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contains: overworked! nanami, no nonsense! reader, fem/afab! reader, forced proximity, wee bit of angst, mostly fluff, no smut <3

word count: 2.6k+

minors do not interact, 18+

reposted from my main @mast3rbait3r

if someone would have told you a couple years ago that this is how you'd run into your ex-boyfriend, you would have just told them to fuck off and leave you alone. but now that you're here, stepping into the office building that looked all too familiar. you feel your stomach drop when you see the familiar blonde hair peeking over the cubicles. surely he had no idea that you were here, otherwise they would've never invited you. you hear someone calling your name, so you look over and see your new partner for this project.

"glad you could make it!"

they smile at you, and you offer a polite nod and greeting as well. you weren't really sure how the hell you got roped into completing a project with someone from a completely different company, but you were offered a generous bonus, so you accepted. you ducked your head as much as you could without wanting to seem awkward. you follow them to the conference room that, much to your dismay, was covered with nothing but windows. you let out an inaudible sign and take a seat across from your new partner.

you two get to work, finding a rhythm rather easily. this meant good things for you because now the day could go by faster. the days went by faster, the less time you had to spend in that office, and then you'd never have to see him again. at least, that's what you were hoping would happen. but, as always, things did not seem to work out in your favor. you walk into the elevator, ready for your lunch break. the elevator was pretty crowded, as to be expected. you were thankfully tucked away in a back corner, minding your own business like everyone else.

that's when you saw him, that same devastatingly handsome face with just a little less life in it than what you were used to seeing. he didn't notice you, since you were pretty well blocked by everyone else. you were grateful for it, as you watched him the entire time. he stood just like everyone else, not moving his head to look around at all. then, everyone files out in an orderly fashion, all heading to their respective cars. you walk to yours as well, but pause when you see a familiar vehicle parked only a couple spots from yours.

you thought you'd have enough time to duck behind a car, but it was too late. nanami turns in your direction, unassuming, as he's about to get into his car. you can see the instant he freezes in recognition and you feel like disappearing through the pavement right there. when your eyes meet, all the memories come flooding back.

the way you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come home. he was three hours late getting home, something that had become the new normal. your heart was racing while your stomach was sinking simultaneously. the apartment was eerily quiet, suddenly feeling cold and devoid of life. when he entered through the front door, he already knew what was coming. he spots you on the couch, muttering a quiet 'hello' before walking toward his office. you follow him, not wanting to put this off any longer.

"we need to talk, kento."

you speak calmly, almost too calmly. he sets down his bag, turning around to face you.

"can it wait? i have more work to do-"

"no, it can't wait. not anymore..."

he falters at your sudden harsh tone, eyes landing on the floor as he braces for impact.

"you're neglecting me. you come home late, and when you do get home, you always come right back here."

he lets out a heavy sigh at your words, running a hand over his face.

"i told you that work's been busy. i can't help if you take that personally, sweetheart."

"i'm not your fucking sweetheart."

you snap at him, having reached your limit of bullshit. you let out a deep sigh, knowing he didn't deserve to see you losing your cool.

"i've tried to talk to you about this several times, but all you do is brush me off. i'm tired of waiting around for you. i'm tired of whatever this has even become between us."

"you mean our relationship?"

he scoffs, already having enough of this interaction.

"oh- is that what you want to call it now? because if it were a relationship, you'd at least act like you give a shit."

that statement hit right where it needed to within nanami. gone was the unbothered, nonchalant side of him that he'd been showing lately, now he was upset too.

"don't you think you're taking this a bit far?"

his tone is more frustrated now, taking a step closer to you.

"no, i don't, actually. i think you're lucky enough that i let it go on this long before i said anything."

he was growing more and more exhausted by the second. he takes off his glasses, leaving them on his desk. he can't even be bothered to look up at you when his next words come out.

"i guess you should stop letting it go on, then."

you felt your breath hitch at his cold words, unsure of what possessed him to become such a dick. you nod slowly, your lips pressing into a thin line as you retreat back towards the doorway of his office.

"so that's all you have to say to me?"

you raise an eyebrow, schooling your expression to mask the hurt you were feeling throughout every inch of your body.

"what else do you want me to say?"

he sighs heavily, loosening the tie around his neck. you scoff at him, turning around and walking out towards his bedroom to get your clothes and whatever else had accumulated in his apartment over the course of your relationship. he watches you leave, not bothering to stop you. he knew he'd fucked up too badly to fix anything in that moment, you needed to get away and put some space between the two of you.

so, he stayed in his office, going back to work as he heard the occasional footsteps throughout his apartment. once he heard the front door shut, not even slam, the guilt hit him like a freight train. he wasn't even sure how things took a turn so badly, but what he did know was that he was going to regret not being there for you likely for the rest of his life.

you turn the other cheek, bravely walking past and heading toward your own car. you feel his eyes on you the entire time, even as you drive away to find a secluded spot to eat your lunch. meanwhile, nanami sits still as a statue in his driver's seat. he wasn't sure if he just hallucinated that short encounter just now. was that really you? you still had that same effect on him that you always did, rendering him speechless at just the sight of you. you looked... horrified... when you saw him, the memory now making his skin crawl. but why, how, what were you doing here? then, it finally clicks.

he'd heard talk around the office of someone coming from another company to work on a project. he knew it was the same company you worked at, but he never thought it would be you that would end up being the alleged partner. he finds himself short of breath, hands gripping the steering wheel despite his car not even being started. he took one final deep breath before starting his car and heading toward wherever he wanted to go for lunch. he knew that he wouldn't be able to focus the rest of the day, much less the rest of however long you'd be visiting his company's office. for perhaps the first time in his career, nanami was concerned about how his work ethic would suffer.

once he returns to the office, he sees that your previous parking space was still empty. surely you were still around, right? you didn't just abandon your project because of him? he shook his head, slinging his bag over his shoulder, glancing down at the little brown bear keychain you'd gotten for him. it matched a pink one that you carried around on your purse. it looked back at him, almost mockingly. he couldn't bring himself to take it off, not when you were the only good memory for him to hold onto anymore. not that he needed to know, but you still kept yours on your purse. the coast was clear as he headed back up the few floors on the elevator.

it wasn't until he was rounding the corner of his cubicle that he felt someone run straight into his chest. his arms shoot out to catch the shoulders of whoever it was that just ran into him. he blinks, catching his breath and then looks down. he sees you before him, wide-eyed and flustered, clearly already having recognized him.

