── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑. ❩ oops! jabber accidentally ate some aphrodisiac.. and he passed it on to you from a kiss, now he can’t stop fucking you!
୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - use of drugs, pet names, (ma, mama, sweetheart), p in v, rushed, not proofread, squirting, overstimulation/overwhelmed, multiple rounds/orgasm, timeskip cus i got lazy, don’t interact if you’re uncomfortable, wc - 1.4k
୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - jabber wonger x fem! reader
you didn’t noticed how jabber has been acting weird.
i mean you obviously knew jabber was the type to be on drugs, but this drug wasn’t the type to easily fade away. he was on fucking aphrodisiac.
but now, jabber was sitting on the couch, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the ceiling. his pupils were dilated and his skin was flushed. he had been acting weird all day, more touchy and needy than usual. when you walked in the room, he immediately sat up and looked at you with a hungry gaze.
“hey jabber,” you smiled.
he licked his lips as he watched you approach. his hands were shaking slightly as he rubbed his knees. “hey ma,” he replied, his voice low and husky. he shifted on the couch, spreading his legs slightly. “come here for a sec.”
you giggled as you jumped into his lap. as soon as you landed on his lap, jabber's arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. his hands began to roam over your body, squeezing and kneading your curves.
his scent immediately was different, it was more stronger and more obvious whatever he did before he saw you. the scent of the aphrodisiac was heavy in the air, mingling with jabber's natural scent. it was musky and sweet, designed to drive anyone crazy with desire.
jabber's breath was hot against your neck as he continued to nuzzle and kiss your skin.
jabber's hands moved under your shirt, his fingers splaying out to touch your stomach possessively. he was getting more and more aroused by the second, the aphrodisiac fueling his already high sex drive. his cock was already hard and pressing against your ass through his pants.
you cupped jabbers face, “did you take something jabber?” you asked.
he nuzzled into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before meeting yours again. "mmm," he hummed softly, his hips shifting beneath you restlessly. "just... something to help me relax," he lied poorly, his voice thick with desire. "does it bother you?"
“i’m just asking,” you rolled your eyes.
he smirked against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs tightly. "you know i'd never do anything you didn't want, sweetheart," he murmured, but his actions betrayed his words as he ground his hips up against you, his hard length pressing insistently between your bodies. "besides, you jumped in my lap."
you hummed as he chuckled darkly, feeling you relax into his touch. jabber's lips found yours in a heated, sloppy kiss. he tasted like sugar and something chemical—probably the aphrodisiac mixed with whatever else he had taken. his tongue pushed past your lips greedily, and one of his hands slid into your hair to hold you closer.
suddenly you felt the drug rushing through your system, you instantly felt hot and overwhelmed. and jabber noticed the sudden change in your demeanor. he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. he saw your pupils dilatation and the flush spreading across your cheeks.
a satisfied smirk played on his lips as he realized the drug was taking effect on you as well.
jabber's eyes widened with lust as you suddenly took off your shirt and started rubbing your bare breasts against his chest. he groaned loudly, his hands immediately moving to squeeze your tits possessively.
jabber's shirt was off in seconds, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. he could see you were completely overwhelmed by the drug, your body shaking with need. his hands moved to yours, stopping you from tugging at his waistband desperately. "shh, baby... i got you,"
jabber took his pants off, including yours. the drug was hitting jabber harder now, his cock throbbing against your stomach. you moan painfully, you were wet and swollen.
he positioned himself between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs wider. he looked down at your pretty pussy, glistening with wetness. without warning, he grabbed his thick length and pressed the head against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit.
you moan pulling yourself closer to jabber, “please jabber.. hurry..”
jabber didn't need any more encouragement—he slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length inside you in one brutal thrust. you screamed out as he bottomed out against your cervix, his thick cock stretching you painfully good.
you gasp, arching your back off the couch.
jabber groaned loudly as your tight, wet pussy clenched around him like a vice. the drug was making everything feel incredible—your pussy was like velvet heat wrapped around his cock. he started fucking you hard and fast, his hips slapping against yours loudly.
he pounded into you relentlessly, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he spread you wide open. the couch creaked beneath you with each forceful thrust. jabber's eyes rolled back as he felt your walls fluttering around him.
jabber noticed your body tightening and your breathing growing shallower. he knew you were close. the drug was making his own orgasm build quickly too—his balls were already drawing up tightly. he reached down and started rubbing your clit vigorously with his thumb while still slamming into you.
you cried out, squirting on his cock. although the feeling didn’t go away, it made you needy.
jabber groaned loudly as he felt your warm, sticky squirt hit his stomach and cock. your pussy gushing non-stop onto his thick length. he kept fucking you through it, his thumb pressing hard on your clit.
the constant stimulation on your clit was driving you crazy—you couldn't stop squirting as he fucked you mercilessly through your orgasm. jabber felt his own climax approaching rapidly. he leaned down and bit your neck hard, growling as he started coming inside you.
