do u think jack would have a thing for his fingers in his girl’s mouth? like feeding her little oral fixation..
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oral fixation with jack abbot
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - oral fixation, fingers in mouth, blowjobs mention, mean-ish jack (more just like dom!jack lowkey)
A/N: sorry this is a short one, i’m just getting back into the swing of writing & all that!! but this is the perfect way to get back into it :)
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it’s no secret to jack that you liked having things in your mouth. that sounds gross, but it’s true. you loved sucking on an ice block in summer, sucking on a straw until it was all chewed and you couldn’t drink out of it anymore, sucking on the ice from your glass until it melted.
and of course, the more sexual things. it should make jack feel perverted, the way he takes notice to these things. the way your mouth waters before you get his cock in your mouth. the way you suck hard, barely letting his cock leave your mouth. or how about the sheer amount of times you do it, going down on him every chance you get. god, sometimes you’d just be sitting on the couch and pull out his dick so that you can have it in your mouth. jack wasn’t particularly a ‘receiver’ more than a ‘giver’ but who would he be to deny his girl anything?
and when you didn’t have something in your mouth, something to numb the feeling? you were a brat. that’s the only word fit to describe you, jack decided. he learnt the signs early on, you were moody, short tempered, dissatisfied with anything he did. and the only way to fix you was to give you something to suck. which is how you’re in the situation you’re in right now.
he grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks. "come on baby, open for me," he instructs. one word that makes your body go limp and without even thinking you comply, parting your lips just wide enough for his fingers to fit in.
he runs two thick fingers across your bottom lip and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingertips against your lips. he pushes them just past your lips, grazing the tip of your tongue and you close your mouth around them. you immediately move your tongue against them, swirling around them and without even realising it you begin sucking on them hard.
"is that what you needed huh, baby? just needed my fingers in your mouth to shut you up?" he coos, stroking the side of your face with his free hand, you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face against the large palm.
he pushes his fingers to the back of your throat, so he can hear the gagging sounds you make. he’s rock hard at this point but is enjoying the view too much to stop now. you with your wide, doe eyes staring up at him, drool dribbling out your mouth and coating his hand.
each thrust of his fingers reaches a new depth, each time you think he can’t go any farther back, he does. tears begin to pool in your eyes, the lack of oxygen getting to you. you try hard to breathe through your nose but each thrust of his fingers takes all the air out of you. you’re at his mercy, no choice but to take it, and love it. which you do.
content: 18+, SMUT, MINORS DNI, marijuana usage, Peter gets way too high, dubcon?? high sex, overstimulation of sorts, PETER’S HEIGHTENED SENSES, word count 1.3k
You get Peter Parker high for the first time. High sex ensues, and Peter is extra sensitive.
It’s a little embarrassing for him to admit, but Peter Parker has never been high before.
You can’t help but laugh in his face when he tells you—after having just handed him the joint, no less. You don’t laugh due to his lack of experience, but because when he says it, he looks embarrassed.
One wouldn’t think literal Spider-Man would be so gauche, but here he is, feeling like an idiot while a perfectly good joint burns in his fingers.
“Listen—you totally don’t have to partake.” Your fingers reach out, offering to take it from him. “I just thought—”
“No, no, it’s cool.” Peter shrugs, bringing it to his lips and taking a long, sudden drag, sending him into a coughing fit. You hurry and grab the joint, putting it out in an ashtray with one hand and smacking his back with the other.
“Holy shit,” he rasps, trying to wave the smoke from his face. “Do you have any water?”
“Right—yeah. Give me a second.” You practically sprint to the kitchen, filling up a glass and returning to the couch as fast as you can without spilling any.
He chokes back the entire glass in a matter of seconds before aggressively clearing his throat. His voice sounds hoarse when he says, “That was embarrassing.”
“Well, I would’ve warned you to start with a smaller hit, but since you felt you had something to prove—”
“Is it hot in here?” he interjects, struggling to remove his jacket. His arms flail about until he finally gets it off, tossing it to land on the chair beside him.
“Peter, I think—”
“How are you so normal right now?” he asks, looking at you with red and squinting eyes. He rubs his own thighs, shaking his head, “I don’t know. It feels like my skin is on fire.”
“Peter, shut up!”
His mouth closes and then opens again, widening his eyes to focus on you.
“You’re just high, okay? Like, really high.” You move to sit next to him on the couch, gently placing your hand on his knee. “If you freak out, it’s gonna make it worse. Just—take a deep breath for me, alright?”
“Alright,” he agrees, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes before exhaling through his mouth.
“I think that, maybe, your high is a lot more intense because of your… thing.”
“My thing?”
“Your… what did your aunt call it? Your Peter Tingle?”
He scoffs, “No, that’s a completely different thing.”
“Sorry that I’m not a Peter Parker expert.”
“I’m sorry. It just sounds weird when you put it that way.” He laughs, no longer looking so worried. “You mean my heightened senses.”
“Yes. Your heightened senses…”
“It just feels like, um…” he trails off, body turning rigid, with his hands speedily moving to cover his lap. His lips press into a thin line, staring down at the floor.
“Peter, what’s wrong?” Your eyes are filled with worry as your hand presses firmly against his knee.
“Nothing,” he answers too quickly. He can’t even look at you when he asks, “Can you take your hand off my knee?”
Your hand hesitantly returns to your own lap. “You’re really starting to freak me out. Can you just tell me—”
As you look him over, you can’t help but notice how hard he’s breathing, and just how stiff his body is, and when you look down at his hands, placed in his lap—
Oh.
“Peter,” you say softly, fingers grazing his forearm.
He gasps, “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“Peter.” His name leaves your mouth again, sterner this time, touch moving to his hands. “Let me see.”
He slowly moves his hands to his sides. The outline of his cock strains against his sweatpants, thick and protruding. He looks at you with his jaw clenched, eager to learn your next move.
Tenderly you cup his bulge, letting your hand linger and mold around his length. The small contact makes you both gasp, Peter’s fingers grasping onto the fabric of the couch.
“Oh my God,” he hisses, shifting his weight on the couch. His head hits the back of the cushions, closing his eyes when he feels you begin to palm his bulge over his sweatpants.
The unbearable teasing only lasts a few more seconds before his hand reaches out, holding your wrist in place. “Please—no more teasing. It hurts too bad. I-I need you,” he pleads.
“It’s okay, Peter. I got you.”
The two of you shed clothes, and Peter finds his respective spot back on the couch, spreading his legs to invite you in. You’re on top of him in seconds, letting the tip of his cock rub against your clit while you lean in to kiss him.
Everything in your brain turns to mush while his tongue explores the inside of your mouth. He kisses you so deep, it’s as if all of you at once wouldn’t be enough to quell his hunger. His thumbs press roughly into the sides of your face, pulling you further into him. It’s borderline painful, but you’re sure his harshness is unintentional—he’s just so far gone.
So much wetness gathers from the both of you that eventually his cock catches right at your hole, and the tip slips effortlessly into your heat. You sink down, taking the rest of him inch by inch, the rim of his cock cruelly stretching out your pussy. The both of you moan when you finally bottom out, sitting on his dick to allow your body to adjust.
“Fuck,” Peter breathes, face twisting into a grimace like it hurts. He squeezes the fat of your hips, fingers possessively kneading at the skin. “It’s like—fuck—it doesn’t even feel real.”
You steady your hands on his shoulders, starting to rock back and forth at a slow, deliberate pace. His mouth falls agape and his eyes wire shut, already struggling to not buck his hips up into you.
“Focus on me, Peter.”
His large, brown eyes are slow to open, the whites now turned very red and veiny. He stares into you deep, using all of his grit to keep his attention on you.
“That’s it,” you praise, thumb rubbing circles on his shoulder. You quicken the pace of your hips, asking in between pants, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Jesus Christ—yes.” His neck strains against the cushions, veins and Adam's apple jutting out. His nails dig into your flesh, almost puncturing the skin.
Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder while you continue to ride him—your own pleasure increased by the effects of marijuana. The speed in which your hips move is nearly impossible, chasing after the familiar sensation building low in your belly.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers into your ear, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to keep you stable. “It’s never—it’s never felt like this before. God, I’m gonna come—”
“Come inside me,” comes pleading out from your mouth, an effect of your high, cock-drunk state.
You’re not thinking, and neither is he, whimpering only a pathetic, “Holy shit,” before spilling his seed deep inside you. His hips jerk violently, face nuzzling into your hair, his breath shaking just before your ear.
Your climax follows shortly after, body going utterly limp above him. He holds you in place, watching you writhe around his hands with an open mouth.
The two of you come down from your orgasms simultaneously, breath moving in sync, bodies molding into each other.
The room turns quiet before a content sigh falls from your lips. “You gonna… say anything, Parker?” You smile, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers.
He laughs, “I don’t know. I think I’m still very high.”
You hum, and a moment of silence follows.
“It might’ve been the weed, or my thing—or both, but… that was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t know. I think we might need to do an experiment. Test the theory.”
⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊ MRS. ROBINSON // neighbor!jason todd x milf!reader
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀˙ summary: you're so fucked. you shouldn't be debating ending your relationship with your neighbor jason, who's seven years your junior... who babysits your daughter. yet, here you are, fighting the urge to call him over.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀˙ tags: MDNI, oneshot (?), fluff, smut (p in v sex, fem receiving oral, vaginal fingering, handjobs, switch!reader and jason, softdom leaning!reader, sub leaning!jason, tit sucking, breeding kink, slight praise kink, doggy style, jason todd mommy kink) reader has a seven-year-old daughter and is a single mom, reader and jason have a seven-year age gap (22-29), not canon compliant, canon divergence, batfam have stable relationships with each other, jason being great with kids, high school drama teacher!reader, NOT BETA’D/PROOFREAD
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀˙ author's note: hey :D i don’t know if i like this. it took me too long. but it's done!
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀˙ word count: 10.5k
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It’s a sick thing. Every mother has her worst fears regarding how she'll fail as a mother. They fester beneath the surface, waiting to reveal themselves until the worst possible moment, the moment you let your guard completely down. When you finally think you're safe or content, the moments you plan to cherish are ruined in seconds flat. There’s no more worrying about becoming a bad mother. You’ve become a cougar. What specifics would grant a woman the title, you're not entirely sure. Does it count if there’s only been one... well, you wouldn’t exactly call it an incident. A happy accident, perhaps. But that’s also what you say about your daughter, Mia.
Tonight, Mia is at her first-ever sleepover- she’s been rattling endlessly about how excited she is to have her ‘very first sleepover’ with her ‘very best friend’, and she ran right out of your arms when you had dropped her off at her friend’s house. You’re sitting on the couch wrapped in a K-Pop Demon Hunters blanket, courtesy of Mia, with your knees tucked into your chest. The television plays Real Housewives of Salt Lake City in the background, and your second glass of chardonnay sits half-empty. It’s Friday night, and you would typically be having a better time, but you’ve been stuck with an aching feeling in your gut for the past few hours. You know she’s just excited to experience something new and true to girlhood, that her little six-year-old brain isn’t quite ready to become independent from her mother, but you can’t help but feel like she’s growing up quicker than you can process it. That feeling has unfortunately tainted other aspects of your life you’ve been kicking yourself over, like the issue that glares back at you in straining blue light. You can’t quite peel your eyes away, despite the static page you stare at.
Jason Todd
Monday, 8:48 PM
hi
i can admit that tonight made things pretty
fucking weird
it’s not that big of a deal to me, but i’m
sorry and i understand if you need time
Read
You suddenly feel yourself starting to regret pouring that second glass of chardonnay, because suddenly, you find yourself typing a response after almost four whole days of ignoring him. Well, more like avoiding him. Deeply embarrassing on your part, the lack of maturity was a lapse you wish would never happen again. You hoped the issue would go away, as if you could snap your fingers and Jason would be out of your life, and all guilt would be absolved. But it isn’t that simple, nor would the consequences be, and now you just want to smash your head into a wall.
You
Friday, 7:32 PM
Hey
Are you available right now? Mia’s at a
sleepover tonight
Delivered
You bite your lip, nails tapping at your phone case as the uneasy feeling in your gut coaxes more anxiety out of you. But you should know better. Within thirty seconds of the text, the ‘delivered’ label turns into a ‘read’, and the typing bubble immediately pops up.
Jason Todd
Friday, 7:33 PM
yeah
be over in a sec
Delivered
A sigh of relief escapes you as the screen lights up with your thumbs-up sticker. Putting your phone down, you shift your attention back to the television, grabbing your wine glass as you watch The Housewives witness a Greek tragedy play based on themselves. But what the hell are you sighing for? You can't be thirty with a situationship. You need to sort this shit out.
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The dynamic of your relationship with Jason is something out of a rom-com. In the beginning, he was just your super-cute, Gotham-bred, brand-new next-door neighbor.
Jason moved into his apartment in the middle of hot, sweltering July with a pair of crutches and a broken leg. You knew the moment you heard a gaggle of voices and shuffling in the apartment next door that somebody was finally moving into the neighboring unit; it had been empty ever since your old neighbors decided to move out and into a nice house in the suburbs, following their wedding and subsequent pregnancy. Lucky them.
You opened your front door and stuck your head out to catch people moving boxes into the unit. The door accidentally closed behind them, and all that was left was Jason. Both of you froze. He stared. You blinked.
You blinked, and with every one came a snapshot, a new way of seeing him, every time. The curly black locks tangled up with a brush of ivory. A scar on his brow, a scar on his neck, a couple on his jaw, and a lengthy one on his cheek. He felt straight out of a book-- but you weren't sure what the story was.
Thankfully, your daydreaming was interrupted as Mia ran out of the apartment in an ambush and shouted, “Mommy, what’s all that!?”—at the same time, a little girl ran out next door and shouted—“Jay! Which room is your bedroom?”
Your eyes softened in silent appreciation at the sight of Mia, your shoulders dropping. Curls bouncing, Mia stuck her head out the door and saw the other little girl next to her uncle. She pointed to her with an inquisitive look. “Are you my new neighbor?”
The little girl shook her head no. “Uh-uh, Jason is. But he doesn’t have any kids because he doesn’t have a girlfriend or wife. Or boyfriend.”
Jason’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he leaned over to his niece and whispered in a strained but hushed voice. “Lian, we don’t share personal information with people we don’t know.”
You attempted to stifle your laugh, but your amusement was cut short by your daughter. “That’s okay, my mommy doesn’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend either. And she calls my daddy a shithead.”
“Mia!” Both of the girls began to giggle at your horrified expression. You didn’t mind the fact that Mia called her dad a shithead--he is, which is why he fucked off to nowhere when Mia was two-- but you felt you were being humiliated by children who laughed at your inability to compose yourself. “I’m so sorry, we can get out of your hair, I was just curious—“
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Jason interrupted. His fingers combed through his hair. “Nice to meet you, ladies. Jason.” He propped himself up on his crutches and stuck a hand out for you to hold. You cringed as your hand met his a little more enthusiastically than planned.
Strong hands. Rough and strong, you thought to yourself. Wondering about his occupation in the back of your mind, you continued on with introductions, “And this is my daughter, Mia.”
Swaying on her heels in the doorway, Mia waved to Jason with a shy smile on her face, her cheeks slightly warm from laughter. “Hi, Mr. Jason. I hope you really like your apartment and you make it look all nice and cool.”
“I’ll do what I can, but these ain’t gonna help.” He knocked his knuckle against one of his crutches.
Mia's eyes darted to his cast, taking in the plaster that spanned from his thigh to his ankle. She pursed her lips. “What happened to your leg?”
Jason swayed his head for a moment, like he was trying to edit out minor details before settling on an appropriate story for Mia. “I got into a car accident. Doc says I’ll be cleared in a couple of weeks, though. ’S why we always make sure to wear our seatbelts, yeah?” Jason’s eyes crinkled at Mia, eliciting a shy tug of a smile at her lips.
A little hand tugged at the end of your shirt. You leant down to Mia’s height, and she cupped her hands over your ear, whispering quietly so Jason couldn’t hear her question. You smiled in response. “That’s for you to ask him, sweetheart.”
Jason’s brows perked up at the sound of a question. Mia began to hide behind your legs, shy to ask her question of her new neighbor. “Mr. Jason, could I sign your cast?”
Jason opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Lian, who jumped and burst out, “YES! You can put it right next to my name! Let her sign it, Jay! Please?” She shook his arm as she begged and buzzed with excitement.
With a chuckle, Jason resigned, against not much opposition, and said, “Of course you can, kid. Got any markers on ya?”
“Yeah! Mommy got me sparkly markers last week!” Mia ran inside your apartment to retrieve said pack of markers— you bought them for her after she had been expressing an interest in art and drawing. Little sketches and pictures hang up on your fridge inside, all signed with her name in uppercase.
She came back quickly, markers in hand, walked up to Jason and held out the pack to him. “Which color is your favorite?”
Jason thought for a second, crossed his arms and smiled. “Definitely red.”
Mia’s eyes widened and lit up in response. “Oh my gosh. We have the same favorite color!”
“That's because only the coolest people in the world love red.” Jason lowered his hand so Mia could high-five him in celebration.
Your heart warmed in your chest. He seemed like a sweet guy and a nice neighbor. You admired the way he connected with Mia so easily despite just meeting her, which meant that he was pretty good with kids. It was an admirable trait. A trait that came in handy when you needed an emergency babysitter.
Jason’s weeks of recovery were interrupted by you, drowning in work and responsibility, unable to hold the load by yourself. It wasn’t like you didn’t have a babysitter for Mia, you knew your schedule as a teacher and you knew you’d have to find someone who could watch her for the time you and your students had after school rehearsal. Unfortunately for you, the college girl who had been Mia’s babysitter for the last year and a half accepted a job offer across the country in Star City, which meant you were stuck finding an emergency babysitter.
When you knocked on Jason’s door, you saw the situation as a favor, something you’d pay him back for and it would be a one and done situation. You had been helping him out the last couple of weeks with groceries he couldn't carry, shelves he couldn’t extend to reach. It was no issue to you, he was hurt and you’d do anything to help out a neighbor-- besides, watching a child is a whole different story, takes a whole different skillset than carrying groceries and reaching for items.
He agreed immediately, expressing his appreciation for the little favors and tasks you had aided him with over the past few weeks, gratitude evident in his face. Mia was buzzing in her place, eager to spend time with Jason, her new neighbor who bought a pack of Blow Pops just to give to her.
After you heard a ‘come in!’ from beyond his door, you entered Jason’s apartment to find Mia and Jason sitting at his dining table, sharing chocolate chip cookies with cardboard princess crowns on their heads. The two of them were drawing together, markers spread out across Jason's dining table. Mia’s eyes shifted your way, and she called out a distracted, “Hi, mommy,” before she returned her attention to her drawing.
You shook your head with a laugh, walked over to her and Jason and took a seat at the table next to her. Brushing her hair from her face, you gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, bug. You had a nice time with Jason?”
Mia nodded as she reached for her cookie and took a big bite out of it before speaking. “We’re drawing now,” she spoke with her mouth full. You’d remember to remind her of her manners later.
“Drawing, huh? I wasn’t aware you were also an artist, Jay?” You joked as you saw a dragon on Jason’s paper that looked like something a child drew blindfolded.
You blushed as he shrugged and flashed a shy smile. “I’ve had a couple lessons here and there from my brother, and now this little Van Gogh right here, right Mia?” He sent a silly wink to her and she giggled in response.
Mia picked up her picture and held it out to you, a big old grin on her face. “Look! I drew me as a princess and Jay is a princess too and we’re riding on a big dragon! Do you like my dragon, mommy?”
“Oh, I love your dragon! It’s so awesome, sweetheart!” The dragon was red, courtesy of Jason and Mia’s favorite color, and was breathing purple fire from its mouth. Inspired choices.
“We were playing princess and the dragon today, which turned into princess teatime, which eventually turned into art lessons. A busy afternoon was had,” Jason said. He watched Mia finish up the last details on her drawing with a smile on his face, and your heart warmed.
“Mommy?”
“Yeah, bug?”
“Can Jason be my new babysitter?” Mia looked at Jason, her face suddenly serious, eyes wide. “She can pay you with her big girl money. She has a lot of big girl money.”
You scrunched your brows in a panic. “No, she doesn’t. But she does have some for a babysitter, yes,” you looked at Jason and your shoulders tightened. You felt bad asking him knowing he was already facing inconveniences. With a shrug, you asked, “If that’s something you would be interested in? It’s totally fine if you can’t--”
“I’ll do it.” He responded, as if he was as certain as ever. With a smile on his face, he leaned over to ruffle Mia’s hair. “Besides, who’s gonna teach me how to be the next Picasso?”
From there on, Jason would watch Mia during the week while you had rehearsals for your school’s production of Little Shop of Horrors. Directing a high school play was demanding, but unlike other directors you actually had a soul, so Jason would never have to watch Mia past seven o’clock until hell week came. She raved on and on to you about weekday dinner with Jason.
Now, Jason was a fantastic babysitter. There was no doubt about that. He would sometimes bake with Mia when they had enough time together or indulge her in all of her playtime ideas, but once his leg finally healed and his cast came off, he and Mia were going on adventures together.
