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summary.. you thought you had found some alone time with you, and your mighty little vibrator. but of course, all fun is always short-lived
tags.. canon-divergence (i have never written for mark or any of his variants nor have i read the comics, so, mohawk will be a little ooc and i apologize for that. also this ofc doesn’t really follow the plot of his dimension) / rough sex / overstimulation / he’s lowkey a dick / multiple orgasms / lowkey pain kink / reader is into everything ofc / light use of pet names / unrealistic descriptions of sex(?) /
authors notes.. i want to start writing for invincible and truthfully this is the first thing that came to mind. between mohawk mark and cap(?) mark, they will be written for the most cause imo they are the finest 😔. also please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes.
The mental checklist cycled through your brain quickly as your eyes peered about your room. Door locked? Check. Music playing from your tv a little too loud? Check. Your fully charged, pretty blue vibrator waiting patiently on your bed? The final and most important check of all. Between work, school, and juggling a relationship with your beloved boyfriend; finding time for self-pleasure was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Of course, most of your sexual needs were satisfied by your partner— however, there was nothing like taking the time to yourself, easing towards your orgasm in solitude.
You tugged the bottoms you wore down, thumbs hooking onto the elastic of your panties in the process. In one fluid motion you tossed them off your body and onto the ground, dropping to your bed back first with excitement brewing deep within your tummy. You reached down for the little vibe, examining the hollow opening that allowed the most perfect suction.
You remembered getting the device randomly one night, even paying extra for expedited shipping— a clear indication of your own desperation.
A finger flicked out to press against the button, holding it for a moment before the little toy revved to life. Little, yet so powerful; varying in several modes that tailored to your needs perfectly.
You always started slow, lowering the vibe to your breast and allowing the suction to flutter over your nipple— it slowly hardening from the attention. Your lips parted, along with your legs, allowing your free hand to lower to your folds, petting the soft skin slowly. A breath escaped as that familiar feeling danced across your body, warming you up inside at a gentle pace.
You spread yourself open, lowering a finger over your bud and slowly rolling it into tight circles. Your hips instinctively caught onto the rhythm, twitching at every special turn of your finger pad on your sensitive clit.
Soon enough you were growing impatient, knowing at any moment family could knock at your door for some random inconvenience. With that said, you lifted the toy from your breast, lowering it down between your legs. It always took a moment for you to align the hole with your clit, eyes squinting as if trying to visualize the perfect angle.
But the moment you got it, the moment you felt those delicious vibrations right against your sensitive bud, you let out the softest moan, legs opening more as the pleasure grew.
Your finger pressed into the button, amping the power up to its second level, strong vibrations thrumming right against your clit. Your legs began to squeeze shut, hurried breaths falling from your lips as you began to etch closer to your orgasm.
You wanted to personally thank whoever thought of vibrators. As pathetic as that sounded..
Your head knocked back against your pillows, the tightening cord in your stomach nearly snapping when a familiar sound entered your ears.
“Babe, oh man— I gotta tell you what this gu—..”
In a flash you felt that pleasure melt from your body, your eyes peering open to spot your one and only Markus Grayson standing in your bedroom in all his glory. His glory being that godforsaken supersuit and the stupidest grin on his features.
Which only seemed to deepen the moment his eyes trailed down your body.
Curse you for forgetting to close and lock your window.
“What’s this?.. Having fun without me?”
You opened your mouth to speak, yelping as wind flew past you far too quickly. Mark was a blur for a moment before he stood still beside your bed, currently inspecting something in his hand.
You quickly realized that it was your vibrator, under his inspection.
“The fuck is this..”
“It’s—“ You moved to your knees, reaching out for it, only for him to hold his hand higher, cackling to himself. You gave an aggravated huff, hands dropping to your thighs.
“— a vibrator.. It’s a vibrator.” You murmured, trying to ignore the tinge of shame invading your form. Of course, the two of you have talked about masturbation, but toys were a different story. You’ve heard plenty of horror tales of men growing angry at their women for using them in the first place.
All that ego man stuff.. blah, blah, blah. And as much as you loved Mark, he was a man.. with a ridiculously big ego.
Your eyes slowly trailed up his body back to his face, watching the way an unrecognizable glint developed in his dark eyes. His gloved fingers tapped against the toy, fiddling with the settings, turning it off and on completely.
“A vibrator huh?..” Mark hummed, more to himself than you, gaze switching between the vibe and your features for a moment before a devious smirk pulled his lips.
Before you could think Mark was moving closer, using a hand to push you back onto the bed whilst the other went for your legs, tugging them open.
“Let me try.” The grin on his face deepened, reaching down with the toy towards your center. Clumsily, he forced the hole upon your swollen clit, eyes flicking back to your features as he amped up the vibrator.