“more jabber.. more..” you whined, locking your legs around his waist.
jabber groaned at your needy demand, your pussy felt amazing wrapped around his sensitive cock, still hard and leaking cum inside you. he started thrusting again slowly, knowing you weren't close to being satisfied.
he began to fuck you slowly and deeply, his hands gripping your hips tightly. the drug was making his stamina insane—he could keep going for hours at this rate. he looked down at your messy, used pussy filled with his cum and your squirt, and started fucking you harder again, the couch creaking loudly.
hours passed in a blur of fucking—your pussy was constantly filled with his cum, leaking out onto the couch. the aphrodisiac kept making you horny and needy, begging for more every time he slowed down. he'd already made you squirt multiple times, your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
at some point, jabber lost track of time and reality. the aphrodisiac had completely taken over his senses, making him fuck you like crazy. your pussy was red, swollen, and constantly squirted or climaxing every time he touched your clit.
his thrusts became erratic and brutal, his breath coming out in loud grunts. he could feel another orgasm building, his cock aching with the need to release again. he grabbed your legs and pushed them back towards your chest, fucking you at an angle that made him hit your cervix with every thrust.
you screamed as he pounded into your cervix repeatedly, the sensation overwhelming. your pussy gushed uncontrollably, squirting all over his cock with each deep thrust. he came again inside you, filling you up once more as the drug pushed him to keep going without stopping.
he kept fucking you through your orgasm again, his thick length throbbing inside your pussy. the combination of his cum and your squirting fluids created a constant mess, dripping out of your stretched hole and soaking the couch beneath you. he suddenly grabbed your throat and started fucking you harder, deeper.
after what felt like an eternity, jabber finally slowed down and collapsed on top of you, his spent cock slipping out of your pussy. you were completely exhausted, your body and mind overwhelmed by the intense and never-ending pleasure. then finally, you fell into a deep sleep.
because his dick was sooo good it made you fall asleep..
summary: you should already know that movie night with your roommate jungkook always ends up turning into something more
pairing: roomate!Jungkook × reader
tags: roomate!jungkook, friends with benefits au
wc: ~ 1.8k
warnings: pwp, cockwarming, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, tit play.. free use? if you squint?
notes: this was requested! as always, English is not my first language! so excuse any mistakes
“Wanna watch something?” you ask, standing in the kitchen with a half-finished drink in your hand.
“Yeah. Pick whatever," your roommate Jungkook says from the living room.
He's already on the couch, with his legs spread open and one arm thrown over the backrest. And in classic Jungkook fashion, he’s not wearing any shirt. His chiselled chest is on full display for the enjoyment of your eyes.
You walk over with the cup still in your hand. “Are you sitting in the middle?”
He nods. “And you’re sitting here” he says, patting his lap.
You raise a brow. “On your dick?”
“Yep.” he states, not even blinking. “Keep me warm while we watch the movie.”
You roll your eyes but you’re already setting your drink down on the coffee table and getting close to him. “So needy.”
“For you, pretty? Always” he laughs, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to free his half-hard cock. “Also, is that my shirt?” He grabs his cock and strokes it, but his eyes never leave you.
“It’s comfy” you excuse yourself.
“Mmmh.” He strokes himself lazily. “It looks better on you either way. Off with the shorts tho.”
You shimmy your shorts down and step out of them, taking your panties with them, naked now under the oversized tee. The fabric barely covers your ass.
“That’s better,” he mutters.
You turn around with your back facing him, and climb into his lap.“ Wait. Let me prep you.”
Jungkook’s fingers slide between your legs, stroking your clit with slow, practiced circles. You bite your lip, already arching into his touch.
“You’re wet,” he mutters, pushing two fingers into you without warning. You gasp, grabbing his wrist as he fucks you open.
“Almost there,” he says. “Then I’m putting my cock in this tight pussy.”
Your head falls back on his shoulder. He pumps his fingers faster, thumb flicking your clit until your hips jerk. His fingers work you fast, getting you wet and ready.
“Good?” he asks against your ear.
You nod quickly. “Yeah. Good.”
He pulls his hand back. You reach for his cock, lining him up against your pussy. “Fuck,” he mutters when he bottoms up.
You hum, reaching for the remote and pressing play. The screen lights up, some Avenger movie you have watched like a million times before, and you settle into him.
