Summary: Meet cute, fluff, there are no gendered description of reader in this
Word Count: 1,768
this is one of my first fics. much love <3
The first time you saw him was during your daily bakery stop, you quite literally ran into him.
You were grabbing a drink from the shop's cooler, and as you whipped around to head to the register, you landed face-first into this man’s (incredibly firm) chest. With such velocity, you started to lose your balance, but his hand reached out to steady you.
Registering what just happened, you took several steps back to put a face to the figure you’d just body-slammed.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” His chocolate-colored eyes were intense, and his face was just as serious. Oh gosh.
“That’s alright, no problem,” he said, still with a serious stare, but you definitely imagined the corner of his mouth lifting a hair.
Why does his voice remind you of caramel? No, okay, let’s focus up. Move! Do something!
“Right, uh, sorry again.” You stepped to go around him. “Have a nice day.”
He moved too, but quickly added, “You too,” with a centimeter’s worth of a nod and a couple more hairs of a smirk.
Wow, he was gorgeous. You couldn’t help one more glance his way as you left the store.
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The second time you saw him, in your routine bakery spot, was just a couple days later. You spotted him almost immediately.
How would one miss a suit like that?
At the chime of the shop door, his attention turned right towards you. His eyes met yours, and you immediately focused on ordering. As you did so, you swore you felt his gaze on you.
You studied his features out of your peripheral: close-clipped hair, full, beautiful beard. A deep navy suit that hugged him deliciously, complete with a matching blue tie.
"Iced mocha latte for Y/N." Snapping back to reality, you grabbed the coffee and made your way out the door.
Obviously with a quick glance in the man’s direction. Your eyes met again, only this time he smiled ever so softly, almost too quickly hidden by the sip of his mug.
But you'd caught it and struggled the rest of the day to think of anything else.
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The third time you see him, in your pre-work bakery shop, he is already in line. You think you’d recognize that tightly suited stature anywhere.
You get in line behind him. He turns in your direction and does that barely-there smirk, followed by a dip of his head and a faint chuckle.
At the sound, your face flushes.
You bring your attention back to deciding what to order. He orders and steps away.
You place your order and start to pull out your card when the cashier informs you it’s already paid for. Visibly puzzled, she glances at the seating to your left.
When you turn, you’re facing the back of that suit.
Your feet are moving his direction before your brain even knows what’s happening.
“Thanks for paying for my order,” you say as you come to face him. “It’s the only thing that’s going to get me through work.”
“Of course. I know the feeling,” he says with a chuckle and an actual smile, which —holy fuck— this is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. You can’t help smiling back as you make your way to a table.
“Would you maybe want to, uh—” Your steps halt. “Have a seat?” Your stomach does a somersault as you face him again.
He drops his head with a small chuckle. “Here? With me?” he finishes, finding your eyes with his that have a slight sparkle today.
“Sure, I’d love to,” you say, taking a seat. He’s about to speak when, “Hazelnut cold brew with foam for Omar,” is called.
“That’s me, one second,” he says with a pat to the table.
You fidget with your rings as he comes back to the table. “Your name is Omar?”
He chuckles through a sip of his drink and sits back down. “Yeah, I normally go by OA.”
“OA,” you repeat. “I like it, it suits you.”
“Thank you,” he chuckles. Those cheekbones with that beard when he smiles is just—mwah, chef’s kiss.
“It’s lovely to meet you, OA. My name is—” you’re cut off by your order being called.
“Your name is Y/N?” he asks.
“Yeah, it is,” you say with a laugh.
You start out of your seat when he says, “I’ll get that for you.”
When he returns, you thank him, and as he sits, you inquire, “Do you work around here?”
“No, I live in the area. I discovered this shop on my way to work one day.”
“Oh, cool! Same here, actually.”
“Really?” he says. “What do you do for work?”
“I’m on an HR team for a publication agency.” He smiles.
“And what do you do for work?”
“I actually work for the FBI,” he says with a completely serious face.
You chuckle, but his face remains the same. “Wait, really?” you grin.
“Can I see your badge?” You’re immediately blushing because why did that sound like an innuendo?!
He chuckles as he digs into his pocket. He displays the badge, and your mouth drops open.
“No way! That’s cool as fuck.” You both chuckle. It’s also hot as fuck, but you don’t say that part out loud.
“If you say so,” he says with a laugh. He glances at his phone, then his watch. His face changes.
“I actually have to go.” He pockets his phone and looks apologetic.
“Of course. It was nice to meet you, OA. Thank you for the coffee.”
“My pleasure, Y/N,” he says as he stands to put on his coat and lays down a card next to your hand. “My number is on there. I’d love to buy you a coffee again.” You both smile before he takes off.
You fiddle with the card all day long.
OA’s POV
As the day drug on and on, he focuses as much as the tasks require, but he can’t help thinking about your hair, your eyes, your smile. Even after an awful day like today.
Finding no new messages when he checks his phone, he pushes down the regret of not just getting your number.
“Night, OA,” says Maggie, as she and Scola are heading out.
“Yeah, night, guys,” he says, distracted, as he checks his phone again. This time there is a message.
Hey, OA. It’s Y/N. The coffee really helped me get through my workday. I hope your day was good.
He grabs his stuff and starts toward the elevators.
Suddenly, he cannot wait for another bakery run-in. He calls your number.
Y/N POV
You’re only mildly hyperventilating after sending that text to OA. You’d finally managed to send something, mostly thanks to the now-lengthy call with your best friend.
Your phone starts buzzing in your hand. “Oh my god, Sky! He’s calling.”
“Well, answer it, you dumbass,” they say, and immediately hang up.
“Hello,” you say as you pick up the call.
“Hey, Y/N. It's OA.”
“Yes, I know that,” you say. OA chuckles, a deep, hearty laugh, and it sounds like music to your ears. “Are you okay?” you question.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m all good. Just a rough day today. I sort of just wanted to hear your voice again.”
You had just met, and he called you after a bad day at work? Your stomach does even more gymnastics at this thought.
“Oh, I’m sorry today was tough. Can I do anything to help?”
“No, I’ll be alright. I gotta get some food, and then I’ll call it a night.” He pauses. “Would you, uh, happen to be hungry?” Shocked by this, you’re immediately warm in the cheeks.
“Why, I am. How did you know?” you tease. The mood is already lighter.
“If you wanted, I could pick you up in about 30 minutes?”
“Sure, I’ll text you my address.” You hear the breath that escapes him right in your ear.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit,” he says, his voice stronger now. There is less weight to his words.
Now, time to not overthink what to wear… You can do that, totally...
You’re at minute 22 of 30 before OA picks you up, and only a third of your closet is thrown all over your room.
At minute 29, you’re triple-adjusting your hair when your phone rings.
“Hi, OA,” there is palpable excitement in your voice.
“Hey, I’m pulling up to your street. Take your time, I’ll be parked outside.”
“Okay, I’m heading down now.” The excitement turns to nerves as you grab your stuff and head out the door.
“I’m right out front in the silver sedan.”
“Kk, see you in a second,” you giggle, not knowing what else to say. “Bye,” you say as quickly as you hang up.
When you step outside, he comes around the car and opens the door for you. He’s in a similar suit to the other day, though this time his tie is loose and his collar is unbuttoned a tad.
“Thank you,” you say as you get in. His smile is bright even in the dark of the evening.
He finds your eyes as he climbs in and turns the ignition.
“Hey,” he says with such a searching stare.
You giggle and reply with, “Hi.” He is so close. The closest you two have been. Is this a dream?!
“There’s a place around the corner that's open this late.”
“Awesome, I’m cool with whatever is open.” He chuckles with that familiar tilt of the head, and he starts onto the road.
There is about two minutes of silence, and you feel bad for not knowing what to say. He had a rough day being a literally FBI agent and you can't make some small talk.
“I’m sorry for being a bit quiet tonight. Work felt very long today.” His grip on the steering wheel tenses a bit. That grip tells more than just 'very long,' but that is not a topic for tonight.
“OA,” you turn to him in your seat, “I am perfectly happy just keeping you company.”
“Really?” He lets out a breath as he looks back at you.
“Absolutely.” You give him a soft smile.
His grip on the wheel eases and lands in his lap. He adjusts again to the wheel, then to resting on the center console.
There’s an obvious pull in the air that has you reaching for his hand and pulling it to your own lap. He gives your hand a squeeze in return.
For the rest of the drive, his thumb ever so lightly rubs your hand in his.
the kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and whatever expensive seasoning satoru bought last week because apparently “regular salt is boring.”
you’re standing at the stove stirring dinner while quietly regretting ever teaching your husband how to cook.
not because he’s bad at it, unfortunately, he’s annoyingly good.
but because now he treats the kitchen like his personal playground whenever you’re inside it.
“whatcha makin’?” satoru asks for the fourth time in ten minutes.
you don’t even turn around. “food.”
“woaah,” he gasps dramatically behind you. “really?”
you sigh. already, you can feel him hovering nearby.
he never just stands normally either. no. he leans against counters dramatically, stretches himself over your shoulder unnecessarily, or wraps himself around you like an oversized cat who thinks personal space is offensive.
today seems to be one of those days.
before you can react, long arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.
“satoru,” you warn immediately.
“what?” he hums innocently against your shoulder.
“i’m cooking.”
“and?”
“and you’re attached to me.”
“exactly.”
you close your eyes briefly. this man.
“go sit down.”
“don’t wanna.”
of course he doesn’t.
he rests his chin on your shoulder now, white hair tickling your cheek while he watches the pan like he’s genuinely interested in what you’re doing.
“…yer stirring too aggressively.”
you stop mid-motion, then slowly turn your head toward him.
“i’m sorry?”
“mhm,” he nods seriously. “the vegetables are scared.”
you stare at him flatly, he grins immediately.
there it is.
that stupid grin that says he knows exactly how annoying he’s being.
“you’re unbearable,” you mutter, turning back toward the stove.
“but ya love me.”
and you can’t even argue against it. because you do, way too much honestly.
you try focusing again, ignoring the way his fingers lazily tap against your stomach while he sways both of you side to side slightly.
for exactly twelve seconds.
then,
“baby.”
you sigh. “what.”
“kiss.”
“i’m cooking.”
