mouth grazing the inside of Abby’s knee, voice all soft provocation. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“You actually haven't stopped touching me,” Abby grumbles, breath catching again as Ellie presses a lingering kiss higher.

“You know what I mean,” Ellie says, smiling against her skin.

She doesn’t rush. She works slowly, like she wants to savor it, like she’s giving Abby every opportunity to bail. Eventually her thumbs hook under the waistband of Abby’s briefs, and she glances up.

“Good?”

Abby grits her teeth and nods once. “Hurry up.”

“Bossy,” Ellie mutters, but she's grinning. She peels the briefs down slowly, watches the way Abby shifts, how her breath gets shakier with each inch of skin exposed. Then Ellie tosses them somewhere off the bed and lowers herself fully, shoulders braced under Abby’s thighs.

The first swipe of her tongue is gentle, exploratory. Just a taste. But it’s enough to make Abby jolt, her spine arching slightly off the mattress as a low sound escapes her throat. Ellie hums, pleased, and licks again. And again. Until Abby’s head falls back and her hand finds the sheets, twisting them tight around her fingers.

Ellie’s mouth is warm, steady, methodical. She kisses and sucks like she’s trying to prove something. She's always trying to prove something. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and Abby, for all her pride and restraint, can’t fucking hide it.

Her breathing grows uneven, soft curses slipping through clenched teeth. Her thighs twitch under Ellie’s grip, and when Ellie slips her tongue a little deeper, curling it just right, Abby moans. Low and sharp, involuntary.

Ellie pulls back just slightly, lips slick and smug. “That was a very pretty noise.”

Abby exhales hard through her nose, scowling up at the ceiling. “Keep going or I’m going to wring your neck.”

“You could say please,” Ellie teases, already dragging her tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe back up. She pauses just before reaching her again, hovering like she's waiting.

Abby lets out a sharp, frustrated noise and lifts her head just enough to shoot her a glare. “Ellie.”

“God, I love when you say my name like that.” Her voice drops, thick with satisfaction, and then—without warning—she sinks two fingers into Abby, slow but certain. Abby gasps, the sound raw and sharp, catching in her throat like it surprised even her.

Ellie kisses just above her clit, then settles back in without preamble—tongue and fingers working in tandem, slow and deep and mercilessly steady. Abby’s hips begin to rock into her mouth, chasing every inch of contact, every spark of friction. There’s no shame in it anymore. No hesitation. Just need.

Her breathing goes uneven, then ragged soft, broken sounds pouring out of her, interspersed with the occasional gasp whenever Ellie changes her angle or pressure. It’s good, so good, but it’s not enough.

Ellie knows that. Of course she does.

She keeps slowing down just as Abby teeters close to the edge, pulling back with a deliberate drag of her tongue or easing the pressure of her fingers by the smallest, most maddening degree. Abby doesn’t even have to look to know Ellie’s smiling—smirking—because every time she forces another frustrated sound out of her, it only feeds her.

“Stop fucking around,” Abby growls, reaching down and fisting a hand in Ellie’s hair to tug her up. The sudden movement earns her a surprised little sound, and that smug grin still lingers at the corners of Ellie’s mouth.

“I’m gonna go home. Swear to god.”

Ellie just laughs, soft and low, her eyes half-lidded with heat. “No, you’re not.” She drops her gaze again, presses a kiss to the inside of Abby’s thigh, then ghosts her lips over her clit so lightly it’s more suggestion than touch. When her eyes lift again, they’re molten. “You know, I still haven’t heard you say please.”

Abby doesn’t respond. Instead, she tightens her thighs around Ellie’s shoulders, hooks her legs underneath to trap her, and flips them in one smooth motion. Ellie lets out an indignant squeak, cut off by a breathless laugh as she lands flat on her back.

Abby keeps her pinned, thighs pressing firm against Ellie’s arms, holding her exactly where she wants her. She leans forward, panting, flushed, hovering above Ellie’s face.

“This okay?” she asks, voice low and shaken but sure.

Ellie looks up at her with wide, wild eyes, pupils blown and mouth parted in awe. Her breath stutters before she grins and nods almost frantically.

“Shit. You’re so fucking hot.”

Abby watches that look in Ellie’s eyes shifts from want into hunger, pupils dilating so wide they nearly swallow the green. And then, without breaking her gaze, she sinks down.

Ellie moans into it, the sound muffled and desperate. Her arms twitch, instinctively trying to rise, to reach for Abby’s hips, her thighs, anything. But they’re still pinned by the weight of Abby’s legs, useless. Trapped.

Her hands flex against the sheets in frustration.

Abby hums, low and almost sympathetic. “No,” she says, steady, breath catching just slightly as she adjusts her weight and rolls her hips down more firmly. “You don’t get to touch.”

Ellie groans, straining again, her fingers curling like she could will them free. She tries to speak, but Abby just tightens her hold and cuts her off with a slow grind of her hips, smearing slick across Ellie’s mouth, her chin, her nose.

“You had your chance,” Abby says, voice thinner now, a little frayed around the edges. “You fucked around.”

She drags herself forward, slow and deliberate, rides Ellie’s face from tongue to chin to nose, then back again, chasing the contact, the edge, the pressure.

Ellie’s tongue is relentless, mouth open wide, licking and sucking like she’s starved. Her eyes roll and flutter shut, hands still pinned, but she arches up as much as she can beneath Abby’s weight, chasing every movement like it might be the last.

Abby starts panting harder, rhythm faltering as sensation builds, her thighs trembling where they cage Ellie’s head. Her hands grip the headboard behind Ellie for leverage, knuckles white, arms shaking.

“God—fuck, just—” she gasps, jaw slack, hips stuttering forward with less control now, mouth open but too overwhelmed to keep speaking.

Ellie groans into her again, deep and guttural, and that’s all it takes.

Abby comes hard, legs seizing around her, riding through it with long, grinding rolls, burying Ellie in her until her whole body starts to go soft, boneless and spent. She keeps going until it’s too much—until she finally lets herself lift up, barely, and shifts to the side, chest heaving, heart pounding in her ears.

For a long second, neither of them moves. Just the sound of their breathing in the dim room.

Ellie eventually makes a strangled little noise—half whimper, half laughter. “Come here,” she says, pulling Abby in by the back of her head. She slots their mouths together, kisses her sloppy and uncoordinated.

Abby laughs softly into her mouth, grips her by the chin to hold her steady and deepens the kiss. She bites at Ellie's lip, revels in the little gasp that pulls from her.

"So, about that life-changing fucking?" Abby asks, rubbing her hands along Ellie's side.

Ellie grins against Abby’s mouth, eyes glittering with something sharp and dangerous. She pulls away with a final nip to Abby’s bottom lip, then rolls off the bed in one smooth motion. Abby watches her move, lazy and sated but buzzing just under the surface with anticipation.

Ellie digs through the top drawer of her dresser with the kind of frantic determination that makes Abby smile to herself, even as her thighs twitch from exertion.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Ellie says, voice thick and a little rough around the edges as she straps in.

Abby arches an eyebrow but moves anyway, slow and deliberate, turning and sinking onto her elbows before lifting herself up onto all fours. Her ass tilts back instinctively, back curved with just enough invitation. “Okay,” she says, soft but not shy, a little amused. “You can have this one.”

She doesn’t say she wants it too. Ellie already knows anyway.

Ellie returns to the bed, kneels behind her, and runs her hands over the backs of Abby’s thighs, up to the swell of her ass. Abby shivers. Then Ellie grabs the base and drags the tip slowly through her folds—slick and ready, teasing without comment.

Abby exhales sharply, pushes back a little without thinking.

And then Ellie’s lining up and sinking in, slow and deep and steady. Abby’s head dips between her shoulders, a long breath spilling out of her mouth as she takes it. It’s thick, the stretch just enough to burn, and Ellie gives her every inch with maddening control.

She pulls all the way out, until just the head stays hooked inside, then thrusts back in with a groan.

Again. And again.

Abby starts meeting her halfway, slamming her hips back with precise force, the wet clap of contact echoing obscenely in the room. Every time Ellie pulls out, Abby follows, chasing the drag and the heat and the friction.

“Fuck, Abby,” Ellie pants, her voice barely holding together. “That’s it. Just like that. You're—shit—you’re so fucking good at this.”

Her pace begins to stutter. She still pulls all the way out each time, but now she drives back in faster, deeper, each thrust more desperate than the last. Abby keeps up, refuses to be passive, her ass bouncing back with a rhythm that leaves Ellie gasping.

“God, you feel...fuck...you feel so good around me.”

Abby hears it in her voice, that telltale tremble, and grins despite herself.

“Oh my god,” she laughs breathlessly, “you’re about to come already, aren’t you?”

Ellie lets out a strangled noise and tries to slow her hips, to pull herself back from the edge, but Abby can feel the twitch in her rhythm, the way her hands scrabble at her waist now like she needs to hold on or she’ll fall apart.

“So much for life-changing,” Abby teases.

Ellie keens. “Shut up, I—god, it’s your fault. You’re so—fuck, you’re too hot, taking it too good—”

The praise goes straight through her. Abby makes a sound dangerously close to a giggle, a new wave of arousal soaking her thighs.

“Yeah?” she says. “Then keep fucking me. I don’t care if you come. Don’t care if you’re sensitive. You better not fucking stop.”

Ellie sobs something incoherent and tries. She really tries.

But she only manages a few more thrusts before she’s coming, hips jerking out of rhythm, her moan muffled against Abby’s shoulder as she collapses forward, arms trembling with the effort to keep moving.

Abby doesn’t let her rest. She reaches back, grips Ellie by the thigh, and starts grinding back against her with purpose.

“You’re not done,” she growls. “Come on, babe. Give me more.”

Ellie whimpers but obeys, her whole body shaking as she starts moving again—slower, uneven now, her hips stuttering with overstimulation, but she doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Abby pants. “Good girl. Just like that.”

Ellie’s a mess—sweat-damp and flushed, brow furrowed like she’s on the edge of breaking.

Eventually Abby takes pity on her.

She pushes Ellie down onto her back, straddles her, and sinks back onto the strap in one smooth movement. Ellie moans so loud it breaks into a sob, arms flung out above her as Abby starts to ride.

There’s no teasing now. No pretense. Abby fucks herself on Ellie’s cock with single-minded focus, her rhythm relentless, using her like a toy like a gift. She chases her own pleasure with a growing hunger, her pace building and building until it crests into something loud and breathtaking and final.