Jungkook’s hands go under your shirt and grab your tits, and you barely flinch because you know how much he loves your breasts. His thumbs brush against your nipples and you clench around his cock.
“Mmh, that feels good,” you mumble, head tilting back slightly, still looking at the screen.
“Yeah?” he answers softly, pinching your nipple. “Mmmh. Watch, Tony Stark is going to catch that guy playing Galaga ” he says, looking at the screen.
He keeps playing with your nipples. You stay quiet, and let him keep going. You try to pay attention to the movie, you really do, but when you feel his hips slowly move against yours you know what comes next. “I thought we were watching the movie,” you say, not even trying to sound annoyed.
He laughs under his breath, still toying with your nipple. “We were,” he says, giving your tits another squeeze. “But then your tits got in the way. You expect me to focus with these in my hands?” He presses his hips up a little harder, making you gasp.
“You can pause it. We’ll finish it later.” He adds, peppering kisses over your shoulder.
You grab the remote and hit pause, and go back to lean against his chest again.. Your (his) shirt is now pushed up and bunched under your arms.
“Fuck…” he mutters close to your ear,“Your pussy feels so good.”
You press your back harder to his chest and let him fuck up into you while you sink down. “Mmm yeah… don’t stop.” You whisper.
“Trust me, pretty, stopping is not in my plans,” he says. You don’t see his face, but can almost hear the smile on his face. He gives you a deep thrust.
His right hand leaves your tit and goes south. You feel his fingers against your clit, caressing it with light pressure at first, but soon he starts rubbing harder.
“Shit,” you whimper, hips twitching. “Just like that, fuck!”
He keeps with his rhythm. His thick cock drags inside you, hitting that stop that makes you feel so good. Mixed with his hand rubbing your clit, you know your climax is near.
“Feels good?” he says, a little out of breath now.
“Mmmm…so good. F-fuck, Jungkook. I’m close.”
“I got you, pretty” he says, kissing the side of your neck. “Just let go.”
His finger gets rougher against your clit and his cock keeps slamming hard your insides until you cannot hold it anymore. You cum with your mouth half open, and your eyes shut between cries of pleasure. He doesn’t stop right away, letting you clench around him.
“Good girl,” he whispers after a second.
You’re still pulsing around him, your thighs twitching. He remains quiet for a moment, but then he shifts under you, and his hips pull back just a bit, and then he slams against you again, harder and faster this time. His cock, sleek with your juices, slides in and out easily.
“Shit,” he breathes out. “Do you feel that? How are you squeezing me?”
“Mhm. Keep going.” And you can bet he does.
He groans behind you, and his forehead drops to your shoulder. Putting one arm around your waist he holds you in place. His other hand is still on your tit, but he’s not playing with your nipples anymore, too focused on his own pleasure.
“Fuck… where?” he asks, you feel the neediness in his voice. “Tell me.”
You swallow, still fucked-out. “Inside.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Fill me up.” And that is what he needed to send him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck! Pretty, I’m gonna cum.”
Thrusting one last time, he spills into you, painting your walls white and his cock buried all the way inside. His head drops against your shoulder and lets out a laugh. His arm stays around your waist and neither of you move.
After a few quiet seconds, he blinks at the screen. “so… we are watching or what?”
You hum, half-gone. “Play it.”
He grabs the remote, cock still inside you, cum still dripping warm between your thighs.
His hands are back to your tits, his fingers brushing your nipples. “mmm these tits..I love them. Ditch the shirt,” he says, tugging at the fabric bunched around your ribs. “What’s the point if it’s already up here?”
His hand slides under it again. “Just wanna feel you properly.”
You sigh, amused, but lift your arms anyway. He helps you pull the shirt off.. “There we go,” he says, both hands going right back to your chest, like he never left. “Much better. Fuck. Pretty, you’re so fucking soft,” he mutters, almost to himself. “I swear to God I could stay like this all day.”
You lean back into him with a little hum, skin to skin now. His cock stays inside you, and you feel it twitching every so often. You shift a little, trying to get more comfortable. Your thighs are sticky, but you don’t really care.
He hums behind you, mouth at your neck. “You good?”
You nod, eyes on the screen. “Yep.”
Twenty minutes pass, maybe more. You’re zoned out, barely following the movie when you feel it. A light twitch, followed by another, and you know that his cock is starting to get hard again inside you.
You glance back over your shoulder, smirking. “Seriously?”
He doesn’t even look at you. Shrugging, his eyes never leave the screen “Mmmh. It’s because of Black Widow. She’s hot.” You roll your eyes, but your hips already start moving.