"are you alright?"

the question comes out softer than he meant for it to, but he couldn't help it with you. it was like a gut instinct to be gentle with you. he feels his chest constrict when all you do is give him a short nod before walking around him and back toward the conference room. he turns, watching you walk away. he lets out a deep sigh, walking back to his desk and taking a seat. you make your way into the conference room, pretending not to be shaken by your run-in with nanami. if your partner noticed anything off, they didn't mention it. you survive the rest of the day, heading for the elevator.

you make it on just in time, one of the very last people to fit. the doors were about to close when a long arm manages to hold them open. much to your dismay, your ex-boyfriend is forced to step in and stand right next to you. you both did your best to keep your bodies away from each other, but there was only so much room to give. you feel like you're suffocating at this point, despite the elevator ride being a maximum of 30 seconds long. when the doors open, you make a run for it (not literally). you walk as fast as you can without tripping, toward your car. you walk to where your car... was supposed to be?

"what the fuck?"

you mutter under your breath, looking around everywhere for it. that's when you notice the bright white sign behind where your car used to be parked. do not park maintenance vehicles only. okay, so your day probably could not have gotten any worse. it what you would say if you weren't hearing your name being called out by an all-too-familiar voice. you roll your eyes, feeling the embarrassment through every inch of your body. you can feel the tears stinging your eyes, refusing to face nanami as you hear his footsteps approach.

"happens a lot, management will do anything to rip off employees."

he spoke calmly, standing by your side but not drawing any attention to the obvious tears flowing down your face.

"that's- really fucked up."

you sniffle, wiping at your eyes. you look over, but not in his eyes. you notice his bag hanging between the two of you, gaze landing on the little bear keychain that you'd gotten for him. the tears begin to flow harder, so you turn away from him, trying your best to focus on your breathing. you feel a hand on your shoulder, and if you were any stronger in this moment, you would have pushed him away.

"can i take you home while you call the towing company?"

he asks, hand sliding down your arm against his better judgement. you nod slowly, following him to his car.

"way to show my ex what he's missing, right?"

even he can't supress the bubble of laughter that escapes his throat. you always knew how to ease the tension in situations like these, even if you were a bit odd about it.

"he's an idiot for losing you."

you pause, noting the lack of playfulness in his tone.

"are we really doing this right now?"

you raise an eyebrow at him, turning to face him so he stops walking. he just shakes his head, a small smile appearing on his face before he continues on. you reluctantly follow him, suddenly wishing you'd gotten towed with your car. so, he drives you home and doesn't even ask for directions because of course he remembers where your place is. he purposely took a route to work every day that drove him right past it. he'd never been inside, but maybe things would be different soon. what the hell was he thinking right now? he was sure you wouldn't take him back in a million years after the way he treated you. so when he parks in your driveway, he can only spare you a short glance.

he sees you reach for your purse, and that's when he notices it. the small pink bear on your purse that matched the brown bear on his bag. you really had kept it all this time. the thought made his chest constrict in that familiar way it always did with you. he decides to take that as the sign it was, reaching for your hand.

"forgive me if this is too much, but i want you to know that there hasn't been a single day since we parted ways that i haven't thought about you. that i haven't regretted every last second of the way i acted both before and after that last argument. i let my work consume me, and you suffered all the consequences. i'm sorry that i was never brave enough to admit it before, but i am now. you didn't deserve any of it."

you look at him, unable to fully comprehend many of the words he said because you were distracted by the fact that he looked so emotional and vulnerable when he spoke. you let out a soft sigh, intertwining your fingers with his.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd think you had my car towed on purpose to get me to listen to you."

you smirk at him, rubbing your thumb over the skin of his hand. he shakes his head furiously.

"no, i promise you i had nothing to do with-"

"relax, kento... i'm just giving you shit."

you chuckle at him, leaning in to loosen the tie around his neck.

"wanna come in and see my new place?"

he doesn't need to be asked twice, already shutting off the car and making his way inside with you. once he's inside, he takes a look around at your home. it was just like you, full of life and colorful in all the ways that mattered. he found himself already getting whisked away into a daydream, making a life in this house with you. watching you continue to bloom into the beautiful woman that you were, achieving all your dreams and coming home to tell him about it every night. he spots you, looking out the kitchen window, and the scene takes his breath away.

he walks over to you, bravely wrapping his arms around your middle from behind. he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding you close to him. when you don't pull away or even bat an eye, he turns you just enough to plant a soft kiss on your lips. you return the kiss, turning around fully to wrap your arms around his neck. he gets lost in your mouth, tongues tangling, fitting perfectly with each other. when you pull away, his eyes are already half-lidded with want. you cup his face in your hands, letting out a deep sigh.

"you know this isn't all it will take, don't you?"

he nods immediately, leaning into your touch.

"i know that, sweetheart. but, if you'll have me, i'll do everything it takes and more to earn your love again."

a/n: sorry if this was kinda booty, was not feeling super inspired but i wanted to try it out anyway. i love me some loverboy nanami tho >:3

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alex's masterlist :3

multi-character:

❥ jjk characters react to you trying to leave right after you finish (fluff/suggestive)

choso kamo:

❥ lucky guy (smut)

nanami kento:

❥ nanami finds you in your lace stockings (smut)

toji fushiguro:

❥ proper compensation (smut)

gojo satoru:

❥ pool guy! gojo satoru (smut)

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contains: doting boyfriend! nanami, shy/insecure! reader, fem! reader, reader has insecurities about her body, oral sex, thigh fucking, no penetration :(, nanami can't stop touching you, lots and lots of praise

quick note: this is for the lovely @/yoonsucks interlaced event! thank you so much for allowing me to join in!! <3 (repost from my main @mast3rbait3r)

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as kento rolls into the driveway, he kills the engine of his car. he lets out a deep breath, feeling strange for being home when the sun was still fully in the sky. a luxury he hadn't experienced in at least a couple months. he grabs his briefcase from the passenger seat before exiting his vehicle. he hears the familiar beep of his car locking as he fishes out his key for the front door. he knew you were home, but he also knew you were smart enough than to leave your front door unlocked until he got home.

he unlocks the front door, met with silence. this wasn't unusual, especially since he was aware that you probably weren't expecting him for another 2-3 hours, at least. he sets his briefcase down by the door, kicking off his shoes.