One day, they went to the aquarium together, which left you with a kid full of marine science facts loaded in her arsenal of a brain for the rest of the week. Another day, they went to go see a movie together and Mia picked up Jason’s habit of adding M&M’s to his popcorn. Some nights, Jason would come over to join you and Mia for dinner once you got home, and on other nights, he roped Mia into making a nice dinner for you.
And these are all wonderful things. Deeply wonderful things. But they started making you second-guess yourself. They started… the issue.
Because the thing about a man doing these things for a single mom, going above and beyond to make her life easier, is an extremely sexy thing.
You want to blame it on the craze that comes from the lack of a significant other, the constant urge to find someone to share the load and your heart with, the celibacy-- the obvious lack of a father figure for Mia. But you can’t excuse the things you’ve already done.
It started with lingering touches and wandering eyes.
It was getting warmer in Gotham, spring was fading into the gentle greeting of summertime. Jason had been babysitting Mia for a few months, and had been your neighbor for almost a year. You invited him to come with you and Mia up to the boardwalk on the shore, about an hour-and-a-half north of Gotham.
He walked into your apartment that morning with a smile and a backpack of items for you, Mia, and himself. Almost like a dad’s typical go-bag. Among the items were sunscreen for everyone, snacks packed for you since he knew you'd worry about Mia, and a first aid kit in case anything happened. Jason himself was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that showed off those scars you never found yourself asking about. The sun brought out a litter of freckles that dusted his shoulders and nose.
As he walked into the living room, he caught sight of you slinking out of your bedroom. You were wearing a short-sleeved button-up shirt that was more low-cut than your usual teacher attire. His eyes were locked in on the curve of your bust peeking from the neckline, as if they were to say, Hi, Jason! We exist! You turned the corner to walk into the bathroom, mindlessly calling out, “Hey, Jay!”
Cursing himself, he turned away quickly, a warm flush creeping up his body. “Hey,” he greeted meekly, lips spread into a thin line, “Morning.”
In the bathroom, you studied your reflection in the mirror. You had caught him looking from the corner of your eye. No one had looked at you like that for a long while, especially when you were out with your daughter, and you failed to consider it becoming any kind of reality. It hadn't been an intentional move to bait him into anything.
You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t mess this up for her. For you. You couldn't take advantage of the relationship you and Jason had to fulfill your own selfish wants and needs. But you couldn’t help but feel curious. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a one-time occurrence: if it was just the nature of Jason being a young man who also had his own desires and turn-ons. But there was also the possibility of Jason genuinely being attracted to you, which only piqued your curiosity.
You hated what-ifs. So you wanted to figure it out.
That day, the three of you spent an exciting, jam-packed day at the boardwalk. You had all spent some time at the beach, swimming along the light blue waves and under the scorching sun. You withheld yourself from stealing glances at Jason for too long, but he was delicious eye candy. On the boardwalk, Mia and Jason attempted most of the games, earning her a couple of stuffed animals to bring home. Mia was cuddling Pikachu in her sleep within the first twelve minutes of the drive back.
The next day, you invited Jason over to Sunday night dinner. The gathering wasn't anything out of the blue; in fact, Jason had been coming over for dinner about half the nights of the month, and vice versa. However, the energy in the air had shifted by now. You were giving in to some of your... curiosities.
“Hi, Jay!” You heard Mia greet the second the door opened. She ran to Jason with her arms out and open for a hug, and he scooped her up onto his hip.
“Well, hello to you too, princess,” he placed a kiss upon her head. “How has your day been, sweetheart?”
“It was good! Mommy and I did puzzles together, and then we went to the grocery store and she let me get all the stuff and put it in the cart, and then we made the fancy fries with potatoes.”
“Oh, really?” he asked, walking the two of them into the kitchen where your back was turned as you stood at the stove. A brow arched— he noticed you were wearing a tank top. “How did those fancy fries turn out?”
You turned around from the stove, and Jason was met with a braless you, standing there in a thin-ass tank top. To anyone normal, you just looked like a mom cooking in a hot kitchen on a hot day, but to Jason, you looked like sex on fire. This was by far one of the more revealing outfits you had worn around him, besides that one time you went out clubbing for your sister's birthday, and he babysat Mia. Smudged eyeliner, ripped tights, messy lipstick--
“--They’re turning out pretty well as far as I can tell,” Your eyes seemed to glimmer at him, but Jason wasn’t sure if he was just making things up. He already felt insane, having to clear his throat in the subtlest way possible. “Wanna try one?” You asked, holding up a fry.
Mia nodded her head quickly. “Yes! They’re sooo yummy! I helped cut them.”
Jason gave a tight smile, warring with the thoughts in his head dismantling the defenses he oh-so-carefully built upon meeting you, his hot MILF neighbor who was sweet on him and whose daughter he babysat. Get it together, Jason.
“Yeah, I’d love to,” he agreed. What he didn’t expect was for you to waltz over to him and feed it to him. You tapped his chin, and he opened his mouth, his eyes staring at you as you quickly popped it in his mouth and lifted his jaw shut.
“Good?” you asked once he began to slowly chew.
He awkwardly nodded back in agreement. Once he finished, he turned to Mia in a hurry. With a swift clap, he asked, “How about we get the dinner table set up for your mom, yeah?”
Squeezing out a bright smile, Mia nodded her head. “Okay!”
As the two of them began to grab plates and utensils, you turned back to the stove and cringed at yourself. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren;t going to make a move. You were too far gone for this to be some innocent 'research.'
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The rest of dinner was spent listening to Mia gab on-and-on about her playtime adventures. Jason, who was usually as talkative as Mia was, had barely anything to say. In fact, he spent most of the dinner refusing to look up at you and establish eye contact, which was strange considering he was sitting right across from you, eating the delicious dinner you made for him. If you had to guess, it was probably because he couldn’t look at you without having to fight the urge to let his pupils fall down, down down...
As soon as everyone was finished eating, Jason immediately hopped up from his seat and offered to do the dishes while actively walking away to do said dishes. That meant that you were free to get Mia ready for bed, which you proceeded to do a bit quicker than usual. As you were putting on her pajamas, she asked you if Jason would read her a bedtime story, which, of course, he would. When Mia was finally done brushing her teeth, she greeted you goodnight and skipped to her bedroom holding Pikachu, shouting, “Jay Jay! Bedtime story, please!”
You went to your room to get ready. Not for bed, but for the rest of the night. You typically liked to chill on the couch with a glass of wine to wind down for the night. While you picked your own set of pajamas, the thought of Jason lingered in the back of your head-- perhaps due to the fact that you could hear him narrating Alice in Wonderland from down the hallway.
As your eyes scanned your dresser, you caught a pair of low-cut black shorts you used to wear to bed back when you had people sleeping in your bed. You grabbed a shoulder-cropped T-shirt and changed clothes with a small smirk on your face.
When Mia was comfortably asleep in her bed, Jason finally came back out to the living room. You were on the couch, legs stretching out as you leaned on your side, a glass of red wine in your hand.
Jason mentally cursed himself. Relax. She’s just settling down for the night.
“How was she?”
“She was great; she settled in pretty quickly. Read around two chapters tonight.
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah, it is,” he smiled as he put his hands in his jean pockets. He shifted his weight around for a moment until he began to speak again, “Hey, uh, thanks for dinner and everything tonight. I think I’m gonna—“
“—Would you like to stay for a bit?” Your satiny voice cut through the deluge of excuses that ran through Jason’s head. “I can pour you a glass if you’d like. You drink Malbec?”
Trying to find his bearings, Jason took a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. I’d like that.”
You gave him a small smile as you stood up to grab his own glass, and he took a seat on the couch across from the side you were just draped against. His heart was beating like a hummingbird in a cage. Was that sweat on his brow? Did it get warmer? He took his clammy hands out of his pockets and quickly rubbed the sweat off on his jeans. You returned promptly with a glass for him and a smile still on your face.
“This is nice,” you commented as you returned to your spot on the couch. “The two of us. Chilling. We’ve never done this, no?”
With a sniff, Jason tried to pass off nonchalance. “Uh, yeah, we haven’t. S’ cool.”
“Cool?” You questioned, your brow arching.
Jason sputtered. “No, I’m sorry, I just mean-”
You cut him off with a sickly sweet laugh, the tone of your voice immediately bringing Jason out of his spiral into embarrassment. “Jason, sweetie, there’s no need to worry about it,” you soothe, placing a hand onto his shoulder. The sloped collar of your shirt that hung off your shoulder slightly fell to tease a view of the curve of your breasts to Jason, leaving him with a deep feeling at the pit of his stomach and an unwelcome feeling that began to creep up onto him: perversion.
In that moment, he wanted you to mount him, strip your shirt off, and let him get his mouth on those gorgeous fucking tits of yours. He wanted to drown in them, let you suffocate him as he hungrily sucked and mouthed at your tits, worshipping you the way you deserved.
His thoughts were interrupted by you slowly moving closer to him on the couch. “Listen, Jason,” you purred, voice trickling into his ear like honey. Your hand on his shoulder readjusted, the tips of your fingers gently caressing his skin. “I just wanted to really thank you for everything you’ve done for Mia and I over the last few months. You’ve just been so amazing to us, especially to Mia. I mean, she absolutely adores you.”
Jason’s lips tugged up in a smile. “Really?”
“Absolutely. I also just really appreciate everything you’ve done for us. You’re kind… you’re thoughtful… you’re attentive.” Your lashes fluttered as your eyes met his with a soft glimmer. “You’ve just been… so good to me, Jason.”
In that moment, Jason knows he’s truly fucked. There are two reasons for that: you’ve officially caught on to his crush on you, and he was on your couch, the most bricked up he’d ever been in his life.
The wine glass in his hand was held with a tight fist. His cock was strained through his jeans, the large imprint of a bulge the most obvious sight in the room, almost impossible to miss. Your eyes were still glued to his face. He was entirely red, from his chest to the tips of his ears. His weak attempt at preserving any semblance of coolness was almost adorable.
He tried to talk, but his voice caught in his throat and came out cracked. On his second try, he bit out, “Fuck, ‘m sorry.”
You brought the hand on his shoulder to his cheek. His eyes quickly darted away from your own, landing on the rug on your floor. “What are you apologizing for, hon?” Jason cleared his throat, shooting a quick glance at the tent in his pants. Your eyes widened. “You’re apologizing for this?”
Jason nodded in shame, his head bowed. “You’re basically my boss! I know it’s gotta be a sick fucking thing, the way you’re always on my mind, and when I close my eyes, I—” he confessed.
“Jay, honey, look at me.” He lifted his head and peered at you through black and white strands. You gave him a pitiful look and brushed your thumb back and forth against his cheek. “For how long?”
As hard as he tried to keep his composure, he sniffled, a pathetic and pained look on his face. “Always.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
Had Jason really been attracted to you the whole time? Were you missing the signs along the way that spelled it out before it became so obvious? Or was he just saying this to sugar you up? You would fuck him, he’d get a bonus, and eventually ditch you.
Jason seemed to notice how you were getting caught in your head, and he reached up to hold your hand that was against his cheek. His thumb gently caressed the inside of your wrist. “You okay?”
You blinked, slowly coming back to your senses. There was no reason for you to ruin this moment. You had Jason practically in your lap, soft as a pile of putty, with a blush on his face and a soft look in his eyes.
“Of course,” you replied. “I’m just happy to know you feel the same way I do.”
Jason’s eyes lit up, and a smile broke out on his features. “Yeah?” He asked, as if he couldn’t believe it until he had direct confirmation.
“Absolutely. I thought I was crazy for trying this!”
The man let out a relieved sigh, his eyes trailing to your lips as you beamed at him. He attempted to adjust his position on the couch in an attempt to face you fully, but an almost-whimper escaped him as his previously forgotten hard-on strained against the fabric of his jeans.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.
His desperation elicited a soft hum from you. “Sweet boy,” you whispered gently. You took the wine glass from his hand and placed it down onto the coffee table in front of you. Reaching for his hand, you stood up from the couch. “How about we head to my room, yeah?”
He gave an eager nod and immediately rose to his feet, his hand latching onto yours in a gentle hold. The two of you shuffled into your bedroom, and you closed the door behind you as quietly as possible as Jason stood in the middle of the room. The air in the room shifted as you turned around and walked up to Jason. His breath hitched as you held his hands in yours.
“Jason.”
“Hm?”
“As much as I’d love to get the full experience, my kid is two doors down the hall, so we need to keep it down low.”
His lips curved into that familiar bashful grin of his. “I’ll be as quiet as a church mouse,” he joked. His eyes trailed to your lips; your mouth had quirked up into a doting smile. “Now, can I please kiss you?”
“Of course, honey.”
With your permission, Jason’s hands came up and gently held your face in his palms before he slowly leaned in. The kiss started off a bit hesitant, as if both of you couldn’t believe the situation you were in. But Jason was there, with you, holding your face in his hands and kissing you like it was something he never deserved. But he did, and you wanted nothing more than to prove it to him.
One of your hands snaked up his back and to the nape of his neck, where your fingers immediately found purchase in his soft black locks. Your other hand came up to Jason’s waist and gave you the leverage you needed to pull him closer into you and deepen your kiss. You swiped your tongue across Jason’s lips, and they parted instantly, giving you access to his warm mouth. He was slowly but surely moving the two of you backwards, the slowly-building passion of your kiss rendering him absolutely weak, and soon enough the two of you found yourselves falling backwards onto your plush bed.
Jason’s hands were stuck on your face, so you took one of them and guided it to your waist, breaking apart from the kiss quickly to say, “You can touch me anywhere you want to, Jay.”
His eyes widened, and he let out a quiet exhale and nodded in response. Soon after, his lips chased after yours to kiss you again. As he kissed you again, this time slower and sweeter, he tried to memorize the way you tasted on his tongue. With the desire to explore you, his hands had begun to caress and paw at your body, squeezing at your curves and searching for your warmth.
As he explored your mouth, his hands maneuvered you on top of him, so you were straddling his waist as your kisses deepened. Refusing to break away from the kiss, you tugged Jason’s bottom lip in between your teeth, pulling a needy little gasp from his lips. He wiggled around beneath you, his cock heavy and pulsing in his jeans, trying to do anything but grind up into you fully. Your lips trailed down to his neck, tongue dragging the veins under his heated skin.
A smile crept up on your face as you began to give playful nips to his neck. Your cool breath tickled his skin as your teeth caught on the junction by his shoulder, your hands slowly creeping under his shirt. His abdomen was warm and soft under your touch, and he shivered slightly at the feeling of fingertips ghosting over his skin.
“Could you take this off for me?” you asked, tugging at his shirt. Jason complied, quickly ridding himself of his top to reveal a scarred but beautiful torso he had. Your eyes quickly trailed to what looked like an autopsy scar that spanned the length of his chest. Jason watched your face for any traces of judgement, but found nothing. Instead, you looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I want to eat you like a fucking popsicle.”
It wasn’t long until Jason’s pants were stripped, and soon his underwear, with your clothing landing on the floor not long afterwards. You sat in his lap, the two of you sharing languid, hungry kisses as Jason’s hips began to rut up into yours, his hard-on finally receiving attention after being ignored for so long. Your heats met with dizzying friction, wetness seeping from your clothed cunt and dampening the fabric beneath it.
With every thrust of his hips, Jason let out a soft moan, the pleasure leaving him buzzing. You whined as the head of his cock brushed against your lace-covered clit and his right thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a lightning strike of arousal into your core, leaving you gasping for more. “Fuck, Jay.”
“Yeah, ma?” Jason breathed out. His right thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a sharp feeling of pleasure down into your core, leaving you gasping for more. “S’okay if I taste you for a sec? Need to see how sweet that pussy tastes.”
His words sent a chill up your spine, and you shivered in anticipation. “Do whatever you want,” you breathed out.
His smile broke into a grin, and he got off the bed to stand at the edge, grabbing your legs and pulling you his way. You watched as he sank to his knees, his hands finding purchase on your thighs as his knees met the floor. Hands slipping under your panties, he began to slowly slide them down your legs, until they were fully off and he threw them across the room. You watched as his pupils dilated at the sight of your pussy. His jaw dropped, mouth watering.
He wrapped his arms around your thighs, bringing your heat closer to his mouth. Starry-eyed, he flattened his tongue against your clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves, eager to draw out your slick juices. You began to lose yourself in the pleasure, your hips jerking up to meet his mouth. You find yourself trying to memorize the way he grips your hips: how his fingers dig into the fat of your hips, soft enough to not bruise, but firm enough to handle you.
The sound of Jason beginning to slurp and messily lap at your weeping hole began to fill the room. He wasn’t being quiet enough. You found your fingers tugging at the back of his head, latching onto his curly locks and tugging him into your cunt to muffle his noises. Jason let out a groan in response, his hips bucking into the side of the plush mattress.
You whimpered as you felt his finger begin to tease your hole, slowly but surely pumping in and out of your plush and soaked folds. Once the length of his digit was fully sheathed in you, he added another, then crooked his fingers slightly upwards, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips.
He pulled his mouth away from your pussy. “Shh, ma. We gotta be quiet, remember?” You whined in response, your hips chasing after his mouth.
Your fingers curled into the sheets as Jason’s lips wrapped around your clit, softly humming in relief as he sucked on the bundle of nerves. He added a third finger alongside the previous two, and you fluttered at the stretch of your pussy. Your head lolled to the side as you felt your orgasm begin to approach, eyes rolling into the back of your head, the more Jason’s nose bumped into your clit as his tongue met his fingers at your sopping hole.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” you strained out, hips wriggling in the hold of Jason’s arm. The fingers inside you got deeper, quicker, and Jason’s bicep flexed as he curved his fingers within you. You felt the sharp knife of heated pleasure encroaching, until it finally cut at the rope of tension and you fell into your orgasm.
You came with a wrecked whimper, a result of a poorly suppressed moan, and Jason continuously lapped at your wetness, his fingers, mouth, and nose completely drenched in slick. He cleaned you up until your thighs began to spasm from overstimulation, weak little whines pulled from your lips.
Jason got up from the ground and back onto the bed with you. His eyes pinned on you in frozen devotion. You smirked, deciding to straddle his lap again. Jason looked absolutely disheveled-- pre-cum pooling on his stomach, with silky strings of pearls that formed each time his cock twitched in anticipation. Your breath caught at the look within his eyes. How could he ever maintain his composure around you now that you’ve had his fingers in your cunt?
“Jason.”
“Mhm?”
“Feeling okay?”
He blinked slowly. “M’ fine. I just--” he paused completely for a moment. Your fingertips tapped lightly over the freckles adoring his flesh, the raised scars amassed from whatever past he’d left behind. With a clearing of his throat, he regained his bearings and met your gaze, his lips pursing into a shy smile. “I’ve wanted to feel you like this for so long,” he admits.
With a heated hand, you cupped his face and brought it closer to yours. His lips brushed against yours, feather-light. “I hope it’s everything you ever wanted,” you whispered in a low tone.
He let out a needy little gasp the second your hand made contact with his weeping cock. You lifted your hips, eyes refusing to leave Jason’s as you lined up his cock with your weeping slit and began to sink down. His cock slowly entered your warmth, his hips stuttering as a whimper was forced from his throat. He watched your lids drop into a hooded expression as you began to realize how much he was struggling with your tightness around him. You let out a chuckle. “You good, honey?”
Jason choked out a moan, his voice straining as pleasure began to consume him whole. You began a slow grind on his cock, deliberately dragging your cunt over his tip for longer before slamming down onto his length, no warning. “You’re just… you’re so fuckin’ tight, ma,” his voice trembled, nails digging crescents into his thighs.
“There’s no reason for you to hold back, baby,” you comment after catching him trying to resist. He looked downright sinful: his curls sticking to dewy skin, misted emerald eyes that seemed to only beg for more, and greedy, possessive marks you left behind, tattered on his skin to become tomorrow’s problem. He looked absolutely divine. You were so fucked.
You began to pick up the pace of your hips, and Jason squirmed in delight as you milked more and more of his length with your cunt, dropping until he was fully buried to the hilt. Jason gasped, head thrown back in ecstasy.
“C’mon, Jay,” you purred against his ear. “Show me how much you’ve been wanting this…”
“Fuck, okay, okay.”
When the high was over, you went down with a slow slump onto Jason’s chest. You were almost heaving as you attempted to catch your breath. Jason rolled both of you over, and a groan left you as he slowly pulled out of you.
“Oh, messy girl—” he cooed. There was a pool of cum where you and Jason were connected, slowly seeping from your hole and onto your thighs and ass. “—I’ll get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” He moved away, the warmth of his body disappearing, but you felt his arms lay you down against the pillows, adjusting you to be as comfortable as possible.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before standing up and swiping a washcloth from your dresser drawer.
How he knew where those were, you don’t know. Had he been around you enough that he finally knew where all your things were? Or had he been tracking that from the start, out of consideration? Fuck, was Mia about to wake up and discover Jason still in your apartment? Would you have to sneak him out of the apartment before she woke up? Would he even be staying?
Before you could spiral more, Jason came back into the bedroom with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Your questions went unanswered as he softly wiped at the mess in between your thighs, leaving soft kisses on your face in between. You kept your thoughts to yourself as he helped you get dressed for the night, tucked you in, and turned off the light. You didn’t bat an eye when you felt him get under the covers next to you, or when he kissed you goodnight.
