[4hoonz]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀© † 𝓒elle. ⸻ 𝓼he, 19.

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[hrtfelt4u]

the snapback combo on this man is tew gooddddd

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. satoru finds your secret sketchbook full of him and in a haste to explain yourself, he offers to be the nude model for your assignment ( artist!reader x sports!satoru / college au / wc 5.8 k ) ︵ ೀ series. part one / part two

you've been doing really well, actually. two whole days of successfully avoiding him—not that you're avoiding him, obviously, that would be childish, you've just been taking very specific routes across campus that happen to not cross paths with anywhere he usually is. completely different thing.

so of course, the one time you let your guard down, the one morning you actually allow yourself to sit in the cafeteria like a normal person with your coffee and your sketchbook open to a completely innocent, satoru-free page, you feel the chair across from you scrape back.

you look up.

he drops his tray down and folds himself into the seat like he owns it, which, to be fair, he kind of acts like he owns every seat he sits in. he's in his practice clothes, hair pushed back, looking annoyingly good and unbothered for someone who absolutely should be at least a little embarrassed about that night.

"hey," he says, like it's nothing. like it's any other monday morning and you definitely didn't spend the entire weekend hunched over your desk shading every line of his naked body onto paper, painstakingly getting the light right across his shoulders, his stomach, his cock—

"cool if i sit here?"

"you're already sitting," you say.

"true." he picks up his fork, glancing down at your sketchbook. "how'd the drawing turn out."

"it turned out good," you say, wrapping both hands around your coffee cup. "handed it in this morning actually."

"yeah? what did he say?"

"she," you correct automatically. "professor lee. and she—" you pause, because this is the part you've been equal parts dreading and wanting to tell someone since it happened an hour ago, "she really liked it. said the proportions were the best in the class. said it looked like i actually knew my subject."

satoru grins at that. "obviously."

"don't let it go to your head."

"too late." he steals a piece of fruit off the edge of your tray without asking, which is so aggressively normal and familiar that some of the tension in your shoulders loosens without you meaning it to. "so she liked it. that's good. you were stressed about it."

"and then," you say, because apparently you are going to tell him the whole thing whether you planned to or not, "she asked me who the model was."

satoru raises an eyebrow.

"and i said a friend. and she looked at it for a second and then she was like—" you cover your face briefly, "—'is this gojo satoru? from the athletics team? i've seen him play.'"

satoru puts his fork down. "your professor knows who i am."

"apparently she goes to the home games."

he leans back in his chair with the most insufferably delighted expression you have ever seen on another human being. "so your professor has seen me play and my dick."

"she hasn't seen your—it's a drawing."

"of my dick."

"of your—it's art. it's an anatomy study."

"still my dick though."

"satoru, oh my god, keep your voice down." you glance around the cafeteria, mortified. "it's fine art. there's a difference."

"what's her name."

"no."

"i just want to introduce myself properly. we've already been through something together, it feels rude not to—"

"you are not tracking down my professor."

"i could come to class."

"absolutely not."

"i'm serious, i could be a guest model." he's fully grinning now, leaning forward on his elbows like this is the best idea he's ever had. "your whole class would benefit. very educational."

"you are not coming to my anatomy class."

"why not? i'm clearly qualified. i have references." he nods toward your bag, where your sketchbook is poking out. "got a whole portfolio of evidence right there."

"those are my sketches, not your references."

"same thing." he steals another piece of fruit off your tray, completely unbothered. "so she gave you a good grade at least? after everything i sacrificed for your education?"

"i don't know yet. she has to grade them all first."

"god," he mutters, "why do they always take so long with that."

it's not really a question, so you don't answer it. you just watch him pop another grape into his mouth, and then he's quiet, and then you're both quiet, and that's worse, actually, because silence means your brain immediately fills it with everything you've been successfully not thinking about since friday—

his dorm room, the towel, the chair, then the way he had touched himself, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slow at first then faster, the wet sounds. the way he had looked at you and said that he likes you to watch, like he wanted you to see every stroke, every twitch, every drop of precum—

"you're turning red," he says.

you look up. he's watching you over the rim of his water bottle, completely calm, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"i'm not."

"you are." he sets the bottle down. "what are you thinking about."

"nothing."

"uh huh." the corner of his mouth pulls up, just slightly. "nothing that happened friday, or."

"i actually have to go," you say, already reaching for your bag, sketchbook shoved in first, coffee cup grabbed second.

"we should probably talk about friday," he says, easy as anything, like he's suggesting you discuss the weather.

your bag nearly slides off the table. "i'm good, actually."

"you're good."

"yeah." you stand up, pulling your coat off the back of the chair. "totally fine. nothing to talk about."

"i feel like there's a little something to talk about."

"nope." you're already backing away from the table. "i have class."

"you have forty minutes until—"

"lots of things to do before class. very busy. full schedule." you point vaguely in a direction, any direction. "i'll see you around." you turn around before he can see how red your face has gone, already speed-walking toward the exit your coat not even properly on yet.

"we're gonna have to talk about it eventually," he calls after you, loud enough that two people at the next table look up.

you pretend very hard that you didn't hear that.

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it's thursday afternoon when professor lee hands back the assignments, moving through the rows with a small stack of papers tucked under her arm. you're barely breathing by the time she stops at yours. she sets it down in front of you, face up.

A, circled in red pen. and underneath it, in her small, neat handwriting:

best in class. exceptional sensitivity to form and proportion. the familiarity with the subject is evident. it elevates the entire piece.

you stare at it for a second too long.

"i mean it," professor lee says, pausing at your station instead of moving on, which she doesn't usually do. "this is genuinely impressive work. the best figure study i've seen from this class in a few semesters."

"thank you," you manage, still a little stunned.

she tilts her head, glancing at the drawing one more time. "your model—a friend, you said?"

"yeah. just a friend."

"he's clearly very comfortable in his own skin." she says it so matter-of-factly, so professionally, that you almost don't register it. "do you think he'd ever be willing to come in? to pose for the whole class? we're always looking for new models and frankly, he has exactly the kind of build we look for."

you blink at her. "i'm sorry?"

"as a paid model, of course. it's a standard arrangement." she's already moving on to the next student, completely unbreezy about the bombshell she's just dropped. "just think about it. ask him if he's interested."

you sit there for a full minute after she moves away, staring at your a, thinking about how on earth you're supposed to look gojo satoru in the eye and ask him if he wants to get naked in front of your entire class.

you'd survived the sketchbook discovery. you'd survived the dorm room. you'd survived the hallway, and the door, and the sounds, and the cafeteria where you'd basically sprinted away from him like your shoes were on fire.

you had, very carefully and deliberately, been in the process of letting things go back to normal between you. or as close to normal as they could reasonably get given everything.

and now this.

asking him once had been mortifying enough. asking him to do it again, in front of twenty other people, with proper studio lighting and your entire class staring at him—all of him—for three hours straight... you'd rather fail the semester.

you decide, firmly and with great conviction, that you are not going to ask him.

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professor lee catches you on the way out of class the following tuesday.

"did you speak to your model?"

"i—not yet," you say, which is technically true. "i've been meaning to."

"no rush," she says, in a tone that suggests there is a little bit of rush. "i'm planning the spring model schedule and i'd love to lock it in. he'd be compensated well."

"right. yeah. i'll ask him."

you do not ask him.

by friday she stops you again on your way in, before class has even started, a scheduling sheet in her hand and a hopeful look on her face that makes your stomach sink straight to the floor.

"i don't want to keep pestering you," she says, in the way that people say things when they are absolutely going to keep pestering you. "but i showed his study to a colleague of mine and she was equally impressed. if he's open to it, we'd love to have him for at least two sessions."

"two sessions," you repeat faintly.

"the pay is quite good for a few hours of work." she smiles, warm and completely oblivious to the internal crisis happening right in front of her. "and i have to say—your work this semester has been good, but that piece was on a completely different level. there's something that happens when you draw someone you actually know. the confidence in your work, the attention to detail." she tilts her head, like she's genuinely thinking it through. "i think having him as a recurring subject could do a lot for your portfolio. potentially best of semester material, if you keep working at that level."

you stare at her. "best of semester."

"it's early to say," she adds, already heading toward the front of the room. "but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't thinking about it. just something to consider when you talk to him."

she says it so casually, like she hasn't just dangled your entire artistic future in front of you like a carrot on a stick and walked away.

"yeah," you hear yourself say, like someone else has taken over your mouth entirely. "yeah, i'll ask him." you walk to your seat, drop your bag, and sit down.

fine. you're going to have to ask him. however embarrassing, however awkward, however many new levels of humiliation this opens up between you—you are going to have to look gojo satoru in the eye and ask him to come and be naked in front of your entire class.

you pull out your sketchbook and stare blankly at a fresh page.

the things you do for a good grade.

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you find him coming out of the locker room just as training wraps up, which in hindsight you should have timed better. you'd figured you'd catch him on his way out, fully dressed, easy and normal, a quick conversation and then you'd be gone before either of you had time to be weird about it.

instead he pushes through the door with a towel around his waist and another one hanging around his neck that he's using to roughly dry his hair, still dripping, chest still damp, looking entirely too good.

my god, why—why is this a thing now? you went years without ever seeing this man like this. years. it wasn't even hard, it just didn't happen, and you were fine, you were completely fine. and then something changed like three weeks ago and now it's just—towels. constantly.

like the universe looked at your life and went, you know what this needs? more of him, wet, with very few layers on. thank you. very helpful. really appreciate that.

he spots you immediately, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "hey. what are you doing here?"

"i needed to talk to you about something." your eyes have already gone somewhere safe, like the floor, the wall, the water fountain twenty feet down the hall. "sorry, i didn't realize you'd still be—i can wait outside."

"why?" he pulls the towel off his neck, draping it over his shoulder, looking genuinely confused by your reaction. "you've already seen me naked."

"that was different."

"how."

"it just—it was for class, it was a whole—it was a different context, satoru."

"you literally drew my body for weeks without me knowing and now you can't look at me in a hallway." he tilts his head, amused. "make it make sense."

"it makes complete sense and you know it," you mutter, still not fully looking at him. "can you just—put a shirt on or something."

"i just got out of the shower."

"i'm aware."

"my shirt's in my bag."

"then get it out of your bag, satoru."

he laughs, but makes no move toward his bag whatsoever. just stands there, like he's genuinely enjoying watching you try to hold this conversation with the water fountain. "okay. what did you want to talk about."

you take a deep breath, eyes still fixed somewhere over his shoulder. "i need to ask you something and i need you to not make it weird."

"when do i ever make things weird."

"satoru."

"fine. ask."

"my professor asked me—" you stop, start again. "she really liked the drawing. like, a lot. best in class, apparently."

"obviously." he leans against the wall, arms crossing over his bare chest, completely unbothered. "and?"

"and she wants to know if you'd be willing to come in." you say it fast, the way you rip off a bandaid. "to pose. for the whole class. like, as a proper model. she'd pay you."

he stares at you for a second. "the whole class," he repeats.

"yeah."

"like, all of them. sitting there drawing me."

"that's—yes. that's what a class model is."

"naked."

"that's what a figure model is, yes."

he's quiet for a beat, which is somehow more nerve-wracking than if he'd immediately said something. then he tilts his head, studying you with that unreadable look he gets sometimes. "and you'd be there."

"i mean—it's my class, so yes, i'd—"

"so you'd be drawing me again."

"along with twenty other people, yes."

"hm." he looks almost entertained now, pushing off the wall. "and you ask this because—"

"professor lee said it could be best of semester for me," you mutter, hating how small it sounds out loud. "my portfolio. if i keep drawing you, apparently my work is on a different level and—"

"so you need me."

you close your eyes briefly. "yes. fine. i need you."

he's quiet for a second. "okay," he says finally.

you blink. "okay?"

"yeah." he shrugs, like it's nothing at all. "i'll do it."

"just like that?"

"just like that." he reaches back for the towel around his shoulder, giving his hair one last rough pass with it. "but i want something in return."

"what kind of something."

"a drawing."

"a drawing," you repeat slowly, waiting for the rest of it.

"yeah." he says it completely simply, like that's the whole sentence, like that explains anything at all.

"what kind of drawing."

"i'll let you know when the time comes." he's already turning back toward the locker room, clearly very pleased with the level of vagueness he's just gave you.

"satoru." you take a step after him. "what does that mean, you'll let me know when the time comes. you have to give me more than that."

"it's a drawing. you're an artist. not exactly a hardship." he glances back over his shoulder, smirking. "unless you're worried about what i'm going to ask for."

"i'm not worried."

"you look a little worried."

"i look normal. tell me what the drawing is."

"later." he pushes the locker room door open with one hand, completely unbothered, like he hasn't just left you standing in a hallway with the world's most open-ended agreement hanging over your head. "talk to your professor. set up the dates."

"satoru—"

the door swings shut behind him. you stand there for a second, staring at it.

what did you just agree to.

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the following days are, frankly, not great for your mental health.

it starts small—a passing thought while you're brushing your teeth sunday morning, a quick what did he mean by that before you shake it off and move on. fine. totally manageable.

by monday it's less manageable. you're sitting in your color theory lecture staring at a slide about complementary palettes but your brain is persistently thinking about it in the background like an app you forgot to close. a drawing. what kind of drawing. why wouldn't he just say what kind of drawing.

tuesday you're in the studio working on a still life and your roommate asks you three times why you keep stopping to stare at nothing and you say you're just thinking about composition which is technically not a lie.

wednesday is when it gets genuinely bad. you're lying on your bed at midnight, sketchbook resting on your stomach, pencil tapping against the page, going through the options in your head.

a portrait, maybe. something normal. that would be fine, that would be completely fine, you could do a portrait no problem. except satoru doesn't do anything without a reason and he definitely wouldn't have been that mysterious about a portrait. which brings you back to the other option sitting at the back of your mind that you keep trying to evict.

a nude.

another one. something he could actually keep this time, something personal, not a class assignment. a drawing he could—your brain unhelpfully supplies the image of him showing it to some girl, grinning, look what my friend drew me, isn't that insane—

you groan and pull your pillow over your face.

that's what it is, isn't it. he wants a proper one. something finished and framed and entirely too detailed that he can use as the world's most unhinged conversation starter with whoever he's currently interested in.

he'd basically said it himself, that night in his dorm. the most insane nude i could ever send to a girl, he'd said, grinning like the thought genuinely delighted him.

you'd laughed at the time. you're not laughing now.

or maybe this time he wants you to actually draw him pleasuring himself or something, his hand wrapped around that thick length, stroking himself the way he had that night while he looked at you and told you to stay and watch.

you wonder how that would go, would he stare at you the whole time, eyes dark and locked on yours while his hand moves on his cock? would he moan loudly, the low rough sounds filling the room the way they had that night? would he have to go a few rounds if you are not fast enough to finish the drawing the first time, his cock getting hard again and again while you try to capture every detail? does he take long to finish, or would he come quick and hard with you watching every twitch and every drop?

you would not survive this.

at least professor lee was happy when you told her. she'd practically lit up, already pulling out her scheduling sheet before you'd even finished the sentence, penciling satoru in for two sessions with the kind of excitement she usually reserved for particularly good student work. she'd called him a find, which was such a professor way to describe gojo satoru that you'd almost laughed.

it was the only good part of the whole week.

