in which, MARK GRAYSON gets hit with an aphrodisiac and runs to the only person on his mind; you.
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includes: mark grayson x bestfriend!reader, fem!reader, mature content (17+), tension, lowkey situationship w/ best friend labels, pwp, piv, dry humping, premature ejaculation, cumming in boxers (markus u loser lmfao), unprotected sex, dirty-talk, obsessive behavior, breeding kink, aphrodisiac, cream-pie, 4.7k words.
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kinktober masterlist.
YOUR PHONE was vibrating; again. harsh, singular notes echoing and buzzing through your room, stealing you from the comfort and ignorance provided by sleep. worming its way through your thick comforters, the ring-tone frayed dangerously on your last strings of patience-- finally defeating you as you sighed, deeply, reaching for your cell-phone. the only person contacting you at such an ungodly hour would be your best friend; his texts scurrying off against the digital fibres of your screen frantically, as if he was word vomiting with his finger-tips.
blinking regretfully at your screen, the harsh lighting from your phone was blinding in contrast to the familiar darkness of your room; mark's name dashed across your screen and you think vaguely, i should have never let this man's notifications by-pass do not disturb.
a series of texts, spanning just under an hour, glow tauntingly against the shadows of your face.
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'hi i am coming back rn' - 12:56 am
'dude i hate space some weird alien thing like... spat in my face bro' - 12:58 am
'i tjink it thought i was being rude when i looked disgusted but tbf who DOES THAT?? who spits in a strangers face' - 12:58 am
'cs that dude did it AGAIN like sorry i am not familair w ur customs ya dick' - 12:59 am
'anyways i thinkn im fine im grossed out sure but i feel fine so wtv' - 1:01 am
'my finger tips r tingly......... like weirdly tingly..................' - 1:27 am
'ok so a little bit more of me is tingly now. not a fan, would not recommend.' - 1:36 am
'i feel so weird can i come over ik ur prolly asleep bu t ur bed is better than mine n i think i js need to sleep this off' - 1:40 am
'u can say no tho duh' - 1:40 am
'i take that back, sorry. you cant say no.' - 1:42 am
'im coming.' - 1:44 am
'fuck' - 1:45 am
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another sigh ripped itself from your lungs, and your phone met the plush of a pillow as you discarded it haphazardly from your grip. mark could be a stubborn boy sometimes, eager in his actions-- often doing before thinking. rolling onto your side to get what little rest you'd acquire for the rest of the night (you and mark had never truly been able to sleep whenever someone hosted a sleep-over; giggling wildly into the lazy hours of the night, time slipped through your fingers like sand with him. easily, and as natural as remembering to breathe); a thought wiggled its way into the depths of your mind, and you smiled ever so slightly as your eyelids grew heavy.
you were sure this was just another time where mark was acting before thinking.
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the act of subtlety had never been mark's strong suit-- a fact you were sorely reminded of as the sound of your window being slid open screeched throughout your bedroom. the noise was jarring, loud; as if the inanimate object itself was yelling, mark is here!
gripping your window-sill with an odd sort of clumsiness and disorganization, mark crawled through your window heavily. it creaked underneath your best friend's weight, wood splintering softly in his wake-- as if this was some sort of unpracticed affair; the bulkiness of it all caused one of your eyebrows to quirk upwards as you sat up in your bed. "mark?" you questioned, rubbing your fist to your sleep-rimmed eyes in an attempt to shoo away exhaustion.
mark swallowed; he stood silently for a moment, his labored breathing the only sound reverberating through your bedroom, before he ran a hand through his hair.
(a nervous tick he had adopted from his father; odd.)
"hey," he said hoarsely, your name following the greeting lightly. the way he sounded, the way he recited your name-- it was almost as if he wanted to say more. like there was more on his mind he was unable to utter; because his mouth clamped shut into a thin line.
"are.. you hurt?" you asked eventually, because good lord, why was mark acting so odd? "you said your finger-tips were ... uh, tingly. and then you followed with the rest of you was feeling tingly too..." your voice trailed off, your unnecessary rambling a cheap effort at lightening the mood.
the boy shook his head, before peeling off his costume's cowl. "no--! no, not hurt," he reassured, faint traces of the mark you knew bleeding through the intense air of the room. "sorry." mark apologized meekly. his dimples popped ever so slightly as you watched him chew on his bottom lip-- the fat going practically raw and bloody underneath the inhumanely sharp canines mark housed.
one of your arms reached side-ways to flick on your bed-side lamp, soft yellows and oranges illuminating your bedroom. when the light reached your best friend, your eyebrows furrowed. mark's cheeks were flushed a romantic shade of red, and his brow-bone glistened underneath a sheen layer of sweat; black locks clung to his forehead, and, had you have been able to see it-- his pupils would have been blown unnaturally large. "mark," you rasped out, motioning for him to come closer, "what's wrong?"
the tips of mark's ears now started to burn the same shade as the rest of his face, his pulse spiking as he slowly approached you. your carpet crunched softly underneath the weight of his boots, and mark took post near the end of your bed. sitting, he rested his elbows on his knees, and held his pretty little head in his hands. "i.. uh, i don't know-- nothing's wrong."
"you don't look like nothing is wrong." you commented, your patience for the boy running thin as he dodged your question again.
there was silence in your room for what felt like an eternity; you stared expectantly at your best friend, and he bore holes into your wall as he stared straight ahead-- still, avoiding your question.
he sighed, suddenly, before mark's hands met the neck-line of his hero costume. using little to no strength, you watched him rip the fabric, tearing it down the center of his abdomen. the tear stopped right at his belly-button, and he began to shrug off the uniform hastily. between the ruffling of your bedsheets at his movement and the sound of fabric being torn from his body (mark was so dramatic), you had almost missed the words that fell so plainly from his lips.
almost.
"it hurts." mark had mumbled simply.
your head tilted, eyes squinting. despite having heard him perfectly fine the first time, you still questioned the meaning behind his words. "what?" you gaped, your irises tracing the faint flex of his biceps as he peeled his arms from the sleeves of his hero costume. "what hurts? i thought you said you weren't injured--"
mark cut you off, his voice uncharacteristically rasp. desperation. "i'm not injured," he countered, as if that explained everything-- why he had been so eager all of a sudden to show up to your house.
"you're really fuckin' confusing me right now, mark," you sighed, dragging your hands up and down your face. "how can--"
mark cut you off again; except, this time, it was not with words. he stood from your bed, turning to face you. taking barely two strides had left him only a few feet away from your figure; he exhaled shakily, before gesturing downwards, "it hurts."
eyes following his motion, you felt suddenly stupid for not spotting the terribly large boner mark was sporting. in his defense-- even from overtop the sturdy fabric of his costume, it looked painful. resting along his lower stomach, you watched it pulse and jump, seemingly defiant of mark. "oh." you squeaked out, feeling something bloom desperately within your core.
"i-i can go," mark offered, stuttering nervously. "i just-- it went from like, zero to a hundred so fast--! one second i was fine, the next i was tingly, and then..." his voice trailed off, and hot burning shame crawled up the back of mark's neck. "i didn't know what to do. you- you were the only thing on my mind, suddenly and--" mark cut himself off, shutting his mouth into a thin line. the next time he spoke, it barely came out as a whisper. "i don't mean to make you uncomfortable, i know we're just friends," he mumbled sweetly, "but... if you aren't completely and utterly repulsed by me at this point, then i'd really.. uh, appreciate your help."
his confession, along with the compassion that oozed from his soul-- despite the less than ideal situation he caught himself in-- caused something to flutter to life within your ribs. it practically knocked the wind from your lungs, and the ambition (greed, hunger, restlessness) in your voice had even caught you off guard. "i can help you." the sensation of your panties dampening and clinging to the outline of your cunt unmistakable-- eyes darting down to his erection, your clit pulsed. "that's what.. best friends are for anyways, right?"
at your enthusiasm, mark seemed to flush an even deeper shade of pink— his tongue darting out to wet the plump of his lips. “are- are you sure?” he questioned, fingers playing the rip in his costume. “i kinda jus’ showed up without… asking if it was okay, you don’t have to feel obligated to help me if you don’t want to,”
“mark.” you broke his rambling quietly, swinging your legs out from underneath your comforter; the cool air that circulated your bedroom raising goosebumps along the fat of your newly exposed thighs.
the boy whispered your name back, an echo of his deepest, most riveting emotions terribly clear in his voice.
