#yo why the fuck it go from like we kissing to we doing something dirty I can’t stand it

[orangespottedgiraffe]

So

[luvyeni]

p. personaltrainer!shotaro x fem!reader | warnings: | words: ~ 0.8k (859) 🦦ㆍ₊⊹

authors note. if you saw me going crazy over that taro pic then you understand me now

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

you didn't want a personal trainer, but your best friend thought it would be best since you didn't really know what to do in the gym. “he does night appointments so you won't be embarrassed because of the people in the gym.”

eventually you caved, calling the man, he gave you a time and a date; telling you to wear something comfortable and moveable.

when the day comes you out on your matching set that you bought the day prior, the appointment was at 6:30 pm and you got there around 6:25, waiting for the man you talked with on the phone. your hands were clammy, you felt nervous. about to say fuck it and go home and stuff your face. “hello.” you turn around and there he is, a smile on his face. “I'm shotaro, you must be yn.” you nodded. “he-hello.” you waved.

“let's get started, let's stretch first, i know this is your first time and we don't want you to be in pain in the morning.” he was too nice, guiding you through the stretches. “good job.” he came up behind you. “you're doing so good.” you gulped , you knew he meant no harm , but your mind couldn't help going to a dirty place. “okay, now with some squats.”

shotaro watched you through the mirror; his eyes trained on your ass, the way the sweat rolled down your forehead and into the crease of your bust; his cock hardening in his shorts. your friend had called him and told him a little bit about you and he was intrigued, you were a bit timid, jumpy everytime he touched you to readjust your positions; it made him smile, you were cute.

your plushy thigh that he could only dream of putting his face in between. by the time the appointment was over, shotaro was painfully hard— you weren't any better though, your underwear was soaked. his touch felt like fire, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from whimpering or letting out an embarrassing moan.

“you did such a good job today.” he handed you a water bottle. “if you keep it up you'll get to your goal weight.” your eyes lit. “really?” he watched you, smiling at how happy you were. “go shower.” you nodded, he watched you walk away.

you let the water run down your body, the hot water soothing the already sore muscles; your hands finding it's way in between your thighs, you let out a moan, thank god there was no one else in there. — that you know of. “fu-fuck.” you cursed, letting your fingers run along your slit.

your eyes were closed and you were moaning so loud, you didn't hear the door open, shotaro walking in. your hand came up to your boobs, squeezing them; one of your fingers teasing your waiting hole.

before you could even push a finger inside you were pushed against the wall. “fuck, I tired to wait.” shotaro groaned against your ear. “but you were moaning so fucking loud.” you felt his cock twitching against your ass. “m’need to fuck you.” he kissed along your neck. “pl- please.” you moaned.

he held your back in a arch as he seethed his cock inside you, moaning. “oh fuck, been wanting to do that since i walked in and saw you in that tight outfit.” the sound of your wet bodies along with yours moans bouncing off the empty walls. “fuck shotaro!”

“shit your pussy feels so good.” he groaned. “so tight.” he was fucking you so good, your precious tits were bouncing with his thrust. “sh-shotaro I'm gonna cum.” he moaned as your pussy squeezed him. “shit cum for baby.” he reached in front running your clit. “cum all over my cock.”

you moaned out, letting yourself go, legs shaking as you came. “shit shit shit.” shotaro cursed, pulling out cumming all over your back. “fuck.” he stroked himself until he had no more to give.

after cleaning up, and getting dressed; you two exited the bathroom. “i think I'll have to find a new gym, I can't show my face here.” you said embarrassed. “why would you do that when i own the gym?” he said, your eyes widened, your friend didn't tell you he was the owner. “that just makes it even worse.” he smiled, grabbing your hand. “why is that, so what I helped you work out in more ways then one.” he smirked, your face heated up. “stop it.” you whined, he laughed. “fine, come back or don't come back but I'm serious about you working out considering, i really want you to meet your goal.” he said making your heart flutter. “and maybe if you're free we can go get dinner.”

“me?” you questioned. “yes you.” he said. “i wanted to ask you that first, but things got out of hand.” he said. “what do you say?” you smiled nodding. “sure.” he kissed your hand goodnight after walking you to your car. “I'll call you.” he said watching you drive away.

you drove all the way home with a dumb smile on your face.

©️LUVYENI

[hsunrry]

nurse // one shot harry styles

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you’re his nurse, taking good care of him.

words: ~1k

warnings: smut18+, oral (m receiving), praise

a/n: one of the @madstyles3204 ideas, sorry for taking so long with it, but i’m currently on my period and let me tell you i’m DYING. i’ll be back with posting more when i feel better!

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“so how is my favorite patient feeling today?” you smiled, walking into his hospital room. he was already here for almost two weeks after surgery and you couldn’t really help falling fast and hard for him. the real problem was- you were his nurse, so you couldn’t do anything unprofessional.

“better now, since you came here.” he smiled, sitting on his bed. you shook your head slightly, walking closer to his bed.

“show me your wound.” you said, since you had to check if everything is healing properly.

“take me out for the dinner first.” he grinned.

“keep talking like that and you won’t get one today.” you joked and he pouted at that.

“hey!” he chuckled softly, rolling his shirt up for you to see it. you examined it quickly, touching in few places.

“looking good so far.” you smiled softly.

“why do i have to be here for so long?” he asked. “it’s it usually up to 7 days?”

“it is, but you payed to be here, so we actually taking good care of you.” you said, and he only nodded, putting his t-shirt back down. “i’ll bring you dinner and medications soon.” with that words, you walked out of his room. after the rest of the day, when you were sitting in the nurse room, you saw that room number 203 is calling for something. you raised your eyebrow, looking at the clock. almost 1 am. you stood up from couch, going to his room. “what is this at this hour?” you asked yourself quietly, entering the room. the only thing you saw was him, working fast on his dick under the duvet. “jesus christ!”

“what the fuck?!” he stopped his movements, looking at you panicked. “i thought you’d be sleeping at this hour or something!”

“you called for me!” you said, looking quickly at his hand still under the duvet on his visible hardness.

“no, i didn’t!” he responded, looking for his remote with calling button. he discovered it under the pillow. “shit, i might accidentally call.”

“okay, first of all, you shouldn’t be doing intense things like this yet, i mean alone at least.” you spoke. “it might violate your wound.” he groaned.

“i’m… needy.” he mumbled, looking at you.

“i’m sorry to hear that, but you really shouldn’t be doing it by yourself for now.” you said, closing the doors behind you.

“then help me.” he blurted out. your eyes widened.

“excuse me?” you almost stuttered.

“come on, we are both into each other, don’t even try to deny it.” he smiled and you shook your head.

“Harry, you’re my patient, i can’t just do something like that, if someone find out i’ll lose my job and-“

“i won’t tell anyone.” he interrupted you. “please, baby, you have no idea how many times i imagined doing this with you.” you sigh at his words, walking closer to his bed. you sat next to him, on the edge.

“this is so wrong.” you said, looking into his eyes. he nodded.

“i know, it’ll be our dirty little secret.” he grinned, pulling you into the kiss. you immediately melted into it, moving your lips slowly against his. he groaned into the kiss when he felt your hand into the back of his hair. with your free hand you exposed his hard cock, by pushing duvet off of him. your hand went to stroke him, spreading pre-cum on his tip with your thumb first. “fuck.” he gasped into the kiss. you pulled out slightly, going between his legs. it wasn’t really the best way to do it on this hospital bed, but you had to work with what you had. you spat on his dick, stroking in meantime. you looked at him, he was smiling at you. you smiled back, going down and taking him to your mouth. “jesus.” he moaned quietly, when you started moving up and down slowly. his one hand went to your hair, since he had to hold onto something. your movements were slow at first, but when you saw how much he was enjoying it, you started moving faster, hollowing your cheeks inside. he groaned, tilting his head back. “fuck, y/n, baby, yes.” he panted. “doing so good for me, holy fuck.” you liked praise, so when he was saying all of that, you were getting more and more intense with your movements. you focused for few seconds on his tip, sucking it and teasing it with your tongue. he was in fact big, but you still wanted to take him whole. you lowered your mouth all the way down. when your nose met his skin above his dick, you swallowed him few times. his cock curving slightly down your throat. “oh my fucking god, this is amazing.” he moaned louder, gripping your hair tighter. “i’m co close baby, god, you’re so good, making me feel like no one else did before.” he panted, clearly in haze of what you were doing to him. you went back to sucking him and stroking the part you didn’t reach at fast pace. “gonna come.” his body twitched and his cock started to throb into your mouth, sending hot sprouts down your throat. he let out loud moan, closing his eyes while finishing. when you swallowed, you whipped your lips with your hand. he looked at you and managed to say quietly. “you’re amazing, darling. come here, please.” he patted the place next to him. you went there and he wrapped your arm around you, kissing your temple.

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Rough sex, dirty talk, drug use, light angst

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n. (Gojo's POV in itallics)

Chapter 11 - Masterlist

Chapter 12

You stretch luxuriously in Gojo’s bed, reaching for him next to you, but it was a crumpled mess. You frown a bit, sitting, listening, the bed is cold and empty without him next to you, to the point you weren’t sure how you had ever stayed without him anymore. Standing, you stretch further, yawning and pattering around the room, trailing a finger along one of his huge dressers.

You go to his bathroom, brushing your teeth, curious what he was up to, but something catches your eye on the big marble counter, a rolled up hundred dollar bill and a razor blade. You nearly choke on your toothbrush, quickly rinsing, heat rising in your veins as you worried.

Satoru had done cocaine as long as you’d known him, but typically it was just for parties as far as you’d seen. Never at work. Never with you these past couple weeks… so you wondered if something was wrong. You grow nervous, unsure how to approach this, not knowing what level you can say something, and also not knowing how judgemental you would come off.

You hope it’s nothing.

But your heart is pounding.

Gojo comes up behind you, suddenly, and you turn to look up at him, his eyes are blood shot and glassy, a manic look to them you had never seen, even times you had helped him when he was fucked up. It was different. He looked disheveled, even, something Satoru Gojo never was. He was just staring at you, brows drawn together, hands clenching and unclenching.

You take a breath, and gently take his shoulders, looking up. “You okay, Satoru? I missed you in bed with me.”

He kisses you, brutal, hard, surprising you with the intensity, then he has you pinned against the counter, breathing heavy, you feel how hot he is, see the sweat from his brow. You try to brace yourself, for something seems off, seems wrong, and you don’t know what to say.

He’s kissing down your neck, then pauses, and yanks back, those red eyes making the blue stand out ridiculously, almost terrifying. “You saw, didn’t you? And you’re fucking disappointed or some shit.”

“Satoru, no.” You cup his face, willing him to look back down at you. “I told you, this is new and I’m not here to change you. I don’t like it… But can I ask, why now, when you haven’t? DId something happen?”

He cursed, backing off and walking away. You frustratingly follow him. He’s pacing around. “I will just upset you. I don’t even deserve you, didn’t even deserve you working for me, I’m just some fucking-”

“Stop that!” You scowl, and smack at him, making him pause, emotion heavy in the room you stood in. “You stop talking down about yourself this instant! You’re supposed to be cocky, conceited, where the fucks this coming from?”

“Yeah well, sometimes it’s just fucking talk. Talk to forget that I disappoint people.”

“Who? Who do you disappoint? Not me.”

“Not you?” He scoffs, then opens up a big ring he wore a lot, showing you the white powder inside. “I do take small bumps. When I’m not with you.”

“Okay… so we work on that, then. It doesn’t change shit, Satoru, I started having feelings when you were snorting coke off someone’s ass.”

You cross your arms, and he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that was the first red flag. Is my dick so good you forget them all?”

You smack him in the face now, feeling tears hot in your eyes, and when he sees them, he stops, holding your face so gently. “You are trying to push me away. It won’t work. I’ll just beat the shit out of you!”

“Abusive little bitch.” He mumbles, but he’s wiping your tears, and you’re trembling in front of him in an odd embrace, tensions rising.

“I am trying to be understanding. I’m trying.” Your voice breaks, shoving at his chest, hands trembling. He shakes his head.

“You shouldn’t, you don’t need to waste your time.”

“Fucking stop this shit! You love me, don’t you?”

“More than goddamn anything.” He has you so close, and you feel yourself breaking through a layer finally, a barrier, as he gulps, and you see his eyes are now glassy with emotion. “I care about you more than anyone.”

“Then just open up to me. God, you held me as I cried about my parents, and you think you can’t open up? I was a mess. You put me back together. I will put you back together, I promise.”

He kisses you, and you taste something off on his lips, your own going numb, and it mixes with your tears. You pull back, touching them, and he curses. “Shit, it won’t fuck you up… just will make you feel weird. I’m so sorry.”

You glare up at him. “What if I wanted to do some?”

He glares. “I’d never fucking let you.”

“Oh?”

“Nope.”

“Then why should you?”

“You’re too good for that shit.”

You grip his face between your hands, shaking your head. “I’m not better than you, Satoru. I am yours. Okay? I’m not leaving even if you chase me away, just like you didn’t leave me alone when I told you to.”

He sighs, his hands and body are shaking, he’s off, he’s not the Satoru you usually see, but you know he’s there. “I’m so sorry. I just don’t know how to say it, so I just snorted a fuck ton. My party coke too.”

“I have no clue what that means. My lips feel cool?”

He sighs at that, and you two sit on the bed, he’s a little less shaken, you dab some of his sweat off. “I shouldn’t have kissed you… with that on my gums.”

“It’s okay. I’m here. You don’t need fucking cocaine.”

“Are you saying you’ll be my drug?” He asks with a little half smile, as you are rolling your eyes.

“You can’t snort me can you?”

“I’d inject you into my fucking veins if I could.” His husky words broke you, the way he brushes your hair back, you want to fall into his goddamn bloodshot eyes, but you struggle to get composure. You had to know what was wrong.

“Satoru, tell me what happened. Let’s go from there, yeah?” You have your hands on his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat with concern.

“I don’t wanna complain about my dad when you don’t even have one anymore.” His voice was hoarse, looking down, and you shake your head, your heart hurting for him to feel this way.

“No, no, no… don’t even. Your past and your pain matter just as much, I’m not the only one with grief. Talk to me. Please.” You feel a knife twisted in your chest, hating his pain.

Satoru runs his hand through his messy hair, then the back of his neck, looking away, clearly upset. “My dad is a piece of shit. He left my mom for some young bitch, then left her, and her, and so on. Even though my mom is beautiful and fucking awesome, self made bitch like you.”

You smile. He clearly adores her. “She is very beautiful. And amazing.”

“He didn’t care about me. He doted on his new kids, then the new ones, fucker has a million demon spawn. He just is trash. But because I run a lot of his companies now, I have to deal with him. He is just… he makes me feel worthless.” He looks so dejected you hate it.

“Oh, Satoru, no.” You straddle him, hugging him around his neck, feeling tears in your eyes again, shaking your head. “You’re so far from that. I promise.”

He holds you tight, and you’re pecking little kisses on his neck, and he’s squeezing you, the breath out of you really, but you feel moisture on your neck too, and he’s shaking. Your heart breaks, fully, at what someone could do, to someone like Satoru Gojo, the man you fucking loved. The man you would do anything for, now, the man that filled you so completely.

He was breathing heavily, and soon you leaned back a bit, he looked away as if to hide, but you gently brush your thumbs under his eyes, swiping two errant tears. He returns the gesture, and the tension between you is electric, as you gaze into each other's eyes, feeling the connection bursting through, you’re panting and he’s gasping as you cling to each other.

“Fuck him if he doesn’t like you, Satoru.” He smiles a bit, more of Satoru Gojo is coming back, his hands hot and hard on your body, sliding up and down your back, eyes not leaving your face.

“I don't even want you to even meet him, though... He's such a snobby ass piece of shit.”

“I'll be right by your side, holding your hand. Okay? We will do this together.” Your hands entwine, grip tight.

“I thought you’d be so upset with me. I thought…” He pouts a bit, sighing, you shake your head.