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the morning of the first session you get to the studio early, which you tell yourself is because you want a good spot near the window for the light and absolutely not because you need five minutes alone in the room before everyone else arrives to mentally prepare yourself.

your classmates filter in one by one, morning chatter filling the studio and the usual scrape of easels being adjusted and pencils being uncapped. normal. fine. you set up your station, clipped a fresh sheet to your board, told yourself this was just another class.

and then maya, who sits two easels down from you, glances at the model release sheet professor lee has left on the front table and does a very audible double take.

"wait." she picks it up, turning to the room. "is our model today gojo satoru?"

the energy in the room shifts immediately.

"the gojo satoru?" someone says from the back. "from the athletics team?"

"oh my god, i've seen him at the games." this from jess, who is already setting up her pencils. "he's like, genuinely unreal looking. i saw him at the spring championship and i thought i was going to pass out."

"same, he's so tall—"

"and his shoulders—"

"i heard he's like, built like actually insanely well—"

you are staring very hard at your blank page, pencil gripped too tight in your hand, willing yourself not to react to a single word of this.

"wonder what he looks like underneath all that," maya says, in that way that makes three people laugh and makes you want to fold yourself directly into your easel and never come out.

"i mean, we're about to find out," jess says.

"lucky us."

"lucky us is right."

you make a very small, very quiet noise into your sketchbook that no one hears, which is good, because you don't fully have a way to explain it.

professor lee chooses this moment to walk in, satoru a half step behind her, and the room goes just slightly electric in the way it does when someone walks in and everyone clocks them at once. he's in his regular clothes still—sweatpants and a loose shirt—looking completely unbothered by the sudden weight of twenty pairs of eyes, because of course he does, he's satoru, he was probably born unbothered.

his eyes find you immediately across the room. he grins. you look back at your paper.

"good morning everyone," professor lee says, setting her bag down. "as you can see, we have a new model joining us for the next two sessions. this is satoru. please make him feel welcome and remember our studio etiquette—professional environment, focused work."

"hi satoru," the class choruses, with significantly more warmth than you've ever heard directed at a model before, and a few of them are already giggling before they even finish saying it.

"hey," he says easily, lifting a hand, and you can hear the smile in it without even looking.

"oh he's even better up close," someone whispers, not quietly enough.

you close your eyes briefly.

i drew him, you think. i spent a friday night in his dorm room watching him stand there like that and i drew every single line of him and then worked on it for two days and i got an A and none of you will ever know that and i am going to take it to my grave.

so, there's nothing to worry about. you've already seen him naked, you remind yourself, very firmly, like a person who is totally fine. this is nothing new. this is just—a repeat viewing, basically. a familiar subject in a professional context. you have already seen everything there is to see, you have already drawn it, you are already ahead of everyone else in this room by approximately one very eventful friday night.

there is absolutely nothing to be worried about.

you are not going to survive this class.

professor lee gestures toward the changing area. "satoru, whenever you're ready."

"sure." he glances across the room one more time, finds you again, and there's something in his expression that's almost like he's checking in, just briefly, before he disappears behind the curtain.

you pick up your pencil.

you are so not going to survive this class.

and then the curtain moves, and satoru steps out. the room goes completely quiet.

not the polite, professional quiet of a figure drawing class but the stunned, collective, nobody-planned-to-stop-breathing quiet of twenty people registering something all at once and not quite having a response ready for it.

you keep your eyes on your sketchbook for exactly four seconds before you look up, because you're only human.

he's standing at the edge of the platform professor lee uses for her models, completely at ease, even though he's standing in front of a room full of art students in absolutely nothing at all. one hand resting loosely at his side, weight shifted onto one leg, like he's just waiting for someone to tell him where to stand.

"okay," maya breathes, from two easels down, in a tone that isn't really meant for anyone in particular.

someone's pencil rolls off their easel and hits the floor. nobody moves to pick it up.

professor lee, bless her, clears her throat. "alright. let's start with a few short gesture poses, two minutes each, before we move into the longer study. satoru, if you could—"

"yeah, wherever you need me." he steps up onto the platform, and the light from the studio windows catches him in a way that makes the whole thing feel almost unreasonably unfair, like the universe is just showing off now.

"oh my god," jess whispers, so quietly it barely counts as a sound.

you look back down at your paper.

you've seen this before, you remind yourself. you've seen all of this. you are calm. you are professional. you are an artist in a figure drawing class doing exactly what artists in figure drawing classes do. and he is not standing there enjoying every second of the effect he's having on this room, and you are not nervous about it.

you chance one more glance up at him.

he's already looking directly at you, the smallest smirk sitting at the corner of his mouth, like he knows exactly what every single person in this room is currently experiencing and finds it very funny.

you look back down so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash.

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the two minute gestures blur into longer poses, and the room settles into the kind of quiet that only really happens when everyone is actually invested in what they're drawing. except the investment in this particular class feels distinctly less academic than usual.

maya keeps exhaling these small, controlled breaths like she's actively regulating herself. someone in the back row has been erasing and redrawing the same line for the last ten minutes, which has nothing to do with the line being wrong and everything to do with needing an excuse to keep looking. jess fanned herself with her reference sheet at one point, caught professor lee's eye, and stopped.

and then there's the girl to your left. hana, who is usually one of the most technically precise people in the class, ruler-straight lines and perfect proportions. you glance over at her sketchbook once, casually, the way you sometimes do to check where everyone else is in the drawing.

she is on her fourth detailed study of satoru's... manhood.

fourth.

you look back at your own paper immediately, pressing your lips together very hard. professional environment, professor lee had said. focused work. you add a careful shadow along satoru's shoulder and say nothing.

the class continues, pose after pose, and the light shifts slightly as the morning progresses. you almost forget that satoru gojo, your longest friend, is standing right in front of you, naked. it's easier than friday night, somehow, with twenty other people in the room and professor lee moving quietly between easels. more structured. safer. except—

you look up to check the angle of his jaw for the third time and find him already looking at you yet again. you glance back down. look up again a minute later to check the line of his shoulder. still looking at you.

not at the room, not at the middle distance the way models usually do when they're holding a pose. at you, specifically. you drop your gaze back to your sketchbook. look up again two minutes later. still you.

you try, very subtly, to gesture with your eyes. a small, deliberate flick to the left, toward the window, toward literally anywhere else in the room that isn't directly at you. he blinks. stays exactly where he is, gaze not moving an inch.

you try again. a tiny tilt of your head. look somewhere else, you are sending him every possible telepathic signal you have, you are burning through your entire reserve of nonverbal communication, look at the wall, look at the window, look at maya, look at literally anything—

he almost smiles. doesn't move his eyes.

you widen yours slightly, a last desperate attempt.

he raises one eyebrow, barely perceptible, like he's asking what exactly you think you're doing.

"satoru." professor lee's voice cuts through the room, not looking up from the student drawing she's currently reviewing. "eyes forward please."

the class doesn't look up. you look down.

and from across the room, so quietly that you're almost sure you imagined it, you hear him exhale something that sounds very much like a laugh.

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you take longer than necessary packing up your things. unclipping your sheet from the easel slowly, sliding your pencils back into their case one by one, straightening the edge of your sketchbook even though it doesn't need straightening. around you the rest of the class files out, and they are not quiet about it.

"his shoulders," someone says, not even bothering to lower their voice, and a round of giggles breaks out near the door.

"did you see his—" jess starts.

"yes," two people say at once.

"does anyone have his number?" someone asks, completely serious, and the giggles tip over into full laughter that echoes down the hallway and slowly fades.

you stare very hard at your pencil case.

from behind the curtain comes the soft sounds of satoru getting dressed, and professor lee is tidying the platform, humming quietly to herself. then she pauses, glancing toward the curtain.

"satoru, i just want to say—you were wonderful today. very natural in front of the class. some models take weeks to settle into it."

"thanks." his voice comes through easy and relaxed. "wasn't so bad."

"the students responded really well. you have a real presence. it translates onto the page beautifully."

"good to know i'm useful for something other than sports."

professor lee laughs, soft and genuine, in a way you've genuinely never heard from her in a full semester. you hear her gather her things shortly after, the click of her bag, the soft tap of her shoes crossing the studio floor.

"see you both next week," she says warmly on her way out, and then she's gone, door swinging shut behind her, and the studio is suddenly very quiet.

you're still standing at your easel pretending to organize your pencils when the curtain shifts and satoru steps out, fully dressed, hair slightly disheveled from pulling his shirt on. he's looking down at his phone with an expression you can't quite read from here.

"hey," you say.

"hey." he holds his phone up, turning it slightly so you can see the screen without fully crossing the room. there's a new contact open. a name you recognize. "i think your professor just gave me her number."

"she did not."

"slipped it under the curtain on a little piece of paper." he sounds genuinely amazed, somewhere between flattered and delighted. "like an old school note. actual handwriting and everything."

"satoru, she's our professor—"

"she's your professor." he tucks his phone away, grinning now, fully pleased with himself. "i'm just the model."

"you cannot date our professor."

"why not? she's smart, she has good taste—" he gestures loosely at himself, "—clearly. i think we have a real connection."

"oh my god." you finally give up on pretending to organize your pencils, turning to face him fully. "i am not having this conversation."

"you're the one who brought me here. this is on you."

"i did not bring you here so you could get my professor's number—"

"technically you did though." he leans back against the nearest easel, arms crossing, way too comfortable with all of this. "you asked me to come. i came. connections were made. can't control chemistry."

"satoru—"

"relax." the grin shifts into something softer. he tilts his head, watching you with that quiet look again. "i'm messing with you."

"i know you're messing with me."

"do you? because you went pretty red pretty fast for someone who knew."

you open your mouth. close it.

he uncrosses his arms, pushing off the easel, and there's something different in the way he moves now, slower, more deliberate, like he's not in a hurry anymore. he closes the distance between you by one step, then another, until he's close enough that you have to tilt your head up slightly to look at him properly.

"don't worry. i'm not gonna call her." his hand comes up and he tucks a loose strand of hair back from your face, fingers barely grazing your cheek, the touch so brief and light you almost convince yourself it didn't happen. "there's already someone i like."

the studio goes very quiet.

you should say something. you are a person with a working mouth and a functional brain and you should say something.

"you don't want to ask who?" he says, and there's the ghost of a smile there, but it's softer than usual. less like he's winning something and more like he's nervous and trying not to show it.

you look up at him. "...who?"

he looks at you for a long second. his hand hasn't moved far, still hovering near your cheek, close enough that you can feel the warmth of it. and then he leans in, slow enough that you could step back if you wanted to, close enough that you can feel him before you can hear him, his lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear when he speaks.

"you," he says, quiet, just for you. "obviously."

he stays there for a moment, close, warm, not moving away yet. you're pretty sure you've forgotten how breathing works.

and then satoru backs up, easy and unhurried, like he didn't just say that, like the last thirty seconds didn't happen at all. he picks up his bag from the floor, slings it over his shoulder, and glances back at you on his way to the door. "see you next session," he says, and the smile is back.

the door clicks shut behind him.

you stand there in the empty studio for a very long moment.

"next session," you repeat, to no one.

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BEST FRIEND JAMES TAKING READER’S VIRGINITY AS A FAVOUR. AHHHHH.

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james always had a thing for you, and everyone in your little circle of friends knew it, except you. though it was pretty obvious in the way he treated you differently, always paying more attention to you, always staying close to you during group hangouts. 

you were always a little suspicious, but you never dared to look into it too deeply, you didn’t want to risk ruining the friendship you had built over the years, what you and james had was important to you and you were too scared to lose that.

in your circle of friends, it was basically known that you and james were a lil duo. wherever one of you was, the other wasn’t far behind. the two of you were always together, and because of how close you were, people often called you partners in crime or something stupid like tom and jerry, especially with how often the two of you were caught together doing something mischievous. like that one time you both got caught climbing up the fence of the campus pool area, laughing like idiots even as security shouted at you from below, neither of you even had a real reason for doing it though. it just seemed fun at the time, and somehow, doing it with james always made things feel more exciting.

james had already been in his fair share of relationships, but you on the other hand, had never been in anything serious. unlike him, who had two year-long relationships during the time you’d known each other, you never really crossed that line with anyone.

it might have seemed contradictory, especially since james liked you. but he convinced himself his feelings would eventually fade if he dated other people. but over time james realized it probably never would change.

at the current moment, james had just become single again. the breakup was recent, however you hadn’t really seen or talked to him properly in a while. the sudden thought of him made you wonder how he was holding up, so on a quiet afternoon, you decided to call him and ask if he was busy. fast food at 11:00pm, him picking you up with his car like usual, nothing but just two friends catching up.

james takes a bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully before answering about your question about how he’s holding up with the whole break up. "i've been alright. you know me, i don't really get too down about stuff like that."

"right. makes me think you're an actual red flag." you let out a soft chuckle, bringing a fry to your mouth.

james lets out a surprised laugh, nearly choking on his soda. "hey, that's harsh." he then grabs a fry from your container, stealing it playfully. "fyi she was the toxic one. i'm just good at moving on." his eyes linger on you a moment longer than necessary before he glances away.

"right right. my bad, i was just teasing you." you playfully land a harmless punch on his shoulder, the impact light and teasing. james rubs his shoulder like it actually hurt, giving you that overly dramatic pout.

"violence, baby, violence.” james leans back in his seat, arm resting on the center console between you two. "but seriously, i'm doing better now. especially since you decided to grace me with your presence at 11pm.. so, you just wanted to hang out with me at midnight to eat junk food? no ulterior motives?”

“what do you mean ulterior motives!” you laughed, your voice bubbling with disbelief as you shook your head at him, a wide grin spreading across your face.

james grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement under the dim lighting of the car.

"oh, i don't know. maybe you secretly wanted to make out in my backseat or something.”

“hey, don’t tease me like that,” you whined weakly, the protest coming out softer than you intended, more embarrassed than annoyed.

james grin falters slightly, something shifting in his expression as he studies your face in the darkness. "was i teasing though?" 

his voice drops lower, and he doesn't pull his hand back when he wipes a fry bit off the corner of your mouth, his thumb brushing your lip.