You weren’t sure what it would turn into, this thing between Jason and you. But what you did know, when it was an hour later, the sheets had been tousled about, and Jason Todd’s body was lax in your arms, warm breath against your chest, was that you were sure you loved this man. He knew you better than anyone else, and you’d officially reached the point of your relationship where you wanted him more than you had ever anticipated. And it scared you.
Perhaps that fear was always a warning. A last call from the universe to scare you off a path labeled ‘danger.’ But you turned a blind eye for the first few weeks.
Following your and Jason’s hushed-sexy night tryst, the two of you began a relationship. There weren’t any proper labels, and it was anything but a situationship, but it was still a relationship. Kisses were snuck around corners and behind couches. Late nights called for secret meetings and a sneaky baby monitor placed outside of a doorway. You unfortunately just hadn’t had the time to go on a date yet, or be in each other’s space without having to worry about Mia. Even worse, it was nearing the end of semester, show week, and overall, tech rehearsals.
For a high schooler, theater productions were zero-sum games. Despite sharing a passion with your students for the stage, you failed to comprehend why life was so serious to them at such a young age. No matter how hard you tried to drill in the fact that theater was supposed to be fun to your students, they always found ways to stress themselves out and exhaust themselves. You just prayed to god this year no one would get mono.
You walked into the auditorium following teaching your eighth-period intro class, and immediately upon arrival, you spotted five different students on their first energy drink of the night, and another handful finishing their coffee from the day. You waltzed down to the apron to leave your things at your director’s chair. From your peripheral vision, you could spot your head of set design already on a mission to discuss something with you, judging from the way he marched over to you with a purpose, a familiar stress in his jaw and practiced maturity in his green eyes.
“Miss, I need to discuss the upcoming--”
“Damian, I just got here; if it can wait five minutes, that would be much appreciated.”
“Of course.”
Damian Wayne was one of your brightest students. You had only arrived at Gotham Academy three years prior, so you were still getting acclimated to the wants and needs of your students and their overbearing parents. The first day Damian was in your Performance Production class, you had asked him why he selected your course for his elective. You remember him replying, It’s the one thing I haven’t done. From there on, you knew you’d enjoy teaching him throughout the semester.
But one semester turned quickly into another, and once you’d come back from winter break, he was already on the spring production sign-up sheet for production, sending you a curt nod as he left his signature. Soon enough, Damian was on set design, then head of set design, and you enjoyed seeing him work with fellow classmates he once had never spoken to, under a shared goal of success.
After taking a lengthy chug from your water bottle, you sat down in your chair. Relief. Letting out a small sigh, you turned back to Damian, who was waiting patiently and quietly for you to get settled.
“Alright, kid. What's up?”
Damian crossed his hands behind his back, a solid tell that he was feeling anxious but unable to show it. “Regarding the upcoming parent-teacher conference, I must let you know that Father will not be in attendance, for he has business in the city that day.”
“Ah, I see,” you responded, an understanding nod sent your student’s way. Your head tilted slightly. “Your mother won’t be joining us next Monday?”
Damian’s lips quivered into a small smirk. “She and Father got into a disagreement over the way she pressed you last year. She isn’t allowed to question any of my teachers again.”
Letting out a laugh in response, you shook your head, the memory a fond one of yours. “I really didn’t think she meant to offend me. She seems like a lovely woman, but she’s very… passionate… about your education.” You remember the way Bruce Wayne sat in your classroom, head in his hands as Talia Al-Ghul drilled you on your knowledge of various performance histories.
You watched as Damian’s hands dropped back to his sides, the tension in his body slightly dissipating. “Well, anyway, I wished to inform you of that. If the circumstances change, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“Thank you, Damian.”
“No problem, ma’am.”
You hadn’t thought anything of that conversation. Damian wasn’t anything other than a student of yours. But that Monday couldn’t come any faster. In fact, it felt like you closed your eyes Friday night and woke up on Monday afternoon.
The night had been objectively going well-- none of the parents had yelled at you or blatantly disrespected you yet. Most of your students were performing well, especially within your senior capstone class. Those students were in the middle of directing and starring in each other’s limited productions, ones they would perform at the end of the year separate from the drama club production.
Damian had decided that he wanted to direct a production of True West, a slightly absurd play with an ungodly amount of toasters. He seemed to be having fun directing his friends and also putting his best food forward in productions he was acting in. You were slightly upset you wouldn’t be able to share his successes with his father, but you knew he’d receive love and support from him nonetheless. In fact, Bruce and Damian were supposed to be your last pairing of the night, but in anticipation of getting to leave early, you had already begun to pack your things up, when--
“Wait!”
You looked up to see Damian standing in the doorway.
“Hey, kid. I thought you weren’t coming tonight?”
“I wasn’t, but apparently Father decided to send one of my brothers tonight to represent him,” he scoffed quickly. “A stupid decision, nonetheless.”
“Oh, wonderful! Well, where’s this brother of yours?”
Damian sighed, taking a quick peek down the hall. He turned back to you. “One moment,” he announced, his pointer finger in the air, before leaning out the door and shouting, “TODD!”
You snorted, both at Damian yelling at his brother and at the fact that Damian’s brother seemed to be named Todd, which seemed like such a silly name for a Wayne boy.
“Knock it off, I’m here now— the fuck?” Your eyes widened at the man standing in your doorway. The same man who had been inside you just the night before. The same man who not only left early morning to avoid awkward questions with Mia, but took the time to make breakfast before he left.
“Jason?” You sputtered.
From across, Damian’s eyebrows furrowed. “Todd? How does she recognize you?”
The look on Jason’s face was priceless. He turned to his brother in a panic, his typical reserved nature completely out of the window. “The hell is she doing here?”
“I am his teacher—” The two brothers turned to look at you now, their angry staring contest put on pause. “—and neither of you will refer to me like I’m not in the room. Jason, please, explain?”
Instead, his eyes darted away from yours as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Oh. Perhaps he was finally feeling the embarrassment that came with dating you. You frowned. Damian cleared his throat. “Father adopted him many years prior to my arrival. There are three others,” His eyes narrowed at Jason, before muttering, “Cassandra is the better of all of you.”
You held a darting glare at Jason, standing there, curled in on himself. Yes, you were blindsided and slightly upset, but you had to maintain some kind of composure. A question suddenly hit you. “Your last name isn’t Wayne.”
Jason’s face twisted into a pained grimace, too many emotions quickly washing over him before he found any words. He bit his lip. “It… it technically is. But it’s—” Pausing, his expression faltered as your face fell in embarrassment, disappointment, awkwardness, or whatever negative feeling it was that you were feeling within the moment. “—hard to explain…”
“Jesus…," you muttered to yourself. “I mean, this has to be some kind of ethical violation, or something—”
“May I ask what is the matter?” Damian interjected, his hand raised in the air. “I do not understand what is causing such tension between you tw— oh… no.”
One slow blink was shared with each other, then at Damian, who was slowly going through all seven stages of grief upon realizing that his teacher and his brother had been involved with one another.
“I see.” He took a step back. “I shall leave you to it.” He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Jason in the room with a mountain of space between you. The two of you remained frozen, unbearable disbelief grounding you to the earth until Jason finally speaks up, a stark difference to when Damian was in the room.
“Please, ma, I need you to listen to me—”
You raised a shaky hand, cutting him off. You looked off to the side, avoiding his eyes, your own glistening with uncomfortable tears. “I need to get home. You should get him home, too.”
And with that, you grabbed your bags and pushed past Jason, walking off to your car to return home for the night.
But now, you’re here. On your couch. Chugging your second glass of wine before Jason arrives. You gulp the alcohol down quickly, almost shamefully, before setting your glass down onto the coffee table. Not even a second later, a resounding knock is heard from the front door, and you find yourself clinging to the couch and shouting, “Come in!” instead of letting him in like a normal person.
Jason enters the apartment, eyes scanning around for you. He slips his shoes off by the door as usual, hanging his jacket on the coat rack before shuffling over to you.
You feel your lips tighten as your eyes meet for the first time since Monday night. All you’ve dreamt about since then has been him. Little things around the apartment like the labels on your spices, the shoes lined up neatly at the door, and a working bathroom door hinge have all reminded you of him. Reminded you of the short distance between you from both sides of your shared wall.
You can’t help but feel absolutely horrible. Some semblance of a guilty apology starts to form in your mouth, but before you can spit it out, Jason’s already on his knees in front of you.
"I don’t know why I never told you; guess it just slipped my mind in the end.”
“Jason.”
“—And I’ll make it up to you, baby, I swear—”
“Jason...”
“—If you want me to fuck off, I can, I just—”
“—Jason!”
Gently, you take Jason’s face in your hands. Your thumb skims over the scar on his cheek, soft freckles at his cheekbones, the plumpness of his lips, and you take in his beauty. The little things that make him Jason. That seems to completely disarm him for a moment, shock covering his features before realizing you aren’t bullshitting him, his shoulders tensing. “Wait, seriously? I didn’t piss you off?”
“I overreacted,” you reassure him, pulling him into a much-needed hug. Melting into you, his body relaxes as your fingers card through his curls. “I should be apologizing to you for making assumptions.”
Jason pulls away from the hug, hands on your shoulders so he can get a good look at you, a puzzled look on his face. “‘About what?” he asks, incredulous.
“Well, you know. You’re young. You should be at the club, or whatever. If you didn’t want to be with me or it embarrassed you, I’d understand why. I’m inconvenient to be with.” Eyebrows scrunching tight, Jason looks at you, his head tilting as if you have three heads. “What?”
“Bullshit.” You scoff in response, but Jason doesn’t seem to want to hear it. “Bull. Shit. Do you know how fucking lucky I am? Nothing is inconvenient when it’s with you.”
You melt, “Jay…”
One of his arms rests atop your thigh, the other on your hip. Head bowed, you take in the pout on his face and tears brimming in his eyes. “Please,” he begs, soft and desperate. Nuzzling his face into your thighs, he lets a couple of tears fall. Jason seems to relax as he nuzzles at your soft skin. He takes a deep inhale of your natural scent, closing his eyes in satisfaction before looking back up at you. “I’m all yours,” he breathes into you. A kiss to the skin below. “All yours, ma.”
Dropping your hand, you take Jason’s face into your palm. “You mean it?” you question.
Jason responds with twinkling eyes and a soft nod. “More than anything,” he places another soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, which turns into another, and then another, until he’s kissing up your thigh.
He wastes no time in ridding you of your shirt. His calloused hands paw at your breasts, fingers finding your nipples and rolling them around, watching as you squirm in pleasure. He pinches and pulls at your nipples, gently teasing them to a peak, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the inner curve of your breast.
“So soft,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your warm skin. Diving back in, Jason presses a kiss to your other breast, much like the other one, then proceeds to give an experimental flick of his tongue against your nipple.
With a sharp breath, you feel the wetness pool between your thighs, leaving you hungry for more. Jason begins to lap at your breast, spit-slicked and hungry, and your fingers take rein in his curls.
Jason moans in response, his hips digging into the couch as you tug and tug at his hair, only breaking away from your tit to pay mind to the other. Plump lips swell as they latch on and suck, kiss, and suck at your breast, strings of pearlescent string connecting the two of you. Head falling backwards into the arm of the couch, back arching up into Jason, you let out sharp, needy little gasps.
“Baby, please— I need to feel you.” Your eyes are half-lidded and dark. Jason’s twinkle back at you from your chest, keeping your gaze in an unrelenting hold as he flicks at your nipple with his tongue again.
“Mhm,” he moans. “Anything,” Lick. “For you,” Lick.
He finally pulls away from your tits, mouth covered with spit and his lips red and swollen from the attack on your breasts, and he’s never looked more divine. You cup his face with your hand, whispering a simple, “C’mere,” before he leans in compliance and meets your lips for a kiss— this time, languid and warm.
Jason’s unraveled you into a complete, pining mess, leaving you feeling like the lovesick girl you once were and, at the same time, a woman who’s got something entirely new and good in her life, no stipulations. He pulls away with a shy smile on his face. “What was that for?”
You kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m keeping you forever,” you reply.
Jason lets out a hum in response and noses at the column of your throat, heat spreading over his cheeks. “And I’ll stay forever,” he echoes. “Now can I get these off, please?” He tugs at your sleep shorts, fingers jumping beneath the fabric to lightly snap it against your hips.
“So impatient,” you quip as you lift your hips.
The two of you are quick to undress, mere days far too long a time to be separated from one another. Eyes darken with maddening hunger as both of you take in the other’s current state, a certain electricity in the air between you, passing in between short, staggered breaths.
His lips chase after yours as he teases the tips of his fingers against your folds, spreading the slick around your cunt, feeling it warm underneath his touch. You swallow him down, coaxing a broken groan from his chest, the sound reverberating against your chest from his, your hearts beating together under the rumble. Manicured fingers tug at the hair at the back of Jason’s neck, soft tufts of curls grounding you as he slips two fingers inside your sopping cunt, a result of his steady, teasing ministrations. Jason hums in delight as he curves his fingers against your velvety walls, pulling a moan out of you. You twist and turn as he plays with you, spreading your slick around and slowly but surely working his digits further into your cunt.
Sex with Jason feels like the first drink of a crisp, cool Coke after walking in the desert for years. It feels like all the cacti you’ve encountered, the heavy lifting and distances you’ve traveled, the sights you’ve seen and bullshit you’ve dealt with, are worth it when he’s got you with your legs by your head, bullying his cock into your cunt.
The two of you have moved from the living room to your bedroom upon realizing that the couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to have passionate makeup sex. Your bedframe creaks and scratches at your wall with every thrust of Jason’s hips. He swallows you down with his gaze; sweat brews at his brow and nose as he rolls his hips into yours.
Brows pinched together, your head falls back as the blunt head of his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot against your spongy walls, your cunt squelching in response. You attempt to arch up into it, trying to target Jason’s thrusts against the sweet spot, but it doesn’t work out.
All of a sudden, you feel Jason’s hands on your hips. With one quick move, you’re belly down on the bed with Jason’s cock buried further inside you. His lips brush against the shell of your ear. “S’ that what you wanted, ma?”
“Mhm,” you whine out, voice straining as Jason lifts your hips so your ass is flush to his hips as he milks your heat with his length, the tip once more meeting your most sensitive spots.
Jason leans into you fully, his bodyweight against you, tucking his face into your neck. “So tight,” he croaks. His thrusts are frantic and deep as you’re held in his embrace. You raise your ass up just a hair, and a groan leaves Jason. “You trying to make me fill you up already? Hm? Want me to make you a mommy again?”
“Yes, yes, please, baby—“ Taking hold of your plush hips once more, Jason ruts deep into you, fervently burying his cock into your cunt over and over again. His thrusts settle into a deep, relentless rhythm, cock dragging across your velvety walls at a dragging pace. “Fuck!” You pant, feeling the breath knocked out of you. You bring your hand down to rub at your clit, feeling yourself involuntarily clenching around Jason’s fat cock, pistoning in and out of your pussy. As you rub tight little circles into the bundle of nerves, you feel your orgasm begin to approach.
Jason turns your face to the side and kisses you messily, strings of spit in between your mouths as his tongue licks and teases at the cavern of your mouth. He only pulls away when he feels you clench and spasm around him again, your pussy squeezing the base of his cock in a vice grip. “Fuck, mommy, you gonna cum?” You nod frantically in response, feeling your abdomen tense as lightning rods of pleasure shot through you.
At this point, Jason is fully panting and trembling with every thrust. You arch further back. “Don’t hold back,” you beg. “M’ gonna cum—“ The second he feels you clench tight around him, the walls immediately burst, and he finds himself bullying his cock into your core as he comes inside you with a hoarse groan, his face buried in the heat of your neck. The sheer force of Jason’s release is enough to trigger your own, and you find yourself coming with a ragged cry, unable to suppress your volume from overwhelming pleasure.
Jason topples over, pulling you into his chest. You tremble as his cock pulses inside of you, his ropes of cum slowly spilling from your cunt. The two of you are blissed out, sharing deep breaths as you catch up with your bodies. You feel little kisses being peppered onto your head. “Feeling good, ma?”
Nodding, your eyes speak for you, drooping lower and lower the longer Jason holds you in his arms. You realize that this is what life is supposed to feel like with a man, that life as a mother can fit someone else to come into the picture-- as long as they're right and they work for you. And you're damn sure that Jason works for you.
"I feel amazing," you answer. "Fantastic. The best, even. I'm not joking when I say I'm keeping you forever."
Jason drops a kiss onto your lips. "Do I get a bed?" he quips playfully.
You’re about to speak when your phone suddenly rings. The caller ID reads the name of Mia's friend's mother.
You pick up on the second ring. “Hello?” Jason watches as your furrowed brows slowly relax as the person on the other end speaks. You end the call quickly after.
“What’s up?”
“I have to get Mia. Someone got sick, so the kids are being sent home to avoid getting sick themselves.”
Jason shakes his head. “No, no,” he places a hand on your naked shoulder. “How about I start you a bath, then I can pick her up while you get yourself cleaned up?”
You still, a smile and blush growing on your face as you look at Jason, who’s got the most serious and determined look on his face. Your heart warms at the sight. Leaning in to kiss him, you announce, “We’ll go get her together.”
what if you found love with your sister’s boyfriend. not a good idea right?
⤷ pairing ˗ˏˋ sister’s boyfriend!jake x inexperienced fem!reader ˎˊ˗
⤷ est. word count: 20k teaser wc: 837 words
genre: smut minors do not interact, sister’s boyfriend au, infidelity (but not actually though), p with plot, p with feelings, forbidden love, morally ambiguous characters
content warnings: dub-con, cheating, manipulation, jealousy, kissing, toxic family dynamics, toxicity, jay feature, marco polo pool game, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, p in v, praising, degradation, dirty talk, teasing, jake is pervy, groping, reader is oblivious and inexperienced, oral (f + m rec.), fingering, squirting, deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, breeding kink, corruption kink, creampie, handjobs, petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart, nasty girl)
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‘Dear diary, I have a confession to make’
‘My sister’s boyfriend is fucking hot’
Acceptance is a big thing your family lacks doing, always seeming to be in the denial stage when it does no justice to anyone but themselves.
The selfish of the selfish, only caring about themselves and how to look the best. So due to the uncontrollable association it only must be true on your end. The apple never does fall too far from the tree.
You are not a good person.
That is what you used to believe until you met your sister’s current new boyfriend, Jake.
While this was the first time you were dissecting any of her relationships, it was obvious this one was different. It wasn’t like any of her old ones. There were too many loop holes on how they came to be, especially when she had just gotten out of a 1 year relationship with her longest lasting boyfriend—Heeseung.
It started off as a rough patch like always until she found herself a new boyfriend to keep her busy, and you just thought it would be someone within her usual taste.
Yet, this time she was charted into territory that she would never be caught dead in but on the opposite side, you would have an absolute field day in.
That’s how indefinitely you knew you were not a good person. Not because of the association or pressure to fit in but rather because it’s just in your blood.
‘He always keeps looking at me even when he’s clinging to my sister like a vice and it’s fucking aggravating’
‘How do they cross paths? That’s the million dollar question’
‘Usually she’s the one parading her latest boyfriend around but I just guess not this time.
‘All I want to know is how she stumbled upon this gem by chance’
You scribble out the last sentence and groan loudly as you end up ripping out the page and crumbling into a ball in frustration. Huffing loudly as you squish the paper ball, your phone pinged and you glance over to see the message ‘Come over’ illuminating your screen.
Sighing heavily as you flip your phone over and stand up from your chair and walk out of your room to dispose of the crumbled paper properly.
You make a mental note to search for your old trash bin in order to avoid having to come outside of your room so much.
Right when you were about to turn the corner, you yelped and dropped the paper in hand when you heard the cluttering noise in the kitchen.
Rounding the corner quickly, you catch Jake with piles of plastic containers scattered around and a small pot in hand as he stares at you like a puppy that just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes! Sorry, I’m okay. I just wanted to make some ramen cause I got a little hungry and your sister told me I could just go alone to make it since she didn’t feel like coming with me”
“Sounds typical of her” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose for a second before letting go and looking at him, “Do you need any help?”
Jake waves his hand and smiles warmly, “No I should manage fine hopefully” He chuckles and awkwardly rubs his nape, “If not you can come running back when you start to smell smoke or hear a loud thud”
“Oh don’t worry I’ll be on high alert” He chuckles softly and it makes you softly smile back before clearing your throat at the awkward silence, “Well uhm I’m gonna go, please don’t blow up our house ”
“Can’t make any promises”
You give a tight smile as you quickly speedwalk away as fast as you could before it can be considered running.
Grumbling under your breath when you made it back your room, you thump your head back against the door and closed yours eyes with a deep sigh, “She doesn’t deserve him”
“Hey wait!” Jake calls out when he sees the balled paper sitting perfectly where you once stood but sighs heavily when he realizes you were gone
He stoops down and picks up the discarded paper and he knows he should be more mindful to not read it. But, he’s a curious person.
He unfolds the paper and once it’s flattened out just enough, he glances over it and proceeds to reread the note or more like diary entry way more than he would like to admit.