“I’m not the stuck up bitch I was. You’ve helped with that.” You kiss his forehead, enjoying his light laughter.

“But I’m still an idiot. You haven’t fixed that.” You giggle, but there’s still emotion in your throat, making you cough a bit. Gojo looks concerned.

“You’re my idiot, thank you very much.” He grins, and you’re so close to him you’re almost one person, pressed so tightly you can’t imagine leaving his arms, just looking at each other.

“Are you sure I deserve you?” His lips brush along your chest, before he buries his head against you, hot breath on your breasts.

“You deserve a lot, Satoru. A lot more than you think.”

“You are perfect.” He drags you down to kiss him, and you’re moaning into his lips, which makes your lips further numb. Everything is heady, sensations from being on his lap making you ache, while his fervor and intent broke you. “Fuck, coke lips still … I am so sorry, baby girl.”

You pull him back to you. “I can take it. All of you.”

“My brave little brat.” He exhales, sliding the straps of your top down, kissing your collarbone. "I don't want to lose you, ever. I can't even picture that..."

“You won’t lose me.” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself against the onslaught of emotions, hands sliding up in his hair, gripping. "Let me be your escape, Satoru. Let me be your high. Use me instead.”

He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes wide and unblinking, and for a heart-stopping instant you're sure he's about to push you away. Instead, he flips you on your back so fast your head spins, and he’s straddling you now, holding your arms up by your wrists, feeling your quick pulse against his hands, which tremble ever so slightly.

“Use you like a fucking drug?” He murmurs, brows lowered, but you nod, arching your body up against his, making him moan.

“Use me however you need. Whatever you need. Whenever. I'm yours to do so.” What the fuck are you saying, you wonder, but no… you mean it.

You’d do anything for him.

His grip gets far too tight, and you wince a bit, as Gojo bends down low, lips just barely brushing against yours, making them tingle again. Your noses touch, you're breathing in each other, hearts pounding against your chests. His eyes had lost their redness a bit, jaw less tense, as he fell into you.

“How should I use you right now?” He breathes, gaze searching your depths. “I can think of so many ways.”

His hand is around your throat, possessive like a collar, and you arched your back into him, crying out softly. “Show me, then.”

Gojo flips you onto your stomach, sliding down your shorts, and you feel him taking off his own pants, pulling your hips up so your ass is pressed against him, then he has two fingers in your pussy. You gasp, as he shoves them deep, bent low over you, breath hot against your ear as he brushes your hair to the side, pressure building with each thrust.

In just a moment he had shoved his cock deep in you, in this position it was too much, you’re crying out, hands gripping silk sheets beneath you, and he’s growling in your ear. You struggle to adjust to his shape, his size, without the usual play, gasping as he moves inside you, pain brinkin on pleasure, yanking on your hair as he reaches around to turn your face towards him.

“I fucking love you.” His voice is husky, his eyes dilated to pinpoints, brilliant shimmering blue, emotion making them glisten. He slides so deep he’s wrecking your cervix, kissing you and drinking in your cries.

“I love you, so so much… mnh…” You struggle to have any sense of self, as he’s breathing so heavy, possessing you from behind, owning you, gripping you so tightly to him you were one.

He fucks you hard, deep, slow, as you now cling to his arms, nails digging in, arching your back up for more of him, more, more. Everything was Satoru, his breathing, his touch, him inside you… you turn your head and kiss him again, sloppy and full of tongue, lips not quite meeting, so intense you couldn’t compare it. Gojo was devouring your soul.

He flips you on your back, putting a leg on his shoulder and sliding in deep, too deep, you whine at the sensation of the pressure, he leans over you, kissing you deeply, hungrily, you’re both moaning. Your fingers grip his strong back, feeling all the muscles underneath his hot skin as he moves over you, thrusting so hard the headboard is smacking against the wall, pushing your limits, pussy tearing apart around him.

He pulls back from the kiss, and you see it, tears in his beautiful eyes, as he studies you below him, desperate yearning stark on his face. “Don’t ever fucking leave me. Ever.” He bites out, shaking, and you shake your head, tears now in your eyes, as you feel his emotions, his fear, his love.

You cup his face, shaking your head, and a sob catches your throat. “Satoru, I’ll never leave you.”

You mean these words. You could never leave Satoru Gojo, for no one else could even exist to you, he was everything now.

“Promise.” He begins fucking you again, laying on top, heavy weight welcome as you fall into him, your legs are up high and he’s slowly moving, bringing you higher with each movement.

“Promise. Swear.” You start to fall apart as your climax rocks you, heat spreading everywhere, blinding it feels so intense. Gojo is drinking in all of your moans, your cries, gripping you so hard with those hands, you knew you'd bruise, his breathing heavier and heavier. 

“Mine.” He says, then he bites the shit out of your neck with his sharp teeth, tearing your skin, but it feels good, the pain. You gasp, leaning your head to the side for more. “All mine. Say it.”

He squeezes your cheeks hard, the tip of him against your cervix, making you look at him while the pressure is about to explode. “I'm all yours.” You manage to whisper, and then he's fucking you so hard you have to hang on to him tight. Loud smacks echo in the quiet bedroom, his grip harder and harder.

Satoru's bright eyes began to take on that madness you had seen before, brows low over them, his messy hair falling. You brush it back, gentle in the midst of him fucking into you, struggling to handle so much, and he pauses at it, then pulls out of you suddenly. Leaving you empty for a brief moment, frowning a bit at you.

“What… what's wrong?” You ask, then he kisses you, slowly down your body. “Mmh. You…”

“Shh.”

He kisses down your tummy, slick with sweat, your chest is heaving as you recover from the previous sensation of him fucking you, to this new one… these sweet kisses. He gets between your thighs, where you're sore now, peeking up at you, so pretty it was hard to handle, and he was vulnerable then. You love him so much at that moment, it hurts. 

You brush his hair back again and he leans into it, sighing, kissing your palm, then flicking a gentle tongue along your slit. You're already so close it hits you hard. It wrecks you, his azure eyes watching you as he soothes your aching pussy with his tongue.

“Mmm… Satoru! You don't have to. I was… I can take it.” Your words are nonsensical, your mind going deliciously blank as he wraps his arms around your thighs, lavishing your lips with his tongue.

“No. You weren't ready.” He flicks his tongue quickly on your clit, and you throw your head back with a scream, shaking, he knows you so well. He pulls back for a moment, so serious, wetness all over his chin.

“It's fine. I want to be what you need.” He places another little kiss on your clit, shaking his head and sliding up your body, caressing your face. Your breath catches as he studies you, positioning himself between your thighs again, hard cock at your entrance.

“You are already what I need.” He whispers, his hands on the backs of your thighs, easing back in. It's way easier now, so you relax, and it feels so so good, pleasure spreading through your body. Gojo studies you carefully, full lips parted, gently easing out and then back in, pulling you close.

“Satoru… you feel so good in me.” You whisper, and feel your eyes brimming with tears, sniffling just a bit with how loved he makes you feel.

He whispers your name, against your lips, foreheads pressed together. “Can you come with me, baby girl?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” He cradles your face carefully as he presses deep, watching your every expression as he hits that spot so deep in you it shatters your very being. “Close… I'm…”

“Good girl.” His strong hands wrap around your waist and he slides in and out, deep, slow strokes, that have you close again. “Mine.”

“Yours.” You two kiss, your arms around his neck, desperately, as he starts to tremble, faltering. “Come in me, please, please, please.” You beg for it.

He shudders, moaning loudly at that, rhythm random, fingers enwrapped in your messy hair. He's looking into your eyes, Gojo's are hooded, his lips are glossy and parted, your chin tilts up, your back arches. He grows impossibly hard inside of you, where you were clenched tightly around him.

“You want me to fill you up?” He's whispering against your lips.

“Please.”

He pushes hard, and starts moaning loud, you feel his hot cum shooting inside of you, pulsing, making you lose it, twitching, gasping for breath. Your mind is gone and your body is humming. It's all just him. He's struggling to compose himself as much as you are, you're both clinging to each other, panting, trying to come to reality from the high you create.

“I'm so sorry. Fuck.” Gojo says, and you shake your head, clinging to his shoulders, tears falling down to your ears. He tries to wipe them away.

“I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here.” Your hand is on his chest, feeling his steady heart beat. “Just tell me next time before you… just try.”

He nods, laying on his side and pulling you to him, you're facing each other, you're cradled in his strong arms, ones you never want to leave. His hand is warm on your back, his lips soft on your cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I was okay. Promise.” You snuggle into his embrace, enjoying as he caresses your body. “It was just the nun pussy and all.”

He snorts in laughter, the sound makes you so happy you couldn't describe. “That nun pussy has me whipped.”

“You? No.”

“I am. What stressed me out more than anything about seeing my asshole father tonight… is that he'll upset you.” You lean up, feeling his steady heart against you, heart aching.

“I can handle it. All that matters is you. And… also, how long until this coke lip thing stops?” You ask with concern, he grins, abashed.

“Soon. Promise. I… that won't happen again, okay?” You watch the rays of sun through the blinds illuminate his gorgeous features, making those intense eyes sparkle. They were more aware now.

“Good because if it does I am going to beat the shit out of you.”

“The abuse I endure!”

“Stuff it. Why don't you kiss me until we have to get ourselves presentable?”

“So demanding.” His mouth presses against yours, sighing, sweet breath into your mouth, clinging to your touch tightly. He pulls away to look at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulps. He looks at you like you're the only one in the world. “I love the fucking shit out of you.”

You grin, blissful for a moment, pecking a kiss on his lips again. “And I love you, Satoru. Everything will be okay. “

“Nah, it'll be a shitshow but…”

“Then we'll deal with the shitshow together.” Your hand is swallowed in his grip, and you think you could stay there forever. But you know tonight was probably going to be…

A shitshow.

But you're in his arms.

You’d been there for him, as he had for you.

So for now you just enjoy this moment.

Chapter 13

Ao3 Chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/143005132#workskin

[xstarkillerx]

Because I'm in procrastination mode today aperantly, you know what else I've been thinking about? My dear, sweet @anakincentric. Pretty Blade, this is for you because I love your version of anakin so much <3

Tw: dead dove do not eat

We've talked about this before but I honestly love the idea of being anakin's little baby and having a dirty blog where you reblog porn gifs and talk about all the ways you get fucked into oblivion by him. Anakin knows about it of course, but he isn't nosy, you never have to worry about him snifing around.

It's a rare bout of confidence (stupidity) that leads you to ask if he wants to see it, and he honestly wouldn't have paid it any mind if you didn't immediatly backtrack. All red in the face and turning away, looking like you just realized what a bad a idea that would be and well... now he's gotta see what's on there. So, he settles you in his lap while you log in and make a big fuss about hiding your password from him. As soon as you log in there's already a gif of some big brutish man shoving his cock into a girls tight asshole, and you're whining all over again about how you change your mind and "do i have toooooo." Anakin doesn't budge. You wanted to show him, and he knows all this fuss that came after is an ill attempt at reinserting shame where it has no business being, so you proceed to your blog, pretty and pink as expected.

See, it's not so much the gifs of pretty little girls like you getting passed around and wrecked, or the videos of pussies getting stuffed full by inhumanely large dildos that you reblog, it's the paragraphs upon paragraphs you post, they're fucking filthy, kind of gross, honestly. You can feel his eyes scanning the page, his little huffs of amusement, his gentle squeezes on you arm when something was particularly vulger. You're getting redder by the minute.

"I didn't even know you knew that word, Aivela-"

"Daddy, we can stop now." Your little hands are grasping tightly at his shirt sleeve, resisting the urge to tug his hand away from the computer, you've had enough.

"No, keep going, what's that? Oh, that's a long one, you wanna read it to me?" Your nails are close to ripping holes into his sleeve, you know this one, you know this one. You shake your head, craning your neck to look up at him and give your best pleading look, it only solidifies his interest. "Come on angel, I worked all day I'm tired. Read it."

And you do, quietly, full of shame, stuttering. "Today my... Today my d- dad caught me by suprise. Mom was doing laundry in the basement while he fucked me upstairs in the livingroom. I had my headphones on, music blasting when he pushed me over the arm of the sofa and pulled my..." you flail your arms, too flustered to continue.

"Come on, I wanna hear what your dad did to you."

All you can bring yourself to do is hide your face in the crook of his arm. "you know already it's you!" you stretch every vowel, whining and cranky, he can tell you've had enough. Anakin continues reading in his head, dropping the odd comment here and there and stroking your hair while your face remains hidden against his chest.

"Oh my," "no, baby that's fucking dirty, I don't remember it like that," "you slut, is that why you asked me to say that again? wanted to commit it to memory to tell are your perv followers about it?" Every one made you squirm, and when he finished he gave you a kiss on the head with a laugh. "You like telling them them I'm your dad? Look at me, is that what you post on your little blog all day?"

You nod, looking about close to tears when he pulls you in for a kiss. He laughs like it's the most amusing thing in the fucking world, endearing even, regardless of how fucked up it might be.

"They just eat it up huh? Bunch of fat old virgin fucks in your dms?" You nod, too shy, too overhwelmed to tell him about the wealth of unasnwered anonymous asks you have stockpiled you telling you yeah well if I was your dad I'd molest you too, and no wonder he touches you he's got a perfect slut for a daughter. Love the stories <3. Those are for a different day.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.

You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!

Words - 3,705

Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.  

“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.  

“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”

Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”  

“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”  

Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”  

“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”

Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”  

While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.  

“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,  

“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”  

No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.  

Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.  

“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.  

“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.  

“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.  

“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.  

“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.  

You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.  

“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”

“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...  

What’s a girl to do?

Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.  

They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.  

“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”

And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.  

Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.  

“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.  

He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.  

“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.  

“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.

His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time. 

“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.  

Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.  

He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.  

“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”  

Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.  

“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.  

“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”

You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.  

“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door. 

To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!

“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”

“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.  

You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”  

Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”

“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.  

He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.  

Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”  

He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”  

“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.  

You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.  

“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.

“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.  

“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.  

The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.  

You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.  

“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.  

“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.  

“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.  

That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.  

“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.  

“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.  

Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”  

“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.  

“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”  

Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.  

“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.  

“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”

You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”

You do, too.  

A/N - So, did you enjoy it? If so, don’t just click that heart. Leave a comment! Or even better, reblog it, too! Tagging doesn’t give writer’s visibility any longer, but reblogging their work certainly does! :)

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 10 - Car Sex]

Pairing: Brat Switch!Taehyung x Dom Switch!Reader

Kinks: car sex, public(ish) sex, angry sex (they fight and then fuck, you get me?), Sadism & Masochism, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, protected vaginal penetrative sex, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 3.5k

a/n: all you besties wanted was brat!tae hahaha and i am here to deliver because brat!tae can be something so beautiful. enjoy, this is very horny 💙

The door to the restaurant slams closed, leaving the guests inside shocked to their core. Their eyes are focused on the couple currently fighting outside, whispered conversations about what they could possibly fight about fill the room. 

You don’t notice the stares, way too busy hurrying after Taehyung after he stormed out of the restaurant in big steps.

“So now we’re slamming doors in public?” you bark at him.

Taehyung whips around, “it slipped outta my hand”, he snarls. 

“Yeah sure, like how our trip just so happens to have slipped outta your mind, yeah?” 

“Oh my god, I told you. I mixed up the weekends.”

“You know what? You and your stupid excuses annoy the fuck outta me”, you spit, bumping shoulders with him as you stomp away to your car. 

“What do you want from me?” Taehyung runs after you, trying to touch your arm but you flinch away. 

“Don’t touch me”, you snarl, sending him the iciest look ever. 

But Taehyung doesn’t want to back down. He is stubborn himself and terribly pissed that you called him a bad boyfriend in front of the entire restaurant. 

“What do you want from me?” he growls, “I told you that I mixed them up, didn’t I? You know how I am, I’m always mixing up all my dates, you know that.”

“I've been planning this shit since March, Taehyung. March.”

“Yeah and I’m still planning to go! Fuck’s sake, I’m trying to tell you that Imma tell Jimin we have to move the trip back by a week! Why aren’t you listening to me?!” he dares to raise his voice just slightly, regretting it the instant your eyes lower in disappointment. 