She falls apart with a cry, shuddering and grinding down until it’s too much, everything gone electric and raw beneath her skin.

Ellie can only lie there, stunned, dazed, her chest heaving as Abby finally slumps forward, kisses pressed soft into her neck.

“My bad for thinking I could keep up with you,” Ellie mutters, still catching her breath. “You’re a fucking animal, Anderson.”

“Maybe you’d be able to keep up if you stopped skipping practice,” Abby says, voice worn but smug. She pulls back just far enough to meet Ellie’s eyes, grinning. “And wasted less energy trying to start fights with me.”

“What can I say? I like it when you get angry.” Ellie shrugs beneath her, the movement lazy and loose. “I also like that I’m the only one who can get you there. Takes me on a real power trip.”

Abby rolls her eyes. “There’s definitely something very wrong with you.”

That punches a laugh out of Ellie—quiet and bright and completely unguarded. “You’re the one trying to lecture me while I’m still inside you.”

Abby snorts and slowly eases off of her, limbs wobbly. “Not my fault you’re too slow to pull out.”

“Rude,” Ellie mutters, but she’s still grinning, stretching her arms up over her head like a cat, then watching Abby from beneath her lashes.

“Hey,” she says, quieter this time, still a little breathless. “We gonna do this again?”

Abby glances over her shoulder, already halfway to the bathroom, and raises an eyebrow. “You mean the part where I throw you around or the part where I do everything myself while you whine?”

Ellie grabs a pillow and throws it at her—it misses by a mile.

Abby catches it anyway, tucks it under her arm, and softens just a little. “Yeah,” she says, quieter. “We are.”

Ellie’s smile goes crooked—pleased but almost surprised—and she sits up, stretching again before starting to clean herself up. “Cool,” she says, trying not to sound too eager as she pulls off the harness and grabs a towel. “You wanna stay the night?”

Abby looks over at her, eyes narrowed like she’s trying to decide if it’s a trap. But there’s something easy in Ellie’s face now. Open. Undemanding.

“Yeah,” Abby says again, after a beat. “I’ll stay.”

Ellie doesn’t wait. The second Abby slides back into bed, Ellie is on her, dragging her into a tangle of limbs and blankets, pressing her face into the crook of Abby’s neck like she’s been waiting all night for the excuse.

Abby lets herself be pulled in, arms wrapping around Ellie’s waist, their legs knotting together under the covers.

The room falls quiet except for the slowing cadence of their breathing. Ellie relaxes all at once, like a thread’s been cut, and Abby feels it in the way her muscles go slack against her, the way her fingers curl into Abby’s side just once before going still.

It doesn’t take long before they’re both asleep like that—tangled up, held close, warm.

-

The morning light cuts a soft, golden slant across the room, and Abby moves through it quietly, careful not to wake Ellie as she pulls her shirt back over her head. Her pants are found somewhere at the foot of the bed, so she grabs those next, hopping on one foot as she slides them on, grimacing when her ankle nearly catches on the hem.

The bed shifts behind her, the blankets rustling.

“Where you goin’?” Ellie’s voice is thick with sleep, scratchy and half-muffled by the pillow.

Abby turns just enough to glance at her over her shoulder. Ellie’s still sprawled where she left her, tangled in the sheets like a shipwreck victim, hair a wild halo around her head. One eye open. Barely.

“I’ve got class,” Abby says, voice low. “Shouldn’t even be up this late, honestly.”

Ellie stretches one arm out, palm open. “Just five more minutes.”

Abby rolls her eyes but crosses back to the bed anyway, bending to press a kiss to Ellie’s forehead. Ellie tries to catch her by the back of the neck, dragging her in for a proper kiss, but Abby dodges it, pulling away with a smirk.

“You’re evil,” Ellie grumbles, reaching again, a little more persistent.

Abby leans in just enough to let their lips brush, then pulls back before it can deepen. "You're surprisingly domesticated."

Ellie lets out a wounded little whine that punches straight through Abby’s chest.

“Don’t do that,” she murmurs, eyes flicking over Ellie’s face. “You’re gonna make me skip.”

“So?” Ellie mutters, curling deeper into the blankets. “You already know I’m worth it.”

Abby snorts but can’t help the soft little smile that tugs at her mouth. “Idiot,” she says under her breath as she grabs her bag and makes for the door.

She slips out quietly, pulling the door shut behind her, and heads for the front entrance. But as she crosses the living room and nears the kitchen, she hears her name.

“Abby?”

She freezes mid-step.

There, standing in the kitchen with a mug of coffee and a single raised eyebrow, is Dina.

Abby goes pink immediately.

“Hey, Captain,” Dina says with a smirk, leaning against the counter like she’s been waiting. “What are you doing sneaking out of my house?”

Abby flounders. “I...I wasn’t sneaking. I was just—uh, Ellie said I could crash—”

Dina sips her coffee with the air of someone watching a really good show.

“We were hanging out,” Abby blurts. “Studying. I mean, we had to study. Ellie had to study and I was helping her...study, that is.”

Dina nods solemnly. “Right. Studying. At one a.m.”

“I—” Abby makes a noise like a laugh, then huffs out a sigh. “You’re gonna make this weird, aren’t you?”

“Not at all,” Dina says sweetly. “You’re doing a great job all on your own.”

Abby groans and starts edging toward the door. “Bye, Dina.”

“See you at practice, Captain.” Dina raises her mug in a toast.

Abby walks faster.

[mythicalmaven]

19 Lando fluff and smut please

Secret Desires - Lando Norris

Loved writing this! <3 If you guys want a part 2 where the whole ordeal continues (including Lando’s awkward encouter with Max) let me know!😂❤️

Masterlist ↳pairing: Lando Norris x female!verstappen!reader ↳word count: 4,6K ↳Summary: In which the reader is Max Verstappen's twin is Lando's friend & he accidentally confesses some things to her while he's drunk. The day after when he apologizes, it leads to something more. ↳content warnings: friends to lovers, reader is Max Verstappen's twin, lando is drunk and accidentally confesses something to the reader, suggestive content, flirting, dirty talk, sexting, sending nudes, phone sex, masturbation (both f! & m!), praise kink, fluff, smut, 18+ (MDNI!), confessing feelings ↳prompts used: 19 - "Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants"

You sighed deeply, sinking back into the comfort of the guest bed in your older sister's house, the covers wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The room felt different compared to your Monaco apartment, but it was cozy, filled with the nostalgia of growing up with your family as you saw the pictures hanging on the wall. Pictures of your parents, of you and your twin brother Max, of you and Victoria & so on.

You traded your own bed for the guest bedroom at Victoria's house back home in the Netherlands for the week, to spend some time with your sister again to catch up. After a long night of chatting with Vic, you finally decided to call it a day, though sleep was far from your mind.

Just as you were about to close your eyes to at least give sleeping a try, your phone lit up on the nightstand, a soft buzz drawing your attention. You reached over lazily, expecting a random notification, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw the name flashing on the screen: Lando

Your best friend, your partner in crime, and the guy you’d been secretly in love with for longer than you’d care to admit. The guy who made your heart race with a single smile and had you questioning your sanity every time you felt his touch linger just a little too long. Even though you refused to admit it to anyone with a passion. Stating that the way you felt about Lando was nothing more than two flirtatious friends. You knew you were lying to yourself and your facade was starting to crumble. And now he was texting you, at this hour?

Unlocking your phone, you were met with not one, but several messages from him. You squinted at the screen, reading the texts slowly as they loaded, your eyes widening more with each one.

Lando: Y/n… Lando: Fuhk.. why are you sooooo hotttt? 🥵 Lando: Do yhu have any idea howw many tiems I thout about you… with my hnd down my pantss Lando: *1 image attached* You felt your face heat up instantly, a wave of flustered shock washing over you. He send a photo that you had posted on your story on Instagram today, a photo of you in a cute bikini set at the pool at Vic's house.

What the hell? Lando was… Was he really saying what you thought he was saying? Your mind spun, trying to process the drunk, typo-riddled texts. You knew he must have had a few too many drinks tonight; he mentioned going out to a party with the grid earlier. But this?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your heart racing as you tried to think of a response. A thousand emotions crashed through you at once—embarrassment, confusion, a thrill of excitement. You could barely breathe.

You: Lan, you're drunk as fuck. Go to sleep 😂

you typed back quickly, hitting send before you could second-guess yourself. You barely had time to process your own message before another one from Lando popped up.

Lando: Drunk on love 🤭

Your heart did a somersault in your chest, and you felt your cheeks burning even hotter. What was he doing? Your pulse thudded loudly in your ears as you stared at the screen, fingers frozen above the keyboard, unsure of what to say. Before you could collect your thoughts, your phone buzzed again, but this time, it was a call.

Max’s name flashed on the screen.

You answered, bringing the phone to your ear. “Max, what the hell—”

“Sorry dat ik zo laat bel,” (sorry for calling at this time) Max's voice was low and slightly slurred with a laugh. “Maar ik zag dat je online was, dus dacht, jij bent nog wakker. Wilde je alleen even een seintje geven dat de kans vrij aannemelijk is dat je vannacht nog dronken appjes krijgt van Lando.” (But I saw that you were online, so I figured you were still awake. Just wanted to give you a heads up that it's very likely that you'll receive some drunk texts from Lando tonight)

You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh of your own. Of course, your twin brother knew exactly what was happening. “De kerel is echt gewoon laveloos en hield zijn mond maar niet dicht over je. De hele rit terug naar zijn apartment bleef hij maar zeuren over hoe hij je moest appen over iets geheimzinnigs. Dacht ik waarschuw je even.” (The guy is absolutely hammered and he wouldn't shut up about you. Kept yapping about how he had to text you about something secretive. Thought it would be nice to warn you)

“Te laat, is al gebeurd” (too late, he already did) you replied with a chuckle, glancing back at Lando's messages. “Had al zo’n vermoeden dat hij dronken was haha.” (I already figured he was drunk)

“Dacht ik al,” (I thought so) Max chuckled. “Hou het een beetje netjes, ja? Ik wil hier niet meer van weten dan ik al doe.” (Please keep it decent, yeah? I don't want to know any more about this than I already do)

You could almost hear the grin in his voice. “Maar ik moest hem echt thuisbrengen, de jongen was niet meer te houden.” (But I just had to bring him home, couldn't keep him at bay anymore)

“Dank je, Max,” (Thanks, Max) you said softly, biting your lip. “Je bent een goede broer.” (You're a good brother)

“Altijd,” (Always) Max replied. “Ik moet wel weer ophangen nu, voordat ik Kelly en P wakker maak. Succes met je dronken vriendje.” (Gotta hang now tho, before I wake up Kelly and P. Good luck with your boyfriend)

“Max, hoe vaak moet ik nog zeggen dat Lando en ik gewoon vrienden zijn” (Max, how often do I have to tell you that Lando and I are just friends) you said, rolling your eyes.