There was a beating in his chest that he couldn’t control and the small smile m grew wider until his teeth were showing. Trying to hide it with a hand over his mouth as he kept repeating the first two sentences.
‘Dear diary, I have a confession to make’
‘My sister’s boyfriend is fucking hot’
Jake gulps down his happiness to neatly fold the wrinkled paper and tuck into his pocket, “Your dirty secret is safe with me”
summary: you teach felix how to eat you out, and he ends up performing better than expected.
warnings: non idol au, felix in my dumb psycho cannibal characterization of him but you can’t even tell about the psycho part it’s not mentioned at all, he has no context of personal space, sexual content, oral sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, biting, drool, period sex(not the main event of the fic, it’s a little little scene towards the end), menstrual blood eating, mild pain
word count: 4k
it’s suspiciously quiet in your apartment. which, when you know felix, is usually a bad sign.
today, however, he’s currently just on your couch. skinny little legs dangling off the side, head upside down, watching you walk around the kitchen. interested in you. a little dumb. okay, really dumb.
“what are you doing?” he asks.
“making tea.”
…
“why?”
“because i want tea.”
…
“oh.”
soon, he appears in the kitchen doorway. because he wants to be near you. his hair is a mess, looks cute. he’s shirtless, that little happy trail of dark hair disappearing into his cute lil pants that are doing nothing to hide how skinny his hips are. chain on his neck catching the light. he looks beautiful. (until he opens his mouth. there is nothing in that skull. it’s just wind.)
you pour the tea and lean back against the counter. he’s staring at you.
“come here.” you tell him.
he lights up(visibly) and walks over. biiiiig dumb steps.
you hop up onto the counter so you’re sitting on it, legs dangling, and he naturally moves between them. his hands land on the counter beside you, boxing you in.
“what?” he says.
“nothing. just talking.”
“okay.”
he’s so close you can see the tiny scar on his eyebrow. you’re pretty sure he got that because he ran into a glass door once.
he tilts his head.
then he starts sniffing, the bitch. sniff. sniff sniff.
and then the shitmachine just full on shoves his face straight into your crotch. nose first. his hands are still on the counter but now his shoulders hunch forward so he can get closer, cheek smushing against your inner thigh.
“HEY.” you shove his head back quckly, palm on his forehead. “personal space!”
he stumbles back a bit, blinking, confused, dazed, lips parted, cheeks pink from the sudden lack of oxygen against your pussy. “what.”
“you just— you can’t just— what the fuck was that??”
“you smell weird.”
“…excuse me?”
he tilts his head again, thinking very hard. then leans forward a little, sniffing the air. “not bad weird. like… tasty weird.”
you rub your face. “tasty.”
“yeah.”
“you mean i’m ovulating.”
blank stare from him. you can literally see the gears turning in that peanut brain.
one second.
two seconds.
three.
then his eyes widen. imagine the lightbulb above his head and all. “OH.”
“you got it?”
“yeah.” he says proudly. “i learned that in med school.”
right.
right.
you’re still not sure how he got in.
“good.” you sigh. like sigh. “then you know why you can’t just sniff people like that.”
“why?”
“because it’s weird.”
“oh.”
…
“but it smells good.”
“do not start.”
“i’m not starting.” he says. so dumb.
he leans closer again, nose twitching.
you smack his shoulder. “stop sniffing me!”
“i’m not sniffing you.” he insists, while very clearly sniffing you.
“jesus christ. listen. you cannot just… react to that smell.”
“why?”
“because that would mean you’re basically—” you wave your hands. trying to find the words. really trying to. “—trying to eat me out just because of hormones.”
“…eat you out.”
you so regret saying that.
“what does that mean?” he asks.
great.
you sigh, already exhausted. “it’s… when someone uses their mouth.”
“like kissing?”
“not exactly.”
“like biting?”
“no.”
he squints at you, trying to solve the puzzle. “like… chewing.”
“no.”
“like eating.”
“not literally eating.”
“okay… but with mouth.”
“yes.”
waiting a bit.
“eating out means licking someone’s pussy, felix. vagina. with your tongue. eating it, baby. until they cum. usually. it’s intimate. sexual.“
slowly, you can watch the single brain cell finally connect the dots.
“oh.” he breathes. then, quieter: “ohhhhh.” his face flushes all the way to his ears. but!! he doesn’t look embarrassed. “can i try?”
you stare at him.
he stares back. hopeful. clueless. sweet. he’s so cute.
“you… want to eat me out? right now? first time ever?”
he nods. “yeah. please? i wanna make you feel good. and you smell so good right now and i keep thinking about… about putting my tongue there. is that okay? did i say it wrong? i can be gentle. i promise.”
you stare at him for a loooong time.
he waits. just looks at you with those big, empty, adoring eyes. completely serious. completely clueless. completely felix.
you exhale. slow. “…okay.”
his whole face lights up. “really?”
“yeah. but slow. and you listen. got it?”
he nods so hard his hair flops into his eyes. “mhm.”
you slide off the counter, legs a little shaky from the sudden rush of heat between them, and grab felix’s wrist before he can follow his nose right back into your crotch.
“bedroom.” you say firmly. “now. we’re not doing this on the kitchen floor like animals. i need to be comfy.”
felix blinks. processes. then his face splits into the biggest, dumbest grin you’ve ever seen, already going with you. “do i need to bring anything? like… water? a towel? school said hydration is important during physical activity—”
“just you.” you call over your shoulder, pushing the bedroom door open. “and maybe shut up for five seconds so i can think.”
he shuts up. mostly.
you flick on the bedside lamp (soft gold light, not the harsh overhead), kick the comforter back, and climb onto the bed. settle against the headboard with pillows propped behind you, knees bent, thighs parted just enough to make him freeze in the doorway.
he stares. mouth slightly open. eyes huge.
you pat the space between your legs. “come here. on your stomach. between my thighs.”
he crawls onto the bed, elbows and knees, ass wiggling a little in excitement, until he’s lying flat on his belly with his face inches from your covered pussy.
he looks up at you. waiting. eager. completely blank behind the eagerness.
“okay.” you breathe. “first. take my pants and panties off. slow.”
he nods so fast his hair flops into his eyes. reaches up, hands shaking just a little, and hooks two fingers under the waistband of both at the same time. peels them down your thighs. when they’re off and tossed somewhere behind him, he just… stares again.
“holy shit.” he whispers. “you’re so pretty. and wet. and shiny. is that normal?”
you laugh. “yeah. that’s normal when i’m turned on. now, start with kisses. inner thighs first. soft ones. work your way in. everywhere but right there yet. tease me. make me want it.”
he starts just like you told him to. kisses, messy, open mouthed, a little too enthusiastic at first. he’s pressing big, wet ones along the crease of your thigh, then the other, then back again, hoping that’ll make you feel good.
his lips are warm, a little chapped, and he’s breathing so hard through his nose you can feel the puffs against your skin. he’s shaking, actual little tremors in his shoulders.
then he pulls away and just stares at your pussy. dumb little eyes, not a thought behind them, locked on you.
and he leans in. the second his tongue touches your inner lips at first, hot, wet, oh my god, he makes this tiny “mmph” sound in the back of his throat.
he moves his tongue around a little. just testing the texture first. which he likes. a lot.
he pushes his tongue forward. the flat of it drags up your slit in one long, experimental lick, parting your lips. he doesn’t know what he’s doing, so he just… keeps going. sloppy. curious. his tongue is thick and warm and he uses way too much of it, shoving it between your folds, getting you all wet. he licks left, then right, then straight up again, nose bumping your clit on accident.
he flattens his tongue and laps at your entrance, then curls the tip and tries to push inside you. he’s messy about it. spit and your wetness mix and drip down his chin.
“felix, slower.” you guide. hand in his hair. gentle. “focus on the clit.”
he tries. god, he tries. he licks around your clit in wide, clueless circles at first, missing it half the time, tongue sliding over the hood instead of the actual nub. when he notices where he needs to be to make your hips twitch, he stays there. pressing. licking. little teeth, ow.
he pushes your lips apart wider with his thumbs, clumsy, too hard at first, then gentler when you tense, exposing everything so he can lick deeper. there are actual strings of spit connecting his bottom lip to your pussy every time he pulls back for air.
“you’re getting wetter.” he mumbles. “is that good? am i doing good?”
he does. lips close around your clit, so eager, and he sucks. hard enough to make your back arch off the pillows. his tongue keeps moving inside his mouth, fluttering against the sensitive bud while he sucks.
sucks then stops with a wet pop and a manly breath. then sucks again, gives a little moan before wet pop and manly breath again. it all sounds so wet.
he’s drooling so much now it’s running down your ass, soaking the sheets. humping the bed while he eats you. he doesn’t even notice. too focused. too brainless. groaning into your cunt like he’s the one getting eaten out.(not a bad idea. you’ll explore that later)
he’s so fucking brainless about it. at one point he stops completely, face shiny, eyes crossed a little, and just presses his open mouth against your clit and hums in pleasure. then he goes back in, tongue pushing your folds around, exploring every inch, just loooving it down there. he even tries sucking gently on one of your lips, then the other, testing the give, the softness, the way it makes you breathe funny.
when you give his hair a little tug in pleasure, his eyes roll back for a second, actual eye roll of bliss. his nose keeps bumping your mound every few passes, hot little puffs of breath fanning over you.
he pulls away. breathes on your wet cunt. goes in again. humming around you in pure bliss.
your back arches off the bed. hand tightens in his hair. you moan. there we go.
felix pulls off just enough to look up, wide eyed, terrified he fucked up. “was that bad? i just—i felt it flutter and i thought maybe—”
“good.” you gasp. “so fucking good. do it again. suck and hum. please.”
he moans, loud, then seals his lips around you again. suck. hum. suck. hum. his tongue flicks the underside of your clit in tiny little taps while he sucks, clumsy but deep.
he’s making the filthiest sounds, wet slurps, needy whimpers, little “mmph mmph” every time you clench around nothing.
his hips are rocking in helpless thrusts into the mattress as his mouth goes down, though it never parts from you, and he pushes his tongue deep into you again. thrusts in and out in shallow little pumps while his nose grinds against your clit. he’s moaning nonstop, vibrations right inside you now. his hands slide up to grip your ass, spreading you wider so he can get deeper.
he’s just… hungry with it. ravenous, even. licking like he’s trying to crawl inside you and live there. sloppy. wet. obscene. drool and your slick running down his chin, dripping onto the sheets. letting out constant muffled whimpers and the occasional “mmph—fuck—so good—so good”
but fuck, he’s good.
instinctive. relentless. every time you twitch or gasp he adjusts, flicks harder, sucks deeper, hums louder. his peanut brain finally found something it’s good for, which is making you feel good. making you drip. making you shake.
he’s so dumb. so sweet. so utterly, brainlessly devoted. and so fucking good at it already.
but he’s still felix. come on. so when he gets too excited, too hungry, he forgets that he’s handling a fragile girl under those sharp cannibal teeth of his.
his teeth graze your clit. not hard at first, just a scrape. you jolt, thighs clamping around his ears on instinct.
he doesn’t notice. keeps going. sucks a little harder. then actually bites. small, but still.
“ow, ow ow ow, felix, gentle!”
you yank his hair hard. he yelps, muffled into your pussy, and pulls back just enough for you to see his pretty face.
chin dripping, lips swollen and red, eyes wide and panicked.
“sorry sorry sorry.” he gasps, spit stringing from his bottom lip to your clit. “i didn’t mean—i just—you taste so good and it was right there and i thought—i thought maybe a little bite? i’m sorry i’m so dumb i—”
his voice cracks. actual distress. he looks like he’s about to cry. it’s fucking hilarious.
you loosen your grip in his hair. stroke his scalp instead. soft. “it’s okay, baby. just… no teeth. okay? lips and tongue only. you were doing so good.”
he nods frantically. now hair not flopping into his baby little face because it’s stuck to his skin.
he dives back in slower this time. careful. lips sealing around your clit again, soft suck, gentle pull. he hums again, and you feel it all the way up your spine. now that’s good.
“better?” he mumbles against you. barely pulling off enough to speak.
“so much better.” you breathe. hips rolling up to meet his mouth.
he moans at the praise. the sound vibrates right through your clit and you gasp.
you grind down, slow at first, smearing yourself across his face. he lets you. opens wider. tongue flat and still so you can ride it however you want.
you find the rhythm. small rocks forward, clit dragging over the flat of his tongue, then back so the tip catches the underside. forward again. back. he follows, head tilting just enough to give you the perfect angle, nose bumping your mound every time you push forward.
now you’re actually giving sound. moaning and whining and crying out and “felix, fuuuuuck, don’t stop—right there!”
aaand that’s it. felix just made you cum thru his first time eating pussy. ever. pretty sick, dare i say.
and he sucks you through it. not consciously, just naturally. like, he doesn’t think. it’s like the way he knows that when he jerks off, it feels better when he strokes himself through it rather than just stopping after he cums. so he does the same to you. so sweet.
and he lets the intrusive thoughts win. his lips open wide, and he takes as much of your pussy into his mouth as he can, whole mound, clit, folds, everything, seals tight and gives one big, greedy suck.
then he bites.
not hard enough to break skin, thank fuck, but his jaw is still strong from so many human eating. teeth sinking into the swollen, oversensitive flesh of yours just enough to sting, to shock, to send a fresh jolt straight through your still pulsing clit.
you scream now. your thighs snap shut around his head, heels digging into his back, trapping him there. he moans, muffled, into your cunt, the sound vibrating right against your raw nerves.
this bitch is a natural.
you roll. desperate to breathe, to escape the overstimulation, to curl in on yourself. you twist sideways on the bed, hips jerking, trying to close your legs tighter.
he turns with you.
greedy fucker.
doesn’t let go for a second. just rolls his head with your movement, keeps his mouth sealed to you and his hands on your ass, tongue still lapping slow and sloppy through the mess he made.
“felix, fuck—too much, too sensitive—”
he doesn’t stop, just softens his sucks. gentler laps now. little kitten licks over your throbbing clit while you shake and sob into the pillow.
“can’t stop.” he mumbles against you, slurred with your slick.
you try to push his head away, really trying to, but he just whines.
“noooo.” he mumbles into your pussy, voice muffled and pitiful. “just a little more. please? i can be gentle. promise. no teeth this time. just tongue. just—mmph—”
he tries to dip back in. tongue flicking out. you grab a fistful of his hair, harder this time, and tug his head back until his mouth finally leaves you with a wet pop. slick strings from his bottom lip to your clit, he chases it with his tongue for half a second before you yank again.
“felix. no.”
he freezes. eyes wide, glassy, pupils blown to black. chin dripping. cheeks flushed bright red. he looks horrible but it’s so cute and so hot, hair a sweaty mess, lips swollen and shiny. he was made for eating pussy.
“okay.” he whispers. so cute. obedient. a little heartbroken. “sorry. i just… really liked it. you sounded so pretty. and tasted even better. i got carried away. dumb. i’m dumb. sorry.”
you exhale. shaky. feel a little bad for him but then remember that he’ll probably forget about it by tomorrow(not about the pussy eating, about him being dumb) so after all you’re fine. just… really overstimulated.
“it’s okay, baby. you did good. really good. just… too much right now. sensitive.”
he nods. eyes still locked on your pussy.
you collapse back onto the pillows. flat on your back. legs falling open, boneless. chest heaving. skin slick with sweat. the sheets under you are soaked, your juices, his drool, his earlier mess from humping the mattress.
felix curls around your left leg. cheek pressed to the inside of your thigh, one skinny arm slung over your hip, fingers tracing lazy little patterns on your lower stomach. not on purpose to be sweet, he’s just too dumb to have his fingers still. he’s still breathing hard, ragged little puffs against your leg, but he’s content. utterly. the orgasm he gave you was one of the best things he experienced in his dull and bloody little life.
you’re both quiet. just the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. your heart hammering against your ribs. his slowing against your thigh.
it’s… intimate.
more intimate than the actual act, somehow.
“you okay?” he mumbles eventually. voice small. sleepy. “did i do it right? was it good? did you like my tongue? i tried really hard. i can practice more if you want. like… every day.”
you laugh, weak, hoarse. reach down and card your fingers through his sweaty hair. “yeah, baby. you did really good. really fucking good.”
he smiles against your leg. nuzzles closer. happy little sigh. “cool. i liked it too. a lot.”
you close your eyes. let your hand rest on his head. feel the rise and fall of his breathing sync slowly with yours.
dumb fuck.
sweet fuck.
your fuck.
after that first time, felix doesn’t just “like” eating pussy. he becomes fucking obsessed.
look. the build up of his peanut brain looks like “hungry” and “hungrier.” hungry goes for eating you out. hungrier goes for cannibalism.
he’s a munch in the truest sense in this world. pussy drunk, whatever synonym you want. he’ll drop to his knees the second you walk into a room if he catches even a hint of your scent shifting.
doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, he’ll sniff the air and start crawling toward you before he even registers what he’s doing. half the time you don’t even get pants off before his face is buried. he’ll shove fabric aside with his nose, tongue already out, licking through cotton.
if you’re standing he’ll drop and hook your leg over his shoulder, back you against the nearest wall/fridge/counter/doorframe, and go to town. sloppy. loud. moaning into you and allat.
he gets better fast, too fast for someone with zero impulse control. because he’s a natural. he knows exactly how wide to spread his tongue when you want that pressure that makes you grind on his face and hehe that’s good(dumb fuck), how to flick the underside of your clit when you’re close, how to hum when you need vibration, how to suck just hard enough to make your knees buckle without tipping into pain (unless you ask for pain, then he’s happy to oblige).
he still gets clumsy when he’s too excited, nose bumping too hard, teeth grazing on accident, but now when you yank his hair and hiss “gentle.” he immediately softens, whimpers “sorry sorry sorry.” and doubles down on precision. he’s pretty sweet tbh.
and he’s vocal. nonstop. muffled rambling the whole time. “fuck you taste so good today—so sweet—fuck there’s more—gimme more—please—i’m so thirsty—your clit’s so fat right now—i love when it swells like that—can i bite just a little? no? okay okay lips only—fuck i’m gonna cum again just from this—”
yeah. he cums untouched. a lot. humping the air, the mattress, your leg, the floor, doesn’t matter. if he’s got his mouth on you long enough, he’ll spill in his pants (or on the sheets, or down his thigh) with these pathetic, happy little sobs, never stopping his tongue for a second. sometimes he cums twice before you do. doesn’t care. just keeps going.
once he figured out you’ll literally ride his face if he stays still enough? game over. he begs for it constantly. “please sit. pleasepleaseplease i’ll be good i’ll keep my tongue out the whole time you can use me like a chair i swear.”
when you finally give in he lies flat on his back, arms wrapped around your thighs, and just… opens. tongue out, flat, ready. he looks so ridiculous. so cute. you can grind however you want, slow rocks, fast little flicks, full on humping, and he just takes it. moaning the whole time. just again, sometimes he cums untouched just from the taste/smell/pressure of you smothering him. sometimes he passes out for a second from lack of air and you have to lift off, only for him to gasp “no no no come back i’m fine i can breathe through my ears or something please—”
and then there’s your period. holy fuck. let’s keep in mind that this boy is a cannibal, yeah? so, the first time you’re bleeding(after he discovered the magic of eating pussy) and he’s around, you try to keep him away. shower, pad, locked bathroom door, the works. he still finds you. sniffs under the door. scratches. whines. talking bout sum “babe please, i can smell it—it’s so strong. let me in, i’ll be gentle—i swear—i just wanna taste—”
you crack the door an inch.
he pushes it open with his shoulder, drops to his knees right there on the tile, and looks up at you with those big, empty, pleading eyes.
“please? just a little? i’ll clean you up. i promise. i’m good at cleaning. i like blood. you know i like blood.”
you’re already wet from the hormones anyway. and he’s already drooling.
so you let him.
he’s brutal.
no hesitation. no gentleness. the second your thighs part he’s latched on, whole mouth, sucking hard, tongue scooping out every drop of blood and wetness. he moans so loud it echoes off the tiles. eyes rolling back. hands gripping your ass to pull you closer so he can get deeper.
he’s messy. blood on his chin, smeared across his cheeks, dripping down his neck. he doesn’t care. just keeps sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue while his nose grinds your clit.
and it does help with cramps a lot.
after that, periods become his favorite. he’ll beg for them. sniff you from across the room when you’re cramping and pout until you spread your legs on the couch. he’ll crawl between your thighs while you’re watching something, peel your pad away or pull the tampon string out with his teeth(wtf), and bury his face.
he gets louder. hungrier. more feral. teeth grazing more often until you have to yank his hair and remind him “no breaking skin, felix.” he whines, apologizes, then goes right back to sucking like a man possessed.
he’s insatiable.
pussy drunk doesn’t cover it.
he’s pussy poisoned. cunt cursed. munch incarnate.
and every time he pulls back, chin wet(or red), eyes glassy, lips swollen, happy trail damp with pre cum, he just grins that big, dumb, everything-smeared grin and right there you know that you’re so down for him. anything he wants, you’ll give it to him. to make out with your cunt? it’s his. to cuddle up to you when you’re already irritated? all his, you’ll calm down.
he earned it, after all.
but yeah, you’d still give him the world even if he wasn’t a munch.