You take a step back and turn around wordlessly. 

“Babe, I didn’t mean it. Hey, come back”, he says, running after you.

He catches up with you when you are trying to open the car door, squishing himself between the car and your body. 

“Baby, mon amour, hey”, he says, cupping your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry”, he says with big puppy eyes.

“You do not raise your voice at me, do you hear me?” you snarl, intimidating him by inching closer to him until your lips are almost touching. 

Taehyung looks at your lips, inching closer himself. 

“What are you looking at? Did you even hear what I said?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry”, he rasps, chasing your lips. 

“Taehyung”, you move back, “stop tryna kiss me right now.”

“You’re angry. Take it out on me.”

“What? No?” 

“Please, take it out on me”, he begs, “I’m sorry, you know I am”, he means it honestly, “just take it out on me.”

“You’re insane for even thinking that I wanna fuck you right now”, you spit, not meaning a single word. Quite frankly, you love nothing more than making up with him by fucking him stupid in some random public place. That shit gives you such a rush of power.

“Please?” he tries, widening his eyes almost mockingly cutely.

You grab him by the collar of his turtleneck, using your strength to twirl you and him. Taehyung’s back hits the car roughly, knocking the air out of him in a surprised grunt. He blinks quickly to find his focus only to lose it instantly when you slam your lips onto his' in a rough kiss. Teeth collide with teeth first before your lips finally find each other. You both chuckle at the mess up, but pull each other closer. Your hands are restless on the other’s bodies, fighting for the crown of who gets to pull the other closer with more strength. Taehyung likes to argue that he is winning, while you know for a fact that you are the winner. 

You break the kiss, gripping his cheeks roughly. 

“You’re the neediest, fucking brat I’ve ever seen”, you spit. 

“Yeah and you love it, admit it”, he throws back, tugging you close so his knee is lodged between your legs, pressing right against your pussy. The contact sends heat straight to it, riling you up so good.

You growl, lowering your eyes dangerously, “you tryna play with fire here, aren’t you?”

Taehyung moves closer, brushing his lips against yours and keeping the eye contact up even if your visions are blurry. 

“I love the burn”, he rasps, smirking, “so fucking burn me, mon amour, I’m goddamn ready.”

You move closer, grinding against his thigh and gripping a bundle of his hair. 

“You know what to say?” 

“Yeah.”

“Tell me.”

“Red”, he rasps, head dizzy from the harsh tug. 

“Very good. Now unlock this fucking car and get inside.”

The car unlocks with two beeps. Taehyung couldn’t even store the keys back in his slacks and you have already ripped the backdoor open, shoving him inside. He falls on the backseat, scrambling to sit up as you climb into the car as well. The door slams closed behind you, locking automatically.

“Oh? We’re slamming doors now?” Taehyung challenges. 

“Shut up”, you growl, pushing at his chest harshly and climbing on top of his lap. 

You hook your fingers in his belt, tugging his hips into your own. 

Taehyung moans, gripping your hips with a bruising strength. It’s so hot to him when you are rough.

“I want you so fucking bad”, you spit, ripping the belt open and pulling it out of its loops in one swift movement. 

“Fuck, that was hot”, Taehyung gasps, sitting up to kiss you only to get his back slammed into the seats again. He moans, eyes lowering in arousal and lips curling into an amused smirk. Your rough handling is messing up his hair to the point where strands of it are hanging into his eyes.

“Stay down”, you order him with your hand still pressing into his sculpted chest. 

“Shit, you’re hot”, he rasps, kneading your ass vigorously. 

"I know", you dismiss him, running your hand back down to his pants.

The buttons and zipper are opened easily. You’ve opened them a million times before, it is muscle memory at this point. Luckily for you, Taehyung is the kind of man to wear briefs with easy access to his dick. He says it's for simplicity reasons in the bathroom, you know it's mostly because you can get to his dick faster. 

You tug his cock and balls out, causing Taehyung to hiss in reaction, hips rolling up to chase you. He has already hardened a little, but not enough to slip into you. 

You tug on his cock roughly, jerking him off as quickly as the position allows you to. 

“Fuck hah”, Taehyung arches his back, laughing panickedly, “you said no easy entrace for me”, he croaks out, dragging out the vowel of the last word into a needy mewl. 

“You don’t get that tonight, hear me?” you answer him, “you pissed me off, it’s what you get.”

“Fu-uck mon amour, seriously urgh”, Taehyung is laughing as he talks, writhing on the seat while his thighs tense like crazy underneath your pussy. The movement manages to give you the perfect amount of friction to really get you going. You add to it by rolling your hips over his thigh, turning yourself on like crazy.

Not long and your panties are soaked, wetting his slacks as well. Taehyung’s cock is throbbing between your fingers, leaking desperately. Moving your hips is so difficult, your clit feels so goddamn sensitive.

“Fuck, ah fuck. Sensitive”, Taehyung gasps and wheezes, having his head tilted back and his throat on display. 

“You’re leaking so much. You love that don’t you? Love getting your cock jerked.”

“I love that shit”, Taehyung rasps, gripping your hips to guide them over his thighs, “love that wet pussy on my thigh even more, mon amour, love it so much.”

“Yeah? That wet pussy wants your cock, so where’s the condom?”

“Backpocket, my wallet.”

You drop his cock, reaching behind him to fetch for it. 

“You know that you shouldn’t store that shit in your wallet, right?”

“I put it in today, it’s still fresh”, he assures you.

“Tzt” you chuckle, “are we seriously fucking that much?”

“Yeah, I love that we do”, Taehyung says, turning his head just to bite your neck softly. 

“Hey”, you move back, slapping his chest, “don’t bite me.”

Taehyung chuckles, smirking mischievously. 

“Little brat”, you mumble, turning your attention to the condom afterwards. You rip it open and grip his cock to roll it on skillfully. 

“Well, thank you. I could have done that myself”, Taehyung taunts. 

“You’re a snail, I don’t wanna have to wait for you to try five times before getting it on”, you throw back. 

“That was one time and I was nervous, you know that”, he laughs.

“Yeah? And that one time we fucked at the cinema?” 

“That was because it was dark. Come on, cut me some slack”, he whines. 

You chuckle. He is right, it was pretty damn dark back then. You finish the condom, giving his cock a little spank. 

“Oh”, Taehyung gasps, hips thrusting into your hand and eyes falling down to his cock. It’s throbbing just slightly.

“Done”, you say, massaging the burning spot with skilled fingers. 

“Fuck, hurry up. Need you, hurry please”, he begs, chasing you in needy squirms.

“I am, don’t stress me”, you throw back, climbing on top of him after taking your panties off.

You lower yourself, holding onto his shoulder with one hand while the other is holding his cock in place to move your pussy over his heated tip. It fits right between your folds, grinding against your clit as you move your hips. The friction is making your toes curl in your shoes. So good. So goddamn good.

“It’s sad you can’t feel how wet I am”, you taunt, “cause I’m fucking soaked.”

“Don’t say that”, he whines, “fuck, that’s what I hate about fucking in public. Can’t we do it without a condom?”

“What? And I gotta walk around with cum dripping outta me? No, thank you.”

“But mon amour”, he whines. 

“Don’t mon amour me right now, you get what you get”, you say, dropping down on him without warning. 

“Fuck! Darling!” he yelps, back arching off the seats and fingers almost breaking your hips from how tightly he gripped you. He whimpers and grunts, face contorted in a grimace of surprised pleasure. You soak that view up like a dry sponge. It’s so hot to surprise him with your pussy. He's oh so pretty when that happens. 

And quite frankly, you love doing it because it feels so good. Taehyung’s cock is made for you, feeling like a lost piece of you finally returning each time he sinks into you.

You rock back and forth for now, helping your pussy get used to his girth. He doesn’t hurt, of course he doesn’t, but fuck there is so much of him to get used to. So goddamn much. 

“Shit Taetae”, you moan, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear to moan, “you’re so goddamn big, fucking love that”, you croak, basking in the needy whine he lets out. 

“Mon amour…fuck”, he rasps, keeping you close with his strong arm around your waist. Like this your back is slightly arched and his cock is angled right against your g-spot, clit grinding against the fabric of his slacks as well.

“You’re made for me, your cock’s mine. All mine”, your voice is straining pleasure, “all of it. All mine.”

“Yours. It’s your cock, all of it, yours”, he moans and gasps, head rolling to the side now that you are kissing along his neck. The collar of the turtleneck you tug down for now.

“Yeah, mine. You’re mine”, you rasp and bury your teeth in his neck. 

“A-ah”, Taehyung whimpers pathetically, fingers squeezing your sides and cock growing even harder inside you, “please”, he begs, “please harder, please.”

You bite deeper, basking in the shaky moan he lets out and the aggressive buck of his hips which follows. Another follows right after and another and another and then you realise that Taehyung has decided to take matters into his own hands and rut right into you. His legs are spread, feet sturdy on the floor of the car for good support and thighs tense in exertion. 

“Yes baby”, the bite breaks as you moan against his neck, “be useful, that’s it, fuck my pussy, that’s it. Such a good boy.”

“It���s so good, it’s so fucking good”, he chants, still squeezing your waist as his cock is fucking up into you. It sounds wet and deep, filling the car with nasty squelching sounds and the dull sounds of impact each time his clothed thighs meet your ass. 

"Keep going, that’s it. Don’t stop", you encourage him with your stomach tingling in ecstasy. You feel every inch of him, you feel it deep inside you, feel it graze your entrance, feel it shape your pussy. It’s turning you wetter and wetter. And so goddamn sensitive.

The car is shaking. People outside most definitely have figured out what was going on behind those fogged up, tinted windows, because you are not subtle. You never really are when you get naughty in public. Maybe it is this thrill of being figured out and caught, which gets you and your terribly hot boyfriend into such fiery situations all the time. 

“You’re shaking the car”, you rasp against him, breath shaky as it leaves you with each thrust. 

“Should I slow down?” he asks, slowing down.

“No”, you slam your hips down on him, taking over for him in harsh bounces up and down his cock, “don’t you fucking dare slow down."

Taehyung pulls a grimace of pleasure, throwing his head back. 

"Oh god, mon amour", he keens, big hands trembling on your hips.

His neck is bruising where you bit him. Your teeth marks are still imprinted into his skin. So deep. You bit him so deep that you are surprised his skin didn’t break. 

You place your hand around his throat and press your thumb into the bite mark.

Taehyung wails softly, nose scrunching up and body writhing beneath you. His cock feels oh so huge inside you, throbbing like crazy and stretching your pussy so good.

"Hurts", he squeaks out.

"I know, I know it does", you growl, digging your nail right into where your canine tooth dug especially deep. 

"Hu-hurts", he sobs softly, arching his back.

"Yeah? Colour?"

"Green", he wails pathetically, thrusting his hips up in a sloppy movement.

"Good. Then you can bear it", you growl, digging your nail into his other canine mark.

"My amour- I mean- ah ahaha", he laughs, squirming deliciously, "mon amour please." 

You are turning him dumb. Good. It’s the only state he should be in right now. Sex dumb and railed into oblivion.

You release his mark and wrap your fingers around his throat instead, squeezing down on his veins. His pulse is racing under your fingertips, his skin is heated.

Your thighs are tensing more, you broaden the stance your knees have on the seats and let yourself drop with more vigour. His cock stretches you out so well, making every inch of your pussy feel like she's on fire. Truly, you never loved getting dick more than you do with your boyfriend. He's made for you. 

Taehyung croaks and whimpers under your finger, eyes barely staying open and lips parted widely. He is so entirely out of it. All he currently is, is a throbbing cock and a pounding head with an aching neck. He is nothing more and he loves that shit.

"I'm dripping Tae, fucking dripping. Your cock’s making my pussy so goddamn wet", you pant, thrusting your hips forward each time he is buried to the hilt. It makes your clit grind against him and quite frankly, scrambles your brain.

"I can't, I-I can't", Taehyung brabbles, shaking his head, "I'm s-so sensitive please s-slow." 

"Stop shaking your head", you order, gripping a big bundle of his hair to pull it harshly. 

"Eek", Taehyung squeaks and grows silent, gasping for air with an agape mouth and his back arching repeatedly.

"You're not making it easier when you’re shaking your head like that", you growl and grunt, "okay fuck hah", you laugh breathily, hips stuttering on his cock, "I'm kinda close." 

Taehyung peels his eyes open upon hearing you. 

"Close?" he croaks, head still pinned to the seat by you. 

"So close, your cock’s so good", you rasp, twisting even more of his hair even if that makes him whimper pathetically, "fuck Taetae, I love you, you sexy bastard", you moan, falling into him in a sloppy tongue kiss. 

Taehyung moans, holding you against him and meeting your struggling hips in deep, long strokes. The kind which makes his entire cock slip in and out of you and which makes you tremble each time he manages to hit your swollen g-spot. Oh what he wouldn’t give for a look at it. His big cock all wet and slick from your warm pussy. He loves that view like nothing else and just imagining it, manages to make Taehyung fuck you even harder.

It shakes the car to the point where it makes squeaky sounds and shakes your body to the point where you feel like passing out.

"Tae", you whimper into his mouth, burying your other hand in his hair as well to pull it oh so tightly, "Tae, don’t stop."

"Mon amour", he moans, licking into your mouth afterwards until you finally kiss him back again. 

You are pretty sure that you managed to fog up the windshield as well. It’s so goddamn hot in this car. You are sweating so much, dress sticking to your body. Breathing is oh so difficult. 

This could also be because Taehyung is drilling into you like a madman and fucking you closer and closer to an orgasm in the process. Perhaps that is also why you can barely even breathe.

Each time your clit grinds against him your toes curl, each time his cock slips back inside your legs tremble, each time he moans into your mouth you feel another ounce of sanity leaving you. 

"Tae, cumming. I'm cumming", you croak, managing to break the kiss just in time so that you can bite the other side of his neck. 

Taehyung wails your name, crumbling right with you. All he wanted was to be bitten again. Paired with your convulsing pussy and your sweet moans and Taehyung knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. 

Your orgasms are hot and angry, forcing you both to rut and grunt and fuck like animals. It is a wonder really that the condom holds and that the car doesn’t completely break underneath you. Both very unlikely to happen, but in this moment you feel as if you are fucking like no other humans have ever fucked before. 

You come down accordingly, both of you growing completely and embarrassingly limp. For the next long seconds the car is filled with your quick panting and exhausted yet happy silence, where neither of you seems to want to calm down first. Your heads are pounding and your bodies feel so completely spent. Oh, how happy you are.

"I don't think I can cum for the next month", Taehyung rasps tiredly, "my balls are shrivelled up."

"Ew", you snort and chuckle, "don’t say that."

Taehyung laughs, "I mean it. I'm done for, you emptied me."

You giggle, "yeah same. I'm spent." 

You hug each other closer. Your fingers run through his hair soothingly while your lips kiss the deep bite mark softly. Taehyung traces your spine, enjoying the warmth of you with closed eyes.

"You know that I'm actually planning to talk to Jimin, don’t you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I do. Sorry, I overreacted a little. I'm just so excited for that trip and when you told me about the trip you planned on our weekend, that hurt me because I thought you didn’t even care."

"I know. God, I’m so sorry mon amour. I seriously suck with dates, I thought our trip's a weekend after the tenth." 

"I know", you chuckle, "doofus, that’s why I'm always telling you to put stuff in your calendar." 

"Imma actually start doing that", he says and laughs, "fuck, I’m so done for though. Love make up sex so much."

"Yeah same."

"And I love you too, you sexy bastard", he says, making you chuckle.

"Urgh god, don’t quote my cringe sex influenced dirty talk back at me", you whine, forcing a tremble of laughter through him.

"No I love it, keep talking dirty. It gets me going so good, mon amour." 

"Okay, okay I will", you say and giggle, nuzzling into him for just a whiff of his sweet scent.

Taehyung pats your butt softly, sighing contently.

"Did you pay by the way?" he asks.

