#“you’re not getting the full experience”
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can you please please write manhandling & squirting w gojo :(
❤︎ ໋𓈒 telling your best friend satoru that you can’t make yourself squirt
warnings. fem! reader, manhandling, praise, fingering, talking you through it, rev cowgirl, dirty talk, squírting, mdni.
legs sprawled, toes all curled up, you were desperately trying to make yourself squirt. it’s never happened to you and you wanted to experience what it was like—you read through various erotic stories of how it feels way different than just your everyday ordinary orgasm. with your teeth softly digging against your bottom lip, your fingers gently rummage throughout and against your clit. after a while though, you end up sighing—on the verge of giving up before as if on literal cue, your best friend gojo opens the door.
“hey, is it any more . . oh! uh,” he’d murmur, walking in on you with your legs sprawled all open. gojo suppresses a giggle that was about to escape from his lips before he utters. “. . . should i come back another time? you seem busy.”
there was smugness dripping underneath his tone and you were far too aroused to feel embarrassed. “no,” you puff. “i need help, satoru.”
“yeahh you seem like it,” he snickers. running a hand through his hair, he hums to himself before his eyes avert towards your lazily slid to the side panties. “is that what you call fingering yourself?”
“. . . shut up,” you chastise, and his sly smirk only widens. gojo stares at you for a long while before inching closer towards you—plopping down beside you. the mattress jolts a bit from his weight and he cocks his head to the left in pure amusement. “i need help. i can’t … i can’t squirt.”
gojo sneers. “oh, you sure can. you just don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, angel, heh.”
he had such a smart mouth, the dramatically frustrated sigh that deserts past your lips was too adorable—in his eyes at least.
the way you were so dedicated to making yourself have a proper finish was so cute . . but you couldn’t, you needed his help—you wanted his help.
“hm but okay,” he shrugs with a cheeky grin, getting right beside you. gojo lightly grabs your wrist, peering at how you’d already soak two of your digits with sloppy amounts of slick before he titters. “aw, poor thing. these useless fingers just can’t do shit, huh?”
“just fucking help me.” you grouse at him, a pouty scowl ceasing against your lips firmly.
“fine, girl fine,” he rolls his eyes. “i’ll take it from here.”
and he does because once he starts to ‘help’ you, it’s in a way that has you merely speechless.
with your neck slightly whirling towards the left, you’re mindlessly bouncing up at down on his thick cock. you’re faced the opposite way, your back leans up against his chest. gojo holds you up with no problem, a brief squeeze on your thighs and you start to whimper at how close his fat tip thwacks against a particularly sensitive spot.
“f— fuckk, ‘toru,” you’d whimper out, feeling him reach the deep components inside of you.
so deliciously good, you felt a few droplets of your own saliva trickle past your lips as you slump back against him. “so deep, stuffin’ me f— full, ‘toru.”
“. . . hah,” he pants heavily, tensed abs flexing each time he drags you up and down. he’s treating you like a rag doll. you didn’t expect him to do all this, having you all up and down. although, who were you to complain—he was reaching every spot without an ounce of trouble. “guess i can reach better than those fingers ever could, hm angel?”
“y—yes, yesss,” you stammer, your voice all shaky, trembling on each syllable that you spat out. “satoru, harder. fuck me, f—fuckkk me.”
you repeat the same words out your spit-glossed lips. with such a firm grip, he’s making your hips slam up and down—such a rigorous rhythm…
you try to grind a bit against him but you only end up slouching against his bare chest. it was simply no secret, gojo was known to be lengthy, longer than thick when it came to his cock. every orifice, he makes sure to locate every spot inside of your gummy walls with the crown of his shaft.
gush after gush, you’re spasming on him and you make a cute attempt at grabbing his wrist, clammy hands piercing into his skin. “s-so good, more ‘toru. right there, pleaseee . . !”
“i got ya.” he huffs, warm breaths waft right up against your earlobe. he’s holding you in place, each time he bounces you up again and again.
your eyes do that cute thing where it rolls all the way back into your cranium. it’s cute, lewd . . but cute.
with your pretty pupils dilated, all you see is nothing but pure splotches of white. his cock’s buried so deep that you’re stuck in a trance, a trance you never wanted to escape from.
“. . . awww,” he purrs against your ear, a big hand softly cupping your chin. he feels some of your translucent spit pour down the sides of your lips before smearing it over your mouth with his thumb. “such a messy baby. you feel it comin’ don’t you?” he teases, nipping a kiss near your neck once you squeeze his wrist a tad bit tighter. “oh. you want me to hold your hand, is that it?”
“sato—ru,” you whine, a cute trembly voice making a special appearance.
but oh, the stretch…
it was so good simply divine.
each second is spent with gojo’s dick delving into your clenched walls. a syrupy ear ringing whimper snatches right out of your throat before you speak once more, “satoru, ‘toru, s—satoru.”
“hey, that’s me,” he grunts with a coy grin, feeling how well you clamp down on him—of course, he’d make a joke out of nearly anything. you’re like a bobbling doll, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight before within seconds, your thighs began to quaver.
with your legs quavering, it was as if a volcano was preparing to erupt. violently, your legs start to tense and you’re steadily pulsing and pulsing. something’s coming and it’s coming fast…
it had to be exactly what you were thinking. it felt a bit different though. pressure presses down against you and you feel gojo’s fingers intertwine with yours. “heh, you’re kinda dramatic, huh?” he teases—and right before he can give you another snarky reply, he brings your hips to an abrupt halt. teeth chomping down together, your jaw insignificantly tightens and you feel a certain sharp twinge for at least three and a half seconds.
“i- i’m about to s-squirt, ‘toru,” you warn him, and he nips another chaste kiss near the crook of your neck.
“nuh uh. you’re going to squirt, trust me. give it to me, yeah. grind against me ‘n just listen to my voice, mhm.”
his voice.. just the way he spoke to you in such a playfully deep tone was enough to make you finish on the spot.
gojo holds you still. he’s still buried deep inside. stuffing you fill of hefty inches before he brings a hand towards your swollen puffy entrance. “damn, she really is so fuckin’ sloppy,” he grunts, starting to maneuver slow circles against your pussy. he makes haste with it though, and your lips part before moaning once you even hear the evidence yourself.
squelch, squelch, squelch..
it’s loud, it rings throughout your ears—each time, it’s louder than the next. he’s so sloppy with it too, no shame whatsoever. gojo then drags a soft thumb down your slit that was just sopping. everything felt so fervent - the way he’d strum his fingers against your cunt, only to then give it a concise spank.
“s-satoru, fuckkk.” you’d gasp, leaning way back with your legs still sprawled, “i—”
“now—don’t be rude, angel. she’s tryna speak to me, let her do her thing, baby,” and he clearly referring to your dripping wet pussy. he continues, rubbing against your clit at a much more rapid speed now. your legs could barely hold themselves open. mouth twitching, you feel a rupture on the very brink of rippling out of you before his spanks against your pussy come again, and again, and again…
“sloppy girl with a sloppy … fuckin’ … cunt.”
his words get more raspy and degrading and he’s way too into it to pause. with a thumb slowly tickling against your spasming nub, he watches at you moan a shrieking whine before not even seconds later, it happens. you gush out, and it’s a lot to where you even dampen gojo’s lap. thankfully he was prepared, keeping a towel underneath you just in case you were a bit too much of a soaked.
and soaked you were, it felt so good that you didn’t even know what to say… more like, you didn’t know what to think.
your mind was blank, equivalent to an empty canvas. he’s so mean, whispering such filthy murmurs into your ear before he lets you ride out your orgasm.
wet, you felt that entire word right between your legs. gojo’s still playing with you, cock stuffing your pussy full to the very brim before he feels you bare around him.
“. . seeeee,” he pants, humming in a soft tune.
he squeezes your folds tighter just to hear that honeyed mewl rip from your sweet lips. he gradually pulls out and now you’re just laying back against his chest with the dumbest expression. “told ya you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing,” he chaffs before making you turn your neck, dragging you into a deep kiss.
it catches you by surprise, you connect your lips against his and that’s when he makes you fall back. you watch with glossy eyes before he then grabs ahold of chin with one hand, brushing it tenderly against your skin. “say ah, open that pretty mouth for me ‘n taste what a messy girl you are.”
you felt your heartbeat go straight between your legs. once you loll out your tongue for him, staring right into his bright cerulean irises, he stuffs your mouth with two fingers. the same fingers that were covered in nothing but your sweet wet arousal. “yeah, run that tongue around my fingers ‘n taste it all, baby.”
you moan, swirling your tongue alongside his digits before you briefly end up gagging at the tips of his fingers massaging against the very back part of your throat.
“good girl,” he whispers—pulling his fingers out real slowly, he does this purposeful. a sheeny trail of your glistening saliva follows out from your lips before he gives you another long kiss before departing. “now, let’s do it again. but this time,” he utters, making you lie back against your back. “i’ll make you squirt just from my tongue, angel. let’s make that cute squirt velocity a little stronger, hm?”
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Biker!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
From the ask here
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader
Summary: Seeing Simon on his motorcycle is something that awakens a new yearning inside you, but when you get your own bike and start riding alongside him, the way he gets you hot and bothered makes it worse. You need him to fuck you on his bike and you hope your plan will make it happen.
Word Count: 5 k
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The first time you ever saw Simon Riley perched atop his black motorcycle, in that moment some innate part of your brain was awakened and you were never the same. There was just something so incredibly erotic about the way those thick thighs straddled over the sides, the way his arms looked with their muscles bulging, straining his black short sleeved t-shirt wrapped around them as he leaned forward to reach the handlebars. Of course his helmet with the blacked out visor didn’t hurt either, not when paired with his sleeve of tattoos. He was a vision even more than usual and you were suddenly hooked.
Then he took you for a ride along the open highway where he could really show you the power his bike had and that solidified your need to be involved in his hobby. Adrenaline, that was and still is Simon’s favorite part of being on the open road, his bike vibrating underneath him as the wind rushed past his body, and now that you had that first taste of it all, it was yours too.
Whatever you needed to do to keep getting to look at him like that, to keep feeling that rush, you were more than willing to do it.
Whenever he was on leave you two found yourselves on his bike, roaming the city on long night rides just to feel the wind on your skin and the rush of speed under your bodies. That was until he made an off-handed joke one day about getting you your own bike so that you could drive alongside him and then suddenly you were expressing how much you actually had been thinking about it. Sharing his hobby with someone, especially you, was something he has always wanted. To think you could experience the same thrills had him rushing to take you bike shopping the very next day so he could start teaching you.
You picked it all up relatively fast and before you knew it you had your license and regular drives have now become a part of your routine whenever your military man is in. Getting on the highway, opening the bike up as you go faster and faster, weaving through traffic with Simon always right by your side, there is something exhilarating about it all. And now you had the best view of that gorgeous specimen of a man.
Being able to see you on your own bike makes Simon have a taste of his own medicine because fuck did you look a goddamn beauty. Is this how you feel looking at him? The way it makes your back arch, full juicy arse just calling his name, has him salivating whenever he gets to see it. And he can’t help what it causes him to do; it’s not his fault when you look the way you do. The first time he ever pulled his little stunt, a ritual of sorts that he has to engage in every time you’re out driving together, you had a hard time focusing on the road after.
Bringing his bike close beside yours, he reaches out and runs his hand over the curve of your ass, making sure that he does it long enough that the other motorists behind you both can see him claim his hot biker vixen as his. You belong to him and he wants everyone that can see to know it.
And fuck does it drive him wild and have you reeling every time.
This goes on for quite a while, and all the times he’s touched you while riding have conjured up a new fantasy of yours and you finally decide you have to do something about it. Lately you’ve been thinking: what type of partner would you be if you didn’t return the favor? Simon deserves to be just as flustered too, right? It’s not because you need him to fuck you on his bike, nope, not all.
Is it strange? Maybe. Will he go for it? You aren’t entirely sure, but one thing you do know is that you at least have to try. And if it works out, you know he’ll enjoy it too. On one of the last few nights of his leave, you decide that you’ve got nothing to lose and put your plan into motion.
“You know, it’s been so long since you took me on a ride with you,” you put your case to him tonight. “Like we used to. Me on the back of your bike, wrapped around you tight, you speeding through the lanes with the wind rushing past us. Remember that? I used to get so excited to see you just so you’d take me out with you.”
Those hazel eyes stare back at you curiously; of course he remembers. Christ, how could he ever fucking forget? Still, it’s intriguing to him why you would be bringing this up now. “What’s got ya all nostalgic sweetheart, hmm?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrow. “Ya don’t like ridin’ beside me?”
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just thought it’d be nice to be close to you again is all, since you’ll be leaving soon,” you say as you bite your lip with a subtle coyness while you stare back at him with those tempting doe eyes that make him melt.
How can he say no to that? To his girl wanting to be near him? Absolutely fucking never.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he responds as he gets up while pointing towards the bedroom, “well, go get dressed then. Can’t say no to ya when ya look at me like that.”
Simon is already sitting on the bike out front ready to go when you emerge from the front door in a short skirt, tight tank top, and leather boots and once again he is reminded just how lucky he is to be with you. This just keeps getting better and better for the ol boy.
Climbing on the back and securing yourself around him, helmets on and visors down, Simon takes off into the night. He can feel the pressure from your hands wrapped tightly around his waist, pressing into his abs as you hold on, the warmth of your chest against his back, your thighs saddled up against his, and he wonders why you both don’t do this more often.
The lights of the city sparkle around you, cutting through the evening like stars to illuminate your way as Simon drifts through the streets, making his way to the highway like he always does. Your heart is beginning to beat faster as you wait for the opportune moment to implement your plan and you silently hope that it works.
On the highway, weaving in and out of traffic, Simon detects the first signs of something happening behind him. The movement is subtle at first and he almost misses that both hands aren’t pinned against his stomach anymore until he detects the warmth from your palm as it comes to rest on top of his thigh. He looks down through the visor of his helmet to where your hand lays as he wonders curiously to himself about the intentions of your actions.