You feel him swelling, thickening more with every soft little shift of your hips. Your pussy’s still slick. His hand slides down to your waist again and starts rocking up his hips.
Jungkook’s cock drags out slowly, slides back in even slower but this time hitting a different spot inside you. You cannot control the moans.
“That good?”
You nod, eyes still on the screen. “Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”
He thrust up again, making you moan even louder. Fucking into you with slow but hard thrusts, the movie still going in the background. Moaning softly, you tilt your head back, and his mouth finds your neck. His warm lips place a few kisses on your skin.
“Mmm… Go a bit harder.” Not saying anything, Jungkook shifts under you and grips your waist a bit tighter, thrusting again. You exhale and your hips rock back against his. “Fuck…” you mumble, barely loud enough to hear over the movie.
His cock presses deep, fills you all the way up, and then pulls out just enough to do it again, hitting that sweet spot.
“Shit. Don’t stop, don’t stop! ”
He groans behind you, teeth grazing your neck again. “Yeah? Right there?”
You nod fast. “Fuck, yes. Feels so good.”
You clamp down around him so tight he swears. “Fuck… you’re so fucking tight. Shit.”
“Can I - fuck…” he starts, “Can I cum inside again?”
Not being able to speak, you just let a soft moan out, nodding.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fill you. Fuck!” And he does, warmth spreading between your legs all over again. His arms wrap tight around your waist while both of you reach your climax.
You just melt into him, letting him fill you. For a moment both of you stay quiet, just your heavy breathings can be heard. His cum is dripping out of you again, making your thighs sticky, but honestly you couldn't care less.
Jungkook lets out a laugh “God. We’re disgusting.”
You grin, eyes barely open. “Yeah. Whatever.”
A few seconds pass. The movie’s still playing in the background, long past the point where either of you left off. You glance at the screen, squinting. “We missed, like, twenty minutes.”
He groans, grabs the remote from where it’s wedged between the couch cushions, and starts skipping back. “Ugh. Worth it.”
“You’re leaking all over me,” he mutters when his cum leaks onto his thighs.
“Your fault,” you murmur, head tilted against his. “You’re the one that couldn’t help himself.”
“Help me clean up?”
“Let’s stay like this a bit longer.”
You snort. “You just don’t wanna pull out.”
“Exactly,” he grins, shameless. “It feels too good like this.”
You roll your eyes, but you don’t argue. His cock is still buried inside you, softening slowly. You feel his cum warm between your thighs, his hands cupping your tits again, his chest against your back, and there’s something weirdly comforting about it.
“Besides,” he adds, kissing your shoulder and giving your tits a soft squeeze, “if we wait a little… It'll probably be hard again.”
You huff out a laugh, leaning back into him, knowing a round 3 is just around the corner.
A few sizes up from your friends. Always the one avoiding the mirror in fitting rooms, quietly folding shirts that didn’t quite fit. You weren’t fat, not at all. You were just more. More hips, more softness, more curve. A fuller chest, a rounder ass. And while others called it beautiful, it didn’t always feel that way—not when clothes clung in the wrong places or when eyes lingered for the wrong reasons.
You were pretty. People could see that. But still, some would glance at your body and immediately turn away.
You moved to Japan when you were a child—dual citizenship already handled by your parents—so it wasn’t like you were a stranger here. But if there was one thing you noticed right away, it was this: the women around you were slim. Effortlessly so. And it wasn’t their fault, not something to shame, but… it made you feel like an outlier. Like a foreign stamp on a minimalist painting.
Apparently, an outlier interesting enough to catch the attention of the Armed Detective Agency’s most infamous flirt.
You first met Dazai in a little café filled with pastries and purring kittens. He sat beside you with a cheerful grin, introduced himself like you were old friends, then launched into a monologue about suicide that had you blinking twice. Strange, yes—but everyone has their quirks, and you weren’t one to judge.
Friendship came easily after that. Weekly coffee meetups turned into biweekly ones—sometimes more, depending on his workload, which, you noticed, seemed to bend more often around your schedule than his own. You worked at the café, so he’d show up during your break, and the two of you would sit in the playroom surrounded by cats and conversation.
You noticed it early on—the way his eyes lingered a little too long on your hips where the apron tied tight, or the subtle glance at your chest when you leaned forward to refill the kitten bowls. At first, you chalked it up to curiosity. Maybe he’d just never seen a body like yours up close.
But then came the subtle touches. A fingertip brushing your cheek. A hand on your waist that stayed just a second too long. An “accidental” stumble that landed him squarely in your chest. You weren’t naïve—men had stared before. They just rarely got close enough to touch, let alone talk.