“you just got broken up and you’re already acting like a flirt!” you giggle, cheeks warming as you gently push him away from your face, trying to hide the sudden flutter in your chest. james catches your hand, his thumb absently tracing circles on your palm.

 "just because i got dumped doesn't mean i’ve lost my game." there's a pause, his eyes locked on yours. "besides, you're the one who asked to hang out at midnight in my car, eating fries and stealing my fries.”

“it’s not why i called… i just wanted to check up on you and ask some advice on something.” your voice comes out softer this time, the teasing tone fading as you fidget with a napkin between your fingers, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

james raises an eyebrow at you, his hand still holding yours. "advice? from me? at midnight? Oh this sounds serious." he leans back in his seat, his expression turning thoughtful as he studies you. "shoot. what's up?" as he squeezes your hand encouragingly.

“but don’t laugh at me!” you add quickly, pointing a warning finger at him, your voice half serious, half embarrassed.

with a smile, james brings your hand to his chest dramatically. "i solemnly swear, on our years of friendship, i will not laugh." his were eyes are soft, genuine in the way he often is when it's just the two of you. "what's wrong?" his thumb is still moving against your knuckles absentmindedly. 

“it’s just… it’s hard for me to open up about this,” you begin, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your cup, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “but you know my girlfriends, alysa, amber, and isa… they all have their boyfriends, and it kinda sucks that i’m the only single one in our friend group.”

james stays quiet, listening attentively as you confess something you've probably never admitted out loud before. “go on," he prompts gently, his thumb pausing in its path as he waits for you to continue. "so, you're feeling left out because they're all paired up and you're not?”

“yeah, and…” you pause, biting your lip for a moment, hesitating as if weighing your words. “they tell all these stories about their boyfriends, and i just… i can’t really relate to it.”

"and you feel like the odd one out," he says, finishing your sentence for you. "because you don't have a boyfriend to talk about." 

he searches your face, his voice gentle. "is that all?”

you nod, your lips pressing into a small, sad pout. "well, uhm.. they even lost their virginity to them.”

"you're feeling pressure because of that too? because they're talking about sex and you're not?”

“you’re awfully good at these talks,” you chuckled, shaking my head a little, “but yes… i do feel that way. but the thing is! i’ve been wanting to lose my virginity for a while now! for christ’s sake, i’m twenty!”

james laughs softly, shaking his head. "first of all, twenty is not old. second of all," he pauses, choosing his words carefully, "why haven't you then? if that's what you want." his thumb stops moving entirely now, his hand still holding yours firmly.

"i want to do it with someone i love! or atleast someone i trust!” you exclaimed.

"and you don't trust any of the guys you know? or... you just haven't found someone you like enough?”

“no, actually… you probably think i’m being stupid right now so bare with me okay?” you mumble, cheeks warming as you look down at your hands, twisting the napkin between your fingers.

"you're not being stupid. it's perfectly valid to want to wait until you're with someone you trust and care about. it's actually pretty mature of you, to be honest." 

“and also… maybe i do have an ulterior motive for tonight,” you admit quietly as you stare at the windshield for too long.

james goes quiet, his hand still holding yours but his thumb pausing mid-circle. "what's that?”

"i was hoping you'd take my first." you gaze at him hopefully, eyes soft and a little uncertain, silently searching for a reaction, for some hint that he won’t judge you for even asking.

his hand goes absolutely still. all you could see in his facial expression is a mixture of shock, surprise, and something else you can't quite place. jamesstares at you for what feels like an eternity before he finally speaks. "you're joking, right? you can't be serious.”

“i-i mean! you can say no if you don’t want to… we can just forget i ever asked!” you rush out, words tumbling over each other, cheeks burning as you glance nervously at him.

james pulls his hand away from yours suddenly, running both through his hair. he looks completely and utterly lost for words, which is rare for him. 

"i... you can't just... we've been friends for years, and you just dropped this on me at midnight in a parking lot." james laughs humorlessly. "of course i'll say no.”

"o-oh..”

the single word hangs in the air between you like a physical weight. james watches the light go out of your eyes, the hopeful expression crumbling into something small and embarrassed. there’s a million things that was rushing into his mind he couldn’t think fucking straight at all with what you just asked him of.

"Listen… i'm not saying no because i don't want to.” james turns back to face you fully, his eyes searching yours. he tries to find the right words, but they seem to elude him. Instead, he just blurts out the truth.

“then what?” you whisper, barely moving your lips, heart fluttering as your eyes stay fixed on his.

he continued to swallow hard, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. "i'm saying no because i don't want to mess things up between us. i don't want sex to completely change our friendship." 

“i mean, i get it, but… it’s just something i wanna get over with,” you admit quietly.

"you're not getting it. you're not just handing over your virginity like it's nothing. you're giving a part of yourself away.” his voice comes out slightly harsher than intended, james turns away momentarily, collecting himself before turning back to you.

it was making him crazy conflicted.

“you’re the only guy i trust right now, james.” you say firmly, eyes locking with his meaningfully. 

“please…? for me?”

your words hit him right in the chest and it makes his resolve waver. he's never been able to say no to you about anything important, and he knows you knows he’s weak for you when it comes to favours. 

afterall, you were his favorite girl.

"you're playing dirty." james mutters.

you pout, leaning a little closer, “you never say no to me, jammie. i know you.”

he groans at the nickname, knowing you're right. he never can say no to you. especially not when you're looking at him like that, with those damn eyes he spent years secretly adoring at. 

"this is a terrible idea.” he mumbles, shaking his head.

the room is clean and modern, with it’s price and vicinity it wasn’t too bad for a hotel room with a reasonable price. james locks the door behind the both of you, suddenly very aware of how alone you are with him. he watches you toss your bag on the bed, already unzipping your hoodie making his heart pound uncomfortably in his chest as he realizes this is really happening.

"so. what now?"  james leans back against the door, arms crossed defensively over his chest. his eyes lingering until you completely unzip your hoodie and pull it off, revealing a simple tank top underneath. he trace the curve of your shoulders, the exposed skin of your arms. you're really doing this with him.

“come’re,” you pout, eyes soft and coaxing, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

james pushes off from the door and walks towards you slowly, and when he reaches the bed, you grab his hand and pull him down beside you. 

"stop pouting," james says gruffly, "it's not fair.”

“don’t tell me you don’t like every second of this…” you grin, leaning a little closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “doesn’t it make you excited?”

"yeah, incredibly excited about taking my best friend's virginity." he says sarcastically, but his hands move to your waist anyway. "you're an idiot for making me do this.”

"can you stop talking to me like a homie while i’m about to get naked for you?” 

like a soldier, he shuts up immediately, eyes widening slightly at the directness of your words. you're already pulling your tank top off over your head, revealing a simple black bra underneath. his hands tighten on your waist as he watches, his mouth going dry.

his hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders, helping you slide the tank top off. when it's gone, he just looks at your bare chest. you were too beautiful, that’s what he thought.

"y-you're staring.." you immediately tried to cover yourself in embarrassment.

james slaps himself mentally, realizing he's staring and quickly looks away, clearing his throat. 

"no, i’m not." he lies badly, as his reaches out and gently pulls your hands away from your chest, his voice softer now. “stop covering up. i’ve seen you in a bikini before.”

"b-but this is different.”

"yeah." he agrees quietly, his eyes tracing over your exposed skin. "it is." 

his thumbs brushing just under the swell of your breasts. he's memorizing this – the way you're blushing, the way you're trying to hide, the way you're trusting him with this. 

"you're shaking." james notes quietly.

"i'm nervous, james..” you admit.

"then we'll go slow." he whispers carefully, as he leans forward, his forehead resting against yours. "kook at me. breathe. it's just me, okay? your stupid best friend. you said you trust me, right?”

“i do, i trust you james.”

"good." his hands slide up from your waist to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the nervous lines around your eyes. 

james leans in and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. every kiss was gentle and unhurried. 

"tell me if it hurts too much. we stop the second you say so.” he continues the slow, tender kisses, deepening them gradually. his hands roam gently over your body, learning the new landscape of exposed skin. and when his fingers find the clasp of your bra, he pauses, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. 

"okay?" he asks quietly, and when you nod, he unclasps it, helping you slide it off.

james tosses the bra aside and takes a moment to just look at you again, his expression filled with awe and something deeper. ever so slowly and reverently, james kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, lower still. when his lips finally make contact with your breast, you gasped – not just from the physical sensation but from the intimacy of it. this is james. your james. kissing you like you're his and he was yours. 

his hand slides between your bodies, making quick work of your jeans. james looks up at you as he pulls your jeans and panties down your legs, his hands gentle even as he's essentially undressing you completely. 

and when you're bare beneath him, he sits back on his heels, it was your first time seeing your best friend in a different light. that thought echoes in your head as you watch him stare at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. 

ah. james.

your goofy, sarcastic, loyal best friend for long damn years, is now kneeling at the foot of a hotel bed, looking at your naked body with something close to reverence. it's the most intimate moment of your life, and it's with him.

james leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. his hands gently spread your legs wider, and you feel his breath against your most intimate place. james looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission, before he lowers his head and presses a gentle kiss there.

his tongue gently parts your folds, his movements slow and tentative as he explores. He’s never done this before with someone he cares so deeply about. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you open to him as he tries to be gentle, as you let out your very first delicate moan.

to him, the sound is so innocent, so utterly you that something inside his chest twists painfully. james knows every noise you make, the snort when you laugh too hard, the grumble when you're tired, the content sigh when you're comfortable. but this? this soft, breathless moan of pleasure? that first sweet, innocent moan just makes him groan against your skin. 

james redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking inside you gently before circling your clit. He learns what you like, the hitch in your breath, the way your hips buck against his face. he's giving you your very first oral, and he wants it the best experience for you.

your back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through you, you clutch at the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as you try to ground yourself. as james's name falls from your lips in gasps and moans you didn't know you could make. your legs shake around his head, threatening to close.

"james!" 

he feels your thighs tighten around his head as you cry out his name like you're falling apart, and maybe you are. but he doesn't stop, keeping his pace steady even as he feels you trembling on the edge. he feels you clench around nothing, your thighs trembling around his head as you come undone from just his mouth. he drinks every moan, every desperate cry of his name, keeping you riding through the waves until you collapse back against the sheets, panting heavily.

james crawls up beside you, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple. "hey, you're still here? how do you feel?"

"like I'm floating." you admit breathlessly.

his face melts into the stupid soft smile, the one you've only ever seen him make for you. "yeah?" james leans down and kisses your nose. "that's good, baby." 

baby.

you both freeze at the pet name,something he's never called you before.

"ah.. baby. i like that.”

a dark blush creeps up his neck at being caught, but he doesn't backpedal.

"yeah?" james murmurs, kissing you gently. "you like when I say baby?" 

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he looks down at you, completely naked and wrecked and smiling up at him like he was your everything. how could you not after that good pussy

“yes." you chuckled, a light, teasing laugh escaping you. “yet you’re the one blushing hard.”

"shut up." james huffs a laugh, leaning into your touch. but he's smiling, that stupid soft smile as he kisses your palm. "you made me nervous." he admits quietly, something he'd never say under normal circumstances. "i wanted it to be good for you.”

"i'm still gonna need a minute before... before the other part." he confesses, looking embarrassed. "you kinda got me worked up." he gestures vaguely to the obvious bulge in his pants.

“i know, and you did great,” you say softly, a small, proud smile tugging at your lips.

james, like a yearner he is to you, simply melts into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. 

"oh! i've never seen it hard before.”

he snorts at that, the ridiculousness of your honesty cutting through the tension. 

"you're really gonna say it like that?" but there's a flush creeping up his chest as he reaches for the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs. "here. take a good look then, since you've waited so long.”

his face turns beet red as he pushes his pants down, revealing himself fully erect. it's bigger than you expected, thick and long, veins bulging along the sides. james looks almost embarrassed, covering himself with his hands.

"see anything you like?”

"why do you look so embarrassed!" you looked up at him, laughing softly at him.

james groans, running a hand over his face. "because you're just... looking at it! i know it’s your first time, but-” his voice cracks slightly, which makes him wince at himself. "can you please not laugh? i'm trying to be sexy here.”

"my bad, my bad." you stopped laughing, "are you asking me to suck it?”

james freezes, "what? no. yes. maybe. fuck, you're making me stupid. only if you want to. don't feel like you have to just because…”

“guide me, okay? i wanna make you feel good too,” you murmur, your voice soft but eager, the weight of sincerity in your words making him pause for just a moment.

"just... go at your own pace. if it feels weird or you wanna stop, just tap my thigh. aight?”

"okay.”

he watches as you scoot closer, his heart racing. you wrap a small, delicate hand around the base of his length and he almost feel like he’s gonna cum from that touch alone. when you lean down and press a soft kiss to the tip, he has to bite his lip to hold back a loud groan. his dick twitches at the sight of your small form kneeling between his legs. james watches you intently, his length jerking slightly as you run a tentative hand along his shaft. 

you wrap your hand around him experimentally, pumping gently like you've seen in porn. it's bigger than your hand, hot and hard and slightly damp at the tip. james's hips twitch involuntarily. he has such a pretty cock.

"like this?”

james nods, panting. "yeah, that's... that's good." his eyes roll back slightly as you stroke him, your small hand looking so delicate against his thick cock. he’s trying not to hip thrust too much, not wanting to be a dick. when you lean forward and lick a stripe up the underside, he actually yelps. "fuck!”

you explored his dick with your mouth like it's the most fascinating thing you've ever seen, you're taking your time, learning what makes him gasp and twitch. the head is sensitive, the ridge beneath it makes him curse when you suck it.

and you just love it when james curses.

his thighs tighten as you suck him deep, his length disappearing into your innocent little mouth. he’s never felt anything so perfect. you take him deeper, your lips stretched around him. his hands hover near your head, not wanting to push but desperate to guide. 

when he hits the back of your throat, you gag softly, the sound vibrating around his cock.

"fuuuck—take a breath, baby, that's enough." but you keep going.

he tangles his fingers in your hair loosely, just enough to let you know he's there.

"baby, i'm not gonna last—" his hips stuttered. "you gotta–" 

but then you look up at him with big innocent eyes, tongue swirling around his tip, and he's a goner.

his head falls back as he comes with a low moan, spilling down your throat. his grip on your hair tightens, holding you there as he pulses through his orgasm. when he finally releases you, you pull off with a gasp, a little string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick.

"holy shit.”

james was still panting heavily, his chest heaving as he looks down at you with wide eyes. and you're just kneeling down there, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like you didn't just deepthroat him so good. 

"come here.” james demands hoarsely as he pulls you up by your arms and drags you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"you just.. i can't even think right now." he buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "you're so fucking good at that.”

you chuckled, shifting a little as you adjusted your position closer to him. “how’s my first blow job?” you asked, trying to sound confident but clearly a little shy.

james laughed at you softly, the sound muffled against your skin.

