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[bodyart] 792 days

GHOSTxAFAB! READER - words: 3.25k - content warning: uhhhhhh idek

700.. 92 days. 792 lonesome nights. 792 mornings waking up alone. Rolling off the stiff woven couch, your feet burn against the cold wood. Dust fills the air as the morning sun filters through the broken blinds. The blinds you broke screaming your head off 792 days ago. The stone cold look in his eyes borrowed a hole into your chest as you thought about just how meaningless all of it was. The sit you were screaming about. The arguments you shared in the last few days before his departure.

Standing up, you mindlessly fiddle with the cold metal tags around your neck. Though they weren’t his, you couldn’t help but fear the day that his would be added to the chain. Almost slamming into the cold floor, you collapse onto the wall. The pain your chest feeling nothing less than life ending. The sternum shattering pain brought tears to your eyes. ”Chin up, puppy,” his voice coached. “No tears till that final knock comes to the door,” your mind played tricks as the memories of him flooded back.

The way he held you to his chest as you cried for hours, silently telling you how he would always protect you. The gentle kisses he’d shower you with when he wanted to tell you how proud he was. The roses he bought after ever fight. The ring he hid in the bottom of his rucksack like you weren’t the one that washed all his stuff. “Just come home, please,” you beg softly. Sliding down the wall, you steadied your breathing, gasping between the dry heaving.

Almost an hour passes before you’re able to force yourself back onto your feet. Wiping your face, you pass your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled, your red eyes were sunken in from sleepless nights and overtime. Makeup from the night before stain your skin as it retold the events of your club hopping birthday. Gritting your teeth, the far too big Manchester t-shirt you begged for reminded you of the game he took you too. The way he lifted you into the air to catch it and the way he always looked at you when you’d wear it to bed.

Refusing to cry again, you storm away from the mirror. Tossing the t-shirt to the ground, you jumped into the shower. Trying to wash away the burden of tears and escapism, you stand in silence. The water hitting your skin without mercy.

Towel wrapped tight, you stare yourself in the eye through the steam. The eyes he would stare into. The lips he kissed hungrily. Pulling on the lowest fitting jeans you own, you tuck one of his black t-shirts into the waistband. Bag on shoulder and keys in hand, you make for the front door, stopping just before grabbing the handle. Dropping keys and bag, you kick them aside and went into small barely larger enough to be considered a kitchen. Cleaning and sweeping, you fix up the home you let go to hell. With two bags of trash ready at the door, you stuff your feet into a pair of boots you bought years ago.

You wanted them cause they looked like his standard issue ones. That year you went as him for halloween and you got into argument about him getting called in. It was three weeks after that when you finally got to make up. Shoving your keys in your bag, you strongman the garage and head out. Tossing it out as you backed out of the driveway, you tunnel visioned your way to the grocery store. No list, no plan, you pick up the things you knew from memory. Pulling into the driveway, you sit in the car for bit. Staring at the front door you begged to paint red, you back out and drive off.

Walking through the hardware store he told you you couldn’t work at part-time, you lug around a can of black paint. Arriving at checkout with the paint and a set of blinds, the cashier tries to make conversation.

“Did you serve?” They ask innocently.

“No”.

“Are they a spouse’s?” They inquire. As they scan, your eyes run over their name tag.

“No. My dad,” you inform. The cashier nobs with a pained smile. The look in their eyes expressing just how uncomfortable they were.

“That will be $207.35. Would you like the warranty as well?” They ask gesturing towards the touch pad.

Pressing the no button, you sit your card on top of it. “No. I’m just going to replace them again when my husband gets back,” you inform, inciting a small flame of fire within yourself. The cashier visibly perks up when you mention him.

“Is he away?” They ask, handing you your bags.

“Yea. Overseas, but’s to be home soon,” you smile.

With the new blinds installed and the curtains open, you stand behind the stove of your kitchen. Chopping potatoes and carrots as the scent of a well seasoned meat filled the home. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board echoed louder than the pain that filled your chest. As time ticked away on the 792nd day, the promise you made threatened your eyes. Sitting across from an empty seat, you ate in silence. Covering the second plate and putting in the microwave, you wash dishes and turn out the lights.

Slipping into the now clean Manchester t-shirt, you tuck yourself into bed. The quiet home. The quiet neighborhood. The life you never thought you could have kids. The wedding you planned. The job you switched too. Your contract that ended. His that had a few years left on it. The bed you splurged on, and the sheets you chose cause they looked good against his skin when he woke up in the mornings.

The good wife you wanted to be. The terrible behavior he worked hard not to mirror. The trust issues you couldn’t fight. The distance he kept out of fear.