“i told you,” you started, curling a finger towards him to motion him closer to you— like expected, (like a good boy), mark obeyed wordlessly. “this is what best friends are for.”
your desire to aid mark certainly— was not out of the blue.
the both of you had been inseparable since early childhood; your bond growing suffocatingly strong day by day. wherever you went, mark followed blindly under the guise of friendship; but you both knew it was something stronger. something always there, lurking underneath the mask of comfortable touches, lingering glances, and joint souls. a singular night, years ago, you and mark had been fourteen; underneath the expanse of washington’s starry sky, your lips had slotted against his in a blind fury of affection. wrapped up in teenage innocence, mark had kissed you back with the same intensity, like he’d never get the chance again. despite this, you and him agreed to remain friends; the fear of change, fear of losing this friendship outweighing the complicated, uncharted waters of love.
the refusal, however, to make anything official didn’t stop your feelings from intensifying tenfold upon your later teenage years— mark’s, too, undying. instead, they bloomed into palms that groped far more than best friends should, and petty arguments that— instead of ending in a fit of giggles— ceased with his lips crashing ceremoniously onto yours.
nevertheless, you were now facing a line the both of you had not crossed before. as mark stood in front of you, his fingers fiddling with the rip of his hero costume, there was uncertainty and blurred lines. sweat beaded at his temples, and you could tell his self-restraint was wearing thin. mostly, though, through the uncharted fogs of intimacy-- there was lust.
"sit." you whispered, patting the bed beside you. mark did as you told, swallowing thickly. the heat radiating from his body was nothing like you had felt before-- as warm as mark usually ran, this was something entirely different. you leaned towards the boy, tilting your head slightly, to begin pressing kisses to his neck.
mark's breath caught, and his chest stuttered. there was a thick, heady need slowly blooming from his core-- and your touches, as light and teasing and beginning as they were-- were not enough. despite this, his chin moved upwards, allowing you better access to the skin on his throat. mark said your name; it was low, like a warning. "you're being so sweet," he groaned lightly.
you smiled against his pulse-point, before sucking on the flushed skin. "you say that like it's a bad thing."
"normally, it's not," mark shivered. "but i- i'm not normal right now."
that got your attention-- peeling yourself from his neck, your lips were plump and lazily coated in your saliva from your kisses. "what do you mean?"
"i told you," mark glanced down at his hands in his lap, which were busy slowly grazing the edges of the outline of his cock. "that stupid alien thing got it- it's powder all over me."
"so?" you questioned, not understanding how the two things connected.
mark flushed impossibly deeper, and you really looked at him.
he was panting, chest heaving up and down. his fingers kept twitching against his throbbing dick, and-- well, he was a mere two seconds away from drooling on you. "...you think the alien thing was an aphrodisiac?"
shamefully, mark nodded-- answering your question. "i-i've never been this hard in my life!" he exasperated, thumbs dipping into the fabric of his ripped costume, the need to yank it lower becoming all-consuming.
leaning forward again, your lips ghosted mark's jaw with ease. "okay," you whispered, vibrations sending shivers down your best friend's spine, "how do you want me to help you if i'm not allowed to be sweet?"
the sound of fabric ripping echoed through-out your bedroom again, and glancing downwards, what remained of mark's costume was dangling lifelessly from his knees. "i want," mark started, voice wavering, "i want you to let me use you."
"use me?"
mark nodded. taking advantage of your position so close to him, you felt a sturdy palm grasp the side of your face; he tilted your head, big brown irises meeting your own. "this isn't what i envisioned for our first time," the boy confessed, his breath fanning across your lips erotically. "i wanted to take my time with you."
your stomach flipped and swirled at his confession, arousal pooling thickly within your cunt. "you've thought about fucking me before?" you question; despite knowing the answer is yes (only because you cannot count the times you've fucked yourself to sleep to the thought of mark-- painfully aware the feeling is mutual), you want to hear him say it.
"no-- i've thought about making love to you," mark hums, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek due to proximity. "it feels almost.. uh, disappointing i'm not going to be doing that to you right now."
mark stood, suddenly, kicking off the remainder of his costume and discarding it aimlessly on your bedroom floor. hovering over you, he leaned forward, pressing you onto your back on the mattress.
your faces came tantalizingly close again, only now mark was lingering a few inches above you. "i don't think this will be disappointing," you express, bottom lip getting caught in between your teeth as you watch mark lick his own slooowly.
"it won't," he confirms, closing the gap between the both of you. your lips touch and the contact almost feels electric-- charged with anticipation and carnality. "and i'll make it up to you another time if it is." he mutters in between kisses, lips heavy and greedy as his mouth slots against yours. "i just-- i need you so bad, baby."
you hum, too wrapped up in the feeling of his lips on yours to pull away and speak. you toss your arms around his neck, pulling mark impossibly closer to you, and you feel him grind against your clothed pussy.
he moans whorishly at the action; every bump, every ridge, every vein of his cock more sensitive than he's ever felt in his life. the sound bleeds into your mouth, and you take the chance to stick your tongue straight down his throat. mark's hands take post on either side of your head, and he leans onto his forearms to steady himself above you-- his hips unrelenting in their movements against yours.
back and forth, over and over and over again.
the only thing separating the both of you now is mark's boxers (an embarrassingly large and crude wet spot forming where the tip of his dick rests) and your pajama shorts and panties. unhappy with this, your counter-part sticks a hand down your shorts to peel them off of your legs-- pausing his rutting until the shorts are off your frame, only to continue with a renewed hunger against your panties. "fuck," mark curses.
it's odd, hearing your best-friend curse; no, scratch that-- it's arousing hearing mark grayson curse. the swear falls from his lips, born out of impetuosity. the sound shoots straight to your pussy, and you can't help but moan.
in return, you hear mark gasp; your own sound spurring an entirely different version of the boy you love to life. he continues to hump, grind, and fuck you over-top your undergarments-- his swollen tip caressing your clit deliciously with every thrusts of his hips.
the both of you aren't even kissing anymore-- just breathing heavily, too entranced in the ecstasy of dry-humping to care about being close to each other in any other way.
"o-oh fuck," mark stutters suddenly, face falling immediately into the crook of your neck.
your eyebrows knit together momentarily, before you feel mark's entire body go rigid. "are you--?"
he nods, and a moan rips itself from his throat, almost as confirmation to what you suspected. it isn't long before the damp spot on his boxers becomes soaked-- his cum seeping through at an alarming rate. it falls in globs onto your panties, and in any other situation-- you'd be laughing.
but a good fifteen seconds have passed and-- mark is still cumming. his cock twitches underneath his underwear and he still, impossibly so, is leaking like a faucet. the worst part of it though, you realize, is that his dick is still painfully hard-- mark's orgasm having little to no aid on his arousal.
when he finally peels himself from the privacy of your neck, watery brown eyes meet yours. he opens his mouth, and you think the boy is going to apologize-- because that is a very mark grayson thing to do-- but all he asks is: "can you take me without prep?"
having caught you off-guard, you falter momentarily.
mark swallows, sucks his teeth, and then speaks again-- not waiting for you to answer his proposed question. "actually, i don't really care," he muses, his palms going to rest on your waist, "you will."