Your hands clenched, lips parting once more to release a sharp moan. You weren’t alone anymore, released from the mercy of slowly building yourself up. No, Mark had selected one of the highest setting without a care, pressing it right against your already sensitive clit. Your legs threatened to close, hands falling to the bed and gripping your bedsheets tight.
“Ma—mark.. baby please— turn it down..” You whined out, gasping the moment you felt him twist the toy a little, the vibrations hitting your swollen bud at a different angle. Droplets of arousal trickled from your hole that fluttered around nothing, sliding down to your taint.
“Aww.. can someone not handle the little toy?” Mark mocked, twisting the little machine once again and giggling to himself at the high-pitched moans that escaped you. He rose himself high, face hovering close to your own whilst resting on a forearm.
“C’mon baby, you’ve had bigger! Don’t wimp out on me now.”
You couldn’t even dare to reply, far too focused on that band ready to snap in your stomach. Struggled gasps and moans continued to escape, as your legs tightened around his arm— as if trying to decide to push him away or keep him there.
Your decision was null the moment you came, hips rising into the air as you made a mess of his hand and your beloved toy. Your stomach ached, clit feeling raw from all the attention. Your body rested back onto your bed, attempting to calm yourself after your release.
Only to realize the vibrator was still stuck securely to your clit, not having moved an inch despite your orgasm.
You quickly back to fuss, reaching down at your partner’s wrist whilst a strangled, “Ma—mark, let me breathe..” escaped you.
But he didn’t budge, even pulling himself back to his haunches, keeping his one hand steady on the toy whilst the other went for your wrists, securing them into a tight single-handled hold right against your stomach.
“Oh, [Name], I’m not done. I wanna see what else this little thing can do.”
With two more presses, the vibrator was now thrumming at its highest setting, the sound of it on your sloppy cunt nearly echoing over your music— second to the whines and moans that you released.
Your mind was going blank, the pleasure teetering between bliss and pain in one fluid motion. Unlike the Viltrumite before you, you were only human— your stamina not being able to keep up at all. It was growing torturous the longer the toy played at your clit, yet you couldn’t escape. Even as you attempted to move your hands, Mark wasn’t budging an inch— nor was he fazed by the twitching of your legs, eyes so trained on your pussy he was currently tormenting.
It’s not as if Mark had an issue with you using the toy. Not at all, he found it quite amusing actually; you attempting to find pleasure in such a measly device— that couldn’t even began to compare to him at all. It was truly entertaining watching you struggle to keep yourself together, your moans and cries for mercy music to his ears after an already eventful day.
The man had things to share with you, like some idiot that tried to attack him from behind— however that could wait, until after he was satisfied with examining the limits of this little device.
“Such a fucking mess, you’re ruining my gloves, babe.” As cocky as ever, voice clear and loud so you could hear through the blur of your mind. You wanted to cuss at him, maybe tell him to fuck off and wipe that little smirk off his face. But you couldn’t— physically anyway, given any words were turning to jumbled mush that the man couldn’t make out.
Mark even had the nerve to tilt his head, pushing his ear a little closer towards you.
“Huh? What? You say something— I couldn’t hear it over all that moaning and whining of my name.”
If your hands were free you would smack him, but now you could only whine louder, trying your best at an annoyed pout, eyebrows clenched close together.
Mark quickly caught on, laughing to himself as he slowly moved the vibrator in circles on your clit, watching that anger dissolve from your face so quickly. Your eyes were glossy at this point, even rolling back to meet your skull as the pleasure thundered through your body.
And as quickly as it started, your second orgasm came even quicker; erupting from your body in shaky spasms. Your voice was etching on hoarse at this point, seeing white for a moment as you came undone so harshly it began to ache.
Your lover let out a boisterous sound, eyes trained on your messy cunt, your arousal trailing down to the bed, making a little pool of slick.
You panted heavily, struggling to keep your eyes open as they slowly lifted to Mark.
“Mark..” You were able to release, attempting to move your arms again, only to feel his hold tighten. You cried out, wiggling about in desperation.
“Ma—mark! Turn it off— fuck!” Tears of overstimulation were threatening to spill at this point, and in one swift motion you somehow were able to flip onto your stomach, scooting away from the man quickly.
Your face pressed against the bed for a moment, before turning to the side, releasing heavy breaths as your heart pounded against your chest. So focused on calming down, you couldn’t hear anything behind you at all.
Not the sound of Mark chuckling to himself.. his hands moving against his body, or even his clothes falling to your carpeted floor.
You hadn’t realized a thing until a familar hand was locking around your ankle, basically dragging you towards the edge of the bed and up onto your knees.
You rose to your hands, mouth open and ready to practically yell at him until you felt two things. His length prodding at your entrance, and that blasted toy finding your abused clit once again.
