distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
summary · you and ellie are just friends. you're just friends when she always insists on spoiling you, driving you home so you don't have to do it yourself, you're just friends when you cuddle together for hours every day, and you're definitely just friends when her cock is plowing into you.
watch out · fem!reader, bsf!ellie, lemon, no ai used, nsfw, strap-on usage (reader receiving), not related to bella ramsey or the live action version of ellie williams, all characters are eighteen year old high school seniors and not "aged up," work of fiction
"you want me to drop you off at your house or at mine?" ellie asked, hazel eyes flicking to yours then back to the road as she pulled out of her parking spot.
"mmm..." you thought for a second, "yours."
she smirked.
"knew it."
"you always have to make it a thing," you giggled, leaning your head against the window. she didn't reply, opting to shake her head and start driving.
the ride to her house was quiet except for the hum of her truck, and whatever was on the radio, the music loud enough to hear but too low for you to make out any words. it was nice out that day too, so every now and then a bird would chirp or squirrel would chip or dog would bark.
the scent of ellie, cologne, cigarette smoke, and something fresh smelling, almost lulled you to sleep until the car ceased to a halt, the large two-story joel'd bought years ago standing tall in front of you.
you sat up and started rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. ellie readjusted her mirror, checked her hair in it, then shoved her phone in her pocket.
"we're here." she mumbled, climbing out of the truck. she walked around it, and then she opened your door for you.
you smiled.
"wow ellie, what a gentleman."
"and they say's chivalry's dead," she laughed with a wink.
you rolled your eyes and groaned out an exasperated "oh my god," but followed her up the driveway anyway. she fisted her pockets for the key for a moment before shoving it in the lock, turning it, and walking in. she wasted no time kicking her shoes off by the door in the exact same place she'd been leaving them for ten years, yelled "I'm home dad," and started stepping up the stairs.
you took your shoes off too, politely found joel and said hello, then followed suit until you reached her room, plopping down on the bed like it was yours.
"so," you said, looking up at the ceiling.
"so," ellie echoed, putting her jacket away then settling down next to you.
the bed dipped for a second, and then the spot next to you became warm with her body heat. the sunlight was just barely cutting through her blinds, falling in little lines across your eyes and her neck.
"what's the plan? what're we gonna do today, I mean." you finished.
"well... what do you want to do?"
"I'm asking you because I don't know, idiot," you rolled your eyes and sat up a bit, propping your head on your hand.
she sighed. she was doing that thing again, you noticed. that thing being when you could visibly see the gears turning in her head and she was about to say something neither of you would expect. then, as promised: "have you ever thought about kissing?"
... what?
your eyebrows raised.
she looked up at you.
your lips parted slightly in shock.
"god," she chuckled, "you're so easy to mess with."
"you can't just say things like that." you swatted her on the arm, interrupting her laughing and earning an offended "ow!"
"why not?" she asked. "I mean, it's not like we like each other so I don't see what the problem is. plus, you wanna be ready for the spring formal, yeah? can't have you out there slobbering over some poor guy," she exhaled a breath that sounded something like a laugh.
you replayed the words in your head.
it's not like we like each other.
"so you," she nodded, "want to give me, like," she blinked, "kissing lessons," she let out an "uh huh," "so that I don't mess up at the 'spring formal?'" you repeated to make sure you'd heard her right.
"yeah."
"oh."
you thought it over in your head as she kept staring at the ceiling, looking completely indifferent while you internally panicked.
you exhaled. "I, I guess we can do that," you said softly.
"great." she sat up too, then.
you raised an eyebrow.
"not like that," she snorted.
she got up, locked the door, and then got back on the bed, hovering atop you. her hands were on either side of you, and her dark, hazel eyes were peering into yours curiously.
"is this okay?" she asked softly.
"... yeah," you exhaled, "yeah, it's okay."
"okay. so first, you're gonna wanna start closing your eyes in like, I guess anticipation of the kiss," she chuckled, "sorry, it's weird to explain."
you obeyed.
"next, you just... kiss. with your mouths closed at first, of course," she started leaning in.