"mark--" you begin, watching him shrug off his ruined boxers easily. they fall to the floor, and you feel panic wash over you; to say mark is well-endowed would be an understatement. his cock glistens underneath the lighting from your bed-side lamp, and no amount of ambient lighting makes it look any less daunting than it is. it's not the width that's the issue-- it's the length. "holy shit, no--! i'll need something--" you try.
mark cuts you off by flipping you onto your side and pushing you further onto the bed. crawling to you, he settles in between your legs, straddling one of your thighs. the other he's got hoisted up on his shoulder by your ankle. "shh," he hushes, pressing a chaste kiss to your calf by turning his head, before using a finger to hook into your panties and pull them to the side. mark hisses, watching your cunt practically sparkle with slick. "look at how wet you are-- it'll be good, m'promise," he hums, aligning himself with your entrance.
the burn of his cock stretching you out follows not too long after his reassurances-- pain erupting from your cunt in a delightful way. mark falters, and you can see some of the boy you love resurface in this pussy-drunk, aphrodisiac infected version of mark grayson. "i know, i'm sorry," he coos. it's useless though-- as mark continues to push into you, inch by inch. "it'll feel good soon, baby, just-- haah-- let me get it in all the way."
when he bottoms out, it almost feels like mark is in your lungs. he's deeper than you thought was possible, and the way his face scrunches up suggests that he, too, feels euphoric.
without warning, his hips start to move-- his cock gliding in and out of your weeping cunt with ease. you cry out, your own hips rocking to both somehow meet his pace and thrash away from it. "ooh shit mark," you gasp, head lolling to the side.
mark only huffs in response, continuing to rock in and out of you desperately. "god-- needed this pussy s'bad," he groaned, tilting his head again to connect with your lower leg. you feel his lips begin to litter open-mouthed kisses to your ankle, the tip of his cock nudging your g-spot repeatedly.
there isn't much you can do back, in such a crude position, but you try to match your best friend's pace regardless. without thought, you shove a hand underneath your tank-top-- fingers instantly connecting to your stiffened nipples to roll them back and forth. the added stimulation has your back arching, and mark moans at the sight.
"that's right," he encourages between breathy moans, hips bucking wildly against your body-- the sound of your thigh meeting his v-line creating obscene noises that reverberate through your bedroom. "feels s'good, doesn't it? g-god, you're all i've been t-thinking about since that stupid shit got into my s-system," mark whines, bottoming out inside you once again, only to push his hips deeper-- grinding and reaching places inside your pussy you didn't even know existed. "like, all at once; it was just you: your face, y-your scent, your-- fuck!-- your perfect tits n' cunt,"
mark's mindless babbling only causes your pussy to clench around his fat cock harder-- squelching and pulsating pornographically. "y-yeah?" you manage to ask, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as he begins to thrust again.
"yeah." mark confirms this with zero hesitation, sweat beginning to drip down his brow-bone and onto the bridge of his nose as he fucks you deeper. "all i could think about while fuckin' cecil was rambling on and on about shit i- i don't even care about," he groaned, head tilting backwards in pure bliss. "'c'mon invincible, didn't you get the reports on the possible foreign allyship colony in-- no, you old fuck, i don't care about that--!" mark's mockery of his boss causes you to laugh-- although it's cut short when the boy impales you on his dick again. "in fact, the only thing i-i've cared about in the past--ohh-- hour is filling my best friend up with my cum."
that causes your eyes to shoot open, and you can't conceal your shock. "w-what?" you sputter, although the way your cunt strangles mark's cock is evidence that you're not as opposed to that idea as you may seem.
"i- i can't help it, i need it," mark whines, his dick throbbing against your walls. "needed you to be wrapped around my cock, n' you let me have that," he begins, "n' now i need to stuff this pretty pussy with my cum so you'll be leakin' me for days." every thrust of his hips now is pointed-- purposeful.
your jaw goes slack, and against your better judgement, you don't argue with him; in fact, you're nodding wordlessly along to his chatter, cunt aching now with the need to be filled. your moans fill your room harmoniously with mark's.
"shiiit," mark groans, brows furrowing, before suddenly pulling out of you. you whine at the loss of him, immediately missing being full, before you feel the boy yank you towards the head of your bed. naturally, you roll onto your back from your side.
mark grabs the leg of yours he had been straddling, bringing it to his second shoulder so now both of your legs dangle near his head. leaning forward, he grasps onto your bed-frame, while aligning himself up with you again.
your back arches violently off of the pillows as mark fucks into you again, this time, not giving you time to adjust to his size. "fuck," he curses, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, "i d-don't know how i didn't immediately bend you over the second i got into your room-- shiit--! i needed this so bad,"
"too busy being nice." you groan softly, and through squinted eyes, you can see the corner of mark's lips tilt upwards.
his grip tightens on your headboard, knuckles going white at the intensity in which he's grasped onto it with. "fuuuck, it doesn't matter now, though, huh?" you shake your head, moaning desperately, and mark grins. "that's right, pretty girl, it- it doesn't. all it means is-- is that i've gotta' make up for lost time."
thrust after thrust, you suddenly feel a hot coil in your stomach begin to form. "mark," you gasp out, fingers tangling themselves in the sheets of your bed as your orgasm approaches quickly.
"oh," mark cries out, terribly in tune with your body as his own hips begin to twitch-- the loss of rhythm in his thrusts apparent as he chases his own high. "wan' you to cum all over this cock, baby," he whispers, fingers digging into your headboard. "and- and i'm going to-- haaah-- fill this cunt up with my cum, breed this sweet fuckin' pussy,"
at his words, and the idea of being filled to the brim with your best friend flooding your mind-- your cunt begins to spasm uncontrollably. "i- i'm cumming," you sob, back arching and hips twisting away (unsuccessfully) from mark's incessant thrusting.
"ooh, fuck--! yes, yesyesyes, cum all over me, that's r-right sweetheart, shit," mark follows suit not long after-- his cock pulsing and spilling his seed into your pussy at an alarming rate. he's groaning, swearing, gasping at the sensation of your cunt greedily sucking up his cum, and he rides out his high by fucking it deeper into you. "fuck-- can't waste any of this cum, right? if- if you wanna be bred, you have to take all of it," mark rambles, hips rocking into yours.
your legs tingle from where they rest on mark's shoulders-- the sensation almost enough to distract you from the heavy weight that still rests snuggly in your cunt.
almost.
through thick lashes, you glance downwards at where you and mark are still connected; although he's catching his breath, you feel mark's cock twitch to life within you again. "mark," you warn hoarsely, voice destroyed from being fucked.
mark swallows, a guilty sort of look painted across his expression. "m'sorry," he apologizes, before he retracts his cock from your cunt-- only to slam it back into you again.
you gasp at the action, toes curling and hips thrashing. "i- i can't--" you try, but mark interrupts you.
"i know," he coos, still thrusting in and out of you now, his pace quickening rapidly. "but- but i jus' need to cum again," mark argues, face scrunching at the sensation of your pussy gripping onto him-- your body's way of saying you need him to stay inside of you without words. "just one more time, okay? m-make sure-- oh fuck-- make sure this cunt is stuffed to the brim."
you nod wordlessly, chin tilting backwards as delirium washes over your body-- far too cock-drunk to tell mark you know he's lying; to tell him you know he won't be able to stop cumming inside of you, spilling into your most sacred part, bind himself to you. to tell him you know the aphrodisiac won't wear off for another few hours, that this is far better than him taking it slow with you, that you wouldn't want to be anywhere but underneath him for the rest of your life.
all you say, instead, is through gritted teeth-- as he bottoms out again, harshly, punishing your g-spot. "t-that's okay," you slur, nails dragging down mark's lower stomach, "this is what best friends are for."
PLUVOiA 25’ ® - masterlist
loren's thots: this was more plot than porn im sorry </3 it lowk feels too intimate for kinktober too like damn...... idk i think some of the appeal is the tension between reader and mark but idk u tell me. in any case i hv other mark works if this one doesnt tickle ur fancy, but i hope it does!! it tickles mine tho i lowk need this man to knock me tf up!