Today, he twirled a loose strand of hair that had escaped your ponytail and gave you that lopsided smile—the one that made your stomach twist in quiet ways.
“You alright, dear?” he asked, voice dipped in mischief.
You caught his game instantly—and he knew you did, judging by the smirk dancing at the edge of his lips when you shot him a sideways glare.
“Fine,” you replied, licking your lips and turning back toward him.
“Mm. You sure? You look a little down.” Always the observer. You’d learned that quickly, especially the day a certain creepy regular stopped showing up after Dazai had a quiet chat with him. You hadn’t asked what he said. You didn’t need to.
You’d told him before—how your friends rarely invited you on shopping trips because most trending stores didn’t carry your size. How you had to shop elsewhere—different brands, different cuts—just to feel like yourself.
“They could’ve invited me to look at anything, not just clothes,” you’d said once, sniffling as he stroked the back of your hand.
He never made you feel embarrassed for it. If anything, Dazai was suspiciously… understanding. Not that you minded.
“Those aren’t friends, darling,” he said now, gently but firmly. “And you’re beautiful. At any size. I can see it clear as day.”
You looked up from where your fingers were intertwined with his, lips parting slightly.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Dazai. It’s okay.”
He scoffed, like you’d just insulted him.
“Lie to you?” he repeated, his grip tightening ever so slightly around your hands. “Do I need to show you just how perfect you are?”
That’s how you ended up here: in his bedroom, your legs spread facing the mirror with Dazai holding you in his lap. You were naked, save for the cute, pink little tights you wore today with the bows at the top. Unlike you, Dazai was fully clothed, expect for his shoes he threw off while dragging you to his bedroom, your lips rushingly chasing each other.
His fingers were plunging in you at an unimaginable speed, their length reaching much farther than you can- massaging your gummy walls and hitting that spot that makes your legs shake as he plunges deeper over and over again.
Your legs wanted to clamp over his hand between your wet thighs, and you really tried to restrain yourself, but with the way his fingers worked inside of you it was impossible to stay still atop him.
Your ass grinded down on him, unintentionally, as you tried to pry away from the overwhelming pleasure you’re receiving. How many times have you orgasmed? Four times? Six? You lost count after three, and these were only from his fingers.
Your legs closed instinctively as you tried to pull off him, but he tutted softly, pulling your legs back open as he holds one open with his elbow and the other under his leg.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Dazai teased. “We’re not done until you’re too dumb to recognize what all this was even for.”
He could be so mean sometimes. And he said it so sweet that it was more of a disguised insult rather than a bit of teasing.
“I-I can’t!” You whined, high pitched as you took in shaky breaths. Your voice was raw by now, the constant moaning and screaming of Dazai’s name, pleases, and pleads.
“Awwww,” he cooed, curling his fingers which made your whole body convulse. “Of course you can. You’re so strong and beautiful, you take it so well.”
Your eyes were teary, water pooling in the corners as he whispered sweet praises into your ear. Your your bottom lip trembled slightly, along with the rest of your body as you came right when he rubbed his thumb over your clit.
Your vision blurred and you opened your mouth in a silent scream, as your body shook once again. Your ears were clogged and your pussy was clenching on his moving fingers. You let out the most pathetic whines while he rubbed your most sensitive spots.
He didn’t stop, and it was obvious he didn’t plan on stopping for much longer.
Whining softly, you grab his hand, trying to pry him away from you sore cunt, though your body is so weak right now you’re not even sure if it was a grab or more of a place of the hand.
“T-too much-” you stuttered out, eyelids fluttering shut. His hand slowed, but his fingers still remained inside you, thrusting slowly.
“Is it, baby?” Dazai hummed softly, his other hand coming up to move the hair out of your face as he trailed kisses on the side of your neck. “You can take a bit more. I know my girl can.”
He pulled his fingers out of you, pushing your body forward a bit as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out. You could feel his hard on pressing on you the entire time you sat on his lap, but now you feel the real flesh of it resting against your back.
Dazai lifted you effortlessly, lining up his cock in your soaking core, while your pussy clenched around nothing- almost begging for him. He slid in easily past the first ring of muscle, then plunged deeper as he sat you all the way down on his cock.
You moaned shamelessly, arm coming up to wrap around the back of his head as your other held onto his wrist.
He didn’t even give you time, thrusting as quickly as his fingers were- and you tightened your grip on his thumb circling your clit, while his other hand played with your breast- squeezing and playing with your nipples.
His mouth made his way to the side of your neck exposed to him- nibbling and sucking on the pale skin he adored so deeply.