"wait," you said and snapped your eyes open.
she stopped a few inches away from your lips. she waited expectantly, and despite the fact that usually you would've felt bad, usually you would've felt like you were inconveniencing someone if it was anybody else, ellie had that look in her eye that seemed to say that everything was okay.
"sorry, nevermind. I'm just... nervous," you gave an apologetic smile.
"it's okay," she reassured you.
"now, close your eyes again."
so you did.
after a few seconds, the soft, plush material of her lips met yours just for a few moments before she pulled away.
oh.
that was nice, you thought after you opened your eyes.
it wasn't that you'd never kissed anybody before, everyone knew you'd kissed plenty of people—albeit with little technique, but that problem was solving itself at the moment—and were more than popular in the romance department, but something about it being ellie felt... different. something about it being a girl. what was so different?
"how was it?" she asked, pulling you out of your thoughts before you could dwell on it.
"good, yeah. good. what now?"
"now, you don't only have to kiss on the lips." she leaned down and pressed her mouth to your neck. your breath hitched at the contrast between her warmth and the coldness of your skin, then eased into it.
"you could kiss here," a peck to your collarbone, "... here," a kiss to the underside of your jaw, "even here," her lips met the spot just under one of your ears.
"ellie," you said shakily.
"and sometimes, you don't just have to kiss," she suckled the skin near your carotid, earning a soft exhale from you. she was definitely gonna leave a mark, but right then it felt too good for you to really care.
"you can do this, too," her hand slipped under your shirt, not wandering up far and just resting on your stomach while she continued her assault on your neck.
"ellie," you repeated again, firmer now.
"yes?"
fuck. what you were thinking?
"I want you."
and then there was no turning back. after a flurry of more kisses, more hickeys, and discarded clothes, you both ended up completely naked with her on top of you kneading your breasts.
"can you touch me?" you asked, hips bucking up a little in desperation.
"I am touching you." she smirked.
"no," you whined, "really touch me."
instead of doing what you asked, she of course got completely off of you, walking over to her closet and opening it.
"w—come back. I need you," you pleaded.
"hold on, I'm coming baby, I just," she cursed a bit as she reached for a box, "gotta get somethin'."
eventually she pulled down a black case with locks, undoing the latches on it until a thick, lengthy dildo the color of her skin with a harness revealed itself when the box popped open.
"is that...?" you trailed off, suddenly nervous again.
"aw," she laughed at the fear on your face. "you're so cute. don't worry, it's not gonna hurt I'll be gentle."
before you could really protest, she was back on top of you with it between her legs, rubbing the head against your clit. all previous complaints and inhibitions you had were thrown out the window as soon as it met your skin, your hands flying out to reach ellie's shoulders as you tried to deal with the pleasure.
"see baby?" she cooed. "feels good already."
after getting you nice and wet, even though you'd already been soaking, she started prodding at you until she pushed in inch by inch, reaching the hilt in a few minutes.
"ellie, 's too much," you whined at the length of her.
"it's okay baby, it's okay. 'm not gonna move yet," she cooed, reaching down to kiss your neck and groaning into your skin when the motion moved the strap a little.
after you'd adjusted just enough for her length to be tolerable, you let out a soft "you can move now."
and so she did. slowly at first.
she had really been trying to keep control of herself, but between the way your tits were jiggling, the way your face looked so soft and vulnerable, the way your pussy kept gripping her—"fuck, I can't take it anymore baby," she groaned before speeding up.
before you could form a proper response she was plowing into you, silicone balls making harsh plaps every time they met the flesh of your ass.
"el—lie!" you mewled. you gripped the sheets, her back, her hair, anything to try and find some resolve from the pleasure frying your circuits, not that you disliked it. it wss just so much, and god, you'd liked to pretend it wasn't true before, but ellie was so hot.
"I know I know, I'm so fucking selfish baby, ah, I'm sorry, I need you," she got out between gruffs and rough moans, brows furrowed and eyes rolling back every now and then when the base of the strap hit her clit just right.
you got louder and louder until eventually ellie had to cover your mouth with one hand, the other dancing across your skin until it met your clit.