"Als jij jezelf niet zo voor de gek hield, waren jullie al lang samen" (If you didn't keep lying to yourself, you two would have dated a long time already) and with a last chuckle, he hung up.

You flopped back onto your bed, your mind racing, Lando’s texts still staring at you from the screen. Your fingers shook as you picked up your phone again, reading his words over and over, your stomach flipping with nerves and something else, something hotter, more dangerous.

With a deep breath, you tried to shake it off. Lando was just drunk, you told yourself. He didn’t mean it. It didn’t mean anything… Right? But the way your heart fluttered at the thought of him thinking about you like that, the way your skin prickled with excitement at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way…

You forced yourself to put the phone down, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the wild thoughts racing through your mind. It was late, and you needed to sleep. But as you drifted off, your dreams were anything but peaceful. Lando's words echoed in your mind, and you found yourself imagining all the things he might have done while thinking about you, the way he might have said your name, the way his hands might have—

You woke up, flustered and breathless, your body tingling in a way that was all too familiar. The morning sun was peeking through the curtains, but all you could think about was Lando, and the way his words made you feel things you’d tried so hard to ignore.

Around the same time, somewhere in Monaco, Lando jolts awake.

"Fuck" the single word comes out as a hiss, his head pounding from the hangover. His phone screen glares back at him, a series of messages and a notification from Max catching his blurry gaze. He squints, his heart starting to race as fragmented memories of the night before come flooding back.

He fumbles to unlock his phone, praying he didn’t do what he thinks he did. But the evidence is right there, the bold lettering of your name above the most mortifying message he could ever have sent, full of typos, but easily desiphered as 'Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you… with my hand down my pants?'

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mutters, running a hand through his messy curls, anxiety flooding his system. What the fuck had he done? His fingers move of their own accord, tapping out a frantic apology.

Lando: Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry.

You: Good morning to you too. How is your headache? 😉

He cringes at the situation, a mix of playful and mocking. His mind races, grasping at straws to somehow make this situation less embarrassing.

Lando: I don’t even remember sending that. I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, pretty sure I wasn't thinking at all. I didn’t mean it.

A lie. He did mean it. But he’s not ready to admit that just yet.

You: Oh, you definitely weren’t thinking, lol. But hey, maybe you should apologize to Max too, since you apparently spilled some beans about me to him. 😆

Lando’s eyes widen, horror painting his features. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, rubbing his forehead. He types back, heart racing.

Lando: What did I say? Please tell me I didn’t—

You: Relax, nothing too scandalous. Just enough for Max to find it disgusting.

Despite himself, a small laugh escapes his lips. He can picture Max’s reaction, the exaggerated gagging, the inevitable jokes he’ll have to endure.

Lando: I’m so sorry. Are you mad at me? I don’t want you to think I’m some idiot who can’t control himself.

You: Nah, I’m not mad. You were drunk, it’s not like you meant it anyway, right?

He swallows hard, your words hitting too close to home. A dry response forms on his screen.

Lando: Yeah, sure.

But deep down, he knows it’s not true. He’d thought about you like that more times than he cared to admit, a dangerous longing simmering beneath the surface of your friendship.

You: Hey, at least now I know I looked hot in yesterday’s bikini post.

Heat floods his cheeks. You’re playing it off, but there’s a hint of something in your words, a subtle curiosity. He swallows, fingers hovering over the keyboard before he types back, heart pounding.

Lando: Stating the obvious.

He can’t help the grin tugging at his lips as he imagines your reaction. It’s risky, but you don’t seem upset, and he’s willing to test the waters.

You: Oh? So you think I’m hot?

Lando: Didn’t know that was up for debate.

He’s toeing the line, the thrill of it sending a spark through him.

Lando: U really not mad? I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.

You: Mad? Nah. Flattered, maybe.

He blinks at your response, surprise mingling with a rush of arousal. Flattered? His mind reels, thoughts scrambling as he tries to figure out what to say next.

You: I have to admit tho, when I first got that message, I thought you’d sent something different than my own instagram post…🤭

His breath catches, heart skipping a beat. The implication is clear, and he feels himself growing hard at the mere thought of you expecting a more explicit photo from him. He shifts uncomfortably, typing out a teasing response.

Lando: So, you’re saying you opened it anyway, even though you thought I sent you a spicy picture? 😉

You: Shut up.

He laughs, imagining the flustered look on your face. It’s too easy to picture, and he leans back against his pillows, biting his lip.

Lando: Where are you?

You: In bed. Why?

Lando's breath got caught in his throat. A dangerous idea takes root in his mind, one that’s equally thrilling and terrifying. He knows he should stop, should draw the line before it goes too far. But something in your responses, the playful edge, the hint of curiosity, makes him want to push further.

Lando: Just curious. 😉

His mind races, and before he can second-guess himself, he snaps a quick photo. It’s not much,—just him lying back on his bed, shirt unbuttoned halfway, his abs on display and his hair a mess. He was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, apparently not changed out of it. But there’s something undeniably suggestive in the way he looks at the camera, the flush on his cheeks, a knowing smile on his lips as he sends it with a caption.

Lando: I can send you one for real if you want to see one.

His heart hammers in his chest as he waits for your response, the seconds dragging by agonizingly slowly. Then your reply comes in, teasing and playful.

You: Kinda daring coming from the guy who was apologizing 10 minutes ago for accidentally sending his best friend a text about thinking about her with his hand down his pants😉

Your words send a thrill through him, the boldness of it, the way you’re not backing down. He can’t resist pushing a little further, fingers trembling with anticipation.

Lando: You didn’t seem too disgusted by it.

The moment stretches out, his breath catching as he waits for your reply. The tightness in his dress pants becoming significantly worde.

When it comes, it’s more than he expected. 

You: I wasn’t. Actually, it was kinda hot.🫣

His eyes widen, arousal spiking as he reads your words again and again, disbelieving. Is this really happening? 

Lando: Yeah?

You: Yeah.

He swallows hard, a wicked idea forming in his mind. He glances down at the growing bulge in his pants, his arousal straining against the fabric. His hand moves almost on its own, snapping a quick picture of his hand palming himself through his dress pants, the outline of his erection unmistakable.

Lando: What about this? Still hot?

Your response is almost immediate.

You: Fuck, yes.

The words send a shiver down his spine, desire flaring as he imagines your reaction, the way you must be looking at your phone. He wants more, needs more.

Lando: Your turn.

There’s a pause, then a photo comes through. His breath hitches at the sight of you, flushed and flustered, the soft curve of your cleavage visible just above the red lace of your bra. It wasn't too naughty, but enough to send Lando reeling. 

He groans, his hand moving down to rub himself through his pants, a low moan escaping him as he imagines what’s beneath that thin fabric.

Lando: Fuck, babe, you’re killing me.

You: Good.

The playfulness in your response only fuels his desire, and he knows he should stop, should take a breath before this spirals out of control. But he doesn’t want to. Instead, he hits record on his camera, aiming it down at his crotch as he begins to palm himself through the fabric.

The video is short, just a few seconds of him rubbing himself, a low groan slipping from his lips. He ends it with a whispered “fuck,” his hand slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to give himself a teasing stroke before the video cuts off.

He sends it without thinking, heart racing as he imagines you watching it, the way your breath might hitch, the way you might bite your lip.

You: You’re really enjoying that, huh?

His breath hitched at your words, every sensation heightened as he slowly works himself up and down inside his dress pants, unable to contain the soft groans leaving his lips.

Lando: I do. Feels amazing... I wish you were here with me.

His hand is shaking now as he types out his next message, his arousal growing with every word.

Lando: Show me more.

There’s a beat of silence, and then another picture comes through. This one is more daring, more revealing. You’re under the blankets, one leg exposed, the other hidden beneath the covers. The waistband of your red panties is just visible above the edge of your blanket, your hand resting suggestively on your lower stomach, fingers reaching just into your panties.

Lando: Fuck, babe, that's so hot

Lando's breath catches as he stares at the photo you sent, his mind racing with all the things he wants to say, all the things he wants to do. He decided to take the leap and press the button to send you a facetime request. You accept it almost immediately, his heart pounding as your face fills the screen. You look flustered, lips slightly parted, and he swallows hard.

“Hi,” you say, your voice breathless, almost shy.

“You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that?” Lando murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he admired your flushed face.

You blush, your eyes darting away from the screen for a moment before you look back at him. “I think you’re the one who’s supposed to be embarrassed right now, not me.”

He grins, the playful tone of your voice sending another jolt of arousal through him. “Oh, trust me, I’m plenty embarrassed. But I’m also…” He hesitates, his gaze dropping down for a moment before he meets your eyes again, his voice dropping to a lower, huskier tone. “... really turned on.”

Your breath catches, and he watches as you shift on the bed, the movement causing the camera to reveal a little bit more of your cleavage and the red lace bra you were wearing. His eyes are drawn to the exposed skin, mesmerized by your body.

“What are you wearing?” The question slips out before he can stop it, his eyes dark with desire.

You glance down at yourself, then back at him, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Not much.”

He groans, his hand tightening around his phone. As he speaks, his other hand drifts back down, brushing over the ever-growing bulge in his pants again. “Can I see?” The words are thick with anticipation, his voice trembling slightly as he palms himself, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through him. He bites his lip, letting out a quiet moan that he can’t quite suppress.

You hesitate, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you consider his request. Then, slowly, you change your camera angle and pull the blanket down just a little, revealing the soft skin of your stomach, the red lace of your panties, the soft curve of your thigh. Lando feels a jolt of arousal shooting through him, and he has to bite back a groan. It’s just enough to tease, to make him want more. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” His voice is rough, strained, as he shifts on the bed, the fabric of his pants suddenly feeling too tight, too restrictive. His hand presses harder against his length, his breath hitching as the friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

You giggle, your eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “You like what you see?”

“Like?” He shakes his head, his eyes glued to the screen. “I fucking love it.”

Your cheeks flush a deeper red, and you lean back a little, giving him an even better view of your body. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight of you, the way the red lace clings to your skin, the hint of cleavage peeking out from beneath your bra. He can see the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the anticipation, the arousal clear in your eyes.