"Me? I thought you paid", you gasp, lifting your head.

Your widened eyes meet in a scared look.

"Are you joking?" he asks.

"No. Are you?" 

"No."

Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my god, mon amour, we're criminals. We gotta go back inside and pay", he gasps, cracking you up completely.

"We're so dumb, oh my god", you laugh and Taehyung laughs right with you.

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 22)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | eventual smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this will most likely have narrations | god-awful pet names | unprotected sex | cockwarming

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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NOTE: This contains narration.

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​You had no idea how long you'd been sitting on Satoru's lap, his engorged dick remaining in​side you, flesh on flesh. He wanted to try fucking you raw and thought it a good idea to challenge you to another bet. By this point, it was a war of attrition, with the two of you waiting for the other to give in and make the first move. The way your legs were positioned was killing you, and you seriously just wanted it to be over.

"You know you're at a disadvantage here, so why even make this deal with me?" you had taunted him earlier, but he seemed confident in himself as he said, "You'll be begging me to move sooner than you think."

Satoru was playing dirty, agitating you by shifting on the couch underneath you, claiming he was just adjusting his position. He was, of all things, fiddling with his phone while you just clung to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders while your head rested on the crook of his neck.

If there was one thing you absolutely liked about Gojo Satoru without question, it's the way he always smelled good, and you weren't referring to his cologne. He could do without it, and he'd always smell clean and fresh, like morning dew on grass or rain in a bamboo thicket. As much as it annoys you when he would run his mouth when he pulls one of his outrageous antics, his scent calmed you down and, at that moment, distracted you enough not to beg for him to just fuck you to next week.

"I'm bored," you murmured against the bare skin of his hard chest. That was the least thing you were feeling there with him, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Want me to move now? I thought I was gonna lose here." He chuckled, the way his body reverberated driving you to the edge, much like the friction against your walls when he would shift. "Just say the words."

You abruptly pulled away from him. "How long are we gonna keep this up?"

Satoru smirked, his blue eyes hungrily shifting to your lips. "That's up to you, no?" He gave you a peck, but before he could entirely move away, you raked your fingers through his hair, tugging to keep him steady.

"Ooh, feisty!"

"Shut up." You moved closer and deepened the kiss then, not caring what the consequences would be. You knew you were putty in his hands once he started moving his tongue to taste you while his hands moved to play with your breasts underneath your shirt. Your little make-out session was becoming more heated, and before you knew it, you were grinding your hips against his.

At that, he gripped you by the waist, a triumphant smile spreading across his mouth. "You lose." He ground you harder onto him, and that was the last straw, making you moan wantonly.

"I don't care, baby. Just fuck me like you mean it."

A growl ripped through his throat as he stood up, carrying you to bed, mindlessly walking as he kissed you like a starved man.

"Satoru, hurry."

"I got you, sweet cheeks."

He took long strides, placing you on the bed without pulling out of you. He placed both of your legs over his shoulders as he maneuvered your body into a mating press. And then, finally, he pulled out of you until only the tip of his cock remained. The friction was enough to make you lose your breath, pulling a choked-out cry from you when he slammed back in.

His name spilled from your lips as he rammed in and out of you, spurring him over and over again to go faster, harder until you were teetering at the edge. You watched his cock slip in and out of you, the stretch and drag within your walls whenever he enters making you incoherent.

And in your fucked out state, your eyes slowly moved to Satoru's face, his white locks matting against his forehead and his mouth slightly parted, panting as he guided you to ecstasy. The little sounds he makes were pretty, you find yourself thinking as you reached out to touch his face. And what a beautiful man he was.

"…toru, kiss me," you whispered, and if he wasn't looking at you, he would have missed it and the way you smiled at him in a daze, making his heart race and for his movements to stutter. Nonetheless, he complied, savoring how you tasted and felt, holding onto him like your life depended on it.

"Oh god, sweetheart, I'm close," he told you in staggered breaths.

"M-me, too."

He looked at you, the blue of his eyes nothing but rings around his blown-out pupils. "Baby, fuck…where do you want me to –"

"Inside," you told him. "Cum inside me."

"Huh?" He looked incredulous but pistoned into you like there was no tomorrow anyway. "You sure?"

Your response was nothing but a weak nod as you let out a high-pitched moan, feeling that familiar feeling of being on the brink, your breath snagging as he drove into you harder, hitting that spot he was sure would make you come undone. One last stroke was all it took before you were cumming around him, the way you were squeezing, making him follow right after. You felt unbelievably full as he rode you through your high, thick ropes of his seed painting your walls white until you were leaking with your mixed essences despite his dick still inside you.

Satoru collapsed on top of you, broken laughter escaping his lips in hot puffs of air against your neck. "Damn, that was so good."

The two of you stayed that way for a bit, catching your breath while you played with his hair, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the companionable silence.

"Can I stay the night?" he asked softly, to which you nodded wordlessly. "Yeah?"

"Yes, Satoru." You shrugged. "We can binge on snacks while we watch something or whatever."

"Sounds good. But first…" He pulled away but lifted you with him, still buried in you. "Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

You merely laughed as you held onto him. "I'd like that."

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© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20230809]

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Heeeey dear! (≧∇≦)ﾉ for ask game <3

🖐️ - what would they do if they are asked to “shake my hand in character”

🐌 - they are gifted a snail. What do they do with it?

🧸- do they have a special plushie?

For Jodie, Franca and Nanette!🧡✨

ANN HELLO!! <3 Lovely to see you my dear!

ok, here we go >:)c

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🖐️ - what would they do if they are asked to “shake my hand in character”

Jodie: She would take it firmly, give it one firm shake, then quickly let go. She is polite and professional.

Franca: probably stares at it for a couple seconds depending on whether she liked/respected you; if you have achieved the liked status, she would give it a gentle shake but if you haven't... don't expect one.

Nanette: handshakes? no, get in here for a hug! One big squeeze and a mirthful laugh later, you have been greeted by Nanette. <3

🐌 - they are gifted a snail. What do they do with it?

Jodie: Calls it Frank. Human Frank would not be so pleased. She thinks Snail Frank shouldn't be intimidated, it's just because Human Frank is jealous that he pulls the name off better (she has a strange sense of humour ok?)

Franca: Refuses it. Why the fuck does she want a snail for? Get it away from her, it could have germs and shit like that- geT IT AWAY- FUC-

Nanette: makes a little home for it and takes it to the nursery she works at on the military base, it becomes the resident nursery snail and the children take turns to learn about how to care for it and by extension pets in general. It would be a great tool for learning little things like that in Nanette's mind.

🧸- do they have a special plushie?

Jodie: unfortunately, she does not. Not that she wouldn't like one, though!

Franca: Yes, but she will never admit that she does. If the team found out, her reputation would be forever ruined. (It's a scruffy looking, barely holding together sheep dog she got as a kid).

Nanette: YES! It's a cute little bear plushie! One of the eyes was sewn on wrong so it looks like it's looking in two different directions, but it's special because it was the first this that John got her as a lil gift. It has his voice in it saying that he loves her and reminds her that 'it'll not be long before I'm home' - it was his first deployment since the start of their relationship when he gifted it her. He got it so she wouldn't be lonely (yes he probably sprayed his cologne on it so it smelt like him, but has since lost that scent). The bear is, of course, wearing a kilt.

Even though I am loath to admit that MW3's ending happened, I will leave you with this: she presses that bear to hear Johnny's voice quite a lot, as it brings her and their daughter a lot of comfort. It's like he's still there, somehow, telling them it won't be long before they meet again. (Catch me crying into my tea.)

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ty again!! I enjoyed the snail question, I was giggling at the idea that Franca actually really hates them but tries to brush it off as 'it's dirty and I don't want it near me or my medkits pls'. Johnny probably chases her around with it, saying it wants a kiss or something. Why is she friends with him, why? nanette come get yo man

Anyway! hope you enjoyed the read and much as I enjoyed the write! <3 <3

[karimwillia]

Part 11

Warnings: Teen Flashback Violence

Riri rushes to the second floor restroom crying.

*Flashback*

“Good Night Shuri.” The words echoed in her ears as Shuri left Ri’s house. This internet thing had to end now. Tonight was her Homecoming proposal all going to waste because of Xavier. She calls one of Baba’s old students basically her big brother M’Baku. “Brother I need your support with something.” “Do I have to fight little sister?” “Only you if you want.” Shuri explains the situation with Xavier and how he has the internet trying to dirty up her name and maybe she mentioned Riri. “Sister I will help you but after this you have to think smarter. Your anger is not going to solve this for the long run.” “Brother I know but for now I just need him taken care of.”

They meet at the game and Shuri texts Xavi to meet her in the women's locker room across from the field. It is not used during football season so it is the perfect cover in case things go crazy. Xavi enters the door and M’Baku moves behind him and locks it. “Xavier what is your problem? You are making fake accounts now?” With a sinister smirk playing on his face, Xavi steps closer to Shuri. “Just getting my revenge Superstar. Or did you forget I was passed up on my NIL deal for you?” “All this over an NIL deal are you crazy? I didn’t even take the deal.” “I know that’s why you deserve this. I’ll never have another shot and I am going to make it so you don’t either.”

Shuri explodes and pushes him up into the lockers. “If all this is about me, why are you bringing Ri into it? Disrespecting her with your comments.” “She was just my in because you are such a goodie goodie I used what I had. Also she just sexy asf fuck under them boy clothes and I don’t get denied if you know what I mean.” Shuri knocks him across the face for that last part busting his lip. He starts to come after Shuri but M’Baku grabs him. “X this is the end of the line. I will not tolerate another moment of disrespect toward her. I will personally make life very hard for you if you do. As for me and you. We will see if I never have another shot.”

*end of flashback*

Riri is leaning over the sink looking at herself in the mirror. The crying made her throw up but she’s not sad. She’s happy and disappointed in herself. Shuri is the one hands down there is no question she’s got to make it right the anxiety is real but no more running. She calls her sister because lunch and free period are soon so she must act fast. Shuri LOVES sweets, roses and corny stuff. So Riri hatches a plan to do the cornetist thing she knows to do.

Lunch rolls around and Sharon brings Riri all the elements she needs right at the start. Riri goes and waits at the end of the tunnel to catch some of the girl basketball players so they can help her stage and convince Shuri to come to the main locker room after the lunch pick up game. MJ is there waiting as lunch comes to a close so she can record.

Al is the major key to this because she agreed to get Shuri to the main locker room. “Yo Shuri, come back to the main with us. You got to stop sulking.” “Al I am not sulking you know I like my peace time after the pick up. Today was crazy, plus my girl is still not talking to me.” “I know but just for a second I got something that can cheer you up.” Unsuspecting Shuri follows Al into the main locker room. The lights were off but someone was standing in front of her locker Shuri noticed. Flipping on the light the team was standing holding out a rose to Shuri. In the middle stood Rihanna with a corny note on a huge post it.

“Baby I need you to know I’m sorry for being so scared and stubborn. When you told me you had my back I never knew to what extent. But today I realized there's no limit. So I’m done running. I want you and I’m with you no matter what. You are my air.” The note reads Will you go to Homecoming with me? Yes box, No box and Maybe box. Shuri walks up slowly nodding a yes before kissing Riri. All of this was captured on live that everyone’s phone got a notification for so her statement to Shiri could be done out loud. Riri loves being a genius sometimes.

The team claps and cheers rooting them one as the live ends and they decide to go to the smaller locker room to talk. Shuri is leaning on the lockers smiling down at Ri. Ri holds her gaze and smiles back. “I am sorry how I reacted was not fair to you and I realized that before today, I just felt I had to find the right moment.”

Shuri pulls Ri close and holds her chin so they can look into each other's eyes. “I accept your apology. It doesn’t need to be perfect for you to talk to me. All I want is to know what’s going on so I can help.” Riri closes her eyes and smiles. “Somehow you read my mind this time though.” Throwing her head back, Shuri laughs. “Wow, I think I can read it now. Actually.” Smirking devil like she leans in to kiss Riri. Parting for just a moment. “I don’t need everything perfect. You can talk to me even if you don’t know what to say.”

Ri closes the gap between them again. This kiss is longer and egar. Shuri runs her hands around Riri’s body to the small of her back, biting at her bottom some. This causes Ri to part her lips and Shuri takes the lead of adding tongue. They kiss and explore each other making out until the bell.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @dominiquesheart

[stillsilly3]

Shoku x tsuruzo cuz their adorable ☺️ (also might be a little 12+🙂)

A little kaga x geiju cuz yes

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Tsuruzo: hello sweetie..I’m hungry~

Shoku: Oh well..eat something! I made food^^

Tsuruzo: I’m not talking about food ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Shoku: eh? Then what?

Tsuruzo: god you’re too innocent

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Shoku: Hiii tsu! I brought food for yo- huh?

Tsuruzo: Shoku!! Tell HER that im better at acting and im gonna be a future star!

Kizana: OH PLEASE~ I’m the better star here since I am the drama club’s leader~

Shoku: uh…you can both be good actors since you have skills..

Kizana: you’re just too nice darling~

Tsuruzo: ugh whatever..anyways hello Shoku~ may I have one?

Shoku: uh..s-sure? Heh..

Tsuruzo: thank you! Taste amazing as always~ *kisses Shoku’s cheek*

Shoku: h a p p y

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Geiju: uh..Shoku..I have a question

Shoku: what’s up geiju?

Geiju: so..you know how I was sleeping over at kaga’s house?

Shoku: Mhm

Geiju: well..when I got back you weren’t there so umm..I was wondering

Geiju: why the actual fuck is there a used condom on the ground when I woke up?!

Shoku: no more questions…(DAMN IT TSURUZO I KNEW IT WAS BETTER TO GO TO YOU’RE HOUSE

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Tsuruzo: *gives a rose to shoku* here you go darling~ for giving me such an amazing show yesterday~

Shoku: tsuruzo..WE’RE IN PUBLIC!!!

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Kaga: geiju is better 😍

Tsuruzo: nonsense! Shoku is 10x better since he can make delicious treats!

Kaga: hmph~ but can he make you pose naked for reference~?

Tsuruzo: e-eh???

Shoku: ew wtf geiju you make kaga strip and make him pose?

Geiju: yes. And I get a reward after. My legs hurt..🥲

Shoku: OH!too much Info

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Amai: hey shoku. Why didn’t you come to club activities yesterday?

Shoku: u-uh…

Seiyo: he was getting his a- mmmfhh!!

Shoku: nothing nothing!!! I Just uh..overslept since I was taking a nap!! I’m sorry.

Aija: Mhm..sure Shoku sure..

Drama club

Kokona: Oh hello tsuruzo! Uh why didn’t you come to club activities yesterday?

Tsuruzo: mmm..I was too busy for all that~

Kizana: what could POSSIBLY be more important then coming to club activities?!

Shozo: I know why he didn’t come

Kizana: why?!

Shozo: a good friend never tells his secrets *winks at tsuruzo*

Tsuruzo: *winks back*

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Shoku: why..

Tsuruzo: tf you mean why?

Shoku: WHY DID YOU GO SO HARD? 😭😭

Tsuruzo: cuz I felt like it ☺️

Shoku: you’re carrying me to school tomorrow

Tsuruzo: okay fair

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Tsuruzo: give me a kiss

Shoku: no..

Tsuruzo: whyyy🥺

Shoku: because..you..you were being mean..

Tsuruzo: 🥺🥺 pwease for meeee

Shoku: no..hmph..

Riku: kokon- AAA

Saki: *with pepper spray* BEGONE THOT SHE’S MINE

Riku: I JUST WANTED TO GIVE HER A NOTE FROM THE TEACHER!

Saki: oh..oops..

Kokona: riku..😭

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Itachi: so..may I ask why the locker room was locked..and I heard mumbling that sounded like moans?

Gema: Bro..there was someone in there doing the dirty..

Shin:..uh..I have a feeling..it could have been..um..kaga and geiju?