“multitask.”
you snort despite yourself. instantly, he notices.
“there’s the laugh i wanted,” he says proudly.
you roll your eyes. “you’re acting like a child.”
“yeah, but i’m your child.”
“that is absolutely not romantic.”
“worked though.”
before you can respond, he suddenly steals the spoon from your hand.
“satoru-”
he takes a dramatic taste directly from it, humming thoughtfully like he’s judging a five-star restaurant.
“…needs more love.”
you blink.
“love?”
“mhm.”
“that’s not an ingredient.”
“sure it is.” he points the spoon toward you accusingly. “yer cooking while annoyed at me. the food can tell.”
you laugh again, quieter this time.
he’s impossible.
and somehow fully aware that making you laugh is exactly how he gets away with everything.
he beams the second he hears it, immediately tightening his arms around you.
“there it is.”
“you’re insane.”
“and yet ya married me anyway.”
fair.
you shake your head, reaching for the spoon again, but instead of giving it back immediately, he lifts it higher out of reach.
“satoru.”
“say please.”
you narrow your eyes. “i’m going to hit you with this pan.”
“violent. scary. terrifying even.”
“…satoru.”
he grins, then finally hands it back only to immediately steal a kiss from your cheek while you’re distracted.
you let out an annoyed sound, but he just laughs softly against your skin.
“worth it.”
you swear he gets clingier the longer you’re married. not less.
because now he follows you everywhere around the apartment like he physically cannot handle being more than three feet away from you.
and the worst part?
you’re used to it now.
used to the random kisses, the constant touching and the dramatic whining whenever you don’t give him attention immediately.
“baby,” he says again suddenly.
you point the spoon toward him threateningly. “if you ask for another kiss while i’m holding hot oil, i’m divorcing you.”
he gasps loudly.
“wow. so this is what our marriage has become?”
“you caused this.”
“false,” he says immediately. “i’m adorable.”
you finally turn toward him fully, raising a brow.
“…adorable.”
“mhm.”
“…not annoying?”
“both can exist.”
you hate that he’s right.
satoru notices your expression immediately and lights up like he’s won something.
“you think i’m cute.”
“i think you should leave my kitchen.”
instead of listening, he pulls you closer again, large hands settling against your hips this time.
then, without warning-
he buries his face into your neck dramatically.
“missed you today,” he mumbles.
your expression softens instantly.
ah.
there it is, underneath all the teasing, he just wanted attention.
you sigh quietly, setting the spoon down before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
immediately, he melts against you, completely.
“you saw me this morning,” you murmur.
“too long ago.”
“…you’re needy.”
“only for you.”
his voice is quieter now, warmer.
and suddenly the teasing husband act slips just enough for you to see the softer part underneath it.
the real part.
you smile despite yourself, scratching lightly against his scalp.
“okay,” you whisper. “you can stay.”
he lifts his head immediately, grinning like he just won the lottery.
“sick. what’re we making?”
a/n : first time writing for gojo 👀👀 yall is this mic on 👀👀. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹
his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.
he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.
then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.
his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.
he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.
then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”
he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.
he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.
his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.
he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.
“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.
“hey.” you breathe back.
he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.
Desc! You decide to help him through his frenzy, but don’t realize how hard it’d be.
Warning! smut, implied dubcon?, calling them by their praedator name (zayne, rafayel), mullet lads, mating press (zayne), pronebone (sylus), bit of yandere caleb, doggy style (caleb, sylus), manhandling (rafayel, Sylus), full nelson (rafayel), throat fucking (xavier), breeding kink, not proofread, proceed with caution
A/N! 2/10 -> Been wanting to write this for a while. I been in bed all day, recovering from a 5 hour tattoo I got on my hip on Saturday night 💔
A/N 2! 6/4 -> I wrote this back in February and just remembered I have it…
Galen
You were standing in his office. He arrested some of your men and claimed to have dirt on them. But he wouldn’t give you information until you saw him.
“So this is actually why you wanted me to come here?” Your arms cross under your chest.
Except, he lied. Because there he sat, looking at you with an unreadable expression, and a flustered face. He didn’t utter a word about your men or their cases since you came in, and it’s been 30 minutes.
“I would never ask this of you because I usually handle it myself.” His voice softens, “But, I can’t keep pretending there isn’t anything in me wanting you…“
“I don’t know, Zayne-”
“Zayne?” You look up at him, and sigh.
Despite his usual appearance, something was different about him.
He wasn’t Zayne. He was him.
“Galen…” You whisper.
You didn’t know what to expect and he mentioned earlier it wouldn’t be too bad.
~
He’s a liar.
He dragged you out of the office a few hours ago, and to the interrogation room. He couldn’t have anyone seeing the things he wanted to do to you. Nobody deserved to see you in such bliss.
You were bound to bed— not him— with your legs bent and knees touching your chest. His cock slid in and out at a rushed pace; its tip pushing against your cervix every time. His feet were planted besides your hips and his arms hugged you tightly.
“F-feels soo good…” he breathed in your ear.
Your toes curl and teeth bite your lips as you try to hold your moans back, but it irritates him.
“Don’t you dare hide those sweet sounds from me.” He growled, slapping the side of your ass.
“Galen…! Mmm!” You whimper and moan as he pushed even deeper.
You can feel him poking where your belly button is and your urethra squirts on his pelvis.
“Good girl.” He lightly smirks, watching pleasure melt on your face.
He moves his head above yours and kisses your lips, slowing his pace for a moment. You melt into it and kiss him back, sighing in his mouth from the way he grinds against you.
You feel sticky and messy, between the sweat from both of your bodies and the cum from both of your genitals combining and piling up inside you. He keeps his lips connected to yours as he increases his pace again; his hips loudly smacking against your ass. Your eyes cross and close as you press your head back into the pillow, giving up to him completely.
Caleb
He sat on the ground, one leg bent with his arm hanging over his knee.
“P-please. I’m used to taking care of it on my own, but…,” you look so good, he’s losing his mind.
You watch his jaw clench and fist curl then uncurl. You look down at your fingers and sigh, “I don’t know, Caleb…”
He crawls over to you and holds your waist, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, “you’re my only hope, pipsqueak.”
But, was this Caleb talking or Perses?
Your hand slowly moves and rests atop his head, making him nudge and nuzzle into your palm. He kisses it then turns to look at your covered pussy, ready to devour it any second now. You look down at him once more and notice a dark look in his eyes..
~
Two hours went by since Perses was re-arranging your guts. He had you down on the couch with your ass up, and him snapping his hips against the jiggly muscle.
“Fuck… should’ve done this a long t-time ago,” he breathes out against your spine, giving it a kiss.
Your hands grip the cushion, almost certain they’d tear at any minute. “F-fuck! S-slow… down!!” Your head turns just enough to side eye him.
His face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead and chest. He was focused, too focused, on something.
His hands grip your biceps and pull your torso up, arching your back then wrapping his arms around your midsection. “Do I feel good, baby?”
You’re not even sure if this is Caleb or Perses anymore. It sounds like Caleb, but it doesn’t act like him.
“Feel me deep inside? Riiiight here?” He cooes as he touches the noticeable bulge in your stomach.
“You thought you could deny me of what I’m owed? I own you, angel. You were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you~”
Your head rests back on his shoulders and you feel kisses scatter your neck and shoulder. You’re too intoxicated by his cock to even form words.
“We’re gonna be here allll day until all you can think of is me, pipsqueak.” His hand moves down and rubs your clit, making you mewl out.
“I hope you’re prepared.”
Sylus
You stared at the large man on his knees and hanging his head low.
“So… you’ve come to witness a real frenzy, kitten?” his deep voice rumbles in the large cage.
You don’t say anything and open the door, carefully stepping in. You leave it open in case you have to run out. In case he truly loses it.
“I… came to help you,” your voice gets soft.
“You can’t handle this,” he glares at you through his bangs, “I’d kill you before I’d even realize you’re dead.”
He was right. You knew frenzies could get bad, but you had never seen them get THAT bad. Not with him at least.
He knew you were hesitant when he mentioned it a while back. But, you were curious about what it’d look like. So, you made the choice of helping him.
“I want to help, Sylus.” You carefully walked up to him.
You’re only standing in front of him for a few minutes before he lunges forward and grabs you by your throat. He pulls you towards him and rubs his nose against yours. You look up at him conflicted and notice the shift in his eyes.
“You’ve Sylus and Tartarus in your hands, sweetie.”
“Tell me… which one do you want?” His breath hits your cheek then down your neck.
His grip had loosen a notch, making sure you can still breathe. You swallow and furrow your eyebrows, looking up at him.
“…Tartarus,” was all it took for him to snap.
~
Your face had been pressed hard against the bars for 30 minutes now. Your hands grip them tightly as his large dick piston’s your wet cunt. He growls and pulls you away from the bars, pushing you onto your knees and holding your head down on the ground.
You turn your head and look up at him, biting your lip as you watch him re-arrange your guts.
“Ohh! S-Sylus-!” Smack!
His hand comes down on your ass hard then grips the flesh, feeling his fingers sink into it. Your walls tighten around him, causing him to groan loudly and fuck you harder. His other hand grips your throat and lifts your head up, whispering in your ear, “That’s not my name, kitty. You wanted Tartarus, so you get Tartarus.”
You feel something warm fill your womb and realize he’s coming. Again. The white, sticky substance drips out of your used pussy every time he thrusts in and out. You feel dirty, but you forget want him to stop.
He puts all his weight on you like you’d escape, proneboning your poor body. “Fuck! … I want to breed this cute pussy so bad. Won’t you let me put a baby in you, sweetie?”
That seemed to turn you on because you let out a loud moan and cry against the floor of the cage
Or it’s because he pushed his tip against your cervix and made you cum.
He huffs and pulls back, watching you twitch and squirm under him as his cum slowly seeps out. “Now… Do you regret coming here?”
No. Not at all.
If anything, this helps you decide to help him more in the future. But, it also makes you wonder if he’s like this when he’s Sylus and just in that mood.
Rafayel
You close the door and lock it, taking your jacket and purse off. You were about to take your heels off when someone from down your dark hall spoke.
“Welcome home.”
You freeze, recognizing the voice, and sigh.