"honey, are you down here?"

he calls out but hears nothing in response. he walks into the kitchen, glancing out the back window to see if you were in the backyard. when he doesn't find you, he makes his way up the stairs toward your shared bedroom. his footsteps are muffled by the soft carpet of the hallway, leaving you unassuming as you continue whatever you're doing in the bedroom. the door is wide open, but he doesn't see you right away.

then, he finally saw you. standing in front of your full-length mirror in the closet. he could've sworn his jaw was hanging on the floor as he took you in. there you were, standing in nothing but one of his t-shirts, a plain cotton pair of panties, but most notably of all... black lace thigh-high stockings. instantly, there was an ache between his legs. he shamelessly gawked at the way the soft fabric hugged your plush thighs just right.

he watched as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a small frown on your gorgeous face. he stood there for a little while, watching you overanalyze every little detail from the way your thighs touched at the apex, to the way they fit around your feet. he could see that you were having an internal conflict, like you usually would when you bought anything new to wear.

"i'm home, pretty girl."

his deep voice causes you to shriek and almost tumble backwards into your clothes that hung in the closet. you quickly scramble for something to cover yourself with, but it's too late. nanami has already closed the distance between you, catching your wrists before you can try to hide yourself from him.

"what have you got going on in here, hm?"

his smirk is smug, that same expression he usually got when you had him so turned on he could hardly think straight. he watched as your face turned bright red, as if being caught doing something unspeakable. he gently lifts your chin, preventing you from deflecting his gaze.

"you didn't tell me you were coming home early."

you try to protest weakly, but his burning gaze eliminates your resolve instantly. he's already leading you toward the bed, sitting you down on the edge. he gently spreads your legs apart with his hands on your knees, before sinking down beween them. he's shamelessly running his hands all over your legs. he knew how you usually felt as though your thighs were thick in all the wrong places, but fuck if he couldn't disagree more, especially in this moment.

"my sweet girl, you have no idea how perfect you look right now."

his words cause your body to erupt in chills, especially as he starts to nuzzle his nose against your soft inner thigh. his fingers are delicately tracing the thick lace trim of your stockings, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. if only you knew just how much self-restraint he was using in this moment. it was taking every fiber of his being to not split you in half on his cock right then and there.

"i was going to wear them next weekend..."

your shy admission almost makes nanami lose his cool. the thought of you pushing yourself out of your comfort zone to please him, it was possibly the hottest thing you could have done. he lifts his gaze to meet yours, a soft smile appearing on his lips.

"sorry for ruining your sexy surprise, then."

his deep chuckle practically had your panties flooding. the way he couldn't decide whether to look into your eyes, or drool over your thighs. he eventually succumbs to the latter, his hands rubbing all over your lace-covered legs. he's trailing soft kisses from your ankles all the way up to where the trim stops on your upper thighs.

"fuck... you are driving me insane, baby. can i have you, please?"

how could you resist that sultry voice and that seductive look in his eyes. you nodded slowly, still feeling shy at his praise even after all of the years you two had been together. he doesn't waste a second, standing to his full height before sitting next to you on the bed. one of his hands is already back on your lace-covered thigh before he uses his free hand to unzip his pants. he frees his hard and aching cock from his boxers.

"sit on my lap, sweetheart. i need to feel those gorgeous thighs."

before you can even respond, he's yanking you onto his lap. he slots his cock right between your soft thighs, his red and angry tip poking out from between them. he lets out a low moan right in your ear, the feeling of the lace mixed with your plush skin already enough to make him blow his load right then and there. you could feel his throbbing length just barely graze your clothed pussy.

"kento... what are you-"

you can hardly finish your sentence before he starts thrusting his hips up, causing his cock to slide in and out between your thighs. he instantly creates a slick spot, moaning shamelessly as he fucks your thighs. your head falls back on his shoulder, the light grazing of your clit and the sounds in your ear already undoing you. you whimper softly as his grip on your hips becomes tighter.

you look down at the lewd scene in front of you, his precum smearing all over the fresh lace and your skin. he was making a mess of you, and you weren't going to do anything to stop him.

"fuck -hah- your thighs, baby. you feel fucking incredible."

he's panting in your ear, already close to coming all over your brand new stockings. he felt a bit bad about ruining them already, but he also couldn't care too much because he felt the way you were getting so wet through your panties for him. he turns your face toward him, kissing you sloppily. his tongue invades your mouth, desperately tangling with yours as he grunts with effort.

"squeeze them together for me, pretty girl."

he pants into your mouth, and you obey. you clench your thighs together, feeling the way his hips stutter momentarily. his cock is unbelievably hard between them, the slick now smeared all over. he leans back onto his hands, earning a greater range of motion in his hips. the pressure of his thrusts add to the building pressure in your lower belly, your entire pussy soaked and aching with need.

"s-shit, baby- you want my load all over these pretty thighs?"

you let out a soft moan at his lewd words, hands desperately holding onto his as they grip your hips tighter with each thrust. you nod eagerly, hardly capable of uttering a coherent sentence. he takes your nod to heart and starts to speed up. you're sure he's about to thrust you off of his lap entirely with how hard he was going right now. with one final rough thrust, hot ropes of white shoot out landing all over your thighs and stockings.

nanami's ragged breathing rings in your ears as he finally comes down from his high. he trails kisses down your cheek, to your jawline, then to your neck. he runs his hands over the outside of your thighs one last time before helping you stand up. as you try to walk off toward the bathroom, he catches your arm and yanks you right back onto the bed.

"i'm not letting you leave this room until you're coming all over my face, sweet girl."

if he said one more dirty thing, you were likely to pass out. he's already looming over you again, spreading your thighs and dropping down to his knees just like before. this time, he's trailing his tongue along your inner thighs, cleaning up the mess he made. the sight of him tasting himself off the lace and your skin made your face turn a brand new shade of red. one thing about nanami, he was really good at keeping his cool. but once he lost it, stopped caring about appearances, he really did not hold back.

"taste so fucking good off of you, you know?"

he's mumbling against your skin, as he pushes your thighs apart even more. he notices the damp spot in your panties, smirking to himself. he runs his hands along your lace-covered legs for a final time before he slides them all the way up to the waistband. he hooks his fingers under and slides them tantalizingly down your legs. he doesn't miss the strand of slick that sticks to them, causing his mouth to water.

even though he'd just came a minute before, his cock was already twitching and leaking again. he tosses your panties to the side, watching the way your needy pussy glistened for him. he slides his hand under your ass, scooting your hips forward so he could see you better. his fingers dig into the soft skin, not loosening in the slightest even as his hungry mouth latches onto you.

your head is immediately falling back with loud whines as he greedily laps at your cunt. he's moaning and groaning against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. the sounds his mouth was making while sucking on your swollen clit, followed by probing your hole with his tongue was enough to make your brain feel fuzzy. he continues to tongue fuck you enthusiastically, mumbling praises against you.