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, drunk sex, stoned sex, brief dry humping/grinding, heavy petting, groping, unprotected sex, blowjobs, face fucking, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism(?), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, praise, pathetic!nerdjo, alt!nanami, implied age gap, piercer!geto, geto has a jacob’s ladder, oral f!receiving, implied face riding, fingering, sexual acts in return for favors, forced orgasms, and reader has hair that can be pulled
TRIGGER WARNINGS : forced overstimulation, could possibly be seen as cnc? sex while intoxicated but everyone involved is equally wasted/baked #i promise, uhh mentions of needles, brief coverage of the risks that comes with getting a tongue piercing : paralyzation, infections etc, mentions of blood anddd there’s nothing else i can rlly think of but if i missed smth pls lmk !
includes : gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna
word count : 14k (i’m so sorry idk what came over me)
what's playing : pisk mig hardt!!! by dario von slutty, barcode brothers
*unedited
a/n : hello beautiful people! i’m so so so sorry this took forever, and that it came out super long idk what happened there 😭i sincerely hope you all enjoy it <3 and fret not those who miss the aot boys, i do too! my next post will def be abt them :) anyhoo as always, comments are appreciated <33 hate will be deleted.
gojo
the night gojo met you was supposed to be a mundane one, just like the night before, and the night before, and the night before
it’s not that he doesn’t get invited out, he does quite often actually
but he’s in school to get his education and degree and get the hell out. distractions will only prolong this
he finishes his studies early and sleeps early, in order to, of course, wake up early and get a head start on his day
this has been his routine since his freshman year
but then you had to be the ripple in his usual clean and smooth slate of perfect, productive repetition
he was buried in one of his textbooks, back hunched over at a concerning angle with his tableside lamp gently illuminating the pages he could no longer focus on
the sound of someone giggling and stumbling outside in the halls was beginning to take his attention instead
and when he heard a loud thud, he huffed with a breath of irritation, slotting his hang in there! lenticular cat bookmark his friend armin gifted him into the crevice of his book, rising from his chair to pad over to the door
he unlocked it and swung it open, a scowl on his pretty face as his eyes darted around, looking for the source of the noise pollution that was interrupting his study session
and then he saw you, visibly wasted and slumped against the wall, seemingly unaware of the way your mini dress was riding up your thighs
he swallowed hard, blinking to himself as if his eyes were somehow lying to him
he adjusted his glasses, slowly approaching you as if you were a deer he hit with his car, wary and cautious while he neared you
“a-are you alright?” he asked, squatting before you
you lulled your heavy head upwards, smiling up at him, your dangly earrings clinking like tiny wind chimes when you tilted to the side cutely, nodding without a care in the world
“yeahhhhh m’good, how are you!” you slurred, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding with a quick upwards push of his glasses, resting his forearms on his knees
“i’m fine, thanks for asking. where’re your friends?” he asked, glancing around and noting your lack of company
“ohhh i dunno, prob’bly back at the party,” you jabbed your thumb behind you as if it were any kind of helpful indicator
gojo sighed, letting his head hang low for a moment before he stood up and offered you his hand “come on, let me walk you to your dorm.”
you took his hand, wobbling in your heels as you struggled to stand, nearly toppling over until gojo swiftly caught you, holding you up like a newborn calf learning to walk
he bent down, letting you sling your arm over his shoulders while his arm looped around and under yours, ensuring you remained steady while he walked with you
“which one’s yours?” he asked, roaming the empty residence hall to try and find your dorm
“ummm i’m not seeing it,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder tiredly
he exhaled a light exasperated breath, the strands of hair on his forehead fluttering from his huff
“okay, what’s your room number?”
“203!”
“203?” gojo asked, trying to hide his rising irritation. “we’re on the fifth floor. how did you get up here if your dorms on the second floor?”
you shrugged, almost completely slumped into his side as you shuffled alongside him
“mmm i pressed a ‘buncha buttons on the elevator and just hoped for the best.”
he halted, still managing to hang onto you while he briefly shut his eyes, collecting himself before making the executive decision to turn you both around and head back to his dorm
he hauled you inside, still remaining gentle despite his slight annoyance at the situation. he watched you plop yourself into his bed, curling at the foot of it like it was yours
he watched with a small smile, rolling his eyes as he sat beside you
“can i see your phone?” he asked and you nodded, sliding it from your bra and handing it over to him, scooting closer to him until your head was in his lap, resting on him as if you’ve known him forever
his heart thumped at the action, his jaw coming down on itself tightly, trying to ignore the way his cheeks pinched with heat
he patted the side of your head with awkward affection before remembering why he asked for your phone to begin with
he held the screen in front of your face until it unlocked, sliding it open and going to your contacts
“which ones your friend?” he asked and you grinned, tapping on the contact of your best friend
he called her once, twice, thrice, until he had you show him 4 more of your friends’ numbers — all leaving him with nothing but the sound of a stupid voicemail recording
“some friends you’ve got.” he muttered, tossing your phone back beside you, sighing with a warm palm pressed apologetically to the side of your arm
he glanced down at you, sucking on his bottom lip as he decided to just let you crash in his dorm, not fully trusting your claim of where your room was located with the state you were in and also not trusting that someone else would take care of you if they found you slumped in the hallway all by yourself
“c’mon, let’s get you into bed,” he murmured softly, squeezing your bicep affectionately
you raised your head, wide pretty eyes smudged with eyeliner and mascara peering up at him with a small smile, cocking that gorgeous head at him in a way that made him flush hot
“really?” you hummed lowly, inching closer towards him
he reddened, nearly sputtering as he scooted away from your advancements “w-wait no, no not l-like that, i meant—“
“no s’okayyy, i think you’re cute too,” you giggled, cupping his cheek and pulling him in close, your cherry lips peppering kisses along his jaw
your lips trailed towards his ear, your tongue poking out and flicking over the shell of it teasingly
he shuddered a shaky breath, his cock having begun to swell in his slacks at the feeling of you all over him
he shook his head, prying you off of him with delicate hands, his heart racing and face beet red as he held you in place
“y-you don’t know what you’re doing,” he reasoned, reminding himself that you were just a drunk girl who didn’t even know his name, and let alone where you even were. he refused to take advantage of you in such a state
“yes i do! i can show you,” you offered suggestively, a slur in the baseline of your raspy voice, and god it made him so fucking hard but damnit, he had morals
he held you by your arms tighter, halting your movements with a shake of his head
“i can’t, i’m sorry.” he sighed, rubbing his thumb apologetically over the smooth skin of your arm
“why not? you don’t think m’pretty?” you frowned, your head falling to the side with a dejected confusion that was devastatingly cute
he exhaled a laugh, shaking his head again, his hold on you loosening
“trust me, that’s far from the reason, beautiful. it just wouldn’t be right. you’re very drunk and i am very not. you’re not in the right state of mind to be doing something like this.” his hands slid down to your wrists, placing them back into your own lap while he spoke softly, trying to work into your hazy head that he didn’t want to take advantage of your intoxication despite how fucking tempting you were, resting on your knees beside him
you pouted before a lightbulb went off in your head and you grabbed your clutch, giggling to yourself as you pulled out three travel sized bottles of casamigos tequila, waving them around with a glinted grin
“be drunk with me then,” you singsonged, the bottles clanking together in your hand
he eyed the alcohol, initially wanting to kindly tell you to save it for another time, but when he turned behind him and glanced at his textbook then back at you, all dazed and beautiful with the strap of your dress slipping down your arm, exposing a hint of your black lacy bra, bitten lips eager to be on his?
well… maybe a night of indulgence wouldn’t hurt
that night gojo learned he was a lightweight, the three mini bottles went through him and fucked him up faster than he could’ve ever expected, his glasses not aiding in his blurred vision as he found himself on top of you, loose and giggly just as you were when he found you
your legs were tightened around his waist as he kissed you in his bed, his hands roving over your sides and hips, in awe of how soft you felt in his palms
he grinded against your heated cunt, his cock bulging through his slacks, his body desperate to be close to yours
“you’re so warm,” he slurred in your ear, pressing wet kisses down your neck
“so are you,” you panted, practically beaming from the touches gojo mapped throughout your body, the alcohol in his system lowering his inhibitions and enabling his touchiness
“can i take it out?” you mumbled against his lips, sneaky hands trailing down his fit abdomen and stopping right at his belt, tugging hard and pulling him in closer between your thighs
he groaned something guttural and pathetic, nodding against your cheek, his eyes fluttering down to watch your unsteady hands fumble to free him from his pants
his cock landed on your lower belly, his pre dripping out onto the hem of your dress that laid bunched up just above the lace trim of your panties
the sight of him on your tummy made your mouth water, heavy cock hard all because of you
you wrapped a palm around him, pumping him and feeling your hole tighten around nothing as he whimpered above you, thrusting shakily into the channel of your hand
“didn’t know nerds could pack somethin’ like this,” you giggled, swiping your thumb over his leaking pink tip
he just shuddered a groan, swallowing the lump in his throat as he fucked your hand, burying his face in your neck and kissing the skin there messily
“please,” he choked out, moaning thickly into your neck, pulling back to press his forehead to yours, “pleasepleaseplease, i need to feel you, need to be inside you,” his voice cracked, a tearful shaky moan fanning across your lips
“yeah, fuck, p-put it in,” you breathed out, tugging your panties to the side and grabbing him by the base once more, sliding his fat tip up and down your folds, shivering beneath him at the feeling of him collecting your wetness
every time he brushed against your clit you’d moan softly, the sound cascading around gojo’s ears like a beautiful symphony, and it’d only make the blood rush harder to his cock, worsening his impatience to be in you
he pushed forward when you had glided him down your slit, crushing his lips to yours and swallowing your loud gasp at the sudden intrusion, a whiny moan of his own falling into your mouth
“so w-wet an’ wa-arm, oh m-my god,” he panted, his face falling back into your neck, moaning into the crevice of warm skin as his hands came up to grope at your breasts
he began fucking you, his hips drawing back only to plunge into you deeply over and over, his fat cockhead pressing far into you, falling in love with the way your pussy wrapped around him and took every single inch, leaving him to wonder how he ever prioritized studying over this
he hunched over you, just as he was with his textbook earlier, but this time he had something much more stimulating before him, something that was gripping his cock like nothing else ever had before
his plump lips fell to your chest as he curled over you, his cock nestled deep inside you as his tongue dragged wet streaks across your chest, moaning from the base of his throat, his teeth tugging down your bra to expose your breast
he mouthed over it, squeezing the other and pinching your nipple through the material before ultimately tugging down the other cup, his cock twitching inside you
he pushed your tits together and hungrily lapping them up, a loud rumbly sound from his throat falling into your wet flesh soaked from his saliva
your fingers tangled themselves into the back of his hair, whimpering as he fucked into you with such a fluid speed, feeling just how starved he’s been for contact like this
he lost himself in his pursuit of wanting to feel you in the way you were meant to be felt, his intoxicated body chasing nothing more than the pleasure only yours could bring in that moment
he pulled back with a wet pop, his large hands grappling at the underside of your legs and hiking them up, falling back into you with the backside of your thighs flat against his chest, your calves on his shoulders as he slid all the way inside you, drawing a deep gasp that melted into a trembling moan from the very depths of your gut
he fucked you just like that, hips slamming into you with your legs dangled off of him, your head nearly engulfed by his pillows from how hard it fell into the cushion, sobbing tearful incoherencies as you brought your fingers down between your fused bodies to rub your clit
he leaned in, pushing into you even deeper with the action as he brought his lips to yours, moaning in your mouth at the way he dragged his fat cock inside you without a single hitch
your soaked pussy sucked him in with lewd sticky sounds accompanying every thrust he pushed into you, and it turned him on so fucking bad, to hear the way his own cock was fucking your soaked hole raw
“m’gonna cum,” he panted, his glasses crooked and cheeks tinged with heat as he started to lose rhythm with his movements, his hips stuttering every once in awhile as he nipped at your chest
“m’so close, don’t stop,” you cried, and he couldn’t have disobeyed even if he wanted, your voice nearly lost amongst the ringing in his ears when he dove deep into you, grunting thickly with one last deep thrust
his cock twitched, spurting heavy loads of his cum inside you, his brows drawing together with a drawn out shaky he whine falling into the valley of your breasts, trembling hard above you
you rubbed your clit with fervor, whimpering in his neck through the rapid convulsions in your body, sobbing out when you came. His hot cum pumped deep inside you, mixing itself with your own fluids, making a complete and utter sopping mess between your legs
your pussy gripped him hard, squeezing him tight with your hips bucking upwards almost involuntarily, trying to milk your orgasm for as long as you could draw it out for, the delicious friction that came with fucking yourself on his twitching cock being too addictive to stop, and with how utterly soaked you were it was just too easy to keep going
he watched you grind your hips on his cock, whimpering with tears pinched in his eyes from the hot burn of overstimulation. he was panting pitifully, all whiny and breathy, his body tensed up tightly, muscles strained and heavy, burrowing himself in the comforting crevice of your shoulder, bracing himself at the heavy wave of his second orgasm, crying out a pained groan as his cockhead twitched once more and shot another weak load inside you
gojo just about collapsed into unconsciousness above you after that, murmuring something dulcet and fond, sheathed in a drowsy warmth, his softened cock slipping out of you like a reluctant pull
his heavy limbs immediately wrapped around you like a koala, encasing you with him into his descent of a deep sleep, his soft snores the last thing you heard before you soon joined him, succumbing to the exhaustion only a hefty orgasm could bring
the next morning you woke up with a throbbing head, your burning eyes scanning your environment and realizing you were very much not in your own dorm, and nor were you alone
your eyes trailed up the arm wrapped around you, leading you to a thankfully, handsome stranger. your heart thudded and you silently winced, recalling your actions from the night prior, and immediately you prayed that you didn’t completely embarrass yourself in front of someone so hot
you peeled yourself out of his hold, taking a quick moment to admire your apparent lay, feeling oddly proud of yourself
your heart ached, watching him groan and stir in his sleep, immediately gathering up the excess of blanket that had been just draped over you, hugging it close to his chest as a replacement for your loss of presence beside him
you longed to crawl back into bed with him but you refrained despite your wants, bending down to grab your heels and clutch, trying to move as silently as possible to allow him more time to sleep off the drunken night you shared
you glanced over at his desk and decided to leave him a message in his notebook before hurriedly scurrying out of his dorm and into yours, hoping to make it back before everyone else began making their way to their morning classes
when gojo woke up, he was met with a gong-like resounding pain in his head, groaning to himself as he sluggishly sat up, rubbing his head like someone had cocked him upside his skull
he smelled perfume and alcohol oozing off of him and his heavy eyes widened, remembering what occurred just hours before
he snapped his head around, searching for your figure only to be met with nothing
he frowned and trudged out of bed, making his way to the bathroom before he paused in his tracks, a big red note sprawled across the page of his notebook catching his eye
“hiii srry to leave in such a hurry, i wanted to get out of your hair and let u get ready in case u had a morning class. thnks for everything, i hope i didn’t humiliate myself >_< call me if u want (pls do)” besides the endearing chicken scratch was your number and your name, something he never even managed to catch last night
he grinned, making a mental note to text you as soon as he got out from class
geto
as you sat before your gorgeous piercer, you slowly but surely had begun to no longer feel stupid or impulsive for your spontaneous decision to get a tongue piercing
if anything, it might’ve been your best idea to date
he looked familiar, really familiar. you thought maybe you’d seen him in one of your lectures before. it’s hard to forget a physique like the one he has
the thought confirmed itself when he introduced himself, smiling a dashing grin whilst plopping into the black leather seat in front of you
“i’m suguru, i’m gonna be pokin’ you today, what were you lookin’ to get?” he asked, his long, beautiful hair forming what looked like a halo from the way the lighting above him caught his strands
“um, a tongue piercing… i’m kind of terrified though,” you laughed nervously and he chuckled, nodding understandingly, taking a moment to roll a few steps away in his chair, to grab some black gloves before scooting back towards you
“nah don’t be scared, the poke itself doesn’t hurt too bad. the healing isn’t… great, i’ll be honest. but no piercing besides a septum heals seamlessly. it’s the price to pay to look cool,” he grinned, his hands coming up beside your face, jutting his chin towards you, a soft latexed finger tapping your jaw
“alright, can you open up for me? just gotta check your tongue first, okay?” he instructed, his voice mesmerizing like the rest of him, and in a trance-like state you obeyed, letting your jaw go slack
he pressed a wooden stick onto your tongue, eyeing it before motioning for you to lift up the wet muscle
he hummed, nodding to himself as he tossed the stick into the trashcan beside your foot
“so, you’ve got quite a few veins underneath your tongue, but that’s okay — it’s normal. however if i pierce through one of those veins, your tongue could possibly be paralyzed and you’d lose your sense of taste. i want to be upfront with you now and give you the chance to back out if the risk is too big, there’d be no judgement if you wanted to do so. we could even maybe look at different piercing options too, if you’d like.”
your heart pounded with fear at his honesty but you appreciated it, using it to weigh your options
but honestly? despite the huge risk, all your mind could really focus on was how patient and sweet he was, how he talked you through what could possibly happen in such an even and smooth voice… how pathetic of you
you exhaled a low, long breath, pursing your lips. you’d never spoken to him in the lecture you both share, this was really your first interaction with him, besides him possibly (definitely) catching your lingering eyes across the auditorium.
and yet? there was something in you that wanted to prove to him that you were brave, that you weren’t a coward and you were down to do risky things!
and maybe you wanted him to know that he could also be another risky thing you were down to do, but one thing at a time you supposed
“well that is kind of really terrifying but… as long as you promise to not fuck me up, i’ll still get it.”
he laughed a charming laugh, tugging off his gloves to grab a new pair, nodding as he set up the needles on the small metal tray beside you
“you have my word.” he said kindly, going quiet shortly after to focus on getting his supplies together
when his gaze returned to yours, he softened, noticing how your body had grown visibly tense upon seeing the needle come into view
“hey, it’s alright, i promise you’re in good hands, i won’t touch any of those veins okay? the whole thing’ll be over before you even know it and you’ll look sick afterwards. just focus on me, not the needle, sound good?”
“yes,” you uttered shakily, swallowing down the dry ball of anxiety accumulating in the back of your throat
“d-do you have something i can hold onto? i tried to bring my friend with me so i could hold her hand during it but she ditched me because she gets queasy when it comes to blood,” you explained nervously, and suguru couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, feeling endeared by your mousy rambling
“yeah, of course. you can hold onto the bottom of my shirt. does that work?” he asked, his voice dropping down to something quieter and gentler, scooting closer towards you, unaware of how his offer and proximity made your body ignite with an inhumane heat
“th-that’s perfect, thank you,” you squeaked, clammy hands gripping the hem of his shirt, feeling even more nervous rather than less
his eyes glanced down at the way you fisted his shirt, flitting up at you from under his lashes, a small smirk in the corner of his lips, rolling a bit closer to you by angling his hips to pull the chair forward, the small action winding you up tighter than before
“alright, stick your tongue out and stay real still for me okay?” he hushedly ordered and you listened like his words were law, your tongue laid before him, your fists clenched around the fabric of his shirt
“perfect, stay just like that,” he murmured, finding the right angle to push the needle through
you tried to look anywhere else besides his intense brown eyes peering down into your mouth, your heart pounding with his scent enveloping your senses, was that bergamot and something faintly woodsy?
“take a deep breath…one…two…three,” he pushed the needle in, and your eyes squeezed shut, your grip tightening over the material of his shirt, a lone tear slipping down your cheek at the poke
“you’re doin’ so good for me, sweetheart i know, i know, it’s almost over i promise,” he reassured softly, quick and efficient with his actions, swiftly replacing the needle with the taper and carefully inserting the jewelry, pulling back to remove his gloves and swipe away your tear, smiling at you proudly
“all done! you did amazing. wanna check it out?” you nodded, unsure if you were trembling from your tongue literally getting stabbed or from him brushing his thumb against your cheek
you shakily took the hand held mirror he offered, admiring your new piercing
it hurt like a bitch, that’s for sure, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought, just like he said
and he was right, you looked cool as hell, tilting your head all about and watching the way the light glinted into the metal
besides everything else, if he talked you through every piercing like that, you’d let him pierce anything he wanted just to hear the sweet drawls of his reassurance in your ear again
your body was almost unable to fully focus on the fresh throbbing feeling occurring in your tongue, the ache between your legs at his gentle coos being the more emphatic sensation that held your attention at a much greater capacity
he walked you through what the healing would look like, what to expect and how to clean it, even giving you some saline solution to take home with you
you knew you’d have to go home and just google how to take care of a tongue piercing because truthfully, you caught nothing of what he said, you were too distracted by how handsome he is when he speaks, how his perfect lips formed over each word and the way those stray strands of hair laid perfectly over his forehead
“so how much do i owe you?” you had asked, and he leaned back, his forearms resting on his thighs with those big, tempting hands hung relaxedly between his knees
“well, i’m still technically just an apprentice so you’re only lookin’ at 30 for your tongue but…” he tilted his head at you, his thumb coming up and gently pressing to your chin, watching the way your freshly pierced tongue poked out
his eyes flickered back up to yours from under his lashes, smiling with a quiet drop of his hand. “since it’s your first piercing — which is very brave to start off with, i’d like to add — we can do 25.”
your eyes widened and heat fanned itself across your cheeks, your gaze dropping bashfully
“that’s so sweet, thank you, i really appreciate it.” you beamed, letting him lead you over to the front counter
“i appreciate you comin’ in,” he responded without missing a beat, leaning against the counter and watching your fingers open up your wallet, noticing how much smaller they are compared to his own. the comparison made something in him stir, but he hid it once you looked back up at him, handing him your card
“so… i know you’re still an apprentice but… have you gotten to pierce anything crazy yet?” you asked, balancing on the balls of your feet shyly, trying to ignore the swelling occurring in your mouth
he chuckled to himself, pulling the thin receipt out and ripping it off, handing it to you along with your card
“yeah, i have actually.” he answered, wanting you to prod more
so obviously you gave him what he wanted, leaning in and asking, “so what’s the craziest body part you’ve pierced?”
he eyed you up and down, the drag of his eyes making your body thrum with anticipatory heat, aching for a close proximity with him again
“a clitorus.”
you nearly choked on your gasp, stabilizing yourself with a hand on the counter, missing the way geto’s eyes drank you in, sizing you up the same way a lion sizes up a gazelle, watching the little thing with a depraved humor at how unaware it is of the magnitude of hunger directed at it
“are you serious?”