Just what the hell is she up to? he thinks to himself as he turns his attention back onto the darkened road studded with streetlights.
The answer is quickly approaching as he feels your hand on the move again, now inching towards the middle of his broad thighs, moving and stopping, moving and stopping, to the crotch of his jeans and suddenly he understands just as you make first contact with the mass contained inside.
A shiver runs up Simon’s spine and you can feel his back shudder against your chest as you start to rub over the swell, your touches heavy and full of purpose. Over and over again your palm makes purchase with his crotch and you can feel the muscles in his back tense. A part of him wants to pull your hand off so that can refocus, but it feels too damn good to get you to quit. Fuck, the pressure from your hand and the vibration from the bike has him so hard he can barely see straight.
He needs to find some place to stop and fast; if he’s going to come in something it is not going to be his pants, it’s going to be you.
Up ahead he sees an exit fast approaching and he quickly transfers over to the lane and takes it, not having a plan, but hopeful that he will be able to find something satisfactory enough. Brown eyes dart from one side of the street to the other frantically searching for something, anything so that he can pull off. The sign for a large parking garage is illuminated just up ahead; it’ll have to do. He won’t be able to focus for much longer; the pressure of your hand rubbing against his cock mixed with the vibrations from the bike leaves him gnawing at the bit with a need that he desperately has to satisfy. It wouldn’t be safe to keep going, not with the way his limbs are starting to tingle.
Simon drives through the first couple of levels and is glad to see it relatively empty save for a few straggling cars spaced far apart. Perfect, that means no one will be around to disturb him until he has had his way with you. He continues on a couple of levels that are completely empty as he puts you both more in the middle of the structure just to be sure you will be all alone until finally he drives to the back of the garage and pulls into the shadow, parking the bike and shutting it off.
“Hop off,” he says and you immediately do as you're told, taking off your helmet and straightening your skirt as you make it to your feet.
You stand there close to his thigh as he removes his helmet and sets it on the ground on the other side of the bike, running his fingers through his short hair to fluff it up from being crushed underneath. As he sits back up his tattooed arm quickly reaches out behind your head where he grabs your hair into a ponytail in his fist, keeping your head locked while his opposite hand palms around your waist as he leans in with a smirk across his lips and a glimmer in those coffee-colored eyes.
“Whatcha think you’re doin’, sweetheart? Playin’ games, hmm?” he asks as he stares back into your face.
“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug, your tone playful and coy. You know damn well what you are doing and he isn’t dumb enough to think you don’t.
He glares back at you skeptically. “Right.”
“What?” you dismiss him. “I thought you didn’t mind a bit of touching when we ride? Always grabbing me; thought you’d enjoy a bit of fun.”
There it is; this is payback for all the times he’s made his move while you were out cruising together. And fuck, has it worked to perfection.
Simon rips his hand from your waist and wraps it around your wrist so that he can pull your hand forward and place it right up against the stiffening peak straining against the zipper of his form fitting jeans.
“So this is whatcha fuckin’ wanted, yeah?” he asks, breathiness in his gruff tone as your hand makes contact with the rigid bulge. “Gettin’ me so fuckin’ hard I can’t even be bothered ta wait till we get back home ta fuck ya?”
Can’t wait? Is he saying what you think he’s saying? God, you hope so. “What do you mean?” you ask, faking your ignorance as you rub your palm over the swell while maintaining eye contact. “We aren’t going home?”
A deep hum echoes through the atmosphere as he bites his bottom lip; you’ve started something that can’t be stopped now and the way your hand continues to stimulate him, he doesn’t think you want it to anyway. “No,” he says with a shake of his head, “ya wanted to start all this on my bike, that’s fine. Guess I deserve it. But now…I’m gonna make damn sure I finish ya on it.”
As you stand there silently waiting to see what he does next, Simon shifts back in the seat and helps you climb back onto the bike, but facing him so that he can lay you over the fuel tank. He plants his feet firmly onto the ground to keep the setup steady and pulls your body down, those rough hands pushing your skirt up off your hips to your waist as he forces your legs open wider so he can get himself between them.
Thank God you’ve worn something easy to get into. Or was that your plan all along? Doesn’t really matter much now; he’s in.
Simon looks down and his eyes catch sight of a dark spot in the crotch of your panties. He presses his hand up against the mound of your cunt and the pressure makes you twitch, your back arching up off the tank as he feels what he had just suspected: you’re a little damp.
“Seems someone’s already stirred up,” he comments as his hand releases the pressure only to press in tight all over again in a pattern that matches his increasing heart rate. “Ya like it, don’t ya baby? The way tha bike vibrates ‘tween your legs? Like the way it hums against ya ‘till your clit is swollen?”
Simon’s hard-on throbs harshly against the zipper of his pants and into your naked thigh, tenting the fabric while he grinds it into the muscle as you wrap your legs around his hips; you have to hold on as you can’t stop the way your body jerks the longer his touch prods against those sensitive lips. Just the pressure alone after the drive is enough to make you whimper inside your closed mouth.
“Have ya been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ like this? Me fuckin’ ya raw while you’re on this thing?”
Releasing his hand, he walks those long fingers over the top of your clothed pussy to the waistband of your panties so that he can slip them inside and back down to the moist slit waiting eagerly for their touch and there it is, the unmistakable sound of his breath hitching as his hand makes contact. God, you always feel so fucking good.
He uses his two middle fingers to part the lips of your slit and run them along the length to gather all the wetness he can on his digits so that once he finds your entrance he can easily slip up inside while the tip of his thumb nestles against your clit. You’re very warm, nice and hot and soft against his fingertips and a pleasurable hum he gives in response to the feeling.
“Ya know, I know why ya started ridin’ with me,” he says as you squirm. “I could see it in your eyes the second I pulled in to pick ya up that first time: ya like the way I look on my bike. Don’t ya?”
Your silence is met with a heavy jab with the pad of his thumb to that sensitive little button, holding it down until you are forced to answer as he thrusts his fingers inside you up to the knuckle. Your body takes them in perfectly, gripping tight around the digits as you suck him in.
“Yes,” you say in a whine and buck as his stocky fingers give you a nice starting stretch. “You
look so f-fucking hot on this thing that sometimes I d-don’t know what to do with myself. That’s w-why I n-need…”
“What do ya need, sweetheart?” he groans as he curls his rough fingers up against your G-spot as his thumb begins to stroke concise circles upon your clit. “Use your words.”
You swallow hard while breathing heavily out of your nose as you clamp your lips shut to stop from audibly crying out in ecstasy at that first contact he makes. “Ah, ah, ah,” he scolds as he pins his thumb down hard again. “Let me fuckin’ hear ya. Ain’t no one here ‘cept us.”
A desperate moan escapes your lips and echoes through the empty space as you let it all out. “I need you to f-fuck me on y-your b-bike,” you say as you vibrate under his skilled touch. “B-been daydreaming about it for a while. Didn’t know if you’d want to, but I’m desperate.”
Using a flick of his wrist, he begins to snap his fingers up into you faster and faster, those fingers vigorously working your cunt until your juices are starting to dribble down to collect on his palm and the sound of wet slaps reverberate off the concrete.
“All ya had ta fuckin’ do was ask,” he says. “Ya know I’d do anythin’ for ya, luv; my pretty girl always gets what she wants.”
You look so beautiful sprawled over his bike like this, disheveled skirt shoved up to your ribs, his hand plunged into the front of your panties so that they are stretched tight around your hips ready to rip, back arching as he again strikes right at the exact point of pleasure, tiny beads of sweat sparkling over the exposed parts of your flesh as you burn for him in the warm night air. It’s an image he’s gonna have committed to memory; every time he rides now he will remember the gorgeous mess he made of you.
If he thought he liked his bike before, it is nothing compared to how he will feel after fucking you on it.
Minute after minute each stroke draws you near that razor’s edge and threatens to violently throw you off. Your walls are fluttering around his fingers as they swell and become engorged the closer you get. Simon knows that it won’t be long now and his pulse races to feel it, that moment you come. But not like this, oh no.
He has still been chomping at the bit to relieve the pressure throbbing between his legs and now that he is sure you are ready for it, he isn’t going to waste time. You’re still in public after all, he doesn’t need this to end before you’ve both gotten off. Amidst your whimpered protests to keep going, that you are almost there, he pulls his fingers out of you with a squelch, your lubrication dripping along his fingers and glistening in the harsh lighting inside the garage.
You lean your head up as Simon pulls his fingers apart to watch the sticky fluid string between them before he brings them to his mouth and rams them into his lips to lick them clean, taking care of the mess he’s created from his touch. Just a taste to sait him, as if his face isn’t going to be plastered between those thighs later as he replays the memory of what happened here.
The sight of him sucking the lubrication off his fingers has you gasping for air. How can someone look so perfect doing something so filthy? You need him, bad. “Please,” you beg with a needy whine in your voice, “I want you inside me.”
Those words are like striking a match near a gas leak; suddenly he is scrambling to move as fast as possible. Feverish hands are clawing at clothing at breakneck speeds as his flesh begs to connect with yours and complete this union. “Ya can shoot me dead if I ever say no to that,” he growls as he moves.
Time is of the essence and so he quickly rips the soaked crotch of your panties to the side, securing them against your thigh and out of his way as his free hand ruthlessly yanks at the button on his pants to get it undone before he wrenches down the zipper and releases his cock that is throbbing and aching with his rapid heartbeat.
“Gotta make this quick, yeah?” he groans as the caress from his hand over the tip is almost too sensitive to handle. He’s falling fast. “Don’t want no one seein’ ya like this ‘cept me.”
Leaning down, he places a brief, heated kiss with his warm lips to the exposed skin near your belly button before he has you sitting up so that he can get at those lips he yearns to feel against him as he enters you. The threads of your panties are beginning to snap as he holds the fabric out of his way so he can move his hips in as he aligns the head of his cock with that dripping, aching hole.
Eyes closed and acting off of pure impulse and adrenaline alone, he mutters a rushed “Breathe” into your open mouth as a warning while his fingertips dig into the meat of your hips. The tip prods the opening before it pushes through and slides up inside, the rest following behind in one steady, fluid motion until he reaches the base and there is no more to shove inside you.
Simon shudders at the overwhelming euphoria hitting him all at once and now he’s burning from the inside out, his bulky chest taut with each heavy breath that he releases between kisses as the feeling of you wrapped tightly around his phallus drowns out everything else that surrounds him.
You throw your head back, breaking the kiss to cry out as you are filled to the brim, being stretched to capacity with all he has to give. His hand grabs at the back of your head so that his lips can shoot back to yours as a tether to help you calm until your body can be allowed a little time to adjust; he’s not exactly small by any means of the word.
It’s a few seconds before he releases your mouth as he starts to thrust, trying to go slow at first even though he is eager for more. Hips rolling at a steady pace now he pulls back to watch himself pump in and out of you. “Look,” he says in a breathless growl as the hand on the back of your head directs your eyeline down in between your bodies. “This what ya been fuckin’ fantasizin’ ‘bout? I think it looks even prettier on my bike.”
The way his swollen, veiny cock disappears as it slides up into you is mesmerizing. You can feel it but still seeing it has you questioning…where does it all fit?
He keeps you close as he picks up the pace until the sound of slapping skin against skin fills the silent space. Panting into your face with mouth open, chest heaving up and down with laborious breaths, Simon puts more into his thrusts so that even the bike itself begins to rock with you from the force. The longer he goes the more feral he gets, relinquishing any hold he had on his sanity for as long as he gets to have his body stay fitting so nicely into your cunt.
It’s building, the warmth in the pit of your stomach is gathering steadily as the epinephrine releases all those euphoric chemicals into your bloodstream. The risky nature of your endeavor, the stimulation he’s already produced with his fingers, the fulfilling of your fantasy, it all works together to fuel your passion and his strong thrusts have you ready to spill over the edge at any second.
Simon keeps his pace even as he is now struggling to keep it together. The excitement has gotten to him too so that if he lets himself lose control he is going to come and he can’t have that, not until you have. With each passing second, each pound of that deadly appendage inside you gets more and more desperate, until he finally hears those sweet, sweet words that make his heart skip a beat.
“Don’t stop, baby,” you beg, your voice cracking with desperation as you try to keep your volume at a reasonable level while he slams into you again. “So c-close…”
“Come for me, baby, that’s it,” he coaxes desperately through gritted teeth as he strains to hold on a little longer. Just a little bit more and you’ll finish and he can let go.
That’s when an idea is thrust into his brain and he knows what he needs to do to bring this full fucking circle for the both of you; complete the fantasy and give you even more to dream about for later. Simon moves over top of you to force you back until you find yourself against the fuel tank again.
Reaching above your head, he cranks the key and restarts the engine. The motorcycle roars to life, filling the garage with its sound, and begins to vibrate until it is pulsating through his body as he thrusts into you harder and harder. It’s like having your own living dildo that only intensifies the stimulation the longer he plunges into your dripping hole; a few more seconds of this and you will be coming on his cock.
And then he revvs the engine…
The stimulation is too much and suddenly you are forcibly thrown over that precipice as you come with such force, like a hot flash of white light, that your thighs clamp down around his hips as your head falls back. You cry out in choking gasps as your orgasm tears through you; so strong that you are shaking. Your walls are fluttering sporadically around his cock as your hips buck against him unrelentingly and he can’t hold back any longer.
“Where do ya want me?” he pleads as his fingertips claw at your hips, stabbing harshly into the muscle as he holds on for you to answer; he is about to blow.
“In me, in me,” you whine as you clamp your legs down hard to keep him in. What else were you on birth control for other than this?