Kaga: I mean we totally would BUT it wasn’t us

Geiju: do me a favor and kill yourself with your chemicals

Kaga: anything for you my life 🥺🥺

Geiju: wait no-

Uekiya: shoku tsuruzo? You two are being too quiet? Was it you guys..?

Shoku: n-no..heh..I was uh..um..*sweats*

Tsuruzo: lol yeah it was

Itachi: that’s gross..why didn’t you clean up after yourselves..there was white stuff all over the place 😭😭

Tsuruzo: we were late so I didn’t have time to clean up. Sorry not sorry

Shoku: I sometimes ask myself why I’m dating a sex addict 🙁

Tsuruzo: because you wuv me :3

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Shoku: here you go tsu!

Tsuruzo: ..feed me..

Shoku: eh?! Um okay..?

Tsuruzo: feed me your c-

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[uraharasandals]

YO just wanted to ask who ur fave bleach characters are! I like Toushiro the most, but Karin and Momo grew on me after my recent Bleach binge!

HEY I LOVE THIS QUESTION thanks for giving me chance to ramble about my favourite characters *insert maniac laughter*

URAHARA KISUKE

So as you can see from my URL I obviously love Urahara Kisuke!! He’s such a complex character and I guess I have a thing for Miki Shinichirou because his voice is *chef’s kiss* In the beginning we don’t really think much of him - he’s like the sensei character that almost every anime has that guides the main character (Ichigo). And in the context of an (what seems to be in the beginning) urban fantasy it’s not very jarring to have some random guy appear, and I love how he stands out subtly while also fitting in at the same time. His outfit and entire get up as well - a guy who wears geta with a bucket hat and haori is perfectly normal in Japan, and it actually looks cool on him. He looks like a normal guy and that's what fucks with the audience.

And then you go forward and realise he's a wacky character. He lives with a very hot woman who transforms herself into an equally stunning cat, the definition of a himbo presenting genius, and two kids. Seems like a dysfunctional found family dynamic that would come out of a sitcom, doesn't it? OH BUT WAIT it actually is one!! And these people are actually very fucking powerful!! Why the hell does this man have so much shit lying around?? Is he strong or something?

It's not until the swing back the pendulum arc that we find out he is, in fact, a very strong guy™. I love how little character development Kisuke gets in terms of his personality - most of the central character gets a major revamp; a lot of the Gotei 13 captains either get a reality check on their personalities (Soifon, Byakuya, Hitsugaya etc.) or they decide to go completely fuck it (looking at you, betrayal trio). The ones who don't are 'mentor'-like characters, the ones who are old and mature enough that something like a guy upending the very principles of Soul Society wouldn't affect them very much. Because Kisuke is one of those older characters, he doesn't need a personality change, but also the fact that he hasn't changed much from 100 years ago is very in character for him - or so we thought.

The fact is Kisuke actually very much did get a character change - to be more precise, a change of principles. 100 years ago, his morals are more clearly defined than the present. Sure, he recruits his employees from the Maggot's Nest, but he also tried to defend his innocence against Central 46 and was adamant to do so until Yoruichi broke in and kicked ass. He also struggled with saving Hiyori during that fateful night. This is obviously a part of his personality that points to adhering to the side of caution - which is in line with his entire personality; Kisuke is very much someone who doesn't do anything unnecessary, someone who puts on a friendly mask to exist because giving in to those deeper desires requires compromise. So he doesn't - he doesn't because that's the path that allows everyone to accept him and allows him to slip under the radar. He doesn't want to stand out, you see? And that's what makes him so endearing - everyone is running around playing hero or captain and he just,,,wants to chill in his dysfunctional family and makes stuff. Even though he stops deliberating on the means of how he does things in the present (e.g. Playing dirty in all the battles he's part of, casualties not being his priority in his plans etc.), that sense of wanting to fade into the background is still very much there (I.e. that conversation with Aizen when he's being sealed away).

And that makes him so frustrating to see at times, but also a very multi-faceted character!! Because under ordinary circumstances, anyone would want to stand out, especially when you have such talent and intellect as Urahara Kisuke. Yoruichi even berates him for this - when she nominated him for the 12th Division, he didn't want it and she tells him to shut up. It's interesting how well this aspect of him was written, and I really like the portrayal of his character.

Not to mention his zanpakutou - she intrigues me so fucking much?? There's an analysis of Benihime with Urahara's character that really tackles his personality and it just clicked for me (I'll reblog it someday) but basically there's a sense of masochistic tendency to punish himself and to hide his genius away. And you have to wonder - why does this man do this? What kind of past did he have? Kubo really has to write this because it's literally a crime to leave us hanging like this.

And of course, the fact that he's so fucking queer coded. I can't really elaborate on this because there's no one aspect that signals that to me, but I'm sure queer people understands this - his character is one that doesn't have traditional values of masculinity attached (100 years ago even Shinji, who had long hair, would have a stronger sense of 'traditional' masculinity attached to him, I'd argue) and yet he's still very powerful.

Overall I'd say his intelligence and character design and personality is what makes me love him so much!! And the fact that he treads the thin line between seriousness and humour, being the mentor and the clown/fool. At the end of the day Urahara is the only one who doesn't take himself seriously. And that's very fascinating.

SHIHOUIN YORUICHI

Slightly less like an essay now, largely because I haven't delved into the manga yet so I don't know the back story and more intensities of other characters, esp Yoruichi.

Anyways first thing and reason is that she's hot. She's insanely hot and I appreciate that we got the ponytail on her rather than a female character who's either a tsundere or has a big chest. Yoruichi is able to make her fully clothed self look even more appealing than when she's half naked, which is an absolute shame that Kubo decided to go with that design afterwards. And the fact that she's able to turn into a cat?? Something that was somehow sidelined after her human form was revealed?? Very very rude.

I also love how she subverts expectations. She's a noble, but she's not prim nor proper, and the one time we see her acting like one is that procession in Soifon's flashback. She's a woman, and yet arguably one of the best fighters in the entire series. Unlike a lot of stereotypical female characters, Yoruichi doesn't just use kicks - she throws hard punches and slaps when she needs to, and uses her entire body. I really love the fluidity of her design that Kubo shows because it makes her so beautiful - and it just combines violence and beauty so well??

Yoruichi also doesn't really give a shit about social conventions either, and that in such a socially stratifying society like Soul Society (too many s's) is so attractive - especially since she's a noble because honestly, what can they do? It's this boldness and rebellion that draws me to her.

And again, her being very queer-coded. I love simping over characters who could very much be queer but aren't written as such - your loss, Kubo, really.

HIRAKO SHINJI

This toothy grinning bastard has captured my attention for some godforsaken reason and I can't figure out why?? Maybe it's his Kansai accent. Maybe it's the fact that his character design is so unconventional and things that normally shouldn't go together did come together and ends up depositing this man onto my lap. It's a strange feeling but Hirako Shinji is definitely up there.

(but also I love myself some long haired men. Why didn't he grow it out again in the TYWB. Why did he get a fucking cravet instead. Go back to the long hair Shinji)

Other characters I love but don't want to write an essay on (yet): Ishida Uryuu, Yadomaru Lisa, Otoribashi Rose, Kyoraku Shunsui, Coyote Starrk, Shutara Senjumaru, Ayasegawa Yumichika (also Shihouin Chika and Saitou Furoufushi, of course)

Please tell me more about your blurbos!! I'm very intrigued on why you love them

[zilveed]

Authors note:

Tristan and Abood are friends of ours. all Chapters have a different author. This started off as a joke, a friend asked me to write something about 'm and since I saw a great way to bully the both of them, I took it. Quickly got passed around the friendgroup. "double it and give it to the next person" with that being said. Goodluck getting through this 💀

(Chaptor 1) Snap out of it.

Author: Zilveed

Loud footsteps echo through the school hallway as Tristan makes his way towards colourless. He's fed up with the situationship. He wants him for himself and he wants him now.

"So yeah, that's all." Colourless said as he smiles sheepishly, staring at the ground. Issa smiles back at him. His hand gently going up to cup his face for a small second. tenderly putting a strand of hair behind the twink's ear.

Colourless go's red as he stammer out." O-oh thank you. I didn't notice there was a h-"

Having watched and heard everything from afar Tristan comes storming in. Absolutely fuming. "We need to talk. Now." he demands. Colourless jumps up slightly as issa raises an eyebrow at Tristan. Why did he have to ruin the moment? "Yo calm down Tris." he exclaims. "We were having a-"

"I don't give two fucks about what *you* were doing!" He jabs his finger in issa's chest. "I'm here for what's mine." With out another word or warning colourless find him self being dragged away, Tristans grip on his wrist firm, leading the way.

"Trist-" Colourless says, being rudely cut off. "Shut up!" As Tristan pushes the storage closet open throwing colourless in. "Abood how are you this oblivious?! You let other man flirt with you all the fucking time and you seem oblivious to their intention!" He yells. "It's almost like you ignore what we've got going on! Why?! Am I not good enough!? Do I have t-" *nghf* suddenly he feels something on his lips.

"Shut up." Colourless exclaimed. "No I'm not going to!" letting out a annoyed sigh. Why does he always complain? Not today. "Then I'll just make you shut up Colourless takes control of the situation. As he pushes him against the wall, his tounge fiercefully fighting his. Tristan gives in easily. This was al he wanted after all. He wanted him, so so badly for so long now.

Breaking the kiss suddenly. he forces colourless on his knees. He quickly whips it out. "fucking suck, like the dirty femboy you are." Colourless looks up a little flustered. "And what if I don't?" *slap* colourless head flies to the side for a second. "Don't talk back to me. Fucking suck." He demands again.

Reluctantly colourless starts slow, using his hands to tease a little. Not wanting to give in to his demands just now. After a few seconds he slowly starts to lick. Tristans head flicks back as he covers his mouth. "Fuck" hey moans and groans under his breath. His hands find his way to his hair as he grabs hold of it. Guiding him and abusing his throat to his liking.

Something about this was increadibly thrilling. The fear of getting caught is only turning them on even more. With out warning, Tristan combust back in the throat of colourless. "Swallow bitch there's people starving in Africa." Colourless spits it out. "No Fuck you. Maybe don't look so eager next time and then I'll reconcider."

Dissapointed Tristan sighs "Oh my fucking God. You're so frustrating." Colourless wiped his mouth before standing up. "Take it out on me later. I have a date with issa after this."

(chapter 2)

Author: Raymond

Bisexual? bipolar? nah, by himself.

Colourless got home and went straight to the bathroom. Quickly undressing himself, before jumping in to the shower to clean himself.

Thoroughly scrubbing himself to get rid Tristan’s perfume and the oder left behind on his body. All he wanted was to be clean and fresh for his hallway crush. The one who treated him so gently , showing genuine interest. Issa. He came out as gay, not too long ago after his breakup with his toxic ex Christina. Colourless kept humming and singing while cleaning himself up. His smile going from ear to ear. Finally, after he got out the shower, quickly drying off and picking his best clothes. He does his hair and gets in the car driving to a costa coffee in the erea as they were boycotting starbucks.

Finally having arrived colourless walked and saw issa from a far. BUT, before he could wave or say anything to him. He saw issa speaking to someone else. a girl, his ex. As colourless got closer and closer. As he hears them a lot clearer, whilst approaching. “Im so happy to have you back Christina” issa spoke. Sounding sincere, holding her hand tight.

Aboods heart sank to the depth of his ass crack almost escaping through it, “im gonna go hang out with my friend in a bit. The dude thinks its a date, but im just using him for his money and running” He laughed. But. Colourless started to tear up. Tears slowly began forming in hjs eyes as he began running, sprinting even back out the door. Untill he gets in his car. Issa not noticing a thing.

Colourless began hitting his hands repeatedly on the steering wheel, his tears still flowing out of his eyes “Once again! Stabbed in the back.” he says hyperventilating for air as he desperately tried to breath, but the tears and sobbing stopping him from being able to get a full breath of fresh air. It feels like hours have passed as his hands begin throbbing. manyT tears had been shed to the point it left a marks on his face. Finally deciding to drive home, he put his phone on the mount and turned on his gps. He's in the midst of looking up a new location for the gps, when Tristan sent him a message inviting him over. "I know you had a date planned, but I think I'm more important." Colourless who was emotionally fucked at the time, changed his gps'ses location to Tristan’s and drove.

Tristan began preparing the room’s atmosphere. Lighting up scented candles and dimming the lights. After an hour of preparation he finally went and got ready.

Colourless arrived shortly after and leaped into Tristans arms, tears began flowing again as he cried and wept. Tristan sushed him and let him to the shower, slowly undressing him on the way there. "I know ya way to destress, Darling. Leave it to me.'

They finally got under the shower, Tristan’s member rubbing on colourless back making him groan, feeling exited and eager. Tristan then grabbed his member and sticks it in his ass as deep as he could. The shower which had felt so cold a moment ago now felt like a furnace to colourless. Tristan began stroking colourless his member. With the other hand he began pinching dooba’s nipple. Gently moving in and out as to not hurt him too much. pain slowly began turning to pleasure and colourless went from screaming to moaning louder and louder before letting out a load from all the stoking. His poor member had to go through so much. Walmart Harry Potter than turned the twink around, colourless who had just gone through post nut clarity, had finally realised what he was doing and his face turned bright red. Covering his face in one swift motion as to not see anything that was happening,but certainly feeling it though.

Having noticed this, Tristan lifts the twink up by his hips each step taken, making his member go in an out making dooba squeal in pleasure, tightening up even more in the process. Finally reaching the bed he put dooba down in such a way that they were in doggy style and began roughing dooba’s ass cheeks up as he vigorously humped and fucked his anal hole showing no mercy to any part of his body, wet, afraid and aroused.

The slapping awakened a new thing in colourless having never felt such painful pleasure before. He didn’t know wether to enjoy it or to refuse it, but after the third slap things became clear. Pain had turned to pleasure and he began tightening up even more.

Tristan turned colourless his face and started making out, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues like never before. Reaching territories they didn’t even know they had in their mouths. Feeling that he was about to let out the best load of his life Tristan broke the kiss and screamed his love for colourlrss before letting it all out inside. Emedietely passing out beside colourless who was also worn out and feel asleep shortly after. Not even attempting to cover up or to clean up after themselfs.

(Chapter 3) How to make it worse

Author: Robert

With the sun rising, shining brightly through the crack of the black, now parshially white blinds. There lated the couple. A twink and a whining bitch, together under the blankets spooning.

Tristan slowly started to wake up from his peacefull slumber. He looked over his twink, colourless. Fast asleep cuddled up in his arms.

A slight groan escaping his mouth, caused by all the sore muscles, from last night's tough tryst.

"Goodmorning beautfuls." He spoke softly in colourless his ear. He gently kisses and licks his neck. Colourless waking up from his deep sleep due to the effection. A small moan escapes his lips as Tristans lips trail down his neck. Yawning ever so slightly he replies. "Morning Pookie." Colourless says

Pushing his hips back ever so slightly against Tristans growing bulge. "Naughty slut" Tristan growls in his ear. "Why do you have to be so rough all the time?" Colourless complains, those complains quickly turning into groans and moans as his voice becomes strained. Meanwhile Tristan is trying to spread open colourless his hamburgers, to prep him for insertion. Trying to cook. Something he can't do in games, because of his high ping that he loves to mention.

Right before Tristan was able to have another steaming love session with his colourless. He was rudely interrupted...

A loud scratching sound could be heard at the door. "Ahwe man. I was just about to get impregnated" Colourless his smile can be detected in his complaint. "oh Fuck off" Tristan says as he smacks colourless his ass so hard he got send back to his own home. Mad Tristan goes out of bed to take a shower. When all of the memories of recent events came flooding into mind...

(Chapter 4) Jealousy?

Author: Suga

Tristan could still faintly feel colorless warmth at the tip of his fingers. He could feel the warmth radiating of his body, a disparity to the cold emptiness that filled Tristan’s house. Tristan had closed his eyes in order to savor the moment, as the shower water dripped to the floor in a systemic pattern.

On the other side of the door, lay colorless as he remained still in the bed, chest heaving up and down as his sweat stuck onto to his skin. His mind flashes back to their one night stand?

