#that last lap holy fuuuuck

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My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 5,818

Warning: dirty talk, language, making out, wedding duties (lol), oral sex, smutty smut

A/N: Our final part 🥹💚 wow what a journey! There will be an epilogue for our sweet beans next week! Along with the start of the Best Friend!Suguru series.I'm so sorry for the late post, I was so sick yesterday and sleepy from my medication! But better late than never! ! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight

For two days, two days, you and Satoru spent most of the time in your room. Wrapped up in your sheets, him on top of you, you on top of him. You only separated for the rehearsal dinner and getting your nails done. But the second you were back in his arms, he made up for the lost time like you had been gone for years. His lips were on yours in slow, gentle kisses that became passionate.

Those same kisses would end on the futon, which probably had seen more action in the last forty-eight hours than since the inn opened. Satoru bent you in all different positions, twisting you like a pretzel, stretching you in ways you didn't even know was possible. He made it his goal to make up for the year and a half that you didn’t sleep with anyone. Gojo Satoru turned you into a mess- a withering mess.

“Oooh holy shit.” you cried out, gripping the blanket, “fuuuuck oooh fuck Satoru.”

“Yeah~? Does that feel good~?”

“S-So good~!”

“Mhmm~ good.”

Fingers moved gently, expertly making your back arch, jaw opening in a soft cry of pleasure. Satoru bit his lip, his fingers increasing the pressure against you. Cerulean eyes narrowed, focusing on your face, watching how your eyes rolled back and your face flushed.

“T-Toru~Toru.” Toes curled as you cried softly, eyes watering.

“Oooh yeah~ you gonna cum~?”

Blinking, you lift an eyebrow, watching Satoru wiggle his at you. His fingers are massaging into your sore feet, kneading away knots and easing the aching muscles. Both of you were fully clothed, sitting on the back porch overlooking the gardens. Anyone around would have assumed you both were doing the deed from how loud you were being.

“Oh my god, was I being that loud?”

“What~? No!” You relaxed a little, your feet still in his lap. Thumbs worked at a particularly sore spot, making you whine again. “I’m pretty sure Suguru heard that whine, and he's in Tokyo.”

“Ya’ know what—”

You try pulling your feet away, only to have Satoru yank them back into his lap, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. “Stop, I'm just teasing. Let me do this.” his fingers continue working, moving gently over your feet. “You were in the kitchen all morning, making a three-tier wedding cake. Then those ‘friends’ of yours make you wear heels to take pictures. And you have to wear heels for the wedding tomorrow?” Satoru shook his head, white tufts of hair swaying.

“I offered to bake the cake, the benefit of having a baker as a friend.” His thumbs hit a sore spot, making you jolt. “But the heels are torture.”

“They seem like it.”

A soft, comfortable silence filled with chirping crickets and a distant wind chime grew between you. You just sat there while Satoru rubbed at your sore feet under the blanket of glittering stars. You had one more day together here in Kyoto, then a train ride back home, and you would be back to reality. A reality that had changed drastically over the last week.

When you both retired to your room, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling in thought. You had gone from a woman who was quiet, shy, and hell-bent on not needing anyone to this giggly, joyful woman who couldn’t be any happier. Satoru had peeled away at the layers of scar tissue you had hidden yourself in. He brought a certain confidence out in you. Being with him was as easy as breathing; even when you returned home to your mundane lives, you had faith you both would continue to strive forward. To keep your relationship going strong.

Strong as the urge to stay in bed with him all day despite your fellow bridesmaids pounding on your door the next morning. Satoru grumbled in horny frustration; his cock was pressed firmly over your barely clothed core. You pulled your lips away from his neck, pushing your hair back, groaning at the sudden interruption.

“I have to go, Toru.” You pulled off of him, giggling as he threw his head back. “Hey~ don’t be like that; we’ll pick up where we left off tonight.”

“Wedding sex is the best kind of sex. Especially when you’re on a sugar rush.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, grinning ear to ear. “That sounds enticing.” Satoru sat up on his elbows, licking his lips.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen tonight,” Satoru promised with a shake of his head. “I promise you that.”

Another knock at the door, “If you don’t come out! We’re coming in! Regardless of how indecent you two are!” A series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door by several different hands from the sound of it.

”I better go before they knock down the door.” With a pout, you leaned down, kissing Satoru goodbye before heading out. “I’ll see you later!” just before you shut the door to the room, you pouted as Satoru watched, sticking his bottom lip out. “It’s just three hours, babe!”

Three hours flew by before you knew it. The excitement of getting ready for the wedding and seeing your best friend practically buzzing in anticipation fueled everyone's energy. While you were bouncing up and down eagerly waiting to see Satoru in a tailored suit. Just imagining him had you grinning as you stared out the bridal suite window, looking towards the garden decorated for the joyous event.

“So, when are you and Satoru getting married?”

”Eh!?” All of your friends surrounded you, devilish smiles gracing their faces. “I-I—we are not getting married!” At least not yet. “We’ve barely started going out.” Literally. “There’s no indication that we're even considering that!”

“Oh, please!”

“Says the girl that’s been locked in her room with said boyfriend for the last two days!”

Your face burned like a fresh sunburn. “S-So! That does not mean that we’re getting married anytime soon!” All of your friends booed in protest. “Will the whole lot of you stop? Seriously, I don’t want you guys scaring off Satoru!” The bride stepped forward in her gown and all of her glory. “Finally, Mina, will you please talk some sense into them!?” Your best friend looked amongst the other girls, all dressed in a beautiful sky blue. For a moment, you thought she might take your side. But the second a smirk at the corner of her mouth, you knew she didn’t have your back.

“I was going to ask you the same question! The man would’ve fucked you against the wall at the bar no one stopped him!”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m serious! I think I’ll hand you the bouquet when I toss it!”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, I think I will!”

“We are not getting married—not yet!”

Satoru sat off to the side, right next to your parents, as the wedding started. He watched with wide and sparkling eyes as you walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Your hair was styled beautifully, and the flowing sky-blue dress looked stunning on your figure and complimented your skin tone. His mouth felt suddenly dry as you looked at him, giving him a gentle, sweet smile. Cupid himself must have shot him through the heart at that moment because fuck, he was falling so hard for you.

“Ma’am—“ he learned next to your mother's ear, “just so you know, the next wedding we host here will be ours.”

“Huh?!”

Her reaction didn’t even seem to faze him. All he cared about was standing near the front of an outdoor arch decor with flowers of different colors—a gentle breeze brushed by you, making your hair and the dress flow. Even when the bride made her grand entrance, everyone turned to see her walking down the aisle towards her future husband. Satoru had his eyes locked on you.

You could feel his eyes, and that burning sensation had your focus transfixed on him. Was it wrong to be looking at your wedding date instead of the bride-to-be? The chances of that were very likely. But how could you not stare back? When his eyes burned holes into your very soul and left your heart racing like you had just run a marathon. It was impossible to pay attention to anyone else.

He was so handsome. Satoru was wearing a white button-down shirt with a blue tie that matched your dress. His navy blue jacket and pants were tailored to his body perfectly. You could tell by its appearance that it was expensive. It was probably more expensive than your best friend's wedding dress. You wanted to rip it off of him and let him take you right there in the garden.

Yes, he was extremely good-looking. But it wasn’t his clothes or his appearance or the fact that he had money that made you so attracted to him at that moment. The way he looked at you, eyes trailing over your body, with a soft grin, told you everything you needed to know. Satoru truly cared for you. This wasn’t just about sex, and it wasn’t the magic of the wedding to be. Chemistry, connection, and attraction were one hundred percent genuine.

After exchanging vows and rings, hundreds of pictures were taken with everyone. You were finally free from your wedding duties. The first thing you did as soon as you broke away from the rest of the group was run to Satoru’s side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. Lips pressed against the temple of your head, and you could’ve sworn he let out a little sigh of happiness to have you back in his arms.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped a strand of hair behind your ear before gently reaching down, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Is it wrong for me to say you’re even more beautiful than the bride?”

“Satoru!” you playfully punched at his shoulder, “I am not.”

“Oh, you are; that’s a god-given fact, sweetheart.” His thumbs brushed ever so lovingly over your cheek. “But there’s just one thing I would change about the outfit.”

“You and me both.” You winced, moving your arm away from the scratchy sequins top. “This material is an absolute nightmare for my underarms. I’m serious. You’ll probably have to put lotion on them for me later.”

“Oh.” Satoru deadpans. “ I wasn’t talking about the material.”

You hum in thought, looking over the dress for any flaws he may have noticed. “Oh?” When you didn’t find anything else wrong with the dress in your eyes, you tilted your head, looking up at Satoru. “Well, what would you change about it then?” His hand gently pulled your face closer to his own; he leaned down, the fresh smell of minty lemonade coaxing your nostrils.

“I’d change the color.”

“Wait, what?”

Your date says nothing for a beat of silence. “So anyways! Let’s grab our seats; I’ll get you one of the cocktails!”

He rambles on while you’re still stuck on how he would change the color of your dress. Surely, he meant he would do a different shade or maybe red instead of blue; there’s no possible way that he was talking about it to white. Yeah, he didn’t mean that at all! Your friends just put the stupid notion in your head that you guys are going to get married next. You didn’t even know what the two of you were yet. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship.

What you did know was that Satoru wanted to make your relationship work. So you knew for sure that you weren’t just another fuck buddy or client. This went deeper than that. What you both had was real, which was a lot more than other couples had. So who knew, maybe your friends were right? Perhaps Satoru had thought that white would make your dress look one million times better.

These were questions and answers for another day. You weren’t going to rush into things. Both of you wanted to take your time and get to know one another.

And you learned a lot of things about him as the party began. Like how he despised the taste of alcohol, he had mentioned it in passing when he walked you to the bachelorette party. But when he accidentally took a sip of a cocktail unintentionally, not knowing it had alcohol in it, the man sputtered and choked. His hands grabbed a cola from the bartender, chugging it like water. You learned that he was a pretty good dancer. He bumped and ground with you on the dance floor while the music blared. You learned how gentle his hands were as he slowly danced with you to one of the many love songs the DJ played.

He was so tentative to you. He’d always make sure you had a drink of some kind. He insisted that you drink plenty of water to avoid getting drunk. He even went to the room and grabbed your sandals when your high heels bothered you. God, he was everything and then some. If you hadn’t called for each other, he truly would have made this wedding a lot of fun for you. There was no doubt that he was worth every penny you were willing to spend to have a good time.

The party has toned down almost entirely, a few stragglers drunkenly laughing and drinking while others chat while eating the vanilla and raspberry compote cake you had made. Your best friend and her husband are one of two couples on the floor dancing to a slow song. The other was Satoru and the flower girl who had been smitten with his white hair and blue eyes. She was convinced he was Prince charming and begged him to dance with her. Satoru jumped at the opportunity. Gently placing her little feet on top of his shoes as he danced with her to the slow beat of the music.

Your gaze was locked on him as you nursed a cup of coffee between your hands. He was so perfect in every way, shape, and form. Satoru had made this one of the best nights of your entire life. God, you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun at a wedding before. It was all thanks to him that you were having one of the most memorable nights of your life.

Those deep, happy thoughts are cut short when a tiny, chubby hand gently smacks your cheek. The sudden contact has you jumping, nearly spilling the hot coffee over your hands as you turn to see who has smacked you. You’re met with beautiful, big navy-colored eyes—dark tufts of hair spill over the head as the baby gently smacks your cheek again.

“Please don’t hit me, I have my kid.” a familiar voice speaks, “and don’t yell, please.”

You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at Toji as he sits down in the chair next to you. “Are you seriously using your kid as a human shield?” Your ex shakes his head before looking over his shoulder, searching for someone.

“I cannot confirm nor deny that.” He cradles the babbling baby in his lap. “But if my wife is around, I will deny every word.”

“So you are using your child as a human shield.”

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, Toji?”

He cradles his son in one arm, reaching into his suit jacket with his free hand. Toji pulls out a manila envelope and places it in front of you. Gingerly, taking it off the table, you open it and find the money you had left in the kitchen the other day. The money he almost ruined your relationship with Satoru over and the money you’d spent on him

He exhales deeply through his nose before clearing his throat. “What I did was wrong.” His son babbles, chubby little hands pulling the sleeve of his jacket. “I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I broke your heart, not once but twice. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that.” You cock an eyebrow. “And no, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry. For breaking off our engagement the way that I did. For almost sabotaging your relationship with that brat over there.” His head jerks in Satoru’s direction.

“Yeah, you almost fucked that up for me.”

“Well, luckily, you guys worked it out.”

“Yeah, we did.” For the first time all week, you don’t feel the slightest bit of dread being near Toji. Maybe it was because you slapped the shit out of him, or perhaps it was because you felt as though your last confrontation was able to heal your wounds. “He’s a great guy.”

“Great for an escort.”

“Former escort.” You correct him with a smug smile. “Satoru sent in his resignation letter on Thursday after we talked.”

Toji’s eyes went wide before they softened with a gentle gaze that you hadn’t seen since high school. “Well shit, I guess I had him pegged wrong.” Taking another sip of your coffee, you giggle before resting your chin on your fist.

“I thought you said you were the greatest PI.”

“Nah, I’m one of the best.” Toni leans back, and in this light, you can see the slight discoloration on his face from both you and Satoru’s hits the other day. “I’m far from being the greatest. I wasn’t for you, but—“ he pressed his lips against his son’s head. “I’m trying to be a better person for this brat and my wife.”

“You always were an asshole.” Your point-blank statement had him wincing. “But if you hadn’t been an asshole, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. So thanks for being a dick.”

Toji tilts his head, chuckling. “You’re welcome, I guess.” A squealing babble has both you and Toji glancing down at his son. He gently gums at his father’s jacket, drooling over the fabric. Toji sighs and gently lifts the baby to stare at him. When he does, those navy blue eyes glance towards his chest that's straining against the fabric. His son smacks his lips in hunger. “Fuck, I gotta find my wife; the little shits hungry again. And I’d rather not have him gnawing at my pecs.” He stands and pauses before turning his child to face you.

The tiny human gurgles at you, tilting his head. “Uhm, Toji, I can’t feed him.” Your ex rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I just—“ he sighs, “this is my son, Fushiguro Megumi.” You can’t help but smile at his name; a blessing.

“Well, hello there, Megumi.” You gently pet his hair back. “It’s nice to meet you; whatever you do, don’t turn out to be like your father.”

Toji barks out a sharp laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Megumi laughs loudly, smacking his hands against your face.

“Toji!” Both of you turn to see a woman with dark hair waving at him.

“That’s the wife, we’re leaving.” He cradles Megumi into his side ever so gently. “I’m sorry again for all the shit I put you through in the past and well in the last week.”

“Well, all that shit led me to someone pretty great.” Your eyes drift back to Satoru, who's walking the little girl back to her parents. “All those years of putting up with you gave me some good karma.”