"the best fucking blow job i’ve ever had," he admits. "you're a natural. a sweet, innocent-looking natural who just ruined me for all future blow jobs." james kisses your neck gently.

"too bad for you.”

"don't tease me, you little shit." his arms tightening around you as he says it so playfully.

his softening dick is still nestled between your thighs, sticky with his own cum. instead of being grossed out, you just shift comfortably, making him groan. 

"you're sitting on my dick like it's nothing." he complains good-naturedly.

"oh sorry.” you muttered, slowly trying to pull away.

but he caught your waist to keep you from moving.

"i didn't say get off. just... pointing out how cute you are sitting there like you own me." He kisses your jaw. "and besides, i think we're both far from done here. you still wanna... continue? if you're still comfortable.”

"oh im going all out, you know i'm not a quitter." you exclaimed persistently.

“oh? that's my girl." james murmurs, the pet name slipping out again. as james kisses you deeply, hand sliding down to cup your ass. "you really wanna do it now? before i get sensitive?" james was already half-hard again, proving his point.

“yes, james. i’m sure.” he rolls you off his lap, "then stay right there." he commands, rummaging through the drawer for a new condom. 

"you're really gonna rodeo cowboy me, huh?" james tears the wrapper open with his teeth, rolling the condom on quickly. “gonna ride me like a cowgirl?" 

"m’kay horsey.” you teased.

he laughs loudly, and annoyed look plastered on his face with your poorly timed joke, he lays back, his dick standing up against his stomach, already getting harder. 

"come on, you little fucking virgin.” he says so crudely as a comeback.

you fought a snort from your mouth as he watches you climb over him, your small form straddling his waist. he wraps his arms around your waist possessively as you sit there, his dick sandwiched between you. 

you gazed at him ever so curiously, your hair falling around your shoulders like a curtain.

james swallows hard, he's never seen anything sexier than you sitting there on his lap, about to take him inside your tight little pussy for the first time. 

james lifts you up slightly, positioning himself at your entrance. "baby... go slow okay?” he warns you.

his warning was out of your mind as you bit your lip while slowly lowering yourself onto him, your face immediately scrunching up slightly as he starts to stretch you open. james is sooo big, and long, and thick. so he knows it's gonna hurt like a bitch. 

"h-hurts like hell!”

james tried not to laugh at your adorable reaction. he knows it's not funny, cause you're literally impaled on his massive dick, your eyes watering with the pain. james pulls you down for a kiss, his hands squeezing your hips gently, maybe a little mental support would work on ya.

“there's my girl... you're doing sooo good.”

you whimpered as you finally sit down fully on him, his entire length buried inside you. james can feel your virginity breaking around him, and it makes him insane. he kisses you so deeply to distract you from the pain. "shh y/n... just breathe…”

you smacked his chest out of the blue, the sudden smack makes him laugh unexpectedly, breaking the serious moment. your little fist hitting his pec surprises him so much, he actually lifts his hips slightly, making you gasp.

"did you just hit me?" james asks with a grin, even though it didn't hurt.*

"you were supposed to warn me you're too big for me!”

"you're literally the one who said 'go all out.' and for the record, i did!" james argues as he deliciously thrusts up slowly, watching your face scrunch up adorably while you’re distracted. "and besides, that's the idea. you take what i give you, baby." 

he leans up to kiss your pouty lips, swallowing your sweet gasps and moans.

"already feeling better?" he mocks you when you were out of spiteful comebacks, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles while he keeps you pinned on him, waiting for you to adjust.

after a few more attempts on james trying to make it feel better for you, you slowly start rolling your hips, adjusting to his size. the painful stretch transforms into a full delicious pressure building in your belly.

"awww! it feels so good!" you cried in delight.

james saw you lose your inhibitions completely, riding him wildly with no shame. your tits bounce beautifully, your hair flies everywhere, and the sounds you make are music to his ears—whimpers, moans, gasps. he grips your thighs tightly. "fuck yes…”

your inner walls tighten rhythmically around his dick with each bounce, pulling him deeper inside you. the wet sounds of your coupling fill the room, with your wet pussy slipping up and down his massive length. james realizes you're not quiet during sex; you're actually quite loud and expressive.

it turns him on so much.

james flips you suddenly, surprising you with a yelp as you land on your back with him on top. "my turn," he growls, pushing your knees to your shoulders and slamming back into you without warning. 

"you're so fucking loud, baby. love it." his hips snap fast against yours now, the wet slapping sound filling the room. 

james pounds into you relentlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist as your high-pitched moans fill his ears. he's never been with someone who sounds so genuinely blissed out, you were purely overwhelmed with pleasure.

"that's it. all messy sounds and fucked out face, so fucking hot.” 

your legs are shaking, your toes curling as he rams into you at different angles. one particularly deep thrust makes you scream out his name, your back arching off the bed. james finds that spot deep inside you and just... stays there, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

"there," he pants. "right there?”

"mhm yeaaa!!” you mewled, a gentle, serene smile lighting up your face as a wave of pure contentment washed over you.

james chuckles at your adorableness being fucked stupid, his hand smacking your ass playfully. "this little slut just found her g-spot." he teases, but the look in his eyes is pure in satisfaction. 

with the newly found information, james starts fucking you deliberately now, hitting that spot over and over, watching your eyes roll back.

your moans just got more desperate. he leans down, capturing your mouth in a sloppy kiss while his hips never stop. "you close, baby?" he asks against your lips, his thrusts becoming messier, needier. "you gonna cum on my dick like bitch on heat?" 

your walls start fluttering around him, "i wanna cum with you james." you clung into him like a vice.

his eyes soften at the unexpected sentiment. the way you were clinging to him like he's your whole world, wanting to share the moment with him. james decided to slows his thrusts, making them deeper, more meaningful.

"yes, baby. yesss." he kisses you through it. "together. i’m close too." 

james buries his face in your neck, his body tensing as he starts to cum inside you. the feeling of his hot seed filling you up sends you over the edge too, and you clench around him tightly as you orgasm together. he keeps thrusting shallowly, milking both of your orgasms for all it’s worth.

he took it as a chance and kissed you deeply once again, his tongue swallowing your cries of pleasure as you both ride out your orgasms. when you're both finally spent, he collapses on top of you gently, his softening dick still inside you. as you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to pull out.

"mhm so good..” you whined.

"you liked that?"

"yes." you smiled at him contentedly and james catches that look in your eyes, that grateful adoring gaze, and something warm settles in his chest. he props himself up on his elbows, his dick slipping out of you with a wet sound. he doesn't mind it, just pulls you closer, kissing your forehead lazily.

james smiles down at you, brushing your hair out of your face. you look so cute and well-fucked by him with your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen from kissing. he can't help but lean down and kiss you again, and again.

meanwhile you were just lying there, accepting all his love and adoration, even if the both of you were naked and sweating, your bodies sticky with dried cum and pussy juices. 

james pulls you into his chest, your small frame fitting perfectly against his larger one. his hand rubs lazy circles on your back. you can hear the faint sound of rain hitting the window now. 

"thank you for... letting me be your first.”

@kiswritting (his no.1 slave)

taglist : @ramenoil , @albavicent2010

[novasora]

: TEXTS WITH BF HEESEUNG ( 희승 ) . . . ✦ ݁˖ 🦌

idol!heeseung x afab!reader . cursing . suggestiv minors dni

[luvyeni]

───── soundgasm pt. 2 ⸝⸝⸝ lee chanyoung

⌗SOUNDGASM —

⧼ 🍰 ⧽ 一 pairing。 ⸝⸝ nsfwvoiceactor!anton x femcamgirl!reader 𓄵 genre smau contains! language, crack , heavy sexual content , jokes amongst friends { part one. part two. part. three }

( yeni’s notes ). pls ignore that it say chaeyoung in my mind i was writing chanyoung

©️LUVYENI

[breathe4me]

I'LL KEEP YOU MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

˚⟡˖ ni-ki is the well known bad boy on college campus, the loner which always has a cigarette in his hand whilst you're the bratty popular girl which always has a new guy hanging off your arm. When your best friend wants some weed for her party you have no choice but to talk to ni-ki and ni-ki has no choice but to put you in your place for the second time.˚⟡˖

loner bad boy puma hybrid ! niki x popular bratty girl! reader

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ rough dom! niki, brat tamer! niki knotting, breeding, pregnacy talks, anal fingering, fingering, choking, hair pulling, public sex, hate sex, brat! reader, mentions of weed, over stimulation (F! receiving), tit sucking, reader takes the condom off, knot fucking, squirting, biting, mentions of reader fingering herself to the thought of ni-ki. theres too much fucking shit for me to tag it all so just read at your own risk.

WC: 2608

Ni-ki did almost everything alone, hiding in the shadows where the normal person wouldn’t go. Clothes which blended into the night sky and were 2x too big for him but in a way which was far too fashionable. Ni-ki didn’t want to be recognised. He never understood why people did want the attention, the way they craved to be in the spotlight. Maybe it was because he wasn’t fully human like everyone had always reminded him. How his ears were pointed and black whilst everyone else had normal human ones. How he had a sleek, black tail when everyone else had evolved from that centuries ago. 

Ni-ki adjusts the cap on his head, messy bangs peaking out from under the lip and being forced against his forehead. His pointed ears poke out from the slits he had cut into the fabric of the cap, the jewellery dangling from the tips catching in the moonlight. His tail drapes over the center console of the car, the tip thumping against the passenger's seat. The roads are basically empty at this time, only a few randoms who probably had to do a late night grocery run polluting the area. One of Ni-ki’s hands grip the steering wheel, the other one resting in his lap as he pulls into the empty parking lot he had agreed to meet the customer in. The weed is in his pocket, double wrapped in foil and a plastic baggie, the smell was extra strong to his sensitive cat nose. Ni-ki’s fingers drum against the smooth leather of the steering wheel, moving to trace over the Mercedes emblem in the middle. His right ear turns to the direction of the car park's entrance when he hears another car pull up. The engine of his car switches off, reaching over to open the passenger door so the customer knows to get in. The silent routine which he had created on one of the first times he dealt. 

The warm air is sucked out of the car, only the sound of the cd Ni-ki had started playing earlier filling the small area of the car park. He turns his head, feline eyes scanning the lot before he sees someone walking towards him, heading to the passenger's side. “Hey,” You smile, settling into the seat and shutting the door to Ni-ki’s car. “Cool car for a loser like you,” your words are teasing and far too friendly for someone who was basically living in a different world to Ni-ki.

Ni-ki’s ears pin to his head at the sound of your stupidly high pitched voice, nose scrunching up at the scent of your perfume. His tail immediately retreats into his lap, eyes scanning over your obnoxiously bright outfit. Far too much pink, far too much make up. 

“What are you doing here?” Ni-ki doesn't bother to match your faux friendly tone, his eyes moving to look out the windshield. “Thought you couldn’t be seen with someone like me,” His tone sours, brown eyes moving to look at you once again taking in the way your shirt is far too tight and your skirt far too short. You and Ni-ki weren’t exactly on the friendliest terms, especially since you had hooked up a few months ago and never texted him back. You had only sent one of your little side guys to talk to him, telling him you didn’t want to be seen with someone like him. “Need some weed and you’re the only dealer I know,” You shrug, putting one of your legs up on the dashboard. “You’re still hung up over the hook up? I thought pumas were all cool and that, not pathetic,” your tone is degrading, nothing but disinterest and pure brattiness behind it. “Watch your tone.” Ni-ki’s voice leaves little room to argue, but not none which you take advantage of, pushing his buttons even further.

“Why? Your little sensitive ears can’t handle the truth? That you’re a pathetic little cub who can’t grow up?” you lean closer, eyes glaring into Ni-ki’s feline ones, trying to challenge him. To rile him up like the brat you were. 

“Bet you haven’t had anyone fuck you as good as me have you little loser?” You reach up to pull the baseball cap off of his head, fingers brushing against the silky fur of Ni-ki’s ear. He only growls but he doesn’t make any move to stop you.

“I thought you came here for weed but you can’t even do that without being a fucking brat can you?” His voice is sharp, one of his large hands wrapping around your waist to yank you into his lap.

 “Last time you begged so prettily, I mustn’t have fucked you hard enough if you’re still such a bitch huh?” Ni-ki slides his hands down to your waist, reaching your ass before his hands wander under your skirt, an eyebrow cocking when he realised you had no panties on. “Such a slut, you didn’t come here for weed at all did you? You came here to rile me up, so i’d fuck you right back into your place?”

Ni-ki’s tone is menacing, clawed fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass in a way which makes your pussy clench. “N-No,” You turn your head to the side, trying to keep the bratty act up but it was far harder to do so when you were sitting on Ni-ki’s lap with his tail curled around your waist. 

The faint light of the car highlighted each of his features, the way his jaw clenched when he felt how wet you were already. The way his ears flicked and twisted at each tiny noise you made and how his nose twitched when he caught a whiff of your arousal. 

“P-Please,” you whine, head dropping onto Ni-ki’s broad shoulders as his fingers brush against your dripping slit. Your hips buck towards his hand, attempting to chase his touch.

“But I thought you only came for the weed?” Ni-ki smirks, hands moving to your chest so he could pinch and pull at your nipples. You clench around nothing, a breathy moan passing your lips. You had always been vocal, sensitive and extremely reactive to every little bit of touch Ni-ki gave you. 

“I came to see you!” You cry, eyes welling with tears when Ni-ki’s sharp teeth sink into your neck. “Please touch me, I need you. No one has felt as good as you did, no one fucks me as good as you do, please Ni-ki, please touch me, please.” you babble, fingers tangling in his dark hair.

The cold metal of Ni-ki’s tongue piercing runs over the dark mark he left on your neck in attempts to soothe it, hands going back under your skirt. His thumb rubs harsh circles on your clit whilst his ring and middle finger slide into you with little to no resistance. 

“So fucking wet, did you finger yourself to the thought of this? Of me taking you in my car?” Ni-ki’s lips ghost your ear as he talks, his lip ring catching on the shell. You nod weakly, his hand stilling inside of you and you frantically shake your head.

“N-no, please! Please!” Tears are already running down your cheeks, pupils blown wide with the desperate need to cum. A soft purr bubbles in Ni-ki’s chest at the sight of you already so broken down and needy but the bratty glint is still in your eye.

“Ride my fingers, show me how badly you want it princess,” Ni-ki relaxes his arm, leaning back into his seat as your hands grip his shoulders. You slowly lift your hips, angling yourself over his hand before sinking back down on his fingers. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you settle fully on his fingers, clit brushing against the heel of his hand.