You couldn’t even think. The pleasure too much for you and it wasn’t long before you felt that oh so familiar tighten in your belly. But, something about it was different. You couldn’t say anything though- your approaching orgasm and his thrusts and the circle on your clit was just too much and you can right then and there, squirting all over his cock.
“Fuck yes, baby,” Dazai cooed, not stopping his thrusts nor his fingers on your clit, and you could feel as he thrusted his cum up into you. “Look at how perfect you are.”
The hand playing with your breast went to your chin, making your head that lolled back onto his shoulder face the mirror. You opened your eyes slightly, the orgasm still rushing through you.
You were slumped against him, your legs shaking as you squirted onto the tiled floors and soaking his pants. You could see where there was a big spot on his slacks, and the puddle you made under your bodies where you sat at the edge of the bed.
There were fat tears running down your cheeks, and it made your vision all that much blurrier, but you could still see your body bouncing up and down on Dazai’s cock. You were sweating, and it made your body look all oily. His other hand removed from your clit, as well as his cock slowing down inside of you.
You couldn’t remember anything save for his hands all over your body. Your breathing slowed down as he held you still for a while, and after a few minutes your body stopped shaking and you could finally open your eyes fully.
“You back with me, pretty?” Dazai whispered in your ear. His other hand traced from where he held your jaw to rub over your body.
You swallowed softly, your throat dry from moaning his name over and over.
“Mhm,” you hummed. It was really all you could do.
You sniffled softly, but felt him thrust up again slowly, and you whined.
“D-Dazai!” He smirked, thrusting faster.
“Did you really think we were done, baby?” He stroked your wet hair out of your face. “I still have all night to show you just how beautiful you are.”
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who’s almost double your age and gets easily overstimulated when you constantly ask for another round. you were curled up in his arms, bare naked after another intense round of sex. you looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, batting your eyelashes as you asked “one more time?” he groaned internally, already feeling overstimulated from the previous rounds. “sweetheart.. i can’t nut alot anymore like i used to,” he mumbles. but you giggled before roaming your hands around his cock.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who always notices the little things before you even say anything. one day you casually mention wanting a certain snack you saw online, and somehow it’s already sitting on your desk the next morning with a tiny note beside it. he acts like it’s no big deal too, shrugging when you stare at him in shock. “you looked at it for like ten minutes,” he says simply, like that explains everything.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who secretly loves hearing you ask him for things. even something small like wanting dessert at midnight makes him grab his keys immediately. he’ll complain the whole drive there too, acting tired and dramatic, but the second you thank him he’s trying not to smile. “yeah, yeah. don’t make it a habit,” he mutters while already handing you your favorite snack.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who struggles to smoke a cigarette while you ride him. you were riding him reverse cowgirl style, his thick member stretching your tight pussy. as he thrusted his hips up, hitting your cervix just right, he reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand. bringing one to his mouth, he struggled to light it with his free hand, groaning as you continued to bounce on his dick.
you could feel his dick throbbing inside you as he tried to focus on lighting the cigarette. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you down harder onto his cock. the cigarette finally lit, but he couldn't seem to take a drag without moaning or thrusting upwards. “mmm—baby... slow down..”
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who always makes sure you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk. who opens doors without thinking. who instinctively places his hand over sharp corners when you lean down near them. it’s all automatic to him at this point, small habits that make you realize just how deeply he cares about you every single day.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who loves when you’re ovulating because in that way he can breed you. he would pulled your legs up and over his shoulders, changing the angle so he was hitting even deeper. you cried out, feeling him in your womb. he grunted with each thrust, his balls tightening as he thought about filling you with his seed. “gonna breed this pretty pussy...mmm good girl,”
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who calls you pet names more than your actual name at this point. princess when he’s teasing you. sweetheart when he notices you getting shy. baby when he’s tired and just wants to hold you close after a long day. the names slip out so easily from him that hearing your real name almost feels rare.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who eventually gets you pregnant and would non-stop spoil you and your baby together. because mine months later, you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. he had his enjin's eyes and your smile. enjin was overjoyed, treating both you and the baby like precious gems. he spoiled you both non-stop, buying you everything you wanted and showing affection towards your son endlessly.
when it comes to sex, too lilly will definitely tease you.
she would start grinding her fingers against your clothed pussy, applying just enough pressure to tease you but not enough to satisfy you. "does that feel good?" she would ask innocently, knowing damn right it was frustrating.
and not to mention, but she would purr at the sound of you calling her mommy, it only turning her on more. she would continue to grind her fingers against your pussy, pressing harder against your clit. "mmm, does my girl need something?"