"feels good?" she asked, talking more to herself than you as she rubbed your bundle of nerves.
you were completely out of it now. your face was a mess, you couldn't form any coherent words except "ellie" and "please," and your lips were gripping her cock so hard sometimes she could swear she actually felt the tightness herself.
she wrapped her arms around your upper body, using her hips to drive into you then pull out and then force herself right back into you again.
your pussy fit her cock like a glove by now. it was just tight enough for everything to feel so, so good for the both of you, but just wet enough for her cock to not have too much trouble sliding out.
"come on baby, please, please cum on my cock, yeah? need to feel it, need t'feel you cum on it," you managed to make out amongst ellie's incoherent, delirious ramblings.
"ellie, ellie, I'm—!"
and then you were creaming all over her fat dick, milky white fluid leaking all over it and spilling onto her thighs and the sheets.
"fuckkk baby," she groaned then finished, still bucking up into you, drawing little high pitched "ah, ah, ah"s from your throat.
eventually she finally exhausted herself, collapsing on top of you with one last groan.
".... so... think you're ready for the spring formal?"
cw — ellie luvs smelling reader (down there), implied pussy eating at the end, written with farm ellie in mind <3
"mmh ... "
your bleary eyes slowly flutter open at the crack of dawn — the odd sensation of something nudging against your clothed privates jolting you awake.
it takes a moment for your sleepy brain to recognize the figure below; ellie laying between your legs with her face pressed right against your warm cunt, inhaling deeply each time.
"e-ellie ...? what're you ..."
she takes her face away from you for just a few seconds once you speak, glancing up at your groggy state with a slightly exasperated look. like she couldn't bare to have her nose be even a few inches away from your heat right now.
"shh, shh, just .. lay there, pretty. m' almost done." she murmurs lowly, immediately pressing her nose back against you. you let out a small, broken whimper as the tip of her nose prods your clit over the soft fabric of your panties.
ellie continued to sniff the scent of your heat obsessively, her strong arms wrapped firmly around your thighs for some leverage — and to ensure that you couldn't move away from her. she got more desperate as she went on, resorting to mouthing at the dampening material of your underwear. she softly licked and sucked over the fabric where your clit was, causing your back to slightly arch and a few more quiet moans to slip past your lips.
your hand reaches down, gently threading your fingers through her auburn locks. your hips occasionally bucked up against her mouth, becoming needier for more friction.
and the moment she felt you becoming desperate too? she lost all restraint and hastily tugged your panties down.
she pressed her nose against your now-bare cunt and inhaled once more, letting out a guttural groan now that she could really smell you.
... but once you notice her wetting her lips with her tongue, you knew you'd now be getting a whole lot more than just smelling.
the music had the house vibrating, you could hear chatter from people passing the very door you were behind. you should feel guilt and shame, yet you loved it. when it was only you and eren it never failed for trouble to come. the dynamic of the group was simple, you all were together. but if you had to pick your bestie, it’s always gonna be eren. “good girl ma’ma” you hummed around his balls. your nails digging into your thigh to compose yourself. you panties stuck to your pussy, they were soaked, the white fabric having a visible spot. your tounge moved up his cock racking every curve and vein. when you got to his tip you looked him in his pretty green eyes and sucked him in. your cheeks hallowed, and a giggle bubbled in your throat when he threw his head back.
“swear m’fuckin the shit outta both of yall” you both seemingly ignored connie, he couldn’t do anything at the moment but watch in the dark car as he was doing. you both knew there was a large punishment coming, and it only made the act better. bobbing your head up and down eren; you closed your eyes taking in the burn of your throat. tears came to your waterline, and just as your began to go up for a little air, because eren was always the sweetest one- you were stopped. at the soft but roughness of the hands, and the subtle yet strong smell of cologne that you would recognize anywhere, you tried to think of how you didn’t realized it before.
connie laughed in the back, weighing the weed and looking at the bright facetime screen. yea, ony had left the call seconds after seeing what you two were doing how you snuck to a party, but how did he know? “no keep going baby, show daddy how bad you are” your throat burned more as ony pushed eren fully into your mouth. you gaged, spit spilling from the corners of your lips.