Rolling over, your hands grazes the cold other half of the bed. Your eyes drift open just a little, the light playing tricks on you as his silhouette laid beside you. The smell of gun powder and mud that never seemed to leave his skin tickled your nose. “At least shower first,” you mumble mindlessly. Turning over, you fluff your pillow with a small yawn. Your memories of him continue to circulate as you try and knock out. Not long passes before you give up on sleeping all together. Groggily sitting up, a light from under your door peaks your attention.

Trained reflex, you pull the 45 you kept in the night stand out, holding it with the intent to fire. Slowly slipping out of bed, you make for the door. Just as you open it, an ocean of steam hits you in the face. “Could you put that away, puppy,” Simon’s exhausted voice washed over you like a breathe of fresh air. Dropping to your knees, his hot skin seeped through your shirt.

“Come on now, puppy. Back into bed,” he coached. Pointing your gun at his chest, the tears you told yourself to get rid of, escaped from your eyes. Your lips quiver as your words stumble from your mouth.

“Fuck you, no,” you cry.

“You’re late, you fucking bitch”. Taking hold of barrel, he slips the gun out of your hands, pulling you close to his chest. Disarming the weapon, he tucked his down to kiss the top of yours.

“I’m home, puppy. Don’t cry”. Lifting you up, he carried you back to the bed. Putting the gun away, he leaned over you, just barely putting his weight on you. Cupping his face, you pulled him down, tracing his lips with your own. The dark made him feel like nothing more than a dream.

Giving into you, his kissed you with an insatiable hunger. The tears left, streamed from your squeezed tight eyes. Breaking only for air, his arm wrapped around your back held you tight. You locked your arms around her neck, hands in his hair. “I love you,” you whimpered.

“Puppy,” he began.

“Shut up. I missed you for fuck-sake”. Falling asleep in his arms, you clung to him throughout the night. Waking up to an empty bed, you stumbled to the doorway of your shared room. Fear overwhelmed your sense as it suddenly felt like a hellish dream. Looking around for him, your breath escapes you. Dashing into the living room, you almost face plant into the floor. His bag and shoes laid behind the old couch you gripped onto for dear life.

Circling out of the kitchen, he cane to you with a look of mild concern. “Are you okay?” He asked lifting you to your feet. Holding onto him, your chattering jaw forced a heart broken out onto your face.

“I’m right here, puppy. I ain't goin’ anywhere”. His arm looped around your waist and in one motion you lifted you up off the ground. Walking around to the other side of the couch, he sits down with you straddled across his lap. His large hands held the side of your face, his war stricken face softening to the emotionless lost stare you fell in love with. Kissing him gently, you wrap yourself in him again.

His tongue teased yours as his hands gripped your hips. Under the t-shirt he loved seeing you in, he slyly peeled off your panties. The lace hips of them strapping his hands to you.

“I missed you, puppy,” his low rough voice tickled your neck as he kissed behind your ear and down.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he growled, his kissing turning too biting. Opening your hips, his rough fingers massaged your clit. Everything about the way he held you to the way his muscle strained under the restraint he kept, flipped all your switches.

Maybe because it’s been two years. Maybe because of they way he growled your name as he opened you up. Maybe it was how your purring drove him mad as he dug three fingers deep into you. Maybe, just maybe, it was how he never said he loved you, instead he showed it in every kiss and bite mark he teased you with.

Tied around his neck like an ascot, you couldn’t hold bag that throaty gags of pleasure that he forced out of you. Holding your legs like the handles of a chest press, he moaned greedily while slamming you up and down on his long thick cock. Sloppy drilling into you, Simon’s dark brown gaze never left yours. Even as you tossed your head back, moth agape, he gave you his full attention.

Slowing to painstaking intermittent thrust, the melody of your name in his low voice dance across your depraved mind.

“Talk to me, puppy,” he ad-libed. Pausing right as his tip was at entrance, he kissed you neck affectionately. Whining as the cool air of the room brushed against your bruised pussy, the sudden lack of his warmth brought tears to your eyes.

“Simon,” you cried.

“Yes, puppy?”

“I’m cold”. Looking him in the eyes, your pout seemed to do something to him. The arrogant resolve he had, shattered. In one quick motion, he pinned you to the couch. Slamming the entirety of his length into you as he filled your mouth with him. The place where your skin met his burned with every foundation shaking slam. Your walls closed in around him with every pass. Your legs shaking and toes curling as he licked the tears from your eyes.

“I can feel you tightening, puppy,” he moaned. Tracing his thumbs over the front of your pelvis, he used you hips to intensify his own pleasure.

“Any tighter and I’ll give you a real reason to scream my name”. He let out an almost maniacal laugh as you hiccuped his named. Tongue out, you couldn’t hear any but the sounds him making a mess of you. Your cunt pulsated while he stretched you wide. Grabbing your chin, he directed your eye line to the frothing ring of cream dripping from the shaft of his cock.