He jerks violently as your pussy continues to flutter around him, making his limbs numb from the pleasure, and with a loud groan that is akin to the bellow of a wild beast, the pressure building at the base of his spine finally reaching its peak and he falls over the edge as he lets it go. His hips never stop, slamming into you as the thick, warm fluid coats the inside of your pussy.
“Fuckin’ hell, luv,” he repeats as he shuts off the engine while he milks himself dry, his thrusts slowing down after a few seconds until they stop all together and he stays with his cock still buried inside you to let your body finish off the rest.
An unknown amount of time passes as your unsteady breathing slowly returns to a more tolerable rhythm, all the while Simon just sits there admiring the products of his labor: the beautiful flush in your cheeks and the contented, glazed look in your eyes, until he can find his voice again once his heartbeat has settled.
“Ya know, I’ve gotten plenty a compliments about my bike, but I gotta say that you’re the prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever rode, sweetheart,” he says as he pulls you in by the back of your head to press another breathless kiss onto your lips.
It is torture having to pull out of you, but even he isn’t delusional enough anymore to think that you can just stay like this for much longer. You’ll have to go soon and he needs to help you to redress as your legs are shaking uncontrollably. There’s no way in hell someone hasn’t heard the noise you’d been making.
“Was it everythin’ ya hoped?” he asks with a contented smile as he carefully moves you off the bike to your feet so that he can readjust your panties and pull down your skirt back around your hips.
You match his expression through the hazy afterglow of your ecstasy as he finishes you up and gets himself situated. A pretty sizable wet stain darkens the middle of his jeans, but he doesn’t pay it any mind; a risk of a good fucking time, that’s all.
“Better,” you murmur, satisfied.
Bringing his hand up he cups it against your cheek a second before he combs his fingers through your hair until he reaches the back of your head where he holds them wrapped in the strands. There’s one final thing he has to do before you get going and that is to give you one last kiss as praise for doing so well for him. With how strung out you still are from your orgasm, the gentleness of it makes your knees weak.
“Now how ‘bout we get back so we can go for round two?” he smirks against your mouth as he pulls away. “We can pretend I’m your bike and ya can show me how well I taught ya to ride.”
He gets you situated on the back of the bike, helmets and all, and restarts the engine. It bursts to life and that familiar vibration makes you squeeze your thighs together all over again. Simon smirks to himself before he turns to you with the visor still pulled up. He opens yours and leans in. “Keep your thighs tight. I want ya ta keep all that inside til we get back. I got plans to watch it leak out; I think I’ve earned it.”
With a mischievous chuckle, he closes your visor and his and takes off back out of the garage and into the cool night air. Good thing it isn’t far back to the house from here…if Simon doesn’t plan to take a detour first.
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more than friends ; lando norris + part eleven
In which your best friend is going to help you to gain more sexual experience and say goodbye to your insecurities, but he's quick to discover that he never wants to share you and your new experiences with others - the only problem being, him having to confess his feelings.
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fem!y/n x lando norris
warnings: smut with a plot. minors dni! probably grammar or spelling errors due to english not being my first language.
requested: yes, based on this request: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things
part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine / part ten
When you wake up after another sleepless night, you let out a big sigh. Since you’re back in Monaco things feel different. You can’t sleep properly anymore, the cold bed without Lando and his warmth in it aren’t enough for you. Things have changed since you’re back here. Lando is busy with his trainings, Quadrant, friends he didn’t see for a while and everything else he’s normally busy with. Meaning that there’s not a lot of time left for you. Lando told you in advance, but you told him it would be fine. Now you realize that it’s not fine.
You know that if you call Lando, he’ll let you join him with everything you want. There is even a chance that he’ll send you a plane ticket for only today and tomorrow. It wouldn’t be something new. He’s in England for now, spending time at the McLaren Technology Centre. Lando told you about what he was going to do, something in the line of multiple sponsor obligations and a bit of sim work. Him not being in Monaco causes you to only miss him more.
There’s nothing more you want to do then to call Lando up and talk to him, but you don’t wait to claim him too much. What if he thinks you’re too clingy? With another soft sigh you start to scroll on your phone. Not that it helps, when you open your phone you’re confronted with a thousand notifications. Since the last race weekend the notifications haven’t stopped. Everyone thinks Lando and you are actually dating this time. It has caused your socials to overflow with reactions, some people hate you while others claim that you’re their favorite WAG already. On the flight back you talked about it with Lando. There was an option of denying it and hoping they would leave you alone again, but the two of you decided to just let it be for now.
You want to text Lando. Or would that be to clingy? Fuck, you really miss him. When a notification shows up on your phone screen, you’re quick to look at it.
Lando: call me?
Without giving it a second thought you call Lando on FaceTime.
“Hey babygirl,” Lando greets you with a soft smile.
“Hey Lan,” you greet him back.
Lando asks you about the last couple days, you feel boring when you confess to him that you didn’t do a lot. You don’t have contact with your friends anymore since that brunch and now that Lando is also gone, your days have been boring. You are quick to ask Lando about his last days as well. He tells you everything in full enthusiasm.
“But I can’t wait to get back to,” Lando doubts, he wants to say to you but that’s probably weird, right? “To Monaco,” he eventually ends his sentence.
“When are you coming back?” You are quick to ask. You want nothing more then Lando back in Monaco and hopefully back with you. “Tomorrow baby,” Lando answers you, “Maybe we can grab dinner together when I’m back?”
“That sounds nice,” you tell him, that’s exactly what you hoped for.
“What are you going to do today?” Lando continues to asks you.
“I don’t know yet,” you confess, “maybe sleep a bit more, I’m still pretty tired.”
“Did I awake you?” Lando questions. You’re quick to tell him no, mentioning that you don’t sleep well at the moment. When Lando asks you for the reason, you don’t know what to say at first. You stay silent for a bit. “I kinda have the same problem you know,” Lando eventually confesses, “Since I’m back in my own apartment without you I haven’t gotten a good night sleep.”
“Me too,” you share, “It feels weird to sleep alone.”
“Tomorrow we can sleep together?” Lando suggests. You’re quick to say yes. “And maybe some other activities,” Lando says suggestively.
“Oh?” You reply.
“I miss you babygirl,” Lando softly murmurs, “All of you.”
“All of me?” You ask surprised.
“Yes,” he confesses, “I miss your body next to mine in the bed, since we slept in the same bed together I’ve been addicted to it. And don’t forget how bad it became now that I know how your body feels. I miss the soft sounds you make for me when I feel you up, or the way you always look at me with those innocent eyes when I know for a fact you’re not that innocent. I miss the way you pussy clenches around my cock.”
“Fuck Lan,” you mutter softly, “I miss you too. Haven’t cum since the last time you made me.”
“What did you just say babygirl?” Lando asks you. He looks at you through the screen, it’s not hard to miss how red your cheeks are getting. “Didn’t you orgasm since our last time?” He continues to ask. You show him a small nod. “Why not?” Lando asks further.
At first you shrug, not wanting to tell Lando that you have never pleasured yourself, but Lando sees right through you. “Have you ever touched yourself?” He asks you.
“No,” you confess softly.
“Don’t know how to do it?” He asks.
“No.”
“Want my help babygirl?”
“Please Lan,” you almost beg. Since he told you what he misses about you, your pussy started clenching. You feel all tensed up and want nothing more then Lando to help you with it. Lando shows you a grin. He doesn’t say anything yet, causing you to let out another few pleas. “I need your help,” you softly confess, “I can’t do it myself.”
“Place your phone on your night stand baby,” Lando instructs you. You do what he says. “Lay down on the bed, I want to see your body.” You lay down on the bed, still dressed in your pajamas. Now you look at yourself in the camera, you notice that you’re pajamas are a skimpy string and a shirt from Lando.
“Spread your legs for me,” Lando instructs you. You do what he says again. “Keep following my instructions,” Lando says, you show him a nod. “I want you to call me sir,” Lando tells you. “Okay sir,” you try it out, the words leave your tongue without thinking about it. It feels good. You notice the way Lando lets out a soft groan while hearing you call him this.
“Touch your boobs for me babygirl,” Lando continues to instruct you. You lay your hands on your boobs, slowly grabbing them through your shirt. “Knead one of them,” Lando says, “and softly pull on the nipple from the other one.” You act out his instructions, a soft moan leaves your lips when you softly pull on your nipple. “Continue and switch sometimes,” Lando states. You keep doing what he says. Kneading your boobs firmly and softly pulling on your nipples. You feel your stomach tighten from the feeling. It feels weird to do this to yourself, you’re glad Lando is here to instruct you.
“Feels good, doesn’t it babygirl?” Lando asks you.
“Yes,” you whimper.
Lando tuts at you. “Wrong babygirl,” he says, “Stop touching your boobs.” You wonder what he means, then you get it.
“Sorry sir,” you whimper, “Sorry. Can I please continue?”
“No.”
You remove your hands from your tits. A soft whine leaves your lips. Lando chuckles. “Slowly move your hands lower on your body,” he continues to instruct you, “but skip your cunt.” You do as he says. “Tease the inside of your thighs for me,” Lando instructs you, “Stroke up and down on them. Get closer to your cunt, slowly, but don’t touch it yet. Just tease yourself and imagine that your hands are mine.” You keep doing what Lando instructs you to do. “You must be so painfully wet right now,” Lando mutters.
“Move one of your hands back to your tits,” Lando goes on, “Tease them as well. Knead those tits, pinch or pull on your nipples. Keep teasing yourself.”
“Yes sir,” you softly moan while touching your breast again.
“Gonna get you so wet before you even touch your cunt,” Lando tells you. “It’s a shame I’m not there with you, I would put my mouth on one of them. Slowly sucking your nipple inside my mouth, licking and sucking those beautiful tits.”
“Fuck sir,” you moan.
“You like this, don’t you? You love every second of attention I give you. Don’t you wish I was there with you babygirl?”
“Fuck sir, yes, I miss you. Want you here with me.”
“Take off your clothes,” Lando instructs you further. You’re quick to do so.
“Use one hand to keep teasing your breast,” Lando continues, “and with the other one you’re going to get real slow towards your cunt. But don’t you dare to touch it yet.” You let out a soft moan now you feel your breast and nipple without any clothing between it. Lando lets out a soft groan as well. He softly starts to grab his boner as well. Lando never did something like this before, but it feels so natural with you. He’s surprised how well it’s going, the words are flowing out of his mouth without thinking about it.
“Lay down your finger on your clit for me,” Lando tells you, “but only for two seconds. Then you move your hand back to your thighs.”
You let out a whine when your two seconds are up. “Sir please,” you whine. “Not yet baby,” Lando says, “tease your thighs a bit more.” You still do what he says. When you look at your phone screen you notice that Lando has turned over the camera. you’re not seeing him anymore, the camera is focused on his boner now.
“Fuck sir,” you mutter, “you look so hard.”
“That’s what you do to me babygirl,” Lando replies.
“Can I see how you touch yourself, sir?”
Lando doesn’t reply verbally. He moves his hand to his boner and starts to caress it, letting out a groan while doing so. “How badly do you want to touch your beautiful cunt baby?” Lando asks you, “Tell me about it.”
“Fuck sir, want to touch it so bad,” you murmur.
“Ask me.”
“Can I please touch my pussy sir?” You ask him.
“Okay babygirl,” Lando tells you. “Slowly put your finger back on your clit again. Use your other hand to tease your entrance.” You move your hands again. Almost letting out a loud moan when you finally feel something on your clit again. “Make slow movements, really slow,” Lando instructs. “Give it a bit more pressure,” Lando continues.
“Fuck,” you whine, “Thank you sir.”
Lando almost feels his cock bursting out of his pants when you thank him. He removes his pants and boxers. You see his boner springing to his freedom. Lando is quick to put his hand around it and starts to stroke it.
“Oh babygirl,” Lando mutters, “the things you do with me. Continue to add pressure to your clit baby and slowly move one of your fingers inside you.”
You spread your legs a bit more then before, causing Lando to let out a soft moan while seeing your cunt better then before. He strokes his own dick. Slowly you let one of your fingers enter your pussy. “Imagine that was my cock,” Lando teases you, “How much better would that fill you up baby?”
“A lot better sir,” you answer, “There’s nothing better then your cock.”
Lando keeps getting amazed by you. “Such a good girl for me,” he tells you, “my good little..” He doubts a bit if he’s going to say it, but eventually takes the risk. “My good little slut,” he calls you.
“Only for you sir,” you reply softly, “only for you.”
“Fuck babygirl,” Lando groans, “What did I do to deserve you?”
In the mean time Lando increases his own pace. He tells you to do the same. You let out a couple moans while fingering yourself. “I’m getting close,” you softly confess, “can I cum sir?”
“Not yet baby,” Lando tells you stern, “wait a bit longer.”
You’re turning into a moaning mess. You can’t even reply to Lando anymore. It’s getting too much for you. After not having felt anything like this for a week or so, the pleasure is getting to your head. Your stomach is as tight as it can be, your pussy is already clenching around your finger and the only sound coming out of your mouth are moans.
“Add another finger babygirl,” Lando instructs you. You’re quick to act out his instruction. “Increase the pace but don’t let yourself cum yet. Imagine it’s my cock that’s inside you right now.”
“Fuck sir,” you mutter, “I’m so painfully close.”
“Beg for it.”
“Sir please,” you start to beg. You can’t even form normal sentences, words are coming out of your mouth but you don’t even realize which ones. “So close.” “Please sir.” “Fuck sir, it feels so good.” “Need you with me sir.” “Please.”
“You deserve it babygirl. Let it go,” Lando softly tells you, “Cum for me.”
You feel your body spasm. “Fuck,” you moan while you come undone. It amazes you that you just did this for yourself. While coming down from your orgasm, you look at the phone screen on your night stand. Lando is pumping his boner with a fast pace. While looking at it you feel yourself getting horny all over again. Then he comes undone as well with a loud moan.
“Fuck babygirl,” Lando grunts, “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” you softly reply, “It’s insane what you’re doing to me while not even being here.”