“Your turn,” you murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to send his heart racing.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one hand still holding his phone, he shifts back on the bed, his other hand moving to the waistband of his pants. His fingers fumble with the button, his hands shaking slightly as he pops it open, his eyes never leaving your face.

Your breath hitches as he unzips his pants, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. He pauses for a moment, his eyes flicking up to yours, seeking permission. When you nod, he slides his hand into his boxers, his breath coming out in a shaky exhale as he wraps his fingers around his length.

“Fuck…” The word slips out as he strokes himself slowly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he forces them open again, needing to see your reaction. His voice trembles, laced with a mix of desire and restraint, each moan escaping his lips growing louder as he quickens his pace.

Your eyes are wide, your lips slightly parted as you watch him, your hand moving down towards your panties on their own accord, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric “Fuck, that's hot, Lando…”

He groans at the sound of his name on your lips, his boxers now pushed low enough to reveal his cock, hand moving faster, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him. “Touch yourself for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Please.”

You bite your lip, waiting just a moment before you slip your hand beneath the waistband of your panties, a soft gasp escaping you as your fingers make contact. The sight of you, the way your body arches slightly, the soft, breathless sounds you make, is almost too much for him.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking hot…” His voice is barely more than a growl as he watches you, his own hand moving faster, the pleasure building inside him, threatening to spill over.

“What would you do to me if I was right there?” you ask, your voice a breathless whisper.

His eyes darken, his grip tightening around himself. “I’d start by kissing you, slowly… working my way down your body.” His voice is rough, each word laced with longing. “I’d touch you everywhere, make you feel so good. Then I’d…” his words getting cut off by his own moan.

“Tell me,” you encourage, your own voice trembling with need.

“I’d bury my face between your legs, make you scream my name,” he groans, his strokes becoming more erratic as he imagines it, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of you. “F-Fuck, I want you so bad.”

You moan at his words, your fingers moving faster as you picture it, your body aching for his touch. “Lando, I…”

“Keep going,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you’d do to me.”

“I’d touch you,” you breathe, your voice trembling as your fingers move in sync with his. “I’d wrap my fingers around you, just like you’re doing now… make you feel so good, Lan”

He whimpers at your words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he imagines it, the sensation of your touch almost too real. “Fuck, Y/N, I need you…”

“Imagine it’s my hand, Lan” you whisper, your voice laced with seduction. “Imagine I’m right there with you…”

His moans grow louder, his hips bucking into his hand as he follows your words, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of you. “I’m so close…”

“Me too,” you whisper, your breath hitching as you feel the pleasure building, your body trembling with anticipation.

“God, you’re amazing,” he pants, his voice filled with praise as he watches you, every movement driving him closer to the edge. “You’re so perfect… I want you so bad…”

Your voice is a breathless moan as you reach the brink, your body arching off the bed as the pleasure consumes you "F-Fuck, Lan, I'm coming"

“Fuck, baby, I’m right there with you…” His voice is ragged, his body tensing as he teeters on the edge, every muscle tightening in anticipation. You watch, breathless, as his hand moves faster, more desperately, his grip tightening around his length.

Then, with a strangled moan, he tips over the edge. His hips jerk, and his head falls back against the pillows as he cums, thick ropes of it spilling out and covering his abdomen. You can see the way his abs contract with each pulse, his hand still working himself through every last wave of pleasure, milking himself until he’s spent. His eyes remain locked on yours, his breathing heavy, a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire in his gaze as you both ride the waves of your shared climax.

For a few moments, the only sound is your ragged breathing, both of you staring at each other through the screen, the intensity of what just happened hanging heavy in the air.

“Fuck…” He laughs breathlessly, his head falling back against the pillows as he runs a hand through his hair. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finish for him, your own laughter bubbling up, your cheeks still flushed, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. “Holy shit, Lando…”

“Yeah.” He grins, his heart still racing as he looks at you, the reality of what you just did slowly sinking in. “Are you… okay?”

You nod, your smile softening as you look at him. “Yeah, I’m okay. More than okay.”

His heart swells at your words, relief flooding through him. He’s about to say something else when you shift on the bed, the blanket slipping down a little further, giving him a glimpse of your bare shoulder.

“Lando,” you murmur, your eyes meeting his through the screen, a mischievous glint in your gaze. “If that was just a taste, I can’t wait to see what happens when we’re see each other again.”

The promise in your words sends a shiver down his spine, his mind racing at the thought of having you, really having you, right in front of him. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea what you’re doing to me…” His voice is a low whisper, his eyes still dark with desire.

“Maybe I have an idea,” you tease, your smile widening as you settle back against the pillows, your gaze never leaving his. “When I fly back to Monaco in a few days, maybe you should pick me up from the airport... and then we can do this again, but then in real life”

His heart skips a beat at your words, excitement and anticipation flooding through him. “You mean that?”

You nod, your smile softening, your eyes filled with a tenderness that makes his chest ache. “Yeah, I mean that. I want you, Lando. All of you.”

His breath catches, the sincerity in your voice, the way you’re looking at him, making his heart race. He knows, in that moment, that this isn’t just about sex, about fulfilling a desire that’s been simmering beneath the surface for years. It’s about more, so much more.

“Y/N… there’s something else I need to tell you,” he says, his voice steady but laced with emotion.

Your gaze softens, sensing the seriousness in his tone. “What is it, Lando?”

He hesitates for just a moment, gathering his thoughts before he continues. “I’ve been in love with you for so long. It’s not just about my text last night or about what we just did. I've been feeling like this for a while. It’s everything. Every time we’ve laughed together, every time you’ve supported me, every time I’ve seen you smile... I’ve been falling for you more and more.”

You feel your heart swell at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. Finally ready to admit it out loud. “Lando... I’ve felt the same way. I’ve just been too scared to admit it.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief washing over him. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. I’ve wanted to say something for so long, but I was afraid I’d ruin what we have.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” you say softly. “If anything, you’ve made it better.”

A wide smile spreads across his face, his eyes shining with emotion. “I’ve never been so thankful for getting drunk.”

You laugh, the sound light and filled with joy. “Me neither, Lando. Me neither.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence, both of you just taking in the reality of what’s been confessed.

“So… when I fly back to Monaco in a few days, maybe we could start something real?” you suggest, your voice hopeful.

“I’d like that,” he replies, his heart swelling with happiness. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Then it’s a plan,” you say, a smile tugging at your lips.

"God, I wish I could kiss you now" he whispered, a small hint of disappointment in his voice.

And with that, you both know that this is just the beginning of something truly special, something that’s been waiting to happen for far too long.

Sequel

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[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Simon’s mind was in a daze, unable to form a coherent thought as your lips moved against his. He hovered above you, his arms on either side of your head preventing you from escaping him.

“Simon.” You murmured against his lips, your fingers tightening their hold in his dirty brown locks. You fucking loved when Simon was like this. Needy, and desperate.

Simon gave a low hum in response, his hips grinding against yours, his cock practically throbbing inside of the confines of his jeans.

His tongue expertly explored your mouth, the wet muscle massaging against yours as soft moans emitted from his lips. He ground himself again, against you, his cock rubbing against your soaked panties causing you to cry out.

You let your head fall back slightly, the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against your clothed heat was almost too much for you. “Simon, please.”

But Simon was too far gone to hear your soft pleas, his mind focused solely on covering every inch of your exposed skin with his lips. His hot breath fanned against your neck, before his teeth bit down harshly against the skin.

Simon reveled in the thought of marking you, images of you covered in bruises left by his mouth filling his every thought. He let his mouth move lower, his tongue tracing along the expanse of your belly.

His eyes wandered to the wet spot forming on your panties, and felt his cock twitch in his pants. The smell of you alone had his brain nearly short circuiting, and he had to fucking get a taste.

He settled his head between your legs, his mouth practically watering at the thought of finally tasting you. He heard you whimper softly, and chuckled to himself before pressing a kiss to your soaked panties. “This all for me, pretty girl?”

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your eyes flitting shut as you felt Simon’s finger pull your panties aside, giving him full access to your soaked core. “P-please.”

A small smirk lined Simon’s lips before he ran his tongue along your folds, his eyes squeezing shut at the taste of you on his tongue. He couldn’t fucking believe he didn’t do this sooner with you. One fucking taste of your sweet pussy had him fucking hooked.

You heard a small tear, and opened your eyes to Simon throwing your now torn panties to the side of the room. Before you could let out a protest, Simon’s face was buried back in between your legs, his tongue lapping at your soaked folds at a frenzied pace.

Your fingers found solace in his hair once more, giving harsh tugs every so often as Simon continued to lap at your cunt like a man starved. The sounds filling the room were simply sinful, his mouth devouring every drop of arousal that coated your heat.

You could feel his hands tighten against the plush flesh of your thighs, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue dipped into your aching hole.

Simon’s eyes flitted shut, his cock throbbing in his jeans to the point it was becoming painful. But he simply didn’t care, he wanted nothing more than to feel, to taste you cum on his tongue.

You gave another firm tug on his hair, pulling his face even closer to your pussy. “Simon, fuck!”

It was as if time stilled in that moment, as Simon felt a rush of heat coarse throughout his body. His cock no longer throbbed painfully, instead it pulsed against the confines of his boxers, coating the fabric with thick ropes of cum.

“Fuck!” Simon cursed against your core, his face pulling away ever so slightly as his body trembled. His cheeks burned crimson, his mouth still sheen with your slick.

His eyes met yours, and felt the warmth build once again in his belly at the pure look of lust on your face. Without skipping a beat, Simon’s tongue returned to your folds once more, his tongue now coated once more in your arousal.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue, sweet girl. Then you can help me clean up my mess.”