In one swift motion Mark was thrusting inside, leaving you unable to adjust with the vibrations buzzing against your swollen bud. Your hands nearly give out, nails digging into the fabric as tears began to stream down your chubby cheeks.
You could no longer form a single coherent sentence, voice switching between hurried gasps and a mush of his name, tangled with the loudest moans. Soon enough you felt his hips move, a bruising pace being set inside you, with little care for your overly sensitive pussy.
You felt Mark move, coming to rest his chest against your back whilst wrapping his arm around your body, leading his hand to gently grab your face— a completely contrast to how he has been ruining you for the past forty-five minutes.
“What a crybaby.. can’t even think straight can you, huh?” His lips pressed right up against your ear, hips flicking back and forth as he fucked you with no remorse. The corner of his mouth twitched, truly entertained by your reactions. The sweet wails you were releasing, the way your pussy clenched and clenched around his length, and how shaky your entire body was overall.
You sniffled and whined, hearing your love cooe as he slid his thumb over your skin. Once again, the only gentleness he’s shown you since he flew in.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? All this attention you’re getting, greedy little pussy..” Mark began to drill into you, now being the only thing keeping you sitting upright at this point. “Can barely handle me, yet you go out and buy this toy— isn’t that funny, baby? Hm?”
The man spoke to you so easily, fully expecting you to reply to the best of your ability. But you were only releasing whimpers, completely lost to the feeling that flipped between pain and pleasure.
Mark chuckled at this, pressing the toy just a bit harder against you.
“Guess you’re too fucked out to speak, huh?”
That was an understatement, truly. The word itself didn’t exactly describe how you felt. Your entire body was trembling, the two sensations of his dick and your toy eliminating any logical thinking inside your brain. You couldn’t care less about being too loud for your family or even neighbors, no, your entire focus collected into a single point, the orgasm that was rushing towards you extremely fast.
A mix of encouraging words and mockery was being purred right into your ear, followed by quick laughter with every cry you let out. Mark always enjoyed pushing your limits, especially in the bed room.
You were human, sure, but he didn’t care. He simply loved watching you struggle to keep up with anything he did, acting so cruelly only to praise you later on. A never ending cycle that he didn’t plan to change anytime soon.
“Clenching me like a fucking vice, you’re about to come aren’t you?” He questioned, fucking into you so deeply, his tip prodding against that spongy spot that caused stars to intrude your vision. The man listened to your whine, deciding to take it as approval to his previous question.
Mark grinned to himself, pulling back and allowing your body to land on the bed. Instead his free hand gripped your hip lifting you just enough to drill into that same spot perfectly.
“Go on then, come— soak the sheets while you’re at it.”
Your fingers dug into the bed, reduced to babbles as your sheets became soaked from your arousal, sweat, and tears. With blurry vision and muffled hearing you came undone, a prolonged bellow of his name escaping your aching throat. You jerked and jolted, making a mess of his cock and the bed beneath— just like he hoped.
The man’s hand smoothed across your ass, clearly soothing you as those sweet praises from his lips, continuing to chase his own orgasm. Moments passed before his hips stuttered, his load spilling into you, some trickling out from your stuffed hole.
You breathed heavily, feeling your body relax the moment the man pulled out and removed the still buzzing vibrator from your clit. You melted into the bed completely, caring less for the smell of sex and soaked blankets beneath you. Your legs trembled from the aftershocks, eyes closed as you attempted to catch your breath— and with that being your entire focus, you basically jumped out your skin the moment Mark’s hand fell to your thigh.
The man laughed, smoothing his fingers across your heated skin.
“Relax, I’ve finished my little test.. for now.”
“You’re..” You struggled to say, moving your head a little to glance back at your boyfriend. “— such a dick.”
The man grinned back at you, hands gliding up to your ass to grip whilst coming to hover over you, planting a kiss against your shoulder.
“I know. And I’m gonna be an even worse one the moment you catch your breath.”
୭ৎ beach day with husband!toji and your kids. (gone wrong.)
thick!milf!reader. suggestive. lowkey self-indulgent but this is the swimsuit we’re wearing for this blurb. megumi is three years old, reader & toji have a 1yr old daughter <3.
the sun is beating down, the air smells like salt and sunscreen, and you’re already regretting letting toji pack the drinks.
because, of course, when you open the cooler, there’s six root beers—six—and then, for the rest of the family?
four sad little water bottles.
four.
“toji.” you say it flat, looking into the cooler like maybe if you stare hard enough, a pack of juice boxes will appear. “you wanna explain this?”
he’s setting down reina’s little bucket near the blanket, not even looking at you. “what? i got drinks.”