“You better wait for when I’m back,” Lando states, “because I can’t wait to feel you around my dick again.”
“Tomorrow right?” You ask teasingly.
“Tomorrow you’re mine.”
+++
The day is passing by slowly. Lando texted you this morning that he will pick you up for dinner tonight. Since then you haven’t heard anything from him. You miss him. You can’t wait for him to show up here and take you with him. Only the idea of sleeping next to Lando again tonight, makes you feel all happy and bubbly.
You’re looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress you’re wearing is a new one. After your FaceTime call with Lando from yesterday, you went out shopping. It felt weird at first to shop alone, but you aren’t in touch with your friends anymore after the last time where they didn’t stop insulting you. It’s for the better, but shopping alone is something else to get used to. Eventually you did find a beautiful dress for tonight. Now you’re wearing it you feel a bit of doubt kicking in. You usually don’t wear stuff like this. The dress is on the shorter side, almost revealing your ass. Maybe it’s too much for only dinner? You doubt about changing, but before you can decide you already hear the door bell. Can that be Lando?
When you open the door, you’re greeted by Lando. He is quick to pull you into a hug before getting inside your apartment. “Hey babygirl,” he greets you with a soft voice. He puts a small kiss on your cheek. When he pulls back from the hug and walks inside with you, Lando is quick to take a good look at you.
Lando can’t take his eyes off you. Fuck, since when do you own dresses like this? Do you really expect him to have dinner with you while you’re dressed like this? He can’t focus on dinner or anything else when you look this beautiful. Fuck. The dress barely covers your ass and Lando can’t stop looking at it, certainly when you walk towards the kitchen to get him something to drink.
“Fucking hell babygirl,” Lando sighs eventually, “since when do you own dresses like this?”
“It’s too much isn’t it?” You ask a bit unsure. Lando hasn’t stopped looking at you since he’s inside.
“No,” Lando quickly states, “it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Lando doubts for a couple seconds before speaking up again. “But I do think I can’t focus on anything else then you in this dress and fucking you.”
“What’s stopping you?”
In no time Lando has himself pressed up against your body. You don’t know how Lando got you here like this, but you’re pressed up against the wall. His mouth is attacking yours. You feel his hands all over your body. As fast as he can manage Lando pulls up your dress. When he feels your string and the way it’s already dampened by your cunt, he grins.
“So wet already baby,” Lando mutters. You grab his boner through his pant. “And so eager,” Lando continues. You play with Lando his belt, trying to get if off but you can’t reach it properly. A soft annoyed grunt leaves your lips. Lando grins and removes his belt himself, then he pulls down his pants and underwear. You see the way his boner slaps soft against his stomach. Fuck you almost forgot how big it was.
“When we’re back from dinner I’m going to take my time with you,” Lando states, “but now I really need to feel you on my cock.”
“Please do,” you softly reply. Lando takes his earlier words into action. He lets his dick slide into your cunt. It causes you to let out a hard moan. Lando fucks you harder then ever before, it never felt as amazing as this. When he squeezes your boob you almost yell out his name. “Fuck Lando.”
Lando grunts. He increases his pace again. When he starts to feel close to his orgasm, he almost feels ashamed for feeling his orgasm reaching this soon. Then he notices the way you look. It looks like you’re close as well.
“Never came this fast in my life,” Lando groans when he feels his cum leave his body. You feel your orgasm hitting you as well. “I can say the same,” you joke, “but it’s not like I have a lot of experience.”
“Dinner?” Lando asks you five minutes later. “If you can behave,” you laugh. Lando grabs your hand, intertwines his fingers with yours and takes you with him towards his car. You barely can remember to grab your stuff before getting into his car.
“It’s insane how much I missed you,” Lando confesses.
“Same,” you softly reply.
“And I have to leave again in only two days for the next race,” Lando sighs.
“I know,” you sigh back.
“Join me?”
“You want me to join you again?” You ask Lando confused.
“Babygirl, I want you to join me every time I’m leaving home.”
a/n; i feel like this story is coming to an end but i have no idea how to finish it, help is welcome :)))
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This is kinda angsty angst. But what about one where reader got into an argument with jjk boy (maybe either satosogu, nanami, or choso) and they stop functioning or start getting reckless during missions and get really hurt. And they have a lil soft smutty smut to show reader that they love them and want them to stay on this planet.
Maybe I Should!
Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader
Warnings: Yelling, fighting, blood, near-death experience, makeup, soft sex, fluff at the end, romance,
Word Count: 3,179
A/N: When I got this request, Nanami was the first to come to mind! I love him so much this request was made for him.
“You cannot take this mission!” Nanami snapped, cornering you against a wall. “It's too dangerous!”
“It's a grade-one curse! I'm a grade-one sorcerer; it’s an even match!” You shot back, ducking under his arm, reaching for your bags. “I’m not some fragile flower for you to protect.”
Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, following behind you with a scowl. “This is not about me treating you like you’re fragile! I’ve read the case files! I’ve seen the damage that curse had done! This is way out of your league.” The room grew hotter with your growing rage.
“I can handle this!”
“No, you can’t!”
“Yes, I can!”
Nanami’s hand snapped forward, the veins in his arms and wrist flexed as he held onto you firmly. His touch wasn’t painful or too rough; it was gentle, allowing you to pull away at any given moment. For the first time since he told you you shouldn’t go, you stopped, turning to glance up at him. You were expecting to meet pleading eyes begging you not to go, to stay here. That gaze was nowhere to be found. Instead, you were met with a stern, cold look. One that just ticked you off even more.
You looked away as you yanked your wrist from his grasp. “I’m going; I can handle this on my own.” Your boyfriend remained silent. “I’m not one of the children at the high school.” A lump formed in your throat as you tilted your chin to give him a severe glare. “You tend to forget how strong I am. You look at me like I’m some pretty little weak housewife. I’m not!” Nanami scoffed; it was full of annoyance as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes, I am aware; if you were my housewife, you would have the decency to at least listen to what I have to say!”
“If that’s what you fuckin’ want, maybe you should go out and find yourself a girl like that!”
“Maybe I should!!”
His words were like an ice pick to your gut. Those three words stole the breath from your lungs, rendering you speechless. Nanami’s honey-brown eyes didn’t meet yours; they glared down at the floor as he clenched his jaw so tight you could see the muscles in his neck twitch. You felt tears burning in your eyes; you struggled to find the words to say.
What was there to say? He had said enough. Maybe the two of you had grown apart from the missions you both kept taking. Perhaps this fight was the end of you and him.
“Love, I didn’t mean—“
“You did.” His eyes finally met yours; they were wide, full of confusion and regret. “You meant every word.” Tears blurred your vision as you wiped angrily at your eyes. “I have a plane to catch; let’s put a pin in—“ you motioned between the two of you. “us ending our relationship right now. I can’t focus on it when I have a mission.”
“Wait!” Nanami called out your name before you stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door.
The conversation, well, the fight, plagued your mind the entire way to Okinawa. His words, the anger that twisted over his face. Thinking of his reaction was a bundled mess of doubt and heartache that sat upon your chest and clouded your mind.
‘Maybe I should!’
Anger fumed within the deepest part of your soul as you lowered a veil around the abandoned shrine you were sent to cleanse. Maybe he should pull his head out of his ass! You weren’t that same high schooler that was a year younger than him! You didn’t run off to be a businessman! You stuck it out and got more scars than you could count! So maybe he should realize you could take care of yourself!
Your fuming anger blinded you as you walked through the halls, glaring around corners, trying to sense the energy of this stupid curse. But Nanami’s stupid face, the rage, regret, the sorrowfulness in his eyes when he said, ‘Maybe I should,’ left his lips crossed your mind. He turned pale when you told him you would discuss ending your relationship. Thinking about him, about what was to come for the two of you, had you stopping in your tracks.
Ending things with Nanami was the last thing you wanted to do. But he needed to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t as weak as he thought. You were as strong as him; you could handle missions independently—even grade-one curses.
A grade-one curse that came out of nowhere and slammed you against the wall so hard you saw black spots. A wheezed, pained gasp escaped you as your eyes widened in shock. It is a curse made out of thick thorns, garbling and swaying. You moved as fast as your body would allow, a thorny arm slashing over your back, causing a wretched scream to crawl up your throat as you ducked and rolled behind a pillar.
Blood soaks into your shirt, coating the fabric as you pull out your talisman paper. Using blood from your cheek, you scribble out ‘purify’ over the parchment before embedding your cursed energy into it. Blue energy flowed around it as you rolled out from behind the pillar, tossing it towards the cursed spirit. Despite the fact the talisman was written on paper, your cursed technique made all your talismans hit your targets like daggers.
As your talisman struck the curse in the center of the face, it screamed in pain before it dissipated into black smoke, fading away. You let out a pained whine as you limped forward, glaring down at its fading form. But as its mouth began to fade, it laughed. It was a laugh that made your skin crawl and goosebumps rise over your skin. Something wasn’t right about this.
Whirling around, you were met face-to-face with another thorn-cursed spirit. This one was larger and stronger than the last. Nanami’s words from earlier ran through your veins like ice.
‘I’ve read the case files! I’ve seen the damage this curse has done!’
Little did the both of you know, this curse turned out to be curses—two of them, both grade one. The first one was strong, but this one, this one was crazy stupid strong. If you didn't move, you'd be killed. You rushed forward, reaching for more paper in your pocket, only to be thrown across the floor, your head hitting the floor with a heavy crack!
With blurry vision, you slowly sat up before collapsing forward as the curse rushed towards you. Thorn-covered limbs and vines wrapped around your legs, yanking you towards it. Its mouth opened, and a large tongue lolled out as you hit the ground with every yank. You screamed in defiance, kicking and screaming, tearing your flesh on the thorns, fighting to grab a piece of parchment out. The curse only seemed to enjoy your pitiful wails as you wrapped around you tighter, its tongue slowly sliding up your back as you drew closer towards its mouth.
That was its first mistake; as it brought inches near its open mouth, you roared, slamming a talisman onto its tongue. The paper burned with cursed energy before the kanji ‘purification flames’ lit up, engulfing the curse in blue fire. As it burned, its grip on you loosened, freeing and allowing you to crawl back, watching it thrash and scream.
You stared into the flames, wheezing roughly as you groaned. A see-through version of Nanami stood there, glaring down at you in disapproval as you struggled to stand. The Nanami said nothing as you gripped your side with a weak chuckle.
“S-See, I was f-fine.” you limped forward, “I could handle it.” Nanami shook his head. “Dead as a doorna-Gaaahk!” Blood spurted from your mouth as a stabbing pain shot through your stomach. Stumbling, you looked down with blurry vision at a large blackthorn emerging from your abdomen. Your blood dripped onto the ground as the throne turned to ash.
‘You were reckless.’ The Nanami before you watched as you fell to your knees, your hands clasped firmly over your bleeding wound. ‘Reckless, weak, not even worthy of being a housewife.’
Either his words or the pain had you collapsing onto your side, blood bubbling out of your mouth. Nanami, your Nanami would never say that. Iron flooded your taste and smell as you watched Nanami fade. Nita came rushing in, falling to her knees and shaking you as you stared weakly into the distance.
Perhaps you should have listened to him instead of fighting with him. He was only looking out for you, trying to keep you safe. But you had taken his adoration and concern for you as him seeing you incapable of taking this dangerous mission on. A weak laugh escaped you as you felt Nita dragging you, screaming into a phone.
Maybe being a housewife wouldn't be that bad. It might have been fun. But you would never get to experience that. Your body was too cold as blood seeped out through your fingers as someone pulled you into a car. Your name turned into humming as you shut your eyes.
“Darling,”
“Hm?” You asked, opening your eyes before shifting slightly against the warm body you were snuggling.
“Hi,” Kento reached down, stroking your cheek with one hand while he held a book in the other. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mhmm.” you snuggled into his side, breathing in the smell of salt water. “I had a terrible nightmare. I almost died.”
Kento’s warm hand brushed gently over your cheek. “It’s a good thing it was only a dream.” He whispered, bring your face up to him. “I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, love.”
“Mhm, I love you, Kento.”
“And I love you.”
Slowly lifting your head, you grinned at him as he kissed you deeply. He was sitting on a beach towel under an umbrella. The sound of ocean waves crashing over the shore had you fading further into the reality you had made. Where you and Nanami finally got out of Japan and made a life on a tiny island somewhere far away.
A beach somewhere far away, where you could spend your days walking the shore, enjoying the sweet ocean air. This was a place where Nanami could be free. Somewhere far, far away from all the blood and death the two of you had faced—a little slice of heaven.
And it was a reality that didn't exist.
Blinking in your summer oasis, your vision became clearer. Ocean waves turned into the chirping of medical machines and heavy snoring. The warmth of the sand was the warmth of blankets covering you. And the smell of Nanami was because your boyfriend was sleeping in a chair beside your hospital bed.
Disorientation overcame you as you sat up, wincing at the stiffness of muscles and pain in your stomach. Your mouth was too dry, and your head was pounding. What had happened? Where were you? How long have you been out?
“Ken?” your voice was hoarse and broken, but the man next to you jolted.
Dark circles had formed under his eyes as he jumped out of his chair, his hands cupping your face. His honey-brown eyes, which had been filled with anger the last time you saw him, were now filled with utter relief. He pulled you into his chest, his hands gently stroking your hair back as you shuddered, a sob working his way up his throat.
“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, his voice broken. “I almost fuckin’ lost you.”
His relief was contagious; you felt yourself easing into him, crying softly into his chest as he crawled into the bed with you. His arms gently wrap around you, cradling you into his body. No words needed to be spoken; the touch and sobs you both shared conveyed every regret and emotion you both had been feeling.