𝐁𝐅𝐅! 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 who, with his newly developed super hearing can totally hear his best friend touching herself from the house next door !
warnings: MDNI, afab/fem! reader, mentions of porn, masturbation, im so sorry this is rlly dirty
it's been exactly 14 minutes and 53 seconds since you began to touch yourself. you're watching porn - the overexaggerated moans coming from the speakers of your phone almost entirely blocking out the sounds of your own pleasure. you're gasping - each delve of your fingers into your entrance eliciting another sweet cry.
you were home alone for the weekend. obviously. and you were definitely taking advantage of it. what you didn't really consider is your childhood best friend who lived just next door - who also, conveniently, just recently developed superhuman abilities - could hear every micromovement you made: the rustling of your covers, the clicking sounds of your slick rubbing over your clit, the quiet moans you let out.
every. single. detail.
now mark knew what he should have done is put his headphones on and turn the sound up to max. he most definitely should not have stilled his own breathing to focus on each little shuttering gasps you let out. he absolutely should not be fisting his cock and matching the pace of your quickening fingers. but pre-powers mark could have only dreamed of his new abilities allowing him to hear his hot best friend watching porn to get herself off - and he definitely was not going to let the opportunity slip through his grasp.
he was in sync with you: groaning and squeezing the base of his length whenever you curled your fingers - his thumb teasing his weeping slit with every flick of your finger against your clit.
he could hear the clapping sounds of skin meeting skin coming from your phone and he squeezed his eyes shut - imaging the fat of your ass bouncing with every thrust of his into your needy pussy.
he didn't know how he was even lasting as long as he was - the thought of his hand being your welcoming cunt all while getting to listen to you make yourself squirm and cry... it was all too much. it must've been his viltrumite stamina that allowed him to hold off until you came.
when you do come, your voice overtakes the noise of the video playing and he can clearly hear the exact moment your walls flutter around your fingers upon meeting your climax.
he came immediately after, picturing you taking all of his cum while his aching cock dumped more and more of his load all over his taut stomach. his muscles flexed under the heat of his fresh load and he let out a long satisfying groan.
c/w: porn w no plot, modern au, established relationship, multiple orgasms, scent kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), tongue fucking, cum eating, showering together, reader has a bush :P
a/n: hot af in the uk rn and thought aboutttt uhhhhhhhhhhh whatever this is… hot, sweaty sex w sukuna 🤤🤤 not important but the ice cream i was imagining while writing this was a magnum also ooc sukuna probably ok bye enjoy
"I'm going to die," you announced.
It was hot. It had been hot for days, and you had been suffering through it miserably. Your apartment was a shitty old one with no ac, and the fan you were using was being far from helpful, blowing warm air around your room while you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Opening the windows was useless, there was no cooling breeze, only the suffocating lapping of even more warmth at your body. Those were shut now.
"You're so dramatic," Sukuna muttered from his position on the floor.
He was faring a little bit better than you were. He had found a long forgotten packet of ice cream at the back of the freezer earlier, and had been taking his sweet time finishing it off. You kicked his shoulder with as much effort as you could muster before flopping flat on your back again.
"Fuck you. Ice cream stealer."
"You didn't even know it was there! I didn't either! It was," he paused, searching for the words, "divine intervention. I was supposed to find this ice cream. It's saved my life."
"What about my life!?"
"You'll live."
"Ugh. You're terrible."
Sukuna hummed in agreement, going back to his ice cream, licking the vanilla up enthusiastically. You glared at the back of his head from your position on the bed, but dissolved into a fit of tired giggles at the way he had styled his hair, it was up in a way that would keep the ends of it from tickling his skin, and making him warmer.
You sighed heavily, turning on your side and closing your eyes. The curtains were drawn in a feeble attempt to keep the heat out, but it slithered through anyway, a hazy image of the sun covering your bed, where you were lying.
The sudden dip in the bed next to you had you raising your head in confusion. Sukuna was shuffling you closer to the middle of the bed so he could slot in behind you, sliding an arm below your waist, so he could clasp his hands together over your stomach.
"Absolutely not. Get away from me. We're gonna mould into a new human if you stay this close to me for too long," you said, clawing at the sheets as he pulled you closer against him.
"We'd make the best new moulded human. You were too far away," he replied, nuzzling into your neck. "I missed you."
"Yeah, cause you're like a fucking heater. Gonna cook me alive," you said, thrumming your fingers against his hands clasped around your waist. "When you wake up from falling asleep, I'll be dead and roasted, and then you'll eat me like nothing happened."
"I bet you'd taste good."
"The best."
"D'you wanna fuck?" he asked against your ear.
"Are you insane? Do you want me to actually die?"
"No," he replied, taking your lobe between his teeth, biting it gently. "C'mooonn, let me make you feel good. Consider it my apology to you for stealing the last ice cream even if I didn't know it was there until it fell out of the drawer."
His fingers danced over the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your stomach gently. You had decided to forego wearing any bottoms today since you hated the extra layers when the weather was like this, and you absolutely were not going to leave your apartment under any circumstances.
"I'll do all the work," he whispered, fingers going lower, rubbing you through the thin material. "All you have to do is lie there and make those pretty sounds you know I love."
You sighed, pushing back against him as his fingers slipped under the elastic, index finger running up and down your slit a few times before he circled your clit lazily. Warmth pooled low in your stomach as they moved slowly and unhurried, almost methodical. Sukuna nipped at your ear again, jolt slithering down your spine along with the sweat that clung to you.
You could feel him rutting against you, rubbing his growing bulge against your ass slowly, in time with his fingers. You grabbed his arm, rocking yourself against his fingers, whining quietly as his other hand came up to your chest, squeezing your tits gently.
Your panties were damp, your slick leaking out of you as Sukuna swiped at your clit, and you leaned back against him, breaths coming out in short bursts as the muscles in your stomach went taught and the coil within you became ridiculously tight.
"Are you gonna cum for me?"
You nodded as you bit on the inside of your lip, hard enough that you faintly tasted blood, crying out as the hazy pleasure of your orgasm washed over you. You craned your neck to turn around to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he continued to circle your clit, your body bowing against him as you rode your orgasm out, nails digging into his arm.
Sukuna licked into your mouth, tongue running against yours slowly. His lips were still cold, the lingering taste of vanilla flooding into your mouth as you kissed. He pulled back slightly, smirking as you chased after him. He pecked your lips once more before he removed his hand from you, but keeping them beneath the material of your panties.
"Lift for me."
"I thought," you huffed, lifting your hips a little, letting him pull your panties down your legs, "you said that you would be doing all the work."
"My poor princess. I'll make it up to you, don't you worry your pretty little head about it."
Sukuna nudged at your closed thighs with his, opening them slightly. He ran a finger up and down your slit before dipping a finger into your pussy shallowly a few times, spreading your release over you. You jerked as his fingers ghosted over your clit, pressing back against him when he retracted it, against his bulge. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, pressing his face into your neck, his grip on your waist bruising.
He was so close it was intoxicating. His body heat seeped into you, his chest plastered against your back, one hand at your waist, the other palming your tits through your tank. He mouthed at your neck, lapping up the sweat that trickled down the slope of it.
You let your head fall against the bed to give him more space as he continued to kiss your neck, tongue dragging up your skin slowly until he came to your ear again. He nibbled at the soft flesh of your lobe, catching the piercing you had there, pulling it gently, your back arching at the jolt that fluttered down your spine, making you whine quietly.
You could feel him moving behind you, the ruffling of clothing breaking through the misty pleasure of his thigh moving slowly between your legs. Sukuna held your leg up as you felt him glide his cock against the length of your slit, rubbing the head of it against your clit for a moment, making you sigh.
He positioned himself over your entrance, thrusting the tip in shallowly a couple times before he eased into you with a slow, methodical pace, which made the stretch of his thick cock both more bearable and agonising in how the pleasure built up as he sunk into you, his frenum piercing dragging against your walls, heat spreading from the warmed metal. You choked out a moan as Sukuna filled you completely, buried snugly in you, his fingers trembling slightly against your thigh as he exhaled.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You're so warm."
"Obviously, you idi–" you broke off with a whimper as he pulled out almost all the way before burying himself back inside you, fucking you slow, hard, and deep.
Your vision watered as the hand he was groping your tits with snaked down your front to rub circles around your clit, drawing another moan from you as you pressed back against him. You jerked into his hand, tension building steadily with his slow thrusts.
The sensation of him filling you continuously, and the unrelenting circling of your clit had you clenching around him, head falling against the bed, breathing uneven as you chanted his name. Your nails dug into your palms as you came, indenting them, pain smoothing out into pleasure as your orgasm flooded through you.
Sukuna continued to slide in and out of you at an agonisingly slow pace, his nose buried in your neck, panting against your skin as your body shook from the overstimulation. You curled forward, eyes watering at the feeling of him filling you, his piercing dragging over your walls, the warmth that spread through you making you pant.
Sukuna, mercifully, removed his hand from your clit, trailing it up your chest, placing his palm flat on it so he could push you back against his chest. He tucked his chin over your shoulder, eyes on your chest as he pulled your tank down, your tits spilling out of them.