“for yourself.” you pick up one of the sweating brown bottles and shake it. “this is all root beer. and four waters. for me, megumi, and reina. in ninety-degree weather. you wanna explain yourself again?”
he squints against the sun, like that’s gonna help. “ma, i’ll share.”
“no, you won’t, you root-beer-hoarding-bitch. and who’s driving us back, huh? who’s supposed to be hydrated and responsible?”
his mouth curves into that infuriating smirk. “me.”
“yeah, you, with your damn caffeine rush and no water in your system. you’re gonna pass out before we even hit the highway.” you pop open the cooler lid dramatically. “root beer, root beer, root beer—oh look! water! oh wait. only four.”
megumi, who’s been crouched by the tidepool with a shovel, pipes up. “mama, papa’s not gonna die. he not—hiccup!—that weak.”
“gumi.” you point at him like he’s the jury. “he is gonna pass if he keeps drinking root beer instead of water.”
toji just shrugs, muscles flexing as he digs in the sand for reina’s shovel. “can’t help it if root beer tastes better.”
you roll your eyes so hard you swear you see the inside of your skull.
and then, of course, the staring starts.
you’re bent over the cooler, rummaging for one of the waters so you can hoard it for yourself, when you feel it—that look. the one that makes the air go hot even though the sun’s already frying you alive.
you glance over your shoulder, and there he is. just… staring. silent.
“what.”
he doesn’t even blink. “nothin’.”
you straighten up slow, suspicious. “don’t ‘nothin’’ me, fushiguro. what’s wrong with you.”
he’s leaning back on his hands, sunglasses down low on his nose, mouth way too relaxed. “i said nothin’.”
and you know damn well what that means. every time he gets this quiet, it’s because he’s thinking something foul.
your eyes drop automatically—and there it is. the fat, what looks like half-hard print, not even subtle, pressing against the fabric of his swim trunks.
“oh my God, toji.” you hiss it under your breath, glancing at megumi, who’s thankfully still too busy poking at the sand to notice. “you serious right now?”
“what?” he says, like you didn’t just catch him rock-hard on family beach day.
“don’t ‘what’ me! you’re—you’re doing this in public?” your voice got quieter, “with our kids right here?”
he grins lazy. “wasn’t plannin’ on it, ma. but then you showed up in that little hello kitty thing…”
you gape at him. “you’re disgusting.”
“and you’re married to me.”
and because the universe loves humiliating you, reina toddles over right then, clutching her yellow shovel. “papa!” she chirps, plopping herself right onto his stomach, tiny hands grabbing at his necklace.
he lets out a small grunt—not from pain, but because her little twelve-month-old weight lands right over his stomach—so much strength in a baby. you shoot him the nastiest glare.
reina babbles, “dig? dig? dig, papa!”
“yeah, yeah, we’ll dig, rei.” he bounces her gently on his stomach, ignoring the fact that you’re shooting death beams into the side of his head.
you crouch beside them, low voice sharp.
“you better swim that thing off before we leave. i’m not drivin’ home next to that.”
he smirks, leaning closer. “what if i make you drive with it pokin’ your leg?”
“i’ll crash this car so fast—”
“mama,” megumi calls, holding up a seashell. “look, it’s a crab!”
“oh God—put that down now, gumi—!” you start moving, but toji just laughs under his breath, lounging in the sand like the menace he is.
you swear he’s lucky nobody has kicked him off the beach for public indecency.
this is written so horribly but we laugh and shake hands and act like shakespeare wrote ds. ✌🏽
“Uce and I may have had a libation or 2 on the bus.”
☁️ pairing: black fem reader x drunk jey uso
☁️ warning: MDNI, libations, smut, friends to fuckers, secret hook up, fingering in public, drunk sex, panties stuffed in your mouth, public risk
☁️ summary: Jey and Cody won a tag team match. No belts, but it still a big ass win. so now you are celebrating— with a libation or two and sex.
Of course, the OTC makes a match for him to sit out of and let Cody and Jey fight Bron Breakker and Bronson Reed for him.
And they win— barely, bruised, very tired.
Yet they won.
As they were in the locker room changing, Jimmy leaned on the doorframe holding a big bottle of Henny with a big ass smile on his face. Cody and Jey smile a bit. Then it’s all big laughs as Sami starts dancing— just happy because they won.
It’s a small after party on the tour bus. Roman, Rhea, Brandi, and Naomi are also there as well.
Roman in a corner off to himself—sipping on a short glass of Henny, chilling like the OTC he is. Jimmy and Naomi dancing to the music. Cody and Brandi being classy next to the mini bar. Sami, Rhea, and Jey are talking about if Jey would have got one more Tsunami from Bronson Reed, his career would have been over.
Jokes, of course.
Then there’s a knock on the door. Jimmy goes to answer it— a big smirk appears on his face. He moves out the way and Solo comes in.