You were lucky to be alive, thanks to Nita’s quick work and the work of the doctors at the local hospital. They kept you in a stable condition long enough for Shoko and Nanami to take the soonest plane to Okinawa. Shoko helped speed up the healing process, and you were released three days later. During those three days, neither you nor Nanami brought up the previous fight. Which you were grateful for until he helped you into your shared apartment. As he shut the door, placing your bags in the living room, you sighed.
“Kento, we need to talk.”
“Yes, we do.” he agreed, following you into the bedroom, where the two of you sat on the bed. “I would like to—”
“No, I'm going to start.” You interrupted, placing a hand on his chest. “Kento, I-I’m so sorry I acted as I did. I was frustrated and angry, and—” You swallowed hard, “I realized you were only looking out for me, and instead of taking your words to heart, I twisted them into something they weren't. S-So if you want to end this, to find a more ideal partner, I understand.”
Nanami gently interlaced his fingers with yours. “I said some terrible things myself. I know you're strong, love, and capable of going on missions and taking care of yourself. But I will always tell you the truth. If something looks difficult to me, that says a lot.” The truth hurts as you nod, swallowing even harder. “That being said, my agreement to find a more suitable housewife was immature and moronic of me. You're the only wife I want in my life.”
He cupped your cheeks, kissing you as softly as he could. “K-Kento? You mean that?” The words came out as a blubbering mess as he laid you down on the bed, fingers grazing under your shirt.
“Every single word, I love you; you're the only wife I want.”
“I-I love you too, Kento.”
Nanami gently pushed you back against the bed, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands gently ran up and down your sides. “I want to worship every part of your body.” Hands slid under your shirt, gently grabbing the fabric, tugging it up and over your head. “You're such a beautiful love. I adore you; you're the best thing that ever happened to me.”
You shivered as his hands trailed over the large scar on your stomach, gently caressing it. “K-Kento~” He sat back, allowing you to remove his shirt before he trailed kisses over every single inch of exposed skin.
“I want to make love to you. I need to caress you,
Feel you, and adore you.”
Nanami trailed kisses over your shoulders as he slotted himself between your legs with a groan. Seeing the arch you squirmed and arched against him was all the encouragement Nanami needed to keep going. He slid his hand into your panties, gently rubbing circles around your clit, making you buck against his hand.
“I can't lose you; I need you in my life.” His sweet words had you moaning louder than his fingers plunging inside of you. “It’s you; it’ll always be you, baby.”
Nanami was true to his words. He worshiped you with his tongue, fingers, and lips. Bringing you over the edge countless times before he finally began passing his thick girthy cock into you with a groan. Once the tip is inside, you both inhale sharply. Your eyes were boring into each other, fingers interlacing.
The air is thick with lust and passion as Nanami slowly sets a steady pace. He was continuing to slide into you before he finally bottomed out. His back muscles twitched as he groaned against your lips, staying buried inside of you as you lazily kissed each other.
“B-Babbyy~”
“Y-You feel so good inside of me, Kento~”
“And you feel fucking perfect wrapped around me, my love.” His lips find yours, slotting against yours in a deep passionate kiss; the sweet lingering fast of coffee and sweetbreads flood your mouth as he starts thrusting deeply into your tight pussy with a grunt.
Nanami is slowly and sensually fucking into you. His mouth against yours, both your whines and moans getting lost in the other's mouth: you had made life countless times before, but this time was different. It was different because Nanami put his entire heart and soul into each kiss and thrust. He was cautious of how tight he squeezed your fingers while paying attention to the quest your body gave him. The man was putting his everything into his movements.
And you could taste it, god, it was so sweet. The gentleness, the softness in his groans as he gently rocked into you. While his hands gently caressed you. This was perfect; it was the literal embodiment of true love. A love that you would never in a million years let slip away.
“K-Kento~ I-Im not going to last m-much longer.”
“Me neither.” he gasped against your mouth as his hips bucked faster, the bed creaking under the two of you with his thrusts. “Cum with me~ I need to feel you cum around my cock~ I need to feel it~ please love, please~”
“K-Ken~! Ken~!” You cried out in-between kisses as he fucked you into an intense orgasm. He gritted his teeth as your walls pulsated around him, drawing him over the edge with you. Your name left his lips like a prayer as he filled you with his cum fucking it as deep as your body would allow.
Kenton only stopped when you both were a sweaty heap of entangled limbs. “M-Mmm, fuck, I love you,” Kento whispered, pushing strands of your hair out of your face. “I love you so damn much~ please don't ever leave me.” he pressed his head against yours, breathing in every breath you exhaled as you both came down from your orgasmic bliss.
“I-I won't.” You whispered against his lips as he moved, grabbing your left hand. “I swear, Nanami.”
He shifted, reaching for something under his pillow. Your heart lurched as you felt him slide a ring onto your finger. Glancing down at it, you choked on your gasp as a glittering diamond ring shone on your finger.
“Say it again.”
“I swear I'll never leave you.” you kissed him deeply. “I love you~ I love you so much~!”
“I love you too, god I love you.” Nanami kissed you, his future wife, as hard as possible without hurting you. “We’ll be together forever.” His hips rocked gently into you.
You made love all day. Gently kissing each other until you both finally laid down to rest in the last afternoon. Nanami softly snored as he held you, and you just laid there, basking in the afterglow of sex and the elation of being engaged. Your diamond ring glittered in the sunlight shining through the window before you curled into Nanami’s chest, sighing happily.
Being with him like this, was your own personal paradise that you never wanted to leave.
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Overview: Geto and gojo are best friends who are both in love with you. They invite you over to drink and smoke weed. This is completely consensual as reader also is into it!!
Geto x Gojo x y/n
Warnings: smut, weed, alcohol, 3 some, oral, double penetration, anal and vaginal penetration, praise and degrading kink, cream pies, hair pulling, choking, consensual sex
You walked into gojos room and saw him and geto on the bed already rolling up a joint. The bed if full of snacks and 2 bottles of alcohol. They both look at you and smile widely. They both take in your look, you have on just a hoodie and shorts underneath. You hurry and jump into bed with them and start talking about your day. They pretend to be fully interested in what you were saying but they weren’t. They just wanted to get you drunk and high. You lay on your stomach between them and light up the join taking the first hit. You passed it to Gojo. He took a long hit as he looked you in the eyes, you blushed a little at his eye contact already feeling the weed in your system making you more shy than usual. Gojo slows the smoke into you eyes and laughs at you coughing from the cloud of smoke. Geto moves closer to you and wraps his around around you cuddling into you for an second then moving back away. You giggle at this. 2 joints later you get thirsty from the cotton mouth *worst thing ever btw 😞*you open the bottle and start to drink it as if it’s water the boys start yelling words of encouragement telling you to chug. After you chug the bottle you get up and run around the room from the burning taste. Both men laughing at you and grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed.
“God you’re such a drunk y/n.” Geto laughs stroking your stomach..raising your hoodie to expose your stomach and shorts.
“I kinda like it, she’s so cute when she’s cross faded haha” Gojo rubs your head.
You continue to giggle for no reason as you just pretend to understand what they’re saying. They look at each other knowing that now is a time to initiate their plan. They both lay next to you and cuddle into you taking in your smell..a mix of perfume and the weed. You try to get up from in between them..sitting up. They both lay their head of your shoulder and kiss you neck lightly not to scare you.
“Huh..are you guys okay, what are you doing hehe” you say with a slur.
Both boys continue to kiss you neck. Gojos hands rub up your stomach to your breast he cups them over your sweatshirt. Geto licks up to your neck and starts to leave hickeys on your neck. You whimper at the touches form the boys. They notice and it only encourages them more.
“Take your sweater off sweetie..” Geto says sitting you up so you can easily take it off.
You listen to them taking off your hoodie in a quick motion that got you back dizzy and flopping back onto the bed.. Gojo gets to the end of the bed taking off your short and panties at the same time. Cold air hits your slipper wet pussy, both boys take a minute to adore your wet pussy on display. Geto joins gojo as both of their faces are in front of your pussy..Geto moves first slipping his index finger into your pussy folds experimenting with your reaction. You close your legs shut as a reaction to his teasing. Gojo chuckles and opens your legs holding them down with just 1 arm. You moan form both of their teasing. Geto continues to slip his fingers in your fold collecting your juices..he finally slips a finger in. He can feel how hot and tight your pussy is already.
“Wow…so tight baby. Can barely even fit a finger” Geto purrs in a teasing way.
Gojo laughs at his comment, being jealous that Geto is the only one pleasing you right now. Gojo moves his finger to your pussy as well slipping his finger in with geto. You moan loudly feeling your pussy tighten around their fingers..you had thought about having sex with them for a long time but you never thought about having sex with both at the same time.
You felt your pussy tighten after a minute of them both fingering you, they curl their finger in the right spot getting you to your orgasm. You cum harder than ever, possibly from the alcohol and weed. Both men groan feeling your pussy tighten around their finger.. Gojo leans it and licks your pussy cleaned. He moans tasting your cum on his tongue wanting more as he grinds his crotch into the bed.
Geto takes his clothes off quickly feeling his dick hurt against his underwear. When he strips his pants his cock springs out, it made your jaw go slack seeing his big cock throb and pre cum leaking form his tip. Geto lifts you up onto his lap making your straddle your bare pussy against his throbbing cock. Gojo joins geto in taking off his clothes. Gojo sits besides you and rubs his cock against your ass trying to get some kind of friction. You grab Gojos cock and start to stroke it, he throws his head back moaning at your strokes. Gojo had a very pretty cock..it was super thick and veiny. Geto takes this as a good time to try and slip it in. His tip is pushing against your entrance..he struggles to slip it in from how tight you are. You whimper feeling your pussy get stretched from Getos dick..he finally slips it in and you both groan from the feeling.
“fuck…it’s so tight. Gojo..put it in her ass” he chuckles to Gojo.
You whimper at the thought of both men inside you at the same time.. you look back at Gojo and nod your head in approval. Gojo jumps behind you and slowly stretches your ass also. You scream from the sudden stretch and the pain. Gojo and Geto both kiss you neck and lips as a way to soothe you and make you forget the pain. After a few minutes the pain turns into pleasure as you slowly grind on both of their cocks. You throw your head back and onto Satorus shoulder from behind you. Gojo takes a handful of your hair and pulls it lightly. Geto joins in chokes you as he bounces you up and down holding onto your waist making you bounce on both of their cocks.
“You’re such a slut riding both our cock..we should get you drunk more often, huh?” Gojo whispers into your ear making you moan as you shake your head yes not able to speak clearly feeling yourself already close to another orgasm.
“You’re taking us so good baby..making me feel so good. Ima already so close..wanna fill your little pussy up so bad. Can I?” Geto whines into your ear pleading to cum already.
You groan and shake your head yes allowing him to cum early. Both Gojo and Geto hold onto your body and thrust into you faster than before feeling themselves close to orgasming. You cry from pleasure feeling your pussy and ass tighten around both of their cocks drill into you. All of you guy groan in pleasure as you guys all cum at the same time. Both men filling up your holes to the brim as they continue to grind in you to calm themselves down from their highs. You following them by creaming around their dicks and going limp on them feeling your body sore and tired.
Both men chuckle as you go limb…Gojo gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom to clean you. After cleaning you they lay you into bed with them as they cuddle your naked body. You guys fall asleep :3
AN: this is my first time writing a whole smut so I hope you guys enjoy. I wanted this to be a longer one since it was my first but my next ones will be shorter :)
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Everyone simply adored Daniel.
From his perfectly charming smile to his deep brown eyes to the way his hair seemed to always fall perfectly, even when he’d just spent the last hour out for a run.
Stupid Daniel with his gorgeous face.
How could they not see?!
The hatred started when you’d noticed he never actually said anything of use.
Once you’d listened (or tried to, through the door) for 40 minutes as he talked the downstairs neighbour around and around in circles about a noise complaint.
“I’m so deeply sorry.” He’d said. “It’s so difficult for me to think of how you must be feeling. You don’t want to be mad at me, do you? I just hate that sinking feeling I get when someone is mad at me. Just relax. I’m sure we can work something out…”
The conversation ultimately ending up with the neighbour apologising to Daniel.
Then there was the constant sex noises.
Stretched out moans, slowly ramping up and down and up and down, teasing his partner to the edge before bringing them right back again.
It was as if Daniel’s dick was a gift from God.
You found yourself wishing he was into BDSM so he’d gag whoever he had in there. No sex is that good, you thought.
It had been easy to avoid him and his infuriating-ness. Until now.
You stared down at your doormat at the tiny little note scrawled in thick black ink “LEFT WITH NEIGHBOUR”.
Of course it had.
It had been a long day at work. You were exhausted, and all you wanted was for you and your package to be left alone.
Away from the rhythmic thudding and moans from next door. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Away from Daniel.
You didn’t even wait for him and whoever he had in there to finish. In a huff you slammed your fist against his door.
The orgasmic moans echoed for a moment, and then shuffling was heard. The door opened.
Now, you’d expected the door to open just enough for a conversation. A tiny crack. After all, every tenant in the building knew what had just been happening, so you’d expected some shame.
But this was Daniel.
He swung the door full-force open, shirtless, bed head, and a very revealing half-askew boxers.
“…Yes?”
You cleared your throat and willed your face to turn back to its original, not flushed colour.
“You have a package for me.” You said, looking down at the floor.
He followed your gaze but looked between his legs instead.
“Do I?” He teased, before turning to retrieve the box.
“Y-You should keep it down, you know.” You found the courage to say.
“Sorry about that.” He laughed, handing you the package, your fingers touching his.
“Y-Yeah, well…”
“You’re welcome to join if you’re feeling left out.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes.
You angrily looked for signs of joking on his face. When you didn’t find any, you exploded.
“And what makes you think I’d want to do that?!”
“Oh… nothing.” Your eyes trail down his abs towards-
You shake the thought out of your head.