you could also feel a small cut forming from how wide your mouth was, but that’s nothing medicated chapstick couldn’t fix. through your teary eyes you looked up at eren, while he wanted to be scared he couldn’t. he was getting overstimulated, his tips was leaking with pre cum, balls full and heavy rubbing against your chin. he couldn’t look at you, just closing his eyes and letting his pretty moans out .
he bit right next to his lip ring, his cock jerking in your mouth, and his own hand grabbing at your head to keep you stead and fuck his dick into your throat. you were a toy, and you loved it. ony was now bent next to you, his hand gripped the back of your neck, and his lips kissed your ear, his other hands went under the short white skirt and rubbed slowly on your clit groaning at the feeling of your wetness. “you looks so pretty suckin dick princess” moaning you closed your eyes and pressed your thighs together.
“aht at” he growled pushing your thighs apart again, and slapping your pussy through your panties. you moned around eren, body jerking at how good the slap felt. you were so dizzy from wanting so much. wanting to cum, wanting to taste cum, wanting to get fucked in every hole.
“make em cum so i can take you home fuck that pretty pussy” your eyes opened slowly starting up at eren who was in his own world. “then ima make eren clean you up. cum in your pussy and have him suck it out, you like that?” you gargled on your own spit and mix of cum. you felt lightheaded, tears continued to fall down your cheeks dampening your bottom eyelashes.
“then connie’s gonna fuck him while he fucks you” his words came out growling, you heard connie humming in the background as onyankopon fingers continued to work on you clit building up the anticipation of cumming more and more. eren’s moans got deeper, his hips worked faster, his thumb rubbed at your cheeks, as he incoherently praised you in rambling you couldn’t understand. but you felt his balls scrunch and the cum drip into your mouth making you instinctively swallow. onyankopon’s hands stilled, his focus on watching your drink up both of your boyfriends cum.
“g-good girl” eren stuttered out, his hair was stuck to his face, eyes closed and cheeks pink. ony just watched you both, a smirk on his pretty features that you both should’ve been scared of. “meet at house in fifteen” he said out loud breaking the comfort of the silence. you both knew who he was talking to, and when connie replied with “heard” and a small chuckle he left the call. leaving you and eren to look at one another with wide eyes.
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
“seatbelt.” he’ll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
“is your location on?” he’ll ask as you’re actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
“when i call ‘n check up on you, you answer, got it? y’know i’ll come find you if you don’t.” he’ll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever you’re in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when you’re strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sun’s golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when you’re tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and you’re just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go ‘oops!’ he’s already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because you’re bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or who’s ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he can’t help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties you’re wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
he’s suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isn’t so bad, he thinks.
girlfriend!ellie is so incredibly grabby whenever you fuck—not in a weird, possessive way, but because she just gets utterly entranced sometimes.
skin to skin is her goddamn thing. she’s sweet, genuinely. she’s got a nerdy side. and she also has a slutty side. of course she likes to fuck and feel good, and seeing her girlfriend get off? heaven on earth.
any part of you that can be touched? ellie’s hands are there. ellie’s lips are there. once in a relationship, she’s confident… meaning she’ll go for what she wants—which is you, obviously.
her fingers can frequently be found digging into the soft plush of your thighs, kneading at the swell of your tits, or grasping at your hips—holding and steering and guiding for more, more, more.
ellie also has the occasional habit of accidentally overstimulating you when she’s the one giving. purely because she gets utterly fixated on watching you. depending on the day, (okay, any day) she might (she does) just favor the sight of your pussy taking in her deft fingers over her favorite movie.
her hands are always quick to pry at your thighs, to palm over your knees, to slide around your waist… she’s touchy. in love. can you blame her?
And he’s so cuddly and soft with you. I mean will literally do anything for and with you. Cooking, sleeping, eating, walks, napping— he’s been aching to be by your side since before his sentencing now that he’s back he can’t get enough of you. When you get home he always makes sure the fridge is stocked, dinner is ready and the house is clean, kissing all over you when your fresh out the shower, rubbing your feet, fucking you to sleep— you love the big guy to pieces.
He love shows in his acts of service.