“Little big brother here. And I brought a surprise for one of the winners.”
Jey looks confused at his brother’s words— then he sees the surprise and his mouth drops.
The music is loud, but your entrance is louder— bolder and sexier. Everyone couldn’t help, but stare at you. The way your dress shows off your curves. Holding your mini bag all innocent. Your hair is not too much, not too little— just right. You look like a model. No, a Goddess.
You’ve known the Fatu family since you were 15. Your mom and Rikishi have been friends since high school. You and your mom were invited to everything that the Fatu family had— cookouts, birthday parties, weddings, etc.
You were cool with everyone— you just bond more with Solo. He always teased you, thinking you wanted his older brother, Jey. You didn’t though. And Jey always saw you as “lil sis” anyways.
Afterwards, life happened. He became a wrestler and you became a tattoo artist. The only reason you two reconnected was because you had to do touch-ups on Jimmy's tattoo. Jey sat there quietly— secretly admiring your beauty. Afterwards, he swore he would get a tattoo from you— never did, but he did keep in contact.
Every time a show is in your city, Jey hits you up. “I’m in the city, pull up.” “You good, ma? I’m in your city next week. Lemme see you.”
You never go to see him. You didn’t want to seem like a groupie. You already tattoo famous people and you get rumors of sleeping with them. You didn’t want it to be that with Jey— especially since you’ve known him and his family for so long.
He even texted you today for you to pull up on him after his win tonight. You lied and told him you were out of town.
But when Solo texted you: “Pull up for real. It’s just a celebration.” You had to come then.
Solo glances at Jey for a moment and back at you, “Told you.”
“Shut up, Joseph.” You roll your eyes playfully.
You make your way around— hugging Naomi who you haven’t seen in a while. Brandi compliments your dress, your hair, just your complete aura.
Jimmy looks at Jey and smirks, “Let’s pour up to that damn entrance.”
Everyone laughs and takes a shot. Except for Sami who takes a shot of water. The fun just definitely just got started.
No one has ever seen Jey stuck this way before. Rhea and Sami start teasing him.
“I’ve never seen Uce so struck before. Do you know her, Sami?” Rhea asks.
Sami shakes his head, “No. But he looks like he’s ready to risk it all for her.”
Jey chuckles, “Chill. Mind your business.”
He takes another shot and makes his way to you. You both trying to look cool and not thirsty at all for each other. But it’s hard when you look like trouble and he looks like he can tame your trouble.
“Thought you was out of town?” He says, half-serious, half-teasing.
“All that matters is that I’m here.” You smile at him and your eyes drift down to his chain.
Your finger lifts up his chain and you look at it— the way it shines even in this dim light.
“You looked amazing out there. Congratulations on the win.”
He chuckles a bit, “So all I needed to do was to win to see you?”
“I mean it’s a good reason.” You smirk at him and he shakes his head.
“You always make me work hard to get to you, huh.” His tongue glides across his bottom lip.
“Yeah, because you love chasing after me.” You giggle and sip from your glass.
“Hell yeah because I love that view from behind.” His hand snakes around your waist and to your ass.
He isn’t shy with his ass grip. He grabs a handful. You gasp and shake your head.
“You should chill. Before someone sees us.” You giggle.
“Too late for that one.” Sami chuckles. “Sorry to interrupt you two’s moment. But Jey, I’ll be right back. I ran out of sparkling water.”
Jey just nods his head and Sami is off his way.
As the night progresses— with matches on the TV and more bottles being open, you and Jey get closer by the night. You’re sitting on his lap while watching Iyo Sky and Stephanie Vaquer fight.
Though, you couldn’t pay attention with Jey’s fingers inside your panties. You keep shifting on his lap the more pleasure he brings you.
“Stop moving. You’re going to get us caught.” He whispers softly against your neck.
You grip his thighs tightly, quiet whimpering as his fingers curl and pump inside you fast.
“Everyone thinks you’re so calm right now.” Jey grins, “But I feel how wet this pussy is for me.”
Iyo lands a moonsault and pins Vaquer for the win. Everyone cheers— except for you, who lets out a moan that’s only audible to Jey. His fingers drag out your panties covered in your slick.
“Come to the back with me.” Jey offers you.
You waste no time and get off him. You two pass everyone else as you sneak off into the back of the bus.
Jey wastes no time. He pushes you against the window— hiking up your dress to your stomach and sliding your panties to the ground. He frees himself out of his sweatpants— already hard, already leaking.
He rubs his tip against your clit, “Are you going to be quiet for me?”
You instantly moan out loud, “Oh fuck!”
He smacks your ass and rubs his tip slower against you. “You’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do it for me?”