He cupped one of your boobs, his hand encompassing it quickly before he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You felt his lips spread into a smile against your cheek as he continued to tweak at it, feeling it stiffen as he tugged at it gently before moving to the other one. You arched into his touch, whining as he repeated the actions on your other nipple. You clenched around him as he pinched it tightly, catching him off guard.
"Aah, fuck!" he exclaimed, his arm falling away from your chest.
Sukuna's fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh painfully as he groaned in your ear, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. Your legs trembled in his hold as he fucked you messily, relishing in the overstimulated cries he drew from you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, and the obscene squelch of your bodies meeting filling the room.
"Give me – give it to me," you gasped out, gripping his hand on your thigh.
"You want my cum? Want me to fill you up?"
"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, voice breaking. "Please, please, S'kuna."
He didn't reply, but he bit down harshly on your shoulder as he continued to plunge into you relentlessly. You clenched around him tightly, whining as he swiped messily at your clit, making him moan hoarsely into your skin, shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.
He thrust into you lazily through his orgasm, his grip on your thigh still tight as he fucked his cum as deep into you as he could. Your breathing stuttered as his piercing dragged against your g-spot, making your vision spot, and Sukuna let out an amused huff behind you, dragging the tip of his cock over it again.
You clawed uselessly at his thigh as Sukuna continued his assault on your g-spot, your other hand holding his arm still circling your clit in place as you moaned breathlessly, your thanks coming out incoherent. Your thigh spasmed in an attempt to close it, but Sukuna's grasp on it was like steel, holding it open as you jerked helplessly in his hold as your orgasm crashed over you.
Sukuna continued to rub your clit through your orgasm, his hips still rolling into yours slowly. Your body shook with the aftershocks of your orgasm, vision hazy, and a new sheen of sweat glistening across your skin. Sukuna lapped up at the stray beads, his tongue cool against the heat that seared through you.
"Taste so good," he murmured against you, nose bumping against your jaw, "smell good, too."
He released the thigh he was holding, dropping it gently on top of your other leg, fingers brushing over the indents left on it briefly before he rested it on your waist, fiddling with the hem of your tank top. He pulled out of you slowly, moving away so he could turn you onto your back. He kissed you quickly before moving down the so he was between your closed legs.
Sukuna nudged at a thigh with his nose, opening them slightly to watch the cum that leaked out of your cunt trickle down your thigh. He exhaled heavily against your skin before dragging his tongue up your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He brought a finger to your pussy, collecting the cum that continued to slide out, and pressed it back inside, grinning up at you.
He hooked one of your legs over his shoulders as he lowered himself onto his elbows, resting his head on your thigh, and leaned forward to bury his nose into the hair on your pubic mound, inhaling your scent deeply, eyes sliding closed as he groaned quietly.
"You smell so fucking good," he breathed out against you, tongue darting out to lick a strip up your pussy, making you writhe.
He pulled back to suck on his fingers before running them through your cum-slicked folds, and eased them back into you gently. You fidgeted beneath him, body still jittery from your previous orgasms, making Sukuna laugh softly as he looked up at you to gauge your reaction.
His fingers moved slowly, curling up to brush against your g-spot. You moaned softly, bringing your hands up to thread your fingers into Sukuna's hair. You looked down at him with bleary eyes as he leaned down to flick his tongue against your clit, lips spreading into a smile as you tightened your grip on his hair, keeping him in place.
He continued to pump his fingers into you steadily, his tongue dragging up against your clit, making your back arch off the mattress as you rode his hand. The pressure in your abdomen built quickly, and you draped your other leg over Sukuna's shoulders, pressing him closer to you as you bucked up into him, gushing into his mouth and over his chin.
You flopped back onto the mattress, chest heaving, rivulets of sweat trickling between your breasts from the heat and the sex. You blinked down at Sukuna, who made no move to come back up to lie next to you, and your eyes widened as he parted your folds with his fingers and pressed his tongue inside you.
"Su– Sukuna…" you whined.
Your whole body trembled as he began to thrust his tongue into you, slurping up at your mixed releases, eyes closed, and eyebrows furrowed as he groaned against you. You twitched in his hold, beyond oversensitive, torn between attempting to move away or grinding up into his mouth. You choked out a moan as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his lips around your clit, and sucking on it hungrily, his muffled groans vibrating through you as you tightened your grip on his hair again.
As you tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to you, Sukuna slid his tongue into you again. You rocked against his face, thighs clamping tightly around his head, the feeling of his tongue licking into you, and his nose brushing up against your clit overwhelming. Heat spread through you, your body shaking as you neared another orgasm. Sukuna didn't let up, obscene squelching coming from him as he continued to lap up at his cum, breaking away only to swallow it down, and take in gulps of air before going back in.
"I – I'm close, Sukuna. Make me ah, make me cum," you whispered, sweeping his hair off of his forehead.
His eyes gleamed smugly up at you as you continued to deliriously chant his name as you ground into his mouth, his tongue circling your entrance before he flattened it against your clit. He stayed still, letting you fuck yourself on his tongue. You huffed out a laugh, gripping his hair once again, moving your hips slowly.
"Fuck you," you moaned, twisting his locks tightly between your fingers, making him groan into you. "'I'll do all the work' my ass."
Sukuna's lips spread into a smile, his eyes closing as you dug your heel into his back again, the rolls of your hips becoming arrhythmic as the heat within you became unbearable. You arched off the mattress as you chased your orgasm, eyebrows drawing together at the tightening knot low in your stomach.
You blinked blearily down at him as you continued to move, raising your head as you noticed the slight movement of his hips against the mattress.
"Are you gonna fuck, are you gonna cum with me, Sukuna?" you breathed out, pulling him closer to you again, the glide of his tongue against you making you fall back against the bed, chest heaving. He moaned in reply, rutting against the mattress more as you tightened your thighs around his head.
The knot within you snapped abruptly, and your back arched off the mattress, continuing to grind against his tongue as you clenched around nothing, his name spilling from your lips as you sucked in shuddering breaths. Sukuna groaned loudly, hips stilling as he began to move his tongue again, lapping at you, drinking down your juices until your body was shaky, legs twitching as you let them fall away from his head.
He continued to lick at you until you placed your foot against his shoulder, weakly pushing him away, and he complied, laying his head on your thigh. You released his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead as he looked up at you, satisfaction clear on his face, his eyes sparkling.
Sukuna crawled up your body, bracing himself above you before he leaned down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, the taste of yourself seeping into your mouth as his tongue ran over yours. He was so warm, his body heat radiated off of him in waves, rippling against you, running over your skin as you kissed.
He placed one final peck on your lips before unceremoniously flopping on top of you, face buried in your neck as he exhaled heavily. You writhed underneath his weight.
"Get off of me, you oaf," you groaned, slapping his back. "I feel gross and sticky. Clean me."
He pulled away from you, eyes glinting. "Oh, I can clean you. Where do you want me to start, your neck, or your armp–"
"I meant shower me!" you exclaimed, face heating.
"You ruin all my fun", he complained, rolling off you.
He sat up and slipped a hand beneath your back, easing you up into a sitting position. You held your arms up as he peeled your tank top off, tossing it behind him.
"That's not where the dirty clothes go," you said.
"I know," he replied, smirking down at you as he helped you stand.
"You're gross."
He hummed in agreement, hand slipping into yours as he lead you down the corridor to the bathroom.
c/w: top shoko, bottom reader, dom/sub undertones (?maybe im not entirely sure), making out, finger sucking, drooling, spit kink, nipple play, smoking, shotgunning, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, squirting. gene kelly cigarette kiss (look it up PLEASE i cant stop thinking about shoko doing this i had to include it) not beta read!! lmk if there are any mistakes and ill fix them
a/n: this was inspired by the clip we get of shoko in jjk s3 ep3 !! i need to sit in her lap so bad. this is also my first time writing such explicit smut pls be nice lol
You knocked on the door softly, waiting for confirmation to enter before pushing it open and leaning against it. The room was cast in a low orange from the fairy lights adorning the walls. Shoko was sat in her usual seat, cigarette between her fingers, smoke dissipating around her as she exhaled in a sigh. Ijichi sat opposite her, offering you a tight lipped smile as he rose. He muttered his goodbyes to the two of you, and ducked out the door. Hand still on the doorknob, you waited until you could no longer hear the click of his shoes against the linoleum and closed the door behind you as you stepped in, soft click of the lock echoing through the room.