“For putting up with me, you deserve the world.” He scoffs hurriedly to join his wife. “Later.”

You wave goodbye to him, returning to your cup just as Satoru joins you. Two plates with cake in his hands. “Was that Toji!?” His ocean eyes meet yours, searching for any sign or tears of frustration. “The hell did he want?” He shoves the sweet cake into his mouth before offering you a bite, which you eagerly take.

“Mhm, he just wanted to give me the money he owed me.”

“What you should have given him was a knuckle sandwich.” Your soft giggle has butterflies swarming inside his stomach.

“I already gave him one, so I’ll gladly take the money this time.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He takes another bite of cake. “It would be a shame for you to bruise those knuckles again.”

You press your body against him, relishing in the warmth. “You know I don’t even care anymore. I got hurt in the past. I wallowed in my self-pity for over a year. But things are starting to look up for me now.” He hummed, turning to press a kiss against your forehead. “All thanks to my—“You hesitate, not sure if you want to be the one to put a label on your relationship.

“Boyfriend.” Satoru finishes for you, making your hearts swell with joy.

“Yes, my boyfriend.”

Satoru takes one last bite of his cake before wiping the mixture of whipped cream and buttercream off with his thumb. “Mmm, I love hearing you say that. It sounds so damn pretty rolling off your tongue.” You grinned, gently gripping his hand on your own, squeezing it as you stood.

“Wanna see what else I can do with my tongue~?”

Without hesitation, your boyfriend stands up from the table, following you down the hall. “Oooh? Is the sugar kicking in?” Satoru quickly takes the lead from you, dragging you down the hall and towards the guest rooms.

“It’s not just the sugar.” You correct him. “It’s you.”

The second you step into the room, and the door is slammed shut, Satoru’s on you, cupping your face, kissing you deeply with a guttural moan. You return the kiss, tasting the sweet, tangy remains of the cake on his tongue that worked its way into your mouth. You’re moaning, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground as you start working on the buttons of his shirt.

While you do that, Satoru runs his hands down your back, searching for a zipper or buttons, only to discover an intricate series of strings. He breaks the kiss, looking down at the saliva connecting your lips before he forces you to turn around so he can start working on the corset holding you hostage. His fingers struggle with the silky strings; he’s far too excited to sit down and take the necessary time to care for this.

“Hey, sweetheart, this isn’t a rental, is it?”

”No, I wish it was; I seriously haye the sequins, Toru.” You huff out, feeling his hands gently grip both sides of the back of the dress.

”So you wouldn’t be heartbroken if anything were to happen to it?”

”No, I guess I woul—“ RIIIP!! “Oh fuck!” You tumble as Satoru uses all of his strength to rip down the back of the dress—the thin fabric pools around your feet before Satoru turns you back to face him. The second you do, he drops to his knees in front of you and kisses down your bare chest, all the way to your lace panties. “S-Satoru~”

“Mmm, I wanna show you what I can do with my tongue.” He states flatly before tugging your panties down. “I get to eat two sweet treats tonight. Your amazing cake and your delicious pussy.”

His tongue instantly slides over your clit, making you grip his hair for support in fear that you are going to buckle over. Your hand grips the soft strands of hair, winning the softest of groans from him. While your fingers run through his hair, only make him move his tongue faster, with the sole purpose of making you cum.

Unfortunately for you, even if you were willing to hold off, Satoru is just too good at what he does. He teases your clit, going between gentle flicks, suckling on it, and writing his name against it with the tip of his tongue. His antics and techniques leave you nearly falling over, wishing you were on the futon. There was something about towering over him, though, bucking your pussy against his willing mouth that gave you a certain sense of empowerment.

You could see why men would like a woman on their knees. It was fun holding all of the power to make Satoru do what you wanted, to keep his face in place with you humping his tongue. You could have cum from just thinking of riding his face like this. Doing it though, fuck, it was so hot.

Satoru thought so, too; his jaw opened wide as he flattened his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you saw fit. His hand gently reached around, grabbing the fat of your ass, encouraging you to move and grind faster against him, wanting for you to cum. His squeezing you had your head falling forward, strands of your kiss-messy hair falling as you came hard, rolling your hips in time with the waves crashing over you. Satoru hummed happily, lapping up the juices you kindly offered him.

“Fuck, oooh fuck Satoru.” Your knees were buckling as he gently peppered hisses down your inner thighs. “I don’t think I can walk after that.”

”Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that.” He lifted you gently, placing you down on the futon. “I have a perfect place for you to sit.” You watched in awe as your boyfriend stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a condom before standing completely naked in front of you. “Now, what do you say,” Satoru laid down, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “We pick up where we left off this morning before your friends rudely interrupted us.”

”Mmm, I love the sound of that.” Sitting back ever so slightly, you gently grabbed his cock, easing the thick throbbing tip inside of you. “Ah~ fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick you are.” You cry out as you slowly begin to slide yourself down his shaft with a whimper.

”And I’ll never get over how tight and warm you are.” Large hands gently grip your hip, holding you as you sit down on him, his cock fully buried inside of you. “God, I can’t wait to feel how wet you are one of these days.” He hisses through his teeth as you slowly begin to rock back and forth on him. “Y-You fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good!”

“Yeah, so do you, Toru; I feel you getting bigger inside me.”

“And I can feel you clamping down.”

Knowing that he could feel just how good you were feeling was the only entice you needed to pick up your pace, your gentle rocks becoming a bit faster and harder as you gently began bouncing up and down on him. Your sudden increase in speed had Satoru choking on a raspy whine, his head tilting back as you placed your hands on his chest, steadying yourself. This position was one of your favorites. You were able to watch Satoru’s face contort with pleasure while his cock hit all the right places deep inside of you.

Satoru also loved this position because he got to see how relaxed you were, how he was able to grope your perfect tits, his thumbs brushing gently over your sensitive nipples. But his favorite thing about this position was being able to touch you. Not just your breasts, as great as those were. Running his large palms down your hips and over the top of your thighs, feeling your muscles twitch made happy, satisfied grunts leave his mouth. But it was when you interlace your fingers with his that got his heart pounding.

Your hips were moving faster, harder against him. Your smaller fingers held on to his for support, squeezing them gently as your tiny whines turned into desperate moans as your fucked yourself on him.

”Toru, oooh fuck~”

”Yeah, you close?” His fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. “You gonna cum? Make me cum with you? I feel it coming back, god, I feel it; you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.”

”Y-Yeah wanna make you cum, cum with me, Satoru, please I need it, need it so fucking bad.”

Satoru groaned, nodding his head as you slammed yourself up and down on him, his hips bucking up to meet you, fucking the tip of his cock directly into your cervix. You both are moaning so loud you know people will be calling the front desk to file a complaint, but you could care less about all of that. All that mattered right now was you and Satoru.

“Ooooh fuck me.” You cry out, releasing your boa constrictor grip on his hands, digging them into the bedding as you fall forward onto his chest. Your hips bounce up and down faster and harder, skin slapping against skin as your ass slams down. “Satoru, I’m gonna—“

”M-Me too, baby, holy fuck me too!” Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your hips, forcing you to move faster, which seems almost impossible. “Fuck, oooh fuck, fuck shit!” He’s gritting his teeth as you cry out into the side of his neck. “Oh, holy fuckin shit, baby! I’m cumming! Cumming inside you!”

With one final slam, both of your bodies go rigid as the orgasms hit you at the same time. Your pulsating walls have Satoru’s cock throbbing eagerly deep inside of you, filling the condom. Leaving both of you shaking, sweaty messes. Satoru recovers first, his hands gently caressing your sides as you lay all your weight on top of him. While you gently press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.

It isn’t until your muscles are protesting the position that you’re in that you finally move. Satoru helps you push off of him gently, laying you down next to his side. His fingers brush some of your hair back before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You kiss him back burying yourself into his chest as his hands gently move up and down your back.

“So, how was our first date?” The gentle tone of Satoru’s voice has you happily humming.

“One of the best dates I ever had in my entire life.”

“Yeah, I have to agree with you on that one.” His hand continued to rub up and down your back gently. “I can’t wait to go on another and another, and god, I just want to go on countless dates with you.” He waits for you to respond, to say anything. When you don’t say a word, he peers down, finding you sleepily snuggled against him. Your hard work from the last few days has finally caught up to you. “Get some sleep.” He whispered, disposing of the condom before pulling the sheet over your body as he shut his eyes, too, following you into a deep sleep.

The next day was a blur at the inn. From packing your bags, checking out, and bidding farewell to your parents before you at Satoru took the train back to Tokyo. Where you both leaned against each other, still tired from the last week and the wedding from the night before. You only fully regain consciousness when the train pulls up to your stop. You grab your bags in silence as you slowly leave the train.

It didn’t feel real that the week was finally over. That tonight would be the first night you would be alone in a week. Part of you dreaded the night you were about to spend alone in your apartment. But you didn’t want to be clingy and ask Satoru to stay the night.

While your relationship had been entirely out of order, you didn’t want to ruin it right when it began. There would be another time for Satoru to spend the night with you. You are almost certain he would love to go home to his apartment and unwind.

So you stopped in front of the coffee shop where you met each other for the first time. Turning around, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder, winning a slightly confused look from your new boyfriend. Swallowing hard, you hugged him tight before pulling back.

“Thank you again for everything.” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue. “I can’t thank you enough. Text me later. Maybe we could meet up for coffee or dinner sometime this week. Go on our second date.”

Satoru said nothing for a moment as you fiddled with the handle of your suitcase. “Hey.” He finally broke the silence, his hand gently grabbing yours. “Would now be too soon to take you on our second date?” Light shimmered in your eyes as Satoru put his sunglasses on. “I know this great spot for brunch.” You felt your heart swell as he rubbed at his slightly slushed neck. “I just—I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his breathtaking eyes. “But if you’re too tired or busy, later this week would be fine, I gue—” You reach up, pressing your index finger gently over his lips, silencing him.

“Brunch sounds great.”

“Great!” Satoru beams gently, interlocking your hands as you make your way up to the surface. “You’re going to love it.” You gently squeezed his hand as you stepped into the bustling streets of Tokyo. A week ago, you never would have thought the man you had hired to be your wedding date would be taking you out on your second date, hopefully leading to many more.

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[thyln4gf]

Light me up

✞ You, a well known rockstar. Your boyfriend, the golden boy of F1. Its a constant "battle" of "who's gonna have more of their fans turn to the 'other side?'"

✞ I have synesthesia! Here's 5 songs that I associate with this fic: "Light me up" - The Pretty Reckless, "Scarlet cross" - Black Veil Brides, "Scars" - Papa Roach, "honey (are u coming?)" & "baby said" - Måneskin.

✞ Warnings: Suggestive comments and pictures, fluffy relationship shite, cursing, google translate (italian). SMAU.

✞ Charles x rockstar!reader

✞ Face Claim - Taylor Momsen (The Pretty Reckless)

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theprettyreckless: AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you, Montreal, for being so welcoming. Three cheers for this sweet, sweet tour. And to many more in the future. À la prochaine, mes chéris.

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yourusername: exposing me? Just like that? Bro... :(

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[cherryc1nnam0n]

I can change him... | Fuckboy!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: You meet Eddie at a party and make the biggest mistake of getting with him, making you fall in love, but you soon realize he's a fuck boy who can't be stopped, you will yourself to change him, but can you?

Cw: Lots of sex, hard smut, Eddie is a fuck boy who fucks anyone and anything, bisexual Eddie, bisexual reader, unprotected sex, lots of antics, hard angst, won't spoil ending sorry!

I explored the fboy!Eddie hashtag and have been inspired to write this, thanks to @newlips for this inspo! The idea is from them, I'm just making a fic out of it! Enjoy!

The music was loud, hot bodies surrounding you as you cradled a red cup against your chest, bored since your friends were getting fucked and nowhere to be seen, you wanted to leave so you took a last swig at your drink and made your way out, but your eyes drifted to the couch, where he was sitting, man spread and with a joint in his mouth, looking straight at you, those eyes drinking in your body, he was wearing a black shirt, band logo on it you don't remember which, ripped black jeans and combat boots, he looked hot and he knew it, like magic, you made your way towards him

"Hey pretty" oh gosh his voice, it was intoxicating in a good way

"Hey" you said

"You look bored, where are your friends?" He said blowing smoke out his mouth

"Ugh, I don't know, they're getting fucked somewhere" you said with a roll of your eyes

"Hmmm, and you? Haven't gotten any?" He smirked at you

You blushed "No, didn't plan on it"

"Oh really? With that mini skirt? You're fooling no one" he said cockily, he had read you like a book, you did intend on getting some dick but had gotten any

Maybe people weren't fond of your body, but Eddie was, he was hooked as soon as he saw you

And he intended in ruining you tonight

"Want some company?" He spoke again

"I was going to leave actually" you said clutching your purse

"Awe come on princess, stay here, just a bit" he said patting the spot next to him

You have in, it wouldn't hurt right? He was just sitting here, alone, you couldn't leave him like this

That was your first mistake...

~•~

"Mmmmm yes! Harder please" you moaned as Eddie pounded into you from behind

An hour after talking with him, your panties had been soaked through at his innuendos and touches, he started to finger you at the couch, kissing you sloppily and dragging you to a room, where you guys were right now

"Fuck baby, so so tight holy shit" he moaned, thighs slapping against your plush ass as he kept pounding you like a wild animal

"Eddie- fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned desperately, wanting to fucking cum around him

"Do it baby, cum all over my cock" He said holding your throat, his other hand resting at his side

His cock was big, curved perfectly so it would hit your sweet spot everytime he moved, his balls were heavy and slapped against your clit with his every thrust, he had just taken off his shirt, pants halfway off of him, showing his perfect ass, you had your shirt up to your chest, boobs spilling out while your panties were in his back pocked, skirt bunched up by your hips

"Fuck fuck!" You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, harder than ever "Fuuuuck!"

"Oh fuck yes baby, right there" he moaned while your pussy milked him dry, his balls drew up, spilling all his cum into you "Shit baby, hope you're on the pill" he said still cumming

You were so blissed out, so cock drunk you didn't notice him leaving, you stayed there, catching your breath, when you were back in your senses you noticed he was long gone

"Eddie?" You asked to the air "Damn it..."

~•~

Days went bu that you didn't hear from Eddie, not a call, nothing, he was just gone

He had fucked you and left, that's what he does apparently...