Is this even a one night stand anymore?...

They both screamed their love out for each other but was it just in the heat of the moment kind of thing? Does colourless even like Tristan in that way…

He doesn’t know anymore.

The shower was turned off and soon came out Tristan in a towel covering his lower half while water was dripping down his hair. Colourless found that extremely hot. He shamelessly kept staring at Tristan as he changed into sweats and a shirt.

“Like what you see?” Tristan teased and gave him a wink

“Hell yea” Colourless bursts out with red dusted on his cheeks as he lets out a giggle.

Tristan stared at him with down casted eyes, which turned colorless on, he was about to speak when the door bell started ringing again with much more urgency. Tristan groaned as he sped walk to the door, fixing his disheveled hair.

As Tristan opened the door, he dreaded as a familiar face came into view.

“Chaos?” Tristan was beyond pissed. His eyes bore into chaos’ brown eyes, showing pure distaste. Chaos cowered in fear but managed to let out a sentence, “hey,” he started, “can we talk?”

“I have nothing to talk with you about.”

Tristan spoke sternly.

“Please just for 5 minutes,” chaos pleaded. Tristan gave in as he widened the door and chaos nervously walked inside. Chaos sat on the coach as he fiddled with his fingers before mustering up the courage to look at Tristan again.

Tristan stood tall as he crossed his arms and glared down at him. “Well?”

“Let’s get back together” chaos determinedly stared at his eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” chaos took a deep breath in before he continued, “Look, I know we ended things horribly but I want to fix it, don’t you see we belong with each other?”

Tristan let out a laugh which led to chaos glaring at him, “pfft, you love me? Yea ok what else”

“How can you just forget about our whole relationship like that? After all those dates, meetings with our parents, the convincing it took for them to finally accept us. I treated you better like no man could ever. We need each other. The whole world wanted us together” chaos waited for a response and Tristan didn’t give any. Chaos grabbed his chin, turning Tristan to face him.

“Sorry, I wasn’t listening. I tune out bullshit. It’s a medical condition” Tristan spoke nonchalantly.

The next thing he knew, his face flew off to the side, a burning sensation arose in his left cheek and a mark was growing. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tristan exclaimed, “you were the one cheating on me you slut. Get out of my house”

“It was a mistake!” Chaos panted as he let out a shout, his eyes bristling with tears, “You are the only one I want. Please take me back” he grabs Tristan’s hand but Tristan yanks it away.

“I don’t want you near me anymore” Tristan sternly spoke and he ruffled his own hair, looking away from him.

“I will show you that I’m your true love,” chaos shifted as his eyes darkened, “mark my words” chaos took a step closer to Tristan and grabs his shirt.

He pulls Tristan to him and their lips connect. Chaos roughly kisses him In a desperate need, eyes closed and hand still grasped onto Tristan shirt. The Tristan was too stunned to speak! Eyes widening by each second that passes, he soon comes to a realization and pushes chaos away and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“I told you get the fuck out of my house you creep I don’t want to be near you” Tristan yelled and he shoves chaos aside like a rag doll. Chaos's eyes were brimming with tears as he runs away.

Tristan grips his hair and picks up a nearby glass and throws it against the wall. He dramatically falls into the couch, manspreading as he breaths heavily. Head down, both hands gripping on his hair. His sobs echoed through the silent room. Tears brimming down his cheeks. He bites his lip in frustration as past memories are brought up again.

All while this was happening, colourless went through Tristan’s closet and grabbed shorts and a t shirt before shakily walking to his staircase. His legs felt painful each step but he fought through it. Just before he walked into the living room, he heard loud shouting. He peaks through the wall but what he saw before him made his heart drop 6ft under like all the characters from cyberpunk.

Colourless silently gasps as he puts his hand over his mouth and leans into the wall. His heart was beating so fast and he didn’t know why. It’s not like he likes him or anything. They are just friends with benefits? So why is his heart hurting so damn much seeing them that close it’s not like they’re dating.

He was deep into his thoughts when a door slammed broke him out of it, he jiggled peaked through the wall to see Tristan throwing a glass cup and sitting down on the couch. The noise caused him to flinch.

Colourless slowly walked closer to Tristan afraid to scare him and gently touched his shoulder.

“Hey are you ok” a frown itches on colourless face.

Tristan hovered over colourless, his hands gripping his bare shoulders with a strength that bordered on desperation.

Tears streaked down his face, his sobs hitching between each breath as he looked into his eyes with a mixture of anguish.

The scintillating sunlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon them, illuminating the tear tracks that marred his once immaculate face.

His breaths came in ragged gasps each one hitching with the weight of his sorrows.

Tristan’s gaze bore into colourless, searching for solace amidst the storm of emotions raging within him.

His face bore mute evidence to the conflict that engulfed him, showing lines of misery engraved upon them that said volumes.

Colourless could feel the intensity of his touch, the strength of Tristan’s grip as he sought to anchor himself in his presence.

In spite of the tears that stained his cheeks, there was a raw vulnerability in his gaze and it was a plea for his acceptance.

Tristan’s face grimaced before a sudden shift in his aura. He looks at colourless with a tear stained face as he grabs his wrist and drags him back to his room.

Tristan shoves colourless against the bed room door in a feral matter. Colourless felt his head hit the back of the door. His vision turned blurry and white for a split second, as colourless tried to register the figure that was currently pressing his body against his. Colourless extracted his hand to him, but Tristan grabs both wrist with one hand and swiftly raises them above him, restricting his movements. The more colourless moved, the tighter the hold got.

Colourless vision had just barely cleared up when he realized Tristan looming over him, with his hands hovering over his throat.

Colourless eyes widened as he stared into Tristan’s face, but his stomach churned when he lowered himself to him. He gently squeezed his throat with his shaky hands before he squeezed more roughly.

Their lips connect in a fierce battle, Tristan still gripping onto his neck. Colourless back arches at their friction yearning for more. Suddenly Tristan squeezed his neck more harshly restricting most of his airflow but not enough to kill him.

Colorless let out a gasp mid make out session which gave Tristan the opportunity to force his tongue into colourless mouth. In a hungry manner, he hardened the kiss as his tongue grabs his and suck in motion, exploring every crevice and corner of each other’s mouths with greed that could not be denied.

The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment of pure intimacy.

Soon enough the heat was overbearing, both hurriedly disregarded their clothes and colourless wrapped his legs around Tristan’s waist, lips never once leaving each other.

Tristan maneuvered through his room, carrying the light man. Colourless felt a cold sensation as he was pressed against a window. He lets out a soft gasp and slightly turns his head to look at the outside.

With the contrast of the cool window against colourless warm flesh sent a wave of sensation through him, heightening every touch, every caress.

Tristan glares up at him as he pushes him more against the window, entrapping colourless. He angles himself as he enters colourless roughly without giving him a warning. Colourless wailed at the pain and drops his head onto Tristan bare shoulder blade. His breath hitches at the contact, pain soon turned into pleasure.

Tristan grabs his chin, forcing him to face him. With down casted eyes, his eyes seemed darker even though the sun was illuminating his smooth skin. Tristan grew closer to his ear, blowing on it before speaking.

“I want the whole world to see me fucking you mercilessly you got that slut?” Tristan’s voice deepens as he pushes himself deeper which provoked a loud moan from colourless.

When colourless didn’t reply, Tristan slapped him across the face.

“Y-yes, YES!” Colourless weeped out as he leans his head back against the hard glass. Nails penetrating through Tristan’s skin in a feverish manner.

Tristan continued pouncing on him hitting the spot each time as his teeth dived for colourless canvas of a body, painting marks and marks.

“Show this to everyone that you are mine” Tristan growled #alphasigma #male #mpreg #omegaverse .

Colourless couldn’t even utter a word as his mouth was opened, tongue flinging out, moans and groans were only heard from him.

The sound of clapping and banging from the window were heard.

Tristan intensely strokes colourless member causing it to twitch and soon enough he loaded on Tristan’s hand. Tristan licks it off and began kissing colourless, both feeling his insides. Colourless body was squished against the glass, his sweat mixing with the cold window, causing it to condense.

Tristan breaks out of the kiss and lightly pants as he removes his dick out of colourless anal, causing colourless to let out a whine in protest.

Tristan’s penetrating gaze remained fixed on Colourless face, his eyes resemblance of burning coals, never wavering from his form. His stares were alight with desire.

Tristan lightly smirked at colourless needy face, “awww you want me that bad,” he teases as his finger caresses colourless jawline, his finger settling on his lower lip.

“Please,” colourless beg

“Please what?” Tristan demanded

“Please give me more,” colourless continue begging as he entangles his hand on Tristan’s locks, lightly grabbing it which stimulated something inside Tristan.

Tristan’s movements were almost feral as he pushed colourless onto the bed, making his back sink into the soft mattress.

As Tristan’s touch trailed along colourless body, a rush of heat began to spread through him, awakening a paramount desire within him.

Colourless eyes, filled with a merging of dazed passion and tenderness, locked onto his with an intensity that matched his own.

Tristan who had already made his way to stand beside the bed, grabbed a silver, restraining device.

Tristan hovered over colourless like a predator poised to pounce and took his hands retraining him to the headboard and locking it tightly. He grinned as his gaze pierced through colourless lustful eyes, mouth slightly ajar.

Tristan didn’t squander any more time.

With his weight pressing down against his, he captured his lips in a hungry kiss, his mouth ravaging his with a fervor that left them both breathless.

Their kisses were a symphony of hankering and thirst that each touch emanates from Tristan was transmitting a vibration down onto colourless entire body.

The soft sounds that escaped their lips reverberates the intensity of their ardor, wetting both their mouths with the mingling of their saliva.

Colourless moaned softly as Tristan’s lips captured his tongue once again, their tongues dancing in a sensual duel for dominance. Despite colourless efforts, Tristan always seemed to have the upper hand, his passion consuming him in ways he had never imagined.

Trailing a path of soft, wet kisses, Tristan’s lips traveled along colourless jawline. His untamed breath mingled with his whilst his free hand found its way to his neck.

With a skillful hand, he caressed and squeezed him, eliciting soft gasps and moans of pleasure from colourless lips. Colourless tugged on the handcuffs feeling a discomforting burning sensation on his wrist which enticed him more.

Tristan savored his scent, the intoxicating aroma of his pheromones driving him wild with desire.

His body throbbed with anticipation and his heart pounding with a rhythm that echoed the pounding waves against the shore.

With a fluid, dexterous movement, Tristan rose and positioned himself to colourless anal. With a skillful touch, he guided him to spread them wider, ensuring he had complete seize of his body.

Colourless loudly moaned as he felt every inch of Tristan in him.

“I won’t stop until I release no matter how much you begged me to stop” colourless shuddered under Tristan watchful gaze, knowing he was serious.

Colourless felt pathetic being restricted, eyes rolling back as his head was dug into the pillow beneath him. He yelped and moaned in pleasure. His wrists were probably bruised by now.

Tristan kept one hand on his neck the other on the member all while pounding on him like a mad man which drove colourless insane.

With a silent prayer, colourless surrendered himself completely to Tristan. His body and soul intertwining with his in a dance of love and desire that transcended time and space.

(Chapter 5) The lost memory

Author: Christina

Colorless woke up from his deep slumber in a room he only knew soo well, his head and ass throbbing. He held his head with his hands, not having any memory of what happened last night. He tried sitting up but he was suddenly hit with a sharp pain all over his back. Colorless thought to himself “what happened last night”.

As he was lost in his thoughts, he turned to look next to him and realized that his pookie wasn’t next to him, but what he saw made him remember all of the monstrosities that took place in that very bed that he slept peacefully not long ago.

All the memories came flooding back just like how his ass got flooded last night. His face turned as red as his ass cheeks (Tristan marked his territory on colorless’s ass).

As colorless gained his composer, he was confused as to where his alpha went when all of a sudden, a very naughty idea popped into his head, a naughty idea that was on how to get back at Tristan for breaking his back. He swiftly picked up his phone, excited on what events will take place that night.

Tristans Side

He got up early to meet with Chaos, even though he didn’t want to leave colorless alone in bed after how rough he was with him last night, but he had no other choice as Chaos blackmailed him. He sighed in defeat as he got ready and left to meet up with him.

“So I see that u had quite a fun time after I left.” Chaos claimed after seeing the marks on Tristan’s neck, covered in bite marks and hickeys. “I don’t have to tell you anything. Anyways, get to the point, u dragged me here for a reason and I don’t have time to play your stupid games so make this quick.” Tristan crossed his arms over one another while looking away from Chaos’s gaze.

“What would you like to order? May I interest you in our breakfast menu for a start?” The waiter asked, breaking the awkward silence, there was obvious tension between the two of them. “No thank you, I’ll just have orange juice.” Tristan told the waiter. “I’ll have whatever His Grace will have.” Chaos smirked teasingly at Tristan, his face getting red in anger at what Chaos said. “Alright, that will be coming in just a moment.”

“What the fuck was that?!” Tristan yelled, no longer able to hold his anger. “Calm your balls down young man. It was just a joke don’t get soo worked up over it. Anyways since you don’t have time to talk, I’ll get straight to the point. Im not okay with you going out with colorless… If you guys are even a couple that is…. Or maybe, you are just fuck buddies.” Tristan was gritting his teeth, holding back from just lunging over to punch Chaos’s smug look off his face. “Struck a nerve did i? Anywho, you probably know what about to say but I’ll make myself clear. Stay away from him, you are mine and only mine. Don’t forget the promise you made a long long time ago, and that one video of you-“ “DON’T YOU DARE BRING UP THAT VIDEO, I WISH I CAN JUST PUNCH THE SHIT OUT OF YOU RIGHT NOW UGH” Tristan interrupted Chaos as he stood up and walked away from the table.

All while this was unfolding, Issa witnessed all of that go down. He quickly made a phone call and left before anyone spotted him.

Back to the present

Colorless finally received the order than he paid for in the morning. He smirked to himself and he set everything up and got ready. “Today will be a fun day.”

He took out his phone and called “My alpha skibidi uwu >////<”, he wanted to know what time he will be home so he can get his plan ready on time.

Ring ring ring……. “…..” “H-hello…?” Colorless says as he was shy talking to him. “What do you want.” Tristan the Alpha said in an abrupt way. “O-o-oh… I just wanted to know what time you’re coming back so I can cook us a meal….” Colorless trailed off. “….. I’ll be back in around 2 hours.” “O-okay @///@ ….. See you when you get back home!” Tristan ended the call. Colorless looked at the screen of his phone, seeing his reflection as his phone turned off.

He thought to himself “He’s acting weird today…. Did I do something to upset him? No I shouldn’t think of that right now, I should execute the plan before he gets back.”

Colorless starting unboxing the contents that were inside of the package that he ordered. He hid them under the bed as he took out the two special items that he was anticipating for. Aphrodisiac dark chocolate and pheromones perfume.

As soon at Tristan walks through the door, the smell of burgers was making his stomach growl (Tristan is the only one who can growl since he is the only Alpha Sigma -///-). He followed the smell to see colorless wearing an apron, his back facing Triston. He walked up to colorless, hugging him tight while burying his head into colorless’s neck.

“W-w-w-what are you doing babe?” Colorless asked, flustered. “Why do you smell so sexy today…. Why today.” Tristan said while taking big sniffs of his neck, kissing him and leaving bite marks all over him. “Nghhhh~ not now, the food is still not don- mmmmm~~” Colorless wasn’t able to complete his sentence as Tristan sucked on his neck, hard. “I wont be eating the food you cooked for lunch, I’ll be eating you.” Tristan growled. Colorless blushed soo hard as he turned off the gas as to not burn the food.