“completely.”
“wow i—i’m at a loss for words… that’s impressive…”
“would you ever get one?” he asked, resting on his elbows, looking straight at you with a mischievous curiosity
you couldn’t help but look away, laughing nervously with a shrug
hell no you wouldn’t, but you still couldn’t shake the desire to try and seem cool for him, somehow working into your head that fearless and nonchalant is his type, unaware of just how wrong you were
“i-i mean uh i don’t know, i haven’t put much thought into it… i just feel like it’d be hard to uh… walk afterwards, y’know? and besides, i doubt i have the anatomy for it.” you thought your answer was sufficient enough, a cool enough dismissal that didn’t make you sound like a coward
“i could check for you, if you’d like?” he offered, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to grow at the way you just about collapsed within yourself, your eyes widening and face so hot he could feel it radiate into his own skin
“oh i—i uh, i wouldn’t wanna hold you up, i’m sure you’ve got other appointments comin’ in—“
“nope. you’re the last one on the books today and we close in 30 minutes. i don’t mind at all. come head to the back with me.”
and that’s how you found yourself right back where you were, except this time laying atop the piercing chair, body cold and nervous, clad in just your sweater and panties, thighs clenched together shyly
he rolled over to you, hands sheathed in those black gloves that made something in you pulse with want
“can you open up for me?” he asked softly, and you exhaled quietly, nodding as slowly as you did when parting your legs for him
“is it alright if i move this to the side?” he murmured, ducking down low between your legs, glancing up at you
you smiled through your nerves, nodding sheepishly
“yeah i—i just um, sorry i haven’t um… shaved… in a bit…”
he scoffed playfully, eyes finding yours with his fingers tucking themselves into the crotch of your panties, pushing them aside unceremoniously
“i don’t care about shit like that.” he answered lowly, his eyes lingering on yours until they drifted back down to your bare pussy
his cock throbbed in his jeans, swallowing back a heavy breath at the sight
he thumbed you open, drawing two fingers over your clit, the corner of his lips slowly rising when he caught the way your breath hitched in your throat and your thighs instinctively twitched to shut
he hummed to himself, raising up your clitoral hood, analyzing the most private and sensitive area on your body, his boxers feeling uncomfortably tight the longer he continued on
he saw the way you glistened, and he wondered just how long you’d be sitting like that, all wet and silent, probably aching to be touched the way he was touching you then
“s-so do i have the a-ah-anatomy for one?” you stammered, your hips squirming lightly while he continued to poke and prod, his fingers having started to trace deep circles over your clit
“mmm i’m not quite sure, there’s one other way for me to find out though.”
“how— oh!” you cried out, gasping loudly when he latched his mouth onto your cunt, delving in deep and swirling his tongue over your clit, ripping off his gloves to grip your thighs tight
he pinned you down into the sticky leather, large hands splayed over your hips, fingers hooked under the pretty patterned material of your panties, ultimately tugging on them to pull you in closer into his mouth
he rolled his tongue in such skilled heavy ripples, every undulation making you tremble beneath him
if he thought you were cute before, he thought you were absolutely to die for when he finally had you like that, sobbing on his tongue and grabbing at the armrests beside you, still too shy to grab onto his hair
“s-suguru, wh-what if some-one comes i-in?” you hiccuped, your head falling back into the headrest, your hips jerking from the way his tongue curled into your sopping little hole
he chuckled, lifting himself from between your legs, shrugging with a glide of his two fingers inserting themselves into your cunt
“no one will, stop worrying.”
“b-but what if—“
he cut you off wordlessly, going back down to suck on your clit and drink in every single worry you possibly had
he pushed himself in deeper, sliding his hands under your knees and pushing them up, chuckling into your cunt when you yelped softly and grabbed onto his shoulders for stability
he guided your hands into his hair, winking at you from amidst your trembling legs, urging you to grab on and wrangle his dark locks into a makeshift ponytail
and so you did, wobbly hands wrapping around a messy ponytail and holding onto for dear life, your body falling apart at every seam that was barely holding you together to begin with, your legs clenched around his head while you fucked his mouth
all you could do was cry and take it, pretty tears trickling down your cheeks, his tongue the culprit behind the waterworks, working itself over your clit in hypnotic circles, fluttering over your sensitive spots unrelentingly
he slowly raised himself from between your legs, watching you with hungry eyes, how you laid panting and twitching in his piercing chair, peering up at him like you knew he could devour you in one swift go
his fingers slid back into your cunt, and you leaned up to kiss him, to drown your moans in his mouth but he dodged it, turning to the side to instead kiss down your neck
“no kissing or oral sex for 4-6 weeks, i thought i told you this earlier?” he murmured with a teasing chuckle, nipping at your pulse, his fingers curling deep inside you for emphasis
your hips nearly lifted off the seat, whining into his chest desperately
“maybe you weren’t paying attention, too busy trying not to soak through my chair huh?” he breathed out, peppering kisses back up to your jawline, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing
“just like in our poli sci lecture, always looking at me and not the professor…” the wet sounds of your cunt getting fucked by his fingers filled the gaps of silence, and he wanted you to hear it, to hear how fucking filthy you were
you gasped at his words, feeling embarrassed and flushed but your pussy didn’t, it gripped him in and sucked his fingers deeper, pulsing around them with a gushing need to keep them tucked inside you
“that why you came in tonight? just wanted to see me up close?” he asked, flicking his wrist between your legs harder
“n-no i-i didn’t even know you were an a-apprent-tice,” you hiccuped a moan, your head falling back into the headrest, your hands curled around his strong biceps with your head hidden away in his chest, huffing in his scent like he oozed a limited supply of an addictive substance
“oh i’m sure,” he cooed, his fingers curling inside you and rubbing at your g-spot, loving the way your tight soaked walls gripped his fingers, his cock twitching with envy
he pulled back, watching you deflate from his lack of touch, trying to cover up your endearing little disappointment by catching your breath
only for him to take it away again by sucking on the fingers he had in you, licking himself clean of your arousal before undoing his jeans, your eyes falling to the thick bulge straining a tent into his pants
he crawled back over to you, kissing your cheek and whispering in your ear
“wanna have a feel?”
you nodded, palming him over his boxers, your cunt throbbing and pleading to be filled and fucked by him as your shaky hand roved over him
his groaned softly in the air above your head, kissing your hairline with a hefty buck of his hips into your hand
he took your wrist and slid it under his boxers, curling his hand over yours and making you feel him bare and all
“feel that?” he uttered, a knowing grin curling around his words
your eyes widened and you gaped up at him, your thumb running down the underside of his cock and feeling cold metal
“y-you’re pierced down here?”
“yeah. wanna feel it inside?” he whispered temptingly, his teeth nipping at your ear
“h-here?” you responded shakily, eyes darting around the empty shop, still aware of your surroundings and at the fact that anyone could come in and see you getting fucked in his piercing chair
“yeah, here. you don’t want to?” he asked, tilting his head and gazing down at you with a mocking dejection
“i-i do, i just—“
“then lay back and just focus on me.”
before you knew it he had your legs over his shoulders and his cock deep inside you, fucking into your soaked cunt with a primal speed, grunting and groaning in your ear about how good you felt
you felt so incredibly stuffed and full, the drag of his cock inside you with the added stimulation of his jacob’s ladder introduced a new sensation you could have never even imagined, but you knew you’d never want to go back to anything else after this
he raised his head from your neck, panting as his hips never ceased their fast pivoting, his thumb pulling the corner of your lip upwards, exposing your canine
he jutted his chin at you, motioning for you to show him your tongue again
he smirked at the sight, sending a hard thrust far and deep inside you to show just how much it turned him on
he rolled his hips slowly, fucking into you more languidly but with the same intensity, lowering his face closer to yours, his breath fanning across your lips
“you gonna let me feel your new piercing on my cock once it’s all healed, baby?”
nanami
it was a hot sticky sweaty crowd that felt like nothing but an accumulation of jabby elbows and uncomfortably viscid arms pressed against one another, but that’s what happens when you show up late to a local show like the one you were in
but it wasn’t your fault, you had to cram in a study session for a retake of an exam you had coming up, and you refused to fail again
and luckily the music was good, it’s what you came for, but it was hard to focus with everyone pushing at each other
it was a given, to be roughhoused and shoved about in scenes like that, you knew that well, but you always tried your best to steer clear of it, not necessarily in the mood to be slammed to the ground by a huge burly guy that’s about 5 times bigger than you
amongst the waves of people, your eyes found the figure of a tall man, dwarfing most of the guys around him. however he seemed indifferent to it, not using his height to intimidate anyone whereas most men who had his height had a gloating air to them whenever they were near men smaller than they were
from where you stood, you could make out a good detailed amount of his features, like his blonde hair and how it curled right under his ears, his sidelong fringe pushed back and away from his forehead, probably pulled back by his forearm after he got sick of the sweat soaking through his strands. and his jaw was so sharp that it was hypnotic to trace over with your eyes, along with his cheekbones. they were so angular just like the rest of him. he stood tall like a dauntingly handsome beacon amidst the brunt of an ocean of bodies
his eyes found yours, and you tensed, embarrassed from being caught, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. you couldn’t really gauge what emotion was on his face, but something hopeful in you fluttered when you caught the downward flicker from his eyes and over your body
he nodded at you with a respectful acknowledgement, his eyes lingering on yours until he looked back ahead at the band, his head bobbing to the beat in a less viscous way than everyone else around him
but you couldn’t look away, at least not for long anyway. no matter where else you looked or tried to pay attention to, he held your focus better than anything in that venue
his gaze would circumvent through the mass of bodies perfectly every time and find you staring, and he’d stare back, sometimes finding a bit of joy in watching you be the first one to shyly look away
throughout the night you found your bodies slowly but surely growing closer, as people little by little shifted about and moved around, lessening the distance between you and the nameless guy
and as time dwindled by along with handfuls of the crowd dispersing elsewhere, you landed right beside your eye tag partner, standing arm to arm with him. nervous flutters flourishing up your skin when you found him already looking down at you, nodding just like he did the first time
you smiled something sweet and soft, unlike your surroundings. he found it cute. he found you cute
he glanced down at you and then was off, stepping away from the crowd and nearing the back towards the restrooms
disappointment thudded in your bones, heavy and embarrassed at his absence, left wondering if you were overly presumptuous
until you looked back up, catching his eyes on you with his hand on the sticker sheathed door, silently inviting you to follow
you snapped into action quicker than your brain could compute what you were doing, unable to stop you from following a stranger into the dirty bathroom at some show
you weaved past the bulky mass of people, your steps slowing and nervously wavering in front of the door, your hand hovered above the metallic handle
you looked around, worried someone somewhere knew what you were there for. however it seemed as if the people around you didn’t even acknowledge that you were there, let alone standing around and judging you for sneaking into a restroom with some guy. but what enabled you to rip off the bandaid and go in was that you could somehow feel his presence just behind the door, waiting patiently for you like the wait in itself was palpable
you entered, your heart hammering in your chest like the music throughout the walls, making the surface beneath your shoes feel like they have a pulse of their own
“hi.” you finally spoke, shutting the door behind you with an accepting sense of finality, your hands behind your back as you stood before the man you’d been eyeing all night
“hello.” he returned, stepping towards you, his footsteps somehow sounding louder than the music that was almost numbing your eardrums earlier
“you’re really handsome.” you blurted suddenly, knowing that if you didn’t say it immediately you’d never say it at all
he laughed, actually laughed at your statement, it was soft but filled with surprise, endearingly caught off guard by you
“you’re very beautiful.” he replied truthfully, like it was obvious to everyone but you
“thank you…” you murmured, just barely audible over the thumping music that thudded within the confines of the bathroom
a dull flickering light above the mirror behind him made him look godly, illuminating the broad expanse of his shoulders, the dim atmosphere offering something you could hide behind
but he didn’t want you to hide away, not when he stepped closer, leaving you little room to yourself
“i don’t usually…do things like this,” he prefaced, like he wanted you to be assured with the knowledge that you weren’t just another girl he lulled into another skeezy bathroom at some local show
you smiled that sheepish smile he quickly grew fond of, a small tilt of your head weighed with feigned curiosity
“you don’t usually do what, exactly?”
he chuckled, nearing you fully, his belt buckle brushing against your belly
“whatever it is we’re about to do in here.”
with that and a last gaze into his piercing hazel eyes, you surged upwards onto the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him hard
his arms came around your waist, an utterance of a moan falling in your mouth while he tugged you in closer
you could taste the beer on his tongue, the taste a vast difference to the fruity drink you nursed earlier in the night, but you liked the stark contrast.
you liked how he was distinctly sharp and quietly bold — the complete opposite of you. different but attracted in the same way two polar magnets fuse together
he pushed you up against the door, slotting a knee between your thighs, offering free reign of his body for you to grind on, to use him while his lips gently sucked over the tip of your tongue
you did just that, whimpering in his mouth with your needy pussy bumping onto his knee, your hands traveling down his body, feeling how firm and hard he was, but also how warm and alive he felt under your fingertips and through his shirt, until you dipped lower to curl your fists over his belt and pull him in closer
he pressed his hips up to yours, groaning faintly in your mouth at your little force of action
“not as shy as i thought you were going to be,” he murmured in your ear, voice thick with an attempt of maintaining his restraint, his wandering hands threatening to betray his endeavors of trying to hold back, squeezing and gripping you tight, leaving behind a streak of heat across the skin he’s touched
your body pulled itself into him, something chemical in you jonesing for something only he could provide, your breasts flush to his chest, lips ghosting the corner of his own, leaving a cheeky stain of your lipstick
“well, i don’t do things like this either, so i figured why not just go all the way y’know?” you giggled, husky and teasing in a way that made him want nothing more than to bury himself in you right then and there
with a suddenness that he couldn’t have predicted, you dropped to your knees, looking up at him with a small smile, making eye contact with your lips parting, leaning in to mouth over his clothed bulge
a low gasp ripped through his teeth, his head falling back with his hand coming up behind your head, not pushing, not shoving. just shaky and desperate for something to ground him
“f-fuck, you don’t,” he swallowed a moan, his brows drawing together and hips faltering weakly before you, your tongue darting out to lick his denim sheathed tip. “y-you don’t have to do this,” he panted his reassurance like it hurt, his chest rising and falling as your fingers worked over his zipper, undoing his confines eagerly
“i know.” you answered, kissing him through his boxers
“fuck,” he exhaled, his head falling forward, his forehead pressed to the rickety door slathered in peeling band stickers and graffiti, his fingers molded around the nape of your neck
he inhaled sharply through his nose when you tugged down his boxers, wrapping a warm hand around his shaft
“you’re so big,” you uttered in awe, tilting him in your hand gently, eyeing his generous size
he huffed a soft laugh, pulling his head back just enough to look down at you with an amused smile
“i’m already hard for you, you don’t have to flatter me.” he joked, running a thumb affectionately down your jaw
you raised a brow, leaning forward to take his fat tip into your mouth, his cockhead alone forcing you to loosen your jaw a bit more than you’d usually have to in order to accommodate him into your mouth
he hissed a quivery breath, clenching his jaw to try and not humiliate himself by cumming fast
and as much as you wanted to admire him while you took him in, you had to close your eyes and focus, to try and not gag and give in to the tingling burn in your jaw from how he stretched your mouth open
your hands wrapped around what you couldn’t envelope down your throat, pumping him with the same tempo as your head, bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue beneath the underside of his heavy cock
he fell to pieces above you, unraveling from the slick channel of your lips and tongue, his tip poking down further than anyone had before, groaning breathily and desperately, like he hadn’t felt that good in a long time
you felt eager to keep up the momentum of pleasure, to make him cum hard and to never forget you even if you’d never see him again, you wanted to leave a mark on him that he’d fondly think of in the silence gaps of his days
you moaned around his shaft, a hint of a smile gracing the corners of your lips, spread wide over his thick girth when he choked on a groan at the feeling, his head falling against the door again, trying his best to not fuck your jaw open
“shit, honey, y-you’re, god – wow,” he panted, his hips having started to pull forward in little upward curls, shallowly thrusting into your mouth
when he heard you gag he paused, guilt overcoming him instantaneously
“f-fuck sorry, is that too much?” he asked, all breathless and concerned, inching himself out your suctioned lips
you shook your head an affirmative no, grabbing his hips and dragging him deeper down your throat, urging him to use your mouth as he saw fit
his forehead crinkled with an upcast tug of his brows, his lips parting shakily when he realized what you intended for him to do, unable to abide by his usual chivalry as he started to thrust deeper into your mouth, his neatly trimmed patch of curly blonde hair brushing against your nose
rather abruptly, behind your head you heard and felt the handle of the door jiggle, the movements of your mouth wrapped around his cock stuttering, but he didn’t care, too engrossed with how fucking good you felt wrapped around him and for the first time in his life he decided to lean into the abandonment of decorum
because, to be fair, he was fucking the mouth of a girl whose name he didn’t know in the bathroom of an underground metal show. why let it stop when it was getting good?
he slammed his fist against the door, keeping it closed shut, pushing himself further down your throat, his adam’s apple bobbing as he withheld a low groan from the feeling of your tongue slipping across a sensitive vein near his tip
“the fuck are you doin’ in there man?” a voice complained, and you looked up at him, a knowing look in your eye
he chuckled, keeping his weight against the door, his hips pulling and drawing back in your mouth, grunting quietly under his breath at the way you took him down your throat, soft tremors of your moans rumbling across his worked up cock
“what do you think i could possibly be doing in here, asshole?” he panted, his hand cupping your cheek gently, contrasting the way he fucked your mouth
the shift in his voice when addressing a random aggressive stranger oddly turned you on, prompting one of your sneaky hands to slip between your legs and rub at your clit over your underwear, your eyes fluttering shut once again, your lips tightening around his cock and traveling lower, going down on him with a more desirous urgency
he choked back a strained groan, forcing himself to not collapse into the door and on top of you, pulling out just to pivot hard inside your mouth, uttering a shaky apology as he came, unable to hold back from the way you sucked him off so earnestly
he coated your tongue with torrents of his cum, pushing himself between your lips a few more times, his sensitive cock twitching against your wet muscle
your brows clenched and you took in steady breaths through your nose, taking each spurt of his load, slowing your movements to ease him through his climax, sucking his tip attentively, a smug grin perked in your lips when you heard a whimper escape him
you eased him out of your mouth, leaning down to leave a sweet kiss over his reddened tip, giving him some time to catch his breath
he still managed to keep the door shut despite the stranger outside yelling and tugging on the handle, his eyes on you the entire time, watching you carefully but quickly tuck him back into his pants, zipping him up like nothing happened
he helped you up onto your feet, hooking an arm around your waist when your knees buckled and threatened to drop you, smiling down at you and pecking your lips as he kept you upright, gently tugging you to the side to swing open the door
the guy outside’s jaw went slack and he glared hard, his eyes flickering between the two of you with disgust
you both ignored his loud wails of complaints, pushing past him with a hard shoulder check, the man you were with taking a backward look behind him, daring the other man to say something else
after the guy grumbled and shuffled into the bathroom, he led you to a quieter section near the bar, pressing you up against the side of the counter, his hands warm and curled over the curve of your hips, his thumbs tracing circles over the slight exposed sliver of skin
“would it be too forward if i invited you back to mine? to perhaps… return the favor?” he asked with a playful sense of shyness, his knee back between yours, slightly pushing upwards as an extra edge of encouragement for you to agree
needless to say you said yes.