Another party came, and there he was, you smiled when you spotted him, same position as when you saw him for the first time, when he stole your heart, you were approaching him when another girl sat on his lap, grinding on him, you gasped when he pulled her up to a room

You stayed down, waiting, then followed the path they had taken, upstairs, moans and slapping noises filled the air, from people fucking and also Eddie and the random girl, you found them in the same room he had fucked you, the girl riding him while he sucked on her perfect tits

"Fuck baby, just like that, don't stop" he moaned, eyes rolled back

The girl was having her way with him, using his cock as a dildo almost, you heard them cum and soon the girl came out, fixing her hair

"Oh hi, you can go in if you want" she said smiling at you

You walked in, he was smoking a blunt, dick soft and out of his pants "Oh hey"

"What the fuck was that?!" You yelled, he didn't even flinch "I thought you said you wanted me"

"Yeah, I say that to everyone" he said unbothered

You scoffed "You are a piece of shit Eddie!" You yelled and stormed off, he felt kind of bad, so he fixed himself and went after you

"Baby, baby! Y/n!" He said following you out the crowds of people

Once out he finally caught up to you "Listen to me-"

You turned and slapped him on the face "Don't you ever call me that again! I let you fuck me without knowing you fuck anyone! Fuck you Eddie! Fuck, you!"

With that, you left him there, your heart ached, you loved him, but you hadn't meant anything to him, just a pussy to fuck and leave afterwards, so pathetic...

~•~

You continued to go to parties, seeing Eddie flirting with everyone, pulling guys and girls to rooms, so you decided to do the same

You were making out with a hot girl at a couch, she was so pretty and she wanted you, so you took her up to a room

Soon you were scissoring each other, loud moans and kisses from both of you, the door opened and there was Eddie, holding a girl's hand, you made eye contact with him as you came all over the girl, he scoffed and left

"Same time next week baby?" The girl asked

You nodded "Sure, why not"

You kissed her again and she left, soon someone entered the room, Eddie

"What do you want?" You said not looking at him as you put on your shoes

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"The same as you" you stood up "Fucking people and leaving, feels good now that I try it" you said unbothered

"You can't do that"

"Oh but you can" you retorted "Leave me alone"

You tried to leave but he grabbed your wrist "Stop it"

"You don't tell me what to do! You did the same with me, you fucked me, took my heart with you and left, why is it so bad I'm doing the same?"

He was out of words, he didn't know you had fallen on love with him...

"What?" Was all he could say

You rolled your eyes "Just leave me alone Eddie" you left, leaving him with his heart pounding in his ears

He fucked up...

~•~

At another party, Eddie didn't make a move with anyone, he watched you as you took a guy up a room, he looked like a rip off version of him, so he was mad, taking it personal...

When he made it upstairs, you were getting fucked by him doggy style and damn was he good at it

"Oh fuck yes! Yes Eddie!" You moaned, the guy stopped abruptly

"What the fuck?"

"Shit I'm so sorry I-"

"Yeah fuck that"

The guy left, you wanted to cry and scream, you had moaned Eddie's name

Someone came behind you, caressing your sides lovingly

"You can't seem to get about me baby..."

"I could never, but I hate you..."

"I know, let me fix it..."

You finally gave in, you loved him... You couldn't forget about him as hard as you tried...

"Okay... I'll let you"

"Good... Thank you" he said

That night, he made love to you, so so good that it made you fall in love with him again

"I promise I'll stay with you, only you... You took my heart too..." He kissed your face lovingly

You smiled, kissing his lips softly

At the end, you could change him...

[erasermic-lover-6969]

Erotic Erasermic one shot

Rimming, Anal, MxM, Creampie

This is my first one shot and honestly..I have no clue if I did it right or not😅 anyways….ENJOY!! It’s starts off right to some smutty sex!

Yamada spreads his asscheeks wide apart, exposing his tight puckered hole. He turns around and presents it to Aizawa, wiggling his hips teasingly.

"Come on Aizawa, you know you want a taste. Get in there and eat my ass like the dirty slut you are!" he taunts, grinning mischievously.

Unable to resist any longer, Aizawa drops to his knees behind Yamada. He leans in and extends his tongue, dragging it slowly along Yamada’s crack from his balls to his hole. Yamada lets out a low moan.

"Mmm fuck yeah, get that tongue in deep. Lick my asshole clean!" he demands, pushing his hips back against Aizawa's face.

Aizawa eagerly complies, burying his face between the man’s asscheeks and swirling his tongue around the tight ring of muscle. He laps hungrily at Yamada’s hole, savoring the musky taste as he probes deeper with his tongue.

Yamada throws his head back in pleasure, groaning loudly. "Ohhh fuckkk yesss! Eat that ass! Stick that tongue in deep you fucking whore!"

Aizawa continues tongue-fucking Yamada’s asshole, his nose pressed against the sweaty skin as he devours him. Yamada’s cock throbs and drips precum, his body trembling from the intense sensations.

Aizawa continues tongue-fucking Yamada’s asshole with wild abandon, his face buried between those muscular cheeks. He laps and probes deeper, savoring the filthy taste and scent.

"Fuck yeah, eat that ass! Shove that tongue in deep you dirty slut!" Yamada moans loudly, grinding his hips back against Aizawa's face.

Aizawa reaches up and grabs Yamada’s asscheeks, spreading them wider as he devours his hole. He swirls his tongue around the puckered rim before plunging it inside, fucking Yamada with his tongue.

"Ohhh shiiiit! Yes! Tongue-fuck my asshole! Get it nice and wet for your cock!" Yamada cries out, his cock throbbing and leaking precum onto the floor.

Aizawa moans into Yamada’s ass, his own cock rock hard as he eats him out sloppily. He pushes his tongue in as deep as it will go, tasting every inch of that tight hole.

Yamada’s legs start to tremble as the pleasure builds. He reaches down and starts stroking his cock, jerking himself off as Aizawa tongue-fucks him. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Don't stop eating my ass! Make me fucking cum!"

As Yamada’s orgasm crashes over him, his asshole clenches and spasms around Aizawa's probing tongue. Thick ropes of cum erupt from his throbbing cock, splattering onto the floor below.

"FUUUUCK! I'm cumming! Ohhh shit!" he cries out, his whole body shaking as waves of pleasure roll through him. His asshole squeezes rhythmically on Aizawa's tongue, milking it.

Aizawa moans deeply, lapping up Yamada’s ass juices mixed with his own saliva. He keeps his tongue buried as deep as possible, feeling the velvety walls pulse around it.

Yamadas cock twitches and jerks, spurting the last few drops of cum before he finally starts to come down. He slumps forward, panting heavily.

"Holy fuck... that was intense," he gasps, reaching back to pet Aizawa's head. "You ate my ass so good, I almost passed out. Now get up here and fuck me already!"

Aizawa pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he grins. "Gladly. I can't wait to stretch out that tight hole with my fat cock."

He stands up and grabs Yamada’s hips, lining his hard shaft up with that quivering, spit-slick asshole. With one hard thrust, he buries himself balls-deep in Yamada’s ass, making them both cry out in pleasure.

Yamada lets out a guttural moan as Aizawa's thick cock spears into him, stretching his sensitive hole wide open. He grips the floor, knuckles turning white as Aizawa starts to pound into him.

"Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good! Pound my ass!" Yamada cries out, pushing his hips back to meet each brutal thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

Aizawa grabs Yamada’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, slamming into him over and over. His heavy balls slap against Yamada’s taint with each thrust, adding to the lewd symphony.

"Take it, you dirty slut! I'm gonna wreck this tight ass!" Aizawa growls, picking up the pace. He angles his hips to nail Yamada’s prostate dead-on with every stroke.

Yamada’s cock, which had started to soften, springs back to full hardness. It bobs and leaks precum with each powerful thrust, smearing against his stomach.

"Harder! Fuck me harder! Ruin my fucking hole!" Yamada begs shamelessly, lost in the pleasure. His ass clenches rhythmically around Aizawa's pistoning cock.

Aizawa obliges, jackhammering into Yamada ass with animalistic intensity. The force of his thrusts makes Yamada’s whole body jolt forward, his muscles straining.

Yamada’s prostate is getting absolutely pummeled, sending jolts of electricity up his spine with each impact. His cock throbs and twitches, another orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum again! Don't stop fucking me!" he wails, stroking his cock frantically as Aizawa rails him. His balls draw up tight, ready to explode.

Yamada’s orgasm hits him like a freight train, his cock erupting in thick spurts that paint the floor beneath him. His ass clenches down HARD on Aizawa's pistoning shaft, the vice-like grip squeezing his cock so tightly he sees stars.

"FUCK! I'm cumming! Oh shit, oh fuck, FUCK!" Yamada screams, his entire body convulsing with the force of his release. His cock jerks and spasms, pumping out rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.

Aizawa groans deeply, the rhythmic clenching of Yamada’s ass pushing him over the edge too. He slams in balls-deep one last time, grinding his hips against Yamada’s ass as his cock starts to pulse.

"Take my load, you cock-hungry slut! I'm filling this ass up!" Aizawa growls, his cock throbbing as it starts to unload deep inside Yamada’s spasming hole.

Yamada whimpers and moans as he feels Aizawa's hot cum flooding his insides, painting his walls white. His cock gives a few last weak spurts before he goes completely limp, panting heavily.

Aizawa stays buried inside Yamada’s ass as they both come down from their intense orgasms, his cock still twitching and leaking cum. He reaches around to pet Yamada’s hair, both of them sweaty and spent.

"Holy shit... that was incredible," Yamada gasps, clenching weakly around Aizawa's softening cock still lodged in his ass. "I think you fucked my brains out. I can't feel my legs."

Aizawa chuckles and pulls out slowly, watching in satisfaction as a trickle of cum leaks out of Present Mic's gaping, well-fucked hole. "Mission accomplished then. Now get up, we're not done yet. I still need to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

to be continued….maybe😏🤷🏼‍♀️

[sanaxking]

Tease

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SANA x M.READER

SMUT//PWP

Word count: 1.4k

TW: sexual themes, language, daddy kink, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap that shit up, y’all!), oral sex (M&F)…this is pure smut guys, you know what to expect.

Arriving home after a long day at the office, you walk through the entry and shout out, "Hey, babe! I'm home! Where are you?"

"I'm up here in the living room," you hear Sana respond from the level above you.

Making your way into the main living area, your anxious eyes lay on your beautiful girlfriend for the first time that day. Normally Sana sees you off to work in the morning, but you had an early call today and didn't get your usual goodbye kiss. As you enter the living room, you aren't prepared for what awaits you.

She’s wearing her favorite blue shorts that don't do much to actually cover much of her backside, Sana is laying flat on her stomach with her ass on full display. Feeling your presence as you enter the room, she, ever so slightly, pushes her ass higher into the air, fully accentuating one of her best features.

"Hey baby. How was work today?"

"How're you just gonna ask me 'how was work today?' all normal, as if you don't have that thing just staring at me in the face?"

"What thing?" She looks at you with an innocent mischievous look you love. "Oh, you mean this?" As she finishes the question, Sana once again pushes her ass up in the air, this time making sure to move her hips in a circle to give you the best possible view.

"You are so evil…" you tell her with a smirk plastered on your face.

"I know," she shoots back with a shit-eating grin.

"Well now that you've gotten your temptation out the way, it's time for our daily dilemma."

"What the hell are we gonna eat for dinner?" You both say in unison, laughing at your poor attempt at trying to be an adult.

After deliberating for a few minutes, you settle on a dinner destination and enjoy each other's company. All the while, the thought of Sana's ass in those shorts and what you wanna do to her never leaves your mind…

"I'll be right back. I need to go grab my laptop from upstairs," Sana tells you as she gets up off the couch you guys have been sitting on watching TV after dinner.

Sensing this is finally your chance to do some teasing of your own, you wait for her to get up the first flight of stairs before jumping off the couch to follow her. Catching up to her at the landing between flights, you grab her hand and turn Sana around to face you.

"Baby what are you doin-," she starts to say before you back her up against the wall and lock lips in a passionate kiss.

With the left hand you used to turn her around, you start making your way up the side of her body, making sure to hit all the spots you know she loves. Starting at her upper thigh, you keep going higher and higher. You linger a bit at her hips before continuing on past her waist and coming to a brief stop at the side of her breast. You hear a small intake of breath and she knows you've got her right where you want her.

Not content with stopping there, you keep moving your hand higher and higher until you finally come to a stop at her neck. As you slide your hand across the front of her neck, you give it a squeeze, knowing just the way she likes it. Not hard enough to breach the trust that you two have built over the last three years, but definitely hard enough to let her know that she's all yours.

"Fuck..." She moans through gritted teeth as you feel her squirm under your grip.

At that, you press your body against hers even harder than you had been, deepening and increasing the urgency of your kisses. She returns the kiss, making it clear that she's just as in the mood as you are.

You pull away just as she starts to reach down to grab your growing hardon through your sweatpants.

"Wait, what?" She says as she's looking at you with a sex-crazed look in her eyes that you just can't get enough of.

"Hey, you wanna tease me? Then I'm gonna tease you right back," you say over your shoulder as you start to head back downstairs towards the living room.

Before you can even sit back down on the couch, Sana is right on your heels, itching to flip the script on what just happened on the stairs. She grabs your hand and turns you around to face her, a sexy flame still burning in her eyes. She then reaches down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before she pushes you down onto the couch.

Climbing on top of you, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts and pushes against your chest as she once again locks lips with you, picking up right where you left off on the stairs.

Sana begins to slowly pull away, trailing kisses down your chest before unzipping and pulling your pants off to get to your now rock hard dick. She wastes no time taking every inch of you into her mouth, settling into an intoxicating rhythm that sends you into a frenzy.

You have no idea how long she was going for before you decide it's time for some reciprocation.

"Alright, love. It's your turn now," you whisper to her as you sit up and lay her back onto the couch. In one swift motion, her shorts and panties are on the floor and you're completely devouring every inch of her dripping wet pussy.

"Oh fuuuuck, baby… just like that," Sana tells you between moans as her body begins to writhe under your mouth. Knowing just how to send her into overdrive, you reach up and start massaging her breasts with both hands. As you continue lapping up her juices, you hear her breathing start to get more and more shallow, knowing she's close.

As she gets closer, she begins to squeeze your head between her beautiful thighs, screaming your name in ecstasy.

"Holy shit… I'll never get over how good you are at that."

"You aren't too bad yourself, baby," you reply back as you kiss and admire every inch of her beautiful body while she's regaining her composure.

Sana looks over to see that you're once again standing at full attention and proceeds to give you another one of those sex-crazed looks she knows you love so much.

“Now, daddy… get over here and fuck me already.”

Wasting no time at all, you line yourself up with her slit and slowly inch your way inside her tight pussy, giving her a chance to take you all in. Once you push in as far as you can, you slowly pull out before going back in just as slowly.

Sana grabs your face, looking deep into your eyes before whispering, "I said fuck me, daddy."

"Your wish is my command," you whisper back before pulling all the way back out and slamming into her with a quick thrust that takes away any breath Sana had left. You keep this pace up, sending you both into another plane of existence as your bodies come together as one.

