#the 'you're my best bud' is build up for that

[cassidyandonlycassidy]

breaking point

tyler owens (twisters) x reader

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of past hookups, love declarations (bc i have to make all my fics at least a little fluffy)

the legendary tornado wrangler won't get on his knees for just anybody. it's a position of vulnerability, especially as his head tips forward, exposing his throat.

but you're not a predator in this moment, not with your thighs spread apart and he's smiling up at you with that shit eating grin you know all to well.

“whatever, you win.” you sigh. “just eat me out.”

“that wasn't what the bet was.” tyler says with a chuckle. “whoever breaks first doesn't get to cum.”

it was a dumb and pointless bet, but one that was needed to remind both of you that you didn't in fact completely lack control and could handle being around each other without finding somewhere to hole up and fuck, leaving rest of the crew waiting for you to finish up.

“come on, ty.” you pout, putting on your best pleading face. “i know you wanna taste me too.”

“you got me there.” you watch as tylers pink tongue darts out to lick his lips. “of course i could always eat you out without letting you cum.”

“we somehow managed three whole days of teasing each other without getting an orgasm. you're really gonna deny me of that?” you pout.

“we'll see.” tyler hums, his eyes dropping to your pussy, spread open and put on display as you're sat perched on the edge of the bed.

you're about to open your mouth to give another snarky response, or beg and plead if you have to, whatever you need to get tylers mouth on you when he suddenly surges forward, hands pressing your thighs even further apart.

his tongue swipes through your folds, over and over in quick succession, tasting every inch of you that he can while dutifully ignoring your clit, not giving you that pleasure just yet. you hope that's his only punishment for giving in.

“god, ty.” you moan, head tipping back as one of your hands comes to the back of his head, pushing his face even further against your pussy.

“so fucking delicious.” tyler moans, his words vibrating against your wet skin.

tyler can only tease for so long, soon his mouth moves to find your clit, circling around the sensitive bud before sucking it between his lips as you shout out.

he gives you no time to adjust to the sudden pressure, knowing you've been without it for longer than he'd like, but he's still not ready to just let you get away with losing your bet.

“god, baby.” you let yourself fall backwards onto the bed, giving up looking tyler in the eye as you continuously moan so loud you wouldn't be surprised if the people in the motel room next to you came knocking on your door to complain.

tyler grabs your thighs, keeping them pulled apart as he eats you out, greedily slurping your juices, the wet sounds filling the room.

“keep going.” you plead, hips raising up and down, grinding yourself against his face.

tyler gives up holding your thighs open with both hands, moving his finger to your entrance, pressing against it as he wets his digit until he's able to push into you as you let out a gasp.

his fingertip is rough against your walls as he keeps his finger pushed inside, continuing to pay attention to your clit while you adjust.

“more, ty, please.” you whine, squeezing your pussy around his digit, knowing how much that usually entices him and gets him moving along, but not today, not when you have a punishment to receive.

tylers mouth softens, making you let out an excruciating high as your previously building high slows back down, breath coming hot and fast as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, a slow steady motion that has your hips wiggling.

“stay still or you definitely won't come.” tyler commands, squeezing at your thigh, giving you a light warning.

“fine.” you huff, deciding to try and focus on the feeling of his finger pushing out of you. it's not hard or fast enough to really send you over the edge, until suddenly a second finger is pushed inside of you.

“tyler, i can't.” you beg, resorting to using his full name.

he completely ignores you, used to your whines and begs and pleads that he always eventually gives into. you'll just finish up helping out a town hit by a tornado only to try and convince him to ditch the motel room you rented for the night and just hit up the first place he can fuck you in.

neither of you really saw it as a problem until you accidentally traumatized boone when he went to grab something out of the truck only to find you two in the backseat, thankfully still mostly clothed.

your hips rise up, unable to control them but tyler knows exactly what it signifies, able to read your body as good as his own as his mouth rips away from you, knowing that his fingers inside of you isn't enough to make you cum without some sort of attention to your clit.

“stop! please keep going!” you scream out, not caring that your begging doesn't make sense as your pussy pulsates around his fingers, desperate for an orgasm.

“you'll get to cum tonight.” tyler says, watching you let out a breath of relief as you were starting to worry he would stick to the beg wouldn't let you at all. “but itll be with me inside of you. and im not done playing with you yet.”

you can't even argue as his mouth pecks at your clit, licking his lips every time he kisses your skin.

his fingers move in a fury, surely imagining it was his cock buried inside of you considering he's been without it for too long. you can hardly wait to feel him properly inside of you, having been relentlessly teased, knowing he tugged his jeans a bit lower on his hips often just to give you a view of the muscular lines leading underneath his belt.

“ty…” you sigh out, back arching off the bed, wondering briefly how many hotel rooms you've fucked in, if you've reached every county in oklahoma and arkansas. 

“yeah, i know. i need you too baby.” tyler gives your clit one last hearty suck before he stands. already shirtless from when he sensually stripped to successfully get you to break first.

you sit up quickly, hands pushing his out of the way to undo his belt buckle and push his jeans down along with his underwear all in one go.

his cock springs up, having been hard and pushing against his zipper since entering the hotel room with you, knowing he'd either break or get you to break.

“lay back.” tyler says, his eyes lowering and darkening seeing your hands so close to his cock.

you move up the bed but instead of laying on your back, you flip onto your stomach and spread your legs.

“oh, like that?” you can hear the amusement in tylers voice as the bed dips as he crawls on top of it, draping himself over your body.

you think he's going to give you a minute, maybe kiss your shoulder blades and rub his cock through your folds, but his head presses against your entrance, and his length is entering you so suddenly you can't help but scream out.

“shit.” tyler cusses, pushing the rest of the way into you. he wastes no time picking up speed, deciding he's teased you long enough.

“god, ty!” you squeal, hands gripping into the sheets as you keep your thighs spread despite the force being applied, his hips slamming forward without control, needing to wreck you, needing to take you and stake his claim on your body again.

“you're so fucking-” tyler lets out a growl, dropping his head as he puts more weight on you. “you're so fucking warm and wet, baby. can't wait to fill you up.”

you haven't used condoms in forever. you began hooking up with tyler and quickly got on birth control so he could cum inside you like you so desired. the first time having you raw, he didn't even last five minutes. 

“fuck me- fuck me harder.” you squeal. “come on, give it to me, ty.”

you can feel the switch in his body. when his powerful muscles stop holding back, slamming full force into you, knowing you can take it, the one girl he's been able to find that can handle anything he throws at.

“i love you.” tyler whispers so quietly your ears barely pick up his words.

you flip over quickly, his cock only away from you for a moment before hes fucking you again, now looking into your eyes.

“i love you too, ty.” you haven't said it before. maybe it's just in the heat of the moment, but you don't think you'll regret it later.

tyler kisses you deeply, glad you both share the feelings beyond just hooking up, knowing things will change but feeling nothing but excitement for what waking up tomorrow will look like as tyler thrusts into you.

his cock swells inside of you, the tell tale sign that hes going to cum. you quickly move a hand down your torso to rub your clit, and all it takes is tylers lips against yours and his cum releasing inside of you for you to suddenly cum as well.

you moan into each other's mouths, a mix of curses and each other's names as tyler fucks you through your highs, feeling your body shake underneath his as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug him into you, feeling your sensitive nipples rub against his chest.

“god, that was good.” you giggle, breathing deeply in time with tyler as he keeps his softening cock inside of you, not ready to separate yet when your bodies are so perfectly aligned.

“we are never going that long without making love again.” tyler says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but it doesn't distract from the wording he chose as you smile up at him.

“never.” you vow.

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: eren x virgin!reader

warnings: smuuttt 18+

Stress Reliever

“Mama, calm down” Eren followed as you paced around the room, before plopping down onto the bed, a pout resting on your face.

“But Eren, what if I fail?” Tears of frustration building in your eyes. Tomorrow was the day you presented your capstone project, and reasonably you were stressing.

Eren had been doing his best to calm your nerves all week, giving you massages, making your meals, and helping you study. It just wasn't enough for you though, you were too nervous.

“Baby, you're not gonna fail, you're the smartest girl I know, and we've been over it a thousand times, I know you're gonna do great you just have to believe in yourself, baby”

“Let's just go over it one more time” You stood, immediately silenced when he lifted you up and laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you as he started to litter kisses onto your face.

“Stop worrying ma, you'll do great, just relax” His grip tight as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, spreading them to make room for himself.

This simple action having your heart race. Despite being together for almost a year nothing happened between you two. Mainly because you both wanted to build a relationship that wasn't based on sex, but also because you were nervous. He was your first everything, and as gut wrenching it was to say, you weren't his.

“Eren” Your breath hitched as his bulge brushed against the crotch of the thin fabric that made up your pajama shorts.

“You gotta relax, ma. You gone let me help you?” He murmured as he kissed his way down your neck.

Maybe this is what you needed, your anxiety to just flow out of you with a mind boggling orgasm.

“Yes” You released a breath.

“Good girl” He smirked kissing you once more before he undressed you, savoring the way you squirmed underneath him.

“You're so beautiful, mami” He whispered as he took his time exploring every inch of your body with his hands and mouth before stopping right in front of your pajama clad pussy, traces of your arousal seeping through the fabric.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants as he tugged them down, your clit slightly peeking out from behind your glistening folds.

“She's so pretty, baby,” He groaned, his thumbs spreading your folds apart as he pressed light kisses to your clit.

“Eren” You silently begged for more friction.

Indulging in your neediness he licked up a long stripe of your arousal. Strings of the fluid mixture connecting his tongue to your pussy.

“Shit, baby, you taste so good.” He dug his fingers into your thighs, burying his face into your folds.

His tongue flicked against your clit, teasing you with each lap before sucking softly, tongue swirling around the bud as your hips bucked. The flat muscle slurping up long stripes of your pussy.

“Fuck, Eren oh my god” You heaved, hands pushing the loose hair out of his face.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sound of his name leaving your lips only spurred him on as he sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive bud lightly.

“I'm so close, pa” You whined, looking down at him, his eyes closed as he ate you like a starved man.

Your thighs closed around his head as a response to the tightening knot in your tummy, the bite he delivered to your inner thigh releasing a yelp from your glossy lips as you opened them wide. The glare he sent your way turning you on more than it should.

“Let go mama, I'm here” His low voice muffled by your folds as he added a thick digit into your sopping pussy, walls clamping around it at the curl of his fingers and his tounge tracing a zigzag pattern on your clit, before he sucked on the pulsing bud.

“Papa” You cried as he slurped up the juices flowing from your pussy.

“Wait, pa, I can't- too much” You protested, thighs clamping around his head as he lapped at your pussy, sliding in another digit.

“Just one more ma, you taste so good” He licked the insides of your thighs, before pushing them up to your chest.

“And don't close your fucking legs again”

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“Did so good for me, pretty” He panted after ripping two more orgasms from you. Kissing and licking his way up your body, before he engulfed you in a passionate kiss, your taste lingering on his tongue.

“Need you inside, now. Please papa” You begged.

“Are you sure?” Despite just sucking your soul from your pussy, he was still a sweetheart. Green eyes rapidly scanning your face for any sense of doubt.

“Yes, please” You tugged on his shirt revealing the sight sheen of sweat on his toned muscles.

“I'll go slow, but all you have to say is stop and I will okay?” He reached down into his sweats, stroking himself before pulling them down. Boy was he hung, prominent veins along the circumference of his dick, and his red tip leaking pre-cum from the occasional grind he delivered to the mattress while having you cream on his fingers.

“Okay” You let out a shaky breath, nerves rising as he rubbed his tip through your folds, collecting your slick before lining up with your entrance.

“Don't worry baby, just relax for me” He whispered in the crook of your neck as he pushed himself in.

The stretch was borderline unbearable as you felt him slide into your walls. He was thick, and having a hard time moving an inch without you squeezing him so tight.

“Relax princess, let me in” He whispered, taking note of your nails breaking the skin of his back, and your furrowed eyebrows as you tried to adjust.

“M’trying s’jus too big” You practically cried.

“I know, mama. Wanna stop?” He pressed loving kisses to your forehead.

“No, no I can take it. Just keep going” He went slowly, taking his time to minimize the discomfort, and look for any signs of pain as he nestled in between your legs, tip brushing against your cervix.

“Doing so good for me, princess. Just relax” He soothed once you gave him the green light to move.

Before you knew it he was whispering nasty things into your ear as he pounded into you, your second orgasm from his thrusts building in your lower stomach.

“Taking this dick so good for me, ma. Fat ass pussy squeezing me so tight” He grunted, tits bouncing at his feverish movements.

The room was hot and filled with your moans, and slapping skin as Eren pounded into you. He was slowly losing control, relishing in the way your pussy welcomed him in, the white creamy stickiness at the base of his cock having his brain go fuzzy. His only objective to have you cum on his dick over and over again till you were fucked senseless.

“Papa t-too much- mhmph too deep” You cried, despite wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“S'too deep? Thought you could take it, baby. Thought you were my good girl” He faked his concern, bullying his dick into your warm walls.

“I am” You pouted, nails digging into his biceps as he pressed down on your chubby tummy, smirking when he felt his dick poking his hand.

“Then nut on your dick, mama. Be a good girl for daddy” The dam breaking immediately when he rubbed tight circles on your clit.

“Shit” He moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he painted your walls with his sticky cum.

“Did so good, baby” He whispered in between kisses as he fucked his load back into you.

“S-sensitive, pa” You whined as you pushed his hips away, earning a pinch to your hand and fake pout.

“I know” He faked sympathy, pushing your legs up against your chest.

“But I want you to do well tomorrow, lemme make sure I fucked all the anxiety outta you. Yeah?”

wrote for my babes who needed an eren during their finals week cause ik i needed one ૮꒰ྀི˶˃ ⌓ ˂˶꒱ྀིა

anywayssss i gotta question. does anyone have any tips on how to length the smutty scenes i feel as if they're too short but im not 100% sure on how to add more detail. any feedback is appreciated mwah<333

[mischievousmoony]

hi, ok i have another idea for a fic which again totally up to you to write!! but i had an idea with dad!james and r where their kid is like equally obsessed with their mum as james is with r and one day james decides to prank their kid by saying something bad about the r while their kid is present and the baby just goes off. i feel like you would do an amazing job with this! feel free to ignore too. have a perfectly splendid day!!

-🪷

"the baby just goes off" painted a hilarious picture of an infant yelling at his dad in my mind lmao. ty for the request this warmed my heart to write + special thanks to @moonpascal for chatting a little about kids, gave me the reassurance & inspiration i needed

𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜

⟢ dad!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.1k ⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, dad/husband!james, mom/wife!reader, no use of y/n, no name for the son, idk how to write a child's dialogue tbh son's supposed to sound 4 years old

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James gladly goes out of his way to mention to anyone who will listen that his little one is unmistakably a Mummy's boy. From family to friends to the poor souls who bag his groceries, James will talk the ear off of anyone he can.

He finds it to be the most endearing thing in the world— the way that your son is as obsessed with you as James is. Always staying close and clinging to you, touching affection radiating from every hug and smile.

Today, as he watches his son run back and forth across the carpet, handing his mother block after block just to see her face light up after each gift, his awe and admiration are insurmountable.

Last night, James surprised you with a pair of earrings that you have been wishing for. When your face lit up upon receiving the little leatherette box, so did your son's. He didn't quite understand why you were so excited about some cube, but since then he's been trying to replicate your excitement with presents of his own.

"Oh my! Another one! Thank you, buddy," you beam, you're gratefulness and delight unwavering as he hands you the sixth block.

Your son giggles, bouncing in his spot as you inspect each side of the little wooden toy, telling him how much you adore the blue penguin painted on one of its faces.

That's another thing that touches James' heart: the tender nurture and care that you bestow upon your son with such unwavering devotion and warmth. It has James convinced that you must be the best mum in the entire world.

He might just melt at the sight of you now, kneeling happily in front of a growing pile of blocks as your son scurries back and forth, adding to your collection. James sits cross-legged to your right, resting his elbow on his knee and laying his head in his hand, watching the two he loves most in the world with hearts in his eyes.

You gasp, as if surprised when handed block number seven. "Oh, this is my favorite one yet. How did you know I love zebras?" you ask, your thumb tracing over the red acrylic paint on the side of the block.

By the time you have twelve, nearly half of his collection, you say, "I have a lot of blocks here, buddy, do you want to give some to Daddy?"

"No!" your son protests immediately, running off to his toy box for the thirteenth time.

You and James both chuckle, exchanging amused glances. Finding your son's reaction hilarious, James’s mischievous side has him dreaming up new ways to push his buttons. Your son thinks the world of you, and James is curious to see what the little guy will do if he claims otherwise.

"Well, what am I gonna do with all of this? Should I..."

You leave your son in suspense for a moment, and his hands hover over his toy box as looks at you, hanging onto your every word in anticipation.

"...build a castle!?"

“Yeah!” your son cheers, scooping three more blocks into his arms, thrilled to supply the bricks for your castle.

James nudges you, a sign of his upcoming playfulness. “You sure about that, bud? Mummy is absolutely rotten at building castles.”

Halfway across the carpet, your son stops in his tracks, glaring at his father as he tries to keep his blocks from falling out of his arms.

Stifling a laugh, you press your fingertips to your lips. By now, you’re used to James’ bursts of mischief, and you’re more than happy to sit back and let them play out. Unless you’re an active participant, of course.

You muster up a scandalized gasp as he reaches for your mountain of presents, claiming three blocks in one hand.

“No!” your little one complains, rushing to drop his three in your lap to replace the ones that James stole, “those are Mummy’s!”

“You sure Mummy deserves all these blocks?” James asks, starting to stack them into a tower, “You watch, I’ll build a castle that’ll make her’s look like rubbish.”

Your son hastily makes his way over to his dad, both arms extended as he collides with the tower and sends the blocks flying. "Stop it," he says as he scoops up the nearest block and runs it back over to you, shouting, "Mummy's castles are the best!"

He climbs into your lap, clutching onto the toy tightly as one of your arms wraps around him, and you feel your heart start to melt as you rub soothing circles into his back. You look over your son's head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you meet your husband's tender gaze.

Not having the heart to mess with him for very long, James concedes, "You're right, I'm not being very nice, am I?"

"Nuh-uh!" your son replies, shaking his head with exaggeratedly vigor, the curls he gets from his dad bouncing about.

"What can I do to make it up to her?" James asks, turning the ordeal into a subtle lesson as he dramatically feigns sorrow and despair over his actions.

"'Pologize," your son commands, his head swiveling to look at James expectantly over his shoulder.

James puts on his most sheepish, apologetic smile, looking from his son to you. "I'm very sorry. He's right, your castles are the best. Can you forgive me, love?"

"Aw, of course I forgive you," you say warmly, your amusement manifesting as a wide smile. You lean back so you can get a good view of your son's face when you tell him, "You know, I bet what Daddy really wants is to build a castle with us. I love your presents, bud, but we don't want to leave Daddy out do we?"

He looks down at the block in his little hand. "No," he replies shyly.

"So why don't you ask him to build a castle with us?" You give him a pat on the back before releasing him from your arms. "Go on," you coax.

He steps closer to James, holding the block close to his chest. "We can all build a castle," he offers.

"Yeah?" James' face lights up, and it's not for show. Genuine joy takes over his features as he ruffles your son's hair, responding, "I'd love nothing more, little man."

"But you have to be nice to Mummy!" he demands, his little voice firm and earnest as he looks up at James with wide, serious eyes.

"I promise, I will be on my best behavior," James assures him, his voice sincere as he gives a playful salute. That's enough for your son, because he finally awards James with his very first block, which he accepts with pride.

"Good!" your son cheers, already moving on to the pile of blocks to start stacking them as he proclaims, "Mummy is the best, and we have to show it!"

Your lips part as you suck in a breath, a quiet gasp. Receiving your son's affection never fails to make your heart swell.

You don't feel James' eyes on you, but he's watching— admiring, more like, as he takes in the way that you soften at your son's sweet words. A smitten smile plays at his lips as he agrees, "She is the best, isn't she?"