"Hi."
"Hello, gorgeous," she replied, tapping the ash off her cigarette, adding to the mound of ash that had already accumulated on her ash tray. She played with the ring of her lighter, sparks flickering as they bounced onto the skin of her hand. "Everything okay?"
"I'm okay. Are you?" You walked over to her, standing next to the chair where she sat, brown hair sprawled across the back of it. Shoko tossed the lighter onto the desk next to her, ignoring how it clattered against multiple bottles of whiskey and onto the floor. Her hand snaked around your waist as she rested her head against your stomach, sighing when you reached out to smooth her hair, brushing her bangs off her forehead. "I take that as a no."
"I just need to recharge, I've had to deal with him for ages," she mumbled against the material of your top, fingers slipping beneath it, splaying over the skin of you hips. "You smell nice."
You hummed as you continued to play with her hair mindlessly, letting it slip through your fingers repetitively. Shoko pulled away from you for a moment, taking another drag of her cigarette, exhaling through her nose. She looked up at you when she inhaled again, the butt of the cigarette illuminating her face for a moment, orange deepening the purple that seeped below her eyes. Her hand was still around your waist, grip tight on your skin, her cold touch making you shiver as you scooted closer to her.
"D'you wanna sit?" she asked, grinding the cigarette into the ashtray.
You looked around. The only other seat in the room was where Ijichi was sitting minutes ago when you walked in.
"Alright, let me go, and I'll get the cha –" you let out a yelp as Shoko's other hand shot out to grip your waist, spinning you around, and pulled you down into her lap. "Oh."
"Mmm, that's much better," she said, nuzzling into your neck. "Where have you been all day? I've missed you."
You shuffled in her lap, crossing your legs, and wrapped an arm around her neck, threading your fingers into the roots of her hair. Shoko let out a sigh, bringing your other hand to her face, nuzzling it as she kissed the inside of your wrist. Her eyes dragged up your chest and neck before settling on your face as she waited for your answer.
"I've mostly been milling around. Doing nothing. Bored out of my mind."
Shoko hummed as she continued to kiss your wrist. "Did you miss me?"
You let out a soft giggle, rubbing your thumb on her cheek. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under her eye. "Of course I did."
The lights from behind Shoko reflected off the whiskey bottles on the table behind you, myriad of colours flowing over Shoko's skin as she looked up at you, pupils darting over your face as you leaned back down to kiss her, her eyelids fluttering shut as your lips met. As expected, she tasted mostly like whiskey, and nicotine, bitterness tingling against your lips as you pulled back for a moment. She groaned softly, snaking an arm around your back, pulling you closer to kiss you again. You gasped into her mouth as she squeezed the flesh of your hips tightly, and you gripped the collar of her shirt as her hand made its way across your stomach, her freezing touch flittering over your skin, making you shiver.
Shoko ran her tongue along your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open, tongue slipping into your mouth. Your moan came out muffled, and you tightened your hold on the collar of her shit, bringing her closer still. Her hand finally reached the clasp of your bra, and the familiar faint sound of metal unclasping reached your ears, and you moved your hips slightly. Shoko pulled away to study your face, shine of her lip-gloss smudge across her lips. You licked your own.
"You taste nice," you said, unbuttoning her shirt a little. "Strawberry."
You shucked off your jacket and top, dropping them on to the floor beside you. Shoko's gaze dropped to your chest, where your bra was hanging loosely off your shoulders. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as Shoko's hand trailed up your arm to your shoulder. She twisted the strap between her fingers as she dragged it down slightly, nodding as you raised your arms so she could drop it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You hadn't noticed how chilly the room was until now, and you suddenly felt embarrassed by your lack of clothes compared to Shoko, who despite the peek of her cleavage from your unbuttoning of her shirt, was still fully clothed. Shoko noticed this and smiled, bringing her hand to your tits, pushing them together.
"Don't get embarrassed," she whispered, leaning down, "it's nothing I haven't seen before."
Her tongue darted out, dragging along the underside of your breast to your nipple. She closed her mouth around it, sucking lightly, deep brown eyes twinkling with amusement as you watched her with rapt attention, bottom lip caught between your teeth. She pulled on your other nipple, and you gasped, arching into her mouth, eliciting a laugh from her as she withdrew from you, string of spit connecting from your nipple to her mouth. She rubbed your nipple between her thumb and forefinger lazily for a moment before bringing her mouth back down again, pulling gently with her teeth. Mind hazy from the building pleasure, you reached out, grabbing Shoko's hand, and brought it to your lips, wrapping your tongue around her fingers.
"Good girl," she mumbled against your skin.
Her gaze flickered from your chest to your mouth, watching as her fingers disappeared into the wet heat of your mouth. You moaned around her fingers at the praise, moving your hips, desperate for friction. As always, Shoko noticed, smirking as she retracted her hand from your mouth, rubbing your lips with her fingertips, smearing spit over them. She placed her hand in the divot between your breasts, nails dragging down to your navel and back up again.
"Be patient, okay? You'll get what you want soon."
"Shoko," you breathed out, reaching down to the button of your jeans. "I need you."
"I know, baby, I know," she replied, pouting at you, mirroring your expression, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "But you know I love your tits. You can wait."
You groaned in frustration, leaning your head on the edge of Shoko's desk, hand still resting on the zipper of your jeans, pushing your breasts together, sheen of spit shining in the soft glow of the lights.
"Oh, that's nice. Stay like that, okay? My pretty girl."
Shoko dipped her head down, latching onto your nipple once again, touch flittering up your stomach to your other, pinching it lightly. Her other was still wrapped around your back, grip on your arm almost painful as she forced you up into her mouth, catching your nipple between her teeth, tugging on it gingerly. You cried out, digging your hand into the roots of her hair, pushing her head down.
The two of you felt impossibly close, the heat from Shoko's mouth ghosting over your skin as she blew on your nipple before dragging her tongue from your chest up to your neck.
She sucked on your clavicle momentarily, pressing a soft kiss there. It felt like your heart was going to claw its way out of your ribcage from how fast it was beating. The heat between your legs was unbearable, and you continued to rub them together helplessly, trying to find some kind of semblance of friction, much to Shoko's amusement. She let out a snicker as she latched onto your neck, suckling on the skin before she bit down down hard, tongue lapping at the indent on your skin immediately after. You let out a shaky moan.
"What's wrong?" she whispered against your neck. "You're awfully quiet for a change. Scared someone's gonna come in here and see you sitting so nicely in my lap, waiting to get fucked?"
"Ah, no, I –" you slapped your hand over your mouth as her fingers finally dipped beneath the elastic of your underwear, circling your clit lazily. "I locked the door after Iji–" Shoko bit down again, your words cutting off into another moan, "– he, after he left."
Shoko hummed, licking up your neck, pinching your ear lobe with her teeth, pulling slightly. She mumbled something into your neck that you couldn't quite pick up, but you weren't focusing on that.
"Fuck," she exhaled your name against your neck shakily, withdrawing her hand from your underwear, spreading her fingers in fascination, your wetness ebbing between them. "Look at you."
You whined at the loss of her touch, wrapping both hands around her wrist, bringing it to your mouth again, swirling your tongue around her fingers earnestly. You moaned when she pushed them in further, gagging as she rubbed them on the flat of your tongue. Saliva pooled in your mouth, spilling around Shoko's fingers, down your chin. She ducked down, removing her hand, and replaced it with her tongue, licking up spit that trickled down your chin.
She kissed you ferociously, like she was starving and you were the only thing that could satiate her. She licked into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours messily, moaning into your mouth when you hooked an arm around her neck, pulling her closer to you roughly, fingers sliding against her skin.
She was so warm. Heat radiated off of her in waves, rippling against you, seeping into your skin, warming you in turn. Your skin burned from how close you were to her, but you wanted more, you needed more. Your fingers clawed at the collar of her shirt, pulling helplessly until she pulled back, her laughter coming out in gasps as she tried to catch her breath.
She rested her forehead against yours as she unbuttoned her shirt, your breath mingling. You let out a soft laugh as your hand moved to the bottom of her shirt, sliding beneath the material, up her body, helping her slide it off.
"C'mon, off, off, off," you said, impatient.