“How did you get in here? And how’d you know where I live?” You take your heels off.
“Lucky guess, cutie.” His tone deepens as he stares at you; a small smile forms on his face.
You hear him take slow steps towards you, and look up, keeping your eyes on him as you back away, and make him come into the light.
“Rafayel–” you back into your dining table, and it makes you jump a bit.
“What’s wrong? You never seen Tamino in a frenzy before?”
So this was its state? You knew they could get crazy, but he seems so calm right now. Nothing is said for a moment and you blink, instantly regretting it when he’s in your face in an instant.
~
His hands firmly squeeze your breast as he sucks on your right mound. You whimper quietly, trying to push his head back, but all his grips tighten.
“I used to stare at these when you came by my cage, cutie… always wanted to touch them.” He whispers, humming as he sucks on the other tit.
Your head falls back, and he keeps devouring your lumps before he pulls away. He turns you around, and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you and sitting on the table with you on top of him.
He spreads your legs after pulling them up, causing a loud gasp to slip from your lips as your lower half is fully exposed.
“Y-you–!” Your eyes watch as he hungrily rips your panties of and slips his length inside you.
“I’ve been thinking about what you’d feel like for a while now…,” he mumbles against your ear, putting you in a full nelson, and groaning when your warmth and tightness chokes him.
“God you’re so perfect… how could you not think that you’ve been occupying my thoughts, cutie?” He desperately whispers. “Why do you think I always want to see you, and only you?”
You cry out and bite your lip, moaning cutely at the strange pleasure below. Your breathing matches every push he gives, and encourages him to be rougher, fight to get deeper than he already can get.
“T-Tamino…” you pant, moaning like a whore as he fucks you so good, the soft clap of your skins echoing out.
“Say it again, baby.”
Your sweet juices coat his dick, and slowly seep out, dripping onto the wooden floors. His quiet groans against your back don’t bother to compete with your cute sounds because yours are what helps him fuck you better.
Xavier
You finished getting dressed after taking a shower, and walked into your cool bedroom. You got home from work a little while ago and were settling down after the long day of paperwork and training that new guy. He’s only been there for two weeks, but he’s an incredibly slow learner, seeming like he has no interest in the work.
Whatever makes a buck, I guess.
You remove your robe and hang it up, putting it back in the closet. You move around the left side of your room near the bedroom door, completely unaware of the man sitting in the shadow of the opposite side near the window. It’s only when you go over there, do you realize that something is actually there and not just the pile of clothes you’ve been too tired to fold.
“What the fuck?” You speak loudly and step backwards to turn the light on.
And there he was. The noob from work, Xavier.
“You’re so beautiful, starlight.” He eyes your oversized shirt and shorts.
“How the hell did you get in my house?” Your eyebrows scrunch up and arms fold.
“Your patio.”
“I live on the 5th floor, Xavier,” you deadpan.
He’s not interested in having a conversation, feeling something vicious and primal raging within him. He stands up slowly and walks over to you, prompting you to take some steps back.
“What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?” You feel worried, somewhat panic when you bump back into the wall.
“I need your help, Captain…” his soft voice puts you at ease for a split second before you shake your head.
“I-It’s late, you need to lea-” he’s fast on his feet, caging you in his arms and taking your lips using his.
Your eyes widen and fists come up, clenched and pressed against his pectorals. He deepens the kiss, and your body slowly warms up, with you feeling something tingly and warm forming in your panties. You force your head away and press your hand on his shoulder.
“W-what the hell are you doing?!” Your eyes shift back to him, just now seeing the look in his.
“Taking what I need… to calm this monster…” his words confuse you, and you’re not given enough time to deciper them.
~
His hard dick slides smoothly in and out of your mouth, the tip grazing your uvula.
“Fuuuck, Captain… ohhh your mouth is so w-warm,” he softly moan, watching dazedly as his shaft enters and leaves it.
His intertwine with yours and press them firmly on your bed, while your body slumps against the side. You gag then gargle as he moves faster and deeper.
“Take your junior’s cock… yeah, just like that. O-ohhh,” he hiss quietly then moans again, hunching over your figure.
His balls swing against your chin, saliva and pre-cum building up and bubbling from the sides of your mouth.
“O-oh shit, I’m gonna cum! Don’t swallow just yet” He groans and lets go of your hands, tightly gripping your head as he fucks into your mouth like a toy.
Your eyes roll back and your hands grip his bare thighs, while your thighs press tightly together to try and rid the rapidly-forming wetness in your panties. His movements abruptly stop, with your face pressed against his pelvis, and you feel hot liquid filling your mouth.
“Ahhhh…” he breathes out, shivering a bit when you touch his calves.
His eyes close momentarily, before he looks down at your half-lidded eyes. Your cheeks puff as his salty load sits in your mouth.
“Open.”
He tilts your head back and you open your mouth wide, showing him his essence.
“You look pretty with my cum in your mouth,” he admires. “Now swallow.”
He watches intensely as you gulp down his seed, and his breathing slows.
“… I can’t imagine what you’d look like when it drips out your sweet pussy…” his hands slide down and grip your waist, hauling you onto the bed.
“Will you let me have a feel?” His eyes stay laser-focused on your face, taking in the sight moments before he corrupts you.
The man standing before you isn’t Xavier; he never was. You had Hermit in your sight since you stepped into your room; since you first saw him at work.
you call out for sylus as you step out of the bathroom, fingers holding your dress in place and when he walks in, you swear the air shifts a little.
“can you please help me zip this?” you ask, turning your back to him without thinking twice. like it’s the most natural thing in the world to trust him like this.
there’s a brief pause before you feel his fingers brush against your skin, warm and careful and your breath catches without warning. he moves slowly, almost too slowly, like he’s aware of every inch of space between you, and suddenly it feels… intimate in a way you didn’t expect.
by the time the zipper reaches the top, his hand lingers for a second, and when you turn around to face him, you catch the way he looks away just slightly. jaw tight, like that small moment meant something a lot bigger than either of you were ready to say out loud.
A pretty bold faced lie, considering you’re about three steps from the entrance to the Nest. Sylus hums on the other side of the phone, clearly none the wiser.
“How fitting. I’m just waking up.” He doesn't sound too tired but you don't press the subject. The last thing you need is for him to get suspicious.
"Well, alright, I'll call you when I wake up? Goodnight, love you!" You hang up quickly, slipping inside the dark club.
You hate to lie to Sylus, really you do. A relationship is built on trust after all. Especially given his line of work. He doesn't lie to you, and you don't lie to him.
Well, at least before tonight.
"This is an interesting outfit for bed, sweetie." Sylus relaxes in a rather ornate chair, while you stand before him, sighing. Apparently, your lead on a big deal tonight had been wrong. Or, more likely, it had been right, but the buyer wasn't exactly someone you planned to hand over to the Association. At least, not until you kill him.
"Just waking up, huh?" You scoff, walking over to sink into his lap. The various men in the room are quick to slip out, not wanting to get tangled in Sylus's personal life.
"Shall we call it a truce?" His arms come around you, resting his chin on your shoulder possessively.
"...Fine. But answer this. Did you set this up on purpose?"
He leans back in the chair, eyes running over you and the expensive outfit you'd donned to "fit in" to the clubs interior.
Imagine Sylus realizing you haven’t called out of work in over 4 months so he gives you a proper reason to call out the following day by fucking you to the point you genuinely can’t walk without a limp...
“I can’t… I can’t feel… Sylus…!” You didn’t even know it was possible for your legs to bend this far, nevermind that you were this flexible in the first place. His grip on the back of your thighs only grows tighter, squeezing your flesh a little harder as he applies more pressure down.
“Yes you can… you can take it… you’re going to keep taking it like the good girl you are… like the good girl you’ve been…” You can’t control the whimper that leaves you, head tossing back as he presses more of his weight down on you… into you.
The mating press is brutal, your thighs are nearly crushing your breasts at this point. Your spine curves awkwardly, your hands are digging into your calves, you’ve lost all feeling below your waist.
Except for where his cock bullies your swollen, overstimulated cunt.
Throbbing with need each time he pounds down into you, swallowing him greedily despite your babbled pleas for him to maybe ease up or slow down. You have work tomorrow, after all.
“You’re not going, clearly I’m not… fucking you hard enough… if you’re still thinking about that …” Even with his stamina, he’s panting from the exertion. Face flushed and aether-core practically blinding. The sight alone is enough to have you crying out, cumming around his cock for the fifth or maybe sixth time since he’s entered you.
trying to be the wife that makes sylus cute lunches for work in the morning but the minute you try to sneak off into the kitchen, his grip on your waist is cable-like as a vise, his chin is hooked on your shoulder and half his body weight threatens to crush you.
“where are you going?”
unwilling to give up the surprise, you whisper, “nowhere.”
he scoffs. in hindsight, you could have lied better. but for now, he wins the satisfaction of keeping you pressed against him. “then you don’t have to go.”
you’ll try again. but for now, he kisses your neck and pulls you unbelievably closer. allowing the large puff of your duvet to swallow you both whole.
when he hums, you sigh. okay. lunch can wait til tomorrow.
⡴ utterly whipped gojo finally convincing you to let him sleep over ⡴ 0.5k words ⡴ [ 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ]
it’s been 5 minutes since he’s finished inside you and he’s been pressed into your body, face nuzzled into your shoulder, since. his dick that he lazily pulled back into his briefs lies along your stomach while he lazes on top of you.
“satoru.” you mumble softly. well, as loud as you can with tufts of thick white hair half obstructing your mouth. he hums into your neck in acknowledgement. you push away his hair lying by your mouth. “i’ve got work tomorrow. go.”
you nearly for bad for telling him to leave. it’s just past midnight and he hasn’t even begged to say yet. yet.
“please.” he whines into your neck. he clutches your closer in his toned arms that are snaked around you. “just for tonight. i promise i’ll leave in the morning. just…” he trails off, whimpering muffledly below your ear.
he’s growing on you and you feel gross for admitting to it—to your friends. if you told him his ego’d skyrocket unbearably. you’re giving yourself a mental peptalk to not give into his stereotypical heartthrob charm and shoo him away like usual. thank god you don’t have his pathetic little bug eyes staring up at you or else you would’ve caved already.