“It’s like ice cream,” he joked, making you watch as he carve out his place in you. Bitting down into your lip, you could hold back the trembling. Again, you’re tipped over the edge as he relentlessly asserted his dominance.

“Good puppy”. His head fell back as his tip did more than kiss your cervix.

“Cum”. You managed between gasp.

“Deep,” you continue.

“In,” you trailed off between clenched teeth. Just as you flooded your channels, a thick hot pool poured into you. Holding your hips pressed against his, Simon left out the deepest, roughest moan you’ve heard in years. Nails buried deep into the upholstery, the overflow streamed out of hole and onto the next one.

“Fuck sake,” he inhaled. Lifting your limp body, you stayed inside you as he warmed you with his body. Breathing in his scent, the taste of iron line your lips. With his hard still deep inside you, your hips couldn’t help but to roll on their own. Breathless, you kiss his face and neck. Your hands scrambling to remove his black tee that stood between you and his hot skin.

Pulling your now soiled t-shirt over your head, his overbearingly large hands felt up your sweat misted body. His cock bulged as you pressed your bare breast against his chest, your hips spelling his name as you passionate left your mark on his skin.

“You’re like a bitch in heat, puppy,” he commented, amusement present in his voice as massaged you ass. Digging your knees into the soft cushion he sat on, you rocked and ground your hips like it was the first time. The gooey load he released in you made the perfect lube as he slipped in and out of you with ease.

As you scrapped your walls with his cock you clit managed to rub his shaft every time. Drooling in his mouth. Moaning in his ear as you used him as nothing more than thick, hot dildo.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he coached. His raspy voice grinded your gears as he pulled you pussy apart.

“A little more”. Stretching you open as you pleasured yourself on him, you could feel fingers caress your entrance. Playing with your clit as he massaged your labia, your devil of man began to rock his hips. Stabbing into you, he cooed and kissed you like nothing was happening.

“Si-,” you gasped.

“You’re gonna”. You voice trailed into drool filled wave of sounds.

“I’m gonna what?” He inquired. His voice dance into your ear as his rocking turned to skin slamming thrust.

“Speak up, puppy”.

Eyes rolling back, you break through to a tsunami of ecstasy. Back broken, his hold on you tightens as his last thrust hit deeper than all the others. Kissing down you neck, he’s sinks his teeth into the volume of your chest. His big warm arms kept you safe as your muscle trembling and convulsed from the stimulation.

Keeping you warm, his hold didn’t let up. Together on your old couch, you sat in the serenity of post nut clarity. Running you hands through his hair, you couldn’t help tracing over the scars. It wasn’t that long ago that you were crying in a hospital, screaming at staff because he recklessly put himself in danger. You thumb brushed over a small slice in his cheek. It was far too new to be from your fight but something about it made you feel guilty.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was soft as you bore into him.

“I know how these things work but I let my insecurities get the best of me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” you continued.

“I know puppy,” he kissed your cheek gently.

“Don’t blame yourself for what’s done. I didn’t make it any better by walking out, so we’re both wrong,” he reasoned. Pouting cutely, you laid your forehead on his. Lifting you up, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Clean up and I’ll grab you some water. Let’s go out”. He ushered you to the bathroom, a shameful wave of embarrassment washing over you. With every step, thick dollops of cum fell from your pussy. Your pussy lips burned as the cream trickled down and onto your legs.

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you quickly sit on the toilet, letting out a subdued moan. Tightening your core you pushed as much of it out as you could, the sensation reigniting the lust within you. Reaching into the shower, you turn it on in hopes to cover up the sounds you couldn’t hold back. The gushing from between your walls made your toes curl as the room filled with steam.

Pausing to hear for him, you slowly slip your fingers inside. Scrapping the cum the stuck to the sides, you press and reach deep inside. Your hands couldn’t compare to his, let alone his dick. The gentleness of your skin tickled as you cleaned way his sperm. Lost in the motions, you barely didn’t notice the cool breeze that mixed into the room. Standing with a glass in his hand, he watched as you fingered yourself.

“Don’t stop on my regard,” he teased. Sitting the glass down, he closed the door behind himself.

“It won’t come out,” your teary eyes met his. Unable to look away, your fingers continued to move on their own. A sweet moan leaving your lips was all it took for the distance between you two to close.

“Put it in my mouth,” you begged. Tongue out, your soppy eyes entranced his. Sliding the tip on your tongue, the taste of his cum excited your taste buds. Taking hold of the sides of your head, he stared down at you with an all devouring look. The steam made it hard to breathe as his cock slowly touched the back of your throat. Matching his pace, your cramping fingers hit every spot.