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[skelly-words]

Tentacles.. we have blue we have pink, what if one fucks our ass and the other our meow meow

(Bring your tentacles to work day request)

Ignore if u want but ILY and marry me 💍

I've been neglecting my account so bad, but you forgive me, right? <3<3<3

NSFW minors dni please

Anywayyyy, this is short, but I was thinking about using pink and blue at the same time. You're only supposed to bring the pink one to work. It cups your pussy so you can grind on the textured tendrils without making a mess of your office chair. But what's the harm in trying both?

It's the last step of your morning routine. Trying to fit the base of both tentacles in your ass at the same time is stretch, but the fat plugs are stuffed into place anyway. The slender blue appendage slips up and down your slit. The juices drooling from your cunt mix with the blue opalescence lubrication coating the tentacle. You watch with a whine as it stuffs itself inside you, writhing and wriggling to fit just right. It never stops moving like it can't get comfortable, and the constant twisting in your guts makes your legs a little weak.

Then the thick pink tentacle latches onto you. The lace of your panties covers it so neatly, almost looking modest when spit isn’t collecting at the corners of your lips. The little feelers bully your swollen clit, meanly pinching on the bud while you grab your purse and walk out the door.

It feels so good to have something to keep you full. Every bump on the bus ride fucks the squirming blue tentacle deeper. And you don't have to worry about your sloppy pussy leaving a gross mark on the seat.

The pink tentacle soaks you up so greedily, waiting for you to be ready to take its squishy little eggs. You have no idea how it's all gonna fit. The walk from the bus to your office building is short, and you make it to your desk before finding out. Your hips rock back and forth on the chair to rub the knot of pulsing blue into your g-spot. Little pink feelers tug at your clit. It's hard not to moan, and you have to bite on your palm to keep quiet.

You whimper as the sticky eggs get released, crammed into your cunt with the slender blue tentacle. Your poor hole is so stuffed full that you can hardly twitch and tighten when you cum. The pink tentacle pushes more and more eggs into you as the tiny tendrils clean up all your juices.

It stops after that, as if knowing not to overstimulate you too much. There's a long day ahead of you, so the little monsters are content to keep you stuffed up and grinding on the attentive feelers. Maybe the blue one will cum in you later, hopefully the eggs don't get fertilized 🤷‍♀️

And the best part is, still no mess.

These are so fun to write, like the perfect mix of silly and horny. I luv the support everyone is being so nice to me here

[yuri-is-online]

I'm curious about the first years' reaction to why can't I be your spouse.

I think it'd be hilarious

part one/part 2

A ha yes, hilarious. I am so sorry.

"Why couldn't I be your spouse?"

Ace is struck mute. The blush starts at the tips of his ears, spreads across his face, and down across his neck. Because you don't want him. That's the reason right? He's your best friend. You're his. That's your dynamic. It keeps you both safe from any complications or unnecessary feelings but god if you're just going to look up at him and bat your eyes trying to hold back tears at the thought of not being his? "Jeez, we're still in school you know? Ask again later." You won't get a chance to do that, Ace wants to be the one to ask. You deserve that much from him with how much he teases you, or so he says.

There are two ways I can see this question going with Deuce. He's oblivious to the nature of his own feelings: "Because you are meant to get married to someone you love?" He's overwhelmed with distress when you start to cry at his words, but he doesn't understand the source of the pain. Love is a heavy word, and sure he does love you, your best buds! But marriage is extremely serious and sure he's had dreams about you guys living together and stuff like that but he's sure that's just a friendship thing. Not that he ever dreams about doing that with Ace...

If he does know he's in love with you that little question will make Deuce start panicking because of how expensive weddings are. He will be very happy for you to be his spouse, just give him some time please <3

"Because you're not staying." Jack has accepted you are the one he's been waiting for, but he's never verbalized it until now. He's a bit disappointed if he's honest, not with who you are but with the circumstances under which you've met. He modeled his dreams of what his spouse would be like off of his parents and grandparents, he would love you and you would love him. You would be together forever and build a little life together. But you are from a different world and will have to go home some day, he doesn't get to keep you and he doesn't have the option of getting over you. His only option is to deny that he wants you as his spouse until his soul prevents him from doing it anymore, no matter how happy hearing you ask to be his make him feel.

Epel is happy to hear you say that, but it's a bittersweet happiness. Epel wants you to be saying that because you think he's cool. Because you think of him as a manly man who you can rely on to provide for you and keep you safe from all of the monsters you've faced so far. But he knows you pretty well at this point, he doesn't think that you rely on him because you think he's cool. Maybe that's a goods thing though, you've never been judgemental of who he is even if the words you use to describe him aren't the exact ones he wants just yet. That doesn't mean "spouse" isn't how he wants to describe you, and he's not shy of letting you know that. Just this once.

Sebek doesn't answer at first. He doesn't yell either, nor does there appear to be a gathering storm on his face. He looks despondent, not the look you would want on the face of someone when you start talking about getting married. "Because I have treated you in a truly abominable manner most unfitting of my rank based on a prejudiced view of your character." Anyone who looks at him can see that he's in love, that he has no objection to you being his spouse. But he can't have that, he's unworthy. Not that you wants you to take this personally, he is used to being inadequate. Just let him savor the happiness he felt from hearing you say you wanted to be his in the first place. It is more than he deserves for how cruel he has been to you.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 2: What A Great Freakin’ Way To Start The Day

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you’re around him the more you hate him, but you can’t help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team. (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers (Not in this chapter), Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy,

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+ because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it), swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, sexual tension. Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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The morning begins the same way it always does, with your neighbor Mike blasting "I Will Always Love You" in his apartment at exactly 8 am just as he had each day since you met two years ago. It was the only constant in your life, but at least you didn't have to use an alarm clock anymore. The sound of Mike belting out the lyrics at the top of his lungs was enough to wake everyone in the whole building, including the people on the eighth floor, five stories above him.

But because Mike bought the super’s probably illegally made cologne and because the super was dating Mike’s mother, something that made you regret supe hearing very much, it never stopped despite the numerous complaints.

Then again it was Annie's favorite thing about sleeping over, she liked to scream the lyrics back at the wall and jump on your bed like a crazy banshee. Honestly you hoped that it would stop after Ben had pretended to be your boyfriend, that Mike would finally figure it out and give up.

Guess not.

You sit up in your bed, stretching your hands over your head while humming the chorus under your breath, but you were more of an ABBA fan. If Mike had decided to serenade you with "Take A Chance On Me" or even Aretha Franklin's "You're All I Need to Get By," you might have looked at him differently.

The memory of the dream of his mullet smothering you in your sleep momentarily passes over your mind, causing a shudder to travel down your spine. Or maybe not.

Your bedroom was similar to your living room, covered in plants. Trailing jasmine and bougainvillea blanketed the wall behind your bed in deep red and white, budding lavender, lilac, and honeysuckle sat in pots along the top of your dresser, and a blush colored rose bush, that never went out of bloom, stood proudly in the corner. The only difference was that there were two large piles of books almost as tall as your ceiling, some old some new, braced beside the rose bush like Roman columns. You kept trying to remember to buy a bookshelf, but each time you thought about going to pick one up, Butcher usually called and asked you to help out. Both piles were covered almost completely in pothos and more hung from the brick walls above your only window, that opened the floor length pale yellow curtains with a flick of your hand.

An annoyed purring sound greets your ears as the honeyed light from the now open window wisps over your covers. Bean, your cat, stalks up from the end of the bed, his yellowed eyes narrowed with annoyance at being woken up so early while his charcoal gray coat turns lighter in the brilliant sunlight. Last night he had been in your bedroom when you got home, which meant that he hadn't been around Ben when he came in.

A good thing, because Bean hated just about everyone except Butcher, which you thought was weird. But whenever Butcher dropped by to talk to you Bean always came over to look for rubs, while hissing at anyone who tried to interrupt them. Hughie was actually afraid of Bean, and because Bean was a cat he immediately picked up on this and purposely would jump on the couch next to Annie so Hughie couldn't sit there, Bean also followed after Hughie to the bathroom and waited outside the door to swipe at his ankles whenever he would come out.

But you didn't love him any less.

He puts his paw on your thigh lightly extending his claws to get your attention.

"Oh are you talking to me now?" You smile, rubbing him behind the ears. "I thought you were angry because I woke you up?"

He purrs and pushes his chunky gray head against your hand, but startles when the song switches to "My Heart Will Go On" which causes Mike's mother to join in to his karaoke session.

I'd move if my apartment wasn't so damn cheap.

"Maybe they should take the show on the road. Huh buddy?"

Bean purrs his response while pushing his head further into your hand.

His mom wasn't that bad of a singer, in fact, you thought that you remembered eavesdropping on a conversation between her and the super when she talked about a career as a cabaret singer a while ago.

"Come on, let's see if Gramps killed any of my plants." You smile down at your cat. "If he did I'm going to turn him into a tree."

Bean purrs in agreement.

You get out of bed, adjusting your shirt back down over your shorts before walking to the door with Bean following behind you. You step out into the cool hallway, with more enthusiasm than usual as you try to escape the butchering of the Titanic's soundtrack and collide into something warm and wet.

It takes you exactly seven seconds to realize that the warm, wet, thing that your face is currently stuck to, is in-fact Ben's chest, his shirtless chest. Why he's standing in the hallway outside your door, soaking wet and wearing a towel you have no idea. All you know is that your face is physically laying against the warm flesh of his pectoral muscles.

"Why are you NAKED?" You scream as you peel yourself off of him and turn your gaze away. Your face felt so warm that it was like you'd been standing in front of a volcano for too long and you were sure that you had blushed to the roots of your hair.

You'd only seen him without his shirt on once, when the door to his bedroom was cracked at the apartment he shared with the rest of the group. But it was from the back and you had been walking by to go to the bathroom, and you hadn't looked…

Well, you may have stopped for a second to admire the powerful muscles on his muscular back and maybe thought about waiting for him to turn around so you could see if the front was as good as the back… but you hadn't.

And he certainly hadn't been soaking wet then, and it made you hate him more now, because no one should look as good as he does soaking wet. You personally knew that you looked like a drowned poodle whenever you stepped out of the shower, but him? Soldier Boy looks like he just finished filming a shampoo commercial.

You could see it in your head, him standing under a crystal blue waterfall with the water splashing against weathered rocks before running through his soft brown hair, curving around his broad shoulders, down his toned stomach straight down to his-

NO. Not gonna go there. You could feel your skin heating in embarrassment, almost as if you thought he could read your mind.

"I'm not naked doll, I mean I could be if you wanted me to." He smirks as he hears your heartbeat begin to pick up and reaches for the end of his towel. The towel that was almost too small to wrap around his waist and left very little to the imagination.

"NO!" You shout holding up a hand to stop him, but again brush the front of his chest.

Fuck, you could zest a lemon on those abs.

"Are you sure?" Ben smiles wider, taking a step forward. He's so close that you can smell your grapefruit mint shampoo on him and feel the humidity and warmth of his body as he stands there. For some reason the fact that he used your shampoo, and smelled like your soap, made you feel warm and tingly. It was almost hypnotic. You hated how much you liked it. "Because you're turning that cute little red color you always do whenever I'm around, and your heartbeat is kinda fast."

"No. I don't." You grit your teeth together. "Why are you standing outside of my door naked?"

"Maybe I was waiting for you to come out." His hand presses against the doorway next to your head. "You know, I already took a shower, but if you wanted I'd be happy to get back in with you."

"No thanks. I don't need a shower and I wouldn't shower with you if it was the last shower on earth and I hadn't bathed in forty years." You purse your lips. "Oh right, that happened to you."

Ben frowns at your mention of his time in Russia. You didn't often tease him about being trapped in a lab, you knew that it was a sore spot for him. Plus you'd seen the footage of exactly what those doctors did to him and it was enough to make you want to book a one way ticket to Russia and personally show them what happened when a tree got shoved up your ass.

You open your mouth to apologize.

"I was going to ask if you have any other clothes here. Mine are still wet from last night." He raises an eyebrow, but the humor is gone from his eyes.

"Oh. Um. I can take a look." You turn and walk into your bedroom, trying not to feel awkward about bringing up the lab.

He was a jerk, but he didn't deserve a reminder of how shitty the last forty years have been.

Truthfully, you weren't sure if you had anything that would fit him. Ben was a lot bigger than you, taller and broader. You usually did wear things that were a little big for you, but you didn't think that Ben would fit in any of them.

Maybe I have something from when my brother was here last time.

Darren often dropped by when he was in the city visiting his friends or had a new "business" venture. The ones that never seemed to last and the friends that always seemed happy to spend the moan you "loaned" him for his "best idea yet" as he always phrased it. But he hadn't been by in at least a year.

"It's really green in here too." You hear Ben say under his breath.

You didn't think that he was going to follow you into your room, you thought he was going to stay in the hallway, but no, he had followed you. And he made the room feel even smaller than it was with his broad shoulders and over six foot stature.

The sunlight from the window glinted off his still wet chest and it made your throat uncomfortably tight. For the love of chocolate pudding, WHY does he look so good all the time?

"You can wait in the hall-"

"Wanted to see your bedroom." He smirks. "Though I think that you wanted to show it to me last night-"

You ignore him and turn back to your chest of drawers while Mike and his mother switch to "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction. You wince as they begin.

"Do they always do that?" Ben asks.

"Yep. Since I moved in." You sigh, shuffling through your t-shirts.

"He's really got it bad Sweetheart. Maybe you should throw him a bone. Kinda seems like the poor guy needs to get some ass-"

"If it's any of your business- which it's not- I do not like him that way."

"Well they're a little loud." You feel Ben take a step closer to you. "But I bet you and I could give them a run for their money. We are in your bedroom after all, might as well make the most of it."

"I didn't know that you liked Karaoke. I'll keep that in mind for you 105th birthday party."

"What? No I meant-"

Bean purrs loudly from his position on your bed and you wait for the telltale sound of Ben shooing him away when Bean tries to puncture Ben's impenetrable skin with his claws, but it doesn't come.

You glance over your shoulder. Are you kidding me?

Bean is sitting on your white plush comforter, rubbing up against Ben's hand, purring while Ben scratches him behind the ears.

Traitor.

"Didn't know you had a cat." Ben says continuing to stroke his hand down Bean's spine, who stands up and turns so Ben can have a better angle.

"I didn't peg you for a cat person. Kinda ruins the whole all-American Man image you have going on."

He shrugs. "I like dogs more, but I don't hate cats. Usually they don't like me very much."

"I wonder why that is." You grumble watching Bean lean into Ben's hand again. "His name is Bean."

"Bean? Why?"

"Because when I got him I was trying to grow green beans in the linen closet and he would sit outside the door and screech until I gave him a green bean to play with."

"You were trying to grow green beans in the linen closet?"

"Yeah. Seemed like a good idea, but they like the bathroom more-" You finally find the oversized Led Zeppelin shirt your brother left the last time he crashed at your apartment and a pair of jeans. "A lot of my plants like the bathroom more actually."

"I was going to ask you why the bathroom floor and wall was squishy."

"It's moss. It thrives in humid environments." You hold out the clothes for him.

"Uh-huh." He frowns at the clothes for a minute. "So you're saying you wouldn't want a guy to serenade you like that?" Ben nods his head towards your bedroom wall, just as Mike and his mother begin to belt out the chorus. "Thought girls liked sappy shit."

"I'm not a fan of One Direction."

"Right. You like ABBA more." Ben turns towards your door to go back to the bathroom to change.

Shock momentarily spikes in your chest. "How did you know that?"

He freezes as if you caught him doing something bad, turning slightly towards you. "Um- well, you hum their songs a lot."

"When?" You cross your arms over your chest.

"Whenever you're on stake outs. Sometimes when you're reading those files or waiting for Annie at the apartment." He shrugs. “When you were walking last night you were humming ‘Fernando.’"

He noticed that?

"How long exactly were you following me?"

"Long enough." He raises an eyebrow. "Are you trying to keep me talking because you want me to change in here? Because I would be more than happy to drop this towel and show you what a real man looks like Sweetheart."

"Don't flatter yourself Gramps. If you drop that towel the only thing that'll happen is Bean will think you brought him a green bean to play with." You roll your eyes. "Now get out of my room. I have to change."

Ben begins to say something, but the vines hanging above the door push him out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

That felt good.

After you put on a white t-shirt, your favorite pair of jean overalls and your dark green converse, you make your way out into the living room. Ben is there, lounging on your couch like he owns it. He’s wearing the jeans and t-shirt you gave him, but you can't help but notice how the clothes are just a little too small for him. The way his muscles pull at the t-shirt, the way the jeans hug his thighs and butt-

He's getting way too comfortable here. You think to yourself to avoid the thought of how good he looks on your couch. How it almost feels natural that he's sitting here in your living room, inhabiting your space.

"So what's for breakfast doll face?" He leans his head back to gaze at you with a mischievous smile that makes a warm tingle travel down the length of your spine.

"Well, I'm going to have oatmeal and you're going to have whatever you want I guess?"

His eyes darken. "Whatever I want?"

"Calm down Gramps I meant that there's cereal in the cabinet." You roll your eyes to avoid thinking about the kiss last night and then thinking about how it felt for your body to be pressed against his in the hallway when you ran into him.  Which inevitably leads back to the waterfall fantasy and-

No. No. Not going to do that. Not with him. He's just good at getting women into bed, he doesn't care about you. You think about how he remembered that you liked ABBA. That doesn't mean anything. He doesn't see me as anything more than a conquest and he probably remembered that because he's changing tactics and trying not to act like a creep.

“You’re not going to pour me a bowl?” His smirk pulls down in an attractive pout.

“I think it’s simple enough for your little brain to do.” You don’t turn around from the kitchen cabinets, grabbing a raspberry from the refrigerator and popping it in your mouth. For some reason you noticed that whatever you grew tasted better than anything you bought at the grocery store. You hoped that it didn’t mean that your powers supercharged whatever you grew and that it was actually radioactive or something. 

Because that’s exactly what I need, to turn bright green. 

“There’s nothing little about me doll.” 

“Can’t you ever have a conversation with someone without it revolving around sex?” You grumble banging around in your cabinets to find your instant oatmeal. 

It was a valid point and you were tired of getting whiplash every time Ben acted caring and then flipping back to horny manchild.

���Where’s the fun in that?” Ben laughs. He stands from the couch and makes his way into your kitchen.

It was hard not to notice how small each room in your apartment looked with him in it. His head was only a foot below the ceiling, not to mention the kitchen was only composed of six cabinets, a small sink, a microwave shoved into a corner, a stove top, and a refrigerator that only came up to Ben’s shoulders. Your bathroom was worse, sometimes the shower was small even for you and you didn’t know how Ben fit in there. 

He probably had to duck down to stand under the shower head. 

And then as you thought that, the image of Ben standing under a waterfall comes creeping back, making the strawberry plant on top of the fridge, the raspberry vines, and the blackberry vines covering your refridgerator burst into bloom.

Thankfully Ben didn’t notice, because he was rooting through the white top cabinet in the corner for one of the cereal boxes. 

I’d never hear the end of it if he saw that happen. 

You glare at the plants in question, eyes shifting to a deep green as the flowers develop into fresh fruit to cover your slip. 

Ben pulls out a box of Lucky Charms, but frowns at Lucky on the front cover, who is throwing a handful of marshmallow charms into the air around him. 

Guess he's not a fan.

 “If I’d known you were going to sleep on my couch I would have gotten Bran flakes and prunes for you.” You smirk as you pour water over the oats in the bowl before placing it in the microwave to cook. “I know people your age need that kind of thing sometimes. Gets the bowel moving.”

“Make fun of my age all you want.” Ben steps around you to grab the almost empty bottle of milk from your refrigerator. “One day you’ll be happy to find out just how experienced I am.”

“Keep dreaming.”

His dark eyes meet yours. “You’re all I dream about baby.”

You can feel his breath on the side of your neck from how close he is to you, the kitchen seems smaller than it ever has, and he leans forward, sensing your hesitation. One of his hands goes on the kitchen counter to your right, the other places the milk down and then braces on the counter to your left caging you against him. 