Tristan pins colorless onto the kitchen countertop, kissing his lips passionately and at the same time, kissing him roughly. He trails his tongue back to colorless’s neck, sucking and kissing him. Colorless moans louder and louder with every kiss. “W-w-wait!! Before we continue, I have a gift for you.” Colorless exclaimed as he grabbed Tristan’s shoulders, pushing him away gently as he was still kissing his neck. “Can’t the gift wait for after we are done…. I really can’t wait.” Tristian says, looking up at colorless as he was still doing his thing. “It really can’t wait…” Colorless says as he slipped away from Tristan’s grip. “Don’t be mad, but this is a special chocolate that I know you will enjoy very much if you know what I mean.” Colorless explains as he took out the chocolate from the drawer where he hid them safely. “Are you serious… chocolate to make me horny?” Tristan snarls at him. “It will be worth it don’t worry, it won’t give you diarrhea like all the other chocolates normally do so you have nothing to worry about.”

Colorless says as he put the chocolate in his mouth while walking up to Tristan, never breaking eye contact. He inches closer to Tristan, now pining him to the kitchen countertop, he leaned in to kiss Tristan, feeding him the other half of the chocolate through the kiss. Tristan pulls away from the kiss to eat the chocolate. “Bold move coming from you. I like that, you naughty little sausage.” Tristan says as he smirks at colorless, looking at him as if he is a snack. Colorless giggled when he heard Tristan saying that.

Colorless looked away for a second when all of a sudden, Tristan picks up colorless soo effortlessly, kissing him while making his way towards the bed room. Gasping for air, colorless smirks “Looks like the chocolate is already kicking in.” “Oh shut up already.” Tristan says as he threw colorless onto the bed.

Colorless tries to get up but Tristan grabbed his arms and pinned them on top of his head. “Where do you think you’re running of to little birdie?” “N-n-n-nowhere! But I want you to look under the bed, there is a box with some stuff I bought for us to use.” Colorless says as he looked away, trying to hide his flustered look away from Tristan. He got up and looked under the bed and took out the box.

“A rose toy, a gag choker, handcuffs, nipple clips and strawberry shortcake flavored lube? Oh I see what’s going on.” Tristan says as he unloads all of these toys onto the bed. He picks up the handcuffs and grabbed colorless’s hands and cuffed them together. “Now your hands can’t trail off anywhere while we are having fun.” Next he grabs the rose toy to inspect it, there was a remote next to it.

“Guess you are going to find out how well this will work.” He smirks as he started taking off colorless’s pants. “W-w-w-wait! Give me a minute to-“ He was interrupted but a slap to his face. “Since when does the little beta tell me what to do?!” Tristan growls angrily at colorless as he got turned on by that slap. Everything that usually brings pain suddenly feels good and is turning him on.

I guess I’ll be buying more of these chocolates.

Tristan spreads colorless’s legs open, opening the remarkable amazing, spectacular ass crack which has been busted the other night. Tristan grabs the lube and puts it all over his beta’s crack. The cold sensation of the lube made colorless moan softly. ”Oh you won’t be soo loud today.” Tristan says as he took the gag choker and placed it right onto colorless’s mouth. He looked at the scene in front of him, a scene which he had only ever imagined in his wet dreams. He got very turned on.

He didn’t spare a moment and put the little pickle into colorless’s hole, making him jerk and the sudden intrusion, but he moaned through the gag choker. Tristan thrusting deeper and deeper with every second, huffing and puffing like an alpha wolf when mating.

“Don’t you think im forgetting something? All of these stuff that you bought and you won’t feel the pleasure of every single one of them? Well let’s not let them go to waste now.” Tristan said, not breaking his momentum just like CBAT. He grabbed the nipple clips and handed them over to colorless. “Put them on.” Colorless got embarrassed, not wanting to do it himself, he shook his head, trying to hand the nipple clips back to Tristan but he growled back at Colorless. “Oh no you won’t. You are the one to put them not me. And don’t you dare try to make this mistake again or daddy will be angry.”

Colorless complies, with his hands still in cuffs, he tries to put the clips on when suddenly he felt another object going inside him. He jolted his head back, tears welling up in his eyes. Tristan took the remote and turned on the rose toy. Colorless couldn’t hold back his moans and started moaning uncontrollably. His moans could be heard through the gag.

“Fuck I’m about to buss.” Tristan whimpers. His thrusts going faster and faster as he was about to arrive. Colorless was close to the finish race as well. They busted a nut at the same time, Tristan let out an audible moan as he came, he took out his cucumber and removed the gag from colorless’s mouth. He proceeded to let out more of his juices inside of his mouth. “Don’t forget, this is not the first rodeo. Now swallow my children or ill impregnate you.” “Y-y-yes daddy” Colorless choked out as tears were rolling down his cheeks (not his other cheeks). His mouth wide open waiting for his masters juices to fill his mouth.

“Who’s your daddy?” Tristan demands. “Y-y-you are.” “Say it!” SMACKS COLORLESS’S ASS CHEEKS “YOU ARE MY DADDY. TRISTAN IS MY DADDY” Colorless yelps as the shock waves of the smack flowed all over his body. “Good boy. Now take my nut like a champ.” Tristan says as he busted a nut right onto Colorless’s mouth and all over his face. He swallowed all of it while still maintaining eye contact with the Daddy.

“This is not over.” Tristan says as he flipped Colorless onto his stomach, doggy style. “There is still a long time ahead of us, this will take a while.”...

TO BE CONTINUED.

[imoonf1]

PARTY [P.G 10]

Open request ;)

Masterlist

Summary: Maybe bothering your boyfriend so much at a party is not so good, or maybe it is?

Pairing: Pierre Gasly X F! Reader

tw: almost smut, dirty talk

"are you ready chérie?" you heard him say from his shared room while you finished fixing the last details of your makeup. "I just need one more minute hon" and as you said that you took one last look at your dress, not that you're self-centered, but you really did look great, that short blue dress that looked good in all the right places, when you were going to leave the dressing room you heard Pierre about to complain again, but when he saw you he couldn't say anything at all "Oh mon dieu mon amour"

"You like how it looks?" you said as you walked around to show him the whole dress, but when you turned your back you only felt arms around your waist and something hard on your butt "As hot as ever chérie, maybe we should stay today" while caressing your fifties and running a hand down to the edge of your skirt "Pierre, no the others wait for us ther-" "Fuck the others, I need to fuck you " and just before he could throw you on the bed your phone rings "Don't answer, that can wait" trying to kiss you again but you just laughed at him and took the call "hey Charlotte, yeah we are on our way, only Pierre is taking his time, ok see ya" and after ending the call you made a gesture to Pierre indicating that it was time to go "This is not going to be like this, it's going to be a long night for you"

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All the way to the party, you had to listen to the dirtiest comments from Pierre that he had ever said, but in response he had some caresses that were not tender at all from you, but everything ended when they arrived at the place, the party was of some friends that Charles and Pierre had in common, you had seen him once since you started dating Pierre so you didn't know the other people besides some drivers and their girlfriends, but maybe that was going to make the night even more fun, Pierre didn't know what awaited him.

"Look who's here guys, you two took a lot of time" Daniel's words were heard loud and clear, despite the loud music "sorry sorry, it's Pierre's fault, he takes so long to get dressed, but takes so little time on other things" saying the last thing in a lower tone in a double meaning joke and looking at your boyfriend with a smirk, and in response to what you had said to the others they began to laugh at Pierre while he looked at you in astonishment and with a pouting face, after that Charlotte and Heidi came looking for you to go have some drinks and dance a little, and that was a great moment to advance your plan to annoy Pierre.

"What are you going to drink girls?" the bartender said as he looked at the three of them "We want some tequilas " you spoke to him while you leaned on the counter almost exposing your thong because of how short the dress was, you felt a heavy look, and you knew perfectly well that it was Pierre, but you tried to ignore him, after all you came to who to have fun with some of your friends and he is with his friends too, you guys drank a round, then another and another, you had had quite a bit, but enough not to be drunk, but you were quite lively "I think we should go dancing, I don't know what you girls think" you told them both to then receive a nod and grab them by the arms to go to the middle of the dance floor, with each song that was played the excitement rose more and more, but the peak was when you heard work from Rihanna "OH MY"the rhythm was so slow, it had been so long since you danced to this song, while you danced you couldn't stop feeling the looks of half of the men who were there and you didn't really care, you were enjoying the moment "Okay, we're definitely going home right now" you felt Piere's hand grabbing your arm and leading you to the exit "Wait why?" pretending to be innocent while he looked at you with dark eyes "Do you really want me to tell you? Why are you being a whore in front of everyone and making fun of me, and you want to know what is done to sluts like you?" hearing him say that had made you even more wet, if you were already horny by the moment you two shared before coming, there were no words to say how you felt now "What are you going to do to me, umm daddy?" "Get in the car"

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"Stop, stop, stop, I’m sorry, please, Pierre, I’m sorry!” you couldn't take it anymore, i had been spanking you for fifteen minutes, all you felt was your butt itching and your pussy dripping down your legs

“Are you really?” The swats paused.

“Yes i'm sorry! I won’t talk back anymore!”

“You’ll be a good girl? You’ll obey?”

“Yes,” I groaned, and remembered something he’d told me earlier “Yes, Daddy i’ll obey.” at that time i wanted so much for him to put me on the bed and fuck me so hard

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on then?” he said, taking my chin in his hands. “No more sass?”

“I can’t promise no sass. But...I’ll try to be good.” you said playfully

“It’s been two minutes and now you’ll only try to be good?”

“Being good is hard for a bad girl, but you know it may help me be good if you fucked me.”

Pierre just smiled slowly, as if I’d said something silly. He squeezed my cheeks and gave my face a shake.

"Oh, babygirl I can’t make it that easy for you, now can I? That’s no fun. I like watching you struggle.”

"Please Pierre just fuck me and make me cum, I promise not to do it anymore, please“

"if I fuck you it won’t be some quick fuck i’ll make you scream.”

[twinkleimagines]

* your secret’s safe with me*

You’re a pogue with a secret relationship with a Kook. Not just any kook either, the Kook KING. When people start to notice and the truth comes out Rafe tries to deny it since he’s the one who really keeps the Pogue vs. Kook war going . Do you go along or do you decide you’re worth more than secrets ?

“ fuck!” You moaned out loudly as you thrust your hips one more time, riding your climax out over Rafes huge cock. You felt him buck his hips up while squeezing your bottom while groaning, finishing out his own orgasm.

“ that was amazing” you breathed out as you rolled over , flopping yourself back down next to Rafe.

“ fuck yeah it was” he said catching his breath before sitting up, pulling something out of his top drawer on his night stand. You rolled your eyes as you heard him sniff something up his nose .

“ you ever gonna leave that shit alone?” You replied with aggravation, rolling over to face his toned back. He stayed quiet as he continued wiping his nose to catch anything that may have fallen out.

“ I just hate seeing how it’s changing you” you said with a softer tone, placing your head on your hand that was propped up on his pillow.

“ yeah well I’m handling my own shit okay” he said glancing over at you from his shoulder before looking back down and the substance in his hand.

“ heard that before “ you mumbled before sitting up, searching the floor for your clothes that Rafe practically ripped off of you an hour ago.

“ where ya goin?” He spoke as he watched you get dressed.

“ it’s 6 in the morning , don’t you have that thing at the country club with topper and Kelce?” You replied as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, pulling your tangled hair back out of it. Rafe shrugged not getting the memo.

“ soooo if we’re going to keep this a secret-“ you relied, pointing your finger back and forth between the space between the two of you , “ - then they can’t see me leaving and they’re going to be here soon”. Rafe nodded his head before standing up, his sweaty body shimmering with the morning sunlight.

“ yeah true” he stated walking towards you holding your sandals. “ you’re still coming to the party tonight at the bone yard though right ?” He replied standing very close to you.

“ duh” you replied pecking a kiss on his lips. “ wouldn’t miss it “ . Rafe stood for a second as he watched you bend over in front of him, placing your sandals on your feet.

“ just meet me at the spot” he replied before placing a quick smack across your left cheek. You jumped up before scolding him. ‘ the spot’ was the place you both hid secretly for quickies. It was the only spot you could be together at the bone yard that the pogues and kooks wouldn’t see.

“ okay I’ll text you” you replied before kissing his lips again.

“ ok I’m getting a shower “ he replied while running his hands through his hair . “ I smell like good pussy” he laughed out while running his finger tips up your crotch outside of your shorts.

“ you’re fucking nasty “ you laughed pushing at his chest .

****

[text message]

Rafe- you here?

Y/n- yuhh wya?

Rafe- topper wbu?

Y/n- bonfire

Rafe looked up from his phone to see you already looking in his direction smirking. Rafe grinned before looking back down at his phone.

[text message ]

Rafe- you look hot af

You grinned as you looked down at your outfit. You had short blue Jean shorts and a blue bathing suit top on, your hair flowing over your shoulders. You knew you looked hot But it was solely for Rafe.

Y/n - you too ;) I really like your hair pulled down the front like that

Rafe- quicky?

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same tingling feeling at the pit of your stomach as you looked over at a couple of your friends letting them know you’d be right back .

You quickly made your way over to the spot , Rafe following with his red cup of alcohol right behind you.

“ hey princess” Rafe said from behind you. You turned around, lips immediately landing on yours . You giggled into the kiss, the excitement of being in a public area fucking and getting caught ran through you.

“ you can’t go 30 minutes of seeing me without wanting to fuck me huh?” You said , grabbing ahold of his rock hard boner beneath his shorts. Rafe threw his head back in pleasure as you got down on your knees , placing him in your mouth.

“ fuck” he groaned out while placing his hand through your hair, applying pressure against the back of your head. You could feel yourself gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat , moving at a fast pace .

A couple more minutes went by before Rafe pulled himself away from your face. “ turn around” he replied as he pulled you up by your arm, only to turn you around shortly after . You quickly pulled your bottoms down, showing your bare ass before leaning down, placing your hands against a large fallen tree.

Your mouth flew open as you felt Rafe insert himself into you at a fast pace, his hips immediately moving back out only to slam himself back in . You arched your back, your hair draped to one side over your shoulder, swinging back and forth at the motion Rafe had you moving in. You couldn’t hold the moans in as Rafe continued to hit your g-spot over and over as he usually did.

“ hush baby don’t wanna get caught do you?” He replied as he continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips surely to leave bruises . You bit tightly onto your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Rafe groaned loudly as he watched you place one of your hands on your clot, rubbing circles , bringing yourself to your climax . Rafe felt your legs begin to shake, causing him to hold you hip against him.

“ you cumming baby?” He breathed out as he watched your body start to tremble in front of him.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out loudly, causing him to reach his climax as well. Rafe quickly pulled out, pumping himself a few times as his load shot out . You giggled as you watched him finish himself off before tucking himself back in his shorts, you following shortly after to pull your bottoms back up.

“ let me know when you go to leave I’ll take you home okay ?” He replied kissing the top of your forehead. You sighed heavily, sadness filling you. You absolutely adored Rafe. And having to keep him a secret from your friends and family honestly sucked so much. You wished you could be open about your relationship together but with you being a pogue from the poor side and him being a rich kook, it just wasn’t the right time to come out yet.

“ of course , wanna stay the night? My mom won’t be home this weekend “ you asked. He nodded placing his large hands on your cheeks .

“ what we doin? Movie night?” He asked, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb.

“ and other things” you teased with a big flirtatious grin.

“ you’re so cute” he laughed out before giving you a quick peck on your nose , before turning away - making his way back to his friends.

You made sure to wait a few seconds before following behind so no one would notice .

You walked over to one of the kegs, getting you a cup of whatever alcohol beverage they had mixed in it when you heard toppers loud drunken voice from behind.

“ where’d ya go buddy?” Topper said patting Rafe on the back. You didn’t hear Rafe respond but topper didn’t hesitate to run his mouth again.

“ you were fuckin someone weren’t you?” He joked, causing the group of people he was with to start laughing and cheering Rafe on. You began to smirk until you heard the words Kelce spoke.

“ I bet it was that pogue Y/n” he said. You froze for a second , the keg you were at was kind of hidden behind a tree so you backed yourself further behind, looking over towards rafes group , ease dropping in.

“ the fuck? No” Rafe replied almost to quick . You frowned slightly, wishing he would’ve had some other type of response other than the one he just gave them.