Sucking hard onto him, his face turned dark with devotion. Your lips hitting his pelvis with every increasing pump. The smell of you stained his skin. Gagging as the tip pushed your uvula out of the way, the Pulling open you mouth with his thumbs, he fit them between your teeth. Stretch your jaw as wide as it could go, his long strokes turned into small powerful ones. Choking as the tip danced in your esophagus, you watched in elated horror as his expressionlessness vanished in a sudden state of devilish enjoyment.

“Oh, puppy,” he moaned, “Focus. You begged for this”. Pumping into your throat, he draw your undivided attention. You hands wrapped around his wrist, stabilizing you as he fucked your mouth. Hot and stuff, you drooled as you lips grew numb. Jaw locking as he held on tighter, a suffocating pulse sent you into tears. So deep you couldn’t even taste it. The smell filled you head as your nose and throat burned.

Releasing your head, he caught you as you coughed up a storm. Dripping nose, he carried you into the shower. Holding you to his chest as your weak legs dangled uselessly, he soaped your back. Focused on you, his free arm scrubbed you body. Down and around, he made sure to get every nook and cranny. His large finger welcomed water into your walls, rinsing away what was left of him. Your fingers traced the lines of his tattoos as he cared for you.

Wanna Live Forever by ZAYN inspired this mostly and it's taken forever to finish.... I've lost a lot of my motivation to write so I didn't even try to edit this... Sorry for the ghosting [unironic]

#ghost fanart #ghost fanfiction #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley #ghost riley #[ bluberry benedryl ]

write me something in the crack genre with shuji please 🥺🫶🏼

Crack Genre? Ummm Let’s see….

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Sitting behind the small desk you constructed in your living room, you couldn’t find the power in you to break away from your work. Scribbling in your various notepads, you almost didn’t notice the bored eyes staring down at you. His long two tones hair draped his bare tattooed shoulders. The shadow he casted over you was enough to make you put a pause to your very important, no where near complete work assignment. “Hanni, this isn’t the time,” you sigh, reaching to turn your desk lamp on. Annoyingly, he turns it back off. Stepping out of the way of the single overhead light, his long strong frame somehow ended up under your own, soft feminine one.

Now acting as a seat cushion for your over priced ergonomic ikea chair, he pouted as he worked. His long fingers made their way into your cutoff sweatpant-shorts. The way the pads of his fingers teased and touched you had your hips pressed into his and your hands trembling. “Could you please be good and let me work,” you managed between frustration laced lustful breathes. If it wasn’t for you sudden promotion, you wouldn’t give a rats ass about fucking him where he sat but its was too early in the game to slacking. Feeling the waistband of your shorts pass over your hips, you stand on your own as if to protest his horny teasing.

Unfortunately, this little act of rebellion put your hips at the perfect height for his salivating mouth. Holding your hips, his hot wet tongue soaked through your thin cotton panties. “Hanni,” you held back. Pulling your panties to the side, he selfishly left his mark on your sensitive skin. The soft sucking and slurping echoed off the well decorate walls. Your weak legs trembled under the increasing wait of your resistance. Just as you were reaching back to beg him for more, a small ping sound shattered the tunnel vision like state you entered.

On your screen, a small blinking icon indicates an incoming call. Not caring about the ringing sound, Hanma continued to sap up your juices. "Han," you struggled. His name got lost in your mouth as you drooled onto your desk. Feeling his arm wrap around you, he sits your soaking wet cunt onto his petrified cock. The thick shaft stretched you open as he moaned into your burning ears. With his arms holding you down, he lowered your chair and pulled you both close to the desk.

"Baby," you whined.

"Come on now pretty girl, answer the call".

#[bluberry benadryl]#[bluberry ask box]#tokyorev shuji

Blu Bae Bae for the ask game !

How about something about South Terano hm?👁👁

South… Hummmmm

You mean Mr. Glare at everyone who touches what is his? You mean Mr. Hikes up your skirt and feels you up cause he’s jealous of the attention you’re getting? Mr. Pretends to only speak Portuguese when you’re mad at him cause he knows it turns you on?

Minami “South” Terano is fully capable and fully invested in whatever he’s doing. That included a people. The heavyweight champion adores those who adore him. His confidence is unbreakable in that sense. South, who’s known to shatter whatever or whomever gets in his way, has never lost. That is, if we aren’t counting the way he disintegrates in the presence of your wraith. Though big and strong, he’s all to well what it feels like not being able to get what he wants. He knows that he dances atop his little hill long enough, you’ll drop him like a Drake album. Despite always taking him back, it’s never short of gift showers and a very long, very rough, very intimate visit to an expensive hotel.

South cherishes his lover more than his championship titles. For he knows, a life without love is colder than the grimy streets of his youth.

#[bluberry benadryl]#[bluberry ask box]#tokyorev south

what’s Nahoya’s ultimate guilty pleasure? and I mean one that makes him question his sanity bc of how much he enjoys it.