“P-please,” Your voice breaks as you try to talk, hips grinding down into his hand so you could feel some sort of pleasure. You basically went limp on his lap, too much of a princess to actually pleasure yourself for once.

“Do I really have to do everything for you y/n?” Ni-ki tsks disappointedly, pushing you back so you were sat on his knees rather than his lap. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you in a pace which has you seeing stars. 

The wet squelching of your pussy fills the car mixed with your moans before Ni-ki remembers you’re both in public and that anyone could walk by and catch you. He leans forward, pulling you into a kiss full of nothing but teeth and hatred, his tongue delving deep into your mouth so you could only drool on it.

“Such a fucking greedy pussy, sucking my fingers in like it fucking missed me,” Ni-ki pants against your lips, his non busy hand hiking up your tiny top to free your breasts. Your bra comes off with ease, falling down to your lap. Ni-ki moves his tail so it hooks onto the edge of your bra and moves it to the back seat.

His clawed hand gropes at your left boob whilst his mouth attacks your right, licking and sucking at your sensitive nipple. His sharp teeth catch the bud, gently nipping at it. You cum on his fingers with a scream of his name, his fingers not slowly down despite how hard you were clenching down on him. “Too-too much,” you sob, vision blurry with tears but you could still work out the faint smirk on his face. “But you wanted me to make you feel good didn’t you baby? You wanted me to play with your naughty holes until that brattiness went anyway,” Ni-ki coos, sliding his fingers out of your cunt and straight into your mouth so you could clean them off.

He moves you from his lap basically throwing you into the backseat before he's sliding out of the car and opening the back door. “Such a pretty pussy, such a shame it's on such a bratty bitch.” His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you into his crotch so you could feel how hard he was through his baggy jeans.

“You feel that baby? Feel how hard my cock is for you?” Ni-ki purrs as he unbuckles his belt and yanks his jeans and boxers down to midthigh. You moan at the sight of his cock, thick and long with precum beading at the tip. 

“Want you, need you, need you here,” You grab his cock, a soft sigh passing your lips at the weight of it in your palm. You guide his cock to your cunt, hips bucking as you rub his tip against your clit.

“So desperate for me,” Ni-ki grunts as you use his cock for your own pleasure, hips stuttering slightly as he tries to slip inside already. One of his hands rests on your stomach to steady himself as his other hand and tail rummage through the glovebox to find a condom. “Beg for me baby, beg for me to fuck you,” 

“Please, Ni-ki! I need you so bad-” Ni-ki’s hand across your cheek stops you mid sentence, the stinging sensation makes your brain go fuzzy. You can feel the slight residue of lube on your cheek from Ni-ki’s fingers from where he had rolled the condom on.

“Daddy, please!” you fix your mistake, watching the way the sadistic smile spread across Ni-ki’s face showing his sharp fangs and the way the light of the street lamp caught on the white tooth. 

You almost scream when thrusts inside of you, his thick cock stretching you out in a way no other guy could ever. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, mouth being silenced by the tip of Ni-ki’s tail. You sink your teeth into the soft fur earning a hiss from Ni-ki but he doesn’t protest, anything to not get caught with his cock balls deep in the college’s whore.

“Take me so well, so fucking deep,” Ni-ki’s hips pull all the way out before slamming back into you, watching the way your stomach bulges due to the sheer size of his cock. His eyebrows furrow in concentration as he tries to hit your g-spot dead on, remembering how crazy you went last time.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your hands and knees and slamming back into you, pressing your face into the leather of the car seat so your moans are muffled. He spreads your ass cheeks with his hands, leaning forwards and spitting directly onto your asshole.

“Gonna stuff all of your holes with me,” He pulls out momentarily to grab some of your pussy slick on his fingers, rubbing them against your asshole. You whine, hand reaching back to grab his cock and tug the condom off of him, throwing it on the ground.

“Wanna feel you,” You squirm as Ni-ki’s ring finger presses into your asshole, hips going up to meet his hand. “Fucking desperate little bitch. I’m tryna be safe and make sure you don’t end up knocked up but you’d probably like that huh? Carrying my baby and living off of me, being the little cock sleeve you know you’re meant to be,”

Ni-ki punctuates his words by thrusting his cock into your cunt again, balls deep all in one thrust. You drool on the seat, another one of his fingers stretching your ass out as he hits your g-spot dead on each time. A white ring of your cream forming around the base of his cock.

“You feel so fucking warm, so tight. So much better without the fucking condom,” He pants, his tail thrashing behind him as the car shook from the force of his thrusts. He lifts one of his legs to be on the floor of the car, giving him a way to angle his hips even deeper inside of you.

“Daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your words come out each time he bottoms out inside of you, almost as if he was fucking them out of you. One of his hands moved to your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to arch your back. He moves his hand from your hair to your neck, choking you so hard your eyes cloud with little white stars.

“Apologise. Apologise for being a brat and not asking daddy nicely for what you wanted,” Ni-ki growls his knot swelling at the base of his cock. His thrusts got shallower as he used all of his self control not to fuck you onto his knot.

“Nghh! I’m sorry daddy! Sorry for being so rude and not using my words!” You sob, his claws creating dark red crescents on the sides of your neck. You thrust your hips back against him, forcing his knot inside of you.

Your toes curl, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave, eyes screwing shut as you squirt on his cock. Your essence sprayed from your pussy, coating the expensive leather of Ni-ki’s car and his cock.

“Fucking hell baby, gonna stuff you full- cumming, fuck I’m cumming. Take it, take it you filthy little whore!” Ni-ki grunts loudly as his knot swells enough to lock you together, cum emptying from his balls in thick spurts. He whimpers when you clench down on him, milking him of each and every drop he has to offer.

“Don’t, don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” your words come out harsh, body entirely limp below Ni-ki as he panted on top of you, both of your bodies covered in sweat.

“Your dirty secret is safe with me baby,” 

[4hoonz]

𝕭ig girls don’t 𝕮𝖗𝖞 — Sunghoon

PAIRING: bf!sunghoon x f!reader

SUMMARY: you had speculations your boyfriend sunghoon was flirting with his coworker but turns out you were wrong. sunghoon becomes irritated taking matters into his own hands not liking the accusations.

CONTAINS: smut, dirty talk, established relationship, unprotected sex, p in v, dom!hoon.

WORD COUNT: 1k

a/n : SORRY this is like really short! #barewithme

the door shut behind sunghoon with more force than usual, the sound echoing through the apartment. you were already standing near the couch, arms crossed, heart racing like you’d been waiting for this moment all night. dont back down, you told yourself. if you don’t say something now, you never will.

sunghoon glanced up, clearly caught off guard by your expression. “why are you looking at me like that?”

you didn’t waste any time. “who is she to you?”

he blinked, obviously confused. “what..?”

“the girl you were talking to earlier on the phone.” you said quickly, words spilling out faster the longer you’d help them in. “the one you were laughing with, that coworker of yours. dont act like you don’t know.”

sunghoon let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “are you serious right now?”

“yes, im serious” you said, stepping closer your chest all of a sudden felt tight, your thoughts racing over each detail you’d replayed in your head all evening. the way he smiled when she spoke. he smiled too hard. that had to mean something. “you were flirting with her”

this made his expression harden “no i wasn’t y/n.”

“you were smiling way too much. you don’t smile like that with just anyone”

“that’s because i was excited.” he snapped “she was telling me that she overheard our boss saying we were gonna get a good raise.” the certainty in his voice made your stomach drop. raise? “but you never mention-“

“mentioned what?” he cut in, irritation rising “i was coming home to tell you because i wanted to be sure. god, i can’t even come home and celebrate in peace”

your grip tightened around your own arms. “i just think it’s weird” you said, softer now. “you don’t talk to me like that anymore”

sunghoon scoffed. “can you grow up? act like a big girl for once and stop acting immature. you are sitting here comparing that 5 minute conversation to our whole relationship.”

“whatever sunghoon i am a big girl, the fuck” you said scoffing, turning away until you hear him walk towards you and pull you into him. his arms encircled your waist, yanking you back against his chest so hard that the air whooshed from your lungs.

you stumbled, your back colliding with the solid warmth of his body, and before you could protest, his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your shirt. the argument still hung in the air like smoke, your words accusatory, but now they twisted into something primal, a raw tension that crackled between you. “s-sunghoon what are you doing”

sunghoon's breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low growl that vibrated through you. "you wanna have an attitude and accuse me of shit you know isn’t true..so you know what im gonna do? im gonna fuck those ridiculous thoughts out of your head." he muttered, his voice low and it somehow made your knees weaken. his hands slid up your sides, rough and possessive, bunching your shirt as he spun you around to face him, his eyes dark with a mix of frustration and hunger.

you barely had time to gasp before his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss bruising and demanding, his tongue forcing its way past your lips in a way that left no room for hesitation. he backed you against the couch, his body pressing you down onto the cushions with his weight, his hands already tearing at your clothes, yanking your shirt over your head, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room.

your heart pounded wildly, a storm of emotions swirling inside you, anger, jealousy, and an undeniable ache that his touch ignited. he stripped you bare with impatient hands, his fingers tracing the curve of your breasts before pinching your nipples hard enough to make you whimper, the pain blending into a fierce pleasure that shot straight to your core. "look at you.." he snarled, his voice rough as he shed his own clothes, revealing his athletic body, his cock already straining and leaking against your thigh.

he positioned himself between your legs, thrusting into you without warning, filling you completely in one brutal stroke that made your back arch and your eyes sting with tears.

the rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust deep and punishing, his hips slamming into yours with a force that made the couch creak beneath you. your body responded despite the turmoil in your mind, your pussy clenching around him, wet and aching as he drove into you over and over. tears streamed down your cheeks, born from the intensity of it all, the raw vulnerability of your exposed emotions, the sting of his words echoing in your ears. "you’re a big girl right? big girls don't cry, so take it" he taunted between gritted teeth, his hand gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

beneath his dominance, you caught a flicker of something softer, a silent plea for connection amid the chaos. the room filled with the sounds of your shared breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and your muffled sobs as he pushed you closer to the edge, his pace never faltering until you both cum, your body trembling in surrender. in that moment, the lines between love and conflict blurred, leaving you both raw and exposed, wondering if this could possibly fix what you started.

[4hoonz]

𝕭ig girls don’t 𝕮𝖗𝖞 — Sunghoon

PAIRING: bf!sunghoon x f!reader

SUMMARY: you had speculations your boyfriend sunghoon was flirting with his coworker but turns out you were wrong. sunghoon becomes irritated taking matters into his own hands not liking the accusations.

CONTAINS: smut, dirty talk, established relationship, unprotected sex, p in v, dom!hoon.

WORD COUNT: 1k

a/n : SORRY this is like really short! #barewithme

the door shut behind sunghoon with more force than usual, the sound echoing through the apartment. you were already standing near the couch, arms crossed, heart racing like you’d been waiting for this moment all night. dont back down, you told yourself. if you don’t say something now, you never will.

sunghoon glanced up, clearly caught off guard by your expression. “why are you looking at me like that?”

you didn’t waste any time. “who is she to you?”

he blinked, obviously confused. “what..?”

“the girl you were talking to earlier on the phone.” you said quickly, words spilling out faster the longer you’d help them in. “the one you were laughing with, that coworker of yours. dont act like you don’t know.”

sunghoon let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “are you serious right now?”

“yes, im serious” you said, stepping closer your chest all of a sudden felt tight, your thoughts racing over each detail you’d replayed in your head all evening. the way he smiled when she spoke. he smiled too hard. that had to mean something. “you were flirting with her”

this made his expression harden “no i wasn’t y/n.”

“you were smiling way too much. you don’t smile like that with just anyone”

“that’s because i was excited.” he snapped “she was telling me that she overheard our boss saying we were gonna get a good raise.” the certainty in his voice made your stomach drop. raise? “but you never mention-“

“mentioned what?” he cut in, irritation rising “i was coming home to tell you because i wanted to be sure. god, i can’t even come home and celebrate in peace”

your grip tightened around your own arms. “i just think it’s weird” you said, softer now. “you don’t talk to me like that anymore”

sunghoon scoffed. “can you grow up? act like a big girl for once and stop acting immature. you are sitting here comparing that 5 minute conversation to our whole relationship.”

“whatever sunghoon i am a big girl, the fuck” you said scoffing, turning away until you hear him walk towards you and pull you into him. his arms encircled your waist, yanking you back against his chest so hard that the air whooshed from your lungs.

you stumbled, your back colliding with the solid warmth of his body, and before you could protest, his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your shirt. the argument still hung in the air like smoke, your words accusatory, but now they twisted into something primal, a raw tension that crackled between you. “s-sunghoon what are you doing”

sunghoon's breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low growl that vibrated through you. "you wanna have an attitude and accuse me of shit you know isn’t true..so you know what im gonna do? im gonna fuck those ridiculous thoughts out of your head." he muttered, his voice low and it somehow made your knees weaken. his hands slid up your sides, rough and possessive, bunching your shirt as he spun you around to face him, his eyes dark with a mix of frustration and hunger.

you barely had time to gasp before his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss bruising and demanding, his tongue forcing its way past your lips in a way that left no room for hesitation. he backed you against the couch, his body pressing you down onto the cushions with his weight, his hands already tearing at your clothes, yanking your shirt over your head, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room.

your heart pounded wildly, a storm of emotions swirling inside you, anger, jealousy, and an undeniable ache that his touch ignited. he stripped you bare with impatient hands, his fingers tracing the curve of your breasts before pinching your nipples hard enough to make you whimper, the pain blending into a fierce pleasure that shot straight to your core. "look at you.." he snarled, his voice rough as he shed his own clothes, revealing his athletic body, his cock already straining and leaking against your thigh.

he positioned himself between your legs, thrusting into you without warning, filling you completely in one brutal stroke that made your back arch and your eyes sting with tears.

the rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust deep and punishing, his hips slamming into yours with a force that made the couch creak beneath you. your body responded despite the turmoil in your mind, your pussy clenching around him, wet and aching as he drove into you over and over. tears streamed down your cheeks, born from the intensity of it all, the raw vulnerability of your exposed emotions, the sting of his words echoing in your ears. "you’re a big girl right? big girls don't cry, so take it" he taunted between gritted teeth, his hand gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

beneath his dominance, you caught a flicker of something softer, a silent plea for connection amid the chaos. the room filled with the sounds of your shared breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and your muffled sobs as he pushed you closer to the edge, his pace never faltering until you both cum, your body trembling in surrender. in that moment, the lines between love and conflict blurred, leaving you both raw and exposed, wondering if this could possibly fix what you started.