“satoru, you know—” he cuts you off.
“it’s late.” he squeezes you even harder. he kisses up your jaw to try and convince you. “just let me stay here tonight. i’ll be good, won’t even notice me, baby.”
you know he will. he’ll be as silent and in-obnoxious as he can be in hopes you’ll let him stay over again some day. you nearly say something in retort but he pushes himself up and stares down at you while he speaks up again. his kicked puppy dog eyes bore into yours while he pleads shamelessly.
“please.” he frowns. he looks pretty like this, still worn out from fucking you and even more pathetic than usual.
you dart your eyes away from him as you speak.
“tonight and tonight only.” he leans forward, near inches away from you like he’s expecting a kiss while he widely grins. his dimples pierce through the gush of his porcelain cheeks. he giggles stupidly. “shut up.” you try and push him off of you but to no avail.
he jolts his head forward and starts messily peppering kisses over your face, jaw and forehead. he makes annoying, exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds as he does.
“thank you—thank you, baby.” he says as he finally pulls back. his eyes study you as he notices a slight curl of your lips. usually he’d yell out how this means you must love him but he promised to be on his best behavior. so he’ll smugly realize you actually like him in his head until morning.
𐙚 — I’m the Type to Bend Over, Take all the D*ck !
𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list
𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.
𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p
𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !
[blowjob, slight hair pulling]
It all started at frat!jo's party.
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”
Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.
“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”
Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.
“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.
You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth
“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”
It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.
“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.
“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.
“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.
“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”
“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.
“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”
Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.
𐙚 Choso Kamo !
[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]
You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.
You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.
“Stop..teasing Cho.”
Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.
“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.
See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.
With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.
“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.
“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”
The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…
You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.
The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”
Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.
“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.
It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.
“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.
“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.
“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.
Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.
𐙚 Nanami Kento !
[choking, squirting]
It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.
“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“
“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”
Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.
“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.
“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.
“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.
“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.
“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“
“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.
The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.
“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.
“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”
𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !
[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]
Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.
“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”
“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”
The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.
Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.
“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.
“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…
“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”
Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.
Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.
And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.
“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.
“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.
“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”
“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”
“Suguru Geto?”
“Yeah that one.”
The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”
Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.
“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.
“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”
The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.
“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.
Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”
“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.
“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.
You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.
“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.
“Tch, he pumped you full too.”
He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.
“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.
“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“
“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.
“Let us show you grown men fuck.”
“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”
Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.
“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.
“Can’t take it-“
“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.
“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”
“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”
They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.
Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”
“To—ji!” You whimper.
His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”
Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.
Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”
“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.
“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.
…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.
𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !
[public sex, pussy eating]
𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.
“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.
His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.
His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.
“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.
“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.
“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.
“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.
Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.
“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.
“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”
He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.
Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.
You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.
Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.
“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.
“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.
“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.
“Yes—fuck yes!”
“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.
His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”
You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.
Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.
He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.
When Satoru bought a new bed for you two to share, you had assumed it meant you would finally regain some personal space.
This was proven to be, in fact, false.
This was the third night in a row that you had been awakened by your husband's long limbs smacking you in your sleep. One lanky leg flopped over your own shorter legs while his arm draped over your stomach. It had become a routine of sorts; he would join you in bed around 4AM after finishing his duties, then around 5AM, he would begin his shenanigans.
At first, it was smaller, less irritable things like accidentally nudging you in his sleep, or snoring, but as time went on, his unconscious body seemed to turn restless. Satoru began to spread out on the bed, taking up around seventy five percent of the mattress, leaving you a sliver of space to occupy.
His lanky frame lay sprawled on the bed, limbs stretched out on top of your own as if you were his personal body pillow.
It eventually became insufferable; you couldn’t sleep with his constant invasion of your personal space, so you begged him to buy a bigger bed.
And that he did, except it somehow made the problem worse.
Now you lie awake, 5:17AM, with your husband snoring happily next to you, his leg draped over your hip, arm stretched over your collarbone, and face tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.
You huffed, trying — and failing — to push his body off of you, “Gosh, why are you so damn heavy?” You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.
“Toru, get up!” You whisper shouted, “You’re suffocating me, you oaf.” Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, “As much as I adore you, I’d like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.” He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, “Yeah, Toru. Me too, get off.”
He whined, pulling you further into his embrace as if he was trying to trap you. You rolled your eyes at him, hands still trying to push him away so you could actually enjoy your sleep. “Why do you hate me? I’m just trying to cuddle my wife,” he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.
“No, you’re suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?” He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, “Are you calling me overweight? That’s so hurtful, I’ll have you know I have an amazing physique.” You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, “Yes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.”
“I’m just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, I’m trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.” He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, “I just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?”
You giggled, “It is when I’m practically being strangled.” Satoru whined louder this time, “It’s not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.” You swatted his shoulder lightly, “Be quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldn’t cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.” He pouted, “But you’re so soft.”
Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, “Just cuddle me like a normal person, okay?”
“But I’m not normal,” he sleepily argued.
You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, “I know, baby. I know.”
❥ olderbf!kuna sees you without makeup for the first time (cw: shyinsecure!reader)
you were standing outside of your boyfriend’s apartment, waiting patiently, you held onto the strap of your overnight bag with so much emotion.
it’s your first time spending the night at his place. you hear his footsteps get closer. you anxiously take out your phone and get a quick good look at your appearance, i mean, you might lose your virginity tonight?
shit.
you’re completely barefaced. not even a coat of mascara. you look like a complete mess.
before you could dig something out of your bag. sukuna was towering over you. “hey” he says softly, the corners of his mouth twitched at the sight of you.
you don’t speak at first—you don’t even look him in the eye, your eyes glue themselves to the ground.
the shame and embarrassment you felt burned. it felt like your face was on fire. so many thoughts kept crossing your mind.
would your boyfriend still have feelings for you if he knew how you really looked?
would he still be attracted to you if he saw your body bare.
would he still hug and kiss you?
would he still find you beautiful?
would he even want to be around you if he saw all your imperfections?
would ryomen sukuna still love you if he saw you..?
you nervously chewed at your bottom lip, blood threatened to show.
“brat.” he lifts up your chin. “why are you hiding your face from me. what’s the matter?”
your eyes fill with salty tears that threaten to fall at any moment “i- can’t you see? i’m n-not pretty.” your eyes still don’t meet his.
sukuna felt his heart drop all the way down to his feet. you don’t think your beautiful?
how could you not see the beauty you carry within yourself?
you’re the most precious thing to him ever.
you’re his pretty girl.
“is that what this is about? sweetheart c’mon” he pulls you inside, flush against him, your face presses against his broad chest, his palms rub soothing circles on your hips. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry— sniffle— you have to see me like this.” your fingers clutch onto the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
your warm tears seep through. soaking the fabric.
“stop apologizing and look at me, let me see your face.” you slowly lift your head up, fully staring into his red irises.
“you are so incredibly precious to me, it pains me to know you feel that way about yourself—how can you not see the beauty in yourself ?” his thumb gently caresses your face, wiping all those sad tears away.
“and ‘m not the only who sees it y’know? you got no idea how many stares you get from everyone around you.” he smirks “just the other day that guy was hittin’ on you thinkin’ he stood a chance tch.” you give him a sweet smile, tugging him closer. “you really should be more cocky.” he pokes your cheek.
“thank you ryo. i’m sorry if this upset you, or caused you any trouble.” you mumbled quietly.
“you just keep on apologizing? you sure are a damn pathetic brat” he laughs mockingly, ruffling the top of your hair.
you smile, burying your face into his chest. “don’t make fun of me kuna!”
Includes: sub!aang . dry humping. nipple play . piv . teasing . whiney aang . dom!reader if youd call it that . artcreds : cruxifixe_
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“thanks katara..” aang lets out quietly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. she just smiles sweetly, “no problem.”
Standing near the entrance of the tent holding a bowl of water that she just used to heal aang, walking out she makes sure to wish you both a good night, “goodnight guys.”
“night.” you both reply yet yours comes out short and blunt, tone a bit stiffer than usual. standing on the other side of the tent occupying yourself with anything else other than the sad puppy sitting behind you.
the tent was filled with awkward silence. the two of you inches apart while he tries to figure out how to make this up to you. him and his recklessness messing things up once again.
he glances up, your back the only thing within his view. you could hear the blankets shift under him, then the sound of his light footsteps getting heavier the closer he gets to you. refusing to even acknowledge him, you continue to fold the cloths in front of you.
he hesitates wanting to slide his arms around your waist, feeling the heat of your body radiate off of you, he decides to just wait.
“i’m okay.” he reassures. you keep yourself facing forward, away from him acting as if these cloths are much more important than anything he has to say. “really. look i’m okay!”
he tries again after being met with your silence, he frowns looking down, hands messing with the fabric of his pants.
“I’m sorry. look—” his tone holds a bit more panic behind it, he hates the silent treatment especially from you. he reaches, turning you around abruptly. “see i’m fine!”
your eyes were red and swollen from crying a bit ago, watching him fall in the snow after fainting in the air. at first glance you didn’t know if he was okay, so when you ran over to him in the thick snow tripping over your own feet you couldn’t stop crying. all for him to lay there and wake up with a stupid grin on his face, “wow, that hurt..”
like he didn’t just fall feet from the air. then proceeded to wonder why you were so sad but then your sadness turned to anger when you felt he didn’t understand. so yea you were mad at him. really mad.
so why is his tongue basically down your throat right now? your palms pressed flat against his chest while he held the back of your head in his hand, holding you in place even as you squirm around in his arms.
why is his leg wedged in between your legs? yet, you lightly grind against him despite yourself, pushing him back at the same time. He smiles against you, earning himself slight burns from you. The pads of your fingertips leaving small marks on his chest.
The small smell of burnt skin filled your nostrils, biting the bottom of his lip as he winced.
Why were you still climbing on top of him despite being pissed right now? your thighs settling on each side of him, his hands sliding up your bare thighs onto your hips after you left your pants on the floor.
“I’m still mad at you.” the cutest pout on your face even as you leaned a bit back to angle yourself better against him, grinding into him ever so slowly. His brows furrow at the friction, “Yea?”