Because Hoya is such a sentimental guy who’s rules by his emotions, his ultimate guilty pleasure would be whoever he’s chosen to give his heart too. He’s the type to really not show much interest in other beyond simple kindness but when it’s the person he loves, oh boy. He goes above and beyond for them. It’s the person to be in the worst mood and the mention of his lover makes him perk up.

If someone was harassing him to the point of no return, it would take only his lover looking into his eyes to get him to let go of his anger.

#[bluberry benadryl]#[bluberry ask box]#tokrev nahoya

**ASK GAME**

I’ve been pretty uninspired so leave me ask about any of your favorite boys and I’ll write something quick! I’ll do pretty much anyone I’m familiar way so go ape!

#[bluberry benadryl]#[bluberry ask box]

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fuck me, like you hate me

Hanma Shuji x Reader

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠️ Warnings: slight dubcon, public sex, unprotected sex (creampie), degradation (towards Hanma), aged up characters, Hanma gets a littleeee pussy drunk. [lemme know if I missed anything]

Summary: Hanma finds a new kink of his when meeting you.

An: This was supposed to be a smol drabble buuuut I got carried away ._. @satorhime this for you bby 😘

Hanma isn’t the kind of guy you should just cuss out. His hands are rated E for everyone. But when he instinctively grabbed you after you tripped and almost fell, you gave him the nastiest glare.

#[blu’s chrome tabs]#hanma x reader smut #hanma shuji #hanma drabble #hanma shuji x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tr smut #bro I just I think you unlocked something in me #let start taking notes cause I might just have to slut this man out

Tumblr is being a cum slut and fucking with my formatting. I’ll fix it later please enjoy the most recent fic 💙😭

#[ blu on main ]

[ bluberrypie ] RnB lovemaking

NAHOYA KAWATA X READER — Lovers — 1.3k words — whatever trey songs and BoysIIMen were talking bout

Both hands gripping your ass, he lifted you up with ease. The span of his hands was enough to seat you comfortably. The way he squeezed, it was almost as if he planned to open you up right there. “You got some nerve pouting at me like that,” he scolded, kissing your poked-out lip. Parting your lips with his own, Hoya’s soft plush mane of curls blocked the sloppy kiss he gave you. Carrying you into your bedroom, he wasted no time. With one kick, the door was closed and you were slung onto the bed.

The impact knocked some of the air from your lungs as you become suddenly aware of the point at which you’ve pushed him.

“In my defense,” you began. Just as you went to try to sass your way out of the inevitable, his soft culinary-trained hands stripped you bare. He marveled at your body. Sitting your hips at his, he traced every curved. Gently running his hands over your breast and down your sides, he parts your thighs with surgeon-like focus. “Hoya, baby,” you try and reason. Lacing your fingers into his, you sit up on your one elbow. “Shut up,” he ordered. Holding your hand tight, Hoya’s face disappeared under his peach mop and between your already restless legs. Unable to see, you gasp at the first warm caress of your clit.

“Na-,” you stuttered. His name got lost in the moans you tried holding back. Holding your thigh in one hand and your hand in the other, he hooked your legs onto his shoulders as he drooled into you. You knew he liked eating pussy. He’s told you how much he likes eating pussy. Still, your mind pulls a blank as you experience firsthand what his favorite hobby amounted to. Lodging his tongue into you as he sucked softly, the grazing of his teeth against your sensitive skin started to get overwhelming. “Hoy-ah,” you fumbled, falling off your elbows as your legs rose up and opened wider. Squeezing his hand, he returned his own reassuring squeeze. The simple action alone filled your walls with a warm ooze. Burying your newly free hand in his hair, your legs lock down on him. Pressing him in deeper, his alpha-numerical annunciation grew sloppier.

What were once words of adornment he spelled out, turned into animalistic slurping and gnawing. Pooling onto the sheets, the sounds of him drinking your pussy mixed with the exasperate moans you let slip free. Letting your hand slip from his, he set up. Holding your rocking hips in a close hug, he folded you like a limply-stuffed bear. Supporting yourself barely, you couldn’t tell what was more overstimulating; his tongue decimating your pussy or the way you couldn’t stop gagging on your own tongue. Either way, it didn’t stop the quivering between your thighs or the involuntary need to squeeze them shut. Toes curling, your heels pressed into his back as you're sent into a shaking mess. Stiff from your toes to your shoulders, his folds you again. This time, his hands wrapping around the backs of your knees. He gave them a good stretch and had them meet your ears as he came up for air. Eyelike an ocean untouched by man, his eyes glazed over you.