Especially when he gives you a pedicure stay with me
He’s gotten good at having a steady hand, gave more than a few tattoos while in the cell, so picking up that tiny little brush with turquoise paint at the end of it is no issue. He takes his time, lifting his feet to inspect his work, blowing them dry and kissing your feet like an artist leaving his signature on a painting. Simon will kiss your toes, the dorsum of your foot, mumbling a, “So pretty dovie, love doin this for ya.”
It makes your insides feel all gooey, heat buzzing underneath your cheeks as you hide underneath your book. And then you see it first, the large bulge in his sweatpants, making you gasp his name as how massive it is, even half hard— he’ll leave a kiss on your ankle, “Should just leave it.” He says lowly, but he catches you starting, ends of his lip curving upward, “Or would y’like t’ ‘elp me out?”
I think about Naive!Reader and Fresh Out of Prison!Simon on the subway.
cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw.
And how he’d make naive!reader sit in his lap when he notices and older woman standing in subway isle.
“Thank you, both of you.” The older woman giggles as she takes the empty seat.
“‘S no problem ma’am.” Simon nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s so cute isnt she love?”
You can’t even focus, his hardened erection pressing into your ass, in those jeans that Simon loves so much. Couldnt stop staring at the way your thighs spread as you sat down, every curve on you, that charm you have in your brown eyes. You wiggle in his lap but he only presses you down harder, he tsks in your ear, “Don’t move baby, or everyone ‘ere will see just what you do t’me.”
You feel him grow with every shake of the train against you, only smirking as he sees the way you can’t look anyone near you in the eye, heat rising under your skin with that slightly tense look on your face. You try your best to give a smile and wave to the old woman but Simons hands roll down your skin, down your your thighs that makes chills run down your spine, “Bloody hell, can’t wait t’ get off of ‘ere, fuck you right against the wall in the alley across the street from our stop, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Your lips purse out, breath hitching, “Simon!”
“ ‘F Course you would doll,” he draws out, calloused hands going to your hips, giving them a nice squeeze, humping up into you, “Or should I have you keep keep my cock warm right here, sliding it in your hole so eeeeveryone can see that pretty face you only make with me-“
You can’t help the little mewl you let out, his covered manhood pressing against your cunt, “Simon-“
“—I know, I know swee’art,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “Won’t do tha’ to ya.”
The subway rattles again and you bite the inside of your lips, nervous eyes flickering down into the mahogany brown eyes staring back at you. Glint shimmering in them.
“Not here, anyway.”
Simon lets his hand caress the apple of your cheeks from behind, squeeze them together that makes him chuckle, “Would you let me take you to the bathroom though? Hm love?”
You play with your fingers, checking the time on your phone, before muttering so quietly, “For j-just a little bit, I don’t wanna miss my show tonight.”
And the older man underneath you groans happily, eyes crinkling, rubbing his hand up and down your back, you’ve made the man go red in the face, “M just jokin baby, god, you’re so fuckin loveable.”
✪ Though many assume Sevika is quite rough and domineering, she’s actually quite the crybaby butch within the comfort of her own home. She is a VERY gentle giant after being the undercity’s henchman mean bitch and unnoticed steadying hand all day. Her need for attention and praise definitely is fulfilled… with other methods.
✪ Sevika MAULS you when eating you out. Hands scratching up the backs of your thighs, Hands feeling up your back and tummy to find rest on your chest. She often has to hold your ankle and hip pinned in place on the bed to keep you from arching up and shifting as her nose and mouth spread you open. You swear sometimes she has more than two hands on you when your eyes are closed— moving so quickly. She doesn’t make a ton of eye contact however, she normally is wearing a fuck drunk look in her eye and a deep heat on her dark skin that sweeps up to her ears while trying to get her tongue deeper (a fruitless endeavor honestly— it’s never deep enough for her).
✪ TWO SIDED STRAP ENJOYER SEVIKA IS ALIVE AND WELL!!!! That first time Sevika insisted on being missionary only to realize it felt… very different than the harness she normally used. Trying to thrust into you with as much ferocity as normal while she felt the toy scrape against the soft spongey spot inside of her made her hips stutter and her breath catch in her chest. Grumbly and desperate things kept coming out of her mouth almost without her knowledge.