"taste so good, sweetheart. wish i could keep you on my tongue all night long."

"look at you, so fucking beautiful, baby."

he can see the way you squirm, giving away how close you were. your thighs twitching and involuntarily clenching around his head. he's incredibly drunk off of your pussy at this point, sloppily lapping at your wetness and flattening his tongue against your clit.

"come on my face, sweet girl. i know you can do it."

the moment the praise leaves his lips, you're falling apart. you come with a strangled moan, hand tangled in his soft, blonde hair as you manage to pull him against you while you ride out your high. he accomodates willingly, stroking his cock with his free hand just to blow another load all over the floor in front of the bed. once he's had his fill, he moves up your body, collapsing next to you on the bed.

he pulls you in for a softer, but still desperate kiss. you can taste yourself on his tongue, the feeling almost euphoric as he holds you tightly against him. he smooths a hand over your hair, kissing your forehead as he rubbed your back in soothing circles.

"please, sweetheart... let me ruin every anniversary surprise you have for me from now on."

a/n: i'm blushing so fucking hard rn guys... i really really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND STAY SEXAAAYYYY!! <3

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hi babies!!!

just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love on my work recently! <3

i've got two more fics from my main to post and then it'll be new stuff from then on YIPPEE :D

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pool guy! gojo satoru who knows that it's inappropriate for him to be ogling your gorgeous, young body while he does his job. but he just can't help himself when you present yourself to him so willingly. what should he do now that he knows you're house-sitting for your parents and you're the only one home?

contains: pervy! gojo, teasing! reader, implied age gap, modern! au for all intents and purposes, all porn no plot, outdoor sex, fingering, prone bone on a beach chair

word count: 1.7k+

repost from my main @mast3rbait3r

it was a warm, sunny day. perfect for you to go outside and catch some rays, or just enjoy the fresh air from under your umbrella. you were currently watching over your parent's house while they went on an impulsive vacation overseas. you didn't mind, their house was huge and had virtually everything you could ever want to not get bored. you throw on your pretty little bikini, grab a towel and sunglasses, then make your way down to the huge inground pool waiting for you in the backyard. you open the umbrella before applying your sunscreen and laying out your towel over the chair.

once you got comfortable in your chair, you pull out the current book you've been reading. removing the bookmark, you immerse yourself in the plot and take a deep breath. this was the exact kind of break from your busy life that you needed. all was well until the sound of the iron gate to the backyard creaks open, causing you to practically jump out of your skin. your head snaps in the direction of the noise, heart rate spiking. you instantly relax when you see it's just the pool guy, gojo or something like that.

"sorry, they didn't tell me you were coming today." you call out politely, he waves his hand dismissively.

"no worries, sweetheart. i won't be long. don't have to leave on my account." he wears a hint of a smirk that made your stomach flutter.

wait, what? he was the pool guy for fuck's sake, definitely not someone that your body should be reacting to. although... he was pretty attractive, with those chiseled arms and rounded pecs. you mentally slap yourself and immediately go back to your book. you hear him chuckle as you feel your cheeks heat. you refuse to look at him while he gets set up, pretending to be focused on your book. gojo gets to work, cleaning out the skimmer and then getting to work on sweeping the bottom of the pool. it didn't take long for him to start working up a sweat, the top of his shirt now clinging to his damp chest.

you make use of your sunglasses, ogling him while your face is angled toward your book. this allowed you to notice the way he kept glancing up at you every couple minutes, eyes roaming shamelessly over your gorgeous body. he knew you were probably a decent bit younger than him when he learned he was closer to your parents' ages than yours. that only made you even more appealing to the sick and perverted man he was. that being said, he'd never make any moves on you unless he knew you wanted it, but he also wasn't going to let such a perfect view go to waste either.

he watches as you rise from your chair, approaching the back door of the house to head inside. you pause, glancing at him over your sunglasses with a polite smile.

"can i get you a water or something? it's pretty... warm out here." you glance down at his sweaty neck and chest before back up at his eyes.

he smirks at the way you ogle him, a bit entertained by your sudden boldness despite your earlier shyness. he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, noting the way your gaze follows its every move. he finally acknowledges your question, nodding his head.

"yeah, that would be nice. thanks, sweetheart." he hums as he goes back to working on the pool.

what was his fascination with calling you that? more importantly, why did you not want it to stop? you head inside, grabbing two water bottles and allowing yourself to catch your breath. you were getting worked up, which was highly unusual when it came to strangers. but something about man, the way he seemed to loom over you in height. his presence is what left you unsettled, thought not necessarily in a bad way. you snap yourself out of it, walking back outside and handing him one of the water bottles. he takes it from you, unscrewing the cap and taking a generous swig.

you should've walked away, but you were rooted in place. you watched as the plastic bottle touched his lips, while some of the condensation dripped onto his neck. your throat felt dry, so you walk away and take a drink from your own bottle. as you sit on the edge of your chair, a devious (lol) thought pops into your head. you glance over at him, only to find his eyes already on you. you smirk, motioning him over with your hand. it should have been embarrassing for him, how quickly he dropped that pole and walked over to you.

"mind helping me reapply?" you smirk at him, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to him.

"not at all..." he returns your smirk, taking the bottle into his hands.

he squirts a generous amount into his hands, warming it before smearing it onto the soft skin of your shoulders. you hum softly, relishing in the way his calloused hands were so gentle with you.

"you're really good at that..." you smile over your shoulder at him.

you can feel his touch falter for a moment, but then he resumes like normal until the sunscreen is thoroughly rubbed into your skin.

"might wanna lay on your tummy so i can help with the rest." he spoke quietly as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

you nod slowly, flipping onto your tummy and laying flat against the beach chair. his breath hitches, eyes traveling along the smooth expanse of your skin. he felt his cock go stiff in his shorts at the sight of your round ass peaking out of your bottoms.

"fuck me..." he mutters under his breath, his hands starting to knead at the flesh of your ass.

you gasp at the feeling, eyes going wide as you turn to look at him.

"you forgot the sunscr-"

"i didn't forget shit, angel. i know you don't want my help with anything but making sure you feel good." he cuts you off, pulling at the waistband of your bottoms and letting it snap back against your skin.

you let out a quiet huff, the attitude rising to the surface.