As if staring at a masterpiece painting, his sarcastic, punch-happy face melted into an adoring soft genuine smile. Breathing deeply, you regain a moment of clarity. Your grip on your silk sheets loosened as you got lost in his gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he complimented. His eyes drifted down to your sopping pink pussy. The lips he just finished sucking on were rouged and sensitive. Kissing them, he sprinkled the area with bite mark marks and hickeys. His trail of love marks continued to the front of your hips and up your torso as if to claim what was his. Face wet with your juices as he laid you under him. Kisses are gentle and somehow overstimulating. Tucking his arms into the arch of your back, he sat you up on his lap.

“Hoya,” you managed with a bite of your lip. Pulling his shirt over his head, he didn’t take too much time before returning his hands to your body. Tongue to tongue, he held you close as his finger divulged your inner folds. He was indeed a man focused on pleasing you. Never skipping the foreplay. Always making you cum first. Hoya was devoted to making you feel wanted and loved. Three knuckles deep, he didn’t flinch as you pulled his hair. In your escape up into the air, he began to suck on your nipples. His technique came through as he held you down onto his fingers. Pressing into your g spot with each slip of his hand, he emptied your juices into his smooth tattooed chest and onto his lap.

“Fu-“ you strained, struggling in his grasp as you had nowhere to go. “Fuck me harder,” you begged as his fingers slammed your pussy scoldingly. Moaning through clenched teeth, you practically knock him backward as he fucks you harder with his hand. “Cum-“ you elongated, panting with your pussy on his chest. Every muscle in your body quaked. Out of breath your mind slowly starts to slip, unable to track his movements or time. Patting the surrounding area for some indicator of reality, you feel something hot and thick press into your entrance.

“Hoy-,” you gasp as he guides your hips down into it.

“Too big,” you groan as it splinters a pain so specific you could figure out how to describe it. His hot throbbing cock dug its way deeper into your inner sanctum. “Gah-“.

“Breath, baby girl,” he coached. Hands holding onto your hips he lowered you further down on him.

“Fuck,” Your voice cracked. Nails dug into his wrist, and a mixture of gasps and moans echoed over the slow strokes you took. His hold on you remained gentle despite clawing the living hell out of his wrist. Rocking your hips, he assisted you as you rode him to high heaven. Heaving moans fluctuated with brain-numbing hiccups. Bouncing you up and down as he got you off, his low muffled moans were a baseline to your high-pitched melody.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Me,” followed a hiccup as you tried fighting the muscle-cramping sensation deep inside you. “Har-der”. Your begging went on as he thrust deeper into you. Tongue dripping into your chest, your head fell back. You sounded like a loud client at a massage parlor with how he slammed into you. Just as you felt it pouring out, his gentle touch turned rough. With his chest pressed into yours, your legs are spread wide with fear-inducing speed. Unable to move your head, you struggle as he locked you into place, his cock hitting deeper than before.

“Close your mouth, baby girl,” he warned. Drooling you could quite put his warning to action as he slammed into your pussy. Squirming as something started to flow out of you, your screams of pleasure couldn’t compare to the uncontrollable gushing of your body. Shaking as he continued to pump into you, your sense bled into one another. You stopped being able to tell if you were smelling his scent or tasting your own sweat. The heat of his body on yours didn’t help as a new source of warmth boiled into you. “Hot,” you managed. You could feel his pulsating shaft as he pressed his sperm deeper into you.

“I’m hot,” you giggled as your legs fell from the sides of your head. Trembling in his arms, you couldn’t help but reach down between your legs. With his cock still inside you squeezed your legs shut in a giggly mess. “It’s hot inside,” your lethargic voice was met with a sweet kiss. Snuggling you close, he gently lifted you off his cock without taking you off his lap. “You made a mess”. His comment had you patting the burning sore entrance of your cunt, dipping your fingers into the oozing cream he left behind in you.

“Oopsie”.

Gift for my fantabulous friend @noriken !! Get your back broken and stay sassy my love 💙

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I talk big and I swing bad but lord knows the fight or flight I have to battle in the process 😭

#[ blu on main ]#I legit have an anxiety attack talking to my friends #what a loser 😭

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BAJI KEISUKE X READER — Off and On Fuck Buddy — 2.2k words — cunnilingus; creampie; breeding; morning sex

Jamming in the living room, I made sure not to spill any wine. With the curtains open and the sun shining through, I couldn’t help but celebrate. Earlier in the week, I finished a challenging project for an even more demanding client. This morning, I received an email of praise from that client’s team. I am truly too good at my job. Shaking ass and day drinking, I danced my way to the ringing door. Whipping it open, I locked eyes with Baji. He smiled as I continued to dance in the doorway.

Close to six years of friendship, and he's always tolerated my weird. Not letting him pass, I body roll side to side to the RnB jams blasting from my tv. "What are you doing?" He snickered, leaning on the door frame. Poking out my lips, I did a jump spin just to body roll some more. "Seducing you," I smile. MJ Spinning with a lip bite, I teeter into him almost spilling my wine.