"So bossy."
You didn't bother to deny it, sending her a smirk as you shifted in her lap, moving to stand. Shoko patted your ass when you stood straight, snorting as your legs buckled slightly, ignoring the glare you sent her. She rose herself, stepping around, and bent down, to the forgotten lighter on the floor. You wrapped your arms around her waist as she lit another cigarette, your cheek plastered to her back, fingers dancing along the waistband of her trousers.
You relinquished your grip on her when she turned to face you, leaning back against the edge of her desk. Her eyes dragged up your body, from your still buttoned jeans, to the fine line scratches along you stomach and chest, and the bite marks indenting your neck.
She placed your arms around her neck as she rested hers on your waist, her free hand dipping below your jeans, cupping the flesh of your ass as she kissed you. You threaded your fingers into Shoko's hair, smiling against her lips as she sighed into your mouth, her tongue running along your teeth, tang from the earlier whiskey, and the earthy taste of smoke seeping into your mouth.
"You wanna cum?" she asked against your lips, smiling when you nodded.
She pulled back from you, placing the cigarette back into her mouth, and placed both hands on your waist, moving you forward, bracketing her thigh with both of yours. She leaned back further, pushing her thigh up, her fingers digging into your waist as she encouraged you to start rocking your hips.
You could feel your slick leaking out of you, your underwear sliding across you messily, and your head fell onto Shoko's shoulder as she moved you, thumbs hooked into your belt loops. The seam of your jeans dragged against your clit slowly, making you jerk, low pressure building in the pit of your stomach as Shoko established a rhythm.
You turned to face her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her skin. She groaned quietly as you nipped at her gently, red blooming under your teeth, and you lapped at the forming bruise with your tongue, the taste of her overwhelming you. She was everywhere, below you, hands tight at your waist, pushing you down further onto her thigh, making you shake, above you, whispering filth as you kissed her. It was dizzying, the intensity, and you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you ground down.
"Are you close? Are you gonna cum for me?"
"Yes," you replied breathlessly, bowing against her chest. "I'm so close. I'm so clo–"
You broke off with a choked moan as she bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, tongue lapping at the salty expanse of your skin after. You seized against her as your hips stuttered, your orgasm ripping through you. Warmth spread through your body as Shoko's grip on your waist tightened, continuing to move you against her thigh, encouraging you to ride it out.
You slumped against her chest, burying your face in her tits, mouthing at the soft skin there, letting Shoko move you as she pleased, jerking in her hold. She dragged you slowly over her thigh, the seam of your jeans pushing against your clit as she held you down, hands sliding from your waist into your jeans, cupping your ass again, fingers slipping beneath your underwear, kneading your flesh.
You licked up from her cleavage to her neck, hands moving to her shoulders, pulling at the straps of her bra, letting them snap back onto her skin. The cigarette between her lips still burned.
"I want to kiss you," you whispered, reaching up to pluck it out from her mouth.
But she leaned out of your touch, tongue darting out. She flipped the cigarette around, into her mouth, and leaned back down, pressing her lips to yours roughly. You made a noise of surprise at the act, but closed your eyes, kissing her back with matched intensity until she pulled away. She flipped the cigarette back around, blowing smoke into your face as she exhaled, eyes dark.
"That was hot," you said lowly as the smoke dissipated around the two of you.
"Yeah?"
She removed a hand from your jeans, removing the cigarette from her lips, tapping the ash off.
"Yeah."
She stood straight, the hand still in your jeans holding you steady as your legs buckled slightly as you straightened. You looped your arms around her neck, pulling her back down to you. She kissed you earnestly, tongue sliding against yours, the taste of nicotine mingling between you. She brought her hand to the front of your jeans, unbuttoning them, sliding the zipper down.
You continued to kiss her as best as you could as you hurriedly tried to pull off your jeans, almost tripping over when you struggled to get them over your shoes. You sent Shoko a glare when she steadied you again, laughing quietly. She helped you remove them, and tossed them elsewhere. She brought the cigarette to her lips, sizzle of the embers burning cutting through the silence that filled the room as the two of you stared at one another. Shoko exhaled through her mouth, blowing the smoke to the side as she sat back down, and beckoned you. You climbed into her lap, resting your back against her chest.
Shoko pulled your left leg up, hand slotting beneath your knee, nails digging into your thigh, spreading you out, sending a delicious shiver down your spine as you shifted to get comfortable.
"What do you want?" she asked, nipping the shell of your ear. "Tell me."
"I want your fingers."
She hummed, and brought her hand to your mouth, placing the cigarette between your lips gently. It tasted faintly like her lip gloss, and you inhaled, coughing slightly at the burn. Her hand travelled down the front of your body, pinching your nipples gently, and dragging down your stomach. You jerked up into her palm as she cupped you over your underwear, twisting the damp material between her thumb and forefinger. You could feel her lips spread against your ear.
"All for me."
It wasn't a question. It never was.
Shoko pulled your underwear to the side, dipping a finger into your pussy, coating it in your essence. You removed the cigarette from your mouth, leaning on the edge of the desk as you tapped ash off the end of it.
Shoko idly dragged her finger up and down your slit, purposefully ignoring your clit, short laugh coming from her every time you bucked up into her hand in expectation. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, sure that Shoko wanted to drag out your next one for as long as she could.
The smell of tobacco filled the air as you watched her continue to tease you, featherlight touch ghosting over your clit for a moment, and you sucked in a breath through your clenched teeth, tossing your head back onto Shoko's shoulder, your leg jerking in her hold. You brought the cigarette back to your lips, inhaling deeply, turning to face Shoko, blowing the smoke into her face. She grinned down at you, craning her neck to kiss you as the smoke mingled between the two of you.
You tapped the ash off when you pulled back, offering it to Shoko after, but she shook her head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, the shell of your ear, and your lobe. She pulled on the piercing you had there, burn flittering down your spine. As you stuttered at the stretch, Shoko's fingers finally circled your clit, in the same lazy manner she had been doing it before.
"More," you whined, grinding up. "Please, baby."
Shoko nipped your ear again. "You'll take what you're being given. Patience."
You sighed in mild annoyance, taking another drag of the cigarette, the burn almost as pleasurable as the knot forming as Shoko's fingers worked, coiling around itself little by little, waiting patiently to snap. You looked down at Shoko's fingers, middle and ring finger idly moving as Shoko kissed up your neck, mumbling compliments to you. Her grip on your thigh was was tight, fingers indenting your flesh, and you exhaled shakily as her thumb softly caressed your skin.
"You look so pretty like this," she murmured against your neck, suckling your skin for a moment. "All spread out, nice and wet. Just for me."
You craned your neck to kiss her again, lips grazing against one another as your chest began to heave, breath coming out in gasps against her mouth as Shoko began to move her fingers a little faster, setting a new pace. She pulled away from you, just to stare, brown eyes shining in the soft glow of the lights. You ground against her fingers, chasing your orgasm, chanting her name breathlessly. You felt your eyes gloss over as the muscles in your stomach pulled ridiculously taught, coil so tight you thought you might pass out. The sound of your garbled begging, and Shoko's mutterings of praise against your cheek filled the room.
Your orgasm washed over you almost violently; your body seized up, shaking as Shoko continued to rub your clit through your orgasm, kissing your cheek. You gripped her arm tightly, moaning as your head lolled against her shoulder as you jerked up into her hand.
"So good," she whispered into your hair, your name spilling from her lips filthily, like you were the one that had just made her cum. Her fingers never stopped moving, your hips continuing to buck up as you came to your senses, hazy pleasure washing over you. "You're so good for me."
"Oh, God," you breathed out, blinking repeatedly.
Shoko smiled down at you as your vision cleared, capturing your lips in another kiss. You dropped the forgotten cigarette into the ash tray, using the same arm to pull her closer to you despite the awkward angle. Shoko hummed against your lips, gripping your thigh tighter, encouraging you to sit further in her lap. She draped your leg over the arm of the chair, so her left arm was now free. It snaked up your body, nails scratching fine lines into your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. She palmed your breasts as she kissed you, and you pulled away for a moment.
"You and my fucking boobs," you muttered between kisses. You felt Shoko grin against you, and she pinched your nipple in reply.