"then what are you waiting for?" your question was a bit too sassy for his liking and he was tempted to make you beg.

but his cock was too fucking hard, already leaking precum through the thin fabric of his boxers. he reaches over, sliding his hand between your thighs and rubbing at your clothed pussy. you squirm beneath his touch, your thighs clenching around his hand. he leans over, pressing soft kisses to the supple skin of your ass. you whine when you his breath ghosting over your sensitive parts. he smirks, pulling the fabric aside to get a view of your glistening folds.

"knew you'd be soaked for me, sweet girl." he mutters against your skin.

he drags a finger over your center, watching the way you writhe beneath him. without warning, he plunges his middle finger in your soaking entrance, causing your back to bow against the chair. he adds another, hearing your moans was like music to his ears. while his one hand worked at you, his other came up to untie the strings tied behind your back. you gasp as you feel the fabric slide off your breasts.

"i think you're ready for me, sweetheart." he smirks, withdrawing his fingers from you. you can hear movement behind you, when suddenly your bottoms are yanked down your legs. you yelp in surprise, instantly clenching your thighs together.

"don't hide from me..." he coos, spreading your legs just a bit.

that's when you feel his weight above you, his sweaty chest now against your back. you noticed that his bottom half was now bare too as his hard cock pressed against your ass. before you can think, you feel the intrusion of his thick tip inside of you. you moan, pressing your hips back against him. within seconds, he's bottoming out impossibly deep inside you. you whine, feeling so full of him that you could hardly think.

"you like that cock, huh?" he chuckles against your hair, now lifting his hips and slamming them down into you.

soon, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass echoed through the fenced-in backyard. you're moaning into the towel that lay beneath you while gojo grunts in your ear.

"mm- fuck you feel good, angel. squeezing me with that perfect pussy." he pants, placing open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

"it's s-so good." you can hardly speak from how fucked out you were.

"yeah? you wanna cum on this cock? think you can do that for me?" he lifts your head so you can look him in the eyes.

you nod, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. he licks it up before kissing you roughly, sliding his tongue in your mouth while he continues to pound into you from behind. you whine as he sucks on your tongue, fucking your hips back into him.

"just like that, yeah... keep fucking back on me." he kisses down your cheek, to your neck, and then shoulders.

"'m close-" you pant against the towel, tears falling from your eyes as he changes the angle just enough to have you seeing stars.

"cum for me, pretty girl. you can do it." he encourages you.

you moan loudly as he continues to plow into you, hitting that spot inside you just right and he's got you shaking from your orgasm within moments. he continues to thrust into you until eventually he spills inside of you. he rests against your back for a moment, rubbing up and down your sides. eventually, he pulls out, and helps you sit up.

"doing okay?" he asks you with a soft smirk.

you nod, attempting to tie your bikini top back on. he leans forward, helping you tie it. he then stands, holding out his hand to you. he helps you get inside and cleaned up, like any perverted gentleman would. then, later on when he's ready to leave, he leaves you with one last incredibly stupid comment.

"tell your mommy and daddy not to worry about paying me this week, i got all the reward i needed." spoken with an infuriatingly smug tone and an even more annoying smirk.

a/n: um yes i got carried away, but i regret NOTHING #noregerts

flower png: @/yukiyu4 & divider: @/dividers-are-us

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proper compensation - toji fushiguro

single dad! toji notices how well you take care of little megumi. he wonders if he'd be able to interest you in another form of payment that had nothing to do with money.

contains: fem/afab! reader, straight up smut with minimal fluff, au where toji isn't incredibly broke </3, toji pervs over reader, reader is a bit shy but gets more comfortable, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, floor sex, breeding kink, toji actually participates in aftercare (whattttt)

word count: 1.1k+

repost from my main account @mast3rbait3r

you were desperate for some extra money to keep you afloat while you were in university. that's how you ended up with this new babysitting gig for a guy named toji. he was a single dad and didn't always have the time to look out for his son, so he was offering a decent amount of money for someone to watch the kid. you arrive for your first night, pleasantly surprised by how attractive toji was. you keep your thoughts at bay, and you learn that megumi is the kid you'll be watching. he was adorable, very shy, but still sweet when it mattered.

you and megumi got along well, he was a low-maintenance kid that was entertaining to watch as he navigated his way through his little life. he'd taken a liking to you too, finding your presence comforting, and apparently always asking about you to his dad when you weren't around. to be fair, toji also would ask his son about you when you weren't around. he wasn't sure how it happened, but he found himself being drawn to you. the way you moved around his house like you'd been there with them since they moved in, he liked it.

well- that and the fact that you were absolutely stunning. you dressed modestly, but that didn't deter toji. every piece of clothing you wore seemed to fit your frame perfectly, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the way your hips move when you walk. one night, he gave in and let the desire consume him. he asked you to stay for a bit after you laid megumi down for his bedtime. you agreed, unaware that it would eventually land you in toji's bedroom. you were splayed out on his bed, naked and squirming as his face is buried between your legs.

you clamp a hand over your mouth, not wanting to be loud. toji's grunting against your pussy, tongue working skillfully at your clit while two of his thick fingers are deep inside you. he managed to hit every spot right where you needed it, so it wasn't long before you were trembling and trying to push him away. when you cum hard on his tongue, he smirks while pulling back and wiping his face.

"such a pretty little thing." he chuckles, climbing on top of you. he notices how you're still a bit nervous about the whole interaction.

"i think we're being too loud." you spoke quietly, eyes filled with worry but also want as you look at him.

he nods thoughtfully before lifting you off the bed in one motion. he grabs a blanket from nearby, laying it out on the ground before lowering you onto it. your eyes widen in surprise as he leans on top of you. he shamelessly slides his tongue in your mouth while grinding his hips against your bare pussy. you can feel every ridge of his cock through his black boxers, but it wasn't enough.

"you want this cock, baby?" he smirks while kissing and sucking at the soft skin of your neck.

your breath hitches and all you can do is nod in response. he makes a 'tsk' sound at you, gently grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

"i need a yes or no." he spoke firmly, seeing the way your eyes darken with lust at his display of dominance.

"yes, i want it." you answer quietly, feeling restless with anticipation.

he chuckles at you again, sliding his boxers off and tossing them aside. you were shocked at the mere size of him, wondering if it was even going to be able to fit inside you. he notices the way you hesitate, taking it as a compliment that would fuel his already enormous ego.

"don't worry, you'll be able to handle it." his voice deepens while he lines himself up with your entrance.

he pushes the thick tip inside you and you wince at the burning sensation, not used to such a large intrusion inside you. eventually, he's able to work it inside you. he doesn't give you time to adjust, his hips already moving against you, causing you to gasp while you grip onto the soft blanket beneath you.