Scooping me up, he kicked the door closed and carried me into my condo. “So what’s got you dancing so early?” He asked, sitting us down on the couch. Emptying my glass, I bounced happily. He took my glass and set it aside. The sleep in his eyes pulled a pout to my lips as I caressed the soft spots under his eyes.

“Remember that jackass of a client I was complaining about?”

“Yea, you wouldn’t shut up about’em unless I agree to stay the night”.

“Well,” I say before reaching my body across to the other side of the couch. His warm hands played with my ass as I blindly grabbed my phone. Tugging it off the charger, I feel his hands slip under my shirt and around my hips. He kneaded the soft crease of my hips as I sat back up. Opening my phone, I quickly tried to find the email. Between impromptu taking the day off and clients with zero understanding of boundaries, it took a few minutes of him toying with the hem of my shirt for me to find it.

I turned my phone so he could read. His amber eyes moved crossed the screen slowly. His groggy grin sank into a sleepless scowl before ultimately going away. "Ignore the weird pervy parts, and it seems like he was genuinely happy, right?" I ask happily.

Baji gave my legs an agreeing squeeze before yawning. From where I sat, I could see his sharp incisors. I can't quite remember the first time I zoned in on him like this, but I do remember the feeling of his teeth on my lips and in my skin. Looking up from my pitch-black phone, I met his amber glare.

"For someone sitting on my lap, you're mighty focused on your phone," He taunted. Like a child, he often threw little tantrums when he didn't feel like he was getting enough attention.

"Oh boohoo, you didn't even congratulate me on completing that stupid order. I was stressed for literal weeks," I whined back.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about,” he said sleepily, nudging my phone out of the way. Burying his face into my chest, he pulled in closer. His hands did as they pleased, as they always have, and like a stim toy, his fingers ventured under the straps of my panties.

“I know, but it’s not like I can suddenly become someone new,” I manage, swallowing the sounds creeping up my throat. Without looking down, I could feel his glare at my chest. Usually, I’m already half dressed when he decides to show up at my door, but on days like this, where I’m not going to work, I just lounge in an oversized t-shirt. In his words, "Restricting his access to a basic necessity".

Pulling it up, he ducks into my shirt before I can take it off. Warm hungry teeth tease my skin as his grip tightens. “Kei could you please slow down,” I ask breathlessly. It wasn’t much use as my body betrays me. My thighs tighten as the pressure between us rises. Wrapped in one arm, his other hand descended into me. Thick, long, skilled fingers mapped their way to my most sensitive places. Small batches of short lived pain forced my back into an arched as he left bite marks on my breast. Pressing harder and deeper, he breathing was calm and focused. Every deep breathe of us pulling a skin chilling moan from my lips.

Churning my hips, I [find a word later] on him with the greed of a newly flowered virgin. “Pleas,” I gawked, curling my hips into his hand. His thumb played with my clit as I pleasured myself using him. “Kh-,” my voice left me as he held me down. Sinking his teeth into my skin, something release opened from deep inside me. Feeling my hips tingle and cramp, I let out a sudden almost alarming moan.

As sexually aggressive as he is, his touch felt more hungry than usual. He took his hand out of me, leaving a feeling of something missing. I couldn’t fight the whine that escape through my teeth. Grinding and kissing like a touch starved addict, I clawed at his hoodie. Baji's hands sat on my hips as if for the last 45 minutes he wasn’t just playing cave explorer with my insides. His smile grew while watching me, his touch becoming more and more gentle as I impatiently whined.

“Kei,” I pouted, “What’s your deal? Don’t get me wound up for nothing”. Pushing some distance between us, he sat back. Sinking into the velvet of my couch. “Fine,” I huffed. Getting up, I fixed my shirt and grabbed my phone. Walking towards my room, I ignored his calls for me. Plopping down on my soft silk comforter, I scroll through my notifications. Groupies, clients, vendors, no one special stuck out. Starting a quick reply to a company team member, I hear the only other person here open my room door.

His fitted black tee was tucked into his pants, every curve of every muscle shining through like it wasn’t even there. “Back on your phone? Am i not enough anymore?” He teased. Laying on top of me, his warm lips sprinkled my neck in kisses.

“Move so i can go pee,” I groan rolling him off. Leaving my phone behind, I quickly scurry down the hall to my bathroom and then back into my room. Taking in the view, I sit on the edge of the bed. His long black hair draped his shoulders as he laid before me. The midday sun highlighted every feature of his face, even catching the gold in his eyes. “What’chu staring at me for?” He yawned. Crawling towards him, I lay so I could look up at his gorgeous face. The same face that held my hand during finals and kissed me every New Year’s Eve. “Keep looking at me like that and imma make you a mom,” he grinned. Leaning over, he covered my face with his own. With one arm on either side of me, he lowered his body onto mine.