“I just have this thing about me, you know? I tend to draw people in.” He comments. “I don’t know if it’s my eyes that you could get lost in, or how you imagine my hands on your chest pushing you down onto the bed, or maybe it’s the way my words just push every rational thought out of that pretty head of yours…”
You realised your mouth was open slightly. You snapped your gaze away from his eyes, then his lips, and then his boxers.
Fuck.
It was like his body was magnetic. You felt your legs heavily moving towards him, the rational part of your brain sinking back for something else to take over.
What’s worse, you felt yourself drooling.
“There’s just something so alluring, isn’t there? The mystery of the unknown. That constant sound. Don’t you want to experience bliss like that?” He asked you.
Your anger had faded. Your mind, a puddle, melted by that look in his eyes.
He was growing taller. No. Your knees were buckling. Sinking. You were kneeling in front of him. Your mind a constant flow of his voice. Sink. Kneel. Obey. Drop.
Your eyes looked up at him. Glossy. Blank.
“Why don’t you come inside.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
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Test of Love (Chapter Two)
Chapter Two
Chapter one
Summary: You had so much fun with Suguru the last time you went out, so you decide to go on date number two.
A/N: Bit of a Suguru centric chapter. Gojo girlies, don't worry. He'll get his time.
CW: Borderline NSFW, alcohol
W/C: 5,771
Credit to @benkeibear for the banner
Your body sinks into your chair, Yaga’s voice becoming a low hum in your ears. It was usually hard to focus at staff meetings, but it was even harder when you were only going over information you already knew about. That happened a lot. Being friends with Gojo offered many perks, one being insider knowledge about the inner workings of Jujutsu society.
Your eyes focus on the map behind Yaga showing the last attacks until your vision starts to blur. God, you were so bored. A vibration coming from your pocket shakes you out of it.
Gojo: What underwear are you wearing :)
You: You’re annoying
You: What underwear are you wearing
Gojo: A lacy thong
You: You’re full of shit
Gojo: Wanna come find out?
You stifle a laugh, which catches the principal's attention.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” He calls your name, squinting his eyes at you.
“No, I apologize, please continue.” You say back, embarrassment flooding your system as all the teachers' eyes fall on you. Gojo pokes your foot with his, an easy smile playing on his lips. What a shit.
You don't even get the opportunity to try to focus before your phone is vibrating again. It’s from an unknown number.
Unknown: Hey, I had fun last time we saw each other, would you be interested in hanging out again?
You: I would love that! What do you wanna do?
You keep your eyes locked on the screen in your lap. You hadn’t saved Suguru’s number yet, but you knew exactly who it was.
Unknown: The choice is yours, sweetheart
You ignore the heat that begins to spark underneath your face.
You: Why don't we go out to eat?
You: I’m not picky on where, I’ll let you decide
Unknown: Perfect. I’ll make reservations
You were excited to see Suguru again. The two of you had been texting off and on ever since your date, and you really enjoyed his company. It was exactly what you needed after a long day of working your ass off. You did feel bad that you didn’t tell him the truth about your occupation, but you didn’t really have much of a choice.
“So far the attacks haven't been anything too serious, but they are troublesome. I called this meeting together to let you know that we will start to have constant patrols near the school to try to avoid another attack.” Yaga steps to the side, briefly looking at the map before turning his attention back to the group of sorcerers in front of him.
You rest your head on your hand and flick your eyes across the room. You were at a loss on what to do about this situation. You were busy thinking about Gojo and Suguru, when you should have been thinking of ways to handle the problem at hand.
“Hm, no.” Gojo says calmly, his hands behind his head.
“No?” Yaga repeats.
“No.” Gojo tilts his chair back until it’s almost about to tip over before he leans forward again.
“We should have the students survey the area to get experience. The curses aren't too high of a grade so they should be able to handle them easily. We can cycle through the first and second years so they get breaks from patrolling. I mean, the students are here anyway. We can send out recent graduates to handle the larger threats, they can also jump in here if needed. And if it gets really bad then we’ll only be a few miles away.”
Silence settles over the room. It wasn’t a bad idea. The students went on missions anyway. You didn’t have to be worried about them being too far out of reach, either.
“Do you think they’re ready for that?” Yaga asks.
“Yeah, Yuuji might need a little more training but everyone else is fine. Unless, you have no faith in your students?” Gojo says your name.
“They can definitely handle it.” You look towards Gojo.
With his plan, higher level sorcerers would be freed up to handle bigger threats. You wouldn’t tell him, but he could be smart. Sometimes.
“Alright. We’ll try Gojo’s plan to see how it goes.” Yaga sighs, calling the meeting to a close.
You stretch your arms while walking back to your classroom. You were so fucking tired. Between texting Gojo and Suguru, you haven't been getting much sleep. Luckily, your students were out on a mission today, allowing you time to catch up on grading papers. At least you wouldn’t have to use too much brain power.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asks, long legs striding up beside you. “Who’s that?” He peers over your shoulder to look at your phone, watching as you type a message to Suguru.
“Don’t worry about it, and my classroom. You should probably go to yours as well.” You unlock your door and enter, not bothering to close it behind you as Gojo would only kick it down.
“You didn’t wanna see my lacy thong?”
“Maybe next time, Gojo.” You stand next to your desk and turn around, tilting your head back to look at him.
“How does tonight sound?” Gojo says with a wicked grin.
As much as you wanted to hang out with him…
“Can’t. I have a date.”
“And it’s not with me?” He looks at you dumbly.
You laugh, you hadn’t told Gojo about your date with Suguru. You didn’t really see a need to.
“You’re in an open relationship, isn’t it only fair that I can see who I want as well?” Not that you were necessarily official with Gojo.
Gojo pouts, staring down at you as you step closer.
“Is it your first time seeing him?” His blindfolded eyes follow you as you stop centimeters in front of him.
“My second.”
“Did you guys go all the way last time?”
Your throat feels dry at the question.
“It’s none of your business. And no. We didn’t even kiss.”
Gojo’s shoulders relax a bit at your admission.
“Aw, you jealous?” You joke, lifting a finger to point into his chest.
Gojo grabs your hand, yanking you closer. It catches you off guard, leaving your feet to wobble. You use your other hand to steady yourself against him.
“I don't have any reason to be jealous. You’ll be crawling back to me after your little date.”
The oxygen feels like it’s sucked out of the room, his lowered voice simmering in your stomach. Gojo lowers his blindfold to highlight his point, his blue eyes staring hard into you.
“Is that so?” You ask, breathlessly.
When did his lips get so close?
He hums before leaning down closer. His woody cologne fills your senses, making you immediately dizzy. Gojo watches your expression closely before his white lashes flutter shut while he presses his lips against yours. Soft and sweet. His lips were like sugar as they meld to yours. There’s no tongue, but you don't need it. Your body temperature is rising all the same.
He pulls away and smirks down at you before stepping away. A cocky bastard. You run your thumb along your bottom lip, indulging in the tingling sensation that lingered on you.
“I don’t need to be jealous if I got to kiss you first.” He says with a chuckle, turning around to head out of your classroom.
You can't deny the heat that was beginning to spread in the lower half of your body. You would be a liar if you said you had never thought about kissing him before. It happened only seconds ago and you were already replaying the scene in your head. At least he kissed you, you weren’t sure you would’ve made the first move. Even if you were glad he kissed you, a part of you hated him for leaving you high and dry.
“Have fun on your date!” He calls out over his shoulder, turning the corner to exit the classroom.
Bastard.
You huff and settle down into your seat, hoping the rest of the day would go by faster.
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Luckily for you, it does. And strangely enough, Gojo hasn’t texted you at all since your encounter with him. You were kind of expecting him to pester you for details about the date. It wouldn’t be too far out of the realm of possibilities for him to show up and insert himself. That would be funny, you thought. Gojo and Suguru together would be interesting. They’re on opposite ends of the spectrum, the mere idea of them interacting puts a smile on your face.
The sun is beginning to set as you gather your things to head out for the day. Suguru told you what restaurant you guys were going to, not that you had ever heard of it. He also said he wanted to pick you up if you’d allow it, which you graciously accepted. The restaurant was higher end, in a richer part of Tokyo. You had only ever been to that area several times with Gojo. You were kind of nervous to go, feeling slightly out of your realm, but you knew you would have a good time if you were going with Suguru.
You stand in front of your mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. You decided on a black dress that landed just above your knees, the perfect mix between sexy and classy.
Checking your phone, an idea pops in your head. Would it be weird to send a picture of your date outfit to Gojo, considering you were also seeing him?
Yeah. Probably.
Oh well.
You lift up your phone and take a picture of yourself in the mirror, checking it before sending it to Gojo. Right as you send the photo to him, a notification pops up at the top of your screen.
Unknown: I’m here, are you ready?
You: Yes!
Grabbing your clutch, you hurry outside to find Suguru waiting for you. He’s leaning against his car, head tilted as he looks around. When he brings his eyes to you, you feel a chill down your spine. He reminded you of a fox. He wore a black button up with black slacks, his hair tied up into a neat bun.
“You look beautiful.” His velvet voice floats over to you.
Your eyes flutter down at the flattery as you make your way closer to him.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Suguru chuckles and steps aside, grabbing the passenger door handle to open it for you, resting his hand against the top of the door so you don’t bang your head. His car smells like wood and leather, an intoxicating scent that instantly fills your body. He rounds the car before sliding inside the drivers seat, eyes flicking to look up at you.
“How was work?” He asks, pushing the keys in the ignition before pulling out of your parking lot, driving towards the restaurant.
“It was okay, my coworker was kind of getting on my nerves today. He kept getting in my business.”
Suguru smirks, arm flexing as he grips the steering wheel loosely.
“Sounds like someone I know.” He responds easily.
The building comes into view and it looks even fancier than you were expecting. You could see the low lights past the windows with tables evenly spaced throughout the place. There was even a terrace on the top, apparently a rooftop bar according to Suguru. You make a mental note to see if he would bring you up there after you ate.
Suguru gets out before you and opens your car door again, causing your heart to race. You had never been with someone so gentlemanly before. He offers an arm out for you to take, leading you towards the front door. Once you step inside you’re able to see just how busy it is. There was a short line in front of you, and it looked like every table was taken. You remember that Suguru told you he made a reservation, which eases your nerves a bit. That being said, you still felt out of place.
When you get to the hostess table, a young woman glances up at you before doing a double take, eyes settling on Suguru.
Can’t say you blame her.
“Hello sir, did you have a reservation?” Her eyes gleam as she bites back a grin.
“Yes, under the name Suguru.”
“For 7 pm?” She looks back down, studying the list in front of her.
“That would be it.” He lifts a hand up to brush his palm against your arm, wordlessly comforting you. He must’ve been able to tell you were nervous.
“Oh, it looks like we accidentally double booked the table. Let me go and see if the other couple has already arrived.”
Suguru’s brows furrow and you bite your lip. What would you do if your table wasn’t available? You really didn’t wanna go back home, and the two of you were already dressed so nicely.
The woman returns with a somber look on her face. She fidgets with her hands while looking up at Suguru, completely disregarding your presence.
“I’m so sorry, it seems your table was already taken. We can put you next on the list for when another one opens up?”
“Do you know when that might be?” You ask.
She looks down at you, as if she just realized you were there.
“Probably 30 minutes.”
You and Suguru stand in silence for a moment, debating your options. You could wait, but you were also really hungry, a fact Suguru must have noticed.
“I think we’ll look for another restaurant.” He excuses you both, a soft smile on his face.
As the two of you exit, you look up towards Suguru.
“I can always cook something for us back at my house. I don’t think my boyfriend will be home for a while.” He wonders out loud, checking his watch.
“No! It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to intrude like that,” you say quickly, “why don’t we just walk around and see if we can find something nearby?”
Suguru squeezes your hand and agrees, walking alongside you down the sidewalk. There’s a slight breeze in the air, ruffling your hair as you make your way further down the street. It was extremely busy since it was a Friday night. There were groups of young people congregating together, laughing loudly. It had been awhile since you spent the night on the town. You honestly rather preferred to stay curled up in bed with a good book in your hands, but you couldn’t deny the joy you felt as you walked beside Suguru, weaving your way through seas of people.
“Oh! How about here?” You point towards a food truck parked on the side of the road.
Suguru’s brows fly up in what you assume is surprise before he trains them back down. He didn’t seem pompous, so you were hoping he wouldn’t complain.
“I haven’t had their food in awhile.”
“You’ve been here before?” You whip your head towards him while pulling him closer.
“Yeah, my boyfriend really likes it.”
Weird, the only other person you know who eats here is…
“What can I get for you!” A cheery older man says, poking his head out the side of the window.
“Did you know what you want?” Suguru asks you.
“Oh, um, I’ll just get a slice of the cheese pizza.” You murmur, looking at the menu printed on the side of the van.
Suguru orders a slice of the same, and the older man takes his money and trades off two paper plates. It looks greasy and wonderful, just how you remember it being.
“Thank you!” You exclaim, grabbing your plate before sliding to the side, standing at the edge of the sidewalk.
The pizza melts in your mouth the second you take a bite, the golden cheese sliding down your throat. You let out a groan of approval, stopping in your tracks when you notice Suguru’s eyes on you.
“I-I’m sorry!” You fluster out, cheeks immediately heating at the attention.
“It’s cute.” Suguru whispers with a small grin, before taking a bite of his slice.
You bite back a smile as you sink your teeth into the pizza. Honestly, you had no idea what you had done to get so lucky. Most women dream of dating a hot, sweet, funny guy. And you had two of them? You weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself.
A gust of wind blows by, causing your body to shiver. Suguru steps to the side to block the wind from chilling you further, reaching a thumb out to swipe a bit of marinara sauce on your lips.
The action almost felt parental, but you were beginning to notice that trend with him. It seemed like every action he did was in care of you, constantly looking for ways to help out.
“What did you want to do once we finish?” He asks, already halfway done.