"too much..." you mumble, eyes squeezed shut as you try to adjust to his size.

"f-fuck your pussy's sucking me in so good." he pants, his hips speeding up to where they were now pistoning in and out of you.

he clamps his hand over your mouth as your moans start to increase in volume. as much as he wanted to hear you, he didn't want to deal with a cranky child. he grabs under one of your knees, hiking up your leg and pushing against the back of your thigh. the angle allows him to thrust deeper inside you, allowing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

"take it, baby- take that fat cock." he grunts, feeling the way you begin to clench tighter around him.

"not sure what to do..." he chuckles suspiciously. "should i make a mess inside you or paint that cute tummy?" he watches your eyes flutter at his filthy words, and he takes that as an answer.

"filthy fucking girl, you want me to breed you? didn't take you for such a needy little whore. but fine, you want me to put a baby in you, i'll put a fucking baby in you." his words become punctuated by every thrust while you moan and whine helplessly against his palm. he finally moves his other hand to your clit, rubbing in circles that have you writhing beneath him.

"you wanna give me another kid, yeah? wanna raise two little brats with me? fuck- 'm gonna make you a mommy." that finally pushes you over the edge, clenching so hard around him he's almost forced to slip out.

but no, he lifts your hips higher as he spills inside of you, forcing his seed to stay inside so that you don't spill a single drop. even as a few dribbles spill out of your pussy, he shoves them right back in with his finger. you cry softly, the overstimulation affecting you instantly. he gently lowers your hips back down to the ground, soothingly rubbing his hands over your soft thighs. he manages to scoop you up into his arms and whisks you off to the bathroom to help you get cleaned up.

"you alright?" he looks at your face, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you nod slowly, resting your head against his shoulder and letting the comfort of being in his arms consume you. you were half-asleep, so you might have imagined it, but you swear you feel a kiss pressed to your forehead right before the shower is turned on.

alex's thoughts: i can't talk here... email me. >:3

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jjk men react to you trying to leave right after you finish

characters included: choso | nanami | higuruma | gojo | geto | sukuna | toji contains: teensy weensy bit of angst, followed by lots of fluff because we all need some in our lives... fem! reader, reader is pretty shy and used to being brushed off, the men of jjk don't let that slide... backstory: you were used to leaving right after sex with past flings, so it was routine by now. afraid of overstaying your welcome, you try to leave after finishing with them. how will they react?

alex's thoughts: reposted from my main @mast3rbait3r

CHOSO

he watches as you sit up in his bed, tossing your legs over to the side and stretching out your arms. he admired the soft expanse of your back, the way it transitioned perfectly to your ass. he turns over to his side, enjoying the view for a moment. this enjoyment did not last long when he watches you stand and walk right over to where your clothes were lying on the floor.

"don't you want to get cleaned up?"

his voice snaps you out of your trance, not expecting him to even say anything before you could get a foot out the door. you turn around to face him, clothes in your hands.

"oh- um, i'm okay. i can clean up when i get home."

"you're going home?"

his voice was soft, but there was a notable pout on his lips at the thought of you leaving him already. he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his hips. your eyes betray you and roam over the expanse of his bare skin, the sight of his toned body making you rethink whether or not you actually want to leave. he holds out one hand to you. you hesitate but drop your clothes back on the floor and rejoin him in his bed.

he instantly pulls you against his chest and presses a soft kiss to your hairline. he knew that you'd both mentioned the night before that this would only happen once. but, deep down he was hoping that the exact opposite would happen. he wanted to see you and hold you like this again, so he made sure you knew that.

"stay and i'll order us food, okay? i don't want to fall asleep alone tonight."

how could you say no to that face, a soft pout that would probably give you the worst ick if it came from anyone else. you nod and let yourself melt into his embrace, soaking up the moment in hopes of there being another in the near future.

NANAMI

he could immediately sense that something was off when he rolled off of you and tried to lay beside you. you sat up almost immediately, holding the sheets over your chest. you'd hardly caught your breath before you start to get out of the bed and reach for your clothes.

"something the matter, sweetheart?"

he uses a gentle tone, hoping that it'll get you to pause and reconsider leaving him so soon.

"oh- no. i just figured we were done."

he quickly noticed the way you refused to meet his gaze as you spoke. the uncertainty and hint of shame was starting to roll off of you in waves. he sits up, reaching for your arm. you freeze at the warm touch, clearly not used to feeling this wanted after a sexual encounter.

"mind staying here with me instead?"

he tries not to make it a big deal, in an effort to not scare you off. his thumb gently rubs over the soft skin on your bicep. you nod slowly, letting yourself be pulled back into bed. you couldn't bite back the soft smile appearing on your face as nanami holds you close, like you'd actually disintegrate if he let go.

HIGURUMA

it wasn't often that he brought someone home. he tried to make the most of this rare occurrence, hoping that you'd be willing to stay and keep him company. the disappointment settles in quickly when he watches you sit up right after finishing, hardly even letting him hold you afterwards. the furrow in his brow is evident as he rests back on his hands, watching you silently.

you try to sneak a peek at him over your shoulder, sensing that you were being stared at. you flinch slightly when you're already met with his intense gaze.

"sorry... just don't want to hang around longer than necessary."

you mutter nervously, trying to flip your clothes from being inside out. he clears his throat, making you pause.

"what counts as necessary?"

you didn't have an answer for that, unsure of what to do with your hands now.

"come back... please."

you'd never heard him speak so gently before. you turn around, taking in the genuine expression and want in his eyes. you felt your cheeks heat as you drop your clothes and make your way back over to him. he lifts the covers, making room for you in his open arms. you crawl back into bed with him, instantly relaxing when you feel his warm embrace around you.

GOJO

having been through his fair share of hookups and fwb situations, gojo was used to people wanting to leave, but also wanting to stay the night. by the time he was finished, he usually had a decent understanding of what his partner at the time was going to choose. when it came to you, he thought... or perhaps, really hoped, that you would want to stay the night. his expression fell when you subtly removed yourself from his arms after finishing.

"you know, cutie... it's usually seen as a sign of respect to leave a man with at least a kiss before you go home."

you freeze, unsure of how to react to his undoubtedly cheesy attempt to get you to stay. you awkwardly turn around to face him, earning yourself a chuckle from the white-haired man. he gently snakes an arm around your waist and yanks you back toward him.