“Do any of your lines actually work?” You say, throat tight.

“You’d be surprised.” He smirks wider, green eyes sliding up and down your body. 

 The air in the kitchen electrifies, something passing through the air between the two of you that makes you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest. His eyes are softer green now, reminding you of the color of fresh leaves on an oak tree in spring, bright, strong, and full of life. His body is pressed gently against yours, the strong muscles of his abdomen laying on your hips, muscular arms making sure that you don't walk away.

You try not to think again about how good he looks in your apartment, how calm and relaxed he seems when he’s away from Butcher and not wearing his uniform. 

Standing here in your apartment, he looked normal, human. Sometimes it was hard to remember that you were, when you could do what you did, when you saw him get hit with a car and shove it away with one hand. 

He was still ridiculously attractive, the kind of attractive that you’d read in romance novels and in classic Roman literature, the kind of beautiful that people wrote poetry about, the kind of ruggedly handsome that made smart girls stupid. 

You were really feeling that last one. Because you were desperately trying to hold on to your dream of being with someone that understood every part of you, but Ben was making it hard.

It wasn’t that the idea of sleeping with him was terrible. It wasn’t. It was far from terrible it was the idea of having sex without feelings that you didn’t like. You didn’t want to sleep with him because you knew that he only saw you as something to be possessed not as an equal or someone he cared about. Soldier Boy only cared about himself, that was apparent.

He’s only interested in you because you haven’t given in. You think to yourself. It's all about the thrill of the chase, nothing else. I'm worth more than that. I'm worth more than one night.

“In fact, I think it’s working on you doll.” Ben leans down towards you so close you can feel his words in the air between your faces, his eyes searching yours as if waiting for you to say no.

That made you pause. Ben didn’t seem to be the type of man who was patient. You’d walked in on him making out with numerous women on the couch back at the apartment he shared with the rest of the team, saw how he took control, saw how he didn’t seem to wait for them to say no or really say anything at all. Not to mention one time when you walked into the shared apartment and could hear Ben with one of his "dates" in his bedroom. Nothing about that seemed patient at all.

But this Ben standing in your kitchen was different. He was almost smiling, dark hair still damp from the shower curling on his forehead, the t-shirt damp around the collar, jeans a dark blue, and the smell of your shampoo fills your senses again all over again. It made you wish for this person all the time. The one that you could see yourself falling in love with, not the racist, sexist, and inappropriate jerk that seemed to dominate his persona at all other parts of the day.

Funny, the only time you’d ever seen Ben like this, was when the two of you were alone- well sometimes- other times he annoyed you without end and made you want to jump out a window. 

But why? Why only around me?

The feeling in your chest grows. It jumps from synapse to synapse, pulses along your skin, buzzes in your blood, tangles through your hair, and radiates through the air like a sound wave. Your eyes drift down to his lips remembering exactly what it was like to kiss him last night. How he seemed to consume you whole, how everything else fell away, how Ben curled himself around you, how he-

Your cell phone rings, breaking through the moment, and making you remember exactly why you didn’t want to give in to Ben and remember the kind of person he was. 

You push him away and pull your cellphone out of your pocket. Butcher's photo and name appear on the screen.

Shit.

"Hey Butch, what's up?" You look away from Ben, forcing yourself to calm your racing heart.

Ben perks up at the mention of Butcher’s name.

“Do you have any idea where Soldier Boy is?”

“Soldier Boy?”

“Seems like our blunt smoking man out of time has vanished. Been trying to text him all bloody morning.”

At least he doesn’t know that Ben is here. That’s good. I’d never hear the end of it if-

Ben snatches the phone from your hand and holds it up to his ear. “What the fuck do you want?”

The softness was gone, his eyes had hardened again, and the spell was broken. Ben was no longer relaxed, his shoulders were tensed and guarded, jaw set.

It didn’t take a genius to know that Ben didn’t like Butcher. Sometimes you wondered why Ben decided to stay.

Probably because the alternative was being frozen like Han Solo next to his son.

When Ben had knocked Homelander out, you hadn’t believed it, and despite Ben’s arguing Butcher wanted to keep Homelander a supe, and just put him on ice. You had no idea why, especially since Butcher had been gunning for him forever, but had the sneakiest suspicion that it was because of Ryan.

But you didn't blame Butcher for that, watching your father get killed in front of you seemed traumatic, not to mention Ryan was still reeling from watching his mother die.

You turn back to your microwave to pull out your bowl of oatmeal with a groan.

Now Butcher’s going to mock me endlessly about going home with Soldier Boy. We didn’t do anything! Well…

Your mind flits back to the searing kiss you shared and to five seconds ago when whatever the hell just happened.

“You want me to meet you in fucking Jersey?” Ben laughs.

You choose not to eavesdrop on the conversation, instead you busy yourself with sprinkling brown sugar onto your breakfast and plucking a few more raspberries from the vines.

“Fine.” Ben almost growls before holding out the phone to you. “He wants to talk to you.”

Of course he does. Maybe I can pretend to lose the signal with a piece of paper or a candy wrapper.

“Hello-“

“You crazy wanker.” Butcher chuckles into the phone. “Guess your night was a little more exciting than mine eh? Oi Hughie, you owe me a tener!” He shouts to Hughie who you can guess is sitting nearby.

“What? He’s with y/n! No way!” You hear Hughie shout back, muffled but there.

Damn it he’s gonna tell Annie. She's going to start sending me pictures of babies photoshopped in supe suits.

“You guys were betting that he was here?!” You shout making eye contact with Ben who only smirks before he busies himself with getting a bowl for his cereal.

“He left about two minutes after you did. Said some bullshit about a smoke break.” Butcher is smiling and you know it. “How was he? Was he as good as all the girls say?" Butcher coos on the other side of the line.

“Nothing happened-“

“Sure it didn’t Cherie!” You hear Frenchie crow. “Hopefully you got to relieve some of that tension no?”

“I hate all of you.” You grumble, and before Butcher can say anything else you hang up the phone and glare at Ben. “This is your fault.”

“What do you mean sweetheart?”

“You just had to follow me home!”

“You shouldn’t have been walking out there alone.”

“I do it all the time!”

“Not anymore.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not going to let you walk around alone in the middle of the night.”

"Like hell. I don't need a babysitter!"

"I think you do-"

"No I don't. In fact why are you still here? Why haven't you left?" You shout, snatching your bowl of oatmeal before moving to the wobbly kitchen table that you smooshed up against a window that looks out onto your fire escape.

"Because I tend to like morning sex. It's a great way to start the day. Thought you'd be interested." Ben winks as he sits across from you, barely fitting in the wooden chair.

Your phone buzzes where it sits on the table beside your bowl. When you flip it over, you see the text from Annie.

Annie: YOU SLEPT WITH SOLDIER BOY?!!!!

You: I'm not going to dignify that with a response.

Annie: That's a yes. TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!

You sigh and shovel a spoonful of oatmeal into your mouth, eyes drifting up to the top of your phone screen focusing on the time.

"SHIT! I'm late for work!" You shout before shoving as much oatmeal as you can into your mouth.

"Work?" Ben looks up from his bowl of cereal confused as you begin to run around the room.

The half-eaten bowl of oatmeal falls into the sink with a resounding crash, Bean's cat food lands haphazardly in his bright green food dish, and you practically run to your tote bag that hangs on a peg by your front door.

"I told you. I work at a plant shop." You glance back at your barren coffee maker mournfully. The thought of trying to get through the day without coffee seemed impossible, not to mention you didn’t have time to grab one on the way to work from your favorite shop just around the corner.

"I thought you were joking."

"No. Some of us have to work for a living." You run your fingers through your hair quickly pulling it back in a loose ponytail.

"You should leave your hair down." Ben says from the table watching you.

"What?"

"It's prettier when it's down."

"I don't have time for your misogynistic comments. Come on let's go."

"What?"

"I'm not going to leave you here in my apartment alone. You don't have a key."

"You could give me yours-"

"HA. No that's not going to happen. Come on." You tug on his muscular arm, trying to get him up out of the chair, but he barely moves.

“You know you could call out of work and we could spend the day in bed.” He smiles, eyes tracing your figure. “I mean you look good baby, but I think you'd look even better naked. Plus, Butcher and the rest of those fuckers already think we slept together so we might as well-“

“Not a chance Gramps. Either get up out of the chair and leave through the door or leave through the window. It’s your choice and I have no qualms with throwing you down to the street. But please don't make me do that because I can't afford a new window."

Ben rolls his eyes, but finally gets up to follow you. He actually tries to open the door for you, but you place your hand on his chest.

“Nah uh uh. Bowl in the sink. I’m not going to clean up after you.”

Ben sighs and mumbles something under his breath that’s lost in Mike’s inhuman screech of “Love on Top.”

Yeah. What a great fucking way to start the day.

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Levi and his favorite ways to make you cum

Eating you out

Levi gets pleasure from watching you receive pleasure, he never fucks you without eating you out first. His head is buried between those thighs of yours that he loves to squeeze as his tongue runs up and down your wet folds. "You taste so fucking good, can eat this pussy all day."

He laps at your cunt, holding your thighs wide open for him, he flicks his tongue on your clit making you arch your back. "Mhh look at that." Levi pulls back to admire the view of your wet pussy, it's twitching under his gaze. He leans back and spits on it before eating you out like a man starved, it's messy and the noises his mouth makes against your wetness are enough to make you blush. You tug on his hair harshly, your hips start to move and Levi knows you're close. "Give it to me. Cum, let me taste you." Your legs shake as you cum on his tongue, gripping on his raven hair, his shadowy eyes watch your every move. When you're done cumming, Levi doesn't let you off that easy, he slurps all of your juices and cleans you up nicely with his tongue, sometimes making you cum twice with this action. He would kiss your inner thighs afterward, letting you know that he is more than satisfied with you.

Nipple play

Mhm, you heard me, Levi can make you cum just by sucking and playing with your nipples, that's exactly why he loves making you cum that way. He lays between your open legs, your top pulled down exposing your breasts to him. Levi's mouth closes around your nipple, while he lets his fingers rub the other nipple. Soft moans leave your lips, you rub his back gently as his tongue swirls around your nipple. He likes to tease you from time to time by pitching your nipples lightly. "Shhh...let me do what I do best.." He pulls his mouth away from your breast and starts to tweak both of your hard buds with his fingers. You bite your lip, back arching into his hands. "You're gonna cum just from this, aren't you? Naughty girl..." He sucks a mark into the plush of your breasts and some on your collarbone as his hands continue to caress your sensitive nipples. Feeling the heat between your legs, you rub your thighs together and Levi notices it. His mouth is back on your nipples, tongue licking and sucking on them. A shiver runs down your spine, you can feel your navel grow tighter. "Levi...I'll cum." You whine as he bites on your nipple, feeling your body arch up even more as you cum. "Good girl." Levi kisses both of your breasts after you've cum.

With his dirty talk

Sure Levi is amazing at making you cum by touching you but sometimes he really doesn't have to, all he has to do is make you touch yourself as he watches. Your hand rubs your swollen pussy, your head thrown back as a moan surpasses your lips. "Just like that, you're so pretty like this." He is sitting on the chair before your bed, watching your hand carefully. "Can you spread your legs a little bit wider for me yeah? So that I can that pretty cunt of yours better." You do as he says, spreading your legs wide and moving your hand even harder. "That's my girl, you know how to listen." His eyes are filled with lust and he is hard as a rock but he will hold back his urges because he wants to see you cum like this. "Enter two fingers into you. I have to get you ready for my cock." His words just make you more wet as you enter tap fingers inside of you. "There we go. You're dripping all over the sheets and I not even touching you." He smirks a little when he sees you moaning, your pussy clenching around your fingers. "Such a good girl aren't you? Or are you just a slut who can't wait for me to fuck you?" You start to move your fingers faster, feeling your orgasm build up. "Cum baby, go on. Let me watch you fall apart like this." His words were what pushed you over the edge and you cum all over your hand and the sheets.

Riding him

He likes you in any position to make that clear but there's just something about seeing you bounce on top of him that makes him fall deeper in love with you, if that's possible at this point. His grip on your hips is steady as you move up and down on top of him, your hands holding onto his upper arms, his cock deep inside of you. "That's right, ride your captain's cock just like that." You start to move faster, feeling his cock stretch your walls even more. Your nails dig into his bicep, the sound of skin slapping filling your ears. Levi growls before taking your hips and lighting you off his cock just so that he can slam you back down and make you moan loud. "Fuck Levi! Yes! Right there!" His cock touches your cervix and you throw your head back, mouth open wide. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" You nod as your pussy squeezes him tightly, an intense pleasure washes over you. "Keep squeezing me like that...make me cum deep inside of you..let's cum together baby." He leans in and bites into your neck as you roll your hips more passionately against him, his hands move from your hips to your back pulling your body closer to him so that he can feel all of it, every single shiver as you cum. "Yeah...there we go. Cum for me princess." Your pussy clamps down on him and you cum, Levi following shortly after, filling you up with his seed.

Squirting

Oh boy, it's probably his favorite thing ever. Levi loves making a mess out of you. You lay down on the bed, one of his hands holding the nape of your nape while the other one slowly rubs your cunt. "Fucking-You're always so damp, it makes it easy for me to make you cum." Levi uses his thumb to rub your clit, loving the way your body shakes with each move he makes. He teases you for a little hit before entering a finger inside of you making you gasp. "How many fingers do you think you can take huh? Two? Three?" He asks you as if you can respond while moaning as his finger moves in and out of you. Soon, a second finger is deep inside of you, making your grip the sheets, he kisses the side of your face, pumping his fingers relentlessly into your pussy. "Looks like two of your limit which is a shame, I think your little cunt can take more don't you?" Before you can say anything, a third finger pushes past your walls making you scream in pleasure, it's a little painful at first but it goes away quickly, Levi knows how to use his fingers well. "See? You can take fucking three." Your pussy starts to clamp on his fingers, your body starts to twitch and you squirt all over his hand, making a mess. "Good girl name, good girl..." He kisses your cheek as you calm down from the intense satisfaction your body jsit felt. "Mhh I liked that too much...", He liked it so much, that he just had to do it second time and then the third time...and maybe a forth....

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[number1mingyustan]

Oral Fixation ☾

fiancé!dk x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: overstimulation, oral (f.), kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), squirting, face riding

Summary: He can’t say it enough, so he’ll use his mouth in other ways

Word Count: 992

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(a/n: sum light 🗣️)

"Ugh...fuck–please don't stop,"

Your voice is breathy and weak. Your back meets the marble counter with a light force, providing support for your shaky legs.

The two of you hardly made it through the apartment door before Seokmin dropped to his knees and hiked up your dress. Your panties are pooled at your ankles He's had his mind on this all day, not that it's ever really a thought that escapes his mind.

Your hands grip his hair, tugging at the soft brown mane between your thighs. The diamond ring decorating your finger shines beautifully in the moonlight, reflecting slim beams even when buried in his hair. A string of moans escapes your glossed lips. Your hips move seemingly on their own, grinding down on his warm tongue.

He's suffocating in the best way possible. He could truly die a happy man right now. His fingers snake up your leg, gripping your inner thigh to hold you up.

You've been so stressed out lately with the wedding planning, he knows how badly you needed this. A night out with some drinks, and incredible head.

He detaches his lips, instantly replacing his mouth with his fingers. He doesn't pull away far, his nose still nudges against you sensitive clit. His digits disappear into your soaked cunt. He watches your face tighten in pleasure and your eyes screw shut. Your breathing grows heavy and your hips continue to grind down on his fingers and nose.

"Look at you," he grins. "So perfect, so needy."

His other hand travels toward his jeans. His cock is painfully hard, noticeably poking against the confines of his jeans. He doesn't indulge too much, palming himself lightly as his real focus remains on you.

Your head falls back when he attaches his lips to your clit. He sucks on your sensitive bud and his skillful fingers curl inside of your soaked cunt.

He thrusts his fingers into you and his digits are completely covered in your arousal. You taste so sweet on his tongue, he can't help but let out a moan against you.

The vibrations quickly travel through your body, causing goosebumps to arise on your arms and legs. "Don't stop," you pant. "Please... 'm so close."

It never takes long. The second his mouth travels below your belt, you know you're a goner. He's addicted to the way you taste and how you moan and writhe against him when his mouth is on you.

His fingers pick up pace and he sucks on your clit harsher. Your hand grips his hair harder, and the other holds onto the edge of the marble counter tightly.

Your high hits you before you can warn him again, but with how your moans grew more high-pitched and your thighs began trembling, he knew it was coming. Your eyes roll back and your hips jerk against his face as your body is overwhelmed with pleasure.

He fucks you through it, working his fingers into your cunt and refusing to allow a gap between his swollen lips and yours. You come down from your high, but the euphoric feeling doesn't settle.

The pleasure is never ending, it continues to build without stopping. If you weren't sensitive already, you definitely were now. Your head drops and you stare at your fiancé as he continues to devour you.

Oh fuck. He's not stopping. His grip on your thighs tightens, holding you in place as he continues to guide his tongue through your folds. "Oh my f– baby..."

He doesn't mean to overstimulate you. He's just got a bit of an.... oral fixation, especially when it comes to you. He can't help but fall deeper every second he's with you.

Every inch of his body and being is enthralled by you. He's got so much love to give you, and he's just gotta give it to you.

His fingers speed up again, curling at the perfect angle to press against the spot that drives you crazy. Your legs tremble with vigor, even in his tight grip. Your head falls back again and your back slumps against the counter as your eyelids falls shut.

The pleasure is a lot to handle, but it's so fucking good. It's overwhelmingly good and you never want it to stop. You can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thighs.

"Shit, I can't–ah!" You struggle to form a sentence. Your mind is overridden with pleasure and you can't think. The only thought flowing through your mind is moremoremoremoremore.

You tug at his hair and he groans in pleasure. His cock is throbbing and he can feel himself getting more and more turned on with each passing second.

His tongue circles your swollen clit and your second orgasm follows soon after. You cum even harder, mind going blank with pleasure and vision going blurry. A rush of fluid paints his face, clear evidence of your pleasure that will serve as a reminder for him.

He finally pulls away from your spent pussy. The tingling between your thighs doesn't stop, even as your vision clears up and you tune back in with your senses.

Your head tilts down, admiring your handsome husband-to-be. You blink away the tears prickling the corners of your eyes and admire the features of his face.

His head tilts back as you push some of his hair out of his face with your palm. His soft brown eyes meet yours. They're half-lidded, teeming with lust, admiration, and so much love.

He licks his lips slowly, relishing in your taste. You're still breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as your lungs expand. "Glad you finally decided to give me a break."

He stands to his feet, hovering over you in his full stature. His hands wrap around your hips and he lifts you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his torso and allow him to carry you toward the bedroom.

"Sweetheart, I'm just getting started." He grins.

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[cordeliawhohung]

Core... I am in desperate need for more ps! Gaz with a mommy kink. It's my religion. The worms eating away at my soul. My brainrot.