“yea.” you didn’t stop, keeping that slow torturing rhythm. The damp spot on your panties becoming more and more visible with each passing agonizing second. His grip tightens the harder you press, pre leaking at his tip.
He bucks his hips up into you just barely, creating more friction. You whimper at his sudden movement, glaring at him to meet his oh so unapologetic eyes. Aangs fingers slip up into the waistband of your panties, tugging lightly.
“Stop it.” He only hums in response, eyes dropping and dragging over the way you rock your hips against his, coming back up to meet your flushed gaze.
“Stop what?” he asked innocently, lips curling up into a lazy smirk, bucking his hips once more. This time you fall forward, smacking your hands against his chest, palms heating as one reaches back to stroke over the hardened cock twitching in between your clothed folds.
His smirk falters immediately, a small pathetic whine leaving his lips. Slowly, you pull his waistband back, freeing his sticky hot and bothered cock. He throws his head back into the pillow, biting his bottom lip in sexual frustration.
“Please..” he whispers. “Please what?”
“Let me feel you.” he begged desperately, tired of your endless teasing, he digs his fingers into the fat of your sides. Your eyes widened when he looked back at you with tears prickled in the corner of his eyes. The sight did something to you, and for the first time in tonight you smiled.
“Oh.. well..” you drag. “I don’t think you deserve it.”
You push back against him, dangerously smirking with this teasing look in your eyes. The palm of your hand twisted against his tip, wrapping your hand around it and pressing your thumb over his slit. His whole body jerking underneath you.
“Shit, shit. I don’t.” He whimpered, head falling back on the pillow in pain?
“Yea, you don’t.” Yet, you find yourself pushing your underwear to the side anyway. Find yourself lining him up with your slick soaked entrance. Lifting and sinking yourself onto him steadily. The stretch burning you to your core, burning just the way you need it to.
And Aang? He feels like he could cum just from the contact alone. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size before you set a gentle body rocking pace, your hands set on his chest. Fixing your thumbs over his hardened nipples, Aangs face twisting in new found pleasure as you twist and pull at them.
He closes his eyes when you lean down, expecting you to put your mouth around it, instead you suck a hickey right below it. Smiling at the flustered look on his face after you looked back up, giving him exactly what he wants, you stick your tongue out to lick and flick the swollen nub, rolling the other in between your fingers as you do so.
Grunts turned into breathless whines escape his throat, “Fuck.”
He lies there helpless as if he couldn’t do anything about this punishing pace you set, in fear of you getting more upset with him. You let go of him, pulling yourself off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you stare at his bruised pec on the left side, feeling the upmost proud of yourself. But, you hadn’t moved in minutes, basically cock warming him at this point, he winces at the throb of his cock.
Catching his pained expression in the corner of your eye, you glance up, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Sorry.”
You lift yourself up far enough to sink back down onto him, throwing your head back in pleasure as you picked up the pace. Rubbing his fat tip along your honeyed walls, soft moans slipping past your lips while you close your eyes in bliss. Aang moans under you, cursing under his breath when you tighten around him as he hits that spongy spot so deeply.
He thrusts his hips up, meeting yours in a mean snap, a fuzzy feeling coiling up in your stomach. His thrusts never falter chasing the way you squeeze around him as he bullies that one spot. The pupils in his eyes turning into little hearts as he watches you ride him so sensually, “Mm.. you look so pretty like this.”
Oh, but you hear nothing he says, stars sitting in your eyes as you mutter ‘Im cumming’ body pulsing as you come undone on top of him, slowing and rocking while you come down from your high. Aang hasn’t come yet, and he was fed up. You just played and toyed with him, cumming all on your own and not even worrying about him.
In one swift motion, he flips you flat onto your stomach.
“Aang!?” you yell in confusion. He grips your hips, pressing them into a mean arch as he slaps his hips against yours. Filling you so deeply, you cum all over again, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he ruts into a spot you didn’t even know you had.
You melt into straight putty, letting him thrust and rut into you as he pleased. The base of his cock coated in your mixed stickiness. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, I love you.” he babbled, painting your insides with his thick pretty load, hips stuttering as your tight pussy clenched around him, squeezing him of every last drop. “Mmph— baby, I’m so sorry.”
You don’t even know what he’s apologizing for anymore, being stupid? fucking you stupid? Who fucking knows.
@luvqi and I were talking about how hot today was and the question was asked if we could realistically live at that hot ass palace.
"you want me to make what?" sokka looks confusedly at the crude drawings zuko had scribbled on a piece of scrap scroll.
"an air cooling system, i need something to keep my wife cool, it's nearing summer and the heat is getting to her."
sokka nods solemnly. "headaches?"
zuko frowns as he nods. before he left, you'd been complaining of headaches that spanned to the nape of your neck as the heat prickled your skin uncomfortably.
"suki has them too." his eyes roam the drawings, already drawing up plans in his head. "i got ya buddy, i'll get something ready for the missus, gotta make sure sokka jr is okay."
"we are not naming our son sokka jr." zuko scoffs, but his eyes soften in gratitude.
"but it's catchy right?"
"imagine having to say to her, 'honey, sokka needs a nappy change'." the fire lord shudders, making sokka cackle.
Summary : Clark comes home from the daily planet starving. But not for food.
CONTENTS - Oral (f receiving) , Clark is a munch , swearing , foggy glasses , hair pulling , playful biting ; kitchen counter. Dining table. Pussy talker 🫵; use of freeze breath. Whining. Smug Clark , squirting , slight masterbation, cum in pants
Word count 1.5k
SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW THE CUT
MDNI. (18+)
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Clark got back from a long stressful day at the Daily Planet. A long. Long day. Thinking all about you, how he left you that morning for work and you were wearing his shirt and a pretty little thong. He spent all day trying to focus on his work. Like he should. But how could he when you were at home.
As soon as he got through the door you were in the kitchen making a drink, Wasting no time whatsoever he walks over and you feel two arms wrap around your waist pulling you even closer to his chest and he dives kisses on your neck inhaling your scent. A soft giggle leaves your lips and you tilt your head back to kiss him, he returns the kiss deeply turning you around to face him and lifting you off the ground slightly.
He set you down gently looking at you like you hung the moon and has a boyish grin on his face and you just beam at him taking a sip of your icy drink and offer it to him, he smiles taking a sip and passes it back. "How was your day baby... get any good stories?" You asked gently always eager to hear his work stories.
"It was good , though I think I need to have another interview with superman, How was your day honey?" he puts quotes around the word superman using his fingers and you roll your eyes at him at the irony and sip your drink again before speaking up again.
"I'm sure he'll find time for you, my day was good thanks Clark..just.. rotted .. watched tv.. the usual for a day off" He leaned over and kissed your forehead still with a glint of something else in his eyes.
"Did my girl eat today?" He brushes a hand through your hair almost cooing at you gently.
"I did baby.. got something small before ... have you eaten?" You return the question knowing exactly how much he dove into his work and forgot to eat. He nods softly grinning even more "I had something small too. But I'm starving baby.. worked up an awful appetite."
Your face fell instantly. You loved taking care of your man and he was starving??? That just wasn't okay. Not happening. "Oh! Clark I'll make you something up baby , what do you feel like?" You frowned darting to the fridge and he let out a deep chuckle at how sweet you were sometimes.
"Come here sweetheart." His voice was a deep tone that immediately caused a heat between your legs. Who would refuse that. You walked over and he leaned down slightly cupping your face and kissing you deeply. Almost starved. It took your breath away as his tongue slides into your mouth dancing with your own. The taste of coffee and something minty lingered on his tongue.
He pulls away voice smug and proud "wanna eat you up baby... s'that okay?" The answer got stuck in your throat within seconds. He tilts his head sweetly almost taunting you.
"Superman got your tongue baby?" He chuckled again.
"Yes baby.. s'more than okay!" The second the words leave your mouth he's already scooping you up and placing you on the counter and taking your soaked thong off placing it in his pocket , lifting his shirt you were wearing and looking at your dripping wet folds with a proud grin. He coos tauntingly and drags his index finger up your folds coaxing his fingers and giving them a quick lick to try you.
"Awe she's soaked f'me baby.. all ready.. ..." He kneels down ever so slightly to be level with your pussy.
"Oh I missed you sweet little thing" He coos playfully at your pussy biting your thigh before looking up at you "and you honey!" He dips his head between your legs making you gasp softly as he laps at your wet folds kissing your clit. His glasses getting nudged in thr process , But my god he didn't even care. He started lapping like a starved man and humming against your pussy and throwing your legs over his shoulder, his hands gripping onto your thighs hard Enough to bruise.
He was achingly hard. He loved your pussy. Could live between your thighs for days. “She tastes so good baby" He whimpered against your clit sucking more and lapping his tongue rapidly. He brings two fingers towards your sopping wet hole and pushes them in gently making you yank at his hair and he looks up, glasses crooked and fogged up , you could feel him smile against your pussy as he fucks his fingers into you rapidly working in tandem with his tongue flicking at your clit. And he was getting harder. You were getting closer whimpering rutting against his mouth knocking your drink over from before. The cold icy liquid hitting you makes you gasp and arch your back more pushing him deeper into your pussy.
"Oh fuck!" You squeal water splashing everywhere and he pulls off tutting making you whine from the loss of contact and how close you were.
"you're makin such a mess baby... don't worry I'll take care of it." He scoops you up so your legs wrap around his waist definitely getting your juices soaked on his shirt and kisses you deeply , you can taste yourself on his tongue and feel how hard he is. His glasses beyond crooked and he quickly fixed them.
He lays you down on the dining table and you shriek at him. "Clark! We fucking eat on this table." You scold him and once again he leans down with a proud boyish unbothered grin. He needed you more.
"That's exactly what I'm doing baby.. I'm eating." He slams his mouth back between your thighs with more hunger than before and you shriek yanking on his hair throwing your legs around him to get him closer and he whimpers against your pussy. his air getting cut off slightly. But this is exactly what he wanted. His dick throbbing painfully already forming a dark wet patch in his pants.
For a moment he reaches his hand down to palm himself through his pants only groaning more as he laps up your juices and curlinghis tongue in and out of your hole making you whimper and thrash. You were a fucking mess. Dripping all over his face. He jerks himself off harder tugging on your clit slightly. He groans so hard and you squirm, he rapidly holds your legs down more not stopping for a moment to breathe.