You ponder the idea for a moment. Really, your options were endless on a Friday night. Suguru was still a bit of a stranger, so you weren’t really sure what he liked to do. Your eyes drift around the area you’re in, taking note of the establishments. A bright sign catches your attention.
“Do you like dancing, Suguru?”
Suguru’s eyes follow yours, seeing the club that stood several businesses away. There was a line out the door, but it was moving pretty fast. It had been awhile since you’d gone to a club, but the idea sounded very tempting. It was fun to let loose, plus you wanted to see what Suguru looked like under the flashing lights. Maybe that was a selfish desire, but you craved it.
“Yeah, is that where you wanna go?” Suguru laces his hand with yours once you finish eating, the two of you walking towards the club.
Just like you thought, you aren’t waiting long before you’re already in the front, flashing your IDs to get access. A waft of alcohol hits you in the face along with the cool breeze of the AC. It was slightly cool outside, but you knew you’d need the comfort the artificial cold provided once you were packed with the other bodies.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Suguru asks, his voice slightly louder than his normal talking tone in an attempt to speak over the blasting music.
You nod your head and follow him to the bar, his hand holding yours tightly so you don’t lose each other. His palm is large in yours, easily overshadowing the size of your hand. His skin was warm, but not in an uncomfortable sweaty way. It felt calming, protective.
When you arrive, you order a mixed drink while he gets a glass of whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol won’t get to you too fast since you had just eaten. The idea of being drunk in front of Suguru kind of mortified you, you still wanted to make a good impression.
The alcohol burns down your throat as you sip the drink, setting it down on the counter once you’re finished, only to find Suguru’s eyes already looking at you. Just like you expected, he looked amazing under the lights. Flashing colors illuminated his face, his tall stature even more daunting when compared to the other men in the club who didn’t even come close to his height.
“Let’s dance!” You yell over the music, digging your nails in his arm to drag him to the dance floor.
He smiles as he allows you to maneuver his body, standing him in front of you. His cologne goes straight to your head as you press yourself against him, throwing your arms around his neck.
“It’s a little busy.” He observes, mumbling in your ear.
The brush of his breath against your ear causes you to gasp, gripping on him tighter.
“It’s better that way, I won’t get embarrassed since no one will be watching me.” You respond.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Suguru guides his hands up your body, the slow drag making you want to groan. He brings them back down and settles them on your waist, holding you tightly against him.
You sway your body to the music, standing so close to Suguru that you can't see his face. You aren’t sure you want to see his face. The alcohol was flowing through your veins, and you were afraid of what you might do were you forced to acknowledge his presence.
Bodies dance beside you, the heat of the room finally crawling up your spine. Your neck is starting to feel sticky already, but you’re too drunk on the moment to care.
Suguru’s body feels hard against your own, and you can't help but find yourself wondering what he looks like underneath all his clothes. He looked strong, you could practically feel the muscles that bulged underneath. Your mouth begins to salivate at the image you start to conjure up in your head, the sight borderline pornographic. The more you think about it, the more you can feel your restraint begin to slip. It wouldn’t be so bad to make a move, would it?
Bravery, it was a fickle thing, wasn’t it?
You were in need of it every day for your job. You needed it so often that you tended to forget that what you were doing required it at all. Sometimes it was hard to summon.
It also tended to be easier to use when you had the aid of liquid courage flowing through you.
You drag your hands down, softly scratching the skin of his veiny forearms while you pull away from him. He looks down at you with raised brows, waiting on bated breath to see what you were going to do. The music changes, giving you the last boost you needed. You turn around, placing your ass against Suguru while grabbing his hands, guiding them to your waist once more, and you start to follow the music.
You didn’t mean for it to be filthy, you really didn’t. At least that’s what you tell yourself.
It was too hard to resist the beat of the music so you decided to let your body do the talking for you. Quickly the two of you find a rhythm together, your bodies moving in tandem. Suguru digs his fingers in your waist, keeping you pulled tight against him. You allow your eyes to flutter closed while you sing along with the music surrounding you, the vibrations of it filling your soul.
“This feels so good!” You speak over the music, telling Suguru.
“Hm, is that right?” He questions, guiding your hips back and forth.
The lowness of his voice crawls over your skin, sparking a match deep inside your stomach. You meant dancing felt good, but now that you thought about it, your bodies pressed together also felt amazing.
You throw a hand back, placing it on Suguru’s head, bringing him closer to you. Closer, you needed him closer. What the hell was in the drink you had? You were feeling unstoppable.
You grind your ass against him harder, noting the way his hands tighten around you. It sends a rush of excitement over you, only beckoning you to go further. You run your hands over his arms again, delighting in the rumble you feel come from his chest.
“Careful, baby.” Suguru warns, placing a slow kiss on your neck.
How could he tell you to be careful if he was going to tempt you further to the deep end?
“Or what?” You find yourself asking, looking over your shoulder.
Fuck.
You were treading on a thin line, and you knew it. His eyes are narrowed in on you, peeking at you from thin slits. He doesn’t look angry, he looks determined.
Suguru reaches down, curling his fingers underneath the hem of your dress. He doesn’t pull it up, he just slides his fingers across your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle you.
You lean forward slightly, pushing your ass out more against him. If he wanted to tease you, two could play at that game.
It felt like you were the only two ones on the dance floor. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, almost as if you had danced this way with him hundreds of times before. Your mind was dizzy, drunk on the feeling that sunk in your chest.
As you move, you’re able to feel something underneath you. You only have to glide back and forth several more times before you’re able to deduce what that something was. When you look over your shoulder you see Suguru looking down, his brows furrowed as he watches you grind against him.
It’s as if he can feel your gaze, because he’s flicking his eyes back up to you. Your stomach immediately drops once you’re caught, but you still delight in the look he’s giving you. A low pressure builds in your core.
He takes control, practically moving your body for you. You want to feel embarrassed, but you don’t. Not when you know that there’s probably twenty other couples doing the exact same thing.
You feel like you’re a patient person, never jumping the gun on hardly anything. But in this moment, right now, you’re desperate.
You turn around, wrapping your arms around him and yanking him down towards you. He instantly gets the hint, grazing his lips against yours. The two of you look into each other's eyes through heavy lids before you press your lips together.
Kissing Suguru was everything you thought it would be and more.
His lips tasted smoky like the whiskey he drank earlier on in the night. It suited him. You press your mouth against his harder, silently begging for more. No matter how urgent you felt, Suguru refused to cooperate. He moves on his own time, guiding his lips over yours while his hands trail down your back. It’s painful to wait, your body craving to taste him.
Suguru slips his tongue through his lips, grazing it against yours before you open your mouth. Fuck, was the room always this hot? Your tongue molds against his, heavy breaths being shared between you two. He slides his hand down your leg, hiking it up against his hip.
The new angle causes some friction against your core, leaving you reeling. If you didn’t have better self control, you might have just ripped your clothes off in the middle of the dance floor.
You moan against his lips, making him smile. His fingers grip your leg tightly, so tight you’re sure you would have bruises tomorrow morning.
His tongue easily follows yours, neither dominating or submissive. You didn’t care if anyone’s eyes were on the both of you. Suguru had you completely entranced. You were sure if he told you to do anything, you would do it.
You wrap your arms around his neck, reaching up to pull his hair tie out. You run your fingers through his silky hair, appreciating the way it flows through each digit. When his hair falls down, you’re able to get a whiff of his shampoo and probably conditioner (there was no way this man didn’t have a multistep routine). The scent was that of lavender and frankincense. It was calming, just like him.
Pulling back, you open your eyes to look at his face. He was so fucking handsome. Suguru’s lips follow yours, but you reel your head back even more, granting you just a sliver of space. How cute. His eyes flutter open to look down at you, as if offended you stopped kissing him.
His amber eyes cause your breathing to stumble, the intensity punching you in your gut.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you?” He asks, as if he already knows the answer.
“Why don’t you come find out?” You respond.
He stares at you for a moment longer, gaze calculating in the way he watches you. A pang of fear grips you, but it’s overshadowed by the alcohol in your system.
“Let’s get out of here.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. It’s not a question, it’s a statement. One he knows you’ll agree to.
Suguru pulls back, bringing his hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, behind your ear. He looks at you like you’re delicate china, something he wants to hold and protect.
Fuck, you really feel bad for not being able to tell him the truth about yourself…
You force yourself to snap out of it, too intent on enjoying this moment with Suguru. You place a quick kiss on his lips and tug him towards the exit.
How long has it been since you got laid?
The prospect of sex was rattling around your brain, making your mouth go dry. When you were dancing on Suguru you could tell he was big, and that fact only messed with you more. Could you take him? Something told you that he would make it fit.
Suguru slides his keys from his pockets, opening the car door for you once more. Part of you wasn’t even sure you’d be able to wait until you got home to have sex with him.
“Your house or mine?” You ask, out of breath from the anticipation.
“Mine’s closer.” He starts the ignition, holding his arm behind your seat to back out.
Of course he backs out like that.
Your fingers twitch in your lap with the need to hold him again. The idea of sitting on his lap while he drove was almost too tempting.
Suguru makes a series of turns until you’re waiting at a stop light, your stomach tingling.
“Suguru, how much l-“
Suguru turns around and grips your chin. He smashes his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off. You can’t help the squeal that falls from your lips at his action. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, making you raise a hand to grip his shirt.
“Be patient, little one.” Suguru murmurs, pulling back to look into your eyes.
You furrow your brows, seconds away from groaning. The red hue on his face changes to green and he’s moving back into place, pressing his foot on the gas.
Handfuls of nice apartment complexes pass by the car as you speed to his house, making you wonder just how rich he was. He said he was a freelancer, but you didn’t know of any freelancers who made this kind of money.
“We’re here.” He says, easing the car to a stop.
You lean forward to peer up at the building in front of you. It was incredible. It had to have been at least twenty stories, with glass paneling all around. You’re too busy gawking at the apartment to notice Suguru opening your door, waiting outside for you.
“Oh, sorry. This is really nice Suguru.” You mumble, taking his hand as you step out.
Your eyes are locked on the building as you get out, wondering what the inside looks like. It definitely had to be nicer than your place. You were starting to be glad that the two of you didn’t go to your apartment, you weren’t even sure you had picked the laundry up off the floor and here he was living lavishly.
Suguru tilts your head back to him, garnering your attention once more. He presses his lips against yours, trapping you against the car. His mouth was much more frenzied by now, as he pulled away to leave hot kisses down your neck, sinking his teeth in your throat softly.
You let out a quiet moan, which makes him grip you tighter. The two of you were beginning to gather attention, as you could feel the heat of people staring as they walked by.
“S-suguru.” You mumble, tugging his shirt.
He pulls back and looks down at you with feral eyes before stepping away. Suguru grips your hand, lacing his long fingers around yours while you follow him clumsily to the doors. He nods once to the front desk attendant before stopping in front of the elevators. Your body heat is steadily rising as you get closer to his apartment. His hand flexes around yours as the elevator slowly inches closer and closer to the bottom floor.
The second the doors open he’s dragging you inside, pressing you against the shiny walls. His lips are back on your throat in an instant, his hot breath caressing your neck as he nips you. The elevator was too small, the heat the two of you were emitting only circulating making you even more dizzy. You moan and dig your nails into his shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hips press into you, and you’re able to feel his hardness again.
Hell, if he wasn’t going to make it fit, then you were.
Beeps from the elevator fill the small room as you slowly crawl to the next floor. Your eyes are glued to the red numbers at the top, watching them get higher and higher.
Suguru sinks his teeth near your jugular and begins to suck, relishing in the groan you release. Your lips are slightly parted as you indulge in the sensation of his tongue working your neck. He was definitely going to leave hickeys, but you didn’t care. You bring your hand down and graze his crotch, brushing past his hard cock. Suguru takes in a quick breath, his fingers digging harder into you.
The elevator beeps once more before you’re at floor twenty, the doors slowly opening.
“Suguru-“
He pulls away and smashes his lips to yours before stepping away. The look in his eyes is a far cry from his appearance when you met him in that quiet bookstore.
You sink your teeth into your lip as he leads you down the hall, perfect white tiles lining the path as you go. The wetness between your legs was beginning to borderline on uncomfortable, and a throbbing sensation was shooting up from your core. Suguru stops in front of a door and rips his keys from his pocket, jamming them into the knob. Simultaneously he’s turning his head to kiss you again, finding the fact of being away from you unbearable. You hold the side of his face and stick your tongue out, tangling with his as the door opens and the two of you stumble inside.
“Oh, you’re home early.” A voice comes from inside the house.
Suguru pulls away from you and looks over his shoulder.
“Satoru, you said you wouldn’t be back until 11.”
…Satoru?
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Alright I did say I’d bring my infodumps and fantheying here to tumblr instead so lemme actually do this for once!!
Spoiler warning for Alrecchino’s animated short!
If you haven’t watched it yet, here’s the link!
Alright first things first! It looks like Clervie and Bulle Fruit girl were Alrecchino’s closest friends/sisters, which’s just so cute 🥺
From the visual storytelling and just how we saw Arle and Clervie together much more often than with Bulle Fruit girl, it also appears like Clervie was much much closer to Arlecchino, which’s so interesting!!
I love how Arlecchino is all about blacks, whites and occasional reds, she was always quiet and doing her own thing, and SHE HAD ACTUAL SHORT HAIR UNTIL RECENTLY ACTUALLY!!!! Gnc nation won!!!!
Anyway ahemmm LOL and Clervie was the opposite. A pink, outgoing girl, full of life and wonder for the world she lives in. Also, she was “girly” and wears dresses, while Arlecchino doesn’t seem fond of them (like me omggg)
Like, they’re literally opposites in everything, yet they were so close and so important to each other. Thinking about what comes next hurts my heart like nothing else just because of this.