You bite your lip and nod your head yes. He smiles as he pushes himself inside you. You slide your hand down the window as you muffle a moan from your mouth. He was bigger than you expected— already in so deep, stretching you out in the best way.
He gives you no time to adjust to him, he grips your hips as fucks you hard as if he’s mad at you for lying to him. Or because he hates the fact that you’ve been holding off on giving him your wet ass pussy.
You let out a strangled moan as your hands keep trying to grip the window.
He lifts one of your legs up and starts slamming into you. You moan so loud and try to push him away. He shakes his head no and pins it against your back.
“No. You’re going to take this dick.” He takes his other hand and covers your mouth.
His thrusts don’t slow down. The faster and deeper they get, the louder you get. Then he hits that spot. Mistake. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a slight scream. He chuckles in your ear.
You muffle your answer— which makes him smirk.
He pulls out for a second to grab your panties from off your ankles. He pulls them up and places them by your lip.
“Open.” He demands.
You part your lips and he stuffs the soft lace in your mouth and resumes driving himself back inside you.
But not even the panties could stop how loud you were. Every time Jey slams inside you, they would fall from your mouth and you would hurry to place them back in before he made another moan escape from your mouth.
If you didn’t give it away, the loud wet clapping sounds definitely give it away. Your legs are trembling as Jey drives himself deeper inside you as if he has a point to prove to you. Besides, Jey didn’t even want you to be quiet. He wanted to hear your slutty sounds anyways.
Then Cody notices.
He glances towards the back of the bus, then he blinks repeatedly when the realization hits, “No fuckin’ way.”
He chuckles and turns the TV off. He claps and whistles to drain the sounds out. “Ight, party’s outside. Drinks outside.”
Jimmy groans, “Man, what the hell?”
“Out.” Cody says sternly.
Everyone looks at him, confused— they follow his directions and head out.
You and Jey catch the movement of everyone getting off the bus.
His hand goes to your lips and he removes the panties from your mouth, “You can be as loud as you want now. They are not going to hear you over that engine.”
His fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer. His strokes are slow and deep.
You let out the cry that was stuck in your throat as he grabs your thigh to pull you back on him.
“You want more, baby girl?" He asks you, voice low and dangerous.
You whimper, “Yes. Yes, please give me more, Jey.”
He grins, “Then take it.”
He grabs your hips, dragging you down his dick— giving you deeper and harder. Your fingers claw the window as your breath fogs the window even more. You try to push him away again— just for him to pin your arms on your back.
“You said you want more. You can take it.” He smacks your ass.
Your legs buckle and your eyes roll in the back of your head. He leans up and kisses your neck, “You feel that. Stop running from it.”
You nod your head— frantically. Your whines only made him go deeper. You start clenching around him.
“Josh, I’m finna cum. Please let me cum.” You whine and whimper.
“That pretty pussy wanna make a mess for me.” Jey grips your ass. “What’s my name?”
“Daddy!” You whine out low.
“Louder!”
“DADDY FUCK!” You scream out as you make a mess on his lower body.
You bite your lip as you feel him twitching inside you. You start throwing it back on him— barely since your legs are still buckling like crazy. He throws his head back and shuts his eyes.
“Shiiit.” He grips your ass tight.
“Nut in my pussy, Josh. Please nut in me.” You whine as you go faster throwing it back.
“Fuck. You want this nut, baby.” He growls.
You nod frantically, “Yes. Yes. Fill me up baby.” You fold under him.
His jaw clenches tightly before it hits him. A broken moan comes out his mouth as he pulls your waist closer to him as he releases inside you. You close your eyes and slide your hand down the window as he coats your insides.
When he pulls out, your legs finally give out. You almost fall, but he catches you. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“I didn’t go too hard on you?” He asks you.
You shake your head no and giggle.
As you two get dressed and make yourselves presentable, before going outside.
Outside, Sami tries to come in the tour bus, but Roman stops him— no words, just a nod to the fogged up window. Sami chuckles and shakes his head.
A few minutes later, you two come out of the bus. Jimmy, Cody, Roman, and Sami all have smirks on their faces. You look at Jey and giggle. Everyone else is completely oblivious to the situation.
“Come on, Uce. We got an interview.” Cody says.
You want to be around Jey more, but you know work calls. You kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. He chuckles and nods his head to you.
Cody and Jey go to the interview room. Both being goofy and cocky little shits. Cody sits like a drunk professional mess as Jey has his glasses on slightly crooked as well as his chain. They are making inside jokes with each other— barely answering any questions from the interviewers. The interviewer asks them what exactly got them in a good mood after their win.
Cody gives Jey a side eye and he laughs, “Uce and I may have had a libation or 2 on the bus.”
Cody tries to say it simply. Jey subtly makes it known it was more than the libations.
“I had way more than two libations.” He grins and daps up Cody.