You're the best writer for Gaz that I know. Pretty pretty please with worms and dirt on top. ✨

[wrote this at lunch this is... not proofread lmao]

hmmm now i'm thinking about ps!gaz being absolutely pathetic. maybe he was overly teasing in a previous shoot towards you. edging you for much longer than was kind. he had you a sopping wet, crying mess after thirty minutes of pure torture before properly fucking you like you had been begging him to.

but now? when the director scripts it so that you're in charge? oh, he's in for it big time.

he's sitting in a chair with his hands gripping the arm rests. he's got free movement of his limbs, but you've given him the order to keep his hands there. if he moves them to try to touch you, to touch himself, to do anything other than what you've told him to, you'll stop. you'll stop that delicious, yet painfully languid movement of your hand rubbing at his cock until he behaves. it's cute how he whimpers from the stimulation, how his legs twitch when you thumb over that little slit along his tip. every now and then, you'll grace him with the feeling of your lips around him, but it's only enough to keep things wet. you're supposed to be taking care of him, aren't you? can't have the poor man chafing.

and you're mean about it. kissing him on the lips while you mutter about how good he's being, your good boy. you'll nip at his throat to make him jump and giggle when he gives you that look. like you're pushing your luck, as if he's not the one sitting in the chair getting edged.

you keep whispering to him that you'll let him come, he's just gotta say those magic words. and he mutters it, over and over again. please, please doll, fuck, don't stop, wa- wait, please baby, please but it's not enough. and he knows that's not what you're looking for, but he doesn't want to say it. doesn't want to give you that satisfaction. or maybe, he's just concerned about how much he likes it.

it's only when his legs are twitching with every little twist of your wrist and his chest heaves with every breath that he finally caves. finally babbles and mutters please... please mommy, i'm sorry, please just- fuck please, just like that, thank you, thank you mommy...

you give him the release that you've been expertly building up inside of him, and he groans into your mouth as hot cum shoots from his tip, soiling your hand and his sweaty stomach. you bring him down slowly before grinning at him and licking your fingers clean before you lick the rest of him clean. hot, wet tongue gliding over his stomach, then along his cock until the entire thing is in your mouth. he jolts as you swallow him whole, the head of his cock budding against the back of your mouth, and you chuckle before leaning back to look at the mess of him. the sweat and spit that coats his body. the dilated blackness that swallows his eyes so complete you can hardly make out that beautiful, brown color you adore.

you allow him to remove his hands from the chair after that, and you sit in his lap while he rests his head against your chest. you run your fingers along the nape of his neck and across his shoulders as his breathing slows, all while whispering to him what a good boy he was for you.

[hoshigray]

Swim in Waves, Chill in Caves ༄ S. Geto

"I went to the beach with my friends!! Only for me to...run into Gojo again!!? And to make things crazier, I met his attractive best friend who heard "so much" about me??!! Thanks to Gojo's nonstop blabber-mouth, Geto was interested in me in ways I would rather not be known for!"

A/n: Yessir, three for three, it's time for the third part of my summer series!! It's now Geto's turn to have a piece of Y/n, and, like Gojo, this is my first time writing something for Geto! In case you aren't aware, this fic is linked with Gojo's fic as the plot from his fic propels the actions of what's going to transpire in Geto's narrative. I hope you enjoy this, and tysm for 1.7k followers, giving each and every single one of ya a hug (unless you don't like hugs, then I send you finger guns, pew pew!!)

Also, this is connected to the Gojo fic previously released. So if there are references that have you like "???," you're free to go read that fic first before diving straight into this one. And yeah, without further ado, please enjoy this piece~☆

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Geto is around early 30s) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - heavy depictions of a blowjob - semi-handjob - sex at an open area; cave by the beach - 69+ doggy style/backshots + missionary position - unprotected sex but Geto doesn't shoot inside (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - fucking while the sun sets, lmaooo - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetheart, sweetie, princess) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - Gojo is here so expect some silliness.

Wc: 7.2k (7.9k with bonus scene...I stayed up til 6 am finishing this)

Dear Diary...It has come to my attention that I've seen you this summer way more than I anticipated. Truthfully, I never expected to need you again. While life for me is unpredictable right now, the only thing I can turn to is you...

"Hey, Megumi!" Your body jerks at a familiar voice. "Have you seen Y/n?"

"They said they went to grab something real quick." Another familiar voice. "Now help me with this cooler, Itadori."

"Right, on it!"

It's now coming down to the middle of summer. An entire month and a half of internship has kept you busy, constantly building new skills within your career exploration. In addition, you gain new skills and insights from your colleagues. And now that your practicum is almost over, you can't help but feel a rise in accomplishment.

So, how do you celebrate? By going to the beach with your best buds! Oh yes, the gang — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara — who are all proud of all you've done this summer thought it's best to go out and hang out this weekend! You weren't one to turn down a lovely day at the beach with your friends, so you packed up your cutest bathing suit, hopped in Nobara's car with the rest, and the four of you drove to enjoy the day together.

With the smell of the ocean hitting your nostrils and the rays of the sun bathing your skin, the day was going great as you and your friends enjoyed every moment of it!

That is until during the delightful moment that you bumped into a familiar face — a face you didn't think you'd ever see again, not with your friends present at the very least. And it's thanks to said familiar face you've once again stumbled upon an unpredictable dilemma.

So much so that you are hiding from your friends, inside a guest room at a beach house, writing in your diary. And yes, said beach house doesn't belong to you, not even your friends. So how did you end up in some random person's estate? Well, leave it to your pen and paper to retell what conspired today.

Firstly, my friends and I just finished lunch at this seafood restaurant (NTS: they offer superb seafood boils). Having walked along the boardwalk for about half an hour, it was time to head for the beach...

The sun was blazing hot outside, yet the ocean breeze kept heat bearable. Many people were at the beach this time of year, families building sandcastles together and surfers riding the active waves. Not to mention the many children bringing life to the setting by playing around in the shallow tides.

You and your friends were able to find a nice, comfortable place to put your stuff at. Before swimming, the four of you figured it'd be great to stretch your bodies around and play some beach volleyball! There was only one problem: other families and athletes had taken all the nets, and none of your brought one of your own (plus they're expensive). So what do you do? Use what ya got and just pass the ball!

"I got it!" Yuuji shouts as he dives to prevent the ball from hitting the sand, propelling it up for Nobara to set up for you.

"It's yours, Megumi!" you call out the raven-haired friend who digs the ball for Itadori to pass.

Five minutes become ten, and ten minutes become fifteen. Before you know it, thirty minutes of constant back and forth between the volleyball has you all engrossed in the game, completely forgetting about the body of water that is waiting for y'all to participate. Although, you all were having way too much fun to stop.

Well, until Nobara jumps and spikes the ball a little too hard and hits Itadori right in the face, the ball flying further away from your direction. You call out to say you'll get it while the brunette argues with the salmon-haired other ("Nobara, you did that on purpose!" "Oh, shut up. Let me see your face, ya big baby.")

Your eyes never leave the ball as you run to catch it from the air. I got it, I got it!

However, you should've paid attention to what's in front of you rather than above. Because had you done so, you would've noticed the dark-haired man who jumped up to catch the ball mid-air. Shocking you for a split second before you come bulldozing to another person, bringing you both down to the sandy ground.

You assess no sense of pain on your end and then realize you're on top of the man you came crashing towards. So apologies are quickly thrown to the other below you while you slowly get up. "Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry about that! I should've looked where I was going!"

"No, no, you're fine..." the man you notice has snow-white hair mumbles under his breath, taking off his dark circle shades to flick off any sand. "Damn, you got a strong tackle; someone outta scout you for a scholarship."

The comment was meant to bring humor to the situation. You stifle a giggle. "Please, I really am sorry abo—" Before you could finish that sentence, your eyes start to take in all of the man's appearance — whose tall figure you're still crawled up on. White hair and lashes, beautiful blue eyes, tall, lean build with chiseled abs I want to rub against—HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE!!!

You remove yourself from the male and stand to look at him from above. Even with the blue Hawaiian shirt opened up to proudly display his pecs and abdomen and the black and purple swimming trunks, the surname you said was the only candidate for who you were looking at. "GOJO!!??"

The man you have spoken with on an online dating app not too long ago. The man you went on a blind date. The man you slept with on the same night. Satoru Gojo peeks up at you before putting his sunglasses back on, sky blue eyes widen with recognition, and a cheeky smile creeps up on his face. "Well, well, fancy seeing you again, princess."

The familiar pet name causes your face and ears to be covered in an agonizing heat beyond the sun's authority, especially when the white-haired man stands up and dusts off the sand on his shirt and swimwear. His height that once had you taken aback the first meeting, doing so the second time around, and of course, the fucker had to have his abs out for you to gawk. "W-What are you doing here?" Your perplexity was still adamant in your question.

"I'm here to enjoy the nice summer sun, aren't you~" he replies with his usual chipper attitude. "Actually, though, I always come down to spend a weekend with my close friends — it's kinda like a tradition we do every year. One of them has a beach house not too far from here."

You blink. "Close...friends?"

"Yo, Satoru," another voice behind Gojo hooks your attention. "You know this person?"

The man who spoke was another fairly tall man — not absolutely towered by Gojo, but fair enough for you to notice the slight difference. Long jet black, draped hair kept in the back with bangs that partially cover his left eye. A matching Hawaiian shirt with a red color (and, unfortunately, also exhibiting his stomach and pectorals) and black and red trunks complete the look. And he's holding the volleyball that pummeled poor Yuuji's face.

You only stare at him as Gojo does the introductions. "Hmm? Oh, Y/n. This is my best friend, Geto. You know, the one I told you about."

Geto, Geto...The name is repeated until it rings a bell, and everything around you comes to a standstill. Suguru Geto, the best friend of Satoru Gojo since high school. Just when this day couldn't get any worse, you not only bump into your one-night stand but meet his infamous partner in crime from their days of youth. And worse, he's just as [if not more] attractive than the slender snow-haired fellow!

"Wait! He's THE best friend??" You exclaim, and Gojo happily confirms your suspicions.

"Yeah, that's him! The one whose hair I barfed on when I chugged that beer at the house party and gave me a weed brownie as payback!"

"Is that story the only thing you want people to know me for?" Geto glares at his friend, but the taller other only shrugs off the complaint. Geto sighs and turns to you, and then his brows draw upward while surveying your figure. "Y/n...You mean the one who—"

"Hey, Y/n!" Your stomach drops to the ground remembering you didn't come to the beach alone, turning around to see the other three make their way to you. The salmon-haired man, his face red from Nobara's spike, resumes speaking. "What's the holdup?"

You try to answer until Gojo cuts you off with a joyful salutation. "Megumi!"

Your raven-haired friend doesn't return the exact manner, greeting with a scowl. "Gojo..."

What the fuck!!? "You two know each other??"

"Of course! Me and Megumi have been pals since he was in his elementary years." The high school teacher informs you as if it was a known fact, feeding more to your stupefied mind. "Known his dad for years; we're practically family friends!"

"More like an annoying uncle..." Megumi rolls his eyes before turning to face you. "Don't get mixed up with this guy, Y/n. He may seem like a likable guy. But he's just a carefree clown who doesn't take things seriously. Both out and in private life." Based on the emphasis on that last assertion, Megumi is aware of Gojo's philandering activities. You nod at your friend's advice, but the gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob in your throat is difficult to swallow. I'm afraid that's too little too late...

Gojo places a hand on his heart and conveys a faux hurt expression. "Jeez, Megumi, your words cut deep, you know...Besides," your body goes rigid when the tall man wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Me and Y/n have already been introduced before."

"Hm? How do you know this dude, Y/n?" Nobara is the one to ask the question for the other two, and now you're pushed into a predictable corner you couldn't foresee coming today of all days.

The reason why you went on a blind date with Gojo in the first place is because of a dumb bet, thanks to Nobara. And after said date, you told the brunette about it — minus mentioning that you went with Gojo. The only thing you noted to her was that the person's name started with an "S" and the last with a "G" ("Wow, can you be vague enough, Y/n?"). Nothing about their physical appearance other than the guy being tall. Now, with the said guy who fits the criteria slouching close with his arm around you, the countdown to your eventual, embarrassing demise begins.

You turn to the tall man, a mutual signal for aid. But before Gojo could say anything, the other male behind him intervenes — "Y/n met Gojo through me," Geto admits disingenuous. "We were at a diner, and we saw them walking by and got to talk with them for a while.

Everyone turns to look at the dark-haired man, you and Gojo bearing a look of confusion. But you don't say anything; neither of you does when Geto gives you two a quick wink for reassurance.

The trio stares at the two men before Nobara walks up and takes the volleyball from Geto's hands. "Is that right...Well, Mr. Man Bun—"

"Geto."

"Yeah, whatever," the correction doesn't faze her. "Since you and your friend here seem to be acquaintances with Y/n, how about you come play some ball with us. I saw you jump to catch the ball, so don't complain about some old man bones."

You squeak from the boisterous laugh Gojo lets out, "Ohoho, don't start something you can't finish. Ever heard of respecting your elders?"

The brunette grins, "Nah, fuck that."

"Hmph, that's what I like to hear." Finally, Gojo lets go of you and walks with the three to play by your spot. A giant sigh isn't enough to convey the emotional distress you're experiencing, especially now that your one-night stand is now socially fitting in with your best friends.

So much for acquaintances...

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Two hours fly by excruciatingly slow because now that Gojo has met your friends and has been spending time with them, you can see that they start to like and adapt to his friendly attitude (can't say the same for Megumi, the raven-haired friend taking his presence in a tolerable form). Perhaps hadn't you known the man prior, you would've felt the same. Unfortunately, though, this is the exact man that had your tipsy ass bouncing on his cock in a hotel room after drinking three cocktails. Memories of that night have your face transition to an insufferable heat.

To make matters worse, Gojo had the brilliant idea of bringing you guys to the residence he and Geto were staying at. A simple yet lovely and cozy two-story beach house by the boardwalk that his other close friend owns, overlooking the beautiful ocean. Said friend — Shoko Ieiri, a well-acclaimed surgeon — welcomed the four young adults to her space, telling them to make themselves home. And when Yuuji opens his big dumb mouth saying that the four of you haven't checked in to a hotel yet, the older woman insists you stay in her spare rooms on the bottom floor! Because any friend of the snow-haired idiot is a friend of hers.

So now your turmoil grows tenfold, seeing your friends getting closer and closer to Gojo's inner circle, the pit of your stomach stirring into an uncomfortable swirl of emotions. If you hadn't met the man before this trip, you'd enjoy being in the same boat as your friends and not kicking yourself repeatedly as your two worlds collide unintentionally.

You sigh heavily, watching Yuuji and Nobara play Uno with Gojo and Shoko at the kitchen island while Megumi and Geto discuss themselves on the living area couch. Figuring you might need some fresh air, you get up and exit the relaxing home to enter the back porch, the sun's heat greeting your air-conditioned skin back in its natural warmth.

You sit on the rocking chair facing the oceanfront, the gorgeous view of the body of water for you to see. You close your eyes as you rock yourself, and the summer breeze brushing against your skin puts your body into a calm trance. Being outside helps you collect your thoughts in this jarring situation. It's evident now that this moment with yourself was necessary to ease the mental gymnastics you've been experiencing since before you came to this beach house.

So in tune with the quiet surroundings around you that you almost sink into your tranquil state. Almost. Until you hear the door open, snapping your eyes open to see whoever it is that decided to disrupt your personal reflection. And you silently gasp at the man who pays you a visit — Geto.

"Hey," his soft tone smooth like butter, inviting himself into your space as he sits in the rocking chair parallel to you, blocking the ocean view with his appearance. "I figured you'd still be out here; your friends were looking for you, and you've been sitting here for about ten whole minutes."

"I have!?" You chirp at the fact, to which the man chuckles and nods to confirm. "Huh...I didn't notice. I was just enjoying the silence, I guess."

"Hmm, I get it," the dark-haired man hums at your answer, then looks around the porch. "I don't blame you; with a view and place like this, I'd be out here all the time too."

By nodding, you agree. "You're extremely blessed to be friends with Ms. Ieiri. Get to spend time with her and Gojo at this wonderful beach house."

"Pssh, I'd say I'm more lucky to be a friend of Shoko's than with Satoru," the light chuckle he lets out activates a small smile from you. "You've already heard stories of me and him being roommates in college, barfing on my hair and such."

"Yes, I have, and I'm on your side wholeheartedly. I'd get back at him too, from all the stupid pranks and stuff he's put you through." Your agreement has the older man laugh some more. "But, I can tell Gojo you are close, having been together through thick and thin...Oh! And, I guess I have to thank you for your help back on the beach; your excuse about me meeting you two at a diner."

Geto leans and rocks with the rocking chair while his dark eyes are on you. "No problem. I figured your friends wouldn't know about your date with him. He's told me all about it, so I just mixed some words around to make it sound plausible for your friends."

You just nod and croon to his response. Until your brows furrow and you look straight at him. "Wait, what do you mean 'all about it'?"

You watch his eyes narrow slightly, the uneasiness in your stomach returning to haunt you. "I mean what it means. He mentioned every detail — from your cute outfit when he picked you up to the fun dinner you had at the diner. And..." The grin on Geto's face only exacerbates the feeling of dread that was once gone. "I'm sure you know the rest."

"The rest?" you gulp.

"The rest."

Sure enough, before you could express anguish to the man before you, the door to the back porch opened again with vigor. And the one behind it is the person you didn't want to see right now, or else you just might strangle that playful smile off his stupidly charming peachy face. Gojo exclaims, "There ya are! Shoko ordering takeout while your friends are finding a movie to watch, then we'll eat some s'mores around the fire pit when it gets dark out. Come inside Y/n~"

Geto only watches your adorable face harbor an expression that could only have Death itself clutch its pearls. But not wanting to do anything crass, you take a deep breath and get up from your rocking chair. "Umm, I'll pass on that. I was thinking of just walking around the boardwalk, maybe swimming in the waves while the sun's still up. Wanna come along, Mr. Geto?"

The sudden invitation takes him aback, but the man rises from his chair. "Sure, I'm down for that."

"Ehhhh, you're goin' without me?" Gojo exhibits a pouty face that doesn't work on you.

"Sorry, Gojo; just stay here and be hospitable. My friends seem to like you, anyway. Plus, I don't feel like dealing with you right now..." you mumbled that final part for only you to hear, excusing yourself past the white-haired other so you could grab your shoes from inside the beach house. And Geto only observes the interaction quietly as it baffles his best friend, who turns to him and points in your direction.

"What did I do?" is his question. And it gets more confusing to him when Geto only follows you back inside, leaving the conversation with a smirk.

"What didn't you do, Satoru?"

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"And then, when he was out like a light, I dumped the whole thing on him."

"No way, Geto!"

"Way." The man's smile broadens as he watches you fail to hide your laughter behind your hands. "It's what he gets for resetting my alarms and making me miss my oral exam. Plus, he ate my entire cereal box I hadn't used yet."

"So you thought the best way to get payback was to dump a whole basin full of spoiled milk and cigarette ashes on him while he was sleeping?"

"You know when you say it like that," he cocks his head. "I probably should've pissed in it, too." You playfully hit the older man in a fit of wheezed laughter, and he joins you in entertaining his silliness.

You and Geto have been out for quite some time. Your agenda was just comprised of taking a nice quick walk around the area and swimming to cool your mind from Gojo, and then you'd return in a more calm slate. What you didn't foresee was Geto taking up your offer to come along. And, you have to admit, he's been great company for you.

Not only did he give you a mini tour around the area, showing you all the little local shops and places to eat that he recommended to try. But he also wanted to join you in your swim, discarding his Hawaiian shirt entirely to the sandy ground and exposing his beautiful upper body. You did tell him that he didn't have to while trying not to drool over his gorgeous abs, but your concerns didn't waiver his decision. "I'm still wearing my trunks for a reason, cutie." When he uses that nickname on you, let him do as he wishes.

The two of you swim in the calm ocean, enjoying the comforting feeling of the water and play fighting with Geto anytime he'd splash water your way. Call it childish, but you were enjoying yourself. Enjoying him being around.

Soon the sun goes down, and the sky is painted in a stunning array of colors as it sets. Not too far from the shore, Geto treats you to a small ice cream shop that sells notorious homemade ice cream, and he takes you to one of his favorite secret spots. With one hand with a cup of your favorite ice cream and a plastic spoon in the other, you and the raven-haired man watch the sunset in a cave and talk amongst yourselves. Small waves crashing on the sandy and rocky front fills the empty cave with a comfortable atmosphere.

"Unbelievable," you say through tiny giggles. "You're no better than Gojo; both of you were insufferable."

"We still are," he takes another spoonful of his ice cream. "Even as adults, we're still the same intolerable duo who managed to get college diplomas."

You laugh some more at his joke. "I still find it hard to believe that he's a teacher and you a district attorney." The man only shrugs while finishing his ice cream. "But, honestly, it's kinda nice knowing you guys never changed through the years. Still the same no matter what."