As you continue pounding away, you look down as Sana's breasts bounce along with your rhythm. That, combined with her repeated cries of "yes, daddy" are more than enough to push you to the edge. Sensing you're close, Sana looks up into your eyes and says "Fill me up, daddy."

And that was the final straw needed to completely send you over the edge as you shoot rope after rope of warm cum deep into her pussy.

As you both struggle to catch your breath after the impromptu sex session, you give her a deep kiss that she returns in kind.

"I love you so much, Sana."

"I love you too... Aren't you glad I decided to put on those shorts this morning?"

"Hell yeah, I am. You ready for more?"

"I'll never get enough of this…” she bites her bottom lip as she wraps her legs around your waist, fully ready to continue this until the sun comes up.

[boss-skye]

The Tattoo Shop

Kaidy was a distant cousin. She didn’t have the name but she got the O’Riain eyebrow, quirked halfway up her round pale, speckled face when Skye strolled into her little shop holding hands with a man.

“He’s not from around ‘ere.” Kaidy said by way of introduction, wiping a splatter of ink onto her black apron before peeling off her black nitrile gloves.

Skye only smiled, offering a tiny half-shrug as she gestured Kiosho toward a secluded room at the back of the shop. She pulled him to a stop just before a beaded curtain at the end of a long hallway as she laced her fingers through his hair to make him kiss her. 

“Take off your shirt.” She kissed the highest point of his pretty brown cheek. “Get comfortable.” She kissed the tip of his perfect nose. “I’ll be with ye shortly, mo ghaol.”

“When you said you wanted a signature-” Kaidy started from the sink as she washed her hands. She dried them with a sterile blue towel, steam pressed so crisp the folds remained even after she’d tossed it, half wet into a bin. 

“Aye.” Skye said dryly, waving a hand to rush the artist’s moment of shock and awe along for efficiency’s sake. “Kaidy, I have an even stranger… need.”

–

"Holy fucking shit-" Kio made a choking noise, but to his credit, managed to stay mostly still while Skye's cousin Kaidy worked a tattoo gun over the cut of his hip, just under the left edge of his adonis belt. 

It wasn't the needle as much as his girlfriend's painted mouth, warm and wet and working in perfect rhythm with her spit-slicked fist that had him reeling. “Baby- fucking- Shit. Fuuuuck.” His hands got heavier in her silky red hair and Kaidy used the momentary tension shaking his body to dip the tattoo gun back into the tiny capful of ink on her steel side table. 

Somehow the pain of the tattoo wasn’t just lessened by the electric shocks of pure carnal satisfaction every time Skye swallowed around the head of his dick, but impossibly it made the whole thing more intense. Or it could have been the molly she fed him from her tongue with her juices still slick on his beard an hour and a half ago.

She released him only to smile up from between his knees, only barely even aware of the other woman still working at inking her name into his hip - a joke about branding that turned anything but teasing.

“Ah ah. No yet, mo ghaol.” She never took her eyes off him, despite the way they watered from lack of air and earlier exertions as she slow stroked her fist over him from root to tip, teasing away the roaring fires of impending eruption with low, whispered encouragement. 

“Such a bonnie fuckin’ cock, righ.” She kissed the very tip of his swollen head, smiling and licking away the string of precum that chased her lips as Kio groaned and pulsed in her hand. “I ken, ghaol. We’re almost there.”

Kiosho could only spit another string of heavy curses, breaking Skye’s blue steel gaze only to watch the progress of her name across his hip. 

Kaidy could feel his eyes on her, saying “Just a wee bit more,” and praying silently to finish before Skye O’Riain mounted her… partner? That bit made her head hurt. She shook it as she worked the last few strokes of faded shading to round out the style of the lettering. 

She had tattooed lots of names on lots of folks. And Skye’s name more than once. But never with her support or consent - which is what made this particular one interesting. Either way, she figured with another shake of her head, she didn’t get paid to ask or tell.

She finished her work with her head down and turned to gather the mess at her station.

“Should come back and see me for some actual art sometime.” She grinned, turning and expecting a friendly parting conversation only to watch the pair work together as Skye climbed into Kio’s lap. Kiosho reached to peel her tight leather skirt up her long thighs with one hand and pushed her lacy green panties to the side with the other. 

“Alright then.” Kaidy cleared her throat and did a mental inventory of her home liquor cabinet. It was always an interesting day at work when an O’Riain came strolling through her door. “Always good to see you, Skye.”

[momokiiicos]

fuck. oh god i just finished watching VP ep 11 (yea im late ik) and im still REELING from it holy shit this might be the biggest roller coaster of any content i've ever been on

i literally cannot make head or tails of whatever the fuck emotions im feeling rn. this episode is like im staring in horror (in a good way) as it unfolds, unable to even breathe

first off. YOUNG GUIL??? LOOKS SO DAMN GOOD ??? ngl thats my fav guil look, no wonder saga fell head over heels for him. also the moment i realized the dude is young saga asdjfhsdk. and i mean like we been knew why saga is stuck over guil but man, that's rough buddy.

fr tho, ive been saying saga needs to get his shit fixed with the "i belong to no one" thing while everyone knows he's still pissed about guil, like man its ok if ur still not over guil yet but dont pretend ur not bc that's just hurting both mist and jack lmao

so im v glad in this ep he's able to start moving on!! bc when he told mist & co. "i met u all" i almost cried holy shit. and despite everything the song he sang for guil was so fucking beautiful asdjfhdsjkfh

and fuuuck even with everything that happened saga still encouraged ange (and OZ) to sing and apparently he offered to save yutaka's life like ??? holy shit. classic tsundere but like saga ily

there was so much going on so this is all over the place BUT ! that bit with eve and beth like ??? what is going on ??? i have so many questions ??? 1) ok so what IS eve and beth's relationship?? and 2) we still desperately need beth's backstory ??

and THEN !! bc i have jack tunnel vision, and by extension i love it when the twins interact (purely brotherly interaction!!!), gosh that scene with robin and jack having an actual meaningful convo fuuuuck. and while i was combusting the whole time watching jack (bc i love my hubby), im glad the scene reminded me of why i actually love him besides instincts alone. i always thought jack has much more wisdom in him than he seems and thinks through things much more deeply than assumed and i'm glad this scene shows us that a bit more. maybe in the future i'll go off on a more elaborate tangent on jack but that's for another day

bc fuck. we finally got sagajack crumbs in this ep. (note : before anyone yells at me for looking (dis)respectfully at sagajack, 1) i still dk how i feel about it and 2) i hv my own hc abt them that may be a little bit removed from canon) FUUUUCK when jack laid his head on saga's lap AHHHHHHHH

i love their dynamic. i just simply fucking love it

and also the low quality jack on the bridge lmao that's so fucking cute and for what ([whisper] for saga obvs)

and uhhhh,,,guil came back to life with the power of the moon ??? that's a whole thing. i'm glad OZ questioned it instead of treating it as something that just happens normally. from what i understand no one is giving their life away for guil yet so there's that. but like, why were they singing naked ??? (i thought that's dimitri's thing only lol

i think that's all for now. my mind is still reeling even now holy shit. and next ep is the last WTF?? im NOT ready for VP to end fuck. and next ep is titled "angelist" which basically means there will be expectedly a fuck ton of ange drama and im not ready

also we'll be getting a manga !! yay !!

god i can tell im gonna be so deep into the VP fandom for the foreseeable future. the start of the year i said sk8 saved me from the pits of hell. and now i think VP literally just roller coastered me straight back to hell then yeeted me directly into heaven and god rly just keeps ping-ponging me between those two. and in between these, sonny boy took me apart and put me back tgt and left a permanent hole.

2021 is rly just the year of original anime content huh. ik some ppl are hesitant on original content but when it fucks, it fucks u good

[greenorangevioletgrass]

🔥wearing a skirt bc you know it turns peter on and he knows you did it to tease him so he teases the fuck out of you till the only thing you can think about is his cock and then he destroys you and calls you his needy girl

this is somewhat based on real experience lmao. also this got long oops. enjoy!

It’s the International Young Leaders Conference and you’re all the way in Cambridge, Massachusetts, representing your university’s best and brightest. 

Well, that is if one of the other best and brightest, science whiz/your boyfriend Peter Parker, isn’t too distracted by your long legs and dark red flared skirt (your favorite-- and his).

He spots you at the hotel breakfast bar and nearly drops his glass of orange juice. You simply, innocently, wave and walk over to him, your Mary Jane heels clickety clacking on the floor.

 His jaw stiffens and he doesn’t say anything for a moment. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he sizes you up.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” you saunter away to the table where your friends are at, fully knowing that a) he likes how you tower over him in heels, and b) he’s definitely walking behind you and checking you out.

You’re surprised that he doesn’t try to tease you in any way through breakfast. A little disappointed, even. He’s usually so eager, so needy so quickly. But he simply squeezes your bare knee and returns to his toast, and talks about the panels he’s most interested to check out today.

Alright, then. You want a game? Let’s play.

The first plenary session of the day is in a large auditorium with maybe 1,200 people in there, and you choose to sit on the back row on the far corner of the space. And it doesn’t take you long until you’re crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting in your seat, knocking against his leg, hoping it would annoy him and make him pay attention to you.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” he whispers, but you don’t miss the catch in his throat.

“Nothing!” you smirk.

“Bullshit.” he flashes that boyish smile. “You little attention seeker.”

“Whore,” you correct him.

He freezes. “What?”

“I’m a little attention…” you lean in closer and whisper the last word for his ears only, “...whore.”

He gulps, grips his messenger bag in his lap, and clears his throat. “Let’s, uh, let’s get some water, shall we?” he rasps, raising his volume a little bit and trying to sound casual.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you get up and lead Peter out of the hall.

You walk and walk, treading identical hallways and passing by hotel guests and fellow conference goers and employees until you find the door to the emergency staircase. Looking around, you open the door, Peter tailing behind you.

As soon as the door clicks to a close, he all but backs you up against the wall, attacking your lips, undoubtedly smearing the plum-shade lipstick you put on this morning. His knee nudges your legs apart and keeps them there.

“Babe...” he sighs, hand already making its way underneath your skirt, ready to yank your panties aside, only to be met with your glistening folds. Bare. “Holy shit, you’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you.”

You grin wolfishly and simply open your legs wider. Peter responds almost immediately to find your little swollen bud and make you grind against his hand, all the while muffling out your moans with a kiss.

You’re dripping all over his hand and it just makes him rub you harder and soon enough, his soaking fingers enter you like the easiest, best thing in the world.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, but unbelievably fast.

“Your cock, please, wantyourcockinsideme--” he tears his hand off of you as soon as you say it and you almost cry at the loss.

He licks his slippery fingers clean and turns you around facing the wall. Playfully, you bend over and flip up your skirt.

“Fuuuuck…” you hear him groan against the shuffling of his belt clinking and pants dropping, and the next thing you know, he is bottoming out inside you, stretching you with his big, hard cock.

He stills inside you, regaining composure from your tight, wet pussy, and letting it all sink in: it’s just you and him. On a fucking emergency stairway of a hotel. No sound but your heaving breaths and the steady hum of the aircon system.

“Peter,” you breathe out.

His lips land on your shoulder blade, pressing a tender kiss. “Yeah?”

You grind back against his hips. “Please.”

And that’s all he needs, pumping his cock in and out of you with such vigor, and murmuring, “That’s it, my needy girl. Feels so good, baby fuck…”

It’s so rough, so urgent, and so fucking brash… but maybe that’s what turned you on the most about this tryst. You’re away from your friends and your environment, and you’re more inclined to do something stupid with your boyfriend.

And come to think of it, he did fuck you stupid until your pussy throbs around him and he unloads his desperate release inside you. He holds you there for a little while, keeping it all in.

You don’t untangle until Peter’s phone buzzes in his pocket, yodeling away as Ned probably wonders where the fuck they are.

You exchange amused looks with him and simply say, “Whoops.”

***

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[lilsocksiswriting]

Hooters Isn’t That Kind of Sports Bar

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Bokuto X Fem!reader

Summary: Bokuto notics that you've been getting a little home sick so he orders something to make you feel better but he may have order the wrong size.

Warnings: NSFW, no beta, minors DNI

Tags: Dry humping, Overstimulation, Creampie

Word count: 1692

Bokuto notices you're getting a little homesick. He wants to make you feel better, but he doesn't know much about America. He did remember this one time you cooked him hot wings. The recipe you used was from this place called Hooters and as you had claimed ‘wings from Hooters slap’. So, he gets this grand idea to try and cook them for you even going as far as to order a uniform planning to be your waiter for the evening.

But, when said uniform arrives he's incredibly confused. He thought Hooters was some owl themed sports bar. Which he’s not entirely wrong. He stands in front of your shared bedroom mirror wondering why the heck the uniform is so small? He must have ordered the wrong size. The shirt's practically a crop top that clings to his chest, the white socks do the same to the calves, and the shorts were so tight that his dick created a big bulge in them that definitely couldn’t be mistaken for something else.

And that’s how you find your boyfriend when you return home from classes. Standing in front of the full-length mirror of your shared bedroom checking out his plump ass in a pair of tight, orange shorts that barely cover it. When he happens to glance up and see you standing in the doorway, face red as can be, a large smile breaks out on his face.

“Y/N!” he spins around  greeting you in that boisterous manner you know so well, “Welcome back!”

“Um,” The words to greet him back get lost for a moment when you get a better view of his broad chest and the front of those tiny shorts, “yea. I’m….back. Bo, what are you wearing? I mean, I know what you're wearing...but why are you wearing that?”

“ Oh! Well, I notice that you were getting homesick lately and I remember you saying that you liked the wings from this place -” he points at the logo on his crop top, “So I was going to cook them for you and even dress up as a waiter! but I think I got the sizes messed up.”

“ No, no you uh-  the size is good. Really good. There uh, they're supposed to be all small and tight for the waitresses .”

“Wait, waitresses?”

Oh god, you were going to have to explain to Bokuto that Hooters wasn't just some sports bar that played games on big screens when he was dressed like that making you feel so aroused and hot? ”Hooters is….it’s a restaurant where you can eat and drink and watch games but the waitresses dress in a skimpy outfit so guys can ogle them.”

“Ogle? Like you're doing right now?”, Bokuto inquires like he’s clueless but he has a smirk across his face that makes you feel like you're about to get shit wrecked.

“Everything is just really… tight on you.", you mumble. 

Bokuto chuckles as he makes his way across the bedroom to meet you at that doorway, ”The shorts are a little snug, and seeing you all shy and red about it only makes them tighter Y/N.”

Oh fuck. What was it about Bokuto towering over you in a skimpy Hooters uniform that made you wet?  

You don't have much time to analyze it because in a low tone Boukuto instructs you, ”Everything off now, sugar.”