[nyangjoz]

Helloooooo!! :3

How are u? <3

I was wondering if u has any thoughts on clingy Juju during the act?

hii im so good!! tysm for asking hun!! and ughh so many thoughts..

cw// mdni! clingy ju, p in v sex, post nut clarity lol, dasit

he especially gets like this when you are apart for a little while!! like when hes overseas for promotions or seeing his family and he doesnt take you with,, he gets so clingy once he gets home!! not wanting to let you alone for more then two minutes. pretty boy follows you around the house like a lost puppy :( he just loves you so much,, he hates being apart from you..

after probably an hour of foreplay wiju finally slides himself into you! no matter how many times he's been inside he never gets used to it :(( feeling how your plush walls squeeze around him so perfectly he just cannot get enough of you >< his head falls into your neck, leaving light kisses all over your collarbone, shoulder, and neck. his arms would wrap around you as he slowly and shallowly thrusts into your tight cunt, wanting to savor every bit of you :(

and if you thought he was clingy before and during,, just wait and see how he is after!! his post-nut clarity is more like him realizing how in love with his pretty girl he is :(( he does NOT want to let you go afterwards and keeps his arms wrapped around you as tight as possible without hurting you!

[4hoonz]

i wanna write something for yeonjun based on talk to you or something off his album but im like FAWKING stuck

[bambiihee-deactivated20260203]

yes pls more baby daddy ki im foaming at the mouth

JUST TAKE IT. › › 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 🕊️⚰️ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ────── 西村 力 x 𝑓!reader

𓄵 𝓉w。dubcon cnc dead dove toxic relationships riki is TOXICCC breeding kink creampie rough sex dom!ki very brief mention of them being fuckbuddies dirty talk pet names manipulation protected sex that turns into unprotected sex the condom breaks but ki doesn't stop reader says no but she DOESNT MEAN IT !! manhandling babytrapping reader described having a bush all my reader inserts have bushes fyi. this one just says it out loud. bush enjoyers unite / 1.8k

〔 밤비 〕 guys.... babytrapping w toxic bd ki..... hear me out..... here r some writing crumbs after blueballing u guys for weeks. im getting back on the grindset soon i promise.. thank u all for putting up w me and not stoning me to death every time i said i would post something and then Didn't. if i could kiss u all individually on the mouth i would. this is not even slightly proofread. if this reads like garbage pls dont kill me im rusty (first riki smut kind of nervous.)

"what's the matter, baby?" riki breathes against the shell of your ear, gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to the way he grips your wrist tight enough to bruise. he's playing dumb, like he doesn't know exactly what it is you're thinking, like he can't read the frightened look on your face as if it were an open book.

you can't meet his eyes, too occupied with peering down between your legs-- riki's got his cock slid up between your pussy lips, shaft hard and throbbing against your weeping entrance, the bulbous tip poking out to nudge at your clit when he rocks his hips forwards. It's an angry red and leaking pearly precum, mixing it together with your juices and smearing it across the short curly hairs gathered toward the top of your mound. You hate the way he does this every time, just because he can; the sick sadist in him gets a rush out of it, how he can make you cry and beg for it without even trying, without even raising a finger. How you'll bend to his whim even when it humiliates you because you're too far under his spell to fight back anymore.

riki's grin is downright cruel, jerking the base of his cock in his hand, slapping his mushroom head lightly against your throbbing clit. Your cunt aches with emptiness, the stimulation doing nothing more than riling you up further. his free hand holds both of your wrists above your head, pinning you flat against the mattress and leaving you defenseless to his onslaught of teasing.

"it's-- it's too big, 'ki, you gotta-- i need--" your warning is cut off by a strangled whimper falling from your lips, your legs twitching from where they dangle over riki's shoulders. his hot breath fans across your face, making you ache for a kiss from his plump, slick lips that dripped with your arousal. he'd had his head between your thighs for the better part of an hour, til you were shaking and drenching his cheeks, but still you were far from prepared for the way his cockhead pushes at your rim. you're frightened by the sheer size of it, veins gnarled, thick and pulsing. the pressure is already overwhelming, no matter how familiar.

"you're bein' a baby." riki sneers, his large hand splayed out across your tummy. your shirt and bra are pushed up to your armpits, exposing your breasts and stomach to his hungry gaze and even hungrier touch. "you don't need me to stretch you. already made me put this stupid condom on 'n you're still being bossy. just stay still 'n take this cock for me-- i know you can. you've done it before."

but your pussy is making it difficult, hole so wet his cock keeps missing your hole, instead slipping against your folds and bumping at your clit. the pleasure of it is both too much and not enough, leaving you unsteady and shaking, scratching raw red marks into riki's biceps. with a growl of frustration he folds your legs even farther back, to the point that your knees were nearly knocking at your ears. the bid to keep you from squirming works enough that he's finally able to get his cockhead to catch your entrance and slide in-- you gasp from the sudden overwhelming stretch, unable to do anything but take it with the weight of riki's hips holding you down, gravity guiding his fat shaft deeper and deeper without pause. agonizingly slow he sheathes himself to the hilt, until his heavy balls rested against your ass and his flared tip kissed your cervix with warning. your eyes roll back in tandem with riki’s deep, guttural groan, overtaken by the burning stretch as he forces your pussy to open up for him. it’s just on the right side of painful, setting your nerves alight like live wires, a hazy fog rolling over your senses and clouding any ideas that weren’t to spread your legs wider, buck your hips up a little more. yes, it hurts, just like you knew it would, but the ridges of his shaft and the delightfully full feeling in your tummy were twisting the pain into something bordering on pleasurable. it would give way entirely to complete ecstasy, you knew, once your muscles manage to loosen.

“there you go, baby. just like that.” riki coos, goading as he rolls his hips to test the waters. your pussy’s grip on him is chokehold-tight, gummy walls stretched to their limits, yet he still manages to unsheathe himself and plunge in again in the beginnings of a slow, rough rhythm. you can feel every ridge and vein, dragging hot and heavy against your sensitive walls-- clawing at his tanned skin works to ground you, just enough to keep you from floating away. "atta girl, taking it so good. gonna make you scream."

“b-big—!” you croak in a daze, an echo of your earlier sentiments; it was all you could manage to make yourself say, rendered brainless in an instant as his blunt cockhead nudges your cervix. “so— so fucking big! ‘n deep, riki, fuck—!“

“yeah?” he huffs, hips stuttering flush against yours. “am i too big for your little cunt, baby? feel me all the way up here?”

he presses down on the bulge his cock makes in your belly, causing the both of you to keen, your little dripping pussy fluttering around his cock as he twitches inside of you. you desperately want him to really move, to start pounding your pussy like you know you've both been wanting so, so badly… you stupidly nod at riki's teasing words, bucking your hips the best you can folded practically in half. “yes, yes!” you wail, voice slurred, “give it to me!”

“you’re so pretty when you’re begging for me, angel,” chan grins crookedly, pulling his hips back to slide himself out of your hole again . you hold your breath in wicked anticipation. "you think you deserve it? for teasing me all fuckin' day, for making me wear this condom--"

“i do! i deserve it, i want it so bad-- i-i’m your good girl, i'll be so good for you!” your legs kick uselessly over his shoulders, core burning from how you were bent underneath him, immobilized. “please, please, i’ve been so good!”

he revels in your whimpers and whines, in the way you toss your head back and shake in desperation-- your reward is him beginning to thrust in earnest, immediately setting an impossible pace, pounding your pussy like he hated you. “you’re so good for me, baby doll, my good little girl. begging for me so nicely… can’t live without this cock, huh?”

you can't reply, can't even string together a sentence; he's just begun and you're already tipping into too-much territory, your cervix battered and your walls stretched wide. the seat of his palm digging into your clit only serves to overstimulate you further, pulsating as he stirs your insides. "fuck, fuck, rik', you gotta slow down--!"

your whiny voice stutters with every thrust into your hole, greedy wet pussy squelching obscenely around him even as you struggle in his grip. the pleasure is overwhelming, his cock so deep inside of you it’s dizzying, as if he’s pushed past your cervix and was fucking into your womb-- his heavy balls clap loudly against your ass as his thrusts pick up speed, deaf to your cries and pleads.

“sh-shhh princess, it’s okay, i've got you,” riki coos down at you in a broken voice, drunk on the way your walls squeeze around him. he’s chasing after his own pleasure and release like an animal, groping your tits, your waist, your thighs, his hands so big that your perky fat breasts are completely engulfed by his fingers.

the knot in your belly feels different, hotter than ever before, reaching a fever pitch you never thought possible. you wrap your shaking legs around him the best you can, grasp desperately onto the arms that hold you down.

“'ki!” you sob, pawing desperately at his broad chest. “i’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me c-cum—!”

“a-ah fuck.” riki grunts, sweat dripping from his furrowed brow. “i'm gonna cum too. you-- you gotta ask for it first. beg for it.”

“oh my god, please!” you wail, “i wanna cum so fucking bad! i wanna-- i wanna cum with you!”

“good girl, that’s my girl, fuckin' do it, make a mess all over my cock—“

suddenly, in the midst of your pleasure, you can feel the condom snap inside of you, the fat mushroom head of riki's cock poking out through the flimsy latex as he thrusts deeply-- if he notices, it doesn't stop him from continuing to fuck you vigorously, squeezing your breasts as they bounce with his thrusts.

"wait, riki, you gotta pull out!" you yelp, digging your nails into his thick bicep, "the condom broke, you can't cum inside, please pull out--!"

and riki just shakes his head, jaw set and eyes fiery, focused and determined.

your stomach flips with fear-- you can tell by the way his hips stutter and shake that he’s just on the edge, fat cock filling you up so good your mind is nearly blank. despite the way you squirm and push at him, a dark, primal part of you didn’t really want him to pull out… sickeningly it craved to feel his thick hot cum flooding your womb and marking you from the inside out.

"i wanna cum inside of you so fucking bad." he pants, deliriously like he was mumbling to himself. "gonna fill you up. gonna get you pregnant. make you... make you mine. no more of this fuckbuddy shit."

"no!" you squeal, but even you can tell from the tone of your crying that you don't really mean it. you could fight him harder, push back more... yet you choose to lay back and take whatever riki gives you. just as he's conditioned you to do.

riki's hands leave your jiggling tits, instead grabbing tightly ahold of your thighs to fold into an even deeper mating press— the new angle makes you scream, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck. “come on, fuck. let me do it. let me breed you."

your nod is microscopic, but he picks up on it immediately, nearly howling with delight as his hips come crashing down on you. his climax is explosive, triggering your own as his heavy twitching balls dump his load right against your cervix, so deep it feels like he’s filling up your empty aching womb. helpless to your body, you squirt all over his abs and pelvis, the force of your orgasm so strong it knocks the wind out of you and leaves you gasping for breath.

there's so much cum it leaks out everywhere, your mixed releases dripping down your pussy lips and his balls to collect in a sticky pool on the bedsheets. it feels so warm and thick in your belly, leaving you oddly satisfied. you wrap your legs tight around riki's waist, trapping him against you with his cock slowly softening against your pulsating gummy walls.

"you're gonna be so hot pregnant." he whispers in awe, chest heaving, and you don't have the energy to do anything but moan.

[shyxcherry]

after party | euijoo

summary: in public, he's charming, polite, and perfect to everyone on campus. that is until he sees another guy get too close to you at a party, leading that image to crack in private.

pairing: fratboy!ej x female!reader

warnings: established relationship, mostly smut and not much plot, jealousy, alcohol consumption, dom!ej, sub!reader, slight toxic ej??, dirty talk, overstimulation, marking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

notes: thank you to whoever requested this! i love you and this. likes and reblogs appreciated!

if you were to ask anyone on campus who they would trust with anything, they're answer would be the same. byun euijoo. he was labeled the 'perfect frat boy.'

he was the one who all the professors talked about. the one who makes sure everyone gets home after parties, calling ubers and even helping them in the car. the one who somehow managed basketball and a full course load, along with running a majority of the events of his house. the one who people often said he was almost too good to be true.

and then there was you. the quiet dancer who often kept to herself. the one who was always shutting down every guy who talked to you, so when you showed up at a party at the beginning of the school year wrapped around his arm, people started talking. and they have yet to stop even though it's the end of the year even though you've been to every party since. including this one.

finals had just been finished, and people were about to start traveling home to see their families, leading this to be the last party of the year. and of course, it was your boyfriend's frat house who was throwing it.

despite the weather being a little cold, you were wearing a short dress that your room mate had let you borrow, or more like she forced you to wear it. as soon as you stepped through the door, euijoo was there to greet you, looking down at you with a large smile before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

"you look beautiful." you smile against his lips as you pull away. you lightly tug on the basketball jersey he was wearing- the same as every other guy who lived here.

"you look hot."

you heard him laugh as he pulled you into his arms, resting his arm on your shoulder. "come on, baby. lets get you something to drink."

by the time you two got something to drink and settled down, the party was in full swing. there bodies every where. music was pouring from the speakers.

you two were in the living room with some friends. you were sitting on euijoo's lap, his hand resting low on your waist. you two were there for a little over an hour when you started getting restless, wanting to go back to his room upstairs, but he said no each time you asked. you tried everything to get him to agree, even squirming in his lap. you felt him twitch beneath you, along with his hand tightening on your waist, but he didn't give you any other reaction than that.

you pouted at your boyfriend before looking down at your empty cup. "i'm going to get another drink. you want anything?"

"no, baby." he pulled you close, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away. "hurry back."

you nod your head before getting up and making your way to the kitchen. you had just made you another drink when you felt someone brush against your back. you turn to see a guy you haven't seen before standing behind you, clearly drunk.

"hey, you're yn, right?" he asked, making you nod your head. "i went to the showcase last week. my sister was in it. you did great."

you gave him a small smile. "thanks. i appreciate it."

"like, i couldn't even keep my eyes off of you. my sister asked me how she did, and i had to lie to her saying she did great even though i only watched you."

your eyes widened at the confession, taking a few steps back from him. "oh... that's cool. i'm gonna go."

"hey wait!"

you had barely backed away two steps when you ran into someone. you almost turned around to apologize, but stopped when their arm wrapped around your waist. you relax into who you knew was euijoo's embrace, glancing up at him to see him almost glaring at the guy in front of you. "do we have a problem, josh?"

"not at all. i was just telling yn how she killed it at the showcase last week." he answered. you felt euijoo's hand tighten on your waist, a silent sign to you that he wasn't nearly as happy as he looked on the outside.

"she did, didn't she?" you look up at his question to see him staring at you. he smiles when he meets your gaze. a smile that looked real to josh, but you knew was fake. "my girlfriend is very talented."

you didn't miss the emphasis on the word girlfriend. "thank you, ju."

"wait, this is the girlfriend you never shut up about in class?" josh questioned, completely oblivious to euijoo's jealousy. "man, you're one lucky guy."