"Yeah, I'm still a slick, sly bastard, and he'll always be the blue-eyed sheep that doesn't know when to shut up."

You glance to the side to look at him, staring at the open entrance of the cave where the sun is covered by clouds in its descent to the horizon. Your eyes gradually peer from his handsome face down to his well-sculpted physique, the sun's warm glow painting his skin beautifully. You've noted this before, but Geto is a remarkably attractive man.

It's seen by the structure of his face, his olive skin contrasting the long draped hair that goes past his shoulders. His black eyes make you feel as if you're staring at an endless void, captivating enough that you sense him seeing through you. And his black gauge earrings stand him out from the crowd, but they fit perfectly with his personality and body.

He's so hot is what you think to yourself, but it's a thought that has you quickly assess what the hell you're doing. And when your eyes go back up to his face, you see that he's looking dead at you, eyes narrowed with a guileful smile. You turn away in shame, for looking longer than necessary and for thinking such indecent thoughts about the best friend of your one-night stand. You are not about to do this right now, Y/n. Pull yourself together!

"Uhh—Ahem, speaking of that not knowing when to shut up," you cough to steer back into conversation. "I can't believe Gojo would go into such detail about our date. Especially...that."

The man shrugs again. "I mean, that's just how we've rolled; I tell him things about my life, and he tells me about his — including his playboy love life. Besides, I'm sure you have moments you share with your buddies."

"True, but..." you groan with your left hand on your face. "I'd rather not be known for explicit things I've done. And what's worse, having to see you — his best friend — and you know about me from the date two weeks prior is just adding salt to the injury.

Geto doesn't say anything right away, just watching you experience hopelessness so he can find the proper words to express it. "I get it, kinda how I don't like him telling stories of me to people I don't know...However," his hand steadily moves from the rocky surface to your right hand, and he sees your shoulders jerk at the action. "I'd be lying if I said I'm not kinda glad to hear about you."

Your breath hitches at his words, glancing back and forth to his hand sliding across yours and his face. He resumes.

"To be frank with you, I've never met any of the people Satoru's hooked up with, nor did I ever care to. So you can imagine me being perplexed seeing you in person. And to my surprise," his slender fingers pry to intertwine with yours, and you allow him. "After hanging out with you today, I'm seeing what Satoru sees in you. You're very breathtaking."

Geez, he's a smooth talker, too, huh. Your cheeks go intolerably hot, unable to avert your eyes from his. "Umm, Geto—"

"And it got me thinking, ya know: can such a cute, sweet thing really do such things?" The grip of his hand tightens around yours. "Had me intrigued just from looking at you..."

You gulp before saying your words carefully. "Are you...saying you're interested in my...services?"

His brows lift for an instant. "Only if you're up to demonstrate."

This day keeps getting stranger and stranger, and now you're met with the most bizarre moment that could ever transpire. Wide eyes only look back at the man who awaits your answer, and you internally curse Satoru Gojo for putting you through this entire mess of a day!

But a small part of yourself has you battling a moral battle. It's not every day you bump into your one-night stand on a random weekend and be given an opportunity to fuck their best friend that same day. What you're going through right now is only something you'd see in crappy movies and fanfictions (a/n: ouch).

And besides, it's not your fault that this is happening to you. It was Gojo's, yeah. If the man knew when to keep your name out of his mouth, you wouldn't have to go through this madness — and worse — his closest friend wanting to fuck you.

It's his fault that you're now straddling Geto's lap on top of the smooth rocky surface inside of a cave, smacking lips and exchanging passionate breaths. It's his fault that you're whimpering sweetly in Geto's ear as his hands sneak inside your bathing suit to fondle your breasts, pinching the nipples now erect from his touch. It's his fault that you're grinding on his best friend's erection and kissing all the way down from his neck, abdomen, and finally to his pelvis — where you remove his swimming trunks to reveal free the hard cock ready for you.

It's all Gojo's fault...But thanks to him, you can treat yourself to this alluring piece of a man before you. Your suspense and enjoyment climb up from the thought of it.

The two of you are positioned to do the sixty-nine, both of your swimwear discarded off your bodies. Your cheeks go hollow as you take the tip of Geto's dick inside your mouth, your tongue swirling around the glans of his cock, resulting in a hiss from the man below your ass.

"Hmmm, damn, haven't done this position in a while," his hands roam around your buttocks, spreading your asscheeks to further expose the vulva. Your essence shimmering from the setting sun has the man whistle at the sight. "So pretty down here, too."

The compliment pushes you to push your face further to suck in more of his shaft, covering the limb within your oral cavity inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat. You give yourself a short while to get used to his girth in your mouth before you start bobbing your head, soft lips sliding up and down the veins decorating his length.

The raven-haired other groans at the feeling of your mouth around his cock. "Mmmm, yeah, just like that, sweetheart. Just like that..." And before you know it, he brings your ass down to him for his tongue to lick your tempting folds. Your yelp is muffled, and the lapping motions of his wet muscle on your chasm send shivers up your spine.

But you don't let it distract you from the cock in your mouth, resuming your task of pleasing him. You bring a hand to pump his shaft, sliding to and fro from the top to the base. The action causes him to jerk into your mouth with pleasure, and the grip around your ass tightens. He's enjoying it, and it pleases you knowing you're making him feel good.

"Mmmph! Ohh shit—Ummph!" He removes his lips from your cunt, his moans more audible than the sound of waves in the background. "Shit, if you keep at it, I'm gonna—Shit, shit, shit..." It's here that your movements go faster and more sensational, kissing and sucking the head of his cock while you massage and knead his scrotum. The jolts of his legs become apparent, signaling that his release is close. "Oh, fuck...Princess, I'm gonna cum!"

Taking his comment into account, your mouth takes in his cock back in, his size now adapted to your mouth and throat that you bob in comfortable haste. Your tongue brushing up and down the underside of his cock has his fingernails dent marks onto the flesh of your ass. And when his hips snap up to your face, his climax hits your mouth that very second, his load spilling into your mouth and down the glossy walls of your throat. You accept his come, sucking and drinking his bitter fluid with no complaints.

"Haaah, hmmm, did so good, baby. So fucking good...Mmmph!" His cock is still sensitive from experiencing his orgasm; regardless, you don't let him go until you clean him up entirely. And when you finish, a soft 'pop' leaves your puffy lips from his pink glans. He snickers when you turn to him over your shoulder, licking your lips from any remnants. "Heh, damn, you're really good at this. Makes me feel bad that I didn't get you to finish either."

Your smile's bright as the warm glow that bathes your skin. "Don't worry about it," you comfort him while removing your body from on top of him. You lay your face down with your cheek kissing the ground, your hands coming to spread your ass for Geto to gaze at your messy vagina. "I know you'll do a better job where it really matters."

The smirk on his face gets broader as he gets on his knees, moving to your inviting form. "I'll be sure to not disappoint just as you haven't for me."

"Don't jinx yourself," you tease the older man and giggle when he playfully smacks your butt. You bite your bottom lip with the feeling of his cockhead gliding on your folds, your fluids lubricating him as your entrance throbs in anticipation. When he aligns and pushes his dick into you, you remind yourself to breathe steadily and brace for the slight pain bound to happen. One inhale one push of him. Another intake while gradually forcing himself onto you. When you sharply gasp, you know he made himself inside. Tears water up your eyes as he slowly drives his length into you, your tight walls gripping onto the foreign limb intruding.

Geto gives himself a few seconds to adapt to you when the base of his length kisses your southern lips. He starts with slow thrusts, and your body follows his steady cadence. You hum to the blissful sensation of his cock grazing your walls.

"Mmngh, God, Y/n, you feel so fucking good on me," the man rasped, jet-black strands from his bands now sticking to his sweaty forehead and cheek. "...Trying to make me go crazy."

"Mmmph! Haaaah, haha, please, go all out on me," you coax him. "Don't think I can take it?"

Your snarky question has him chortle, and a sudden deep thrust prompts a shriek to sneak past your lips. "Don't say I didn't warn you, sweetie."

He dials up his pace to a faster tempo. The change-up has you whimpering, and you clench around his length, which has the man hiss at the abrupt contact. The electrifying waves of pleasure strike you when he hits your weak spots perfectly, and more moans seethe out from your pretty lips when he increases his speed.

"Nnngh!! Y/n, baby, you're too tight on me," he whines, but his hips don't stop smacking into your ass. "Fuck, oh fuck....let me see your face."

You allow him to maneuver you onto your back, situating you into the missionary position. His cock slides back inside you with ease with a cry from your mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck while he pounds into you. And in this position, with the sun just about to sink into the horizon, you can make out a hue of purple in his dark eyes. So enchantingly irresistible that it takes another harsh thrust to bring you back into reality.

Geto's pelvis slams into your chasm hard — plugging his dick further into you and hitting your sweet spots with scary precision. Your screams fill the cave with an echo, adding to the ranchy air between your sweaty bodies.

"Ohhh! Hoooh!! Getooo, you feel so good! S' goo—Oh fucking Christ, Ahhhnn!!" He grinds the base of his cock into the entrance of your vulva, scraping your tight, velvety walls to the point of tears rolling down your face.

"You too, princess—Hmmph!!" He groaned, jabbing your cunt where you form incoherent sentences. Head pounding and mind foggy, you lock your legs around his waist, caging him. "Gonna cum, sweetheart?"

"Yesss, yessssss!!" Your response slurs in babbles. You feel it crawling up your bones, goosebumps prickling your skin. "Gonna cummm, cumm—Ahhhhh!!" Unbeknownst to you, Geto snakes a hand down to your clitoris, using his middle and forefinger to swipe and grind on the tender bud. And when he flicks and pinches it, your orgasm is finally granted to you.

Your legs shake and tremble around the black-haired man, gripping his shoulders as the walls around his girth contract around him as you experience your crescendo. With the flutter of your cunt, a few deep thrusts are propelled into you before he removes himself from your embrace, taking out his cock to ejaculate his seed onto your stomach. His come paints your tummy, feeding more to your disheveled appearance.

The two of you look deep into each other's eyes while experiencing the final shocks of your climaxes; heaving bodies eventually calm down and fall back to regular breathing. And when it vanishes altogether, the sun has already submerged below the horizon line.

"Hmmm, well," Geto is the first to break the silence. "That was better than I expected. Thanks for indulging my curiosity."

You shake your head and laugh short-winded. "Glad I washed your expectation." Your smile grows larger when he winks at you.

"Think we should start heading back?"

"Mmmm, yeah. But can we just stay here for a few minutes? Kinda like being in your secret spot."

Geto chuckles while positioning himself to lie next to you. "Sure thing. And don't worry, I won't say a word about this. We're in my secret cave for a reason." He laughs harder when you roll your eyes, his hand finding yours to hold again. This time, you reciprocate.

"Yeah, I'd hope so."

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The pen in your hand stops writing when a sound from behind alerts you of someone's presence. While seated, you turn to see Gojo in a more comfortable change of attire — swapping his trunks for black basketball shorts and his blue Hawaiian shirt for a dark blue zip-up hoodie, although it wasn't zipped at all. He's very much casual with what he wears, especially when guests are in the house...

"Found you~ Itadori has been asking for you, and everyone's gathered around the fire pit outside," he takes a few steps into the guest room where you've been cooped up. However, you turn back to the desk in front of you and continue writing. Aware of your reluctance to look at him, he brings it up.

"Y/n~?" Your brows furrow at his sing-song attitude, relying on annoyance to have you speak with him. "Are you mad at me about something~?" The sigh you let out has to be about the tenth time from this day, shaking your head while sucking your teeth silently. You know what, it's just the two of us in the house...

"Yes, Gojo," your face doesn't leave the diary on the desk, but your hands stop writing. "I am mad at you."

"How come?" He adjusts his dark shades and then jerks at the sudden sound of your pen slamming onto the desk surface. And he's never seen a look that could kill on your pretty face before.

"Why don't you go ask Geto why I'm so mad," your tone isn't entirely furious; if anything, it's calm. But its connotation doesn't go unnoticed by Gojo. "Or better yet, why don't you retell him all about how 'y/n's blowjobs are like this' or how I'm 'so tight it's insane.' Surely that'll refresh some memories, huh?"

The room isn't completely silent, apart from the ticking noises of the clock on the wall by the bed. Gojo stands utterly still — same for you. The only thing that will activate any movement depends on his answer.

"....Ohhh!" He starts off as if a lightbulb just went up. "You mean he told you I told him—"

"Yes." a blunt response stops him from finishing. "I'm not mad about you telling him about what I did on that date. But would it have killed you to use probably another name for me? My friends don't know about you, but imagine my surprise when I found out your best friend's first impression of me is how I bounced on your dick!" It's commendable that he doesn't interrupt you while you speak because you might throw something at him if he did. And you're sure he knows it as well. "Does that give you a better idea as to why I'm mad?"

"Yup, loud and clear..." Now that you two are on the same page, you turn away from him again and return to writing, aware that the tall other is still behind you in the room. Especially when you hear him take a few more steps close to you, it takes everything in your power to not headbutt him when he places his chin on top of your head. This guy and his lack of respect for boundaries...

"Aww, come on, Y/n. I didn't mean to upset you like that." His usually loud voice is hushed for you, as if someone would come up and see the two of you like this. "It's a big surprise for me that I'd ever see you after last time, and I guess I figured I wouldn't. Which is why I told Suguru about you. Sorry about that, honest."

You couldn't focus on writing since he called you by your name, listening to his words and the sincerity they carry. And for a moment, you almost give into his sweet voice. But you held on strong for your dignity. "Apology accepted, but I'm still mad at you."

"Whaaaaat~, what was the point of accepting my apology then!?" You can't lie; it's cute when this tall man complains like a child. His giant hands move to your shoulders, massaging them to ease tension. "I'll make it up to you. You'll be here for a weekend, so let me treat you!"

A brow lifts up to that offer. "Treat me how?"

"I can start by going out there and having a s'more ready for you if you finish up whatever it is you're doing."

Five seconds go by. Ten. You exhale heavily through your nose, but a small smile creeps up on your lips. "Fine."

"Nice!" You roll your eyes when he fist-pumps the air. "By the way, what are you doing?"

Oh shit!! You immediately cover the pages of your diary. "Nothing."

"Is that a diary?" The giddiness in his tone crawls back up, much to your dismay. "Am I in it?"

"No, you're not!" You flip the diary with the pages on the desk surface, hiding the contents entirely. I already wrote about you before, anyway!

"Woah, I saw my name!" You get up from your chair and push Gojo out of the room. "D'aww, Y/n, you're such an angel thinking about me so much that I'm in your diary~."

"Shut up, Gojo! Go make me that s'more already!" You pushed him back out of the room, your face hot from embarrassment. And it gets even hotter when you see the huge grin plastered on his dumb face.

"You know you're cute as hell when you're flustered like this, right, dollface?"

And with that, you slam the door on his face, not caring about the groans of pain that he expresses. Waiting for his footsteps to draw away from the room, you sit back at the desk and groan into your hands for a few seconds. When you feel your composure is confident enough, you grab your pen and finish writing the last statements in your diary.

...Needless to say, being involved with Satoru Gojo undoubtedly has its consequences. I had said I'd love to see him again, but this was not the second meeting that I had in mind...But not gonna lie; it's nice to know that he was thinking about me while I was gone. Can't be mad at that handsome man-child for too long.

As for his friend, he truly is a mysterious person, knowing more about me than I do him. And for him to say that he was interested in me not just by Gojo's account but from seeing and hanging out with me? With what happened a few hours ago...I'll have to keep my guard up with him this weekend.

One thing is for sure, though: this is definitely a beach experience I'll never forget. Oh, Suguru Geto, you made sure of that. And just like your pleasant smile and purple eyes, I'll treasure it deep within my heart.

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The weekend has finally come to an end, the Sunday sun coming down to bid farewell on the beach setting, and you and your friends say goodbye to Shoko and thank her for letting her stay at her beach house along with her friends ("No worries, any friend of Geto and Gojo's is a friend of mine." The older brunette said sipping her juice from a pretty glass. "Stay safe out there.")

The drive home was fun, blasting music from the radio of Nobara's car while feeling the wind from the windows as everyone gets dropped off. The first to go was Megumi, then Yuuji at his grandpa's place. All that was left was you and Nobara, the two of you enjoying the calm drive to your house as the moon watched over your return home.

When she stops at the front of your home, you express your thanks. "Thanks for the ride again, Nobara. Had a great time with you and the guys." But she doesn't respond, just looking at the steering wheel. Concerned, you question her. "Nobara? You okay?"

It's evident the brunette has something parading her thoughts, because she lets out a massive sigh before facing your direction and asks the following question. "Did you go on that blind date with Satoru or Suguru?"

One blink goes by. Two blinks. ".......Huh."

"Don't 'huh' me, Y/n; I know ya heard me!" She smacks the steering wheel in slight exasperation. "Don't make me repeat myself."

You internally groan at the situation you're in. You knew this talk was bound to happen, but God, you just wanted to get in your bed and go to sleep after this very exhausting weekend. Okay, think, Y/n, think!

"...No," you avoid eye contact answering. "No, I did not."

"Are you sure about that?" Of course, the other has more questions. "Because when you told me about your blind date, you said they were tall with their first name starting with an 'S' and their last name a 'G.' And low and behold, we go to the beach, and I'm met with not one, but TWO fairly tall men who both check those boxes. Not to mention that the date was at a diner, and they both just happen to have met you in a diner?"

Oh, for fucks sake, God, please just strike me down right here and now. "What? Am I not supposed to meet people at a diner? Or go on a date in a completely different diner?"

The brown-haired woman furrows her brow before continuing on. "I don't know, you tell me. Those two seemed quite friendly with you all weekend, especially that lanky sheep, Gojo. The way those two looked at you or how oddly close they got. Looks and sounds fishy to me."

You scoff at her observations as they are accurate and are doing a remarkable job of making you nervous right now. "Nobara, many people in this world have those initials. For all you know, I probably went on a date with Selena Gomez or Seth Green. I mean, when you say you're crushing on M.Z., I don't immediately think of Maki Zenin. My mind goes straight to Mark Zuckerberg."

The disgusted look on Nobara's face almost had you laughing on the spot. "Don't play with me, Y/n! And don't you dare disrespect my queen's beauty to the looks of a pale salamander, or I'll smack you. I'm gonna ask again: did you go on a blind date with either of those two?"

"No!" It's amazing how quick you went with a lie. Who could blame you? It was easier than telling the truth, especially with what happened this weekend.

The two of you hold a mini staring competition, Nobara searching for any tale of a lie on your face. But with another sigh, she gives up interrogating and stares at the roof of her car, followed by you leaning back on the passenger seat while your brain does mental gymnastics in victory.

A few seconds of silence goes by before your friend says anything more. "Hmm, that's a bummer." You peer at her with bewilderment painted on your face. "They both looked like they got some good dick."

"Are you fucking serious— You know what, goodnight, Nobara." You don't bother listening to her try to back herself up on her statement, just grabbing for your stuff and closing the passenger door. Ignoring her shouts as you walk to the front door to unlock it and shutting it to finally free yourself from this weekend-long nightmare.

You groan to yourself as you slide down the door. Honestly, fuck this summer...

[madamechrissy]

Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins duhh) abuse to the mc (not by Sugu) possessive sex, cunnilingus, public play, fingering, daddy kink (It's an ANGSTY chap)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your abusive groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 8 - Masterlist

Chapter 9

Suguru’s chocolate eyes are drinking you in as he rubs you against the lace of your panties, making you soaked in moments, and you can barely hold in a cry of pleasure, nor does he hold in a soft moan at how pretty you look, how warm you feel. He smirks just a bit, pressing his finger against the sticky mess your panties quickly become, against the sensitive bud that’s calling for his touch.

Suguru is leaning close, his hands sliding under your panties now, twisting and yanking them to the side, you’re clenching your teeth not to gasp as his fingers now tease your entrance, and he exhales then. He leans close, as his finger tip slides in just the tiniest bit, his breath on your ear.