[hhoneylemon]

‘cause i lo-lo-love the chase

summary: you finally kiss your best friend after burgers and slushies. he’s ecstatic. 2k words.

inspired by this song and post

mark is sick to his stomach.

he feels like a pervert. every time you hang out, he’s watching you. he watches the way your face lights up as you laugh, how you apply lip balm every now and then, the face you make when you focus on the show playing on the tv.

his crush on you is embarrassing. could he even call it a crush at this point? he’d throw himself in front of a car for you. you probably wouldn’t even feel special if he said that, he’d do that for any civilian to make sure they were safe. feelings suck.

is it enough that he waits when each seance dog episode comes out so he can watch it with you when you’re free? he stays off of social media until then, opting for going flying, studying extra, watching random shows he’s never heard of. the gritting feeling of want and anticipation are almost unbearable. note the word almost; the way you ask him to explain something to you, listening to his dorky ramble, the way you sit side-to-side with him on the couch while watching, the way you give truthful opinions about the episode you’d just watched with him. you make it all worth it.

he loves you. he realized he did a long time ago, then decided to hold that in him and ‘wait for the right time.’ he regrets that sentiment when he watches you go out with other guys, a harsh grip squeezing his heart just to throw it to the ground and stepping on it repeatedly.

at least the relationships never lasted. at least he was always there to pick you back up with a hug and the offer to watch a terrible movie to get over it. it’s never failed to work.

now, mark sits on your bedroom floor as he scribbles down the answers to your current homework assignment. you sit on your bed, hands thrown up as you complain about one of your teachers. he’s only half listening, trying to focus on the work to complete it.

“and she lost the paper, but somehow it’s my fault? now i’m knocked down a whole letter grade because she isn’t good at her job. i literally have a witness who saw me turn it in.”

mark nods in response, finishing his paper. he leans his head back onto your mattress, looking up at you. he offers a dopey grin. you offer a small smile in exchange before sliding off the bed and sitting beside him on the floor.

“sounds shitty. i hope you can do make up work to bring it up.”

“yeah.”

you murmur in response, grunting in annoyance. mark takes a moment to soak your image into his memory. the setting sun is casting a golden glow onto your skin, illuminating and shadowing the right parts of your face. he finds his mouth has gone dry.

“it’s almost dinnertime. you might wanna get home to your mom, mark.”

you twist to face him better, a kind warmth appearing on your face. he nods, almost disappointed. he grabs his school bag, standing with a little grunt of effort. you stand and follow him to your window, unlocking it for him as he slips into the straps of his bag. he smiles at you with a sickening sweetness.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

you nod as he climbs out, watching him with quiet fondness. the way the soft breeze ruffles his hair has you in a chokehold, the puppy-like look on his face as he debates leaving or staying longer in his mind. he hovers off of your room, feet kicked behind his thighs as he looks at you.

“yeah. burger mart, right?”

he grins, nodding. the way his eyes crinkle at the corners has your heart beating a little faster. 

“yep, sounds good. bye!”

mark takes off into the sky. you watch him until you’ve lost sight of him. that’s when you close and lock your window, sitting on your bed and pulling out your phone while waiting until you hear your mom calling you to come eat dinner.

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mark hates his life.

he kept you waiting! he got sidetracked stopping a bank shooting as invincible. he was twenty minutes late as he jogged into burger mart, scanning the tables to try and find you.

you sat alone in a booth in the far corner, sipping on a slushy. he slides into the seat across from you, offering an apologetic look.

“sorry, i was superhero-ing.”

“all good.”

you grin, biting at your bottom lip. a few chuckles escape you as you point at him.

“your, uh, shirt is backwards.”

mark looks down. the pattern of his tee was missing, not to mention the tag sticking out of his collar. he sighs, ears turning red in embarrassment. he then struggles with sliding his arms into his sleeves and turning the shirt around, fixing it. you smile in amusement the whole time, holding back a laugh. he was cute. and a loser.

“ugh. whatever. what do you want to eat, i’ll pay for it.”

your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head.

“you don’t have to, it’s okay.”

you begin standing, only for him to hold up a hand. he rises to his feet and shimmies out of the booth, already pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind, really.”

you nibble on your bottom lip, but give in anyways. you tell mark your usual order and he walks to the counter to order. he comes back in a few minutes, an exasperated look on his face.

“i’m so glad i don’t work here anymore. the cashier looked like her life was sucked outta her. i know the feeling.”

you laugh in response, relaxing into the booth. you forgot what it was like to hang out with mark.  it was like a warm hug; comforting and safe, you could tell him anything and he would only mildly judge you, then he would offer terrible advice after.

one of the employees beings over a paper bag that contained your food. the two of you spend a long time chatting in the booth, long after you finish eating. mark only ushers you out after he noticed his old manager had clocked in.

“i wasn’t done my slushy.”

you complain, walking beside him down the street. he offers an apologetic smile.

“we can get one from somewhere else. there’s a 7/11 a few blocks down?”

“sounds good.”

he nods, the two of you falling back into a comfortable silence. you travel downtown, finding the 24 hour store that hides with a few unused buildings. a nail salon sits beside it, currently closed after a villain was thrown through one of the walls. across the street is a parking garage, presumably for the places people work at down the block.

mark grabs your wrist, pulling you into the 7/11 with a laugh.

“what’s so interesting about the parking garage? you scared tether tyrant is hiding in there?”

you playfully roll your eyes, following him to the slushy machine. the blue raspberry is out of order, as always. the revelation makes mark groan and clutch his forehead, as if his two other favorite flavors aren’t in stock.

you grab a medium cup and reach for your favorite flavor, causing his nose to shrivel.

“be adventurous. get the root beer, it’s so good. trust.”

“i will not trust, mark.”

you laugh at him, filling the cup halfway. just to make him smile, you fill the other half with root beer. you get the desired outcome, mark’s face housing a gentle smile as he reaches for his own cup to fill.

when you got to the cashier, he cheated. he murmured something about tether tyrant in the parking garage—of course you looked outside, nervous, as though a superhero wasn’t standing right beside you. you looked back to berate him for tricking you, just to see he’s already paid.

he walks you outside with a grin, sipping from his slushy. you reach over and nudge his shoulder with your own, rolling your eyes. 

“you’re insufferably a gentleman.”

he raises an eyebrow, a his grin turning teasing.

“such big words coming from you.”

you groan and massage your temples with your free hand. he’s such a dork.

the two of you lean against the wall of the 7/11, making small talk as you sip from your slushies. he had gotten mountain dew and cherry, his other two favorites. they stained his tongue a weird shade when he sticks it out at you after you poke fun of him. you smile weakly in turn.

maybe this would be your end. the sunset illuminating his features, him animatedly talking about who knows what, smelling like citrus and mint and something so incredibly mark.

you nervously fiddle with the pockets of your pants as you walk to the nearby trashcan. you throw your cup away before mark’s right at your side, throwing his away as well. his mouth is still moving, though you’ve long lost what he’s been saying. the two of you walk into the parking lot while he continues talking, and them he smiles.

oh, it’s devastating. your heart stutters in your chest. your brain stops working. you do something stupid.

your hands find his cheeks. his eyes widen and his mouth finally stops moving, his cheeks turning pink. you pull him close and your lips meet.

it’s slow, soft. his lips are cold from the slushy. he tastes like mountain dew and cherries. you feel him move, so you open your eyes and part your guys’ lips. mark’s eyes open in confusion, only to widen when you begin laughing.

“oh, mark.”

he’s confused. but, oh, are you shorter than usual? he looks closer and—he’s not even on the ground. his entire face flushes as he touches back down, hands gently resting on your hips.

“god, that’s embarrassing.”

“do i kiss that good? you gonna fly away if i do it again, fly boy?”

he averts his gaze for a moment, shutting his eyes. he can’t believe you’re bullying him over this—

“do it again?”

his eyes fly open and he turns to look at you. your own eyes widen in response, a tad of uncertainty appearing in your eyes and creeping around in your brain.

“shit, sorry. i won’t do it again, sorry, i just—“

mark leans in, lips pressing softly to yours. he gently sighs against you, savoring the flavor of you. he loves root beer.

he pulls away when he needs air, eyes fluttering open to take in the sight of you. you’re beautiful. he smiles big, happiness radiating off of him in waves.

“i can walk you home now.”

“alright.”

you walk beside him, walking the few blocks to get back to your house. he walks you all the way up to tour door before stopping you, grabbing you by the wrist. he offers a gentle smile.

“hey. i hope this means something. like—i can take you out soon?”

a smile hints at your lips. you nod, arms wrapping around his neck.

“sounds good.”

mark leans in and kisses you for a third time that night. this time, his lips can’t help but form a smile. he can’t help if he lifts off the ground again, either. he also can’t help that he brought you up with him, slowly spinning the two of you together.

he drops back down, thumbs gently rubbing against the flesh of your hips. his forehead finds yours as he bites his bottom lip.

“same time on friday?”

you snort, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“sure thing, fly boy.”

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[bbyg4rl]

maybe.. jj with a breeding kink?

cw: jj x reader, established relationship, smut !

summary: you joke about having a food baby, so JJ gives you a real baby. Inspired by request ! MDNI.

< oral f. receiving, little slap on thighs(?), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink, praise >

“Ugh, it’s like I have a food baby,” you joked to Sarah, grinning as she chuckled in response. It was meant to be nothing more than a lighthearted comment, just a silly remark about overeating. But little did you know, that one simple joke would change everything.

Your words reached JJ’s ears, pulling his attention away from whatever conversation he was having with Pope. The moment you referred to yourself as a mother, even if it was just to a “food baby,” something in him shifted.

The idea of you pregnant, carrying his baby, sent a wave of arousal through him. His mind spiraled, suddenly consumed by images of you swollen with his child, glowing, utterly his. He swallowed hard, shifting in his seat as he tried to focus on anything else—but it was too late. The thought had taken root, and there was no pushing it away now.

By the time you both had retreated to his room at the Chateau, the tension in his pants was unbearable. Every brush of your skin against his, every glance exchanged had only fueled the fire burning inside him. He could hardly think straight. Overpowered with the need to have you.

The moment the door shut behind him, his restraint shattered. He couldn’t wait any longer. All he wanted was to push you onto the bed and fuck a baby into you. “Fuckin' got me losing my mind all day,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in as he buries himself in the crook of your neck.

“Oh?” You giggled at the sudden attention, but the amusement faded the moment he lifted his head and locked eyes with you.

His baby-blue irises were blown wide, they looked dark and hungry, sending a shiver down your spine. The look on his face was almost terrifying, pure, unfiltered need etched into every feature, the kind of look that sent heat pooling in your stomach.

“Want me to make you a real mama, baby?” he coos, his voice soft yet laced with something darker, something possessive.

His hands slide down to your stomach, fingertips pressing gently into your abdomen. The touch is subtle but deliberate, sending a shiver through you. When he applies the slightest pressure, a soft moan escapes your lips. His eyes darken even more at the sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you squirm beneath his touch.

His hands find your hips, guiding you until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. The air between you is thick with tension, every step making your pulse race. With an effortless motion, he roughly pushes you down onto the mattress, following closely as he climbs over you. His hands fall down to your thighs, gripping them as he pulls your legs around his waist. He trails slow, teasing nips from your lips down to your navel, undressing you along the way, his touch teasing and unhurried.