"i know." his hand drifted from your waist, moving to grab your wrist instead. "if you'll excuse us."

euijoo didn't even wait for a response before pulling you out of the kitchen. you stumbled after him, nearly dropping your drink as you followed after him. despite the jealousy you knew was raging, he kept his smile as he pushed through the crowds of people, giving you enough time to put down your drink before you end up spilling it.

you follow him upstairs to his room, silently anticipating the night ahead of you. your perfect boyfriend had one 'flaw,' though you never saw it as one. he gets very jealous very easily. especially at these parties which always end up the same way- with you beneath him as he ruins you.

"you think you're smart?" he questions as he unlocks the door. he holds the door open for you before closing and locking it, leaving you two completely alone. "making me jealous?"

"i wasn't trying to do anything." you clarify. "i was trying to get a drink when he came up and complimented me. i was leaving when you showed up."

"why didn't you say you were taken?" you blink at euijoo's question. you don't answer for a moment because the thought didn't even cross your mind. you were just so uncomfortable and wanted to get away from him.

"i... i don't know."

"you don't know?" he questions in a taunting tone. he brushes past you, moving to sit on his bed. his eyes were dark, locked onto yours as you moved closer to him. "did you forget? or did you not want to tell him?"

you let out a soft scoff. "how on earth could i forget about you, ju?"

"then why didn't you say anything?"

"because i was just trying to get away from him. not have any small talk." you answer, stepping between his open legs. your hands reach up, running through his hair. "i love you, ju. not whoever that was."

his hands find the back of your thighs, pulling you on top of his lap. your dress bunches up as you straddle his legs. you could feel his erection as his hand traveled up your body, gripping the back of your neck before pulling you to him.

you gasp into his mouth as his lips crash onto yours. it's not soft like his kisses normally are. no, this one is heated. the kind that makes your toes curl. your lips part, and euijoo's tongue instinctively slip past your lips, dominating every inch of your mouth. your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer to you as he groans against your lips. you feel his hands tangle in your hair, feeling the sharp sting as he pulls you away from him.

he angles your head the way he wants you before his lips attach to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as you squirm in his hold. you grind against him as he finds a sensitive spot. he choose that spot to leave a dark bruise that was visible to everyone that you were his.

"ju." you whine when he nips at the bruise.

"you haven't been very good tonight, have you?" you shiver at his tone, eyes wide as he pulled back to look at you.

"but-"

"no buts, baby." he tsked. "you should've tole him that you were mine, and you didn't."

you nod your head. "you're right. i'm sorry."

"you're going to show me how sorry you are, aren't you baby?" you nod your head instantly, looking down when his hands left you before starting to unbutton his jeans. you got the message, slipping off his lap before kneeling in front of him, making him groan at the sight. "i knew you were still my good girl."

he lifted up his hips, shoving his pants down his legs, his dick hitting his stomach. you didn't waste any time gripping him in your hands, slightly squeezing him before moving your hand. another groan slips past his lips when you kiss the tip. "no teasing, baby."

you glance up at him as your tongue swiped over his slit before you take his tip into your mouth, sucking as you watch his head tilt back in pleasure. "that's it, baby. just like that."

you took as much of him as you could, your hand wrapping around the rest of him. you hollowed your cheeks, hearing him sigh as his hand returns back to your hair. you knew you were doing good when he pulled on your hair, soft sounds slipping from his lips.

"fuck, baby." he groaned as your tongue swirled around his tip. "you're doing so good for me. showing me how much you care for me."

you pause, meeting his gaze and nodding your head before continuing. you could feel his thighs tense around your shoulders causing you to speed up, hollowing your cheeks once again. "god, baby. i want you to swallow it all. can you do that for me?"

you nod your head as best as you could without releasing him. he releases into your mouth with a groan, pulling your hair hard enough to have you groaning around him. you did as he said, swallowing every drop of him before pulling off of him.

"come here." you got up, sitting back on his lap. he pulled you into a kiss as his hands traveled down your body. you felt his hand slip between your legs, fingers sliding along your underwear. you whine into his mouth when you felt his thumb push against your clit. "you're soaked, baby. is this all for me?"

"only you, ju." he hums against your skin as his hand slips into the front of your underwear, running along your slick folds. his fingers tease you before he eases two fingers into you, barely giving you time to adjust before he's moving them. "fuck, ju."

he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that has you moaning his name. you bury your head into his neck as he speeds up, clenching around him when his thumb starts rubbing your clit. "that's it. i wanna hear how good i make you feel."

"you- mhmm..." he smirks against your skin when he curls his fingers again.

"what was that, baby?"

"you make me feel so good." you moan, rocking your hips against his hands.

"better than josh every could?"

"who?" euijoo chuckles at your response.

"my fingers that good to make you forget everything, baby?" you nod your head, choking out his name as your muscles started to tense. "oh, and now you're close, aren't you? you gonna come all over my hand? are you sure you've been good enough for that?"

"yes. please, ju."

"go ahead, baby."

your entire body tenses, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as your orgasm washed over you. his lips attach your neck as his fingers slowed, pumping in and out of you slowly as you come down from your high. your breath comes out shallow as you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

"you're not too tired yet, are you?" you shake your head as you pull back to look at him. his eyes soften just a fraction as they met yours, but his smirk deepened. "good. because we're just getting started."

his hands drag up your body, pulling your dress with it. you lift up your arms as he slides your dress of, body shivering as the cool air hit your skin. his shirt follows right after before he pulls you flush against him. you could feel him pushing into your core making you whine his name, rolling your hips for relief.

"you want me that bad?" he teases you, chuckling when you whine against his lips. his hand grips his length before you feel it run along your slit. "show me how bad you want me."

you lift your hips just enough for him to slip inside of you. his hands grip your hips as you slowly sink onto him, moaning out at the feeling of him filling you. "mhmm... ju."

"fuck, baby." he curses, hips jerking up to meet yours. your hands latch onto his shoulders as you hold yourself steady. "keep moving."

you whimper at his command, lifting yourself up before easing back down onto him. euijoo guided you, forcing you to keep a certain rhythm that had him hitting so deep inside of you before letting his hands wander. you cried out when his hand twisted your nipple in between his fingers.

"you're doing so well, baby." he smiled as he watched you. your body moving perfectly against him, jiggling with every roll of your hips. you let out a groan, trying to push through the screaming in your thighs. he could tell you were struggling when you started to slow down despite your best efforts.

you let out a yelp when your back hit the mattress, blinking up at euijoo who was now above you. he pushed back into you with a groan before settling into a even more brutal pace. you cry out as he pushes deeper inside of you with each thrust.

"do you feel this? the way this pussy just latches onto to me no matter what i give her?" euijoo asks, watching as you nod your head. you moan out as his hips snap into yours. "don't forget that."

"i-i won't, ju. promise."

he slows just for a moment to plant a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back and continuing his pace. you throw your head back onto the pillow, clenching tightly around him as you feel your orgasm rushing towards you.

"i feel you, baby." your eyes meet euijoo's. "go ahead. make sure you scream my name when you do."

you did. your voice cracks as you cry out his name when your orgasm crashes over you. you tighten around him, nails digging into his back as he continues his fast pace. he doesn't give you any chance to recover, grabbing your legs before pushing your thighs towards your chest. you moan out, feeling tears prick your eyes at the overstimulation.

"i'm not done with you just yet. you can handle it though, can't you?" he looks down when you claw at his arms. the both of you knew was all you had to do was say stop, but you didn't, wanting this just as much as he did. he kissed your lips when you nodded your head. "my good girl. taking everything i give you."

the new angle allowed him to go even deeper with each thrust, hitting that spot that made you crumble beneath him. your mind and body felt like mush, hands grasping at him, unintelligible sounds falling from your lips.

"you're shaking, baby. but you love this don't you. being ruined like this by me." you whimper at his words, clenching around him causing him to moan in your ear.

"i- i do, ju." you felt his hips stutter against yours, a sign he was getting close just like you were. "please... i wanna feel you."

"do you now? you wanna feel me claim you in a way no one else ever will?" euijoo asks. you nod your head, feeling as his lips trail along your jaw. "you first, baby."

you jerk, a broken gasp slipping past your lips when his fingers circled your clit. "ju!"

he knew that was all you needed to fall over the edge again. you let out a sob, body completely wrecked as you orgasm again. euijoo feels your entire body clench around him, a groan slipping past his lips. "fuck, baby."

he thrusted into you one last time before he stilled, cock twitching as came inside of you. you moan at the feeling of him releasing inside of you, feeling as it dripping down your legs. his hands released your legs, letting them back down before his lips were on yours.

"are you okay, baby? i didn't push too far, did i?"

you smile at the complete change in his attitude. his eyes soften as you reach up to run your hand through his damp hair. "i'm fine, ju. you didn't do anything i didn't want."

"i love you." he kisses you softly before slipping off you, moving to grab some wipes to clean the two of you off.

"i love you, too ju." you respond, shifting your body before letting out a groan. "i'm gonna be so sore tomorrow though."

he let out a laugh, carefully wiping you down. "don't worry, baby. i'll take care of you."

"you better. it's your fault!"

"i know."

he puts on a pair of clean boxers before grabbing you one of his shirts, helping you into it before tucking you in. he molds against you, wrapping his arms around you as he tucks his head into your shoulder. you were close to falling asleep when a thought hit you.

"one last thing, ju."

"what is it baby?"

"who the fuck is josh?"

[wenos1nonly]

𑣲 like a rockstar (18+) rockstar!hirota riki x f!reader head canons

includes: edging, fingering, maki eats you out after cumming inside, tummy bulge, p in v, raw sex, dom!maki, f!reader

a/n: this is filthy but like im going feral for this maki rn soo #needthat!

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

rockstar!maki who makes direct eye contact with you from onstage when he's playing his guitar solo, skilled fingers working their way along the strings, slight smirk on his handsome face because he knows how weak in the knees that view gets you

rockstar!maki who always has to pull you backstage between the shorter breaks just to edge you with his cock, fingers and tongue

rockstar!maki who traces his name with his fingers into your clit and whispering in your ear for you to be quiet so you don't get caught by his bandmates

rockstar!maki who has you against the wall, plowing deep into you and pressing onto your tummy with a groan when he sees the bulge his dick forms with every thrust

rockstar!maki who comes deep inside and you swear you can feel it over filling your womb

rockstar!maki who drops to his knees and starts to eat you out, not letting a drop of his or your cum go to waste

rockstar!maki who immediately goes in for a heated kiss so he can make you taste him and yourself once your tongues intertwine

rockstar!maki who gives you one final peck on the lips, a wink and a squeeze of your ass before rushing back on stage after one of his band members shouts for him to hurry back before their next song starts

@ wenos1nonly || please do not repost or reuse

[4hoonz]

Mercedes - Ej

PAIRING: racer!ej, x f!reader

SUMMARY: you meet ej at a car meet, his black mercedes catching your eye as much as he does. you guys then make a daring bet if you win, you get his car, if he wins, he gets you. as the the night goes on the tension between you two is impossible to ignore.

CONTAINS: smut, public sex, car sex, unprotected sex, choking, riding, dirty talk.

WORD COUNT: 1.068k

the engines were already roaring by the time you stepped onto the concrete, the lot buzzing like it had a pulse of its own. floodlights hummed overhead, washing everything in pale yellow. smoke drifted through the air, mixing with the heavy beat of hip hop shaking from someone’s open trunk. people leaned against cars, talked in groups, people were smoking, drinking, racing, everything you needed to get away.

you had snuck in with your friends, the night air brushing cool against your skin. your pink toyota supra gr mk5 rolled to a stop, the kirby decal catching the lights just right. a few people pointed, some nodded, a couple smiled. it wasn’t the loudest car here, but it had personality and it made you feel bold.

your eyes then landed on a black mercedes amg across the lot. glossy, clean, sexy af…. it practically glowed under the lights.

that’s when you saw him. leaning against the hood like he was part of the car itself.

tall. brown hair under a black beanie. black glasses. wearing an all black outfit with a silver belt that drew your eye for a second. he carried himself with that confidence that basically said he didn’t need to impress anyone. his smirk deepened the moment he spotted you stepping out of your supra.

his gaze stuck to you as you walked over. you tried to keep your cool but of course you were freaking out on the inside…this man was hot. “nice ride” you said, nodding at the mercedes without looking directly at him.

he let out a soft, amused laugh. “thanks… had her for a hot minute ” he said, pushing off the hood. as he closed the distance, smelling like clean cologne, a little light, not too much. “you here to admire… or you race?”

you finally met his eyes. “a bit of both…name’s y/n.”

“im ej.” he took your hand, firm and steady, his thumb brushing over your hand before he let go. “so you race?”

“sometimes….” you knew he could tell you were stretching the truth. the slight squint of his eyes made you want to prove yourself anyway.

-

the flirting came easy, little jabs, lingering looks. he called your supra cute, you called his mercedes a pretty boy toy. he laughed, shaking his head like no one had talked to him that way before.

then he gestured toward the open strip of asphalt. “wanna find out if you’re actually fast, or just talk?” he said. “loser owes the winner whatever they want”

your heart had jumped, but you didn’t hesitate. “fine, if i win, i get your sexy ass mercedes”

his grin grew slow as he ran a hand through his hair. “okay… and if i win, i get you”

the words settled deep. the way he looked at you made the meaning very clear. you nodded, pulse racing as the crowd stirred, watching.

you both headed to your cars, doors slamming shut almost in sync.

once the countdown was over the flag dropped, tired screeching as you launched forward. adrenaline surged through you, the world blurring into streaks of light. ej’s car was a monster. it was quicker. hugging the track. you pushed hard, determined to win…although you didn’t mind if you didn’t. as you shifted the gears frantically, he had already pulled ahead crossing the line by a solid length. you had lost.

you had pulled over, engine ticking as it cooled. he sauntered over, victory etched on his face.. “looks like i won…” he smirked as the crowd dispersed seeing everyone either driving off in their cars or walking away from the abandoned lot. you had stepped out of your car rolling your eyes. making him laugh “come on..” he said as he led you to his mercedes, the door clicking open with a soft beep. he slid in the passenger seat and murmured “get in” and you listened. setting onto his lap. the leather was warm, the tinted windows shielding you from any prying eyes.