“Fuck you’re soaked baby.” He murmurs, so quietly only for you, but it does things to you, it makes you even wetter, arching your hips and clinging to his strong arm with your little hands.

“Want you, Sugu.” You whisper back, and you feel the energy in his gaze, biting down harder on your lip as he inserts a finger inside you.

The way he curls it, hitting that spot deep within you, makes you clench around him, desperately trying to keep the noises in. His thumb begins to rub your clit in circles, the pressure building as you inhale sharply, your chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. You can feel that pressure in your core.

His finger is moving in and out of you with ease, and you know you won’t last much longer, not when he’s looking at you like that, his full lips parted, his long dark hair falling just so in front of his handsome face. The little breaths he takes, fuck the way he looks at you, that desire in his gaze…

You feel yourself falling apart, in front of a cabin full of people, who did not notice what was occurring, but it made it even more… thrilling. And Suguru seems to notice, cuddling you closer and sliding two fingers in now, stretching you so deliciously you have to muffle your cry against his neck.

“You like it, the thought of being caught. Don’t you, Princess?” His whisper is driving you insane, that tone behind it… “My innocent girl is getting so slutty for me, hmm?”

Slutty . Not something you’d think he’d call you. But…

Now you’re soaked at it.

You weakly nod, your lips parting in a gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “Only slutty for me, right?”

“Yes, only you.” You manage to whisper back and then you see his jaw clench, as he finds that spongy little spot and presses, and you can hear the wetness even under the blanket, making you so embarrassed. But Suguru keeps on, his own cheeks flushed a dark red, as he watches you.

“I can feel it, let go Princess.” At that you bite your lip so hard you think it may bleed, pulsing around his thick digits, and he’s softly groaning, as you cover his hand in your arousal. “Holy fuck.”

“Y-yeah.” Is all you can mumble, hissing just a bit when he slides his fingers out of your soppy little cunt, and you flush when you see how wet they are. He just licks them though, and that makes your tummy clench in desire, how sexy he looks as he tastes you.

“Better now, love?” You nod, giggling softly, he pulls you against him close, wrapping a protective arm around you.

“So good.”

“You’re naughty.”

“Me!”

“You.” You giggle at that, peeking up at him with glittering eyes, and he gently caresses your face. “So pretty.”

You bury your face against his chest again, inhaling his clean scent, snuggling up against him. “Thank you, Sugu. You’re pretty.”

“Pretty huh?”

“Handsome!”

“Mmm, better. Less nervous?”

“I was less nervous with you the first trip when you held my hand.” You grab his hand then, big and strong, sighing happily.

“I’m glad to hear that. Get a little rest.” He kisses the top of your head, but you don’t need to be told, the orgasm had drained some of your energy already, and Suguru’s steady heartbeat on your chest made you too comfortable.

***

Going back to real life was quite difficult, as you’re in your apartment on your balcony the next morning, sipping coffee. Suguru and you had kissed so many times you lost count as you said goodbye at the airport, and you all realized you were about an hour away from each other, really not very far in the city, but that was very far when he was just by your side.

Sleeping last night had been shit without him, mixed with jet lag, because fuck you miss him, his big arms around you, the hum of his voice as he snuggled close, pulling you against him. Feeling so secure, even knowing that he would protect you, now you feel a little lost and vulnerable.

You think to write him as soon as you wake up, but you don’t want to be too much, too clingy, you already have said you loved him and he had been your first, wouldn’t that be too much you wonder? You don’t want to go into the stereotype of being that girl. But fuck it sucked, not seeing him in the morning, not making breakfast with him.

How did someone get so dear so quickly?

You are watching the passersby below in the busy city as you sip your now cooling coffee, your bare legs propped up on the little table as you lean back in your chair, shutting your eyes for a moment. You wonder how Suguru is doing but also if he will even call or text. What if he had gotten what he needed, what if Mahito was right, that no one would want you-

Fuck. Stop that.

You shake your head and your phone blings on the table, vibrating and shaking around, so you snatch it up and exhale when you see it, his name. Suguru is calling you!?

“Hey!” You try to sound calm, but it comes out in a squeak.

“Ugh, I missed you last night.” He murmurs, and you feel tears prick your eyes, of emotion and relief in equal parts.

“Oh my god, me too. I didn’t wanna seem…”

“Clingy? You’re not. Maybe I am.” You giggle and he laughs a bit, and your heart just aches.

“I’ve never talked to you on the phone! You sound so sexy.” You murmur, and his chuckle is deep, you can feel it rush through you.

“Do I now?”

“Mmhmm. I miss you already.” You shut your eyes, struggling not to say too much to him.

“I miss you already. Why don’t you come out this weekend to my place? I’ll take you out and… give you a tour.” Your heart falters, as you picture yourself in Suguru’s place. What does it look like!?

“I’d love to see your place. I am so curious where you live. I wonder about what your bed looks like, you know.” You’re errantly brushing your fingertips down your thigh up and down.

“I bet you are. Don’t worry, I’ll show you Princess. I need to know if you’ll find it comfy while your head is pressed into my mattress.” At the purr of words and the images that flit through your mind, a whine escapes from the back of your throat. Suguru moans just ever so softly. “Fuck, that noise you make…”

“Need you. Ugh.” You rub your hand down your face. “Wish we weren’t having to be so crazy busy getting our shit together at work.”

“Just a couple days, love. I’ll plan something really good for you. Promise.”

“I’d like to do anything, even watch a movie. You don’t have to take me somewhere fancy, you know. I work in a fancy place. Ooh you should come to the gallery for this event next week! It’s a big one for me. Plus you could meet Maki, Yuuta, mom…”

“I’d love to, sounds like a plan. Okay I’m walking into work now, I’m just a text away okay?”

“Same for me. Um… hope you have a good day.”

“You alright? Sound… sad, Princess.”

“I’m not, promise. I’m about to get ready to head to work myself. Wish our workplaces weren’t an hour away in the opposite directions.”

“I know, but hey if you want me to come out or anything before, you only have to ask me. I’ll fit it in.”

“No, no get your work together first. I’ll be here.”

He’s silent for a moment. “I don’t know how to hang up. It’s like high school when you just say ‘you hang up’ till you fall asleep.”

You’re biting your thumb, blushing now, feeling so giddy. “I know what you mean. So… you hang up, Sugu.”

“No, you Princess.”

“You!”

“Nope.”

You both laugh, then you sigh. “I hope you have a good day and I miss you already.”

“I hope you have a good day too. And I miss you already.”

“Wow, corny! You in love Sugu!?” You hear in the background, and Suguru grimaces, making you laugh into your hand.

“And that’s Satoru.” He grumbles.

“Oh your best friend! Tell him I say hi.”

“She says hi, idiot.”

“Hey there, Sugu’s girlie! The Island babe.”

“The Island babe, huh?”

“When are we meeting you!?”

You smile at that. “Hopefully soon. I’m excited to meet you guys!”

“Definitely soon. All right love, let me get to work in this shitshow I have left behind. Bye Princess.”

“Bye, Sugu.” You hang up then, and for some reason, you’re emotional, and you can’t pinpoint it. You’re so happy but…

Something is looming over you.

***

Two days later

You’re back in your art gallery, the one place you feel so comfortable in. You’ve always loved art, you went to school for it, you just adore collecting it, you even dabble in painting. You used to paint so much but Mahito had brought you down, and now you wonder if you’ll pick up a brush again.

The walls are white, crisp and clean, and the lights are just right, showcasing the art pieces in their full glory. Your heels click along the hardwood floors as you say hello to your pieces. Yeah you’re a little weird, sure, but they all speak to you in their own ways.

The walls are lined with various art pieces, some are big, bold strokes of color that scream to be heard, others are softer, whispering sweet nothings that you need to lean in to understand. But each speaks to you in their own way, and they always have, even when you were younger and would hold your mom’s hand in the museums, fawning over everything.

It’s your place of solace, where you can be you without worrying about what anyone else thinks. Your workers are all amazing, and it’s always quiet and peaceful, even when dumbass Mahito would come, you would never let him disturb this peace for you, not really. No matter what he had to say.

As you walk through the gallery, you can’t help but remember the first piece you ever bought, it was a little watercolor of a lone tree from a painter on the side of the road. It didn’t cost much, but it meant the world to you, and you still have it here, in the middle of much more splendid things, right next to a little painting you have done, further in the gallery in a little room.

The art changes every month, rotating as different galleries share different pieces, as you have exhibits of certain painters, and you get so excited to pick out the new pieces. You put a lot into this, and it’s a reason it’s so successful, considering it was such a pipe dream. Gosh you can’t wait for Suguru to see this.

But as you stand there, lost in thought, you feel your heart clench in your chest, feel something odd…

You turn and gasp, as the feeling presents itself in the form of Mahito, who is standing there with cold blue eyes, grinning at you. Fuck, you can’t even handle this honestly, handle seeing this… monster. He’s wearing his casual jeans and hoodie, hands in his pockets, looking like some innocent little sweetheart. Mojito looks insanely young, even younger than his twenty six years.

But he was…

“Hello, Sweetheart.” He says, and you freeze, feeling your stomach drop to your knees. “How was your vacation?”

You swallow thickly, and he smirks, knowing he’s got you on edge. “What. The. Fuck. What the fuck are you doing here, Mahito!?"

He takes a step closer, and you can smell his cologne, the same one you had bought him, and it makes you sick. Everything about this man makes your stomach fill with nausea, your throat with bile. He is too close now, and you step back, only for him to step forward once more.

“Is that how you greet your loving Fiance?” He sneers, his smile never reaching his cold eyes, ones that send shivers down your spine.

You feel the anger bubble up inside of you, but you bite your tongue, trying to keep it together, to not give him so much satisfaction. “You’re so not my Fiance. What the fuck do you want?”

Mahito laughs, a harsh sound that echoes through the empty corridor of the gallery. He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your neck where Suguru’s hickey is hidden by your hair. He leans in, his breath hot on your face, and you itch to smack him. “I want what’s mine. And you are mine. Not his."

You scoff at that, rolling your eyes, then when he brushes your hair back you smack his hand. "Not yours at all, you gave that up. And thank god you did."

“The fuck is this!?” He sees it, the marks down your neck, and you just smirk at him, but then he grabs you by your hair, pulling, and you feel fear rush through you. Mojito had been emotionally abusive but not physically, this just adds another layer of hatred and fright.

“None of your business, don’t touch me.” You say through gritted teeth, snatching him by his wrist, and he’s just glaring down at that mark. “I’m not yours.”

"You're such a stupid little slut. You think he’ll stay with you? He's used you now, got what he wanted.”

“No he won’t. You have no clue who he is.”

Mahito grips tighter, making you wince in pain in the quiet gallery, your fingers just itch to call Suguru. But fuck… how could you bring him into this? How could you even tell him!? Was Mahito…

No he’s not right.

“He’ll get tired of you, and when he does, you’ll come running back to me, begging for forgiveness. And I’ll take you back, because I'm generous." His hand snakes around your neck, his grip tightening, and he’s starting to choke you now. You try to push him away, but he’s stronger, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving bruises that will surely show tomorrow.

"Get your hands off me!" You snarl, but he just laughs, his grip tightening.

“You actually look sort of pretty with my hands around your neck, finally you actually look appealing. Is this all I needed?” He’s whispering the words, against your lips, and you then kick him hard in the knee, making him let you go. You shove him, but he’s got you back in his grip quickly. “I was always so fucking nice to you.”

“You left me at the altar, how the fuck do you think you’re allowed to come here, to come near me!?” You’re sucking in a breath, as his hands slide down your tummy, pressing in harshly, his fingers digging into your hips. True panic sets in now, knowing you’re just alone with this unhinged man.

“You knew I’d come back, I always do.” He cooes, his voice sickeningly sweet, and you’re shaking your head. “I always take you when no one else wants you. Couldn’t you just let me have my fun? You knew I’d come back for this mouth.”

His thumb brushes down your lower lip, you bite his finger and his grip tightens, growling in your ear. “Go the fuck home. Don’t come here again. If no one wants me why do you huh!?”

“Because I see the beauty deep down. Even if you’re ugly, even if you’ve got a fat ass, even if you’re just not smart enough, I see it. Only I ever will, too, you know that right?” You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Ah, no, don’t cry, darling. It’s not pretty on you."

"Let me go." You whisper, feeling the fear and anger coil together in your stomach. Mahito's grin widens as he watches the tears stream down your face, his words cutting deeper than any knife could. He's always had a knack for finding your weak spots and exploiting them, leaving you feeling worthless and desperate.

You try to focus on Suguru’s words, but as his fingers tighten around your wrists, and you try to pull away, you struggle to have any sense of worth. He’d beat you down so goddamn long that it’s torn apart your soul, and not even Suguru Geto could truly fix all this damage. You are too damaged.

“Mahito let me move on. If I’m ugly and this and that, why bother? Just be with that girl you came to the wedding with.”

“Aw, honey is that the problem? Too honest with you? Should I fill you with delusions just to fuck you? Well no. I’m so much better than that. That’s what he did, hmm, to fuck you?”

“You don’t know shit. Let me go.” But he's not letting go, not yet. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

"You know I'm right, don't you?" he whispers, his voice dripping with malice. "You're just a sad little girl with daddy issues.” At that you let out a choked sob, and he’s just cooing in your ear, making you so disgusted. “Aw sweetheart. I’ll take care of you, did I need to touch you just a little more?”

“No, no. No… don’t.” You shift in his tight hold, as he slides his hands down your body, and you’re trembling in fear. “Don’t touch me.”

“But that’s why you’re moving on, right? He touches you and makes you even dumber than you are. Well I can do that. I usually save it for other girls, but I feel so sorry for you… I’ll make an exception.” He’s slid his hand down your skirt now, and you’re panting as you wriggle in his grip, as he cups you between your thighs. “Need me to touch you here?”

“Get the fuck out.” You finally get out of his grip, shoving at him, smacking at him, but he laughs, like he’s enjoying it, gripping your delicate wrists so tightly that you feel your bones creak.

“I'm the only one who can fix you, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll take this pussy back, even if it’s not as good.”

“Don’t ever touch me again. I’ll call the cops on you, or better yet, I’ll let Suguru beat your fucking ass.”

He laughs maniacally, throwing his head back in a giggle. “Oh will you now? Love to see you try.”

“Get out. Get out!” You’re punching him now, he just lets you, grinning down at you like this is what he wanted.

“You’re such a mess. Who would want you? Even your dad didn’t. And he won’t when he sees the real you. Remember that.”

“Go away. Just go.” You’re just covering your face, backing against the wall, sobbing into your hands.

You are pathetic.

You can’t even stand up for yourself right.

“If you tell him, he’ll just leave you. Who wants someone like you? Though I do wonder if that cunt is decent. I’ll find out and let you know.”

“You’ll never.”

“I will. You’ll come begging. You always do.” He yanks your hands down, laughing at you. “What a mess you are.”

“Go, and don’t come back. Ever.” You speak between sobs, sniffling and struggling to catch a breath, and he leans close, kissing you then. You bite his lip as hard as you can, shoving at him, and he smacks you hard on the cheek then, stinging and burning.

“You’re lucky we’re here and not home. I’d make you get down on your knees and choke on me for that.” He whispers, menacing, still with that toothy grin, but you just look away, and finally, finally , he fucking leaves.

You’re left alone, hugging yourself, sinking to the cold hardwood floor beneath you now. You feel disgusting, violated… wrong. And also, devastated at his words, at the possible truth. Suguru didn’t say he loved you, and you don’t mind that, but was it because you’re not worthy of love?

You would see Suguru tomorrow and you were so scared to face him, even as badly as you miss him, the thought of losing him hurts so much.

You just sit and cry in despair.

***

“Princess… what… what the fuck?” Suguru scowls when he sees your face, when he sees your throat, on the day that he comes to pick you up to bring you to his place for the weekend.

You never told him, how could you burden him with it? And how pathetic were you to let it happen. You just stand there, silently, as he’s outside of your apartment building, standing right beside his sleek black sports car. He’s clutching your shoulders tightly, shaking you, as you just stare at him sullenly.

“I um… hey, Sugu. I missed you.” You murmur, but he’s glaring now, touching your cheek gingerly, there was a scratch from Mahito’s ring as he’d smacked you. He then touches your throat, where there are clear purple marks where his fingers had dug in.

“Care to fucking explain this!?” His voice is dark, angry, and desperate, as he then looks at your wrists, growling practically. “What the fuck!”

You look down and notice the purple bruising. “I umm… well, I guess I had a run in.”

“A fucking run in!?” You just nod, on the brink of tears, glittering eyes looking up at the man you miss, the man you love, the one too good for you.

“I missed you so much. Can you please… hug me?” You ask, brokenly then, and he exhales, pulling you against his strong body, his chest so warm where your cheek rests, and you fall into him greedily. You cling to him, sobbing then, everything you have held together falling apart in his arms. “Oh thank you, Sugu. Thank you.”

“Princess please… just tell me what happened.” His voice is choked up, and you struggle to sniffle up some of the tears you’re crying on Suguru’s black dress shirt, blinking as you look up at his handsome face in the setting light of the sun.

“Mahito came to the gallery yesterday.” You whisper, and you feel him tense, his arms squeezing you for a moment before he realizes.

“He. What. Now.” He says through gritted teeth, eyes dilated and dark as he looks at your bruised face.

“He came and said… nasty things. Mean horrible things. Um… then he grabbed me. And smacked me. But…”

“But what, why didn’t you call the cops!? Or me .”

“I was too afraid. Especially to call you. I don’t wanna ruin this.”

“You keep saying that, but what would ruin this is you not telling me. Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me?” He demands, and you back away a bit then, looking down and swiping your tears.

“I fucked it up. I’ll just…” You turn to leave, and Suguru curses, snatching you gently by your hand.

“I said that wrong. I’m sorry, I’m just so angry. How could he hurt you? I want to fucking kill him.” You just stay, turned away, and he presses your back gently against his body. “Princess…”

“I don’t want to be too much. A burden to you or something. I know I already say too much.”

“What? You’re no such thing. I missed you so much. In my arms. Princess…” He turns your face to look at him, and kisses your lips intensely, and you meet him, falling into his embrace. “You don’t say too much, you never could.“

Your heart is racing, as desire hits you, as the love you have grows, but also as the fear eats at you. “Suguru, I need you.”

“I need to kill this motherfucker. Can I?” His hands grip you tight, and you exhale, shutting your eyes.

“I finally feel safe.” You murmur, and he turns you then, pulling you against his chest and leaning down.

“If you called me I’d have come. I would have done anything to keep you safe. You have to let me though.” His hands cup your face, as you see emotion in his eyes, eyes that keep looking at the marks on your skin. “You have to trust me.”

“I do, Sugu. But I’m scared to bring this on you, maybe I’m just too damaged for someone like you.”

His brows draw together. “Too damaged, that’s him talking right now, the shit he put in your head, that’s not you.”

“But it is me, Sugu, he’s damaged me. And he may not let me go. How can I bring this to you!? Your perfect life, your happy life, I won’t do it. It kills me but I just can’t bring you in.” You back away now and he scowls.

“Sounds like you’re pushing me away.”

“I am. I have to. Even this idea? This beautiful idea of being in love with you? It’s fucking stupid, Sugu. It was a paradise and it was the best time of my life, but I forgot how fucked I am. I can’t ruin your life. I love you too much.”

He’s blinking rapidly then, as the cars drive by behind you two, as his breaths make his chest heave up and down, his eyes going even darker. “Now that sounds like you’re breaking up with me.”

Your heart falters, so badly you clutch it, and tears stream down your face. “I’m not good enough. I never will be.”

“Will you let me make that decision!? Or one run in and you just give up. After all this progress!” He’s shouting now, and you tense a bit at it. He sighs, running his hands through his long locks. “You’re more than good enough.”

“I love you so much, I never won’t. I’ll always remember how good you made me feel, fuck it’s the only thing holding me together. But please, just let me do this, let me do the right thing.”

“The right thing is running away from something good? For what? To be alone and afraid of him?”

“Look at me. I’m a fucking mess Suguru.”