“Jay, please—” you whine, squirming beneath him as his hands hover over your pussy, barely touching—just enough to drive you crazy. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, clearly enjoying how easily he has you begging.

“So pretty” he whispers as his mouth finds purpose in between your legs, he licks a long stripe along your slit. Making you moan loudly at the sensation. He slides his thick fingers into your sobbing cunt, curling them just the right amount to send ripples of pleasure through you at every thrust. Pride blooms in his chest as you come undone around his fingers.

“Pretty, pretty pussy” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. The vibrations from his voice send a wave of heat through your body, every syllable sinking deep into your nerves.

A gasp slips from your lips as he blows cold air onto your clit before circling his tongue around your pulsing, swollen bud. He latches his lips onto it as he sucks, making your back arch from the feeling. You can practically feel the proud smirk he has on. Sucking and licking as he moves his head side to side.

The combined feel of his fingers thrusting into you and his attention on your clit has an orgasm bubbling through you in no time. A sharp, loud moan leaves your mouth as you reach your high.

“Such a good pussy huh? beggin' me to fill it up” he murmurs, the filth he's spewing shoots straight through you, sending a shiver down your spine. Your thighs instinctively tighten around his head, your body trembles from the overwhelming pleasure.

He finally pushes himself up, his movements slow and deliberate as he climbs on top of you again. His shark tooth necklace hovers over your face, the warmth of his skin radiating against you as his face inches closer. He lifts your legs up, hooking them over his shoulders.

His strong arms hold your legs up as he leans down to kiss you, folding you in half in the process. He reaches one hand down, index and middle finger on either side of your folds, stretching your sticky hole as he bullies himself in, inch by inch.

Your back is arched like a bow string drawn too tight, your walls pulsing, struggling to adjust to the intrusion. He doesn't let you adjust fully, he needs you now. He pulls out, only to thrust back in quickly, setting in an unrelenting, almost punishing pace. His arms flex around your legs, tasty biceps tense around you as he pushes your legs up even higher, making space for his dick.

“Gonna fuck you pregnant, mama” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, each word laced with intent. He gives your ankles a kiss as his thrusts grow harder and harder. pulling out until only the tip is in, only to slam back in with full force. He's splitting you open as if you were a pistachio. His dick twitches in you with every moan that slips out of your mouth.

“You gonna have my kids?” he rasps between heavy breaths, his voice low and teasing. You nod at his words but you're quickly met with a smack on your thigh as response. “Use your words” He orders, rubbing a soothing hand over the skin he had just smacked.

“Y-yes, I'm gonna have your kids,” You stammer out as your brain threatens to turn into mush, the pleasure flooding your senses.

He gives you a kiss on your forehead while his thrusts grow needier. His pace is frantic as he nears his release. “So good f'me,” He says against your forehead as his hand reaches in betwen the tangled mess of limbs to find your clit.

He rubs tight circles on your bud, putting enough pressure to make your eyes roll back into your head and push your hips up in need for more. “Have all my babies, darlin',” He pants, “Wanna see this belly all full” his grip tightens on your legs as a lazy smirk tugs at his lips, eyes locked onto how your face twists in pleasure.

His whispers are enough to push you to orgasm again, your walls clench and spasm around him as your release hits you, your vision turning spotty as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

A loud moan erupts from JJ's throat, “Take all of it—Fuck—” he whimpers, burying himself as deep as he could go, filling you up with spurts of his sticky cum. Thick, hot ropes of white shoot so deep into your womb that you could swear you felt in your throat.

He pulls out slowly, the loss of warmth leaving a shiver in its wake, before pushing himself off the bed. His movements are hurried as he runs a hand through his messy hair, glancing around the room. Spotting your scattered clothes, he picks up your panties, tossing them onto the bed with a smirk.

He strides toward you with slow, deliberate steps, his gaze locked onto you like a predator closing in on its prey. He takes your lacy panties and shoves them into your sensitive, leaking cunt. The unexpected feeling making you whimper.

He laps up all of his cum that had already leaked out with his fingers, smearing it around your pussy.

“Can’t let anything go to waste” he chuckles, slipping back into bed beside you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his fingers reach back to rub circles on your clit. With a satisfied sigh, he presses his face into your neck, giving you featherlight kisses along the sensitive expanse of skin. He wasn't done yet.

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[uppersidedreaminnn]

ENOUGH FOR YOU ★ S.JY

SYNOPSIS: jake has been on tour for two months now. awhile you should feel happy for him. your boyfriend living his dream, performing in front of thousands, city after city—there’s something else growing inside you. a quiet, creeping insecurity that he’s slowly slipping away.

PAIRING: idol!sim jaeyun x reader

GENRE: angst, hurt & comfort, feelings of insecurities, long distance relationship.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

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the soft breeze brushes against your skin as you make your way home, the sky above dipped in rich pinks and oranges. it’s a beautiful afternoon—the kind that should make you feel at peace. and in some ways, it does. you smile to yourself, still floating from a client meeting that went surprisingly well. for once, the day felt like a win.

but just as you reach your apartment building, something stops you in your tracks.

a dog. a golden retriever, chasing after a ball that rolls to a stop right by your feet. his golden fur gleams in the light, tail wagging, tongue hanging out joyfully. you chuckle and crouch down, picking up the ball and tossing it again. the dog watches you intently before dashing after it like a bullet.

you pause, watching him go.

the golden retriever reminds you of jake.

that same playful energy, that same affectionate sparkle in his eyes. that warm, golden presence that always filled up any room he was in — and lately, one you’ve been missing more than you care to admit.

still smiling from the interaction, you make your way upstairs to your apartment, the image of the retriever lingering in your mind. as soon as you’re inside, you settle into the couch and reach for your phone almost instinctively. jake.

your fingers hover above the keyboard, wondering if he’ll even have time to read it. but you decide to text him anyway.

"hi, baby."

you pause, taking a moment to type your next words.

"you’re probably really busy... anyway, i had a good day today—something went right for once."

you add a smile emoji. then:

"oh, and i saw a golden retriever on my way up. he reminded me of you."

you chuckle softly at yourself.

"the universe keeps finding ways to remind me that you’re not here."

then, after a pause:

"don’t forget to rest, okay? and eat something before the show. i can’t wait to see you perform tonight. good luck, baby."

you stare at the screen for a second before sending it. you were about to get up when another thought strikes you, and you add:

“i’m proud of you.”

it’s been over six hours.

three since enhypen’s concert ended.

you’re in bed now, phone on your chest, the quiet glow of your room doing nothing to calm your nerves.

you know firsthand how busy jake is.

you know this is what dating an idol looks like—crazy schedules, endless traveling, demanding rehearsals.

you know.

but it doesn’t stop the ache from building in your chest. because it wasn’t just this text. it hasn’t just been today. it’s been happening a lot lately—short replies, late responses, sometimes none at all.

out of instinct, you grab your phone and open social media, hoping to feel some sort of presence from him. you scroll through the fancams and concert clips from today. you pause when you see jake. your heart swells at the sight of him on stage, glowing, confident, ethereal.

you continue scrolling until an upload catches your eye.

a video. a fan holding their banner that reads: “jake, i love you. say it back.”

and jake... he reads it. smiles. winks. says it back into the mic with that playful charm you fell in love with.

"i love you," he says, voice soft and flirty, the crowd screaming in return.

you try to brush it off.

but then you keep scrolling through the account. her videos are full of clips— him smiling in her direction, glancing her way multiple times.

your chest tightens the longer you watch. it’s not like this is new. you know it’s part of the job. fanservice. it’s expected.

still, something in your chest twists cruelly.

you open the comments, something you knew would do nothing to make you feel better.

"no bc he wants you," the top comment reads. you frown at the remark, but continue scrolling.

"i'd risk it all for jake," another person writes.

"girl, jake was looking at you all night."

you close the app.

you stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. you realize it’s not just that fan interaction that hurt.

it’s the silence from him. the long stretches of not knowing what he’s doing, how he’s feeling, or even if he misses you as much as you miss him.

at first, you were sure you and jake would never be the couple that drifts apart just because you’re physically apart, but now? doubt has crept in, gnawing at you.

you roll over, burying your face in the pillow.

why hasn’t he texted back?

you sink deeper in your bed, your emotions consuming you. you hate feeling like this— clingy, overly sensitive.

you try to remind yourself that you’re his girlfriend, that you matter. but right now, it just feels like you’re fading into the background of his world. like some quiet afterthought.

the night passes with no reply.

the next day isn’t much better. you decide to distract yourself with work, smile when needed, pretend like you’re not checking your phone every twenty minutes. pretending you’re not crumbling a little more inside, as you see your last messages to him.

it’s late in the evening now. you’re on the couch, laptop open, busying yourself with work, when your phone rings faintly from the other side. you reach for it instantly, eyes reading who the caller is.

jake.

your heart leaps, your thumb freezing just before answering. you take a beat too long and the call ends before you could even answer. you stare at the screen, waiting for another call.

minutes pass.

no call back.

you slump into the couch, your chest heavy with disappointment.

you don’t even know how long you sit there—just watching the screen like it might somehow blink to life on its own.

eventually, you open your messages app and text him.

"hey… just checking in. why didn’t you call back?"

you don’t expect a response, already in the motion to closing your phone.

but then—he reads it. and a few seconds later, three dots appear on the screen, a reply.

"hi. i’ll call back now, baby."

and he does. his name flashes across the screen again. you answer this time, even though your heart is beating painfully in your chest.

"hi," you whisper.

"hey," jake says, his voice soft.

you take in his appearance. his tousled hair, plain shirt draped on and glossy eyes.

he smiles. "i’m just leaving the hotel now. we’re headed out again, so i might not have long."

your smile falters a little.

"oh," you manage to say.

"how have you been?" he asks, eyes lighting up. "did you get that client? what’s her name again?"

you nod slowly. "catherine," you respond. "yeah, we got her."

jake grins at you. "that’s amazing. i knew you would."

you shift slightly. you know now’s the time to express to jake how you’ve been feeling the last few days. who knows when you’ll next be able to talk to him like this. so though the words are heavy on your tongue, you force yourself to speak them.

"jake," you begin, taking a breath. "why haven’t you texted me back?" you ask softly.

his face drops as he registers your words. he bites his lip, clearly caught off guard. you know that habit—it’s what he does when he’s trying to find the right words.