the next morning you woke up in an empty bed that wasn’t yours, legs heavy and sore and body covered in the muscle memory of warm calloused hands mapping over every inch of skin belonging to you
you sighed, slumping deeper into the bed and glancing at the alarm clock on what you assumed to be the nameless guy’s side of the bed, your eyes bulging out of your head when you saw the time
you hauled ass in getting dressed, ignoring the stares that came from his neighbors once you made it out, too busy trying to scramble out of his apartment
you called an uber, praying you weren’t late to your first class
when you finally arrived, you quietly snuck in, sitting far in the back, praying no one noticed how disheveled you looked and how concerningly breathless you were
and then you saw him, the unbelievably fine man from the show who was the reason why there was a dull throb between your legs and a bruise formed from his lips and teeth above your breast hidden behind a shirt that smelled an awful lot like him
“class, i just want to briefly introduce you to our new ta, nanami. you may see him every now and then but not often as he’ll be assisting other professors and such but today he’ll be sitting in and aiding me in managing the lab i have planned.” your professor announced politely but stale in his introduction, completely ignorant to the fact that the same ta whose help he’d enlisted had you sitting on his face just the night prior
he raised a hand as a statement-less greeting, a thin lipped smile on his face and glasses resting over his nose, bowing briefly to the crowd of students before him, his hand faltering down when his eyes landed on you
even from where you were sat in the back you could see a flash of a pinky flush dust over his cheeks, your heart thumping when he coughed and faded back behind the professor, slipping into a chair and eyeing you from time to time
and when you all broke off into units for the lab, he passed by you, murmuring fleetingly in your ear
“see me after class.”
toji
if one more shitty thing happened to you that night, you swore someone was getting your foot broken off in their ass
you were trudging into the convenience store around the corner from your university, trying to ignore the biting cold nipping at your exposed arms and legs, and the way your heels pinched at every nerve ending in your feet, laser focused on just grabbing the biggest buzzball you could find and going the fuck home
you got all cute and pretty to have fun at a party your friend scored you invites to, only to be met with nothing but slimeball men, girls who for whatever reason held one sided beef with you, and of course, your ex
with every attempt to avoid him, he ruined it. finding ways to catch your attention and fuck up your mood with ease
so naturally you bailed, deciding fun could be had with a party of one. technically two if you counted the buzzball
the annoying high pitched ding dong sound hit your ears in an unsavory way as you entered, and you glared at the frame of the entrance, mentally cursing out whoever installed that goddamn thing
“welcome.” a voice called out dully, and your eyes snapped towards the front, eyes widening slightly at the man behind the register
he was the guy in your ethics and power in leadership elective, he always sat in the back and kept to himself. was his name toji?
you wondered about him, why a guy that hot was so quiet. and there he was, behind the register at some liquor store on one of the shittiest nights you’ve had in awhile.
you straightened a little, swiping a thumb under your bottom lip in case lipstick was smeared beneath it, trying to seem a bit more put together as you neared the alcohol
you swiped the strawberry ‘rita buzzball off the display, three to be exact to make up for the lack of their bigger counterparts
your heels clicked quietly against the probably once white tiles, now a dirty yellowish muddled color, towards the front, smiling prettily up at toji – his name confirmed when you saw the nametag pinned haphazardly into his black long sleeve, hung limply just under his collarbone
“hi,” you offered kindly despite your soured mood, and he looked over at you, his eyes residing over the curve of your breasts a second longer than your actual face, nodding politely at you as a wordless response
“ID?” he asked dryly, watching you open up that tiny purse, struggling to imagine what you could possibly fit in there
your heart sank and you sighed, your arms going slack along with your eyelids, shutting with pure annoyance, a low huff parting from your glossy red lips
“i…i don’t have it…but you know me! we have the same elective, i swear i’m 21, please, i…i need these.”
he raised a brow, folding his arms over his chest, not showing that he caught you watching the material of his long sleeve straining over his muscles
“you need,” he eyed the three unnaturally pinkish plastic balls filled with alcohol then back up at you. “three buzzballs?”
you huffed, narrowing your stare at him into something irritated and defensive, switching your weight onto a heeled foot with frustration
“look man, i don’t need this shit right now, i’m having a fucked up night and i just wanna get these and get out.”
“well i can’t sell these to you unless i see your ID.” he shrugged, leaning back in his stool
“dude are you serious?” you groaned and he pursed his lips, tilting his head side to side with faux sympathy
“what, you want me to lose my job just because you want to get drunk off some shitty girly alc?” he scoffed, not truly upset at all, if anything he kinda liked pissing you off. you were hot when mad.
he knew who you were, saw you in class and thought you were pretty, but spoiled. always a little quick to growing frustrated, but damn, he can’t deny when a girl is hot, especially when she gets all fired up like you were then
“why’re you being such a dick?” you spat, and there it was, the spoiled brat within you coming out. “i’m not asking you to lose your job for me, i’m just asking you to cut me some fucking slack. you know i’m not underaged.”
“okay, and what do i get for, ‘cutting you some slack,’ huh?” he asked, a curl in the scarred corner of his lips both turning you on and pissing you off
“what?”
“what do i get in return?” he repeated, glancing at the buzzballs then back up at you
“fuck you.”
“is that what i’d get in return?”
you glared at him at his response, remaining silent for a beat until you spoke again
“you’re not serious,” you laughed dryly, your hands on your hips with a look of disbelief
he shrugged and pulled the buzzballs back towards him and you faltered, sighing with a rushed hand sliding over the counter, silently begging for him to wait
“i…ugh what do you want?” you muttered, your fingertips reaching out towards the drinks
a small sly grin graced his lips and he slowly slid them back to you, peering at you as if you were something whose price needed to be determined. how much you’d fare for.
“depends. what’re you willing to do for the drinks that you apparently need?”
you closed your eyes, internally asking yourself if you were really willing to pimp yourself out just to get drunk all alone in your dorm?
but then you thought back to your ex, and the way he held onto someone you thought was your friend and grinded against her, and your eyes snapped open, looking up at the pervy but unfortunately very handsome guy before you, staring you down and waiting for your move
you did always kind of wonder how he was in bed. would he be true to his looks and treat you rough? was he big? did he know how to use it? was he the type to—
“well?” he asked, cocking his head at you
you huffed, exhaling a quiet annoyed breath. “what? do you want me to flash you or something?”
he snorted, shaking his head. “what am i 12? gettin’ a quick peek of your tits won’t do much for me sweetheart.”
heat fanned your face and you looked away, wondering to yourself how far you’d really go with him
“throw in the blue razz elf bar and i’ll let you take me to the back.”
his eyes widened humorously and he whistled lowly, nodding as he turned around, grabbing one from behind him, allowing you a view of his wide, strong back that simmered into a lean waist, the attractive sight making you feel less gross about what you were doing. at least it was a hot guy you were pimping yourself out to
he walked around the counter and past you, winking briefly at you before locking the front door and turning the closed sign around
“follow me.”
he guided you to the back warehouse where they presumably kept their overstock and shipments, wasting no time in picking you up and sitting you down on a stack of pallets, standing between your parted legs
he ran a warm hand up your thigh, feeling your cold skin prickle under his palm
“who’d you wear this for? he bail on you or somethin’? that why you’re here with me now instead?” he murmured teasingly, his fingers toying with the hem of your dress
your heart was still racing from how quickly he managed to maneuver you around like you were nothing but a handful of grapes, feeling flushed as you answered
“i…i uh was at a party… it was shit so… i left. now i’m here…so…can we get it over with?” you weren’t quite sure why you even said that, you kind of wanted to finally put your wonders to rest and indulge in him, to find out if he’d touch you like you’ve offhandedly fantasized about while bored in class
“sure, i gotta be back in the front anyway,” he said before pulling you by the back of your neck and bringing your lips to his
you melted into his touch faster than you expected yourself to, your legs hooking around his waist and tightening him in closer, your hands coming up to cup his face
he slid his hands up and under your dress, his fingers tracing over the hem of your panties, smirking against your lips at the way your whimpers dissipated onto his tongue, using your soft pliant state to grab you and pull you in towards him
he guided you onto your back, laying you down on a large pallet of you weren’t even sure of what, your back clinging to the thick layer of saran wrap encasing the entire thing
he pulled apart for a moment, undoing his belt and unzipping himself out from his jeans
he didn’t pull down his boxers hurriedly at first, instead he rubbed up against your clothed cunt, exhaling a low breath in your neck, grinding his hips up and flush into yours
it made your clit throb, made you actually crave for him to give you more
he brought his hand between your bodies, pressed his fingers to your clit and rubbed in slow circular motions, laughing softly into your skin twinged with his scent
“this wet just for me?” he murmured, nipping at your shoulder
“don’t flatter yourself,” you breathed out, words not as confident as you intended them to be, all trembly like the pit of your belly
his fingers slid down the crotch of your panties, circling over your covered hole, dipping into you without ever giving you what you wanted
“its hard not to when you’re fuckin’ soaked through and all i’ve done is kissed you.” he chuckled back, eliminating any room for you to argue back with a tug of your panties and an upwards thrust of two long fingers inside your cunt
you gasped, lurching up with your hands struggling to grapple around his arms
he held you back down, shushing you with his lips sponging kisses along the pane of your neck, his fingers beginning to curl and pump in and out of you
he took a peek down between your twitching hips and groaned to himself at what he saw, your pretty pussy sucking in his fingers and leaving a milky ring around his digits already, the vision below him making his cock ache in his boxers
“fuck, has it been awhile for you or somethin’? fuckin’ creaming all over my fingers baby,” he chuckled airily, and you grew overheated with bashfulness, hiding in his shoulder, grumbling something wobbly and defensive
he thumbed over your clit, taking each little buck of your hips in stride, pinning you down on the pallet as he fucked into your hole with his fingers, grinding his fingertips perfectly against your g-spot, finding it so much quicker than your ex ever did
so when he pulled them out, you didn’t hold back your disappointed whine, your shame having trickled out of you and instead a lust driven need to finish replacing any reservations you had
he grinned, cooing at you patronizing with his thumb hooking in the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down before stepping back towards you
“s’okay, don’t you worry, m’still gonna fuck you. after all this is supposed to be my payment after all, right?”
your chest wound up tight when his cock was freed from his boxers, along with the muscles of your thighs that he had hooked around his waist, your eyes wide and nervous when they met his
“w-will that fit?” you just about squeaked, body shivering and drawing into his when he began to mend some of your fear, letting you feel his pulsing tip massage over your clit slowly and teasingly, dragging up and down your folds as a way to shush you
“yeah, i loosened you up for me, jus’ keep your legs open for me, babe.” he sighed, relief coursed through his words like a man whose plane just touched down to his vacation, full of ease and content
his thick cockhead worked into your cunt, and you sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers helped in making the intrusion easier, but he was still fucking huge, inevitably bringing forth a burn with the stretch
“sh-shit, toji,” you cried, your lower half squirming away on its own accord
“i know, i know, you’re fuckin’ grippin’ me, jus’ stay still alright? relax, it hurts because you’re all tense, jus’ lemme take care of you,” he shuddered lowly in your chest, and you could feel each word form over your skin, his breath warming your plump cleavage while he spoke
something in the way he shushed you made a little surge of want throb inside you, you wanted to be taken care of, wanted him to handle you and fuck you the way he wanted, the thought of him molding you into his soft and perfect little hole for him to use excited you in ways you never had been before
so you relaxed as he said, you stopped moving and laid back down on the pallet with your legs fastened around his hips
he began moving, groaning thickly into your tits with his hands wrapped firmly over your waist, squeezing you tight and holding you in place while he fucked you, pivoting in and out your soaked pussy smoothly
the saran wrap was squeaking from the way he made you jerk with every thrust, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything except for how it felt getting stretched out and filled to the brim with cock – his cock
he pulled down the low cut neckline of your dress, happy to be met with a lack of a bra, immediately going down to suck on your breast, his teeth not shying away from nipping at the sensitive bud
you cried out, your shoulders caved in from the shock of the sensation, but he made you take it, grunting into your flesh while sending a hard thrust inside you, feeling the way your breast bounced in his mouth
“so fuckin’ soft,” he groaned under his breath, switching his attention to the other one, his cock slamming into you and stilling for just a second, making you feel and focus on the full sheer length he had rammed inside you before he kept going
you slid your hands under his shirt, nails raking down his fit body, your poor neglected clit throbbing as you felt how muscly he was, how his pubic bone kept rubbing up against you with just barely enough friction
“toji? where the fuck are you?” a loud voice boomed out in the front and you gasped, toji’s hand coming down with lightning speed to cover your mouth
“in the back shiu, m’just lookin’ for a shipment,” he called back out, not bothering to cease his movements inside you
you wanted to give him a warning look, wanted to tell him to forget everything and to just go back out and let you sneak out somewhere, but you couldn’t, not with him muffling you fucking you downright stupid with his cock nestled in your cunt
your moans fell into the palm of his hand, the wet clicking sound from your pussy getting fucked still ever present, so toji slowed his thrust, traveling deep inside you at a more unhurried pace, his cockhead still rubbing up against every sensitive and wired spot inside you, but with the new rhythm it made you really feel him, it forced you to revel in how he could slot himself all the way inside you
it felt so good, too good, rendering you to abandon every reasonable bone in your body and to give in to the hedonistic desires urging you to trap him inside, to keep the feeling of him impaling you on his dick for as long as you could
you rocked your hips down to meet his thrusts with desperation, and he looked back down at you, laughing quietly at how needy you were beneath him
“oh yeah? so why was the door locked with the closed sign up?” the voice called out again and toji rolled his eyes, fucking into you harder
“i was comin’ back from my break – look i’ll be out in a sec,” he huffed, turning back to you and replacing his hand with his mouth
he kissed you deeply, taking in your moans for himself, letting every sound falter down his throat while he raced towards his orgasm
“touch your pussy for me,” he whispered against your lips, crashing down into you once more, his hands gripping your hips tight, bringing you down on his cock hard
you whimpered in his mouth, trying your best to be quiet as you rubbed your clit, letting him bury himself in your warm, wet cunt, hungry and impatient to cum
he bucked into you a few times, breaking from your lips to curl his hand over your mouth once more, watching his cock fill you up along with your nimble fingers working your own clit
he slammed into you, shivering above you and clenching his jaw, trying his best to not let a single sound escape as he came
you could feel his hot cum fill you completely, and you sighed into his hand at the feeling, everything in you feeling 10x heavier than before, your body worn in utterly, aching to feel his full weight on top of you like a heated compression you could just melt under
“where the fuck are you? i’m comin’ to the back,” the man apparently named shiu yelled, and toji groaned, slipping out of you regretfully, quickly helping you fix your panties as you aided in tucking him back inside his pants
“hold on man, jesus!” toji replied loudly before hurriedly pulling you in by the back of your head, giving you one last kiss
“thanks sweetheart, come back later tonight for your buzzballs. for now just leave out the door in the furthest corner to your right,” he glanced over your body once more, groaning to himself and leaning in to kiss you again
“later,” he winked, leaving you on top of the pallet to go deal with his boss, wiping your lipstick off of his lips with the inner sleeve of his shirt
with that you quickly hopped off, wincing at the way the saran wrap plucked at the skin behind your thighs, ignoring the pinch of pain while you made off like a bandit and snuck out of the store
you took a hit of the elf bar you managed to swipe off him before he left, smiling with a hazy glow, limping back to your dorm knowing you’d see him again in a couple hours
sukuna
he made you nervous, like really nervous. but honestly who wasn't nervous around sukuna?
you couldn’t tell if it was because he was one of the most intimidating guys you’d ever met or if it was because of your helpless crush on him
to make yourself feel better you told yourself it was definitely not the ladder option
you were waiting outside campus, down the block at the nearest park to be exact, cold and shivering while peering down the street in hopes you’d see his car making his way towards you
despite wanting to buy your weed and scurry back to your dorm, your heart thumped with those familiar bouts of nerves when you finally saw him pull up, still somehow unprepared every time you saw him
you heard the passenger door click open and the lock shoot up, a wordless instruction to get inside
it smelt like weed with faint traces of the cologne he usually wears, a scent that never failed in making your tummy tighten up with a feeling you couldn’t quite place
“hi,” you greeted and he eyed you sidelong for a moment, saying nothing. he craned behind his seat into the back to grab your canister, and if he heard the way you sucked in a soft breath at how close he got for a moment, he didn’t show it when he sat back towards you, tossing it into your lap
normally he wants cash in hand before he gives the weed off, but you’ve been buying off him for awhile, and you’re such a shaken little thing, he knows that you know better than to run off without paying
“40.” is all he said, and you nodded, opening your coin purse to pull out the two twenties you had set aside for this very occasion
classes, exams, life, was way too fucking stressful, and if having to fork out 40 bucks every now and then to keep you grounded was something you had to do then by all means, you were going to do it
he pocketed it and nodded, motioning towards his door
“alright, we’re good.”
you turned to exit out of his car, but you paused, stupidly maybe, but you still did so nevertheless
“do you um… maybe want to s-smoke a little?” you asked, your voice delicate without being forced or annoying like some of the girls who’ve bought from him before. no, you just had this naturally kind and balmy energy to you. like the embodiment of a sunny day
it was one of the reasons why he liked it when you’d call him up, always managing to make time for you whereas with anyone else he’d make them wait for however long he needed them to
but despite your dulcet nature, and how most people would want to approach you gently, he didn’t. he wasn’t sweet like you
he wanted to toy with you, to tease you a bit. he wanted to play with his food.
“you offerin’ to smoke me out with my own shit?” he asked, raising a brow. the tail end of his sentence was snipped with something that sounded a lot like annoyance, his eyes laying over you testingly
you looked away, hands in your lap and face warm with embarrassment
“i-i’m sorry i—“
“hey, i’m fucking with you,” he laughed, immediately clearing away the fake tension he built so easily, and the life flooded back into your cheeks, laughing along nervously
“i’ve got some time, we can smoke for a bit. you better not be shit at rolling, though.” he said, opening up the center console and handing you his grinder
you grinned, twisting it open and dropping a few buds in, closing it tight before you began grinding it up
“haven’t had any complaints yet,” you replied sweetly, playfulness evident in your tone
he leaned his cheekbone against his knuckles, watching you sideways while you grounded the weed finely
as he watched you roll, his lower stomach wound up tight when he saw the way you slowly dragged the tip of your tongue across the paper, sealing it shut
you presented the freshly rolled joint innocently, standing it upwards with it pinched between your index and your thumb, a cute smile spread across your face
“ta-da!”
he plucked it from your fingers, pretending to analyze it
“looks alright.” he said, flickering his eyes back over at you, feigning a lack of impression
once you guys lit up and began passing it back and forth, you grew relaxed, chilled enough to lose most of your nervousness that usually had you wound up so tensely around him
“‘kuna,” you hummed, passing him back the joint
he smiled lazily, surprisingly not possessing the urge to snap at you and growl for you to never call him that again, something he’d have done with anyone else. but with you, he instead nodded, resting casually in his seat as he looked over at you
“what’s up?”