"Can I try something for her baby? Think she'd like it" he coos waiting for your reply. You nod close to tears and suddenly you feel a sharp cooling sensation on your clit as he uses his freeze breath gently. You shriek louder thrashing and he reaches a hand up pushing your stomach down so you can't move.
He returns his fingers to your sopping hole and fucks you rapidly with them stretching your gummy walls out and letting you soak him and clamp around him even more still using the freeze breath and switching between that and his tongue, "HOLY FUCK CLARK" You belt out sobbing yanking on his hair even harder. He groans and whimpers against you as he completely comes undone in his pants.
The coil grew tighter and you can feel it in the pit of your stomach almost making you light headed.
"Clark! Wait ! No.. I'm gonna - " Before you can even finish you feel a gushing sensation as you squirt harshly onto his face , some of it splattering onto his glasses and all over the dining table and his pants had a massive wet patch from his own orgasm. He laps it all up. "She did so good baby.. you're so good for me"
You gasp breathing heavily and he lifts his head. His glasses fogged up and covered in your juices. He chuckles taking off his glasses and wiping them on his shirt before helping you sit up and kissing you softly wiping your tears away shushing you gently , the other hand at the back of your head.
"Fixed your appetite?" You ask sweetly and he chuckles nodding "best meal ever ,still could eat though, unfortunately eating you out isn't a balanced diet." He guides you to the bedroom and you both get changed, him in plaid pants and a white shirt and you his shirt and cozy shorts.
When you get back to the kitchen he grabs paper towels and cleaning up the kitchen counter and then the dining table. Throwing it away before turning to you.
"You feel like takeout? Everyone loves eating out" He grins smugly and you roll your eyes at him and smile.
"Takeout sounds good baby"
"Atta girl honey.. I'll pay for it" he leans over and kisses you deeply and lovingly. "Least I could do" He coos stroking your hair gently and then leaning down to rub your back as he always did.
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Cw: Smut. Oral. P in V. Thigh riding. Size kink. Panty sniffer Caleb Jealous Xavier. It includes links to 🌽 videos on X for visual examples on what was sent. 🔞 MDNI🔞
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Part 2 here When they accidentally send you a porn link...
The blue light of your phone screen is the only thing cutting through the darkness of your bedroom. You really should have been asleep an hour ago, instead, you’re spiraling down a rabbit hole you didn't even know existed.
Size kink.
You’d never really thought about it before, not until you started dating Sylus and tonight you were just scrolling, looking for something to satisfy the empty ache Sylus left all week.
This video is something you had never seen before or even thought was possible. You watch, mesmerized by the way the woman’s stomach subtly shifts a visible bulge as he stretches her out.
Heat pools instantly between your thighs, making your breath hitch and a dizzying sensation of fullness hit your gut. He's always so careful with you, so agonizingly gentle, as if you’re something precious he might break if he breathes too hard. But looking at this... a dark part of your brain wonders what it would feel like if he didn't hold back.
"Holy shit..." you whisper to the empty room.
Your hand moves instinctively, fingers sliding down to find slick heat. The video is playing on a loop. Bulge. Stretch. Deep. Repeat. You watch it while your imagination runs wild, replacing the stranger on the screen with the man who owns your heart. You’re picturing his heavy weight pinning you down, his eyes blown wide, filling you until you can’t even scream.
You’re chasing a peak that feels miles away until, suddenly, it isn't. You hit your first orgasm with a stifled gasp, back arching off the mattress, only to find yourself immediately chasing the second one, body trembling and spent in the wake of the first.
By the time the second wave of pleasure ebbs away, you’re a puddle of limbs and heavy eyelids. You’re half conscious, drifting in that beautiful limbo between wakefulness and dreams. In a daze of post orgasmic euphoria, you squint at the screen, your thumb hovering over the comment section.
"How do I send him this without actually sending it to him 😳"
You tap 'send' with a clumsy thumb. You meant to just post it as a thought, a digital scream into the void. But as your eyes flutter shut, your hand twitches a final, involuntary spasm of exhausted muscle. Your thumb slips. It slides across the 'Share' icon, hovers over the very first contact at the top of your recent list, and taps.
Sent.
You don't hear the subtle whoosh of the outgoing message. Delivered directly to the man who at this very moment is probably staring at a security feed or sipping red wine.
Sylus.
You just fall into a deep, blissful sleep, completely unaware that you've just lit a fuse.
“Come on, sweetie, don’t give up on me now" Thrust. The impact is heavy, forcing a breathless gasp from your lungs. “You can take it, can’t you?”
He isn't being the gentle, careful man you know. Not today. His hand is hooked firmly behind your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, forcing you to watch the unmistakable, fat bulge stretching the skin of your lower abdomen, proof to just how deep he’s buried himself inside you.
“You wanted this, now you have to take it and you are going to watch.”
And there it is. The reality of it. It’s visceral. It’s exactly what you saw in that video, but it’s a thousand times more intense because it’s him. It’s real.
Your vision swima and just as the shock of it all starts to settle, he shifts. He changes the angle of his hips in a calculated move that hits your G spot dead on. An uninhibited scream tears from your throat, echoing through the room.
“I've been trying to behave,” he says, and the words come out rougher than he probably intended, an edge of frustration bleeding through his usual composure “But you make it so difficult... fuck... by sending me your filthy little thoughts.”
His hand settles against your belly, firm and heavy, and the second he presses down, your body reacts with a sharp inhale. You tense instinctively, muscles coiling around him, but you don't pull away. You can't.
“Can you feel me here?” he asks, breath coming in uneven bursts. He’s buried balls deep and for a split second, you see a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. You make a face, a strange, overwhelmed expression of fullness, and he looks like he might actually pull back to give you a moment to breathe. He thinks he’s pushing too hard.
He’s wrong.
Don't you dare.
Driven by a desperation you didn't know you possessed, you move your hips in a searching rhythm, pressing his hand down harder against your stomach. You want the pressure. You want to feel the exact point where he meets your skin from the inside.
He lets out a loud groan at the sensation. Your narrow walls clamp down on him, tighter than they've ever been. Every millimeter of space between you feels like it’s disappearing, leaving nothing but friction and heat.
You don't have the words to tell him that you never want him to stop, so your body does the talking. You cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he holds you there, keeping you exactly where you are until your breathing turns unsteady.
Until your body softens in momentary surrender and tightens again a second later, as if you're fighting a war with yourself, trying to decide whether to let go or to hold on tighter.
In the end, you don't choose. You do both.
The world dissolves into a hot haze of pleasure. It couldn't be called an orgasm because this feels like a total system failure. You’re sobbing his name or maybe you’re just gasping for air, you can’t tell anymore as waves of pleasure crash over you, violent and unrelenting. Your pussy seizes around him in long pulses, milking him, begging for the very thing that’s pushing you past your limit.
He follows you a few seconds later, burying himself soooo deep you feel the hot rush of him filling you.
Slowly, the fog begins to lift, leaving you in a state of blissful, heavy lethargy. The hand that was just pressing so ruthlessly into your belly softens, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.
"You really are a menace." he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.
The shame you expected to feel, the embarrassment of that accidental video is nowhere to be found. Instead, there is only a sense of immense satisfaction.
"Next time," he whispers into your hair "don't bother sending a link. Just tell me. I'll give you everything you desire. Every single time."
The problem with being in love with a man like Xavier is that your brain is constantly a minefield of "what ifs."
He’s incredible, truly, but you’ve noticed the way he pulls back sometimes. When he’s brooding or when that possessive jealousy starts to prickle at him, he becomes almost too careful. Like he’s afraid he might actually break you if he lets go of that restraint.
So, naturally, you’ve been doing a little "research" to keep the inspiration alive.
Now, you’re sitting on the edge of your bathtub, scrolling through your feed, a habit that’s becoming a bit of a vice, when a video catches your eye. A girl pinned to a mattress, her head pressed down by her partner as he fucks her from behind. Hard. The sound of her moans echoes in your ears through your headphones and suddenly the bathroom feels about ten degrees too hot.
God, yes.
You quickly save the link to your "later" folder, a digital stash of things you want him to eventually try, and then scribble a quick, thirsty comment on the video "This but with my boyfriend dressed as Lumiere 🤤 " and set your phone down.
Buzz. Buzz.
A notification lights up the screen. It’s him.
[Xavier]: Found a new hot pot place. Apparently, the broth is spicy enough to kill a Wanderer. Want to go tonight? Please say yes so I can stop thinking about food and start thinking about you.
A soft laugh escapes you. He’s so predictable, yet so devastatingly charming when he wants to be. Your answer is an immediate "sure" because you’d say yes to a lukewarm bowl of water if he was the one serving it.
But he always forgets to look at the menu and ends up ordering something way too spicy or something you're not in the mood for, so you look for the restaurant's menu.
You see the link. Tap it. Copy. Paste. Add "Look at the options! The spicy broth looks insane." Send.
Funny thing is, you don't actually copy the menu's URL, you just cut it. You don't even realize you just sent him the very un culinary link to the video you were just watching to fuel your own delusions.
Little typing bubbles appear. They dance for a long time. They disappear. They reappear.
He's so indecisive.
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"Lumiere?" the name sounds like a curse "You wanted Lumiere to pin you down?"
Your face is pressed so firmly into the mattress that the fabric feels like a part of your own skin, the scent of laundry detergent mixing with the heat of the moment. Every time he thrusts into you, the world tilts, your vision blurring into white light and dark shadows. The Xavier who kisses your forehead and cuddles with you is buried somewhere deep inside the man currently fucking you breathless.
"Xavie..." you try to speak, but his name dies in your throat as he shifts his weight.
"Tell me," he demands, losing the battle with his own restraint. He hits you hard, a deep, soul shaking thrust that forces a broken moan from your lips. "Tell me you don't need a costume to feel this."
You try to answer, to tell him he's being ridiculous...
Smack!
The sting of his palm against your ass makes you gasp, your fingers clawing at the mattress for purchase.
"You sent it to me on purpose," he mutters as he leans down, his chest pressing hard against your back. "You wanted to see me like this, didn't you? You wanted to see if I could be as rough as him."