How can you deny Bokuto when he calls you that? Quickly you strip out of everything right there in the doorway. As soon you kick your underwear off, Bokuto leads you to the bed where the light pushes you onto your back, never breaking eye contact with you as he crawls on top of you.

Shoving a knee between your leg you gasp at the new pressure against your clit. Was it just you or did he seem more dominant in a crop top and shorts? He must be really getting into the way you look, all embarrassed by his little costume. And you are too, already grinding yourself against his knee. 

“Shit sugar,“ he breathes out, “Does the Hooters uniform really get you that riled up?”

“Shorts.”,  is your short and quiet response. 

“Sorry, what was that sugar?”  he pressed his knees further into you making you gasp,” You're going to have to speak up for your waiter .”

“ I-it’s the shorts!... The-the bulge.”

That was all Bokuto needed to hear from you. He grabs your legs pulling you closer wrapping your thighs around his waist. Sinking his fingers into the plush skin, Bokuto begins to lazily rut his hips into you. A low moan slips out of your mouth. You weren't expecting the rough fabric of the denim shorts to feel that good against your clit. 

“You mean this bulge?”

"Yes!”

You roll your hips up in the same languid rhythm. Shock after shock of toe tingling pleasure courses through your body before settling in the pit of your stomach where it slowly builds up. When tit's all too much to hold, it runs over, dragging you into an orgasm. You throw your head back and another moan escapes you. Your finger digs into the bed's comforter, one hand above your head and the other by your hips, as you buck your hips, riding out of your orgasm.

Just when your movements start to slow Bokuto pushes your hips down into the mattress. You don't even get a chance to fully come down from your high before Bokuto is back to dry humping you faster and harder.

“To-too much - oh fuuuuck~”, you wail.

Now it really hurt, but fuck did it feel good. You wrap your hands around Bukoto’s neck and tighten your thighs around his waist pulling him closer to you. The front of Bokuto’s new shorts are damp and the bulge now firmer and straining against the fabric.

“ Bokuto, fuck. It’s too much,” your voice slurred, mind foggy with pleasure, ”M’gonna cum again. Oh god.”

“ Yea? Does it feel that good sugar?”

You nod. Your second orgasm approaching, and your body not yet fully recovered from the last one.

“Fuck”, Bokuto hisses through his teeth. 

Very easily Bokuto picks you up, one hand under each ass cheek, and turns the two of you around, then sets back down on the edge of the bed so that you’re straddling his lap. He continues to roll his hips into yours making your head spin, but you aren’t complaining about the new position. Bokuto's so much closer to you and the friction is so much better now that you can grind down in his bulge now.

“Does my bulge feel good sugar?”

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, Feels so good Bo. So fucking good!”

You can barely handle your second orgasm as it overwhelms you causing your mind to go blank unable to process anything but the pleasure and wetness gushing from you. Bokuto's dick throbs as it’s soaked from you squirting all over the bulge it's created.

 At least this time he gives you a few moments to come down and catch your breath, but it takes everything Bokuto has not to flip you over again and fuck your spent body in the mattress. 

 “Holy Fuck”, you say after finally catch your breath resting your head on his shoulder

He kisses your cheek, “You think you can go one more time for me?”

 You think about for a moment,” Call me sugar again?”

 Bokuto smiles and rolls to two of you over so he’s once again hovering over staring down you with blown-out pupils full of want. His hands are already at the button of his shorts undoing them and shoving them down. His cock springs free, thumping against his stomach already red and dripping for you.

“I’m going to fuck your spent cunt and make you lose your mind over my cock sugar,” Bokuto promises in a low tone lining up his cock with your hole then diving in.

Once he’s balls deep inside you Bokuto takes the underside of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest so his thrusts can go as deep as they can.

Your wail of ecstasy almost downs out the lewd squelching sounds of Bukoto’s cock sinking back down into you, rubbing along all those spots inside you that made your eyes roll back. 

 “Damn sugar,” Bokuto growls close to your face,” You so take me so well and you feel nice and hot around my cock. I’m not-fuck-I’m going to last much longer.”

And neither do you. As soon as  Bukoto’s thrust becomes more rapid and uneven your walls clench down around him. Your third orgasm hits you out of nowhere.  It’s just as overwhelming. Your body is so tired from the last two that all you can do is just lay there and let it wash over you taking your breath and causing your muscles to spasm.

“Oh god sugar, sugar, sugar”, The new nickname is stumbling out of Bukoto’s mouth as you milk him dry. 

 He stays inside you a little longer catching his breath and admiring the view of you fucked out face. He’s never got tired of it. Pulling his soft cock of you a warm mix of his cum and your slick follows after making you whimpers softly as the odd feeling of it spilling out.

Bokuto lays down next to you and pulls you halfway on top of him so you can lay your head on his chest.

“I don’t think you can return the costume now.”, you say after both you have come back and the tiredness starts to set in.

“Didn’t want to anyway. That was so hot babe.”, you can hear the large smile in his voice.

You giggled, “Glad you liked it as much as I did.”

 “Yea, but I'm sorry that my whole plan to make you feel better kinda didn't work out how I hope it would.”

“Don’t be silly. We can still cook me wings for dinner.”

“ What about now?”

“ Now we nap,” you just about close your eyes,” well maybe after I pee, and we get ourselves cleaned up.”

[ffsjeongyeon]

The Teachings Part III: Don’t Know Whether You’re Coming Or Going (SMUT)

WARNINGS: SEXUAL SITUATION (JEONGYEON/CHAEYOUNG, MENTIONS OF JEONGYEON/NAYEON) G!P, MINDBLOWING ORGASM ALERT, JEONGYEON HAS A DIRTY MOUTH BUT WE ALL BEEN KNEW

Surpriiiiiiiiise. This one’s been a long time coming, but you guys are all so damn cute that you inspired me to pop this one out. I hope the wait was worth it. Cute lil innocent Chaeyoung with some grinding and earth shattering orgasms. Let me know what you think :) Peace.

Chaeyoung felt Jeongyeon’s hands slip slowly down from the small of her back to the curve of her ass. She was straddling the older girl’s lap, rocking gently - almost shyly, in a way that if she put any thought into what she was doing, her cheeks would blush full with colour. Jeongyeon squeezed her ass gently once, then again harder, making Chaeyoung’s breath hitch in her throat.

The two girls had been messing about like this more regularly since Chaeyoung had caught the two eldest in their carnal… activity. Or as Jeongyeon had so eloquently put it in the times it had been brought up in their whispered conversations - ‘fucking Nayeon’s brains to mush’.

Chaeyoung could feel her cheeks burning again.

“What are you thinking about?” Jeongyeon’s voice muttered, her lips pulling away ever so slightly from the younger girl’s. “Don’t think I can’t see you going red. Or feel you zoning out.” She pulled away a little more, this time her head moving visibly as her eyes flicked between Chaeyoung’s eyes and her plump lips. “God, those fucking lips.” She mumbled, seemingly subconsciously.

Chaeyoung sat still as one of the hands on her ass left it’s position, and a thumb rubbed across her bottom lip, caressing reverently. She gulped to gather herself before she answered.

“I was thinking about Nayeon Unnie. And how you were… and how I…” She trailed off, not completely sure how to continue, or how to word things.

“How I was… what?” Jeongyeon’s eyes flicked with something dark, something mischievous. “How I was… fucking her just like how you want to be fucked?”

Jeongyeon’s candidness always took her breath away. And always left her aching.

“That is what you want, right?” The older girl continued on, unperturbed by Chaeyoung’s silence. In fact, she was encouraged on by it. “You want to feel me slip inside you. Where no one has been before. You want to see if my cock would fit, don’t you?” Chaeyoung felt like her cheeks were going to explode. “Look at you, my guess is you’ve barely even had your own fingers inside yourself. You’ve had my come down your throat, but I bet you’re dying for it to shoot inside you elsewhere.”

The aching between Chaeyoung’s legs flared almost painfully as she shot forward, capturing the older girl’s lips between her own. As she moved, naturally beginning her rocking again, she could feel just how I wet she had become. It was like a warm puddle had gathered in her underwear. Jeongyeon’s length had hardened directly underneath her crotch as she wiggled rhythmically on top of her.

“Fuuuuck.” Escaped Jeongyeon as she roughly grabbed Chaeyoung’s by the hips and ground into her core through her jeans and Chaeyoung’s pants under her skirt. “That’s it.” She encouraged, her head falling back in pleasure. “God. Grind it, baby, that’s it.”

Chaeyoung felt her breath get heavier and heavier as she followed the instructions. She let her head fall to Jeongyeon’s neck, and began to instinctively nibble there, until something felt different. It felt like she was going to pee… or explode… or her legs were going to fall off. Or maybe all of the above, or perhaps neither. It felt like she couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that she needed to keep grinding on Jeongyeon’s hard length that she could feel through their clothes. Keep grinding a certain spot. Her clit she realised.

“I think I’m…” The words got cut off as a particular upthrust from Jeongyeon caused her to moan, cementing her thought. “I think I’m gonna come.”

It was only as the words came out her mouth that she realised how true they were.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m going to come.”

Jeongyeon moaned out at her words, forcing her head up and looking directly at the younger girl.

“Yeah? You’re gonna be a good girl and come for me? You’re gonna come while you’re grinding on me like a needy little slut? Such a good girl.” Jeongyeon whispered. “My good girl. Go on, come for me. Let me see. Come hard, baby girl.”

“Oh my… holy fucking shiiit…”

Chaeyoung felt like all the blood had left her body to gather in her clit, as she ground into the body below her. Her head flopped back and her mouth opened wide, gasping for air, with Jeongyeon continuing to thrust up hard with her rhythm. It only took three more desperate sharp movements until she felt like her entire body seized. Her entire body apart from her sex, which contracted and twitched uncontrollably. She had the side thought that she must be making a terrible mess all over Jeongyeon’s lap, since it felt like she had oceans flooding out of her, seeping under the corner of her panties and probably down her thigh. The groan of pure ecstasy that scratched it’s way out from her throat echoed through her ears as she unraveled, her body suddenly losing all the tension it had built up in the last few minutes. For those precious few seconds that felt almost like minutes of her orgasm, she felt as though all her entirety was one. That her whole self was beating with the pleasure of her peak. A shaky breath sounded from her lips as her clit thudded uncontrollably against the hard length directly below it, and Chaeyoung shuddered from the contact, folding in on herself.

She slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was still straddled over Jeongyeon’s lap, but now her head was tucked securely into the other girl’s neck, and the hands that had previous been gripping her hips and aiding her rocking, were now gently caressing the small of her back, under her top, skin to skin.

“God, you’re incredible when you come.” Jeongyeon whispered, sounding almost in awe.

Once again, a shaky breath broke free from Chaeyoung, hearing her heart pound in her ears with prior exertion, and she tucked herself in more securely against her Unnie’s neck, wrapping her arms around her and crossing them at the girl’s nape. Another few quiet minutes sitting like this, and she’ll be good as gold. Hopefully after that time, she’ll be able to feel her legs again.

[kookscrescent]

Intense Desires (m) │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader ➤ summary│Jungkook actions are sure to leave you unable to walk in the morning.  ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│instant smuuuut under the cut, kinda rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms ➤ word count│1.2k│semi edited ➤ release date│August 26th 2019  ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

The bed is squeaking loudly underneath you as Jungkook slams his hips against yours, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the bedroom and essentially rocking the bed causing it to slam against the wall repeatedly.

Hopefully your neighbors aren’t home or at least have some earplugs. For their own sake because being quiet isnt on the menu tonight.

Your hands are all over his back, your nails digging into his back muscles feeling them contract underneath your touch every time he moves. God, it feels so good and you can’t help the scratches you are sure to leave on his back as you hold on for dear life when the intense pleasure hits you.

Jungkook groans against you neck, his lips gracing your pulse point making you throw your head back in ecstasy and to give him better access. He takes the opportunity, harshly sucking on your exposed skin, the tip of his tongue gently running over the fresh mark he’s just left to soothe some of the sting.

His lips travel further down your throat, leaving wet kisses on his way and stops briefly at your collarbone to nip at the skin before he continues down, his hips never slowing their pace.

When he reaches the top of your breast with his lips, one of his hands comes up to firmly massage it, his thumb brushing over your erect nipple. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He breaths against your skin.

You writher underneath him, his words going straight to the place between your legs. You can’t do anything but moan in responds, the pleasure overwhelming you and making your mind go blank for anything to say.

This isn’t the first time today that you and Jungkook are having sex. You woke up this morning with him nestled between your legs, his tongue working his magic, lapping hungrily at your folds, his fingers scissoring in and out of you as he gave you your first orgasm of the day. Later, he decided to have you against the kitchen counter as well. Taking you by surprise when he came up behind you, bending you over in one swift movement and fucking you raw against the cold granite.

This is the third round of the day, but it still feels like the first. Jungkook’s stamina constantly surprises you! The man can go on for an eternity never losing any energy, while you are on the verge of subsuming completely to the pleasure cursing through your entire body, the sensation and stimulation overwhelming you.

The movement of his hips suddenly cease as he sits back on his calves, grapping your legs and spreading them even wider, his eyes staring at the place where you are both connected.

An animalistic groan leaves his lips as he slams back inside you, not wasting any time in slowly building his rhythm back up. Moans of intense pleasure leaves your kissed swollen lips and your back arches off the bed, your third orgasm building at a fast rate.

“Holy f-fuck! Don’t stop Jungkook!” You manage to stammer out between his sharp thrusts.

“Again! Say my name again!” He growls.

“Jungkook!” You cry his name.

You can almost taste the orgasm on your tongue. You are so close. But just as you are about to reach your peak, Jungkook suddenly stops and pulls out of you completely. You are about to whine in protest but your words get stuck in your throat when suddenly his mouth is between your legs, his lips latching on to your clit and sucking in sharp rapid motions, sending you flying right over the edge.

“Shit!” You gasp and curl your fingers around his dark locks, trying to pry his mouth away from your sensitive heat. Jungkook keeps at it until he’s sure you’ve ridden out the very last of your orgasm. Crawling back up your body, he kisses your lips, the taste of your orgasm still on his tongue. You moan into the kiss as his hands gently travel up your sides and up to cup the side of your face, guiding your lips along his.

His entire body is covering yours as he supports himself on his elbows while his lips gently move against yours. You can feel his length laying heavily between your legs and you moan at the feel of it when Jungkook slowly grinding his hips against you. This time when he enters you it’s slow and sensual, the stretch almost unbearable as he sinks deep into you.

You cry out from the pleasure. It’s almost too much, you are still so sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck with a mixture between a groan and a gasp. “Fuck you’re clenching so much around my cock!” His hot breath hits your neck sending shivers down your spine.

Turning your face, your capture his lips with yours as he begins to move. Grasping the back of his head you pull him tighter to you, your lips dancing together as your bodies move together in the most intimate way. His thrusts are slow and gentle, his hips never picking up too much speed, drawing out your pleasure.