“wait…here?” you breathed, staring down at him realizing how good looking he was up close. you slowly started grinding against him “right here..you lost fair and square sweetheart” his hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. your panties brushing his crotch area due to your skirt. he then unzipped and unbuttoned his pants lifting up a little bit to slide his pants and underwear down. his cock sprang free hitting your clothed pussy, which was already soaking through your underwear. ej’s fingers hooked the side of your underwear pulling them to the side. “fuck you’re so wet” he whispered.

you smirked before sinking down, a sharp gasp escaping as he filled you completely, stretching you out. “shit you’re so tight” he groaned, hands roaming up your sides to cup your breasts through your top. you started to move, rolling your hips in a slow grind, the car dipping slightly with the motion. ej’s eyes darkened, one hand sliding to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with deliberate pressure. “show me that i won y/n”

the choke was firm, restricting your breath just enough to make stars dance in your vision, heightening every slide of his shaft against your inner walls. you bounced harder, the leather creaking, as your clit grinding against his base with each drop. “so fucking fine” he said as his thumb stroked the pulse point on your neck. “fuck you’re so p-perfect”

his dirty words fueled you, pussy clenching as you picked up the pace, the windows fogging from your shared heat. he thrusted up meeting your rhythm, his free hand spanking your ass lightly before gripping it to pull you down harder. “you feel that? how wet you are for me? bet you wanted to lose all along”

the pressure on your throat tightened, then eased in pulses, syncing with your bounces. you moaned, the lack of air amplifying the coil in your belly, every nerve alight. “cum for me baby..” he moaned out, panting heavily “take my fucking cum”

that was all you needed to hear and your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm ripped through you, cries muffled by his hold. he didn't let up, slamming up once, then twice, before filling you with his cum, his grip unyielding until he was spent.

panting, he released your throat, rubbing the marks gently as you slumped against him. “told you i’d win”

[4hoonz]

Mercedes - Ej

PAIRING: racer!ej, x f!reader

SUMMARY: you meet ej at a car meet, his black mercedes catching your eye as much as he does. you guys then make a daring bet if you win, you get his car, if he wins, he gets you. as the the night goes on the tension between you two is impossible to ignore.

CONTAINS: smut, public sex, car sex, unprotected sex, choking, riding, dirty talk.

WORD COUNT: 1.068k

the engines were already roaring by the time you stepped onto the concrete, the lot buzzing like it had a pulse of its own. floodlights hummed overhead, washing everything in pale yellow. smoke drifted through the air, mixing with the heavy beat of hip hop shaking from someone’s open trunk. people leaned against cars, talked in groups, people were smoking, drinking, racing, everything you needed to get away.

you had snuck in with your friends, the night air brushing cool against your skin. your pink toyota supra gr mk5 rolled to a stop, the kirby decal catching the lights just right. a few people pointed, some nodded, a couple smiled. it wasn’t the loudest car here, but it had personality and it made you feel bold.

your eyes then landed on a black mercedes amg across the lot. glossy, clean, sexy af…. it practically glowed under the lights.

that’s when you saw him. leaning against the hood like he was part of the car itself.

tall. brown hair under a black beanie. black glasses. wearing an all black outfit with a silver belt that drew your eye for a second. he carried himself with that confidence that basically said he didn’t need to impress anyone. his smirk deepened the moment he spotted you stepping out of your supra.

his gaze stuck to you as you walked over. you tried to keep your cool but of course you were freaking out on the inside…this man was hot. “nice ride” you said, nodding at the mercedes without looking directly at him.

he let out a soft, amused laugh. “thanks… had her for a hot minute ” he said, pushing off the hood. as he closed the distance, smelling like clean cologne, a little light, not too much. “you here to admire… or you race?”

you finally met his eyes. “a bit of both…name’s y/n.”

“im ej.” he took your hand, firm and steady, his thumb brushing over your hand before he let go. “so you race?”

“sometimes….” you knew he could tell you were stretching the truth. the slight squint of his eyes made you want to prove yourself anyway.

-

the flirting came easy, little jabs, lingering looks. he called your supra cute, you called his mercedes a pretty boy toy. he laughed, shaking his head like no one had talked to him that way before.

then he gestured toward the open strip of asphalt. “wanna find out if you’re actually fast, or just talk?” he said. “loser owes the winner whatever they want”

your heart had jumped, but you didn’t hesitate. “fine, if i win, i get your sexy ass mercedes”

his grin grew slow as he ran a hand through his hair. “okay… and if i win, i get you”

the words settled deep. the way he looked at you made the meaning very clear. you nodded, pulse racing as the crowd stirred, watching.

you both headed to your cars, doors slamming shut almost in sync.

once the countdown was over the flag dropped, tired screeching as you launched forward. adrenaline surged through you, the world blurring into streaks of light. ej’s car was a monster. it was quicker. hugging the track. you pushed hard, determined to win…although you didn’t mind if you didn’t. as you shifted the gears frantically, he had already pulled ahead crossing the line by a solid length. you had lost.

you had pulled over, engine ticking as it cooled. he sauntered over, victory etched on his face.. “looks like i won…” he smirked as the crowd dispersed seeing everyone either driving off in their cars or walking away from the abandoned lot. you had stepped out of your car rolling your eyes. making him laugh “come on..” he said as he led you to his mercedes, the door clicking open with a soft beep. he slid in the passenger seat and murmured “get in” and you listened. setting onto his lap. the leather was warm, the tinted windows shielding you from any prying eyes.

“wait…here?” you breathed, staring down at him realizing how good looking he was up close. you slowly started grinding against him “right here..you lost fair and square sweetheart” his hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. your panties brushing his crotch area due to your skirt. he then unzipped and unbuttoned his pants lifting up a little bit to slide his pants and underwear down. his cock sprang free hitting your clothed pussy, which was already soaking through your underwear. ej’s fingers hooked the side of your underwear pulling them to the side. “fuck you’re so wet” he whispered.

you smirked before sinking down, a sharp gasp escaping as he filled you completely, stretching you out. “shit you’re so tight” he groaned, hands roaming up your sides to cup your breasts through your top. you started to move, rolling your hips in a slow grind, the car dipping slightly with the motion. ej’s eyes darkened, one hand sliding to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with deliberate pressure. “show me that i won y/n”

the choke was firm, restricting your breath just enough to make stars dance in your vision, heightening every slide of his shaft against your inner walls. you bounced harder, the leather creaking, as your clit grinding against his base with each drop. “so fucking fine” he said as his thumb stroked the pulse point on your neck. “fuck you’re so p-perfect”

his dirty words fueled you, pussy clenching as you picked up the pace, the windows fogging from your shared heat. he thrusted up meeting your rhythm, his free hand spanking your ass lightly before gripping it to pull you down harder. “you feel that? how wet you are for me? bet you wanted to lose all along”

the pressure on your throat tightened, then eased in pulses, syncing with your bounces. you moaned, the lack of air amplifying the coil in your belly, every nerve alight. “cum for me baby..” he moaned out, panting heavily “take my fucking cum”

that was all you needed to hear and your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm ripped through you, cries muffled by his hold. he didn't let up, slamming up once, then twice, before filling you with his cum, his grip unyielding until he was spent.

panting, he released your throat, rubbing the marks gently as you slumped against him. “told you i’d win”

[4hoonz]

xo’ - niki

PAIRING: ex tattoo artist!niki x m!reader

SUMMARY: you visit your ex niki for a tattoo, but the tension between you boils over. what starts professional quickly turns heated, ending in an encounter that shows neither of you ever let go.

CONTAINS: smut, dom!niki, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, backshots.

WORD COUNT: 2.427K

the bell over the door jingles softly at you step inside, the sound carrying all throughout the quiet shop. the air smells like disinfectant spray mixed with the faint metallic tang of ink. it hits you in the chest, the smell familiar enough to stir up old memories. the studio itself looks almost frozen in time. dim overhead lights cast a low glow, the walls still crowded with flash designs in neat frames, and somewhere in the back, a speaker hums out a steady bass that makes the floor seem to pulse.

what has changed though, is niki.

he’s currently leaning over the counter with a pencil in hand, sketchbook open in front of him. his hair falling onto his eyes, longer than you remember, as it was brushing against the curve of his cheek. when his gaze lifts and locks on you, recognition sparks instantly. the smirk you know all too well pulls at his lips.

“look who it is..” he said leaning back on the stool, spreading his legs wide. “didn’t think i’d ever see you back here…what’s the occasion?”

your throat suddenly becomes tight, but you manage to keep your voice steady “i emailed you the stencil..i want that design on my chest” niki’s eyes drag down over your torso, lingering for a few seconds “your chest? that’s bold and also it’ll require you to sit through hours of me hovering over you, breathing down your neck.”

you hate how your pulse jumps at his words but you couldn’t let him know how much he still affected you “wouldn’t be the first time” you spoke through gritted teeth. his grin widens as he slides off the stool and motions for you to follow him. “cmon then. let’s get you set up.”

—

in the back room you sit on the padded chair and strip of your shirt under his instructions. his gaze lingers a moment before he snaps on his gloves. reaching over as he pressed a button which brought the machine to life. he leans close, breath ghosting across your chest as he positions the stencil. his touch is steady, and professional but the way his fingers rest a little too long against you betrays something else.

“hold still.” he murmurs near your ear, and the vibration of his voice runs through your spine as the needle bites sharp into your skin. causing you to hiss from the sting.

—

the buzz of the machine had been steady for so long it almost sank into the background, just another layer of noise under the sting in your chest. niki’s gloved hand dragged the cloth across your skin making his shirt ride up, causing you to catch a glimpse of the red lipstick tattoo stamped bold just above his womb. you can’t stop looking. you guys recently broke up and when you guys did he did not have this tattoo so you figure he must have got it right after you guys separated.

niki noticed you staring and smirked as he turned the machine off, silence falling heavy. he pulls his gloves off, the snap of the latex echoing as he looks at you with his head tilted. tugging his shirt higher, he exposes the tattoo fully. “this what’s got you staring? i got it after we broke up, bringing back memories..”

your stomach twists when he says it, so casual like it’s nothing. but the words cut straight through you as your eyes stay locked on the red mark, the way it sits just above the line of his jeans, bold and obscene, like a lover’s imprint put on his skin forever. you don’t know whether to question him, ignore him, or drop to your knees.

“memories, huh, what kind of memories niki?” he takes his time answering, slipping the machine onto the tray, wiping his hands with a lazy flick of the rag. then he steps closer, basically invading your space, the faint smell of latex and ink clinging to him. he starts to thumb over the tattoo. “the memories where i had you on your knees looking up at me waiting for me to tell you what to do next..”

heat sparks low in your gut, unwanted and undeniable. you shift in the chair, trying to play it cool, but your cock stirs against your jeans, stiffening with every filthy word that spills out of niki’s mouth. niki notices this as well and his gaze drops instantly, watching the way your thighs tense, the bulge already forming between your legs. a grin cuts across his face as he presses a finger along the outline, pressing hard enough to make you groan.

“there it is” he whispers, leaning close, lips grazing your ear without touching. “you’re so fucking hard over my pretty little tattoo…over me.” your breath comes out shaky, your hand gripping the armrest of the chair. you want to tell him to fuck off, to shove him away, but your hips betray you, jerking up into his touch.

niki laughs, low and dangerous, dragging his palm slowly over your cock, pressing down until your teeth grit. “still the same, y/n. still weak for me. you can glare all you want, but this-“ he squeezes, and your whole body jolts, “this doesn’t lie”

he straightens just enough to look down at you, his shirt still hitched up, the tattoo staring you in the face like it’s mocking you. “you gonna admit it?” he teases, thumb rubbing the head of your cock through your jeans. “or am i gonna have to make you say it?”

niki doesn’t wait for your answer. his smirk says he already has it. “you’re leaking for me already…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours as he grinds the heel of his palm down until you gasp.

“pathetic. can’t even sit for me without getting hard.”

he pops open the button of your jeans and yanks the zipper down in one practiced motion. making you hiss as the air hits your cock through your briefs. his hand comes to the waistband and tugs down the fabric and freeing you. you twitch in his grip, already slick at the tip, while he laughs softly rubbing his thumb across the mess.

“look at you,” he growls, stroking slowly, teasing “didn’t even need my cock to get like this” his hand moves faster, watching your face twist as your hips jerk up helplessly.

then his hand is gone, and you swore you felt like whining from the lack of contact but he suddenly starts unbuckling his own belt, shoving his jeans down just enough for his hard cock to spring free, thick and flushed, his tattoo hovering bold above it. he spits into his hand and pumps himself once, then twice groaning through his teeth before he let go of his cock.

“turn around and put your hands on the chair” you obey, bracing yourself against the padded armrest, your chest pressed down while your ass is up. you hear the squirt of lube, and then niki’s fingers are prying you open, cold and slick at first before the heat of his hands take over.

the first finger slides in slow but deliberate, pushing past tight resistance, and your breath hitches. “still tight as ever..bet you missed me stretching you out, didn’t you?” he adds a second finger, now scissoring you open, working you harder. his free hand grips your hip, holding you steady when you squirm “f-fuck niki..” you whine out “relax y/n” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans over you.

you groan into the chair, your cock leaking onto the cushion beneath you, every drag of his fingers making your hole clench. then he crooks them just right, hitting that spot making you choke out a cry “please niki- please” your knuckles white on the armrests. he smirked and let go of your hip reaching around grinding the heel of his palm against you once more while his fingers still worked on you. “that sweet little spot. i could make you cum like this couldn’t i? just my fingers buried in your ass and playing with your cock hm?”

you’re panting now, hips pushing back onto him, needing more “niki- please i’m about to-” he pulls his fingers out suddenly, leaving you empty, your body aching with the loss and your walls clenching on nothing but air. while he starts slicking his cock with the lube.

“not yet” he whispers “not until i hear you screaming my name with my cock buried deep inside you”

he lines himself up, the blunt head pressing against your stretched rim. you barely brace before he slams into you with one brutal thrust. a strangled cry rips from your throat as he bottoms out, his nails biting into your hips.

“fuck, so fucking tight,” niki snarls, pounding into you hard, fast, no mercy. the sound of skin on skin could be heard throughout the studio. his voice grates rough against your ear. “you missed this cock, didn’t you? say it.”

“yes—fuck, yes!” you gasp, gripping the armrest harder until your knuckles ache.

“that’s right,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder, rutting harder, faster. “nobody else fucks you like i do. you’re mine every time i’m inside you, y/n. don’t forget it.”

you clench around him hard, his groan breaking into something feral as he slams you deeper, as he presses down on your back, grinding so deep your vision blurs.

“gonna fill you up,” he growls, his thrusts ragged desperately. “gonna make you cum for me. you should see how fucked out you looked right now..i’ll have you walk out of here with my cum inside you.”

that’s all you needed to hear, and with a loud strangled moan you explode first, crying out his name, your body shuddering as you spill across the chair. he follows seconds later, groaning guttural, cock pulsing as he empties himself inside you, thrusting shallow, messy, until you’re both shaking.

collapsed over you, still buried deep, he drags his tongue over the bite mark on your shoulder, his voice soft but possessive. “told you. you’ll never get rid of me, y/n.”