her fingers expertly slide under the fabric of your panties, making direct contact with your dampening pussy lips. she starts slowly tracing patterns around your clit, deliberately avoiding putting pressure where you need it most. "let mommy play with her pretty little pussy..." she whispers hoarsely.
she would smile wickedly, seeing how frustrated you were becoming. she would slowly insert one finger into your pussy, but only up to the first knuckle. "such a pretty little pussy.." she would withdraw her finger completely, leaving your pussy unsatisfied.
when she finally decides to stop teasing you, plunging her fingers deep into your pussy and curling them upwards to hit your g-spot. she starts fingering you rapidly and deeply, her other hand coming up to cover your mouth to muffle your moans. "shh, mommy's got you..." she whispers harshly.
you whimper. your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. you arched your back off the mattress, feeling your chest connecting to her chest— feeling her big breast.
and she groans at the feeling of your chest pressing against hers, her large breasts squishing against you. she leans down to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss, swallowing your whimpers as she continues to finger you rapidly. "mmm, such a good girl taking mommy's fingers so well..." she praises between kisses.
as she leans down to kiss your puffy clit, she maintains the rhythm of her fingers inside you. her tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, sucking and licking gently at first before increasing the pressure.
and when you’re about to climax. she was feeling your body tremble and hearing your cries, she sucks your clit harder and presses her fingers deeper inside you, curling them to hit your g-spot with even more precision. she continues to eat you out through your entire orgasm, not stopping until you're completely spent. "there we go..."
she slowly removes her fingers from your sensitive pussy, bringing them to her mouth and sucking your juices off them provocatively. "good girl... mommy's proud of you." she leans in to give you a tender kiss, contrasting with the dirty action she just performed.
𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔
one thing about kyouka.. she loves to use a strap on you.
she's pretty aggressive with it too.. she'll bend you over and just start thrusting hard and deep. she won't be gentle or sweet about it. she'll pull your hair, slap your ass, spread them apart to watch her strap on disappearing inside you.
and yes, she can be soft and sweet sometimes. she'll hold you close, kiss you gently, whisper sweet words in your ear. she'll slowly slide the strap on inside you, holding your hips gently as she moves. she'll look into your eyes as she fucks you, touching your face softly.
her red lips were pressed against yours hungrily, leaving smudged crimson marks across your mouth and neck. she pulled back just slightly, breath ragged, watching the fresh lipstick stains on your skin with satisfaction.
"so pretty like this," she murmured, thumb tracing your swollen lower lip before kissing you again, slower this time, more tender.
she broke the kiss briefly to look down between your bodies. "you can feel that, can't you?" she asked softly, knowing exactly what the toy was doing pressed against your sensitive stomach. she slowly started grinding against you, the toy shifting and pressing against your most sensitive spots.
your moans grew louder and more desperate as she continued her slow, teasing pace. she broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. your sensitive stomach was rubbing against the hard length of the strap-on, making you squirm. "k-kyouka..."
and when she felt your body convulse against hers, your cries of pleasure filling the room. she held you tightly, continuing to grind against you through your orgasm, prolonging the sensation. when you finally came down, she kissed you softly, her red lips smearing more lipstick on your face.
but she wasn’t done.
she leaned down, pressing her face against your belly. her hands spread your legs further apart, and she looked up at you with a hungry expression. without warning, she buried her face between your legs and began to lick your sensitive clit.
when you tried to squirm away, she looked up at you with a pout, red lipstick smeared all over her face and your thighs. "what? too sensitive?" she asked, running her tongue over her lips to taste you. before you could answer, she grabbed your thighs and pulled them back over her shoulders.
she ate you out mercilessly, her tongue flicking and sucking until you were sobbing and begging for mercy. when you finally came again, she held your thighs down and kept licking through it all.
𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀
she’s such a mean girl..
she hummed against your lips, fingers sliding slow and deliberate between your thighs as she deepened the kiss. "you like this?" she murmured against your mouth, not waiting for an answer before pressing harder. her nails traced lazy circles just below where you ached for her. "pathetic how easy you are."