The world outside is dark as you and Jungkook lose yourself in each other. His throaty moans keep sending electric shocks through your body and within long you can already feel yourself building up to your fourth orgasm of the day.

“God…. You feel so good,” You moan against his lips, his tongue tracing your lover lip before he gently bites it.

He hums in responds. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he praises you, his hand brushing away a lose strand of hair from your forehead. “Your face flushed, those sexy little gasps and whimpers leaving those sweet sweet lips as you take what I give you.”

Upon hearing his words, your walls clamp down around him and he falters for only a second from the feeling before he picks up the speed slightly.

Suddenly, he isn’t gentle anymore. His hips are slamming against yours, his length ramming in and out of you as your back arched off the bed, your hands grasping whatever they can hold on to. Jungkook lifts off of you enough to get his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and tracing fast circles on it, bringing you over the edge. White spots are dancing around your vision as the orgasm takes over, your body shaking against Jungkook.

“Argh! I’m gonna cum baby! Fuuuuck!” Jungkook groans above you and you can feel as he releases inside you. His pace slows down but he keeps pumping in and out of you until he’s sure you both rode out your orgasm.

He collapses on top of you, his face laying on your chest as you both try getting your breathing under control.

After three rounds of sex and four orgasms you are sure to be walking funny in the morning, and you know Jungkook will be more than pleased that he can do this to you.  

“What’s gotten into you today?” you mumble satisfied against his forehead, your breathing still out of control.

He chuckles lightly against you, his lips brushing your collarbone as he peered up at you. “Are you complaining?”

“I’m not, but my legs might protest in the morning.”

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The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 3

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1       Part 2     Part 4     Part 5

Same day, later in the evening

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” The Joker crawls next to you although he has an idea about why you look upset.

You’re on your tummy scribbling on a piece of paper and he can tell you are concentrating hard while working on the current project: writing down your name. Only got the first three letters then the rest went blank.

“I….I can’t think…” you intensely stare at the blue pen in between your fingers.

“Of course you can!” J reaches over so he can guide your arm since it’s clear you need help. “There you go… done. Now try to copy it bellow, alright?”

“Hm?”

“Try again Princess,” he taps on the sheet and watches Y/N struggling to imitate the word. “Well done!” The King of Gotham praises. “Wanna give it a shot with a few more simple words?”

“Mmmm…” you debate. “OK?...”

You analyze The Joker’s movements as he depicts four letter words, one of them getting your attention in particular.

“Love?” you smile, happy you deciphered the meaning.

“Yes, a basic…”

“Love?” you scoot over, more and more excited and it clicks for your boyfriend.

“It’s just an example for you to exercise and relearn how to write, understand? It doesn’t mean anything!”

You giggle and touch his nose with yours.

“Love!”

“No Pumpkin! I don’t love you, how did you get such atrocity from my note??!! It has no hidden meaning! I barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of like you and that’s it!”

You snicker and quickly slide to grab the yellow teddy bear, whispering in its ear:

“Love.”

“Aren’t you listening Princess?? Don’t start fake rumors!!”

Still…Y/N lives on her own little planet and her damaged brain grasped a wonderful concept despite The Clown vehemently dismissing his actions.

“Serves me right for being supportive,” he grumbles and resorts to diversion, the best weapon against your new found logic.

“Wanna read to me?” he points at the pile of children’s books resting on the nightstand: they are the best to use in your present circumstance.

“… … Read?... ” you ask, confused.

“Here,” J picks a random publication and gives it to you.

Might as well fully take advantage.

“Spoil me!” he buries his cheeks in your cleavage, guiding your free hand towards his green locks.

You never figured out how he doesn’t suffocate with his face glued to your skin; sometimes he sleeps like that for hours. Must be a special talent.

“The … ummm… the…. The duck…” you read the first page and massage his scalp, frowning at the words you can’t make sense of. “Cross… … crossed?...”  

“Yeah,” The Joker’s mumbled voice agrees.

“… the… g-glass…” you stutter at the sentence.

“Grass,” J corrects you.

“Hm?...”

“Grass Pumpkin, not glass.”

“Ummm… grass…” you continue to read the best way you can and he rectifies your errors until no more sounds emerge: The King is softly purring, a clear indication he’s dreaming.

You toss the book on the floor, fed up with the difficult task of organizing your thoughts; pampering him is better. You slowly tilt his head backwards so you can kiss him: The Joker frowns in his daze and you pinch his butt, chuckling.

“What is it?” he opens one eye and you pull down on his boxers. “Princess, we had sex an hour ago. Do you think I run on batteries?” the complaint is fast to follow.

... … … Batteries?... …                                            

You jump from the bed and stump to the closet, fumbling around for a couple of minutes before returning to a puzzled Clown.

You stretch the elastic of his underwear, dropping two batteries you snatched from the flashlight inside.

“How… how long do we w-wait?” you innocently ask.

The Joker bites his lip, attempting to contain himself yet he can’t: he bursts out laughing at your quirky solution while dragging you on top of him.

“You’re the funniest and smartest person I know, Pumpkin!” he cracks up, actually convinced he’s telling the truth. “Who’s my clever girl, huh?”

He’s talking about a girl again…What girl?...

Y/N peeks behind her and J reminds his baffled half:

“For God’s sake, Princess! I’m talking about you; you’re my girl! Can you get my phone?” he gestures at his mobile ringing by your pillow.

You give the cell to J, ignoring his conversation with Frost: you keep kissing him with the sole purpose of getting undivided affection.

“I guess Adam is here to pick up the cars you damaged,” he finally ends his chat. “Let’s go supervise the process. Don’t be disappointed, Pumpkin, we’ll have fun later. It’s your fault for destroying my collection!”

****************

The Joker watches his crew sweeping the concrete in the garage: broken glass, pieces of metal and debris scattered on the pavement after his vehicles were hauled inside huge trucks in order to be transported to Adam’s workshop for repairs.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N!” he growls, frustrated.

“Y-you’re welcome,” you serenely reply without a care in the universe.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me, Princess!” he huffs at your indifference.

“Love,” you confess to the fluffy toy squished in your embrace.

“I heard that and it’s an aberration! Why do you keep persisting with this nonsense?! I’m literally stating the opposite!” J admonishes but who’s listening to him?

Not Y/N.

“Nolan is texting me,” he changes subject. “He wants me to meet him at his warehouse to inspect the boxes of ammo for the deal. Will you accompany me?”

“Hm?”

“Car ride?” The King of Gotham simplifies his request.

“U-hum!” you nod, preparing to enter the purple Lamborghini which luckily wasn’t in the garage when you smashed J’s cars.

“Frost, if you see me parked up the street in the driving alley, don’t come investigate, got it? This woman’s been pestering me for extracurricular activities, might not make it inside the mansion.”

“Of course, sir!” Jonny finds it wise to consent to his boss’s rambling.

“Tell everyone: if the Lamborghini’s rockin’, don’t come knockin’!”

**************

You’re sitting on J’s lap, completely blocking the arrangements happening at the table: you’re more preoccupied with your game than whatever it is they are negotiating about.

“What are you playing, Y/N?” Nolan curiously inquires because your thumbs are surely moving at a crazy speed on your cell’s screen.

“Hm?” you stop and gaze his way.

“What are you playing?” the man repeats.

“Mmmmm… Tetrixx Bricks.”

“What level are you on?” Nolan leans over, his eyes getting big at the revelation. “Holy shit, Y/N! How did you make it this far??! I’ve been striving to pass level 98 for a month!”

“She’s smart, that’s how!” your boyfriend sassily underlines.

“Do you think that you can help me?” the guy slides his phone in front of you.

“I’m sorry, is this a gaming party or a business matter?!” The Joker scoffs.

“Well, we’re pretty much done: we accepted the terms, we just have to move the merchandise in the morning.”

You are already matching the colorful blocks on Nolan’s game, his face ecstatic when the obnoxious song announces with great fanfare: “Level Up!”

“Holy cow!!!!” he shouts and you return his phone. “Thank you!”

“Hey Y/N,” one of the mobster’s henchmen dares to voice his demand. “Would you help me too? I’m stuck on level 76.”

“I’m dead on 105,” another goon mumbles under his breath, stepping in the line forming to your left.

J would normally cut off this useless waste of his precious time yet he can’t deny the gratification building up in his heart: heavens knows how it feels to be trapped inside your own mind and his girl has definitely battled unimaginable odds to be where she’s at right now.

Living with cognitive impairment is not easy, but she’s still here and it beats the alternative.

“Good job, Pumpkin!” The Clown boasts at the long string of cell phones parading through your fingers while you aid Nolan’s team leveling up on Tetrixx Bricks.

And somehow his hands are holding you tighter, not even bored with the random outcome of his meeting.

**************

You escaped on the terrace for a break and J is discussing the last details with your host: tomorrow you have a routine checkup, thus he has to wrap it up soon.

“Out of my way, half-wit!” Derek aka Nolan’s oldest son pushes you. Would he have done it if you were the same individual from almost a year ago? Nope. Apparently he believes he’s entitled to take advantage of Y/N since she’s alone outside.

“Why did Mister Joker bring you anyway?” he lights up a cigarette, annoyed. “Stupid monosyllabic bitch!” he ogles your summer dress, swiftly lifting it. “Are you wearing diapers?” he chuckles as you walk backwards, trying to process what he’s throwing at you. “Come on, show me!” he approaches and carefully scouts the premises to ensure you two don’t have company.

Perhaps the neurons in your brain are overcharged for the moment; nevertheless, they warn of imminent altercation: the dude’s a total douchebag.

“Are you shy?” Derek grins. “C’mon, lemme see!! Oooohh…fuuuuck…” he bends over in pain when your knee unexpectedly kicks him in the crotch: you used all your strength and he drops down, curling up in a ball. “God…dammit!” Derek shrieks at the defense he didn’t anticipate.

“I…I’m not wearing diapers!” you stammer and because he landed on the edge of the pool you roll him in the water also.

The loud splash makes The Joker wave at you, glad he eventually found you: he’s been searching around the warehouse for the last 5 minutes.

“There you are! Quit playing around, Pumpkin; we have a swimming pool at home!”

You rush by his side eager to bail before the asshole pops up from the bottom of the pond.

“Sushi for dinner?” J suggests and Y/N is not the type of individual to reject one of her favorite dishes.

“I…I love sushi,” you smile elbowing him. “Love.”

“Don’t start with me again!” The King barks at your obvious hint.

*************

“Are you eating the last piece?” he glares at your salmon roll.

“No,” you offer the treat to him. “You…you need it more,” Y/N verbalizes her concern regarding his well-being.

“Can’t disagree, Pumpkin. You exhausted me you naughty girl,” J pretends to be super tired. “What can I do? Princess wants, Princess gets,” he inhales, resigned.

You’re not focusing on his whining: frankly, your intellect has been challenged enough for today. You cuddle in his arms while he chews on his food and watch TV without paying attention to the movie.

“Don’t forget tomorrow morning you have your doctor’s appointment,” J mentions. “I have to stay and wait for the guns I purchased from Nolan; you’ll have to manage without me. I’ll send an escort, deal?”

“U-hum.”

“Don’t yawn, Pumpkin. I’m the one that should yawn,” The Joker scratches his thigh. “This move sucks,” he pouts and turns off the TV. “I have a better idea,” he chooses a kid’s book from the stack. “Read to me.”

You open the textbook and although your brain is overwhelmed, you still make an effort for his sake.

“Mmm… Rainy… sky… Skies?...”

“Yup,” he turns on his side and nuzzles in your hair.

“Float over…hmm… t-town…”, your voice echoes in the room, soothing a worn out Joker.

Strange he can’t properly rest unless you read to him: after all J barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of likes you.

Also read: MASTERLIST

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[psychovigilantewrites]

Just Drunken Talks

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader

Genre: Drabble smut

Word Count: 1,305

A/N: I wanted to try out something different and new after I read a fic written in a similar style on ao3. I thought it was a nice challenge and I definitely had a lot of fun writing this! It was supposed to be SFW but uhm you guys know me and you guys know I just cant resist writing smut hehe enjoy!

Masterlist

Ko-fi

You should head to bed, Princess. You’re drunk.”

“I- I’m not drunk. Just a lil’ tipsy s’all.”

“Sweetheart, you’re definitely drunk.”

“How would you know, huh?”

“Coz you’re looking at me funny.”

“Maybe because you’re funny lookin’, Jay- hey, don’t roll your eyes at me!”

“Come on, I’ll carry you to bed.”

“It’s fine, I can sleep on the couch right here.”

“The last time you slept on the couch you complained about back aches the whole week. Come on, let me help you up.”

“But, Jaaaaaaay.”

“What is it?”

“I just want to stay here with you for a bit. Please? You hardly come home anymore. It’s just mission after mission. You’re my housemate but you’re barely home.”

“You got me here the whole weekend, sweetie.”

“Please, Jay? Let me cuddle up next to you like this just a little longer.”

“Fine. But you gotta stop with the funny looks.”

“What funny looks?”

“You know, with those eyes.”

“Are you sure you’re not drunk too, Jason?”

“Yes! You keep on giving me those weird eyes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“See, you’re doing it again! Stop looking at me like- like-”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to sex me up or something.”

“Maybe I do, Jay.”

“Woah, woah, what’re you doing?”

“M’trying to kiss you. Comere.”

“Princess, you are drunk outta your mind. No.”

“Please.”

“No way in hell.”

“Please, Jay?”

“Fuck- stop that.”

“I haven’t even moved, Jay.”

“No, stop with the voice.”

“Now you have a problem with my voice?”

“Yes, you’re making it sound all weird and sexy.”

“Are you sure it’s not because I’m pleading?”

“Pretty sure it’s because you’re making it extra sultry on purpose.”

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? N- I mean, yeah- but, that’s not the point!”

“What’s the point, baby?”

“Fuck, fuck. The point is, you’re killin’ me.”

“I just want a kiss, baby. That’s all I want.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“But I like calling you that. And from what I can see, you do, too.”

“What? What are you- oh, fuck. No, this is because you’ve been frisky with me all night.”

“Hmm, I still made you hard without even touching you, though.”

“When you look at me like that, and make your stupid voice sound like that, it’s enough to make anyone hard.”

“So it is because of my voice? You’re being inconsistent, Jason.”

“Incon- wait, what the fuck? Are you even drunk anymore?”

“Just a bit tipsy.”

“Fuck, you scheme like Bruce.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not a compliment.”

“Can you kiss me now?”

“What- no! You’re still under the influence.”

“I thought you liked me, Jason.”

“I do. I do like you.”

“But just as a friend?”

“You know we’re more than just friends, sweetheart.”

“Like, best friends?”

“Sure……. Why are you pouting like that?”