“Yeah, this man had a whole party by himself.” Cody jokes around with him.
hii, so glad to hear that ur back. Can you write a smut with Josuke or Alucard and reader losing their virginity to one another and just being loving to each other throughout the whole thing? Love your other fics btw! :)
Would You Do This With Me?
Josuke Higashikata x fem!reader
Warning(s): Smut (first time, virginity taken on both ends), breast play, nipple play, clit play, hair pulling (on Josuke's end), condom usage (gotta stay safe), moments of awkwardness, and more as you read
This was so fun to write - this took the whole evening yesterday + half of this morning to finish lol
"Josuke...Josuke...JoJo, you rabid dog!"
You'd say to him as the two of you were on the bed, feeling his hands tug onto your bra and the other hand gripping hard on your hip, but the words had fallen from your mouth as he kissed along your jawline, and you could hardly hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. You let out a throaty moan, trying to catch your breath, your hips bucking against him as you fought for control over yourself. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt so dizzy that you thought for sure you might faint. "Oh god..." you murmured, tilting your head back and giving yourself up to the sensation as you let out another soft moan, your hands running through his hair as he gripped harder at your hipbones. Your body was humming with pleasure, but it was only getting worse by the second. You couldn't take any more of this. Your whole body was on fire, your blood rushing, you needed more -
His lips left your jaw and moved down to your neck, sucking hard. His teeth scraped at your skin as you let out an embarrassing whine.
Josuke immediately pulled back after hearing that noise. He looked into your eyes, his pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed red, his hair sticking up everywhere. He was panting hard, his face a mess of red.
"Shit," Josuke whispered, his voice hoarse. Josuke sat up, looking away from you. "Did I do that too quickly?" You blinked owlishly, completely dazed from being kissed like that. "I...I told your ass to calm down...idiot..." You said between taking breaths as you giggled, shaking your head. The both of you just stared at each other for a moment, before Josuke broke out into a smile, a laugh, and then threw himself onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses all over your face as you tried not to scream.
"You're lucky...that my mom is not here, she's at a girl's night..." Josuke muttered, kissing you on your cheek. His hands wondered up to your bra, and you felt Josuke 's fingers fumbling with the laces, then he reached under your bra, grabbing at one of the straps. You shivered as his cool finger skimmed over your skin, making you snort. He started working on the other strap, pulling at it until it loosened enough for him to slide the garment off your shoulders, laying it next to you on the bed. Josuke began to touch your breasts, rubbing circles into your sensitive skin as his lips trailed across your collarbone. He started kissing you there, making you squirm beneath him.
You bucked your hips to grind into Josuke, biting your lip when he gasped in response to the action. He continued to kiss your collarbone, moving one of his hands down to your nipples and beginning to pinch them, causing you to let out a loud gasp. Josuke grinned as you gave into the sensations, moaning louder now. When he swiftly moved his other hand down now towards your panties, you cried out and grabbed at his arm. "Wait, wait, wait, wait! Not yet..." You bit your lip again, and Josuke paused as he watched you closely. You could feel Josuke growing stiff beneath you, his hand still resting on your breast. Then he seemed to get impatient, leaning forward to kiss you roughly, his tongue thrusting inside your mouth before his fingers slipped underneath your panties. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers touched you, his fingertips gliding gently against your folds.
You groaned as he pressed himself against you, his dick hardening against you, his grip tightening as if warning you. "Josuke...please, don't stop…" You whimpered out.
The tip of his fingers felt the wetness between your folds, his fingers gliding over your clit lightly, sending waves of pleasure over your body. Josuke kept moving his fingers in slow strokes, watching you carefully for signs of discomfort. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You had already been through a lot, it seemed. But if he was going to be honest, the more he did this, the more aroused he became as well. It took every ounce of self control he possessed not to start fucking you right then and there. "Please, Josuke...don't tease me..." You moaned softly into his ear, feeling his fingers touch your swollen like the curious boy he was. You clenched your thighs together tightly as he kept touching you. You could almost feel your pussy swelling even more at Josuke's touches, your body craving more of his cock, desperate for it.
Josuke stopped his fingers for a moment, then slid his thumb over your clit, slowly stroking over it. The motion sent you over the edge, your body jerking under Josuke's touch.
Josuke removed his other hand from your breast and the one from your panties, positioning your legs as he finally took off your panties, tossing them aside.
You're now completely naked, for the first time in months of dating JoJo.
You were so lost in a trance that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend took off his boxers as well, his dick jutting out proudly as he climbed atop you. His face was flushed, his breathing ragged and labored, and you could see the dark veins pulsating in his neck. "You bought the condoms, right, JoJo?" You asked nervously, looking up at him from where you were on your elbows, your hands holding onto his shoulders for support. You could already tell how much he wanted you right now. "We... we have to use them..." You panted, reaching up and stroking his face, feeling his stubble scratch against your fingertips.