"spread wider," she commanded softly, her fingers still moving slowly but firmly between your legs. "let me see how much you want this." she broke the kiss to look into your eyes, her face inches from yours. "you're so wet already. it's disgusting."
she watched your reaction closely, her fingers curling inside you briefly before pulling out and spreading your wetness around your clit in slow circles. "does it feel good when a girl touches you here?" she asked mockingly, her thumb pressing down hard on your clit. "you must be so desperate."
you moan softly, "look at you, fucking yourself on my hand like a slut," she whispered, adding another finger and curling them just right. "i've never seen anything so gross and hot." she kissed you messily, swallowing your moans.
she hooked her fingers upward, hitting that perfect spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. her other hand snaked around to squeeze your butt hard, pulling you down onto her fingers deeper. "you're gonna come on my fingers like this, aren't you?" she taunted between kisses.
you moaned loudly to her question. "that's it, ride them harder," she panted against your mouth, pumping her fingers faster and curling them relentlessly against your g-spot. her thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles as she felt you tightening around her fingers. "come on, slut. show me how pathetic you are."
she watched as your eyes glazed over, your face twisting into a beautiful mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. you cling to her shoulders, your legs shaking as you grind desperately against her hand. she smirks, knowing she had reduced you to this mess. "there it is,"
as you came down from your high, she slowly pulled her fingers out with a wet pop.
she brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean, watching you closely for the reaction. then she reached behind her back and unbuckled the strap-on harness. "lift your legs," she commanded softly.
you obeyed, "higher," she urged, pulling out the thick strap-on. she grabbed your legs and pushed them back, spreading you wide. "look at this mess," she commented, nudging the tip against your soaking wet folds. "you're ruined."
you looked away— blushing at her statement.
"you blushed so pretty," she teased softly, bringing the tip of the strap-on to circle your clit. "look at you, all spread out and embarrassed. you're such a slut." she laughed softly. "you know what i think?" she asked, pressing the tip inside you slowly.
you slowly arched your back off the mattress, gripping the sheets underneath you. feeling her enter in you inch by inch.
"i think you like this," she continued, thrusting hip forward slowly but firmly. "you like it when a girl treats you like a whore. like this." she snapped her hips again, pushing the strap-on deep inside you. "god, you take it so well."
"mhmm, and you take it so well," she repeated, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. the cock hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. she leaned over you, one hand braced beside your head as she pounded into you relentlessly.
you gasped, babbling nonsense. "shh, just take it," she whispered, her face inches from yours as she fucked you brutally. "take the dick like a good little slut." she captured your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing your babbling moans. her free hand grabbed your thigh, holding your leg up higher.
she changed the angle slightly and you saw stars, your eyes rolling back. "right there?" making you nod weakly.
"that's the spot, isn't it?" she cooed, hitting that perfect angle over and over. the cock was covered with your juices now, making wet slapping sounds as she fucked you aggressively.
𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑
is it canon to say.. she’s a MUNCH?
she's absolutely relentless as well. her tongue flicking, sucking, biting—she's not just eating you out, she's consuming you. every time you try to squirm or pull away from the overwhelming sensations, she just grips your thighs tighter and dives back in with this greedy, hungry enthusiasm.
like she's genuinely obsessed with the taste of you.
she absolutely melts when you moan—makes this delighted little sound against your skin, like your pleasure is her favorite drug. she redoubles her efforts, tongue working faster, lips suctioning tighter around your clit as she devours you with this wet, sloppy hunger. her eyes are half-lidded and drugged-looking, completely lost in the act of eating you.
as she fingers you, her tongue keeps working your clit, never stopping its pleasure on your most sensitive spot. she's crooking her fingers inside you, finding that sweet spot and pressing against it with perfect accuracy—like she knows your body even better than you do.
and she's not quiet about eating you out—her mouth makes all these wet, obscene sounds against your pussy as she licks and fingers you. she's basically making out with your cunt like it's the sexiest mouth she's ever kissed.
she wraps her arms around your thighs, pulling them apart even wider and dragging you closer to her face. she's so obsessive about eating you out that it's almost scary—her tongue is constantly moving, her fingers pumping in and out of you non-stop.
she pulls her fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and whimpering. she knows exactly what she's doing—teasing the fuck out of you. she spreads your legs wider apart with her shoulders, getting comfortable between them.
she presses her thighs against yours, trapping your legs between hers. she starts to move her legs slowly, grinding them together and against your pussy, creating a delicious friction. she's scissoring you gently at first, letting the sensation build before she starts moving faster and harder.
she picks up the pace, her thighs working against your clit with perfect pressure. she knows exactly how to use her strong legs to give you pleasure—she's basically fucking you with her thighs.
you eventually cried out, squirting right on her.
she smiles at the sight of you squirting, loving how her scissoring is making you utterly helpless and turned on. she keeps going even harder, her thighs moving faster andpressing deeper against your clit. the wet sounds of her legs rubbing against your soaked pussy fill the room.
He may look young, but he's not innocent, and it definitely wasn't his first time. He knew the score and made full use of my mouth, until he was running on empty.
Confident, cocky, and full of cum . . . well, he's now two out of three, but he'll be back once he's refuelled.