“Nevermind. This was a mistake. Forget this ever happened. I’m heading to bed.”

“Hey, come on. Don’t go. Sit back down here. That’s right. Now, you know I can’t kiss you when you’re drunk. It’s not right.”

“It’s not just about that.”

“Then what is it about?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Well now that you’ve brought it up, you just gotta.”

“It’s not that simple, Jason.”

“Look. We’ve known each other for like, what? Eight years now? Since we first met in Titans Tower? Sure, I died for a bit in between, but we’ve been housemates for like, the past two and a half years?”

“So?”

“So, you can trust me. You can tell me anything and I won’t judge. You know that.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That it’ll ruin things between us.”

“Hey. Nothing can ruin things between us. You can try to shoot me and I’ll still forgive you. So are you going to tell me?”

“Fine.”

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, it’s been a whole minute! You gonna tell me or not?”

“Ugh, fine, I like you, okay? I’ve… I’ve caught the feels, or whatever.”

“That’s cool.”

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“That’s your response? Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“I’m just messin’ with you, come on. I like you, too.”

“Like, more than just best friends?”

“Definitely. Had a crush on you since Titans.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Wanted to bash Roy’s head in when he was flirting with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you, baby?”

“Did you just call me baby?”

“Yeah. You like it?”

“I kinda do.”

“Good.”

“Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you kiss me now?”

“Are you drunk?”

“I told you, I was tipsy!”

“And are you still tipsy?”

“I kinda never was…”

“What?”

“I pretended to be drunk so I can make a move on you. And if it didn’t work out I could just blame it on the alcohol.”

“No wonder. You were too sharp to be drunk.”

“So can you ki- mmpf!”

“Fuck, baby. Been wanting to do that since forever.”

“Me too.”

“Comere. Sit on my lap. Yeah, straddle me like that. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Mmmm, fuck! Do that again.”

“You like it when I bite your lip?”

“Yes, just not too- ow! I said not too hard, dumbass!”

“Ow! Why’d you smack me like that!”

“Because you’re such a- oh, god. Oh, God, Jay.”

“I love it when you wear these shorts. So flimsy. So easy to slip aside and-”

“Ah, fuck!”

“Do me a favor and take off your top for me, baby.”

“Anything you say, Jay.”

“Such a good girl. Fuck, I’ve always wanted to see your tits. I’ve always wanted to…”

“Hnngh, shit, Jason. Keep- keep sucking. God, please don’t stop. Fuck, let me take off your-”

“Ah, fuck. Straight at it, huh?”

“So big, Jason. Want to choke on it. Can I choke on it?”

“Fuck, baby, don’t talk like that while you’re stroking me.”

“Why not?”

“Because- fuck- because you’re gonna make me come too soon.”

“But I want your cock inside my throat, Jason.”

“Some other time. I want to feel your pussy. Come here.”

“Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck fuck fuck, Jason.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, holy shit. You feel so good around me, baby girl.”

“Ah!”

“Oh, you like it when I rub your clit while you ride me?” 

“Don’t stop!”

“Fuck, look at those tits bounce. Fuck! So fucking sexy.”

“Jason. Oh, Jason, oh, fuck.”

“You wanna come, sweetheart?”

“Yes!”

“Wanna come all over my cock?”

“Yes, Jason, please.”

“You gotta wait a bit, okay? Wait for me, and we’ll come together. Can you do that?”

“Hnng, I’ll try.”

“No trying, baby. Can you or can you not?”

“I can!”

“There’s a good girl. So fucking good for me.”

“Fuuuuck.”

“Okay, baby, you ready?”

“Yes!”

“You ready to come with me?”

“Yes, Jason, yes!

“Okay, come with me, baby. Come with- fuck. Fuck. Ah, fuck, fuck fuck. Fuuuck.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Here, let me take it out-”

“Ah! Slowly, asshole!”

“Sorry, baby. My bad. Shit, I came a lot in you. Fuck, do you need the pill? I’ll run to the pharmacy.”

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control.”

“Ah shit, my cum is just dripping out of you.”

“Mmm, feels good.”

“Babe, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Rub my cum all over your pussy like that. You’re gonna make me hard again.”

“Good. We’ve got the whole weekend, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. Though, we might get some noise complaints. You were pretty loud.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no. I loved it. Now that asshole down the hall will know you’re mine.”

“Am I?”

“Of course- unless. Unless you don’t want to be. I mean, it’s fine if you don’t. I won’t be mad or-”

“Of course I do, Jason. But on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Come back more? Please?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll hang around you so much, you’re gonna be begging for me to leave.”

[lynenspray]

gratitude

summary: sooyoung, the newest employee in the company, is invited up to CEO kim yerim’s office for a quick “chat.” 

(joyri, unnie kink, cunnilingus, office sex) 

 joyri path for the CEO!yerim universe

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sooyoung tries to calm herself down by taking a breath, but it doesn't help. the doors beyond her are large and intimidating, sleek lines of wood that held back the person with the highest position in their company–and they may as well be holding back a vicious beast. sooyoung could admire that, and she did, but from afar. like, really far. she was basically the freshest meat on the team; the newest hire.

the tall woman straightens her blazer, knowing it's no use. whatever the CEO thought of her, it was final. kim yerim didn't need to see her face to face to know what she was capable of from a business perspective–and that was probably why she was even called to this office. her last stunt with her superior on the dubbed station X project could either get her a promotion or a verbal beating. she really, really hopes it's the former. 

well, here goes nothing.

she knocks three times before turning the knob, stepping into a large, surprisingly bright office with modern furniture. it had not only a chair and a massive desk, but also four sleek cream armchairs perpendicular to it, a wooden coffee table in the middle. the CEO-nim turns to face her from her place by the shelves filled with books along the wall, seeming to have just finished returning one.

"ah, park sooyoung-ssi." the CEO's voice is a lot deeper than sooyoung was expecting. "have a seat. would you like something to drink?"

"um," sooyoung watches the CEO brisk walk across the office over to the bar one the other side. "whatever you want, CEO-nim," she answers, hoping it's the right one.

the woman gives her a look before smiling, eyes disappearing into crescents. "I'll hold you to that, sooyoung-ssi. get on one of the chairs then."

she sits down on the white leather, watching the CEO pour out some tea for them. her office wasn't warm–if anything, it was a bit chilly. but the CEO had her blazer on the back of her large chair, and was instead donning only a white blouse and cream colored slacks. it made sooyoung nervous, for some reason. 

"hope you're fine with jasmine."

sooyoung gratefully accepts the cup and waits for the CEO to take a sip of hers first, mindful of her manners and position. it tastes… well, like tea. 

"so," the CEO leaned sat down on the chair in front of her, crossing her legs. "tell me your reasoning behind the decision your team made."

right. right. of course. 

sooyoung opens her mouth to speak, only to abruptly close it when the CEO untied her blonde hair out of its ponytail. oh. and then the CEO unbuttoned her top, ignoring sooyoung all the while, almost not even minding that she didn't make a single peep. 

"I uh," she tries to say, gulping when the CEO crossed her arms under her chest, emphasising her breasts. fuck. stop being horny over your boss's boss's boss's boss. or something. what the hell. "t-the station X project is a project that aims to, err," she attempts to continue but only finds that her eyes keep straying back to the CEO-nim's chest. "to…"

the woman across her laughs before leaning forward (don't look sooyoung don't look don't look DON'T–fuck.) her cleavage showing off the shape of her boobs and the hint of a bra under the soft cloth. the younger woman sipped from her cup, eyes focused on the drink so sooyoung had the opportunity to focus her eyes somewhere else, like her breasts, her waist, her hips. her arms. 

"park sooyoung-ssi, why are you in this company? be honest with me."

sooyoung blinks. huh? "I beg your pardon?" 

"graduated top of your class in university, going to grad school and finishing an MBA right after. then you came here."

sooyoung stays silent. 

the CEO placed her cup back down. "why exactly did you accept that low of a position with your credentials, in a company led by a CEO years younger than you? you're severely overqualified for your position. but you took in nonetheless. why?" 

the taller woman looks at her straight on, planning to give the same response she gave her interviewer. "CEO-nim–" 

the woman waves a hand. "it's yerim."

what? is she crazy? "um. kim yerim-ssi," she begins, folding her hands in her lap. "I sincerely believe that this company is capable of achieving greater things than it already has, and I would be more than happy to be on the team when–" 

yerim hums, tilting her head. "thanks, but I don't need an employee complimenting the company. you plan on skipping town after you sniff out just what makes us great?" 

yes. "what? no!" 

"no shame in that. it's a dog eat dog world out there." sooyoung continues to stare as yerim rises from her seat and rounds the table, coming over to stand by her side. 

"I think you know just how dangerous you are, park sooyoung-ssi. just as I do. that project could have cost us millions."

sooyoung gulps. "it would have uh. broken even eventually. high risk–"

"it doesn't matter to me," she interrupts her. "you could have saved us hundreds, tens, or even just a single won. it would have been the same gesture."

the younger woman walks until she's out of sooyoung's sight, behind her, placing delicate hands on her shoulders. 

"I want to thank you for that."

sooyoung feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as yerim leans in closer, her breath ghosting over her skin, tickling her, 

"do you want that, park sooyoung-ssi?" the taller woman tries to hold back a moan when the other woman's lips come into contact with the shell of her ear. "do you want to feel CEO-nim's appreciation? maybe… with a kiss?" 

oh, christ. she can't take it. yerim is literally sooyoung's type– how can she say no? 

"I–" still, she should say no. she should definitely say no. she could lose her job without even gaining anything from it. yerim could be filming them, gathering blackmail or something. 

yerim moves away only to come back around the seat from the other side, invading sooyoung's personal space in front instead of behind, marking her territory around the space sooyoung had previously thought was large and drafty but was now too small, too hot for comfort.

it's clear now that this is what yerim wants, what she's wanted all along, because her hands are coming up to unbutton her blouse completely, unveiling the bra she had underneath, revealing the taut golden skin hiding behind the cloth of her top. her breasts look plump and soft, and sooyoung feels the horrifying want bubbling within her to touch them. to touch the billionaire CEO of the company she works for–and maybe even have sex with her. what the fuck. 

sooyoung stays perfectly still, terrified that she might do something wrong like take her up on it. no way. no way is this real. she can't do it. 

"sooyoung-unnie? what do you say? can I thank you properly?" 

fuuuuck. sooyoung swallows hard, blushing at the honorific and the idea that the CEO–the one in the top position in the company–is calling her unnie, like sooyoung isn't the one in need of the younger, like she isn't working every day under her orders, in her company, to get paid at her terms. it sets something within sooyoung on fire. 

yerim hums, then fingers the waistband of her slacks. she unzips it and pulls, showing off the shape of her hips, the rest of her waist, her cute pink underwear as the pants are slipped off of her completely. 

jesus christ. she closes her eyes. don't do it, sooyoung. it's the tea. she got knocked out cold by the tea, or something, and now she was asleep in the CEO’s office and she'd wake up any moment and escape from this weird situation. she shouldn't want this. she really really shouldn't. she won't do it. absolutely not. she needs to say– 

"yes."

goddammit. 

sooyoung trembles when she opens her eyes. yerim locks their gazes together, keeping her in place as she sinks down to her knees, as she opens the taller woman's legs with the touch of her hands, as she trails nails over her thighs.

"thank you," yerim hums into her knee, eyes still locked with hers as she gives the joint a kiss, sooyoung's fingers digging into the side of the leather seat to keep herself from shaking. "thank you," yerim whispers again, closer this time, moving to kiss the inside of her thigh. "unnie, thank you so much," yerim purrs, finally placing her lips against sooyoung's center hidden behind her clothes, feeling the warmth there, the heat, the slick.

"ah, haah, oh god," sooyoung groans, throwing her head back as yerim presses into her, soaking her slacks, mouthing at her clit. "mhh, jesus christ," she hisses out as she looks back down, hips rolling involuntarily against yerim's face, shivers breaking out through her skin as she feels herself losing control. she's at the complete mercy of yerim's mouth on her, and she isn't even naked yet. holy shit. 

the younger woman laps against her unashamedly, as if the material of her slacks can’t stop her, and sooyoung feels it. every movement of her jaw, her lips, and her tongue are making their mark, powering through the rough cloth and sweeping against her heat as if there was nothing between the two of them. 

“nggh, yes, fuck,” she moans, grunting when yerim starts using her teeth. her slacks and underwear are too thick for it to hurt; instead it gets sooyoung delirious from pleasure.

yerim places her hands on the insides of her thighs and pushes her legs wider, the widest they can go in the chair before they’re stopped by the armrests, and sooyoung bites into her fist to stop herself from being even louder.

and then the CEO grabs her hand and positions it on top of the blonde’s scalp, urging her to move her, to take control, to use her in some way. no, no no no. sooyoung can receive but she can’t place a finger on the CEO, not without feeling undeserving.

“CEO-nim–” sooyoung gasps, her hand useless atop the light colored hair. “I–”

yerim quickly disconnects her face from sooyoung’s crotch, ripping another gasp out of the older woman. she eyes her from her place between her legs, face flushed and lips reddened from the pressure she had been using and the friction caused by sooyoung’s bottom.

the younger woman frowns–no, pouts up at her. “it’s yerim, unnie.”

sooyoung grits her teeth. “kim yerim-ssi–”

“no. yerim,” she whines. “unnie, call me yerim.”

the older woman bites her lip before taking a breath. she can’t resist that pout and those eyes. okay. “yerim.”

said woman purrs as she looks up at her. “yes, unnie?”

oh, god. is she allowed to ask this? “I… want to feel you on me. is that oka–”

“god, yes, unnie. anything for you. I just want to thank you so much,” yerim whines, hands flying to unzip and unbutton sooyoung’s brown slacks, tugging at them and sooyoung’s underwear impatiently. “help me, unnie.”

sooyoung feels the heat rush to her face and boil in her abdomen simultaneously, sweating despite the cold air of the room. she raises her hips as yerim strips her down, the pale skin of her thighs and the pink flush of her slit coming into view.

as soon as her bottom is completely naked, yerim throws sooyoung's pants and panties to the floor before diving straight into the older woman's heat. 

"yerim!" sooyoung cries, head falling back, hands flying to yerim's head on her pussy, opening her legs wider and urging yerim to go deeper.

and yerim does. sooyoung feels the woman roll her tongue against her nub and suck on it, before moving her face lower to play with sooyoung's fluttering lips. it feels amazing, having the CEO on her knees, eating her out, her wet tongue wiggling in between her folds as her thumb pressed against her clit. 

sooyoung thighs quiver when she tries to raise them higher and settle them on the arms of the chair, tilting her pelvis for yerim to enter her even further. 