"What can I say, hm? I'm a simple woman," she said, pulling it lightly. She kissed the edge of your lips, your cheek, your jawline, and your temple, resting her cheek against your head.
Your legs shook as Shoko dragged a finger up and down your slit, almost frictionless now that you had cum twice. You could feel your previous releases leaking out of you, cool against your hot skin, dripping down the inside of your thighs. Shoko began to circle your clit again, sensitive bud sending shocks up your spine and you twitched in her hold. Shoko snickered against your hair, twisting your nipple between her thumb and forefinger as you gasped, orgasm building again. It wouldn't take much for you to cum again, you were still coming down from your previous one. Shoko knew this, and took full advantaged of the fact. Her fingers, though slippery with your cum, still managed to keep a steady rhythm against your clit, jolts of pleasure making you buck up into her hand, grasping at her arm with your own.
You shuddered as your third orgasm rocked through your body, panting as you watched Shoko retract her fingers from you, bringing them to her own mouth. She moaned around them, eyes sliding closed as she licked them clean. You watched her with rapt attention, the way her throat bobbed as her tongue worked over her fingers, the way she exhaled heavily through her nose, shuffling in the seat. It made you giddy, the fact that she was just as affected as you were.
You attempted to push yourself up further, but you felt like jelly, and unceremoniously flopped back onto Shoko's chest. Her arm shot out, holding you in place against her.
"What is it?"
"I want to see you. Your face – I –" you broke off with an embarrassed laugh. You managed to pull yourself up, ache in your leg setting in from it being held up for so long. You groaned, slowly flipping yourself around, so you were straddling her. "Hi."
"Hi."
"You're so beautiful."
"Mm, not as beautiful as you," she replied, hands running down your body before resting on your hip. She leaned up to kiss you, exhaling your name lowly between kisses, squeezing your hip. "Fuck, look at you."
You felt your face flush as you wrung your hands around her neck, fingers slipping into her hair. You pulled her head back slightly, and bent down to kiss her, lips slotting together nicely as you kissed. Shoko's hands rested on your ass cheeks, digging into the flesh. You sucked her bottom lip into your mouth, the taste of yourself on her lips making you groan softly against her.
Your body buzzed as Shoko moved her hand, sticking it between the two of you, beginning to circle your clit again. You pressed your forehead against Shoko's when you broke the kiss, your breath coming out raggedly, torn between grinding down on her fingers, or pulling yourself away from the pleasure, bordering on pain that tingled through you.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, fingers still moving steadily.
"A little," you replied, squeezing your eyes shut with a shuddering sigh.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N– ah, no."
"How many times have you cum so far?"
"Th–three."
"You're so greedy."
You moaned in agreement, hips moving in tandem with Shoko's fingers, vision hazy. You let your head drop to her shoulder, biting down as she stopped suddenly, pressing down on your clit roughly, spit pooling in your mouth.
"Do you want to cum again?"
"Yes, yes, please, Shoko, please," you whimpered against her shoulder, tongue darting out to lick up the drool that spilled from your lips onto Shoko's skin.
"Well, who am I to deny my pretty girl anything?"
Your thanks came out garbled, muffled by the warmth of Shoko's skin, your fingers digging into the roots of her hair, the soft groan she let out ringing in your ears. You pulled on it as she swiped at your clit messily, body jerking in her lap. She hissed as you tugged her head back roughly, pulling yourself up to kiss her hungrily and sloppily, teeth clacking against each other, tongues sliding together messily, spit pooling between you.
You pulled back, and Shoko chased after you, breathing heavily against your lips, suckling your bottom one into her mouth, biting it gently, holding you in place as you came, relishing in the noises that spilled out of your mouth and into hers. Your arms dropped from Shoko's hair, resting on the back of the chair. You let your spit collect on your tongue, and opened your mouth, fighting the urge to giggle as Shoko's eyes lit up, releasing your lip, and opened her mouth expectantly.
The glob of spit dropped onto her tongue, sliding down it, and Shoko leaned back and swallowed it, eyes sliding closed. She brought her fingers to your mouth, rubbing them against your lips, the taste of yourself smearing against them, seeping into your mouth as you sucked them in, swirling your tongue around them. Shoko watched as you sucked on them greedily, your head bobbing enthusiastically, and you looked down at her with matched intensity, lips quirking up into a smile.
You bit down on them gently, your tongue running up the sides of them as she pushed them further into your mouth, running them along the ridges of your teeth. Shoko's eyes never left your mouth, the way her fingers slid in and out of you messily, your hollowed cheeks, your lips swollen from kissing, shining with your own release.
"One more," she whispered, leaning forward, her lips ghosting across yours. Her fingers, still wet from your mouth, trailed down your front, back down to your pussy. "You can take one more."
Her fingers circled your entrance, middle finger dipping in shallowly a few times, her eyes flickering over your face, drinking in your expressions. Your eyebrows furrowed as you ground your hips down to meet the shallow thrusts of Shoko's finger. Her grip on your waist was bruising as her ring finger slipped in besides her middle.
Your head dropped onto her shoulder again as you pushed yourself down onto her fingers, your cunt sucking them in greedily. Shoko groaned softly below you as she pistoned them in and out of you. You ground down onto the palm of her hand, heel of it catching against your swollen clit, and your vision swam. She watched you with rapt attention, your eyes squeezed shut as you desperately moved against her hand, chasing the feeling. You begged for your release quietly, quiet enough that Shoko hardly heard you.
"Touch yourself," she said, breathing uneven.
You nodded, and removed a hand from the back of the chair, sliding it down your body, to your clit. You swiped over it a few times, oversensitive bud twitching at the motion, your back spasming. Your body bowed against Shoko as you tried to establish a rhythm with Shoko's fingers, yours slippery with your slick. You whined into her chest as the heat in your stomach spread up to your torso, engulfing you completely.
Shoko's fingers curled against your walls, and you collapsed against her as your vision went white. She huffed out a laugh into your ear as she continued to press down against the spongy spot inside you, steady and unrelenting. You attempted to sit up again, your mind misty from pleasure, and full of Shoko. Your body buzzed as her other hand roamed your body. It was everywhere; squeezing your ass as she pulled you up and down on her fingers, ghosting across your chest to squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples, to grab at your chin, and pull you up into a messy kiss as she continued her onslaught against your g-spot.
You stuttered against her, clenching around her fingers as you came, spilling around them onto her thighs. Yours shook as you struggled to hold yourself up, your breaths coming out raggedly, your chest heaving. Shoko didn't stop moving her fingers, and you struggled in her hold, oversensitivity setting in, making your body jerk.
"I feel weird, Shoko," you ground out, torn between moving away or staying.
"Weird how?"
"I feel – I feel like I need to pee."
"Really?"
"Really. Can I – can I get up? It's –"
You broke off as Shoko ignored your concerns, fingers still moving steadily, the pressure in your abdomen building. You heaved as it became unbearable, your vision spotting, not wanting to make more of a mess than you already had, trying to hold everything in.
"Aw, don't leave me hanging," Shoko cooed against your lips, hand caressing your ass. "Let go for me. You've been such a good girl this whole time."
You choked out her name, your forehead resting on hers. The smell of her engulfed you, her sweet perfume mixed with the lingering of nicotine. You pressed your lips to hers shakily as your hips bucked, chasing the pressure that was threatening to release.
Your fingers dug into Shoko's shoulders, grounding you as you shook in her hold, gushing over her hand and onto her thighs. She laughed, delighted, peeling you away from her for a second to look at the mess you made, fingers finally retracting from your aching pussy.
They circled your entrance for a final time before Shoko trailed them up and down your slit, spreading your release over you. You jolted as they ghosted over your clit for a second, but Shoko was quick to remove them, bringing her hand back up to look at her fingers with fascination. They were soaked, dripping your cum, and you pressed your face into Shoko's neck, embarrassed.
You kissed her neck lazily as she sucked her fingers clean, soft moans coming from her as she did so.
"I'll be taking these," she said as you lay against her, catching your breath.
You blinked up at her blearily. "Take – take what?"
"These," she snapped the elastic of your underwear, snickering when you twitched.
"Pervert," you replied.
"Yes, yes, you caught me. I'm gonna go home and jerk off to my girlfriends panties," she grinned when you scowled up at her. "You can watch if you want."
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