“ I call bull man “ Kelce replied . “ topper bro I saw her car parked in his driveway like 3 different times “ they all laughed at kelces words , while Rafe shook his head in denial.

“ who wants to fuck a dirty pogue “ he replied. It felt like a blade shot through your heart at his words. Is that really how Rafe felt about you? Was he really that ashamed of a ‘ dirty pogue’ like you?

“ hey man she’s pretty hot for a pogue” topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder . You couldn’t handle listening to anymore once anger started to rise in you .

“ dirty pogue? I’ll show you a dirty pogue” you mumbled to yourself as you chugged down two full cups of the alcohol, pouring you a third before making your way to a group of tourons.

***

You had been standing there for a good 20 minutes, flirting away with a. Group of guys that were out of town , all young horny college boys looking for some fun one night stands.

You usually weren’t like this but your only intentions right now were to hurt the boy who unknowingly hurt you.

[ text message]

Rafe- tf you doin with them boys?

Rafe- hello?

Rafe- I’m ready to go c’mon

Rafe- are you ignoring me..?

You looked down at your phone after the 5th ding, only to leave him on read purposely.

“ hey I’m gonna grab another drink” you said running your hand down the side of his biceps, solely because you just knew Rafe was watching you from a distance based off of his messages.

You finished off the cup you had as you walked over towards the keg, almost tripping over yourself .

“ yo” you heard behind you as you struggled to fill your cup up. You sat up taking another sip of your drink to see Rafe towering over you, his eyes squinted at you with anger .

“ what” you spat out.

“ why are you ignoring me “ he asked , this time his voice a bit softer as if his feelings were hurt . You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, not feeling sympathetic to him . “ I think you’ve had enough of this “ he said attempting to take the drink away from your hand but you quickly pulled away from him. “ y/n I’m serious those boys your with could try something with-“

“ what? Try to fuck me ?” You responded with a smirk. Before Rafe could even respond you turned your back to him, filling back up the bit of alcohol you just drank. “ hey at least they would WANT to fuck a dirty pogue like me “ you responded before walking off, chugging your now 5th drink once again.

Rafe wanted to chase after you to apologize , but he knew if he did everyone would see you two together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

You stood over with the boys, one in particular getting very handsy. At first your plan was to make Rafe jealous, but at this point you knew in the end ask you wanted was Rafe and you had taken this’ flirting’ thing too far.

“ you should really let us see your tits” one of the guys said, tugging at the string of your bathing suit. You quickly swatted his hand away, getting nervous as you watched the group of guys circling around you.

“ no way” you laughed out, “ I can’t just show my breasts out here” .

“ oh c’mon” another said grabbing at your ass, which you immediately pushed his hand away. “ everyone’s too drunk to even notice” . You attention to back away from the grabby guy but the circle just kept enclosing around you.

“ okay guys” you laughed off nervously , but by now the guy had his hands around your waste , pulling you against your boner .

“ why don’t you come back to our hotel we can show you a really good time” the guy said , while his friend reached out, grabbing one of your breast.

“ no- please stop” you responded trying push yourself off of the guy behind you. All of a sudden you felt the guy behind you sling backwards, almost dragging you with him. You quickly caught yourself from falling before you turned around, only to see Rafe himself picking the guy back up by his throat .

“didn’t you hear her say no?!” Rafe yelled, the guy stumbling backwards as Rafe pushed him towards the water .

“ Rafe stop!” You yelled grabbing at his flexed biceps but to no avail.

“ the who’re was practically throwing herself on us man !” The guy tried arguing which really set Rafe off. Before you could even defend yourself, Rafe was throwing punch after punch, not even giving the guy a fighting chance. By then a whole circle of people were surrounding the fight , topper and kelce trying to pull Rafe off.

“ he’s down man he’s down!” Topper yelled at Rafe as he watched the nearly unconscious guy spitting blood out his mouth. Rafe squatted down, picking the guys face back up by his jaw.

“ touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you “ he spat out before pushing his head back down against the shore. Rafe quickly stood up, his jaw clenched walking straight towards you. He had pure rage written all over his face when he grabbed you by the forearm , making you follow him. You didn’t bother to hesitate, quickly following along with him. You were practically jogging trying to keep up with his lengthy legs as he walked quickly across the sand to his truck.

“ get the fuck in the truck” he gritted through his teeth, holding the passenger door open for you. You quickly climbed your way in his truck, him slamming the door before walking around to the driver side , getting in the truck with same aggressiveness. The ride back to your place was silent, the only sounds was the trucks engine revving up every-time Rafe pushed on the gas. You watched as his knuckles were pale white from squeezing so tight on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching over and over again. It was turning you on to the max but you decided to stay quiet, since he was way too upset at the moment .

You had finally made it to your house, your front porch light lighting the inside of the car up some.

“ thanks for the ride” you said softly before reaching for the door handle .

“ wait “ Rafe said , not taking his eyes off the street in front of you. He sighed heavily calming himself down before looking over at you. “ I didn’t mean what I said earlier” he spoke. You looked down. You knew he didn’t look at you like that, but to convince the kooks, that’s exactly what he had to say .

“ I know” you said softly looking over at him. The car stayed quiet , neither one of you knowing what to say but neither wanting to be away from each other. “ I wasn’t going to do anything with those guys” you said finally breaking the silence. Rafe stayed quiet, anger filling him just by picturing you getting fucked by one of those guys.

“ I was just trying to make you jealous” you said turning slightly in your seat facing towards Rafe. Rafe looked up at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ it very much worked” he replied. You chuckled slightly nodding your head.

“ I know and it was so hot “ Rafe laughed at your comment, shaking his head.

“ well everyone knows now too so” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“ I’m sorry” you replied softly while lowering your head.

“ princess it’s okay” he replied grabbing ahold of your face. “ everyone was bound to find out eventually “ he replied with a sincere smile.

“ I know but I forced it early and you weren’t ready” you replied , laying your head down in his head .

“ no “ he replied shaking his head. “ I don’t care who was around there’s no way I was about to let those guys keep touching you the way they were. “ you sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat .

“ well you wanna come inside?” You asked, feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“ of course princess “ he said taking the key out of the ignition .

He followed you to your front door, his eyes not leaving your bottom.

“ your ass really does look good “ he said before grabbing a handful.

“ behave yourself “ you joked before leading him inside your house.

It was about to be a loonnnng night .

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[thegettingbyp2]

Heyyy, I love your writing and am a sucker for Knoxville smuts. I was thinking maybe something where he’s with a inexperienced reader and he takes them home and helps them through the process of their sexual journey together, maybe some cute dirty talk and praising along the way and how he thinks your doing so well? <3

Thank you for this request! I loved writing it, it got a little bit away from me but hopefully you like it!!

So Good, Sweetheart

I was curled up in Johnny’s canvas chair with his last name written on the back, watching him through the camera as he cackled when the massive hand he had made crashed into Ehren, sending him falling to the floor covered in soup. Johnny’s laugh being as contagious as it was, had me giggling quietly.

‘I won’t say it often but he can come up with some good ideas,’ Spike said, sounding amused. It was then that Johnny came running up to me, still laughing when he put both of his hands on my face and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to my lips. ‘Now that is something I don’t need to see,’ Spike said, jumping down from his seat and putting his hand on my shoulder lightly, ‘I’ll see you later, (Y/N).’

I smiled at him as he walked away before turning back to Johnny, jumping down from his seat, ‘you seem happy,’ I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and putting my chin on his chest, looking up at him.

‘Course I’m happy sweetheart, we’ve just got brilliant footage and I’ve currently got the most beautiful woman attached to me,’ he said, laughing quickly before leaning down to kiss me again. This time the kiss was harder, Johnny lips pressing against mine with more urgency as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and I whimpered into his mouth which caused him to smirk against my lips.

‘What do you say me and you take this back to my place?’ he said, the smirk still on his face as he took in the content expression on my face.

Eyes still partly closed and a soft smile on my lips, I nodded gently, ‘that sounds nice.’

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We got back to Johnny’s apartment and had made our way over to the sofa immediately after kicking our shoes off at the door to continue our make out session. I was sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, his arms around my waist as our lips danced together effortlessly. My lips felt swollen and I gasped, breaking away gently, when I brushed against his erection, straining against his trousers.

‘You alright sweetheart?’ he asked, chasing my lips with his.

‘Yeah,’ I whimpered, pressing my lips against his quickly once more, drawing a hum from his throat. His head fell into my neck as his hands ran up my arms, gently sliding down the strap from my bra and vest top before stopping when he felt me freeze against him.

‘(Y/N), what’s wrong?’ Johnny asked, moving his head to look at me.

‘Nothing,’ I replied, fiddling with the collar of his t-shirt.

‘(Y/N),’ he said, holding my wrists lightly, halting my movements, moving his head to look at me again. ‘Hey, baby it’s me, you can tell me anything right?’

‘You’re going to think it’s stupid,’ I said lowly, ducking my head down.

‘When have I ever thought anything you said was stupid? Come on, sweetheart, what’s wrong?’ He said, squeezing my wrists gently.

‘I’ve never slept with anyone,’ I mumbled, going back to fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

‘What? Sweetheart, you’ve got to talk louder for me.’

‘I’ve never slept with anyone, okay?’ I said quickly, burrowing into Johnny and hiding his face in his neck. I felt my body tense up when I heard him laugh.

‘Sweetheart look at me,’ he said, pulling my head up to meet his eyes, ‘I kind of figured that out a while ago.’

‘What? How?’

‘It might have been the fact that I was the first person to kiss you sweetheart,’ he said, leaning up to kiss my forehead. ‘I didn’t think you would have slept with someone and not kiss them.’

‘I get if you don’t want to take this any,’

‘Why the fuck wouldn’t I want to take it any further? (Y/N), I’ve wanted to take this further for ages, I’ve just been waiting until you’re ready. You feel ready?’

Tears pricked at my eyes, never having met someone so understanding. ‘I’m ready,’ I said softy, giggling when Johnny’s face split into a huge grin.

‘Yeah? Well we need to get up then,’ he said, lifting me off of his lap, standing up and holding out his hand to me.

‘Why?’

‘Sweetheart, I’m not fucking you for the first time on my sofa. We’re going to my bedroom.’

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We were laying on Johnny’s bed, Johnny leaning over me as our lips were connected once again. My hands were bunched in the bottom of his t-shirt, my fingers brushing his bare stomach as he moved against me. His hand had settled at my waist, keeping us as close together as he possibly could. It wasn’t long until his mouth started travelling down my neck again, stopping when he got to the straps of my top.

‘Can I?’ he asked, gesturing to my top.

‘Please,’ I whispered before his hand moved to the hem of top, lifting it over my head and throwing it behind him, a muffled thump signalling that it had hit the floor.

‘Fuck, sweetheart,’ he groaned, when he took in the sight of me in just my shorts and a bra. His kisses down my chest, quickly unhooking my bra and pulling it off my body, throwing it to join my top on my throat. ‘You’re so pretty,’ he groaned as he lowered his head to my nipple, taking it between his lips as his finger and thumb came up to play with the other one. He flicked his tongue against my nipple which made my back arch, pressing my chest closer to him before he moved his head back up to kiss my lips again.

‘PJ,’ I whined as I started to pull at his t-shirt, wanting it off. Getting the message, Johnny pulled away slightly to pull his top off before leaning back over me, a shiver running up my spine when I felt his bare chest on mine.

‘You good sweetheart?’ he asked, trying to read my eyes. I nodded and gasped as I felt his hand trail down my body, undoing my jeans and pushing them and my panties down in one go, leaving me completely naked in front of him. ‘God doll,’ he groaned, ‘you’re gonna kill me.’

He slid his way down my body, lifting my legs to rest them on his shoulders, hands coming up to rub my hips softly before he licked a stripe up my pussy. Not expecting the sensation, my hips lifted and I cried out, hand coming down to the back of his head. He held my hips down with his arm whilst his other hand came up to hold onto mine; giving me something to hold onto and ground myself. I could just see his eyes watching me from between my thighs and felt his tongue dance wickedly on my clit and it wasn’t long before my hips starting trying to lift his arm again.

‘PJ, please, I can’t,’

‘Go on sweetheart, let go for me, I’ve got you,’ he coaxed before squeezing my hand and suckling on my clit, tipping me over the edge. Johnny kept going until my legs had begun to shake where he pressed a gentle kiss to my clit and crawled back up my body. ‘You okay sweetheart?’

‘Yeah,’ I panted, ‘that was,’

‘Amazing. You looked beautiful,’ Johnny said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. My hand started to fiddle with the buttons of his trousers, signalling that I wanted them off. Johnny chucked and kicked his trousers and boxers off so we were both naked before leaning in to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue and found it oddly hot, making me moan into his mouth and my hips began to move, my thigh brushing against his erection. ‘God sweetheart, that feels great.’

I snaked my hand down between our bodies and took his cock in my hand, smiling when I heard him groan in my ear and shift his hips closer to me. I started to slowly pump my hand up and down his cock, not getting too far before his hand clamped around my wrist and pulled me off him.

‘Sorry,’ I said, feeling my cheeks heat up, thinking I’d done something he didn’t like.

‘Don’t be sorry darlin’, we can do that another time. Tonight’s just about you okay.’ He said, bringing his own hand down to slide a finger into me, his thumb coming up to play with my clit. ‘You’re gonna feel so good around my cock,’ he moaned into my neck, adding a second finger and making sure I was thoroughly stretched before removing his fingers, making me whine at the loss of contact.

‘Hey, you’re okay, I’m just grabbing a condom then I’ll make you feel real good,’ he whispered against my lips as he blindly felt around his bedside drawer for a foil square, wasting no time when he found it and slipped it on.

He lined himself up at my entrance but my hands on his chest stopped him moving any further. ‘Is it going to hurt?’ I asked quietly, nervous all of a sudden.

‘It’ll probably hurt a little at first sweetheart, but it’s going to feel so good,’ he said against my lips, ‘you trust me?’

‘Always,’ I replied instantly which made Johnny let out a breathy laugh as his hand came up to gently cup my cheek.

‘Just keep looking at me baby, you can do that for me?’

‘Yeah, Johnny,’ I said, wrapping my arms around his neck as he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the pain and felt a tear slip down my face before Johnny swiped it away with his thumb. He kept pushing in until our hips were flush with each other and then stopped, rubbing his hand, up and down my thigh.

‘There we go baby, it’ll stop hurting soon, I’m sorry,’ he said, kissing my neck in the hopes of distracting me. Just like he said, it wasn’t long before the pain started to fade and pleasure began to creep in.

‘PJ, move, please,’ I moaned as my hips started shifting against him. Straight away, he set a pace that wasn’t too fast but wasn’t too slow, his eyes never leaving my body.

‘God, (Y/N), you’re incredible. You feel so good for me baby girl, you’re just mine,’ he moaned into my neck as his hips started to speed up. Every time I tried to speak, my words were cut off as his thrusts pushed all the air from my lungs and I was reduced to a whimpering mess.

‘I wish you could see yourself right now (Y/N), knowing I’ve been able to do this to you. Jesus, I’m not going to last much longer, you close baby?’

I nodded as my eyes screwed shut. His finger came down to rub circles on my clit and I was gone, a mix of Johnny’s words and actions catapulting me over the edge and I clung to Johnny as I felt him still inside me, pulling out a couple of seconds later and getting up from the bed.

‘Where are you going?’ I asked, drawing the sheets around my body and grabbing hold of his arm, not wanting him to leave.

‘Hey, it’s okay, I’m just going to get rid of this and grab a couple of towels so we can get you cleaned up and then I’m hopping right in next you.’ He said, kissing the back of my hand before disappearing into the bathroom, reappearing a few seconds later.

Once Johnny had helped me clean up and gave me one of his t-shirts to wear, just like he said, he climbed into the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. ‘You did so good sweetheart, so beautiful,’ he whispered in my ear as I started to doze off, head resting on his shoulder.

‘I love you, (Y/N),’ I heard faintly as I was falling asleep.

‘I love you too, PJ.’