"haah, oh my god, oh god," sooyoung blubbers out as she gyrates her hips and tugs on yerim's hair. she looks back down and whines when she sees yerim's dark eyes glued on her, watching her every move as she flicks her tongue in and around her cunt, eating her out almost feverishly. 

the clench in her gut tightens further, her body a taut spring ready to break. she feels like she's in fire, every inch of skin sensitive as she teeters on the edge.

"yerim–yerim, fuck, I'm going to–aah, nnggh!" 

sooyoung comes hard. she wraps her legs around yerim's head as the younger closes her eyes and buries her deep into her pussy, as deep as she can go, and yerim laps her up hungrily, still. sooyoung jerks every few seconds, a volcano spitting lava, until eventually she can breathe again. 

she whines when yerim sucks her too-sensitive pearl before trying to push her away, though the younger is faster and gives her clit a last peck with her thick lips. 

sooyoung pales. she just got eaten out by the CEO of her company. what the fuck. what the fuck. 

yerim stands and then sits on the table in front of her, pushing aside the tea set she'd brought over. "that was fun."

sooyoung sits back up, wincing as her slick feels slimy between her skin and the leather of her seat. "yerim," she starts to say. she should return the favour. "let me–" 

yerim laughs as she starts buttoning her shirt back up. "that's not how it's going to work, park sooyoung-ssi."

the older woman snaps her mouth shut. okay. back to formal language then. "yes, of course, CEO-nim. I apologise for presuming anything."

"ah, so cute," yerim coos as she grabs her cream pants off the floor, slipping them through her ankles. "this is what's going to happen, okay? every time you manage to save me or the company or just do an overall good job, I'm going to thank you."

"yes, CEO-nim."

yerim zips up her own pants. "and if you think I do a good job in any of my decisions as CEO… well. you can always personally thank me as well." 

sooyoung nods as she picks up her clothes and wears them, biting her lip all the while. so she can only be 'grateful' if it's related to the company. of course. 

wait. did the CEO do this to every–?

"I know what you're thinking." sooyoung jumps in place from surprise as yerim takes a seat by her desk. "and the answer is that it's only you, park sooyoung-ssi." yerim eyes her from her seat, the same gaze she held earlier when she was in between her legs, liquid fire of want. "okay?" 

something in sooyoung's chest flutters at the reassurance. yerim certainly knew how to motivate sooyoung–and maybe even keep her loyal to the company. they'll just have to wait and see. 

"of course, CEO-nim."

---

[lovehugsandcandy]

Criminal Activity  (Colt x MC, N*FW)

A/N: This one-shot is completely unedited and the only reason I got this out in time for RoDAW Epilogue was thanks to Desiree’s encouragement (Ren, I am definitely in the middle of the Venn diagram). (Apparently, I like what I like, what can I say? Am I getting soft? CRAP AM I SOFT? What HAPPENED TO ME?!?!)

Also, I am wicked behind on reading and commenting and writing back to people who said the nicest thing to me and I am so sorry. I love you all and I have LOVED reading everything so much and I am overwhelmed by your talent.

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: 2580 words

Rating: N*FW

Summary: Ellie’s a girl who knows what she wants and Colt’s just along for the ride.

“Would you just stop?”

“What?” Ellie froze and glanced at him, guilty eyes watching him.

Colt dropped his wrench. “You’ve been drumming your fingers on the floor since you sat down.” 

“But…”

“You sat down like five minutes ago and you haven’t stopped fidgeting once.” He looked up at his engine, trying to calculate how long it would take to replace the intake manifold. “I really want to fix this damn acceleration problem.”

She slid to the ground to sit next to his head. “I have something I want to show you.”

“Okay…” He looked at her, expectantly.

“Not here, Colt.”

He paused, looking at her. “Is it something you want to show me because I’m really going to like it? Or something you want to show me because I’m really not going to like it?”

“I hope the first one?” He watched the smile bloom across her face. He loved Ellie in all her moods but devious Ellie? Smiling at him like she had a secret she was just dying to whisper in his ear in the dead of night? Looking like she was every one of his deepest desires come to life? This Ellie was the stuff of dreams.

“Alright.” He sat up so his face was inches from hers. “But if I don’t like it, I’m going to come back here and finish this.”

She bit her lip, eyes lighting up. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

~~~~~

“Ok.” Colt shut the door to his room. “So…?”

“Soooo…..” Ellie was ruffling around her bag, finally breaking into a grin when she saw what she wanted. “I stole something from my dad.”

“What. You what?!?” She turned to him, hands behind her back, mischievous smile across her face. Damn, she took his breath away when she had a bad idea; there was something about the gleam in her eye, the tilt of her lips. When she had a plan, she was breathtaking.

Finally, she revealed her prize with a bite of her lip.

“Handcuffs?” Colt could feel his eyebrows climbing up his face.

“Yeah.” She stepped closer. “I wanna try them. On you.”

He swallowed as she edged closer, predatory. He couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued; by the tightening of his pants, certain parts of him were very intrigued in this idea.

“You stole handcuffs from your dad?!?”

“Yeah. Please?” She blinked up at him, slow, the pout of her lips begging to be kissed.

He tilted his head at her, considering. Of course, he didn’t need to consider long. “Ok.” He held out his wrists. “How do you want me, Officer?”

“Oh my God.”

He stepped closer. “Did you catch me in the middle of criminal activity?” He lowered his lips to whisper in her ear, smirking at the shiver down her spine. “Gonna teach me the errors of my ways?” 

“I feel like you are always in the middle of criminal activity.” 

He shrugged. “Fair.”

“Get on the bed.” The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable and Colt had to bite his lips to keep the words at bay, words he had thought countless times but still wasn’t ready to give voice to.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes as she clambered onto the bed after him, straddling his hips with a few superfluous circles that had him thrusting to meet her. “Hands up. Come on.”

She leaned over him, hair falling in delicate curls over his face and shoulders, fiddling with the metal. Colt grinned; if she didn’t want him to use his hands, she definitely should not have gotten so close without making sure he was restrained. Not wasting a second, he slid his hand behind her neck and pulled, bringing his lips to hers, swallowing the ohhh from her lungs as he made sure she thoroughly, fully, deliciously regretted getting distracted.

Finally, she pulled back. “Not fair.”

“I don’t play fair, Officer.”

“Jesus….Come on.” She had the handcuffs open and was biting her lip, concentrating on pulling them through a slat in his headboard. “Give me your hands.”

“Uhh….do you want me to take my shirt off? Or are you going to rip it off me later? …Officer.”

She eyed him, pulling him forward with a finger under his chin. “The fact that you can think that through only means I’m doing it wrong.”

“Baby, you’re doing everything right.” He could feel his gaze soften as he studied her up close. Fuck, he loved this girl. 

She smirked. “Shirt off.”

He couldn’t comply fast enough and, the second the shirt was on the floor, she pushed him onto his back, still hovering over him, too far away, a mirage he needed to grasp but couldn’t reach.

Snap. 

He tilted his head back to stare at the new bracelet. “Never had one of these before.”

“Really?”

“They haven’t caught me yet. You did. Officer.” 

She smirked. “If you call me that again, I swear to God.”

“Are you gonna throw the book at me?”

“If you say something about the long arm of the law…”

He licked his lips. “Oh, not the long arm, baby.”

She looked to the sky, as if summoning all her patience, and pushed his other wrist through the cuff and locked him in. “This ok?”

He moved his hands, slowly twisting his wrists, testing the hold. “They feel ok.”

“Good.” She sat back down on his lap, sliding over him so her face was over his. “Hi.”

“Hi.” The metal bit into his skin as he flexed. “Ok, this is weird. I wanna touch you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Do you want me to…”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just…” He tested the cuffs again and they held firm. “Weird.”

She trailed her lips down his neck, barely a tickle of contact that edged over his shoulder and down his chest. “Good weird?”

“Definitely getting better weird.”

His stomach twitched as she chuckled, puff of air warm on his abs, hands tracing over his skin, flesh and muscle seemingly designed to respond to her touch. His cock was straining against his jeans but he couldn’t do anything about it. “Do you know why I wanted to do this?”

“Huh?” She popped the button of his pants and slowly, teasingly, slid the zipper down; there was not enough blood in his brain to understand the question.

“Do you know why I wanted to handcuff you?”

“Most inexperienced thieves-ah-most of them commit crimes of opportunity.” She was sliding the pants down his legs and he was having a hard time thinking, let alone breathing. “You-oh-you saw cuffs so you took them.”

“Mmmm….” She threw his pants over the side of his bed, watching him appraisingly. He was hard as hell and could feel the cool air of the room settling over his naked skin. “That’s not the right answer.”

“Ok, well, can you please just come back?” The metal of the cuffs clinked as he tried and failed to reach for her.

She slid over him; he would prefer to have her naked skin on his but at least she was warm, clothes dusting over his skin and hands sliding up his sides as her lips spoke into his hip. “I wanted to take care of you for once.”

“What?”

She shrugged, suddenly shy. “You always take care of me.”

“That’s not true.” He craned his head to look at her. “I threatened to leave you at In-and-Out when you insulted my order.”

“Not what I meant, asshole.” 

“Tomatoes do not belong on burgers, they are an abomination to both fruit and vegetable and-holy shit.” She ran her tongue up the vein of his cock and his head fell back against the bed. “Ok, you’re right, whatever you want, baby please.”

Ellie slid her mouth over his cock and he keened, loud in the room, an embarrassing noise that he immediately regretted and, when Ellie took him deeper, immediately made again. He couldn’t function, the wet suction so tight and warm around him that he swore he saw stars. 

“Ellie, fuck, baby….” She pulled back to look at him, devilish smile in her eyes, before ducking his head. 

“What were you saying? Something about a burger?”

He grimaced as the metal dug into his wrists. “Baby, please, I want to touch you, please.”

“Let me take care of you.” She sucked on the head of his dick and it took all he had not to thrust.

“Fuuuuck…..” He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only contort his hands into fists and squeeze his eyes shut as she took him in her mouth, over and over again until he was going to snap, muscles taut and shaking underneath her expert touch. “Please, baby, I love you, please please please.” There was no relief, no break, only heat and pleasure and fuck he had to get his hands on her. “Ellie, get me out of these fucking things.” 

She looked at him, concerned. “Do you really want me to get you out?”

“No? I just want….” He couldn’t articulate what he wanted. He wanted her to stop, he never wanted her to stop, he wanted to cum, he wanted to see her face slacken in pleasure and scream his name. He wanted everything. 

She smiled, somehow understanding, and quickly undressed over him, his eyes glued to every single sliver of skin he saw and couldn’t reach out to grab.

“Please…” The word fell from his lips as she got the last of her clothes off, laying down so he could finally feel every inch of skin-to-skin contact, her body draped over him so he could feel every curve, every dip of movement. He rolled his hips, slowly, on the verge of death without the friction of her body to soothe him.

“Uh huh.” She draped her palm over his cheek so she could deliver the sweetest of kisses to his lips before sitting up. “I’m gonna take care of you.” And with that, she shifted, a slight move of her hips that had his cock sliding up and then in in in and he had to growl as she slowly edged down until she was fully seated with a low moan.

His head fell back, eyes screwed shut, an involuntary reaction as the slick heat engulfed him. Fuck, he was never going to get used to this, the way her body welcomed him as if he were coming home, making space for him in the tightest fit possible.

She moved over him, slowly at first, an agonizing slide that made him bite his cheek so hard he tasted iron, but then worked up into a rhythm that had him panting, her hands braced on his chest, unbearably close. The handcuffs clanged as he struggled, again.

“Ellie, I want to touch you.” He wanted to lace their fingers together, he wanted to leave his hand prints on her hips, he wanted and wanted and wanted. Her teeth were clenched as his cock slid inside of her, guttural moan when he hit the spot that made her legs quiver. He knew it wasn’t enough. He wanted nothing more than to work his fingers just how she liked and watch her as she took her pleasure from his body. He wanted everything.

“Ellie, please, I want to see you come, please, let me.”

Her eyelids fluttered open. “I want to take care of you.”

“Ellie…” His breath left his lungs as he watched her hand trace down his chest to the spot where their bodies met. “Holy fuck.” He was enthralled, couldn’t look away if he tried, as her fingers slid to where they were joined in a sensuous dance only made sexier by her fingers flying over her clit as she chased her own orgasm.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as she rode him, entranced by the sway of her breasts and the rhythm of her hand and the feel of her body surrounding his. He could feel her, tightening around him as she got closer, tremors that made his toes curl and water leak from his eyes as he desperately tried to hang on in the face of the hypnotizing vision in front of him.

“Ellie…please…” It was begging, it was prayer, it was desperation as he couldn’t get his hands from these damn cuffs and he just wanted her to fall apart in the best of ways.

And she did. The yelp, the holy fuck Colt was music to his ears, but the feel, the feel of her walls clenching and squeezing him, the fluttering, delicate and rough and all-encompassing, the feel of her coming around his cock was enough to pull him over the edge, only needing to thrust just once before his eyes screwed shut and pleasure invaded every cell of his body until it felt like his very essence was being rewritten solely as a devotion to her.

Finally, when her body had stopped shaking and his heart had slowed its staccato pace, she moved so she could curve around his side and lay her head on his chest. He watched her hair, wild on his chest, rising and falling with every breath, and licked the salt from his lip.

“Ellie? Can I get out now?”

She sighed and looked up to face him, content smile playing on her lips as she ran a finger down his bicep. “You love me.”

He stopped short. He did, he knew he did, but he never said it. “Uhh…”

“You said it when I was going down on you.”

Apparently he did say it, when she was sucking pleasure from him so thoroughly that he could hardly be held responsible for the words rolling off his tongue. “I don’t think that-”

“I love you too.”

He blinked at her. “Hell of a time to tell a man that, when he’s incapacitated and can’t get his hands on you.”

She rolled off the bed. “Fine fine.”

He watched the sway of her hips until she was out of his field of vision and then he just lay there, intoxicated smile on his face, body relaxing into the bliss. Fuck, he was a lucky bastard.

“Uh oh.” She had been looking in her bag for a while; he lost track of time just floating in the afterglow, but it was long enough that he knew what that sound meant.

“Ellie, I’m gonna kill-”

“They were right here!”

He twisted his hands around, but quickly gave up. They were too tight; he wasn’t getting out of these without a jigsaw that could cut steel. “Ellie, I swear I’m going to kill you!”

Finally, she looked up with a smirk. “Just kidding!” She brandished the keys in her hand before walking over to turn them in the lock.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“Hmm…” She slid the key into the other cuff. “Really?”

And he sprung, jumping up to throw his arms around her and drag her into the bed. “Really. Because it’s my turn to take care of you. And I don’t play fair.”

He never wanted her to stop laughing as he tickled her sensitive sides. “But you love me. You love meeeee!!!”

And the only thing he could think as the touches turned to caresses and the laughter turned to kisses and he took her apart to put her together and take her apart again, the only thing he could think was Dear God he did.

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