"i’m sorry, y/n," he finally settles on saying. he’s looking at you intently, eyes filled with guilt as realization creeps up on him.

"i got caught up with the guys after the concert. i didn’t even think to check my phone. i didn’t see your messages until just now," he murmurs, almost ashamed.

you nod again, but something in you cracks open, and you don’t have to force the next few words out anymore.

"we’re supposed to be a team, jake," you whisper.

his eyes widen, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the right thing to say.

"i’ve been waiting for you to reach out lately," you breathe out, your voice shaking, but you continue.

"it feels like i’m always the one reaching out. like… like i’m the only one trying sometimes."

"y/n…"

before he can continue, someone off-camera calls his name.

"jake, come one. we gotta go!"

he swallows hard, turning his head to the voice.

"y/n, i promise i’ll message you, okay? please wait for me. just—please?" he says firmly, pleading.

and the screen goes black. the call ends.

you stare at the empty screen, whispering to nothing, "okay."

hours pass, and you’ve already gone to bed for the day.

when you wake up the following morning there’s a string of messages waiting for you, a stark contrast to the lack of messages lately.

"y/n, i know you’re asleep now, but i can’t stop thinking about what you said during the call," the first text reads.

"i don’t even know what to say. i’m so, so sorry. i never meant to make you feel like that."

"i should’ve been better. you’ve always been there for me, and i’ve been letting the distance win. but i never stopped thinking about you."

"you’re right. we’re a team. and i’m going to do better. i need to do better."

"i love you more than anything. please let me prove that."

finally, your eyes read the last message he sent.

"wait’s over, sweetheart. i’m coming home to you."

there’s a photo attached: a blurry photo of a plane ticket, jake’s face peeking in, smiling gently.

your heart stirs—this time not from pain and uncertainty, but from appreciation. you let out a deep breath. he’s making it up to you.

maybe this ache won’t last forever. maybe, just maybe, it was worth waiting for someone like him.

[corameiwrites]

𖦹 my beautiful wife 𖦹

pair: Jason Todd x f!reader

wc: 560

authors note: so the soulmate au with Jason is taking much longer to write than originally expected....so have this somewhat sad blurb while you wait!! (did I have anakin and padmes hill scene in my head while writing this? maybe.)

Exhausted and bleeding out from multiple wounds, the Red Hood collapses onto a rooftop somewhere in Crime Alley. Faintly, he hears Nightwing frantically calling for Batman and the Batmobile over comms. He blinks—but maybe he didn’t, maybe he dozed off for a few seconds—and Nightwing is hovering over him. He knows he should be scared, that he should be fighting tooth and nail to keep his eyes open like the hero–no, Dick is telling him to, but his eyelids are so heavy.

 Slowly, with the dull thrums of pain ebbing away to darkness, he closes his eyes. 

He’s in a field. The sky is the richest blue he’s ever seen, the sun beaming down on him. He feels the long grass grazing against his legs. It’s green, so green, and there's yellow and purple wildflowers sprouting through the forage everywhere. In the distance, he sees hills and trees. 

“Jason!”

He turns, and there you are. You’re wearing a dress, its fabric ruffling in the wind. He doesn’t know who you are or why you say his name with such affection, but he goes to you. The closer he gets, the more your smile widens. He finds himself smiling back, and he realizes something—he feels at peace. 

When he’s close enough, you launch yourself into his arms, which open by themselves to catch you (they always will). You laugh into his neck, holding onto him tight. He can’t help but spin around, briefly joining you in your laughter. The confusion he felt before fades away until he forgets why he felt it in the first place; why would he question anything when you were here, in his arms? Pulling back slightly, you look at him face to face. It’s only now he realizes what a beautiful hue your eyes are, how your eyelashes rise like a curtain revealing the most interesting show. He wants nothing more than to sit in the audience and immerse himself in it for the rest of his life.

“My beautiful wife.” he whispers involuntarily, his eyes darting across your face, examining every feature as you react to him. Rationally, he didn’t know what he was saying or why he said it—all he knew was in the moment, in his heart, it felt right.

“My wonderful husband.” your response is whispered too, lips forming a smile. Jason commits the image of your crinkled eyes and raised cheeks to memory. 

A laugh erupts from him then, louder and more real than any he’s let out since coming back to life. You lay your forehead against his and he keeps his eyes open a moment longer to observe you closer, tracing every small hair and freckle. He closes his eyes, simply being with you. Faintly, in the back of his head, he thinks this is the happiest he’s ever been in life. 

He feels the pain before he even fully wakes. 

Dull, sharp, and drumming continuously against his bones. His body jerks, eyes flying open. Above him is Dick—no, Nightwing, the mask is on. He’s saying something, something he can’t understand. There's a dark roof above him. Turning his head, he sees Batman driving. 

The car takes a sharp turn, jolting Jason's body once more. He groans loudly, consciousness fading once more. He doesn’t want this, doesn’t want to give into the darkness or fight; Jasons tired. 

The only thing he wants…

“My beautiful wife.”

[driverlando]

sending lando ✨️spicy✨️ pictures while he's at the gym training

“Really? Right now?” Lando murmured to himself, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket as he finished a set of bench presses. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and reached for his phone, anticipating a quick glance before diving back into his workout.

The screen lit up with a notification from you, and a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He opened the message and his breath hitched. The image of you in nothing but lace, sprawled across the bed, greeted him. Your sultry gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, sending a shiver down his spine.

His thumb hovered over the screen, trembling slightly as he took in the sight. He could almost feel the softness of the lace, the heat radiating from your skin. He swallowed hard, feeling a rush of desire pooling low in his abdomen.

“You’re killing me, love,” he muttered, glancing around the gym. The clatter of weights and hum of conversation seemed distant, his focus solely on you. He quickly typed a response, fingers almost fumbling over the keys.

Lando: What are you trying to do to me? 😮‍💨

He hit send and pocketed his phone, trying to shake off the images that danced in his mind. Each movement felt heavier, more labored as if you had stolen every ounce of his concentration. He managed a few more reps before another buzz pulled him back to his phone.

You: Just a little motivation. Are you motivated, baby? 😘

Lando’s jaw clenched, a low growl escaping his lips. Motivation was an understatement. His mind raced with thoughts of you, your body, the promise in your eyes. He could almost hear your teasing laughter, feel the ghost of your touch.

His fingers moved quickly over the screen.

Lando: You have no idea. Can’t wait to get back to you.

He glanced up, catching his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself, but the heat wouldn’t dissipate. Another buzz. He didn’t hesitate this time, opening your message immediately.

You: Why wait? Come home now 🤭

Lando’s resolve shattered. The weights, the gym, the routine—all of it faded into the background. He grabbed his bag, muttering quick goodbyes to his teammates as he made his way to the exit and back home. His heart pounded, each step closer to you a pulse of anticipation and longing.

He fumbled with his keys, finally managing to unlock the door. The house was quiet, but the air was charged with expectation.

Lando’s hands trembled as he pushed open the bedroom door. The sight of you draped in that tantalizing lace, a wicked smile playing on your lips, was almost too much for him to handle.

“Lando,” you purred, stretching languidly on the bed, your body a siren’s call. “I was beginning to think you’d never come.”

“Couldn’t stay away,” he murmured, voice rough with need. His gym bag hit the floor with a dull thud, and in two long strides, he was by your side.

His lips crashed against yours with an urgency that stole your breath. He tasted of salt and heat, a heady mix that made you moan against his mouth. Your hands roamed over his sweat-dampened shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath, each touch igniting a spark.

“Lace, huh?” he murmured against your lips, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric. “You know what this does to me.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the lace, skimming over your heated skin. “I wanted to motivate you,” you whispered, arching into his touch. “Did it work?”

Lando’s chuckle was dark, almost a growl. “You have no idea.”

With a swift movement, he pulled your body flush against his, the hard lines of his form pressing into your softness. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You gasped, fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer.

“Lando, please,” you breathed, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable. “I need you.”

His eyes darkened, the raw desire in them making your heart race. “I need you too,” he replied, voice thick with longing. He pulled back just enough to strip off his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and arms, slick with sweat. You reached out, tracing the lines of his abs, reveling in the way his muscles jumped under your touch.

“Patience,” he murmured, catching your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. He made quick work of his gym shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He stood before you, eyes raking over your body, the lace barely concealing the curves he craved.

He moved to the bed, crawling over you with a predatory grace. His hands slid down your sides, hooking under the lace and pulling it off with a slow, deliberate motion that left you trembling with anticipation. The cool air hit your skin, a stark contrast to the heat building between you.

Lando’s mouth followed the path of his hands, kissing and sucking at the newly exposed skin. When his lips closed around a hardened nipple, you cried out, the sensation shooting straight to your core. His hands continued their exploration, fingers dancing over your hips, your thighs, before finally slipping between your legs.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. “So ready for me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “Please, Lando.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds. “Look at me,” he commanded, and when your eyes met his, he thrust into you, filling you completely. You both moaned, the sensation overwhelming.

He started to move, slow at first, each thrust deep and deliberate. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. His pace quickened, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room.

“God, you feel so good,” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. You could feel the tension building, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

“Lando, I’m gonna—” The words were cut off by a cry as your orgasm crashed over you, your body tightening around him.

Lando followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. With a final, deep thrust, he came, spilling into you with a groan.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, hearts racing. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you against his chest. “Guess I’ll be coming home early more often,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead.

You smiled, snuggling closer. “I’ll make sure to have more surprises waiting,” you whispered, already planning the next time.

[nekomaniac]

just one time ~ bokuto

characters: Bokuto x f!chubby!reader content: (nsfw!!) established relationship, face sitting, mild weight insecurity (but dw he's got you), sweet and sloppy oral f! receiving word count: 2.3k a/n: i don't write smut a lot so let me know what you think! 🖤

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"But Y/nnnn~" You'd gotten used to Bokuto's signature whiny tone whenever he wanted something, but today he was particularly unrelenting. Wide, pleading yellow eyes stared up at you as he hunched over by your side. "Come on... just one time? Just to try it! Just one time, I promise... please?" Reaching out to take your hand in his much larger one, he squeezed softly while toying with your fingers.

"Bokuto... I think you underestimate-" You start to open your mouth only to be cut off by a louder whine, Bokuto's head going in his hands.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" He chants into your hand, kissing each finger and knuckle between whiny pleas for you to succumb to his latest desire. Falling to his knees in a dramatic display, he looks up at you with the biggest puppy-dog eyes you'd ever seen.