“P-Please fuck back into me. Harder, grind more- like… yes. Fuck. Fuck. Baby, you’re so good to me. ” with big doe eyes and an almost pained frown that makes your stomach flip.
✪ Sevika is an avid nickname enjoyer and does call you very sweet names while putting in that WORK. She goes through phases with the names and is always trying to get deeper and talk sweeter.
“Awe honey, if you keep squirming away from me like this i’m going to have to hold you down” She pants out with a firm hand propping up the back of your head to keep eye contact with you as she grips the back of your knee to hold your leg around her waist. Always slightly lightening up her pressure as she bottoms out inside of you as to not hurt you while she continues cooing
“Sweetie you’ve been asking me to fuck you like this allll dayyy, wouldn’t it be so embarrassing if you actually came after only…” She makes a big show of finally breaking eye contact while rearranging your guts to squint and check the digital clock on your shared nightstand. She audibly snorts
`·..·‘ ₊˚ ♡ hii, this is my first ever time writing anything & im super excited to see what i can do ^^. im gona apologise in advance if there's any mistakes throughout; and i rlly appreciate any feedback !! my dms are open, and so are my asks xx
you and sevika met 2 years ago when you both began college. it was like there were and invisible string between the two of you, from the first day you met - sevika knew that you were hers.
the very first day of college was overwhelming for you, being shy, in a new town. you walked in not knowing anyone. sevika instantly noticed you. you stood out. the way your little dress clung to your small body , how you're ears fell when you felt left out, the way she towered over you whenever she stood near. by the end of your first week at college, you and sevika were intertwined. nights were spent at hers, she insisted that she were by you at all moments, she admired you and spent every moment thinking of you.
when it was time to pick universities, it was a no brainier that you and sevika were to move together.
♡moving cities for uni was hard, tiring work. but rest assured, sevika made sure you never dared lift a finger.
♡as you spent a lot of time lounging around as sevika packed, she found herself becoming more aroused at the domestic undertones of the situation.
♡to make up for all of sevikas hard work, you woukd bake her favourite cookies. whenever she caught you baking she would sneak behind you. wrapping her hands around your waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
♡sevika would gently punishyou for teasing her, when you were really doing exactly what she told you to do, relaxing in your cute laced gowns.
♡whenever you were in heat, sevika always knew. when you first met, you used to try hiding it from her. but it was never truly hidden from her.
♡because of the move, everything was either in boxes or at the uni dorms. you and sevika were squeezed onto the sofa.
♡sevika on the bottom, playing with your ears ,with you on top, head resting on her chest, her hand resting below the waistband of your fluffy pjs.
♡when the time came - and you both moved, beginning university, the two of you only became closer.
♡sevika became even more possessive over you. when meeting new people at uni, sevika was always present.
♡uni was different, more people approached you, you were attracting more attention. doubling the attention sevika gave you
Dex likes receiving when it comes to praise kink, sure. But when it’s him giving praise, I think I would combust and scream when he says “come on baby, bounce on it” SIR I NEED TO HOP ON THAT—
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his hands just pulling you down harder and harder by your waist with every bounce you make, watching your face wince in pleasure so intensely. you’re clenching around his length feeling every pulsing vein of his in your hole, the stretch getting bigger the deeper you sit on him. “belly f-feels’full dex..” you whimper, grinding on his hips back and forth, his cock massaging your wet walls so well. and your attentive boyfriend is nodding along with you — a smile spreading in amusement. “i know baby, dick making you feel so good huh? can see it bulging in your tummy” he’s saying, applying hot kisses to your neck as if he was ravishing you. marking you up on your skin, you wouldn’t be surprised if there was marks in your belly too. if that was possible.
you feel so close to him with your tummy pressed to his chest, his thick bicep forcing your proximity and you could swear it was making him push deeper into your pussy. and you’re using him so well as you chase that special feeling that makes you unravel in his arms, crying as you sense him pounding up into you. “m’gonna cum!” you say arching your back, mind all fuzzy. your wetness pooling down on his cock, echoing the filthiest sounds in his lap, making dex rasps out a, “yeah? take what you need pretty girl, c’mon keep bouncing on it..such a good fuckin girl.” ughhh