"nice try, pretty girl. i know you don't really want to leave me."

you don't even try to deny his cocky ass attitude. because he was right, almost as if he could read your mind. ever the show-off, he peppers your face in kisses, causing you to erupt into a fit of giggles. his heart leapt in his chest hearing and seeing the genuine amusement in your expression. he really was the perfect guy (just ask him, he'll tell you).

GETO

one night stands really weren't geto's thing. when he met you during an outing with his bestie, gojo, he didn't expect to take you home that night and be intimate. he wasn't used to anything like this. sure, he'd had sex plenty of times, but none where he'd actually been interested and doing anything else with the person. yet, for some reason, he couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his chest as he watched you climb out of his bed and attempt to get dressed.

"i had a nice time."

"me too..."

"when can i see you again?"

the question makes you pause, not realizing that he even wanted to see you again after tonight.

"i don't know if that's a good idea."

you reply, letting out a quiet sigh.

you blink and he's standing behind you, running a hand over your hair in a tender gesture. he wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you back into the bed. he was sure that no words from his mouth would be as convincing as his actions. he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

SUKUNA

he lets out an unamued grunt when he feels the bed get lighter beside him. he opens one eye, watching you pick up your clothes from the floor. once he realized what you were trying to do, he sat up straight.

"where the hell are you going, woman?"

you jump at the sound of his stern voice, not expecting him to notice that you had even gotten out of bed.

"i'm going home, i have work in the morning."

"my car works fine, get your ass back in this bed."

his tone wasn't harsh this time, almost sounding pleading. you turn around to look at him, confused at his shift in attitude. but his heavy glare doesn't leave room for argument, so you let your clothes fall back to the floor. as soon as your within arm's reach, he's dragging you back against him under the covers.

"try that again and i'll tie you to this damn bed."

TOJI

he wasn't interested in spending time with anyone once he'd had his fill of whoever he'd have sex with. he'd yet to meet a single person that interested him enough to warrant spending the night with them. even as he watches you get out of his bed, he doesn't say anything. his eyes don't leave your form as you pick up your clothes off the floor. but when he sees your legs wobble ever so slightly as you try to put your pants back on, something in his mind switches.

"just leave them off... i'm not gonna pick your ass up if you fall over."

you almost come up with a snarky retort, but it dies on your tongue when a pair of black boxers and a way-too-large t-shirt is tossed at your head. you nearly drop them, turning around to look at him.

"put them on before i change my mind."

you nodded and slipped into the boxers and oversized shirt. toji felt something protective flare in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. he now knew that he wasn't letting you go anywhere but to bed with him tonight. he sits down on the edge of the bed, beckoning you forward with his thick ass fingers (damn...). you can't resist the hungry but affectionate look in his eyes.

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lucky guy - choso kamo

summary: you and your friends were enjoying a well-deserved night out at the club. you weren't planning on entertaining any men tonight, until one particularly quiet one had you rethinking that decision. how could you stay away? he was the only one who could keep his mouth shut out of his group of friends.

content warning: reserved! choso, outgoing! reader, reader makes the first move (girlboss), tipsy makeout session, slight groping in public, drunk sex (both of you are drunk dw), oral sex (f receiving), handjob, p in v sex, sweet missionary :p

word count: 2.3k

alex's thoughts: this is a repost from my main acc @mast3rbait3r !!

the neon lights were as bright as they needed to be, accompanied by the booming bass of the speakers. mix in a little bit of alcohol, and you've got the combination that makes for a perfect night. which is exactly why you're dancing like nobody's watching, right in the middle of your friend group. you're all having a great time, singing and dancing to your heart's content. it was all going well until a group of guys felt bold enough to approach you.

"looking good, pretty ladies. mind if we join you?"

one with white hair pipes up, a smug grin on his face. a few of you exchange glances, sizing up the group of men. you shrug, followed by everyone else. why the hell not? so they join you, and most of them flock to your friends, which you were fine with. you didn't mind them being there, but you weren't fine with any of them trying to touch you. as long as your friends were comfortable, you didn't care what happened. you glance over at the bar, considering getting yourself another drink.

that's when you see him, his hair was about shoulder-length. there was a thin line of mascara surrounding his eyes, making the dark brown shade pop even in such dim lighting. he was gorgeous to say the least, though you're sure your friends might disagree. you definitely didn't have the same type in men as them. you couldn't stand the type of men who look like they peaked in their fraternity days in college. but this one at the bar, he felt different even from all the way on the other side of the bar. maybe finding a new 'friend' tonight wasn't a bad idea after all.

you tell one of your friends where you're going, and head over to the bar. you notice that the guy you were watching earlier is now watching you as you approach. when he sees that you're heading in his direction, he turns his head and watches his drink. you casually slip into the stool next to him, ordering yourself a lemon drop (hey ateez). you glance over at him, noticing the light blush on his face. so he was a shy one, huh? just the type you were looking for. you take a small sip of your drink, noticing his empty glass.

"can i get you another?"

you look over at him with a soft smile. he turns to you, offering a small one in return. he nods, muttering a short 'thanks' as you flag down the bartender. you let him order for himself, admiring the way his voice was gentle and kind. probably would sound really nice in bed- you check yourself, blaming the alcohol for letting your mind slip. you see that he has his drink now, so you raise your glass to his. he blinks, raising his and you both do a silent cheers.

"those your friends that approached mine over there?"

you ask him curiously, glancing back over to your friends and his who were all just mingling on the floor.

"yeah... i just let them do their thing."

you nod in understanding. sometimes you were the same way, not always wanting to be among the sweaty bodies and just wanting to enjoy a few drinks instead.

"hope i'm not interrupting your thing, then... what's your name?"

you chuckle softly, gaze roaming over the silver rings adorning his fingers. he shakes his head with a soft smile.

"i'm choso and uhh... honestly i was hoping you would-"

he seems to cut himself off, shocked by his own lack of filter. you smile at him, telling him your own name since he didn't get to ask while taking a mental note of how cute he looked when he embarrassed himself like that. you step off your stool, standing next to him. the alcohol makes your bravery double, and he takes it better than you expected. you smirk when you feel a gentle hand now resting on the side of your waist. it was hesitant, but it tightens when he feels you lean into him.

"you're a sweetheart, aren't you?"

you smile down at him, a hand running through his hair. you swear you can almost hear him groan in pleasure at your touch. you reach for his drink, simultaneously tilting his head back as you touch the glass to his lips. his eyes are on you the whole time, drinking up all the liquid you pour into his mouth. you couldn't get enough of him, the way he gave into you so easily despite being so shy earlier.