"I am not going to sit on your face-"

"PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!" Head snapping toward the ground, eyes squeezed shut, and brow furrowed, he repeats the word like a prayer as both of his hands enveloped your own.

"I don't want to hurt you!" You finally force out the truth. Bokuto immediately goes quiet, quickly pulling himself from his knees and straightening up to stare down at you with that intimidating, watchful gaze that still makes your heart race no matter how long you've been dating. Looking down at you through a furrowed brow, he crosses his arms menacingly over his broad chest.

"What, you think I can't handle it or something?" He raises an eyebrow, his petulant tone long gone and replaced by something much more daunting. Uh oh... You know that look, that prideful, challenging look that Bokuto gets whenever he feels slighted.

"It's not that I think you can't handle it. I'm just..." You mull over your words, your own brow starting to furrow. "One, I don't know that I have the core strength to hover over you like that-"

"Sit. Not hover. S-I-T, sit." He says firmly, not reading the room.

"Okay well I don't want to 'S-I-T, sit' either because I'm gonna hurt you or worse." Your mind conjures images of him struggling under the plush of your thighs, causing a deep grimace to dig into your lips. "I'm just not built like the girls that do that kind of thing, Bo... I'm too heavy for all that..." The words sting as they leave you, a sudden, uncharacteristic feeling of insecurity bubbling up. Once you finally look up to meet Bokuto's gaze, you notice the subtle scrunch of his nose and the squint of his eyes. "What?"

"So you do think I can't handle it." He grumbles, unconvinced by your reasoning. You sigh lightly, ready to do damage control. Regardless of whatever explanation you concoct, whether valid or otherwise, it's inevitable that Bokuto will take whatever you tell him and translate it into 'my girlfriend thinks I'm weak'. Taking a small step towards him, you raise your hand in a placating gesture.

"Boku-TO!" Before you can finish you feel two large hands squeezing your waist as he lifts you up easily, no struggle, no grunting, just your vantage point getting a whole lot taller. He slings you over a muscled shoulder, your body effortlessly folding in half over his hulking form.

"What do I go to the gym for if I can't lift a pretty little thing like you, huh?" The voice leaving him is sickeningly sweet and deeper than normal. "Should I cancel my membership? Stop wasting my money?" You swallow, eyes still blown wide as your mind races to formulate some kind of response. A sharp, stinging tap on your thigh prompts you to spit out an answer. "Hm?"

"Uhh... n-no..." Your voice comes out a bit softer than intended. Seconds feel like hours as the silence settles in the room. Then, just when it starts to feel unbearable, he lets out a strong, masculine laugh. Confidence oozes off Bokuto and now was no different, his moods were fickle. But God help you when he sets his mind to something.

"So then what's the problem, pretty girl?" He grins, his eyes half lidded and teasing. "You say you don't have the core strength." He turns his back to a mirror, the reflection of your form slung over his back staring back at you. Curling a bicep and flexing, he flashes a toothy grin, "Well I have the arm strength." You gasp as a warm hand reaches up, squeezing the plush of your ass briefly. Grinning to himself, he gives the thick cheek a soft love tap.

"Come on... Just one time for me. If you don't like it we'll stop, no biggie..." He shrugs nonchalantly. Before you have the chance to even think of an answer, the cocky grin starts spreading across his features. And when he hears that little exasperated sigh...

Bokuto knows he's won.

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Mentally you were already cursing yourself for letting it get this far, a scarlet blush burned across your cheeks as you spread your legs, looking down to where Bokuto's head laid on the cottony pillow case. A big, dumb smile graced his lips, oblivious to your inner turmoil.

"C'mon, baby! No more teasing~" He grins widely, so full of himself already, the cute teasing lilt that's painting his tone making the heat in your cheeks even more unbearable. You looked down at him, gripping the headboard with an iron tight grip, the wood shaking softly. He cranes his neck slightly to look at you. "You nervy?" He asks, keeping that soft, silly tone. Between his relentless playful teasing and your brain going worst-case scenario, you couldn't seem to follow through.

"Y/n" A softer expression graces his owlish features as he rubs soothing overlapping lines up your thighs. "I'm a big guy, I can take it. Come on, pretty girl..." You look down, seeing the familiar eager smile stretched across his lips. His massive hands trail continue trailing over your thighs, temptation and soothing comfort dripping off every word and motion. Sensing your continued hesitation, he offers another solution.

"Panties on for now?"

You let out another shaky sigh before squeezing your eyes shut and nodding.Without loosening your grip on the headboard, you slowly scoot further up the bed, hips getting closer and closer the tantalizing tongue that glides over his chapped lips. "Tell me if you can't breathe, Bo. Smack my leg or something." You say shakily, the impending humiliation of Bokuto realizing that this was a terrible idea already twisting in your stomach.

"Give it to me, pretty girl... Don't go shy on me now." He flashes a white row of perfect teeth in a signature carefree smile, though the thickness of his need gives his low voice a slight edge. Large, slightly roughened hands gingerly scoot your hips closer to his face.

As your knees settle on either side of his face, he reaches up and gently spreads them further apart. Watching closely for any signs of genuine discomfort, he watches as your body gradually lowers toward his eager mouth. Slowly, he leans forward enough just to press soft butterfly kisses over your clothed core, inching up towards your apex.

"Mmn~!" You gasp softly. A small noise of approval and surprise slips out, thighs attempting to squeeze together reflexively. He cups his hands against your inner thighs, keeping them spread as he presses a firmer kiss against the lace covering your clit. The thin layer of fabric doing little to shield your sensitive bud from his soft prodding. His tongue darts out, swiping quickly against the fabric before pressing flat, giving you just enough stimulation to crave more.

He licks lightly, tongue darting out to guide the thin material between his lips. The soft sucking against the fabric serves to further weaken both your knees and your resolve. Your hips dip down lower autonomously, chasing his tongue.

He toys with you, your clothed cunt diving after him as he flicks his tongue just beside your favorite spots. A short, pathetic whine falls from your lips as you feel his lips curl into a cocky smile. He chuckles softly, his face buried in your gradually dampening panties. His own hips subtly lifting off the mattress occasionally to search for some hint of phantom friction.

"You ready to give me what I want yet, pretty girl?" The teasing lilt in his voice causing a soft tremor to wrack your unsteady legs.

"J-just let me know if you need me to move." Your voice shakes with uncertainty.

"I won't." With a teasing smirk plastered on his face he snaps the waistband of your underwear, causing you to jump and let out a soft yelp. His owlish eyes now half-lidded, but no less alert. Watching for any sign of hesitation, he slowly slides them to the side.

"You wanna sit down for me? I know those legs are getting tired..." He teases lowly, but desperation stains every word out of his mouth. "Please?"

With a nervous and slightly humiliated awkward laugh, you sink down slowly. You move to cautiously settle your weight directly onto Bokuto's wide smile. As you start to relax and get comfortable he clutches onto your thighs, letting out a throaty groan. Immediately your mind floods with regret, assuming the worst. Your thighs tense reflexively on either side of his face as you start muttering quick embarrassed apologies about not meaning to hurt him.

As you try to move off him, his strong arms lock around your thighs before his hands spread over them. With a firm yank and what can only be described as a growl, it hits you that his initial noise might not have been one of discomfort.

"Bo?" You say gently, brushing through his hair, he hasn't moved since you settled onto him and knowing how eager he typically is to please it's a bit concerning seeing him so... quiet. "You okay...?"

Another muffled satisfied groan vibrates your legs, causing you to tense up. He licks a slow stripe, parting you on his tongue as he savors your sweet, saccharine arousal. His eyes flutter open halfway to look into yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiles against you. An airy hum of approval leaves your lips as he nudges his nose against your clit, grabbing your hips to grind you down on his face.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you swirl your hips subtly, his gaze narrows for a second before his tongue delves deep into you. Skillful flicks and delicious pressure have your breath hitching and your fingers tugging lightly at his locks.

The gentle rocking of your hips has his eyes fluttering closed. He reaches up to your shoulders, grabbing anywhere to try and pull you down harder, to get more of you in his mouth. He lets out a gravelly moan, the flicks of his tongue becoming gradually more aggressive, the hunger behind the motions palpable.

"Nggh!" A strangled cry leaves your lips, your thighs squeezing desperately on either side of his face. Strong arms curl into your inner thighs, wrenching them with such force that you topple forward. Slamming your hands against the headboard, you catch yourself just as the soft skin of your tummy bumps against his forehead.

You try to sit back up but his hands are quicker, locking you into this new position as his tongue lashes wildly inside you. Whether strictly calculated or operating entirely on instinct, his mind-numbing ministrations were bringing you closer and closer to satisfying the growing craving deep in your core.

Reaching one hand down to tangle in his hair, you grind desperately at his face. A soft whine of his name leaves your lips, breathy and high as your head turns toward the ceiling.

"D-don't fucking stop~!" Your voice sits at a delicious point between whimpering and growling, causing him to let out a low snarl of his own. The vibration sending electricity racing up your lower half as you press harder against him, anything but him and his perfect mouth fading to nothing around you.

He doubles his efforts over, the intense slurping hitting your ears. His entire head moves as he licks you over, all of his focus and energy taken up by the dizzying thought of you falling apart on his tongue. The heat between your thighs slowly spreads, becoming more and more all-consuming.

"Bokuto~!" You choke out, sweat beading at your forehead. His hands squish into your thighs, dimpling the skin as he digs into you. Tongue lathing over your clit in smooth quick circles, he draws you closer to your climax. He pushes you back up into a sitting position before smacking your thigh lightly, drawing your eyes down to his.

All it takes is a particularly harsh suck to send you tumbling over the edge. You tremble, collapsing against your hands as they grip onto the headboard. He holds you steady, lapping at your release as he works you through it. Tingles erupt through your lower half, the world around you going mute as you desperately cling onto the headboard, the sheets, fuck, anything to ground you.

His tongue gets lazier, breathing out his own soft happy sigh as he slows his once unrelenting exploration. Soft noises of contentment dribble out of your mouth as you come down from your high, panting heavily. You roll over next to Bokuto, laying face up with your arms out.

He sits up on his elbows, and you feel your breath get stolen again right as you're catching it. Bokuto looks up to the ceiling, taking in a deep breath as if rejuvenated. You watch fondly as a proud smile graces his features, his lashes kissing his cheeks as he cranes his neck upwards. He glances over at you, giving you a lopsided grin, the lower half of his face still glistening with remnants of you.

"Told you I could handle it."

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