He doesn't want an answer. He doesn't wait for one. He just wants to hear you whimper his name when he hits that perfect spot.
His hand presses your face down even harder into the mattress, muffling your cries. It's everything you were craving when you were scrolling through your phone earlier, but the reality is a thousand times better.
You start to move, trying to meet him halfway, trying to grind back against him to find the friction that will push you over the edge.
"Faster..." you beg, trying to turn your head to tell him that there is no Lumiere, there is only him, but he just presses you back down, his thumb grazing your hip bone with trembling pressure.
"Shhhhhh, just a little bit more," he lets out a long groan, his forehead dropping to rest against the back of your neck for a fleeting second before he surges upward again. "You should see the way your pussy is taking my cock right now, so greedy. Just for me."
His hand shifts. It leaves the back of your head to find the column of your throat. His thumb and middle finger curl around your neck not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that he is in total control.
He stills for a heartbeat, his middle finger softly tapping the pulsing vein in your neck. "Every beat belongs to me tonight"
You just nod, a jerky movement, because you are standing on the very edge of a precipice, and the fall is coming. The tension in your lower belly is wound so tight it’s almost painful.
"Say it," he breathes, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his words a warm, humid ghost of a sensation, his control fraying at the edges.
"Yours," you finally whisper, like secret you’ve been holding in your lungs for far too long, finally allowed to breathe.
The moment the word leaves your lips, he loses the last of his mercy.
He pulls back almost entirely, leaving you aching and empty for a fraction of a second only to drive back in, bottomless and bruising. It’s a cycle of withdrawal and overwhelming fullness that leaves you reeling.
"Give me what's mine" the command vibrates through your entire body.
The world dissolves into white light as your head falls forward, muscles spasming in the violent quake of your climax, but he catches your hair, tugging just enough to force your head up, his face inches from yours, his eyes dark and swirling with a hunger that could swallow the stars.
"Good girl," he whispers against your parted, trembling lips.
He thrusts one last time, deep and final, spilling molten heat as your name breaks from his lips, torn in half by bliss before he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. For now, the jealousy is gone. There is only the quiet, heavy reality of being his.
The video catches your eye instantly. The lighting is a soft purple, casting a surreal glow over the two people on screen. A girl is on top, her movements slow and agonizingly deliberate as she drags her pussy over her partners cock, the rhythm of it making your cunt clench.
Tonight you are in a "no filter" mood. You need to share this. You need to tell Tara.
With a smirk, you tap the share icon, copy the link, and switch over to your messages. You find Tara’s profile pic or so you think and start typing with the kind of unhinged energy only a best friend can appreciate.
You and Tara have long since abandoned the concept of "boundaries" when it comes to your filthy late night chats.
“Omg Tara, look at this. Raf’s cock is so pretty, I swear if he’d just let me do this to him, I’d never leave the bedroom again 🥵💦”
You hit send with a satisfied whoosh and let out a long, dramatic sigh. Silence follows. For a few minutes you go back to scrolling, blissfully unaware that you have just dropped a digital bomb into the inbox of a man who is already struggling to maintain his composure.
Your phone vibrates.
It’s not a "LOL" or a "Damn" from Tara.
It’s a notification from Rafayel.
Rafayel: Is that so?
Your heart skips a beat. You frown, squinting at the name at the top of the chat.
Wait.
Your face goes from pale to a shade of red that would put a sunset to shame. You stare at the screen, wanting to physically crawl inside the phone and disappear forever. You want to delete it. You want to throw the phone out the window. You want to move to a different planet.
But then, the little typing bubbles appear again.
Rafayel: Don't just sit there blushing, cutie. I'm coming to your place and you are going to show me exactly what you want"
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You’ve lost track of time. Your thighs are starting to ache, every muscle in your legs feels tight, strained from holding yourself upright, yet you keep moving. You have to. The friction is the only thing keeping you grounded.
You’re straddling him, your knees digging into the soft linens, focused on the way your cunt drags over his cock. Slippery. Hot. Wet.
Every time you slide down, the underside of him, that thick ridge presses ruthlessly against your clit. You can feel the vein running along his length pulse in perfect synch with your clit.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
"Slow down..." he groans, gripping your hips "You're going to... fuuuuck... you're going to kill me"
The friction is creating a heat of its own, a sliding friction that makes your head spin. You watch slightly delirious, as the light from the moon filters through the window, catching the sheen of sweat on his pale skin and the way his hair is plastered to his forehead. He looks wrecked. He looks beautiful. He looks like he belongs entirely to you.
But his hands are far from weak. They are heavy weights anchored to your hips, and he uses them to sabotage you. Just when you think you’ve found a rhythm that might actually save you, he tightens his grip, forcing your hips to slow, dragging the slide of your pussy out into a long, shallow glide.
It’s cruel. A sadistic kind of torture, making the night feel endless, as if the clock has stopped just to watch you suffer.
He wants to stretch this out. He wants to milk every drop of anticipation from your veins until your entire body begins to tremble, not from pleasure, but from the weight of the climax that refuses to arrive. He wants to push you to that edge where even your silence sounds filthy, where the quiet between your breaths is thick with the unspoken things you want to do to him.
Once he’s satisfied with the slow pace, his hands begin to wander. They trace the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, the swell of your breasts, learning your body the way a sinner learns to pray. Like hunger learning the art of restraint just long enough to make the eventual feast mean something.
You slide back just a fraction, settling the heat of your pussy directly over his balls and then you reach down.
Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, just like you saw in that video. You begin to stroke him while simultaneously rotating your hips in a circular grind over the heavy fullness of his balls.
The sound that tears from his throat is something unhuman, a vibration that feels like it's coming from the depths of the ocean.
Your name is caught between his teeth in a soft, sinful exhale. He sounds undone, completely unraveled by the sight of you taking exactly what you claimed you wanted in that accidental text.
He’s right there, on the edge of an unravelling collapse.
And because you are just like him, a creature of beautiful, chaotic impulse, you don't let him have it. Not yet.
You release his cock, hand slipping away just as the tension reaches its peak, and drag your soaked cunt back up the entire length of him in one loooong slide.
It feels like a collision of two fires.
In your desperation to feel everything you let your entire weight drop. The clench of your pussy as you cum wraps around the underside of his cock, squeezing him with a force that leaves him absolutely helpless.
He has no choice but to follow you into the fire.
Spurts of his cum paint the pale skin of his stomach, the liquid warmth spreading in thick, white streaks, pooling in his belly button.
For a few seconds, neither of you moves. There is only the sound of your breathing and the humid scent of your shared exhaustion.
“Was that pretty enough for you, cutie?” he teases, though his hand trembles slightly as he reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingers on your cheek, like he’s constantly checking to make sure you haven't vanished into the night. "Or do we need to do it again?"
It’s late, way past the time Zayne would usually be nudging you to sleep but he’s still tucked away in his office, probably buried under a mountain of medical charts or surgical reports.
Your eyes are glued to your phone screen, watching a VIDEO of a girl grinding against a man’s thigh, bodies pressed together, his hands steady even as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. The guy in the video is wearing pajamas that look disturbingly similar to the ones Zayne is wearing right now.
Suddenly, the empty space in your bed feels a little too vast, your mind drifting to the office down the hall, aching to be that girl, to climb onto his Zayne's lap while he’s buried in medical charts and just... fuck yourself stupid.
You want to reach down and touch yourself but you’re a loud sleeper and an even louder moaner. If you start now, there’s no way he won't hear you through the walls, and you aren't quite ready for that kind of intimacy yet. So, you settle for a bit of digital venting. With a flushed face, you type out a quick comment on the video: "God, I wish I could do this while he's working..."
You go to save the link to your "Filthy Things" folder for a proper session tomorrow morning, but just as your thumb hovers over the screen, your phone starts vibrating. It’s Simone. She’s calling, probably to gossip about something trivial. In your rush to swipe the call and answer her, your finger taps the wrong folder.
And because Zayne is a man who is always, always connected to his devices for work... he’s going to see the notification the exact second it pops up.
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It didn't take long. After that little "digital accident," the silence between you two wasn't awkward so much as it was heavy. Charged. He didn't even tease you about the comment. He didn't even blush. He just looked at you with those piercing eyes, a tiny, knowing quirk at the corner of his mouth, and silently commanded you to come to him.
And now, here you are. Perched on his lap, doing the same thing you saw on that video. Your lower half is completely bare, your thighs hugging his muscular one as you press yourself flush against him.
The friction is driving you completely insane.
Zayne, however, is a man of terrifying discipline.
His left hand is braced on your lower back, while his right hand moves across his keyboard. He’s actually working. He’s reviewing files, typing out notes, behaving as if you aren't currently trying to melt into his lap. Every so often, he’ll pause, not to stop you, but to lean in. His breath, cool and smelling faintly of mint, brushes against the shell of your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
"Ah... Zayne..." you whimper against his neck as you press yourself harder against him. The sound is loud, far too loud for his quiet office and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.
"Hush now," he doesn't even look away from the monitor, though you notice the slight tightening of his jaw. "I need to focus. These reports won't write themselves."
He’s being difficult. He’s being a tease. And you love him for it.
You try to be "good." You force yourself to still when he has to write something long on his computer. You sit there, trembling slightly, waiting for him to acknowledge the havoc you're wreaking on his concentration.
A moment passes. The only sound is the soft click clack of the keyboard. Then, you feel his hand slide from your hip to the small of your back, pulling you just a fraction of an inch closer, a subtle command for you to keep going.
"Good girl," he whispers, the words a warm caress against your ear.
His expression is completely professional, but the way his fingers linger on your skin tells a completely different story. He’s still working, yes but he’s also letting you feel exactly how much of a distraction you really are.
Every time your thighs tense up, every time you desperately bite your lower lip to stifle a moan that threatens to shatter the silence, the air thickens with indecency.
He’s struggling. You aren't blind. You can feel the insistent twitch of his cock beneath you, reacting to every open mouthed kiss you press against the pulse of his neck, the sharp line of his collarbone, and the smooth expanse of his Adam's apple. He’s trying to maintain that surgeon’s calm, but his body is betraying him with every shuddering breath you take.
You’re right on the edge. Your clit is catching perfectly against the fabric of his pajamas, the material already damp and clinging to you from the amount of arousal you're leaking.