Josuke nodded jerkily as he reached over to his nightstand to retrieve the condom. "I...I even got lube. This wasn't so easy to get... but I managed to buy it." He admitted sheepishly.
Your mind went blank for a few moments as Josuke went on to put the condom himself, throwing the wrapper to the side. It was only then when you felt the cold, slick feeling of the lube being rubbed on against your clit that your senses kicked in again, and you gasped out loudly. You were about to push up against him, but Josuke pushed you back down onto the bed. "...sorry, it's cold. I thought it'd be kinda warm right now ...for us." He apologized quickly, placing the bottle of lube onto the nightstand and sliding himself on top of you. "Yeah, um...it's fine. Thank you..." You said breathlessly.
The two of you were now staring at one another. Of course, the tension and anxiety were there, but the two of you were also so focused on one another that you were barely aware of anything else. Your boyfriend shifted himself so that he was hovering over you, both of you staring at each other intensely. "Are you ready?" Josuke asked huskily, his hand cupping your cheek. You nodded, closing your eyes to savor the moment. "Just let me know if I'm putting it in too fast or somethin'." He held onto your hand and slowly pushed himself into you, your pussy clamping down onto his length, causing him to moan. "Holy shit...JoJo..!!" You hissed, squeezing his hand. Josuke stopped moving looking at you with concern. "Am I going to fast? Should I stop? Let you adjust?"
"No, no... you're doing good. I just need to adjust..." You said softly, your heart racing as Josuke's shaft moved slowly in and out of you. You began to slowly move to adjust yourself, your body tensing up and relaxing as you adjusted to the feeling. After a little while, Josuke went on to continue and thrust into you as he threw his arms to grab hold of the headboard. Once he was fully in you, he continued to pump himself into you slowly, giving you ample time to adjust to his weight and size. You were able to relax once Josuke's hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him. "Good...so good..."
You hummed, gripping the sheets as Josuke began to sped up his pace.
"Damn, you're tight..." He mumbled, grunting at the pressure you were putting on him. "Fuckin' perfect...like a fucking doll..." He gripped you tighter, his hips pushing harshly into you, his erection straining against your walls. "Josuke!!" You moaned, gripping onto his bicep, your nails digging into his skin. The sudden picked up pace in movement made you squeak and arch your back slightly, your head falling back as your muscles tensed, a low grumble leaving your lips. Josuke immediately pulled back, panting heavily as he looked down on you. "So beautiful..." He whispered, running his hands through your sides.
It was all until he hit your spot.
And all hell broke loose.
You couldn't contain the high-pitched cry that left you as you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, your lips quivering as your whole body shook violently.
The scream took Josuke by shock, and based on your reaction to him, it was a sign to continue thrusting. Before you even had the chance to say something, he moved his hips in quick thrusts, hitting your spot as hard as Josuke possibly could, sending another wave of pleasure rushing through you, your entire body tense as you screamed at the top of your lungs.
Like introducing a new toy to a toddler, Josuke couldn't stop. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, sending a chill throughout his body as he increased his speed, driving his cock deeper into you, making you writhe with pure bliss. Josuke could hear you crying, muffled noises of pleasure coming from your throat. He'd never heard you make noise like that before, and it excited him beyond words.
Josuke leaned down as your arms quickly clasped around him tightly, your body arching up against him as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your stomach felt like it was burning and ready to burst any moment now. You could already feel your juices soaking the bedsheets, pooling beneath you as you squirmed and rocked your hips wildly, your cries filling the room.
Soon enough, the two of you reached your climax simultaneously. You were shaking uncontrollably, your body convulsing underneath Josuke as he came within you, spilling his seed inside of the now messy-used condom. You closed your eyes tight as you released your own release, a quiet sob escaping your lips as you tried to regain some kind of composure, your fingers trembling against his bare chest and your eyes fluttering open.
The two of you stayed there, in that position, for as long as you needed to. Josuke moved away from you as your arms dropped from his back, beside you. Josuke slowly pulled out of you, removing the condom off of him and tossing it carelessly on the ground. He lay down beside you, his arm circling your waist. "...you're going to have to clean that up, you know? That's gross.." You'd say quietly, burying your face on Josuke's chest. You felt his hand stroke your back comfortingly.
Josuke chuckled softly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. "I know... I'm just exhausted and too tired to leave the bed right now..." JoJo poutted, his arms tightening their grip around you as you both laid like that for a few minutes, the two of you simply enjoying each others company. Soon enough, you yourselfdrifting off to sleep, snuggling up towards Josuke, feeling safe and secure, your body relaxed after the orgasm the two of you had.
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