“No, you’re fucking beautiful. ” He whispers those words, as he’s holding your face in his big hands again, and your knees get weak.

“I love you.” You whisper, and he smashes his lips down on yours, kissing your salty tears away, pulling you against his hard body.

“Fuck my place. We’ll go to yours for now. You’re not getting rid of me.” He murmurs, and you’re smiling through your tears now, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to have to push you away. But are you sure, you wanna deal with the mess that is me?” He sighs, shaking his head and picking you up, your feet dangling off the ground.

“Don’t say you’ll leave again. Please.” You hear the pain in his husky voice, and you wrap tightly around him.

���I’ll never say it again. I just let him get me. Suguru I wanted to call you so fucking badly.”

“You should have. Baby I’m here for you. You’re so important.” You’re letting him carry you, as you kiss him, as people in the halls smile or look curiously. “Where’s your apartment?”

“Number 117.” You whisper, as he just carries you through the halls, into the elevator, and you look at him, at the gorgeous man you love. “Suguru I’m so sorry, I should have called.”

“You should have. Please, don’t do this again. Let me take care of you, okay?” You nod, eagerly, and he’s pressing against you intimately now, against the elevator wall, kissing down your neck. “I’ll kill him for marking you. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” He slams his lips back on yours, and you moan eagerly, even as the elevator dings and people walk in, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Suguru has your legs on his hips, peeking up only to find your place.

“Keys, Princess.”

“In my pocket.” He reaches in, and you shiver as you feel his touch, then he’s hastily unlocking your door, and soon you both are a mess, yanking shoes off, clothes off, lips never separating longer than a moment.

“I need you, now.” He murmurs, brushing your hair back, and you just nod, eagerly, leading him to your bed then. He’s got you lifted and pressing your back into it before you can think, kissing you, his hands trailing down your curves.

“I missed you. I missed your touch too, oh so much. Only four days and it killed me.” You say softly, and he groans, nodding, his hot breath on your collar bone as he trails kisses.

“It killed me too. I was so worried and didn’t know why. Fuck you taste so good, you feel so good.” He’s sliding his hand down to touch you, and you tense then. “What Princess?”

“Have to tell you. It’ll kill the mood.” Suguru leans up, looking down at you seriously. “He tried to touch me.”

“He what !?”

“Y-yeah. Um over clothes though. But… I can’t not tell you, I shouldn’t have even waited. Am I horrible?”

“No, you’re not at all. Just scared, clearly.” He exhales, trying to calm down, his hands shaking now against your skin. “I’ll deal with him. Do you trust me?”

“I do, I just don’t want you in trouble because of me.”

“I won’t get in trouble.” He smirks a bit then, and you suck in a breath at how charming he looks. “You’re mine, all mine. No one can touch you.”

“I only want you forever. I know that’s wild to say but it’s true. You’re my first and only.” He’s touching you again, fingers finding you hot and slick, and he groans then, putting them in his mouth now, sucking you off his fingers.

“Fuck I missed tasting you, so fucking yummy.” He’s kissing you, and you lick yourself off his full lips, as he grips your hips, pulling them up. “Let me take care of you. Yeah Princess?”

“Yes, please, please.” He’s kissing down your body slowly, until he reaches your core, sliding his tongue up your slit, watching you, and you start falling apart with his tongue on you, when it hits your little clit. “Ah, Sugu!”

He’s moaning as he drinks you up, gripping your thighs, and you’re pulling at his long silky hair, pushing your hips up for more. His moans vibrate your clit as he sucks it into his mouth, and you’re soaking his face as he brings you higher and higher. Your back arches, head pressing into your bed as he’s devouring your little cunt, until you shatter.

“Sugu! Mnh… s’good I- cumming!” You scream out, and he lavishes your clit with quick flicks, as you’re pulsing around nothing, wetness gushing out of your entrance. He drinks you clean, then slides up, lifting your thigh over his arm, kissing you again.

“Good girl, letting me take care of you.” He murmurs on your lips, and you just whine, hips bucking up to brush against his hard cock, making him groan.

“Please. Please. Need you.” You whine out, and he’s shoving inside you then, you gasp at the stretch, as his thick head bullies its way past your tight walls, and then he’s fully in, so deep, on your cervix, and you cry out. He’s gripping you, groaning out, head resting on yours.

“Oh my fucking god. You feel so perfect.” His voice is clipped, as he pulls out and shoves back in your little cunt, stretching you so good you can barely handle it. You cling to him as he begins to fuck into you, looking down into your eyes.

“L-love you. Love you. Can’t help it, s’sorry…” He exhales, pressing his curved cock up, rubbing that spot, and lifting your hips to push so deep it’s painful, but it’s so, so fucking good, you’re close to cumming again.

“I love you too. So much.” He says then, and you gasp, tensing up and tightening around his length, making him hiss, hands gripping so tightly on your thighs you wince a bit, and you’re blinking, in shock.

“Wh-what!?” He presses against your cervix, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down against you, making you scream, as he’s groaning from the back of his throat, watching you intently.

“I love you, Princess. I can’t lose you. Please.” You hear it, the vulnerability then, and it brings you to tears.

“You do!?”

He smiles then, nodding, kissing your forehead and rocking back into your sopping wet pussy. “I do, I do. Fuck you feel so good.”

“I love you, Sugu. I love you. Ohmygod mnh!” He’s thrusting into you rapidly now, fucking you into the bed, and pressing your legs up, and his eyes are blown out, honeyed rings that stare right at you as your thighs are on your breasts, as he’s so deep you can’t take it.

“And I love you, Princess. Love your little cries. Your body. Love you.” His words are husky, his strokes erratic, and you’re crying so much he has to wipe your tears. “You’re so beautiful. Cum around me, baby lemme feel you.”

You fall apart as if on command, as his weight presses against you, as you can hear how wet you are in the little room, as he pounds into your pussy, harder, but he holds back a bit. You whine.

“Fuck me hard, s’okay. S’okay.” He’s kissing you, sloppy, tongues and teeth and lips bumping.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, Princess. You sure?” You nod, and he brushes your hair back, then leans back, pressing his hands on your thighs, all the way, smushing your breasts, then he’s pounding you, and you start to lose your sense, nothing but how fucking good he feels, how sexy he is, how good that stretch is.

He goes so hard with you, like he never has, spreading your thighs even further as he watches his cock disappear into your little cunt, over and over, groaning as he watches your puffy lips suck you in. You’re screaming out as you are closer and closer, your tummy clenching, every inch of your skin on fire, as the sound of his skin smacking with each thrust fills the room.

“D-d-daddy…” You cry out then, and he groans, impossibly harder, leaning forward and shoving his cock in so deep you see stars.

“You like daddy - ha- wrecking this perfect pussy?” You nod, whining, and he’s gripping the headboard above you, rolling his hips, and your hand trails down his abdomen, watching that eight pack tense, and you’re cumming again, squirting wetness down his cock, down your ass, everywhere.

“Y-yes… yes, daddy please.” You whine out, and he uses his free hand to squeeze your breasts then, making you whine in more pleasure, seeing stars as his tip keeps rubbing that damn spot.

“Be a good girl for me, would you baby?”

“Anything, anything.”

He leans all the way down now, his lips just a breath away from you now, and your eyes lock, and you love him so much it takes everything in you, takes your breath away. “Then why don’t you let me put a baby in you?”

You gasp at his words, the vivid imagery hitting your stupid brain, and then eagerly nod, as his rhythm slows, as you feel him thickening inside you. “Put one in me, Sugu. Fuck, put two in me.”

He loses it then, one hand firm on your back thigh, the other cupping your face, so delicate like he’s not railing the fuck out of you. The duality kills you, his words, his looks, his intent…

“Two babies in you. Take all this cum for me. Yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can do it- fuck! Ngh!” He groans then, as you cry out, and he’s filling you, so much cum it’s ridiculous, laying on your thighs now and kissing you, desperately.

“Good girl… take every drop, baby.” You nod, drinking in his moans as he does yours, as he pumps you full of hot ropes of cum, and it’s so warm as it fills you, you cum again, and it’s just getting pushed all around his length, sliding down every ridge and vein of his cock. “Oh my fucking… Princess . Holy fuck.”

“Oh… Sugu… you’re so… mnh!” You’re trembling as he eases your thighs down, still buried in you, and he’s got his forehead on yours, exhaling, sweat dripping off his chest onto your breasts. You rub up and down his back, feeling every muscle, kissing him deeply, tasting him.

“I want to put so many babies in you.” He whispers, and you tremble, as you feel the aftershocks of your climax, feeling his cock pulse more in you.

“I want you to put babies in me. Fill me up so much.” He groans again.

“Why are you so perfect? So beautiful. Drive me fucking insane.” He’s easing out, looking down at your pussy, watching his cum and yours pour out of it. “Love watching this cum pour out of your perfect pussy.”

“You’re too hot, stop. I’ll cum again.” He laughs a bit then, fingering the mess he’d made in you, and you whine at the touch.

“So easy, Princess?”

“Very easy for you, Sugu. Daddy .” He smirks, and you giggle then, until the tears start back up. He frowns.

“Are you okay? Was that too much after… fuck am I inconsiderate?”

“No, no. I’m just so fucking happy. It’s a happy cry.”

“It’s hard to tell, baby.” You giggle, and he pulls you up, holding you in his arms, as you cry happily against his strong neck. “You cry so much.”

“I know, I’m a mess.”

“My mess. Beautiful mess. I’ll put you back together.”

“Oh, Sugu. Fucking love you.” You lean up, kissing him, and he pulls you against his naked body, his big hands stroking your back so gently. “I can’t believe you said it back, I thought I was dreaming.”

“I should have said it sooner.” He’s running little circles against your skin, making every sense heighten, as you gaze up into the eyes you love. “I was afraid to hurt you, if this doesn’t work out. But now I see I hurt you by not saying it.”

“No, no! You never hurt me, Sugu, I swear. I didn’t expect it back.”

“Yeah, because you don’t love yourself enough to think I do.” At that you pause, sucking in a breath, and he curses. “Fuck, harsh…”

“Yeah, harsh… but true. It’s true. I don’t love myself enough.”

“I’ll love you enough for you, too.”

“I’m never gonna stop crying if you say shit like that!”

“Luckily you’re so hot crying.” You giggle then, even though his words tear at every fiber of your being, even though your heart is ripped out of your chest with how much you adore him. “And even hotter smiling.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. Fuck, I needed you so bad. I was just so frightened and he was saying the meanest, nastiest things. And Sugu… I felt he was right. Even after you’ve done so much. Am I ungrateful!? Am I just-”

“Stop it, now.” He puts a finger on your lips, and you sigh, nodding, as he trails that finger down your mouth slowly. “You’re just hurt by him. He needs to be dealt with, you understand? Or this will happen again. And clearly he’s getting…” He scowls at your neck. “Physical.”

“Dealt with how? Like should I get some restraining order?”

“Princess…”

“Yes, Sugu? I mean… Yes, daddy?”

He’s serious though. “I need to know where he lives.”

“Where he… oh no, you-”

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m gonna fill you with so much cum you’ll be dripping for days.” He says, husky, as he pulls you onto his lap. “But I need to know for tomorrow, because I’ll be paying him a visit.”

“But I don’t want to cause drama!”

“Listen to me.” He cups your face with one hand, while the other is gripping your ass cheek, and he’s pressing you against him, making you wetter, you’re already dripping with both of your cum. He’s biting his lower lip. “Fuck it’s hard to think. What was I saying?”

“You wanna kill Mahito.” He scowls.

“Don’t like that name on those pretty lips.” You melt, grinding on his cock again, and watching him tremble, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re distracting me.”

“No, I just missed this cock. The only one that’s been inside my pussy. The only one I ever want.” He groans, sucking on your breasts now, as you’re sliding his cock between your slick lips, grazing your clit and making you whimper. “The only hands I want touching me are on my hips. The only lips I want are kissing my breasts.”

“Distraction game strong.” He says huskily, holding your hips then, and you just giggle, breathless, as his chocolate eyes hit yours again. “Ah-ah.”

“No, daddy, why not? Don’t wanna fuck me again?” You pout, and he sighs, hands gripping so tight you can’t move.

“You know I do. But promise me, you’ll tell me tomorrow.”

“You’ll kill him and get in trouble!

“No, I won’t. Promise. Just gonna meet him.” You sigh then, nodding, and he pulls you back close to him, devouring your tits, moaning as you slide on his cock again and again, until you’re close from just that. “Oh my fucking…”

“Cumming, cumming!” You’re breathless, and then he’s shoved back inside of you, and you’re rocking up and down his length, clinging to his shoulders, whining out as you’re soaking him.

“So fucking wet, so pretty cumming for me. Good girl.” He encourages you, lifting you and slamming you down then. “Riding my cock so good.”

“Love you, love you.” Is all you manage, and he’s sucking on your neck, making your head loll to the side, as he bites down, and you’re unable to even move, blinded by pleasure when he’s sucking that spot, shoving up into you again.

His lips smack with a pop as he pulls away, inhaling sharply while you pulse around him. “I’ll protect… you… promise. Baby, promise.”

“I know, I know. I know. Sugu…” You’re crying into his kiss, as you all devour each other, and you all are coming apart together, as he’s filling you more and more, as you’re just slumped on him now, and he’s got to move you. “K-keep me safe, please… please… stay.”

“I’m staying, Princess… f-fuck you feel so- Princess. I’ll stay.”

“Please, please. Please.” He’s kissing as he releases inside of you, filling you up again, as you’re spasming on top of him, as his big hands take over every part of your body. Until you’re both spent, just grinding, mindless, you’re cock drunk and he’s pussy drunk, and your eyes lock in the night, your lips parted.

“I’ll keep you safe, love. I will. Just let me.” He says pleadingly, emotion heavy in your voice, you nod, eagerly, wrapping him tight, burying your face in his neck.

“I’ll let you. I’m so sorry… I… I’ll always tell you everything. I swear it, Suguru, I won’t give up.”

“You better not, Princess. You’re mine now.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours.” You both fall into each other again, and you can’t believe you almost let this go, almost let Mahito ruin this. You know you can never let this happen again, you will do anything to keep this.

As you’re laying in his arms later, spent and exhausted, he’s just holding you so close now, and you’ve never felt better. Suguru Geto loves you, he loves you so much, and you love him. More than anything. You’re in his strong arms, and he’s holding you so close, and you feel so safe.

“I love you, Princess. I’ll handle this.” You look back at him, his handsome face, so stern now as he stares at you so lovingly. You’re trembling in his hold then. “I’ll never let him touch you again.”

Chapter 10

Ao3 chap https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/148213669

[bbrissonn]

moldy w a gf who also plays a sport at michigan. i’m just gonna say volleyball cause that’s why i play but he’s like her biggest cheerleader and yelling at anyone who dares to say anything negative abt her OR her team

nick would be like your number one cheerleader. like it's always been your best friend, but even she's shocked at how crazy he goes during games.

warnings: not proofread

under the cut !

"let's go, baby!" nick yelled from his spot in the stands, fully decked out in maize, making it so much easier to for you to spot him. he was finally successful in convincing some of his friends to come with him to your game, and it was safe to say they were shocked at how he was acting.

"moldy, dude, calm down." luca laughed from next to him, some of the other boys nodding along. at the same moment, you hit your serve, the other team unable to get their body behind the ball, giving your team the point. this made your boyfriend stand up from his spot, yelling loudly.

"good job, babe!" he yelled out, clapping his hands with a wide smile. "let me cheer on my girl in peace, would you?" nick mumbled harshly, before once again yelling out encouragements for you.

"think people in ohio can hear you, bud."

"oh, speaking of ohio. im going down there next week for her game, any of you wanna come with?" he asked like it was nothing, his eyes staying focused on you.

"bro, you're insane."

~

once the game was over, all of the boys went home, expect for luca since nick forced him to stay. they were currently waiting for you outside, enjoying the warm weather before winter took over the town.

"luca?"

"mh?"

"do you... do you think i'm like, too intense?" nick wondered. he personally thought he was just being a supportive boyfriend, but after his friend's comments, he wasn't so sure anymore.

"what do you mean?"

"like during y/n's game. am i too much?" his question made the older boy a bit before placing one of his hands on nick's shoulder.

"you want her to thrive in what she does. i am yeah, you were a little loud. but you're happy when you're watching her, that's all that really matter, you know. don't let the guys get to your head." the defenseman spoke. before nick had time to respond, you walked out, rushing into your boyfriend's arms.

"you did amazing, baby. i am so proud of you." the boy mumbled in your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

"always do well when my fav cheerleader is in the building, nicky."

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Hi, are there any recommendations you have for me for my writing process? My process is extremely long because I keep getting stuck. Got an idea for a conflict, okay. Stuck on fleshing that out. Eventually done. Stuck on my characters, who they are, and their roles. Finally get that done. But now I need to figure out backstory. Stuck. Figure out the plotline/solution to the conflict. Stuck. It's MONTHS between these steps of writing a story. I'm on the verge of giving up...

Slow and Clunky Writing Process

Please don't give up. The world needs the stories only you can tell. ♥

There is so much information out there about plot, story structure, conflict, goals, outlining, backstory, plot points, pacing, theme, character arc... blah, blah, blah... it can get incredibly overwhelming, especially if you can't seem to get to point of actually writing the story.

Having said that, I think it's so, soooo important to know that you don't actually have to worry so much about that stuff at the beginning.

The truth of the matter is, your first stories are probably not going to be the stories you publish. That doesn't mean you can't publish them, it's just that most of us will write two or three, maybe four or five stories before we write one that's good enough to share. As a result, what typically happens is you get a little bit better at all of those things (conflict, pacing, character arc, etc.) with every story you write. Keep learning about those things as you go, and try your best to incorporate them into each story, but you shouldn't be looking for a level of perfection that they hold you back.

Think of it like this: if you decided you wanted to build your own home, you wouldn't read a bunch of blog posts and books about home construction, maybe take a workshop or two, and then start building, expecting to build a house you could actually live in. Instead, you'd probably start by building some smaller structures... maybe a dog house, a patio with pergola, maybe help a friend split a big room in their house into two rooms. You'd take on smaller projects to put your budding skills to use and practice them. Then, when you got really good at everything, you might be ready to build your house.

Writing is the same way. You can't take all of that information and pour it into a perfect, flawless story in one go round. It's too hard, too overwhelming, and you never get a chance to actually hone your budding skills.

So, start by just writing the stories you want to write... just for fun... just to practice your skills. Don't worry if your conflict isn't perfectly fleshed out. Don't worry if your pacing is wonky or your character arc is unsatisfactory. Focus first on just writing the story. Then, you can hone your revision skills by trying to improve those things once the first draft is complete. Put the story through two or three revisions, and you're really sharpening those skills. When you go to write and revise the next story, it's going to be a little bit easier.

You'll know when you get to a point where you've written something that's publishable. You'll still need to do two or three revisions to get it where it needs to be, but the whole process will be much easier.

And one last thing: don't worry about backstory unless it's critical for helping the reader understand the world of the story, the conflict, or who the character is/why they do what they do. ♥

Happy writing! I promise it gets easier!!!

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 ⸻ nsfw.

chigiri hyoma × fem!reader

keynotes ⸻ dom chigiri hyoma. clit rubbing. fingering. dirty talk. praise. squirting. aftercare. wherein your boyfriend catches you reading smut.

venus' note ⸻ he's so beautiful. pretty pretty princess has a place in my heart <33 i'm also in love with him.

'RELAX, BABY. LET ME DO ALL THE WORK.' She shudders as his voice—as deep and raspy as the ocean that crashes against the sandy shores—whisper against the shell of her ear.

You feel a slight heat building between your legs as your eyes rapidly consume the words printed on the book's pages, biting your lip a little in need.

His hands are wandering, like a sailor floating on the sea, and discovering every part of her body. She feels it as his slender finger touches the valley between her hip, sliding against the hardened, slick nub carefully as if he was afraid the might break her—touching it delicately like a wet flower's bud and feeling its softness rub against his fingers. A soft moan leaves her—

"What are you reading?" Your heart drops beneath your chest as your boyfriend's voice suddenly spills into the room's initial empty silence. You shut your book immediately and look at your boyfriend who was standing behind you.