"can- can we go somewhere else?"

he asks shyly, looking up at you through his lashes. you brush a stray piece of hair out of his face, smirking down at him.

"yeah... where are we going?"

"i have my own apartment."

you nod slowly, reaching for his hand as he stands up. you chuckle when you realize that he's a bit taller than you. he walks you outside, pulling out his phone to book a ride. you sit together at a bench, your head resting on his shoulder. his hand rests on your thigh protectively, which made the warmth in your lower belly get stronger. you look over at him, only to find him already looking at you. your breath hitches before you lean in and press your lips to his. he gasps against your lips, pulling you in close as his arm slides around your waist. your hands cup his face, you look both ways before straddling his lap.

"what are you-"

you cut him off with another kiss, feeling his warm hands resting on your waist. he moans into your mouth, both of you a bit too drunk to care about what anyone else could see or hear. you slide your tongue into his mouth, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against your clothed center. you grind your hips against him, making him whine softly in your ear.

"you sound so pretty..."

you coo, your hands running down his arms. you hear a car approaching somewhere nearby, so you climb off his lap and stand up. he joins you, ignoring the pang of disappointment when he doesn't feel your weight on him anymore. you greet the uber, climbing into the backseat. you rest against him, watching as the city lights go by out the window. you smirk, getting an evil idea in your head, which he seems to pick up on because he tenses beside you.

your fingers ghost over the bulge in his pants and he sucks in a sharp breath. he looks out the window, trying his best to not seem suspicious. his hips are just slightly pushing against your hand, desperate for any friction. you smirk at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek which only made it worse for him.

"keep it together... we're almost there."

you smirk against his cheek before sitting back in your seat. he nods slowly, frowning when you pull your hand back from him and rest it in your own lap. he takes your hand back, just holding it gently in his own. once you get to his apartment, you stumble slightly getting out of the car. he catches your arm, his expression now concerned and you swear your heart melts at the sight.

"you're so cute..."

you giggle, leaning against him as he helps you walk up the stairs. once you get into his apartment, he locks the door and leads you straight to his room. he flicks on the bedside lamp, helping you sit on the edge of the bed. he crouches down, helping you remove your shoes without even having to be asked. you run a hand through his hair, watching him already falling apart at your touch.

"such a good boy..."

his breath hitches as he looks up at you. he leans into your touch, pressing a kiss to your palm as it rests against his cheek. he moves closer, resting his chin on your lap. you swear you could have came from that sight alone. you part your legs for him and his cheeks tint an even darker shade of red. his hands run over your soft thighs, pressing little kisses along the inside of them. you shiver at the feeling of his warm lips on your skin.

"you're gorgeous..."

he mumbles against your skin, glancing up at you as his hands reach up to the hem of your skirt. you nod and watch as he gently slips it down your legs and tosses it to the side. he sees the damp spot in your panties, his brain already feeling fuzzy. he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your clothed center. you shiver, your thighs clenching slightly around his head. he then finally slides your panties down your legs, whimpering when he sees how wet you were for him. he delves into your slick folds like a man starved, lapping at your juices with an enthusiasm you've never seen before.

your head falls back with a soft moan when you feel his nose nudging at your clit. he whines against your pussy while he continues to work at you with his notably skilled tongue. your hand is tangled in his soft hair, pulling his face closer into you. you can feel him moving against you, realizing that he's actively trying to rut against the fabric of his jeans to ease his achingly hard cock.

"let me help you..."

you whine softly, but he shakes his head, the sensation making you feel dizzy as your thighs clench around his head. his movements become more sloppy as he feels himself leaking more through his boxers. soon, you're clenching hard around nothing and covering his mouth and chin in your slick. he pulls back after you're spent, wiping your essence off of his face and licking the remainder of it from his fingers.

"never tasted anything that good before."

he mumbles breathlessly, eyes darkening when he notices that you're removing your top. you watch as he stands to his full height, the wet spot in jeans now right at eye-level with you.

"take them off."

you instruct him, to which he nods, undoing his belt and zipper before sliding the fabric down his legs. you see the mess he's made in his boxers and it takes all of your self restraint not to find a way to mount him right then and there. you reach out, your fingers running over the wet spot, causing him to twitch against you. you smirk up at him, watching the way he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"you want me to touch you more?"

"please... it feels so good."

he whines quietly, eyes slamming shut when you yank down his boxers and start stroking his leaking cock. you revel in the sight of him, he was impressive in size to say the least. you stroke him from base to tip, swiping your thumb over the leaking slit just to make the action even more messy. he pathetically ruts into your hand, losing any sense of self-preservation he might have had left. sooner than he wanted to, he blows his load all over your hand with a loud moan. he watches as you bring your hand to your mouth and start teasingly lapping at his cum that was spread all over your fingers.

he can't take his eyes off you, feeling how his cock was still achingly hard. you see the want in his eyes, and you couldn't deny how badly you needed him too. he stands there, waiting for you to tell him what to do. so, you scoot back on the bed and motion for him to follow. he does so, climbing over top of you. you wrap your arms around him until his body is flush with yours. you yank his shirt over his head, your bare chests now rubbing against one another. you slam your lips against his, tongues tangling as you moan into each other's mouths.

you watch as he slides the condom on, feeling your entire body twitch in anticipation. he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking in slowly enough to where it doesn't sting too badly. you eventually relax around him and he starts to move inside of you. he starts with slow, languid movements with his forehead resting against yours. however, it doesn't take long before he starts to groan with impatience.

"go on, baby. take what you want."

you smirk up at him, and he doesn't hesitate to follow your orders. his moans become more frantic as he pistons his cock into you. you feel him spread your legs wider so he can go deeper. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let yourself be plowed into the soft mattress. your noises were making it really hard for him to hold back, already getting close to cumming yet again. he reaches down, rubbing your clit in furious circles with the hope that you'd be close too.

"gonna cum soon..."

he watches as your face contorts in pleasure, and he could tell that you were getting close too. he was starstruck by the way his own cock had rendered you speechless so easily.

"please, cum with me."

he pants, leaning down to where his head rested against your shoulder. his hips moved to a new angle that had you seeing stars as you cum around his cock like never before. your back arches violently off the bed as you cling onto him for dear life. he cums right after you, feeling the warm ropes shoot inside the condom. he doesn't stop until you're twitching from overstimulation. he rests beside you, his head on your chest as he allows the sound of your soft breaths to lull him into a light sleep. you hold him close, allowing yourself to just be for the moment and worry about cleaning up later.

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