"Look at me."
His voice cuts through the air, forcing your gaze up. He wants to see the exact moment your eyes glaze over, the moment your breath hitches and tells the truth that your lips are trying so hard to hide.
When his hand slides up to cup your jaw, it isn't the gentle, comforting touch you're used to during a quiet movie on the couch. It's different. It's possessive. It’s a disciplined kind of dominance, a reminder that while he is the composed Zayne in the daylight, there is a much darker man caged behind that professional composure and you are the only one who knows how to let him out.
"You are close, aren't you, love?" he whispers, his lips hovering so close to yours that you can feel the heat of his breath.
You can barely manage a nod, your lungs feeling too small for the air you're trying to pull in. You're breathing directly into his slightly parted mouth.
"Cum for me, then," he exhales, a rare flush creeping up his cheeks, betraying just how much this is affecting him too.
He shifts his thigh, bouncing it up and down in a rhythmic motion that catches your clit perfectly.
The world tilts. You feel your eyes lose focus and you can't tell if it's the shaking of your limbs or the pounding of your heart that's making you tremble so violently.
"Zaynie... Zayne..."
His name becomes your entire vocabulary, there are no words left, only the sound of his name on your lips and the crashing sensation of finally, finally letting go.
You are flicking through a never ending stream of mindless clips and memes. It’s supposed to be a quiet afternoon, just a bit of scrolling to kill the time until Caleb comes back, but then there...
A VIDEO pops up. It’s not your usual aesthetic travel vlog or a cooking hack.
You freeze, your heart doing a weird, little skip in your chest. You know you should probably swipe past it, but your eyes are glued to the screen. It’s a girl, her lace panties completely drenched. The guy in the video isn't even taking them off, he’s just sliding the tip of his cock against her through the wet lace.
A sudden warmth blooms deep in your belly, spreading down until it feels like you’re melting into the cushions. God, you’ve been craving that. The teasing, the slow, agonizing buildup. You’ve spent so much money on delicate, expensive little sets, thinking maybe Caleb would appreciate the way they look on you, but hes a fucking dog. He doesn't do "slow." He usually just rips them or tugs them off with impatience, going straight for the heat of you. You just want him to play with you like that. To linger.
Your inhibitions are a little frayed from the visual, and before your brain can catch up to your impulse, your thumbs are flying. You tap the comment section, the screen a mess of unhinged messages from strangers, and you add your own little confession: “I really need him to play with me like this, but he prefers to eat it raw from the start😢”
You hit send, a tiny, embarrassed flush creeping up your neck, and immediately swipe the video away, feeling a bit silly for being so vulnerable to a bunch of internet strangers.
You toss the phone onto the cushion next to you a second later, completely oblivious to one mortifying detail. He’d logged into his account on your phone earlier when his own battery died, and you hadn't bothered to switch back.
In his office, the most dangerous man in Skyhaven is about to watch, in explicit detail, how you want to be ruined.
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It turns out your assessment of him was spot on. The man is a fucking dog.
He hasn't taken your underwear off. That’s the part that’s driving you absolutely insane. The delicate lace is currently soaked, clinging to your pussy like a second, translucent layer of skin. He’s been working his tongue against the fabric, licks so long and heavy they feel like they’re reaching deep inside you. You’ve already been hit by two earth shattering, toe curling orgasms, your vision blurring every time his mouth finds your clit through the damp cloth. He hasn't even slowed down. If anything, it's getting worse.
“This is the reason I usually take off those pretty panties you wear” he presses his face into you, his broad tongue sweeping up in one stroke against your entire slit. You let out a choked, broken sound, fingers tangling desperately in his dark hair, trying to push him away just to catch your breath.
“Your scent is so fucking addictive,” he groans against your skin, “Especially after wearing them all day... knowing you've been walking around, smelling like this, just waiting for me.”
Then, he says something that makes your heart skip a beat not out of fear, but out of pure shock.
“You have no idea, do you?” he pants, nose brushing against your clit. “Last two years of High School... I spent them stroking my cock raw just to the smell of your panties. Thinking about you. Wishing you were right there."
Your vision blurs. Your hips jerk upward involuntarily as a third wave of pleasure crashes over you. You cum hard, your entire body shaking as you spill yourself directly onto his tongue, voice breaking into a high, desperate sob of his name.
He doesn't pull away. He just drinks you in, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he tastes exactly what he's been craving.
The moment your legs stop trembling he hooks his fingers into the soaked gusset and drags it to the side, baring your swollen folds and your pulsing clit, sensitive from his relentless attention.
He doesn't thrust in. He doesn't go for the full stretch you’ve been silently praying for. Instead, he slides the drooling tip of his cock over your slit. He isn't even entering you yet, he's just... slapping it against your clit, teasing the very edge of your tolerance.
You wanted the lace, the play, the slow burn... but God, you also wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't remember your name. You wanted the stretch.
But Caleb is a man who listens. Or rather, he's a man who has spent a lifetime studying every detail of your desires and right now he is giving you exactly what you asked for.
He leans down, his eyes dark, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure and frustration. He doesn't give you the release of a full thrust, he just feeds you the tip. He slides just the head of his cock into your pussy, a teasing invasion that barely makes a dent.
The reaction is instantaneous. Your walls react to him like a living thing, clenching around him, desperately trying to suck him deeper, to pull the rest of him in. The sensation is so perfectly matched that a synchronized moan breaks from both of you.
He pulls out just a fraction and then he thrusts the tip back in. Over and over again.
“Please,” you whimper, the word sounding pathetic even to your own ears. “Baby, please...”
You’re trying to force him to go deeper. But he’s in total control. His left hand is working the length of his cock, pumping with a desperate rhythm, while his right hand finds your clit.
His eyes are pinned to yours, watching every flicker of emotion on your face as if he’s trying to memorize the way you fall apart.
And then, the teasing ends.
His mushroom tip, still nestled just inside your entrance, begins to pulse. Warm, thick spurts of cum hit your sensitive walls, flooding the tiny space he’s occupied.
Your pussy clenches around the tip of his cock, trying to suck every last drop out of him while his hand squeezes the rest of his length, forcing the remainder of his seed into you, filling you up until his cum starts to leak out.
He finally collapses against you, the weight of his body pressing you deep into the mattress.
"You're so loud when you're happy," he murmurs before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple, then your cheek, before finally settling his lips against yours in a kiss that tastes of salt and everything you are to him.
He pulls back just a bit, his gaze dropping to where the soaked lace of your panties still clings to your thighs, then back up to your eyes. There’s a flicker of that obsessive intensity returning to his expression.
"There isn't a single thing in this world you could ask for that wouldn't make me crawl to you. So don't hold back, Pips."
a/n: panty fucking w seroooooo and make it brothers bsf
you need your own place. you’ve been tossing and turning for hours, sero and your brother are playing music too loud and the smell of weed is seeping under your door. you kick your covers off, ready to say something when the music stops and the apartment seems to finally quiet.
you huff and settle into your bed once more, waiting for your eyes to get heavy with sleep. just as you get comfortable your door cracks open. you sit up, finding sero filling out your door way.
“you know where the bathroom is.” you hiss, throwing a pillow at him.
“yeah.” he steps in and clicks the door shut. “must’ve got lost on the way to the couch.” he stands at the end of your bed. “those are cute.” he nods with a lazy grin.
“what?” your cheeks heat.
“your panties with the little bunnies.” his eyes flick up to yours. “lemme get a closer look.” he grabs your ankle and yanks you down the bed.
“sero!” you gasp. “he’s in the other room.” eyes going wide.
“then don’t make any noise.”
your legs fall open and his eyes leave your face, sliding down the over sized shirt that’s now bunched up around your middle and stopping on your cotton panties. he reaches down and thumbs at the cotton, glancing up at you when you make a small sound. you bring your hand up to your mouth as he keeps dragging his thumb up and down.
“there you go.” he mumbles. “good girl.” he grins at the shudder goes through your body.
your chest is heaving with each pass of his thumb, hips jerking every time he avoids your aching clit. he watches a wet patch grow in the center, chuckling at you and the desperate cant of your hips. when he finally circles your clit, the sound that comes from you has him locking his eyes with yours.
“‘m sorry.” you gasp.
“try to stay quiet.” he taps your clit and pulls back.
he pushes his sweats down and your eyes go wide as he pulls his cock out, stroking himself a couple times before he smacks the head on your soaked panties. you jerk with the feeling, looking up at him with round eyes as he starts to slide up and down the cotton, nudging your clit perfectly.
“sero.” a small plea.
“shh shh shh.”
one of his hands is on your waist, the other is between the both of you holding his cock in place as he drags his cock up and back down. he groans lowly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts to pace up momentum. your panties are embarrassingly slick, the sound making its way to your ears.
“got my shit soaked and you still got your panties on.” he lets out a breathy chuckle.
you turn your head to the side, covering your eyes with your arm and clamping your teeth into your bottom lip so you can use your other hand to pull up your shirt. he groans when you show him your perked nipples, mouth watering and wanting to scrape his teeth agaisnt them to hear your noises.
“play with em.” he nods. you peek at him, bringing a shaky hand down to your chest and taking your nipple between your fingers. “good girl.”
while you play with your nipples, he fucks your panties faster, low grunts spilling from his mouth while small gasps fall from your lips. his cock keeps catching on your covered pussy, pushing in just a fraction before he slides back up to your clit. you’re bucking against him, panties so soaked he’s practically just rubbing himself against your bare folds now from how translucent they are.
“sero!” you whimper.
“shush.” his eyes lock with your glossy ones.
a low grunt rises in his chest when his cock slips under your panties and slides against your honeyed mess. he collapses over you, his hand clapping over your mouth as he starts to hump against faster. your panties are keeping him presses right against you as he slides through your slick. with another pass of his tip on your clit you fall apart, shaking beneath him as you cum, your fingers digging into his back.
he groans, twitching between your legs and with a low groan of your name he’s cumming. you’re both panting, staring at each other as you slowly detangle. he fixed your panties, rubbing over them with his fingers and smearing his cum all over your puffy lips.
“see you in the morning.” he pats your thigh, adjusting himself in his sweats and walking out.