He had his brow raised and his arms crossed, but with the way you see the slight quirk at the corner of his lips, you know that he knows what you were reading.

"So?" He chuckles, glancing down at the book in your hands before snatching it quickly. You try to retrieve the book desperately but he pulls it away from your reach. He opens the page you were on earlier and began reading it softly, mumbling the words under his breath with his eyes concentrated on the page. And with each word that rolls smoothly out of his lips, you bite your lip harder in embarrassment.

"Do you like how my fingers feel, baby? You're so fucking wet." Your boyfriend glances up at you while reading the line, his voice dipping down teasingly.

"H-Hyoma—" You stutter, listening to his low voice reading the erotic dialogues.

He tears his eyes away from the book to look at you properly. "You like this stuff?" He closes the book momentarily with his finger inserted between the pages to mark where he was previously reading. "It's... well, something"

"Hyoma!" You hit his shoulder lightly, feeling a little annoyed at his teasing. He had just disturbed you while you were immersed into reading the best part of the book. The heat you felt from earlier was still quite there and it burned even more with each word that he softly uttered as he teasingly read to you.

He raises his hand up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He walks around the couch to sit beside you, pressing his lips against your cheek gently.

You huff out a little at his attempt at apologizing, but it still works nevertheless. You lean your head against his shoulder and press against his side more.

Not even a few minutes pass until he's talking again.

"Say... why don't we read it together, hm?" His voice dips a little deeply as he brushes his lips against your ear. "I like a good book too, you know?"

"W-What... but it's—" You halt, squirming in place awkwardly and looking down at his hands. His right hand holds the book with his index finger still tucking between the page. He begins to open it again, eyeing you momentarily. He places it in your hands.

"Come on" He hums nonchalantly, leaning his head on top of yours. "Read it."

You snap your gaze towards him with wide eyes. "O-Out loud?"

"It's easier to follow that way, isn't it?" He chuckles before pointing at the last paragraph that he was reading.

You notice how his hand other slowly travels down your bare thigh, squeezing the flesh, causing you to gasp quietly. His finger lightly traces a heart on your skin and it almost tickles you across the process while your heart beats faster under your chest.

"H-Hyoma..."

"Come on, baby." He repeats the nickname of the characters in the book. "Read it for me."

Reluctantly, you begin to read. Your words tumble out clumsily and quietly past your lips, jaw stuttering from time to time with each dirty description read out loud. You shiver when your boyfriend's fingers move up from your thigh, nearing the edge of your underwear.

He hums with his lips near your ear. "Mhm? Keep going"

You stutter again, halting when his finger stretches the band of your underwear and releases it with a quiet snap! You jolt with the hairs around your body rising and the heat between your legs pooling up more and more. The added sensations and the erotic words that leave your lips seem to rapidly make you feel needy all the more.

"And then? How did he do it, baby?" He asks breathily against your ear. You could hear his heart beating rapidly underneath his chest as well and how heavy he was breathing.

"H-His fingers continue rub against h-her clit—" You stumble over your words and moan when you feel your boyfriend move your underwear to the side to gently rub your swollen nub. He gathers the wetness seeping down from you pussy and rubs it up towards your clit, circling gently.

"Like this?" He asks with a muffled rasp. He halts his movements when you moan. He coos mockingly against your ear. "Keep reading, baby. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do."

"H-Haah— H-Hyoma..." Your brows furrow as you desperately look down onto the book to read just to make him continue his motions. "H-He slowly pushes a finger in a-and she feels her walls clamp d-down around— a-ah!"

You halt again when you feel your boyfriend begin ease his middle finger inside you. You twitch, throwing your head back a little against the rest.

"Continue, baby." He requests softly, moaning beside your ear. "C'mon, you can do it. Your pussy's so wet already. Want to feel you more."

You nod shakily, pulling your gaze down onto the book in your hands. Your knuckles tense as you hold the book tightly, almost clumping the edges of the paper.

"H-He— He begins to move his finger deeper before curling it a little to touch the upper w-walls—" You moan as your boyfriend does the exact same thing. The tip of his finger hits a sensitive spot inside you, so you close your eyes tightly and drop the book onto the floor. "H-Hyoma, c-can't go on. Please do something—"

He groans at your words and begin thrusting his finger in and out of your wet pussy; a pool of thick, transparent substance coating his finger. It allows his finger to move in easier as he occasionally curls it to repeatedly touch your sensitive g-spot.

"Fuck, baby. Look how nicely my finger's thrusting inside of you" He groans out deeply, watching his finger go in and out of your pussy. "So fucking wet for me, hm? You get off reading dirty little things like a naughty girl, hm?"

He brings his thumb up to rub your clit as he thrusts his middle finger into you a little faster. Your lips part, pushing your head back against the rest as you spread your legs more. You groan in frustration when he halts his movements to quickly take off your underwear and throwing it against the floor. But it doesn't take long for him to shove his finger in again with the same intensity and same rhythm as he tries to push you towards your high.

His thrusts grow faster, almost slamming finger knuckles-deep inside you. Each impact causes a shock of pleasure to travel through your belly. His thumb goes back to rubbing against your clit, and so you arch into his touch more, moaning loudly.

"Mhm, baby. Bet you feel so good right now, hm?" His words are breathless and a little shaky. "Love hearing your moans while I fuck you with my finger. How much louder will you get if I fuck you with my cock?"

His words shoot right to your pussy as your clit hardens. You throw your hands onto your breasts under your shirt, pinching and rolling your nipples before rubbing the puffy buds up and down with your middle fingers.

His pinkish-ruby eyes stare down at your appearance with palpable lust. "Shit, you look so cute right now. So pretty while fondling with your tits like that."

His finger thrusts against your sensitive spot repeatedly and you twitch.

"Gonna cum, baby? Go on and cum—" Your pussy pulses repeatedly around his finger before liquid gushes out, spraying onto his arm and hands. His eyes widen at the sight of you squirting. He rides out your orgasm with more slow rhythmic thrusts, watching the liquid squirt out bit my bit every time he pulls his finger back. "Shiiit! Oh yeah baby, look at that— she's gushing for me."

You twitch as you slowly come down from your high and as the last drops of liquid spilling out of you. You breathe in and out deeply, falling against your boyfriend's shoulder limply, thighs twitching every now and then.

"Let me get you a towel, okay?" He takes a pillow and places it beside you so you could lean onto it before standing up. He comes back and begins wiping your legs before moving to wipe your inner thighs gently. He folds it neatly and grabs your underwear on the floor, tucking it between the folded towel. He throws the cloths onto the wash before coming back to sit beside you.

"Thanks, Hyoma." You breathe out with a small smile.

He winks. "So... you read erotica, huh?"

"Shut up."

[authenticmiya]

Boston - Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary - Based off of the song ‘Austin’ by Dasha. You were Highschool sweethearts and suddenly that all went away.

Words - 1.6k

Warnings - angst /small mention of alcohol

“We had a plan, move out of this town, baby

West to the sand, it's all we talked about lately

I'd pack the car, bring your guitar and jane for smokin'

First thing at dawn, you'd queue the songs and we'd get goin'

But you weren't home, waited on the porch for ya

Sat there alone, all throughout the morn' 'til I

Got a hunch down in my gut and snuck around the back

Empty cans and I'll be damned, your shit was never packed”

"We hit twenty five thousand subscribers baby." Chris declared excitedly as he burst into his room. You were just chilling, awaiting the finish of the triplets' filming.

"No fucking way!" Excitedly jumping up, he embraced you into his arms.

"I'm so proud of you." You whispered, treasuring the moment as their success was very evident.

"We're gonna be in LA sooner than you think." And that was the promise you knew he'd keep. The problem was, that sentence would have the worst outcome in the future.

"Wrap around porch with a puppy?" He nodded excitedly, oh the plans you guys had ready and waiting. They had been planned for the years you'd been together.

It wasn't unknown that being around the Sturniolo household was a daily ritual. You guys were known as the 'Highschool Sweethearts'. How cliché?

"YouTube is kicking off for us and so will your music Y/N." Chris couldn't stop embracing you, excitement yet anxiety filling both of you. That was potentially the most gut wrenching memory to think about. All of the empty promises and plans.

Just like that, a couple of months had gone by. The 'Highschool Sweethearts' seemingly both on board with the thought of going back and forth to LA. They had hit just short of 500k. You had a label willing to sign you in LA. It was all falling into place and before you knew it, the days were building up to the ultimate move across the states.

"I really hope you know what decisions you're making Y/N. I feel like this is all very overwhelming and too good to be true." Your best friend declared and you looked at her funnily.

"I'm not laughing, has Chris even replied to your last eight messages about your flight tomorrow?" And come to think of it, no he hadn't. But he was definitely just busy finalising his packing, wasn't he?

"I'm going to walk to their house after I add the finishing touches to my suitcases. I tried texting Matt but he's not answering either..." Your thinking face came on immediately but quickly faded when you thought there was nothing to worry about.

"He's definitely just sorting stuff out." You muttered.

"We've been together for nearly three years, I don't think he's having doubts." Defending him again.

"I never said anything about him having doubts, that's on you." And so she left you to your own device of figuring out what really was going on with your boyfriend. She wasn't angry, of course not. However, best friends - true best friends always have the better instinct on situations regarding those they care about.

With Travis Scott blasting through your AirPods, your walk to the Sturniolo household began. It was nearing 2pm. Their parents' cars weren't in the drive once you arrived but the minivan was. You had pre-warned quite literally all three of the triplets that you were on your way over, none replied but Chris had the audacity to leave it on read.

"I'm on your porch and you're ignoring me." Sadness suddenly waved across you. What was the real reason none of them were answering?

"Chris?" You knocked on the door. After a solid 45 minutes, your heart was practically hung. There was one last option, head around the back. What a terrible option to pick, you should've just made your way home.

"What the fuck?" Mixed cans of Pepsi, BUD Light and Dr Pepper pretty much everywhere and what sounded like a Bluetooth speaker somewhere in the back yard. What hurt the most was three very familiar voices could be heard, those of whom had ignored you all damn day.

The question was, do you or do you not go in and make your hurt known to all of them?

"Y/N?" Torn from your heartbroken thoughts, Nate noticed you were there and called you out in front of everyone. Making solid eye contact with Chris, he was like a deer in headlights.

"So, this is what you guys have been up to today?" You questioned, an eyebrow quirked in confusion. If it wasn't awkward before, it definitely was now.

"I wanted to call you-" Nick began but was cut short.

"Boys night." Chris stated.

"It's 2pm Chris, hardly a boys night."

"Well we're continuing this through the night." Why was he being so blunt?

"Are you guys all packed and ready for LA at least?" The colour drained from Nicks face, Matt remained silent and Chris was damn right being rude.

"Your shits not even packed?" Everything you were saying seemed to be going over his head.

"Stop fucking ignoring me Chris!" The band had snapped but you were the one breaking.

"Are we going as a team? A couple? A fucking pair of friends? Are we going together at all?" You deemed an answer.

"Jesus Christ Y/N, I can't do this with you anymore. We're gonna be social media influencers and you're gonna jet off on world tours. We've changed, it's not gonna work." Chris' words felt like venom. The cat really had your tongue. Not to forget that he had just called you out in front of everyone both you and him cared about.

"You can't be serious..." You're too strong to cry in front of him, surely you're too strong to cry in front of him.

"Deadly." He stated coldly.

"We might be on the same flight out there but we're not jetting off to the same life like we had here." His triplet brothers were always going to side with him but they had awfully guilty looks as they watched this whole scene unfold in front of them.

"That's it? You're just going to give up on us? You've not even made it to the West Coast and LA has already gotten to your head? What about the wrap around porch?" You didn't even have it in you to stay any longer, the tears were threatening to fall and that was enough to send you running home. Chris had a flash of sadness cover his face but he quickly subsided this, not wanting to let his 'guard' down.

"There's no way that's what just happened." Nick was out of words, confused by his brother and heartbroken for you, his so called best friend.

"Well it did, let's turn up the music."

That was the last you heard from all of them. Chris unfollowing you on Instagram just before boarding your shared flight. Of course without a secure clarification of whether you to were together but it was evident now. If LA was going to be the fresh start then hitting that big red block button was also on your list. You just couldn't do it.

In the studio, a few weeks later.

"Y/N you can take five if the chorus is too much." Your manager politely offered.

"This is the verse, the sealed deal, I'm not backing out of it." You'd gotten a bigger following in a short amount of time. Having one single already teased seemed to bring you lots of attention. Writing songs based on your personal experiences were becoming both a blessing and a curse.

“Did your boots stop workin'?

Did your truck break down?

Did you burn through money?

Did your ex find out?

Where there's a will, then there's a way

And I'm damn sure you lost it

Didn't even say goodbye

Just wish I knew what caused it

Was the whiskey flowin'?

Were you in a fight?

Did the nerves come get you?

What's your alibi?

I made my way back to LA

And that's where you'll be forgotten

In forty years you'll still be here

Drunk washed up in Boston”

You’d proudly gone over your chorus multiple times very well and without tears. The first time you’d written down the lyrics and actually sang them out loud was very different. The feelings and emotions of the situation with Chris really became a reality.

“Y/N, this is gonna be one hell of a fucking hit!” Your manager screeched. Reaching LA, your genre of music was solely gonna be based on your personal preference.

“Hell of a bluff, you had me believin'

How many months did you plan on leavin'?

What happened? Bad habits?

Did you go back? Go batshit?

I loved you, how tragic, oh-oh”

After wrapping up in the studio, you headed straight home. Thankfully you were successful in renting out a 2 bedroom apartment. Of course being in the upcoming limelight was a dream come true but deep down, it was lonely. Three people completely missing out on what would be your success. After a warm bath and some listening to snippets of your single, you couldn’t help but check up on the Sturniolo’s social media’s.

Very quickly, it was a deep regret. They were ‘happy’ and it hurt like hell. Why couldn’t you have all been happy together?

“Alexa why are you fucking playing Kelly Clarkson right now?” You grew emotional, bringing your kneels to your chest as you rested in the sofa.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that.”

“Fuck you.” You muttered.

“Y/N, your song already had two million hits. They’re going to play it on the radio!” You were quick to burst into cheers and tears as your team surrounded you. Your manager silenced everyone and turned the radio up.

“Here we have the new and quite frankly, most requested upcoming artist. This is Boston by Y/N. Her song debuted just three days ago with her team telling us that she worked incredibly hard.” As the song played on the radio, it all became surreal. The small town Boston girl who had always dreamed about this, finally got her wish. One of the producers wrapped you into a hug as you began sobbing.

“You done it and you deserve it, here’s to Y/N!” That night, they had informed you that there was a party. This was all for you to celebrate not only your single, but your future to! Applying the final touches of mascara, your phone pinged.

Instagram

christophersturniolo sent you a message: Boston?

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 1 - nipple play | chris redfield

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom chris + male reader + nipple play + dacryphilia + nipple clamps + vibrators + cumming untouched + chris is called "princess" + and his pecs are often called tits + he pretends to not like it + but fails

a/n: I'm really happy about how this turned out, considering how its my first re smut ^-^ I just hope I'll have the dedication to finish this series...

Your hands roamed Chris' wide chest, adoring the firm yet plushness of his pecs as you traced small scars littered about. His chest- no, his tits, were so soft and pillowy, the moment you saw them bare you just wanted to feel him up so badly. The way he was positioned, sitting in your lap with his front gave you a perfect view of his tits, close enough for you to push your face into. Fuck, your boyfriend was hot.

"Nnhh..." Chris' brows were furrowed, watching you grope his tits through lowered lids. This was the only part of his body apart from his ass that got him embarrassed whenever you teased it. His chest has always been so sensitive, especially since he started building up muscle. He swore his nipples have grown a bit in size. Chris' chest was so full that whenever he wore tight shirts, his tits looked like they were about to burst out and it so so damn attractive to you.

"I can't get enough of of these princess," you tease, making sure to pinch one of his nipples. "Mhn! H-how about you look away then," Chris grumbled, faking annoyance. You didn't miss the way he shivered at the nickname. "No way," you smirked and latched onto one of his buds with your mouth. "Ah!" Chris' eyes widen tries his best to stifle the adorable sound that comes out of him when he feels your mouth on him. Immediately, you began sucking on his nipple- hard.

"S-shit...nggh...hahh, [name]!" Chris whines as you continue your harsh ministrations. Not only do you suck on his nipple, you also leave bites on the bud and the areola surrounding it. You know that Chris is especially weak to biting and you take full advantage of it. "Ungh, [name], anh!" While Chris wants to think he won't cum yet, but he's starting to feel like you might force an orgasm out of him with your pace. In just a moment, you swiftly pulled away from Chris' tit, leaving a thin trail of saliva and a confused pout of your boyfriend's face.

"You remember those toys we bought the other day?" Chris still looks a bit dumbfounded but finally remembers and slowly nods his head. "You wanna use them today?" Well fuck, you sounded overeager and so not cool. But luckily, Chris was the same as you. "Fuck yeah. Definitely." Okay you probably sounded more uncool. But those thoughts left your mind when you saw Chris' face, the way his eyes were blown wide with lust at the idea of putting those new toys to use. You turned to your left and reached under your bed to fish out a small black box. You opened it up and took out its contents: a bullet vibrator and one nipple clamp.

"Why only one?" Chris' voice almost sounded a bit slurred when you first heard him. "I though it was obvious. It's easier for me to suck without it in my way." Chris blushed even harder at how casually you talked about sucking on his chest, like it was just sucking on some candy. You first brought the clamp to his nipple you had already been sucking on and noticed it was a little red and puffy, small bite marks surrounding it. The moment you fasten it, Chris lets out a yelp, jerking harshly as he feels his nipple being overstimulated. "Unghh...shit," your boyfriend's breathing becomes heavy and ragged, and you're sure you can see tiny tears prick at his eyes.

With a mean grin, you switch on the vibrator and push it up to his other untouched nipple. "HnNGGH---" Chris clenches his teeth hard as he reels back from the intense pleasure he's feeling. His moans begin to freely pour out as he squirms, unable to escape the intense vibration and the constant pleasurable pain of having his nipple trapped. He cries out and wraps his muscular arms around your neck. Unable to resist, you pull him into a deep kiss, forcing your tongue down his throat as you ravage him, swallowing down his pitiful moans.

Chris' tears flow freely as he tries his best to grind his leaking cock onto you, only for you to push him back with firm hands on his hips. Even if he could push you off, he didn't, deciding to let you move him in any way you deemed fit. You sigh into his mouth as you open your eyes a bit to watch the tears roll down his cheeks. Despite feeling your dick cry out for attention, you decided to ignore it to be fully in the moment with your boyfriend. Besides, you felt like you were going to be able to get off just by watching him.

"Mnghh! Nnhh, mhh, NghGHH!" Chris continues to sob as his head begins to feel a little too light. You felt his arms tighten around your neck and you could tell he was close. Right as Chris could feel that coil in his stomach unravel, you pulled away from his soft lips and removed the vibrator from his nipple. "W-wh..." Chris couldn't even find his words, still trembling as hot puffs of air leave his mouth. His skin is glistening with a layer of sweat, his lips kiss-swollen and tears are still falling down his face, the image created sending a violent throb to your ignored dick. Just as quickly as you got rid of his source of pleasure, you once again latched onto his nipple and tug on the nipple clamp, finally twisting it a brutally ripping it off of Chris' nipple.

It took him a second to register the heavy mix of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back as he cums with a loud keen. His cum splatters on the both of you considering your close proximity, some of it getting on your chest while most of it reached his own, creating a perfect picture. You bring back your face to his, mouthing at his lips and swallowing up his small whimpers from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You wrap one arm around your boyfriend's waist and bring him closer to you, the other going to his head to rub at his hair to calm him down. As Chris' trembling becomes less and less violent and his breathing less ragged, you keep in mind his reaction to the use of those toys on his tits- you were definitely going to use those again.