“You talk big game for someone in a contract engagement,” I stuck my tongue out playfully.

“Do you have to mention that every time?” He asked between kisses.

“Of course I do. We’d both forget otherwise,” I replied sorrowfully.

It’s not like it’s new information between us. Kei is the chosen son. The trophy of my his family and by default, he is to have a trophy for a wife. Because if his families influence and understanding that this isn’t his choice, as long as we keep what we do to ourselves, they couldn’t care less about our arrangement. In their eyes, were just two friends mutually benefitting from a relationship built on social necessity.

They aren’t totally wrong. We are just friends. Friends who sleep together. Friends who eat together. Not friends who ask about relationships or go on dates. We don’t talk about serious matters or discuss our feelings. We are what our bodies make us to be.

Sitting up, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His hands working mine off as he came down on me. Trailing his teeth between my thighs and his hands down my hips, his gaze never left mine. “For someone so beautiful, you’re mean as hell,” nibbled, pulling my pantie off. He kissed my lower lips before i could speak. His tongue caressed my walls, his lips pulling in my clit. Taking a hand full of his hair, I hold on for what’s left of life. My legs closed around his ears as he drank me like his morning coffee. Slow and meticulous, he spelled his name with his tongue.

Baji’s nails dug into my skin as he pulled me deeper into his grip. Practically holding me upside down, he loops hand around my neck and lifted me up. His tongue went deeper as he flipped us over and sat me on his face. “Kei,” my hips curled. Locking his fingers into mine, he held me up as my legs trembled. “Keh,” I squirmed. A knot built up in my hips, it raged as he sucked and ate my out. “Kei,” I took a deep breathe, holding back my need for a release, “Tuh”. My voice gave out on me as I pled for him to stop. Pulling his hands away from my legs and guided them up my body. Warm and large, he squeezed and pressed my breast like he’d seen a pair for the first time. Moving me, he buried his face into them again.

Like this, in the moments in between when we’re holding each other, it almost feels like nothing matters. Tucking his hair behind his ear, I run my hands through it gently. He held me up like a child, with me sitting on one forearm as the other did it’s thing. Sitting down onto him lap, the brick pressing into me grew harder. “Why do you do that?” I ask cupping his face with my hands.

“Um? What?” He asked, kneading my hips with his thumbs. He stretched me open as I sat, his bulge going deeper inside.

“You get upset about something and rathe tell me, you eat me like I’ll run away,” I explain, kissing his eyes softly. Sitting up on my knees, I wait for his answer. At the same time, I pull his cock from its confines, the tip positioned at my entrance.

“One day you will,” he manages. His low voice trembled as I lowered myself onto him. Gasping as he pressed me down further, my mouth fell open. My body screamed from the sensation of his cock filling it up. “One day,” he growled, “You’ll find someone who can show you off. Someone to come home to every night”. Holding thighs like reigns, he lifted me and slammed down. The oil slick movement had the pressure of a brand new set of pistons. I choked trying to breathe as he hammered into me. Sinking my nails into his back, he lifted my legs up to better accommodate his workload. The apartment filled with my moans and slushing of my insides.

“Kuh,” I cried breathlessly. “Yes, princess,” he growled into my neck. I couldn’t speak as he drilled into me faster. Deeper he plowed, only slowing to hear to whine and kiss my burning eyes. “What is it, hm? Speak up,” he cooed, putting me on my back. With him still inside I tried to roll over but got caught half way through. Thrusting slowly, he kissed my ankle and calf. “You wouldn’t believe how beautiful you are when you’re under me,” he grinned pulling me into him, he met my hips with his own. Carving his mark on my body, Baji didn’t stop until he was ready to blow.

“Out,” I cried, gasping for air at slammed into me from behind. Like an animal, he held onto me with his teeth dug deep into the side of my neck. My legs trembled and barely held me up as he relentlessly hit the same spot. “Kei, I’m gonna,” I bite my lips as words turned to slurs. “Fuck,” I cried, “Deeper”. Lifting me up, he pinned my back to him with my legs in the air. Hurrying his cock deeper, he moaned in my ear as he emptied inside me. Gooey, warm cum oozed inside me as he lifted me slowly. Lowering me back down, I broke my neck kissing him. The toe curling sensation of his body in mine continue.

It was dark by the time we unglued ourselves from one another. Sitting in the bath, he dozed off behind me. The steam clouded my phone as I scrolled mindlessly. Tilting my head back, his flushed features and clipped-up hair painted the picture of dreams. I got lost looking at him, the light of my phone wasn’t even enough to draw my attention away. I almost didn’t notice him staring back down at me. His eyes were low almost as if he was upset again. Moving to touch his face, he grabbed my hand with his own.

“Are you leaving again?”

This is a little older but I've been thinking about Baji recently and wanted to share <3

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