“did your face tattoos hurt?” you asked, low and heavy eyes tracing over the line work across his features
he snorted, taking a puff and fanning it over your face, watching you flutter your pretty eyes shut to inhale it
“it was 3 hours worth of a needle darting across my face, sweetheart, what do you think?”
you let out a breath of awe at the knowledge of how long it took to get his tattoos done, leaning forward with your finger hovering above the black ink across his face
he glanced down at the tip of your finger, lunging forward to pretend to bite it off, an amused upwards pull rising in the corner his lips when you yelped and jerked back
“hey calm down, stop being such a scaredy cat, i won’t bite you,” he laughed, leaning in closer to you
“cmere,” he added, grabbing your wrist and taking one of your fingers, setting the tip of your index over the sharp corner of the black ink stretching over his cheekbone
“you can trace.” he offered promptly, his voice thick with the rasp smoking instills in it, his eyes narrowed lazily on you as you took his offer
you leaned in closer, unknowing to the way his eyes drifted down and ran over the curve of your breast, his dry tongue from the cotton mouth suddenly growing a little wetter at the sight
you drew your fingers across the markings on his skin, humming with a sweet admiration
his eyes shut for a moment at your soft touches, a low gruff sound of relief coming from the base of his throat
“you’re so pretty ‘kuna,” you commented, your thumb drawing over his cupid’s bow, circling over the plump pink skin of his top lip
he opened his red twinged eyes, scoffing a slight laugh, his hand coming up to grab your wrist and playfully tug it back down
“i’m not pretty.” he replied dryly, his hand still wrapped around your wrist
“i think you are…” you responded, voice hushed and drawn out from the weed, and god it did something to him
he stayed silent, his hand dropping your wrist and traveling behind your head, slowly dragging his fingers up your hair, before he tightened around your locks and tugged backward, grinning darkly when you gasped sharply and reached out for him
he brought his lips to your throat, trailing down with hot, wet kisses
“why’d you really wanna smoke with me, huh? is this what you wanted?” he asked, tugging on your hair a little harder, his teeth baring out against your pulse
“n-no i just, w-wanted to—“
“wanted to what? see if i’d give you free shit if you batted your pretty eyes and let me play with your pussy?” he taunted, drawing his tongue out and over a fresh bite he sunk into your flesh
you whimpered, shaking your head, your hands tightening over his hoodie
“n-no not at all i…i like you,” you admitted pitifully, and it was a cute admission, a sweet one even
it made sukuna’s cock swell in his joggers and he laughed, pressing the tip of his hooked nose up against your jaw, cooing patronizingly at you
“you like me?” he repeated mockingly, his hand slipping between your thighs and cupping you over your leggings, groaning into the thick air as your warmth engulfed his palm
you gasped shakily, legs pulling together at the sudden touch, but it didn’t stop him, he dragged his hand up and down slowly, rutting the heel of his palm up against your clit
“get in the backseat. i’m hungry.”
and that’s how you found yourself sprawled out in his backseat, your loose t shirt bunched under your chin and leggings somewhere lost in his car with his head nestled between your thighs
he had you sobbing for him, his mouth attacking your cunt like a starved man, devouring you down into nothing
his tongue delved into you, flat and firm over your clit and rolling against it in heavy persisting waves, his thick tattooed fingers breaching into your dripping hole, curling right there
he let you tug on his pink spiky hair, honestly barely noticing it, too focused on tasting your pussy, on gorging himself on it
he moaned into your cunt, his free hand reaching up to grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers
you grinded into his mouth, throat raw from crying out for him, but he showed absolutely no signs of stopping any time soon
he wanted to eat you alive until he was content, not until you were
he didn’t care that you had sobbed out from being overwhelmed with all the sensations, he didn’t care that you kept saying you couldn’t handle it, he knew you could and made you do so
even if you couldn’t, he still liked you helpless beneath him, writhing and jerking involuntarily like spark plugs went loose inside you from his tongue abusing your clit
he had your arousal smeared across his cheeks and chin at that point, but fuck it was just too good to stop
he wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry, and he began thinking that the craving he had would never go away, leaving him with no other choice than to find sustenance within you
he pulled apart for a brief moment, leaving you dazed and at a loss for air, using your limp state to grab you and reposition you, flipping you on your stomach and tugging your hips up until you laid face down ass up before him
he went back down immediately, gripping your ass hard and prying you open with his tongue lodging back deep inside you
you cried out into his leather cushion, nails clawing at nothing that could help you as he ate you out
he practically made out with your pussy, his teeth occasionally grazing over your clit just to feel you shiver in his hands and laugh into your soaked cunt
he groaned into your folds, his lips trailing back down to wrap around your clit, suckling over it intently, his fingers leaving indents into the side of your ass
“m’cumming, m’cumming,” you hiccuped tearfully, your body completely caving in on itself from his mouth, every nerve ending in you erupting with legs tensed and jerking below him
your lower half convulsed uncontrollably, your cheek falling deeper into the seat, sobbing through your intense orgasm
he didn’t let up once, deciding to just suck on your clit harder, rolling it between his lips like it was candy, his hand coming down to slap your ass when you pleaded with him to stop, feeling too fucked out and sensitive to endure more. as if he cared
“i can’t ‘kuna it’s too much, i can’t,” you sniffled, your voice practically gone, trying to scoot away fruitlessly
he shook his head, trapping you back towards him with his arms wrapped around each thigh tightly, securing you up against him
“you can, and you will. you’re gonna give me another one,” he promised lowly, going back down to bury his face inside you
he lapped your overstimmed clit over and over, drinking in your slick along with every little sob and whine that came out of you
he released one of your thighs and slid his fingers back into you, thrusting his digits into your clenching hole while his available hand came to your front, rubbing your clit in tight controlled circles
your teeth fell into the side of his seat cushion, trying to bear the pain prickled pleasure that he forced into you, pushing your ass up against his hands despite your pleading for him to ease up
he felt you rock back into his touch, your drool filled sounds of pained yet fervent moans proving to him how he knew what your body wanted more than you did yourself, fueling him to continue on with making you cum as many times as he wanted
“come on, let me have it, fuckin’ cum all over my hand,” he gritted, flicking his wrist at a faster pace, his thick fingers filling and drilling your cunt from the back while his other hand ran circles over your clit, practically milking another shattering orgasm out of you
“s-su-kuna,” you all but wailed, your whole body seizing up and jolting frenetically, your once heavy eyes turning into pure waterworks from the immense amount of electric stimulation sukuna poured into you, his fingers fucking you ruthlessly and enabling the intensity further
he took his time withdrawing his fingers from your hole, watching you with a selfishly pleased gaze as you laid in his backseat, tits pressed to his cushion and ass tinged from how hard he smacked it, and best of all, pussy dripping down your thighs from having made you cum hard, and twice back to back
“you alive?” he joked, his voice surprisingly soft along with his hands coming around your waist to pull you into his lap, situating you on top of him while he sat back properly
you laid boneless atop his thighs, nestling into his chest with your head under his chin, entire body buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasms
“mmm…i don’t even know,” you mumbled tiredly, smiling to yourself when you felt his chest rumble behind you with laughter
“well,” he started, bringing his lips down to your ear
“you better be, because i’m not done with you.” he murmured, pressing his hard cock up against your hip
Summary. A year after the events in New York City, the memories of that dreadful day come back to haunt you. Luckily, this time you have Bob with you and he will not let your pain drag you down, the same way you won’t let him blame himself for it.
Word Count. 3.8k
Tags/Warnings. Hurt to comfort, slight angst, SMUT, mention of Bob’s father and trauma, female receiving penetration, use of pet names such as honey, sweetheart and baby. Reader calls him Bobby during sex.
EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD, MUST BE 18+ TO READ, I WILL BE CHECKING. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Notes. My comeback to being a fic writer since I abandoned my writing blog back in 2023. Shoutout to Mr. Bob and his pathetically charming self for dragging me back to my writing ways. Also… I created and pushed the Inexperienced!Bob agenda in this fic. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcomed.
You could feel the darkness trying to consume you. It worked slowly, yet it felt as if it was rapidly trying to drown you, robbing the air straight out of your lungs and leaving you without any air left to breathe. It was an all-consuming feeling of dread — except this wasn't a feeling, it was a person. He had a face and a name. The exact same face of the man you would eventually come to fall in love with, but it wasn't him, not really.
It was the silhouette of the darkest parts of him. The dark side of him that wanted you to feel the exact same type of pain he was feeling. All of the abuse and suffering. He wanted you to feel it, too. He wanted every living person to feel it.
He was nothing more than a void — and he wanted you to drown in it. He wanted you to understand that there was nothing more in this world than the neverending feeling of numbness and agony.
His darkness was consuming you and there was nothing you could do about it.
“Honey, you have to wake up,” a worried sleepy voice urged you while a warm hand wiped the sweat off your forehead, carefully brushing and putting away the strands of hair that were stuck to it.
You opened your eyes so fast it felt like your heart was about to give out. Your breathing came out in quick, unsteady gasps that made it hard to figure out where you were. Your heart was beating just as hard as last year, back when the man next to you wasn’t the one he is right now.
“Bob?” you asked, trying to catch your breath and reaching out to him with a shaky hand.
“Hey, it was just a nightmare. Can you, uh.. can you take a deep breath for me?” he asked, sitting up in your shared bed and turning on the bedside lamp next to him before taking your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. You didn't reply, all you could do was close your eyes and sit up next to him, bringing your free hand to your racing heart.
Your lack of an answer didn’t help soothe the worry he was feeling. “C’mon, sweetheart. Please,” Bob begged you, squeezing your hand two times.
I’m here. He’s gone.
You nodded once and opened your eyes, turning your head to the right and meeting the soft blue eyes of your boyfriend who was sitting next to you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice raspy and strained. He shook his head. “It’s okay. We can do it together,” he answered with a small smile.
Bob took a deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, and then exhaled. You copied his movements, keeping your hand in his. “Again,” he said before taking another deep inhale and then letting it out, never taking his eyes away from you.
You weren’t able to count the number of times you breathed in and out with Bob, but he stayed with you through it all. Holding your hand until you were finally able to breathe normally.
You stayed silent for a while, but Bob didn’t seem to mind. All of his focus was on you, and he would wait for you for eternity if that was the time you needed to get a word out. “I’m sorry,” you croaked.
“None of that, honey,” he answered, not missing a beat. “Does it hurt to speak?” He thought of things he could do to help, rummaging through his head for any useful advice when his eyes lit up as he remembered something from his childhood.
“Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” He asked, his eyes shining as if he had finally gotten the right answer to an unsolvable paradox.
“Please,” you whispered. Bob took hold of the covers that were discarded away to the bottom of the bed and brought them up to your chest, standing up with a small groan as his feet met the cold floor and he stretched his arms above his head, giving you a clear view of his toned shirtless figure.
“I’ll be right back,” he replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to your bedroom door and walking out.
Bob didn’t take long walking to the kitchen and grabbing you a cold glass of water, yet every second he spent outside of your shared room made you remember your awful nightmare, which you wouldn’t even describe as a nightmare — it was a terrible fucking memory.
You anxiously chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at your door, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to come back. The door eventually opened after a few minutes and Bob walked in with a glass of water in his right hand, you took notice of the metallic straw inside of it.
“It’s, uh… so it’s easier for you to drink,” he explained.
“That’s nice, thank you,” you replied before taking the glass from him and taking a small sip. The coldness that seeped through your body and the feeling of the condensation on the glass helping you ground yourself back to reality.
“Better?” He asked, climbing back onto the bed and placing a hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You hummed and leaned your body closer to him, leaning your head against his toned shoulder.
“I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“You really need to stop apologizing, sweetheart. It’s alright,” he replied, turning his head to the left and kissing your temple.
You stayed silent for a while, taking small sips of your water. Finding comfort in each other’s presence and the sound of his steady breathing next to you. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.
“It was—,” you started.
“I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But my mom used to tell me that talking about these types of things could help make you feel better,” Bob rambled, moving his free hand as he spoke to try and make his statement seem casual.
Bob had once shared with you that his mother used to help him out whenever he’d wake up terrified from nightmares about his father. She would give him a glass of water — with a straw to make it easier to drink — and comfort him through it all. He mentioned those moments were what eased his mind whenever he had one of his Low Days.
You let out a soft sigh, setting the empty glass on the bedside table next to you. “It was about last year,” you said softly.
“Oh,” Bob whispered, his shoulder going tense beneath your head. You didn’t have to look up at him to know there was a look of worry in his eyes.
You placed your hand over his on your thigh. “It’s not your fault,” you tried to comfort him, only to be quickly cut off by him.
“But it was me who did that,” he stated, his head hanging low.
“You weren’t in control, Bob. God, you didn’t even remember what happened once we got you out,” you said, slightly turning your head to press a kiss against his shoulder blade, causing Bob to let out a shaky breath.
“That doesn’t change the fact that I.. he,” Bob corrected himself, “He hurt you. He hurt every civilian in the city,”
“It wasn’t you, baby. I mean, now you're considered a hero. A goddamned Avenger, for fuck’s sake.”
“A pretty useless one. All I do is clean up after everyone and be Walker’s gym buddy,” he said, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping his lips.
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You also helped Alexei get that Red Bull sponsor for his ugly New Avengerz merch,” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.
That caused Bob to let out a genuine smile and it was enough to make you feel like you had single-handedly caused world peace. It felt like the sun had shone straight through your heart. An infinite sunbathe.
“You’re a good person, Bob,” you lifted your head from his shoulder, sitting up to meet his gaze and bringing a hand to caress his cheek. Bob closed his eyes at the feeling, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he felt your touch on his skin. “Once you learn how to control your powers — how to control him.. you’ll be the most powerful member of this team.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the one comforting you, honey” he replied, opening his eyes and turning his head to give the palm of your hand a kiss, his eyes not leaving yours as he did it.
“Knowing you’re next to me is enough to make me feel better.”
A bright blush took over Bob’s cheeks. He wasn’t fully used to all of this, to the way you seemed to love him despite his darkest moments. Two months into your relationship he had shyly confessed to you that he had no romantic experiences due to his addiction and Low Days. That didn’t change the fact that he was eager to learn and make you feel just as loved as you made him feel.
He was about to open his mouth to say something along the lines of you being too sweet for a messed up man like him when he was distracted by the yawn that escaped you. A soft smile adorned Bob’s features.
“Oh, honey. You must be tired,” he said in the softest voice he could muster. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“Is it that obvious?” You joked, another yawn leaving your lips, causing Bob’s smile to get even bigger. “Nope, not at all, sweetheart.”
Bob extended his arm to turn off your bedside lamp with a small sigh and moved to lay down facing you, you followed his movements, laying on your side and pressing your back to his strong chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pressed a kiss to the back of your head.
You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of his beating heart against your back to lull you to sleep. It didn’t take long for you to notice that your attempt to slip back into dreamland was futile. You had no idea how long you spent trying to go back to sleep, it could’ve easily been fifteen minutes or an hour, but that didn’t matter. You just couldn’t.
You were so fucking exhausted, your body knew that but your brain wasn’t cooperating. You couldn’t fall back asleep. You tried to switch positions and move around, but it was useless. Nothing was working. Maybe your nightmare shook you up more than you thought.
“You okay over there?” You heard Bob’s tired voice behind you.
“Yeah… No. I don’t know why I can’t fall back asleep,” you answered, frustration lacing your tone.
Bob’s right arm that was gently wrapped around your waist moved down as his warm hand traveled beneath the sleeping shirt you were wearing — his sleeping shirt to be exact. His hand rubbed slow circles on your skin.
He used his free hand to move away the hair that was covering your neck and began to trail sweet kisses up your throat, moving slowly until he reached your jaw. “Is this alright?” He asked. You hummed and closed your eyes as he continued scattering soft wet kisses against your jawline until reaching your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Let me help you, honey,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath and wandering hand under your shirt causing a heat to build up in your core. A whimper escaped your lips as your hips involuntarily pressed back against his. The feeling of his hardening member against your ass and his toned, strong chest right behind your back making you feel dizzy.
“Bobby,” you gasped, slightly turning your head to meet his eyes. “Tell me what you need,” he replied, licking his lips and pulling his hand away from under your shirt to use it to lift himself up and hover above you. You weren’t able to get any words out so you did what your body was begging you to do.
You pressed your lips against his and kissed him. Bob eagerly kissed you back, using his free hand to hold your face and lift it up towards him, a small moan leaving his lips. You two had been in this position several times, yet it always felt like the first time for him, because due to his inexperience: every feeling was new to him. Moans and whimpers would always escape him whenever he found himself making out with you.
His hand moved from your cheek to your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pressing himself closer to you. The kiss was heated but still soft — still so Bob. He pulled away to take a breather before saying, “Wait, I, uh.. I think I know of something that could help.”
He shifted his position to lay on his back, spreading his legs and manhandling your body, moving you to sit between his thighs. “Is this.. Is this alright, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you answered, letting out a sigh of comfort as you laid your head on his chest, your back pressed against his shirtless figure, his head above yours and his legs keeping you in place, spread next to yours.
“You tell me if you want me to stop.. or if it’s too much,” he rambled “Oh! And also if I do something wrong—“
“It’s fine, Bobby,” you replied with a small smile. “You’re pretty good at what you do, don’t worry too much about it.”
Your statement brought a bright blush to his cheeks, the second of the night — which wasn’t strange because he always got shy whenever you praised him during your intimate moments. He still wasn’t used to being praised, especially not on times like this.
He lets out a nervous laugh as he uses his left arm to hold your waist, pulling you closer to his chest and his right hand smoothes over your covered abdomen, the tips of his warm fingers making you shiver and internally beg for more.
“Can I.. Is it okay if I take this off?” he asks, slightly pulling your shirt up, your eyes close as you feel his lips against your ear.
“Please,” you exhale. Bob slowly pulls your shirt over your figure, causing the cold air of your shared room to hit the soft skin of your bare chest, making your nipples harden. Leaving you almost completely naked, the only thing covering your body being your panties that were getting wetter by the second.
“Jesus,” Bob whispers, bringing his hand up to softly trace the outline of your right breast. Taking his time as he trails the tips of his fingers through its underside, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He slowly brings his fingers up to play with your hardened nipple, pinching it slightly before using his whole hand to grope your breast.
“Stop teasing.”
“I wasn’t trying to tease,” he replies. You didn’t have to see his face to know there was a huge smile adorning it. “I’m just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”
You try to move closer to him, wanting to feel something — anything that could help ease the burning in between your legs. You dropped your hand over his left arm that held your waist in place and pushed your hips back against his, a moan escaping you as you grind your ass against his hard cock.
Bob’s self-esteem boosted at the sweet sound you let out, giving your breast a last squeeze before trailing his fingers downwards to where you wanted it the most.
“Please, Bobby,” you pathetically whimpered, your hips involuntarily jutting upwards towards his hand as your body begged for more of his touch.
“Shh, I know, honey,” he hushed your pleas. He trailed his fingers through the plush of your thighs before letting them linger along the hem of your drenched panties. He slowly brings his hand down to cup your covered pussy over the fabric of your underwear, causing another moan to escape you.
You threw your head back against him, your breathing coming out in unsteady pants. You could feel and hear his heavy breathing, too. Feel him getting worked up over the sight of your begging body. He slowly pressed his fingertips down to touch you through the drenched fabric of your underwear, the pressure of his fingers against your covered folds feeling just right.
“God, look at that,” Bob panted. Quickly taking his hand off of your needy core to stare at his fingers, watching them glisten with your slick wetness. “Can’t believe all of this is because of me, sweetheart.” You whimpered at the loss of his hot touch, your hips bucking towards him in a desperate way of trying to get closer.
“Only for you, Bob. Fuck.”
Bob’s chest swelled with pride at your reaction. “Lift your hips, honey,” he ordered, his breath fanning against your cheek as you swiftly lifted your hips and watched him slowly bring your underwear down, finally letting you completely spread your legs as your naked pussy met the cold air of the room.
Bob’s entire world stopped spinning the second he saw your bare body laying against him. He could see your wet pussy glisten with arousal due to the dim light that entered your room through the small crack underneath the door. He had seen you naked a bunch of times already, but it still felt new to him to see a woman’s body be this needy for his touch. It still surprised him that he could be the cause of the wetness that dripped on your bedsheets. He was nothing more than a recovered addict with a shit ton of mental issues and yet… he could cause this. He could somehow make you trust and love him completely.
“Touch me, Bobby,” you begged.
Your boyfriend happily obliged, swiping his long middle finger in between your folds and spreading your wetness through your pleading pussy. “Bob,” you warned.
He let out a shaky laugh, “Sorry, I got you.”
He slowly eased his middle finger in you, feeling the way your walls clenched against it, begging for more. Both of you moaned at the sensation. “You’re so warm, honey,” he moaned.
“More, please.”
Bob used his thumb to press your clit and give it slow circles, feeling the way it pulsated under his finger. Making his blood flow straight to his hard member. You mewled at the feeling of his middle finger pumping in and out of you as his thumb worked on your clit. Your wetness covering his hand.
He took his time pumping into you in an easy rhythm, waiting for your begging body to be ready for him to add a second one. Remembering everything you taught him about pleasing your body. Bob’s free hand came up to grope your tits as he began to drop wet kisses on your neck, sucking on your skin, forgetting that you’d wake up in a few hours to a purple bruise sitting there.
“So good, Bobby,” you whimpered, closing your eyes and letting the pleasure he was causing you take all over your body. His strong hand groping your breasts and his other one working on your pussy making you feel drunk on him. The length of his finger pumping against your soft walls made your body melt against him.
Bob slowly entered his thick ring finger inside your wet heat, causing a moan of his name to escape you. He began to push it in and out, matching the rhythm he had created with his middle finger. Your body shook against him. He added more pressure to his thumb on your clit, circling it faster as he felt your breathing hitch and saw a blissful expression take over your face.
“Just like that, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me, you always do,” he praised.
Your body kept shaking and your breathing came out in short gasps. “Relax, honey. Breathe,” Bob reminded you, but it was useless. You could feel him all over your body. Only him. Not The Void. Not your suffering. Only Bob and the love he felt for you.
You could smell your arousal and hear the lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out your pussy, it all felt too much and too right. The fire you felt in your belly got bigger, causing your hips to buck against Bob’s fingers, wanting more. “I think I’m gonna—” you exhaled.
“I know. I got you,” Bob whispered in your ear. Bob put more pressure on your clit the moment he felt your walls clench and shake against his fingers. You closed your eyes and let the pleasure you were feeling wash all over you.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” you whined. A hot feeling taking all over you as Bob continued to ease his fingers in you, helping you ride your orgasm. Seconds later, you come all over his fingers, your wet and hot fluids soaking his hand and spilling over your sheets. It was all so hot, Bob couldn’t help but moan at the sight.
Your body shuddered and your legs shook as you kept your eyes closed and came down from your high. Trying to catch your breath and focus on the whispered praises you were getting from Bob that seemed light-years away.
“Are you with me?” Bob asked. You hummed and buried your head on his chest, making him chuckle. Bob slowly pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the overstimulation you were feeling. “I’m sorry, honey,” he apologized before raising his soaked fingers to his lips and groaning as he tasted your hot juices.
You could feel a wave of exhaustion lulling you to sleep. “It’s okay if you fall asleep, I’ll just run to the bathroom real quick for a towel to clean you up. I’ll be right back,” he spoke softly, remembering how you taught him about the importance of aftercare.
Just as he was about to leave for the bathroom you said, “Hey, Bob?” stopping him on his tracks.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I love you. I’m thankful that Valentina almost killing me brought us together,” you replied in your sleepy state.
“I love you, too. You have no idea,” and you really didn’t. Because he would never let the darkness consume you. He wasn’t going to let you drown in it, the same way you wouldn’t let him drown either.
Bob admired your naked body for a bit more before walking to the bathroom for a towel. He wondered if life had always been this beautiful.