Another thing I wanna bring up before we move on is: in this part, we learn that Arle’s deal with the black hand is indeed some kind of curse. And that’s probably why she was able to tell Furina’s also cursed, she had experience with one since birth after all
I LOVE THAT THEY HAD THEIR OWN PLUSHIES MADE IN THEIR IMAGE!!!! Arlecchino’s plushie is so cute!!! I wonder if she kept Clervie’s after all these years 🥺
In this part we also learn that their “mother” usually “argues” with her daughters, and for some reason Clervie has quite some injuries. From this, it’s not hard to assume she’s literally beating them up, which’s nasty.
A full grown woman beating up literal kids who cannot defend themselves? As a survivor of parental abuse, I felt this so hard, and I hate that hag so fucking much already.
This part I didn’t get at first, probably bc I didn’t pay attention to the beginning; when I watched it again, I caught it however. Their “mother” not only physically abused them but also made them battle each other to death.
Resulting in Arlecchino being the very one that killed Clervie, and potentially Bulle Fruit girl too.
Naturally, she was full of rage. I would be too, if I were in her shoes.
And that’s why I love her battle against “mother”. I didn’t take many screenshots because it’s a fast moving scene, but “mother”’s dialogue seems to hint that she’s the kind of mother that pretends to be caring and gentle but is actually cruel and ruthless in her actions. Which’s tbh the worst kind of mother probably.
Another detail that caught my eye was that Arlecchino was no match for her without her curse. But as soon as she released and embraced her curse, she not only defeated her “mother”, she blew up the entire building. Which’s epic as hell and I love that for her LOL
I find it interesting that Arlecchino was actually pretty close to becoming a criminal because of killing “mother”. Which’s so tragic when you think that she had already killed Fatui members before (Clervie and Bulle Fruit girl), but they weren’t ranked enough for it to be a big deal, like their deaths didn’t mean anything. But to Arlecchino they did… Aaaaanywayyyy.
For some reason I thought the Arlecchino title succession was much more automatic, like 1. Kill your parent 2. You’re now king. I think it’s because I’ve seen this in other shows before, but here she was taken to Snezhnaya to be judged by the Tsaritsa herself.
Luckily, the Tsaritsa not only pardoned her crimes but also promoted her to Arlecchino. Also I gotta say, her words… “My poor, mad, cursed Knave” hit me so hard. The Tsaritsa does seem to not be that cold and to empathize with her. Based of her tbh.
And at the end, we see a seemingly orphan child. At first I thought this was Freminet, but he has a more yellowish tone of eye color, so maybe this is a random kid?
Anyway, the thing that matters here is that Arlecchino says that she’ll be his strict and unfeeling “father”, which immediately stood out to me against her “mother”’s “kind and caring” approach.
Looks like she decided to be a “strict and unfeeling father” to not become like her own “mother”. This is so real of her tbh. I already knew the previous Knave was nasty, but with this animation it really hit home to me, as a survivor too.
I wanna pull her even more now LOL may all Arlecchino wanters become Arlecchino havers!!!!! I’m so excited!!!!
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virgin!yuuji NEEDS to be corrupted 😢 he’s nvr had s*x but he’s such a slut AND a quick learner !! but then he lowkey gets addicted to it 😞 oops
virgin!yuuji doesn’t fully grasp what he’s missing out on until you sink down on his cock for the first time. sure, he knew that sex would feel good—he watched more than his fair share of porn to hammer that fact home. but he didn’t know that it would feel unlike anything else he had ever experienced before; the fleshlight he keeps hidden in his nightstand comes nowhere close to your soft, wet cunt. and that thing wasn’t cheap. the way you squeeze around him? he wouldn’t mind dying like this, buried inside of an angel, his final breaths swallowed by your lips and teased out by your tongue. what he lacks in experience he more than makes up for in eagerness and stamina (his refractory period is nonexistent). he wants his first time to be memorable for you, too. and fuck does he catch on quickly. after you ride him and milk him for all he’s worth, he excitedly rambles about all the positions he wants to try: doggy, lotus, prone bone, full nelson—by the time he’s through, you’re both on the verge of losing consciousness, certain that this must be love.
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mind listens to that type of album where you’re supposed to listen to it without any breaks for the Full Experience without moving face down on his bed and whenever anyone interrupts him he gets very irrationally angry
Headcanon #502
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Hey GTC, I have always been such a fan of your Tumblr and your engagement with the fandom. However I must say that as of late, the questions you’re being asked most often are essentially variants of “Will X happen?” or “Will Y character do Z like in the book?” or even, “I’m noticing Theme A, will it continue in future chapters?”
A significant element of the fun that you’ve created for Lionheart readers is that we don’t know which elements and events of the JKR texts you’ll preserve untouched and which you’ll turn into the sixth and seventh year Lionheart storylines. I adore making my guesses to which parts of canon you’ll play with and which parts you’ll completely and utterly upend. Unfortunately, questions that ask about canon events in books 5-7 ruin so much of the fun.
Historically, you’ve used the Ask box to provide us with analyses of your own work and characterizations, but I feel as if recently you are often indulging questions about books 5, 6, and 7. I hate to say it, but I even feel that your answers veer into spoiler territory. I used to lurk your Tumblr incessantly, but since I’ve started to see this influx in predictive questions these past couple weeks, I’ve been avoiding the app.
It’s such a gift that we get to engage with your work on such a vibrant epistolary and interactive space as your Tumblr. I know that you can’t control what fans ask, but I humbly request that you please consider refusing to answer questions that ask you to ponder future events. Thank you for your tender care to everyone in the fandom. ❤️🔥🦁🧡
Hey, what's up, dude. I hear you. Sorry about that.
The problem is that the line between spoilers and not spoilers is totally subjective, and the line between "spoilers that are fine" and "spoilers that bother me" is also totally subjective. I don't know where you are on it, but we probably don't line up, and that's okay. I just don't know how I'd begin to sort out questions that one person considers "too much" from what someone else just thinks is fun analysis. My hard rules are as follows: I don't answer any questions about future ships, events, or arcs (and I get a lot). I haven't revealed anything that I would be unhappy to discover in a Tumblr askbox instead of a fic itself. True, I've dropped teaser/trailer stuff for 6 and 7, but to be honest, even looking over the stuff I've posted recently — I hate to say it, but I disagree with you. It isn't spoilers. Not to me, anyway.
But that's just me! There's no right or wrong answer here, it's just a coordination problem of how we can both cultivate social media experiences that make us happy. For instance: I like answering questions about my fic. It makes me happy to talk to people who want to know what happens. It encourages me and gets me excited to write about it, and I don't believe that any of the content on my Tumblr spoils what's going to happen. I don't really want to stop doing that, so I'm not going to. If that means you and other readers whose spoiler thresholds are below mine can't engage with my Tumblr, that's a natural consequence of us having different attitudes about media, and it was bound to happen. I'm sorry that that's the case, but it would bring me much more grief for you to injure your reading experience than it would for you to avoid my (largely irrelevant) e-journal full of random metatext. I love my fic, and I love my readers, you most certainly included; I do not, candidly speaking, love my Tumblr account. And for what it's worth, I absolutely do not think anything I've written on here is worth diminishing your experience of a story you enjoy. It wouldn't jive with my philosophy of literature and art.
So here's what I got: I'll continue tagging spoilers about past and current events as [#lionheart spoilers], and if a question makes reference to events not published, I'll use the tag [#prognosticating]. That way you can block the tag, and other readers can enjoy content that fits under their threshold of non-spoilerism. If our thresholds still don't line up, then I think the only solution may really be to block the [#lionheart spoilers] tag altogether. That's probably not the answer you're looking for, but it's the best I can do.
#greenteacup asks#I am doing the best I can#it's hard to get questions about what's going to happen because I do try to give tidbits if i can't answer the main point#just so people will have something? but it's rough to know I'm disappointing people on both sides#as is inevitable really. those who want to know more and want to know less. you will never make everyone happy#but also— if a creator isn't writing stuff you want to read#I suspect you already know at some level the answer just has to be that you stop reading#I sometimes debate if having a Tumblr is worth the stress of trying to manage an internet presence#I generally think it is
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𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤
pair: Lord Astarion x female! vampire/tiefling !reader
tags: no y/n is used, rating - e, smut, predator/prey, vampiric shapeshifting, chasing, fear play, non-consensual blood brinking, compulsion, light bondage, dubcon, knifeplay, praise kink, asphyxiation, mild degradation, begging, object insertion, cunnilingus, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal fingering, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, grinding, overstimulation, PiV, face-fucking, cum swallowing, blood drinking, plot what plot
summary: it was supposed to be just a little game: you run, he chases. fun, innocent, maybe a little childish. but as you rush through the forest, doubt starts nagging at you and fear begins to grip you. what if this not a game anymore, not to Astarion anyway? unsure of what happens when he finally catches up with you, you run - you run as if your life depends on it.
word count: 8,096
a/n: a gift fic written as reward for winning the raffle that i ran on this blog to celebrate the follower count! hope the wait was worth it and thank you for supporting my work ♡~ and as always - please enjoy♡
for @eldritch-rat ♡ congratulations on winning!
The night is cold but you barely feel it as you rush among the trees. From time to time you stop, craning your neck to look behind you, your eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of him. You agreed to play this little game and you had your fun so far, rushing through the forest, not knowing when he might catch you. It started as innocent fun. Catch me if you can, you told him before your feet quickly took you through the brush, weaving the flora of the forest you two settled nearby couple days ago.
You wanted to travel, so you travel, with Astarion by your side making sure that you experience the very best your new lives have in stock for you. Days and nights alike are filled with all the flavors and joys Faerûn has to offer even while you’re on the road, but nothing brings you greater joy than knowing you belong to your lover.
Still, you begin to wonder if you ran too fast or too far for him to catch up, but surely for a Vampire Ascendant it is not troublesome to find his ‘lost’ consort? You stop by a tree, placing your hand on a rough texture of it and turn to look over your shoulder, seeing just tree trunks and faint wisps of fog. Your eyes sweep over the area in a different direction but still nothing. Nothing at all stands out and you frown, pressing your lips into a thin line, wondering where Astarion could be. Why you don’t hear any footsteps, why you don’t hear him calling for you? It was supposed to be fun, he was supposed to catch you quickly, so why he’s nowhere to be seen?
You exhale slowly, listening best to your ability but you can’t hear even a single dry branch break, the forest is silent as a grave and a nagging thought gets into your head – what if he just let you run without actually following? You flush at the idea of embarrassing yourself like this but you’re determined to keep going, because you are sure Astarion wouldn’t do that to you. And least of all he wouldn’t let you wander too far from him, not when you’re still so new as a vampire. Neither of you have figured out your full abilities yet and Astarion is adamant on keeping you close as much as possible. No, he wouldn’t let you just run off into strange woods without making sure that you won’t end up in trouble.
With renewed determination you turn your eyes in front of you and begin walking, slower this time instead of running, listening for any sound that could reach your ears while your tail remains just as tense as the rest of your body. Your eyes keep looking, searching the darkness but you only can see this far without any additional aid of torch or a lantern.
It takes you a while to notice that the fog is getting thicker, heavier and you begin to wonder if you should head back. How long this has been going on for? Half an hour? An hour? With no Astarion in sight you’re feeling bored and slightly annoyed. He’s probably enjoying himself watching you wander aimlessly and try to avoid him when you’re not even sure he’s here.
Wait, what is this fog? You realize it feels strange. Yes, it’s obscuring your view but why you don’t feel any humidity on your skin from it. You stop again, moving your hand through the thin slivers in front of you as if that could help you determine the nature of it.
And then you hear something – a flutter of wings. Your head snaps in a perceived direction of the sound but you’re not sure if it’s the correct one. Still, your body tenses even more, your tail stiffens and your spine bends forwards just enough to make sure you can sprint if you need to. Again, the sound of wings, another direction, as if an owl or a crow is flying from tree to tree, and you realize that in the stillness of the forest it can only be Astarion.
Can it be him? He can’t control his powers fully yet, some things he can do just as you can, climb the ceilings, call upon wolves, but changing shapes is something neither of you yet truly mastered. Still, somehow you know it can only be him so you let your feet take you. You rush forwards, your eyes focused on the dark so that you don’t trip, so that your clothes don’t get snagged on low branches or bramble.
You run.
And not only because it’s a game you started, but because you are not sure if it’s a game anymore. You doubt that Astarion would seriously hurt you, but you have seen his anger, his rages, when something upsets him and the glee in his face when he takes those who offend him down, slowly and carefully, to make sure that they feel every single thing done to them. You haven’t been on the receiving end of those moments of fury, but who’s to say if he’s not angry now? Who’s to say that you, possibly evading him for so long, didn’t frustrate him just enough for him to desire to teach you a lesson, and not a fun kind.
Your jaw clenches as you move among the trees, trying to be silent but every step sounds like a thunder strike in your ears. Sweat slowly begins to coat your forehead and you keep hearing the sound of wings behind you, closer and closer, all the while the fog is making it more difficult for you to be fast, slowing you down near to a strolling pace. You stop again, look back, but you can’t see much at all anymore, the mist is just too thick, too dense to peer through even with your vampiric vision. You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants and try to listen rather than see, but again you achieve nothing.
No, you have to keep going, because at this point you’re not sure what to expect if Astarion catches up with you. An unfamiliar fear grips at your chest, the unpleasant kind. You don’t want to be scared of your lover and your master, you never had a reason before tonight, and yet…
You turn and run again, this time not caring if your shirt gets caught on bushes, not caring that you nearly fall after you trip over a root. You run, your own head telling you to panic, to go faster, to go farther, your logic leaves you as you make your way unaware of even the direction you’re heading to. You swallow hard with every second step, as the sound of wings gets closer yet again. You stop for just a moment when you hear it right behind you, and when you turn back with your face upturned, you see a giant bat clinging to a tree trunk, wings splayed, eyes glowing red, sharp teeth baren. A snarl-like sound escapes the beast and you gasp, scared like never before. This is not a game anymore.
With a frightened yelp you turn and run off, your lips parted as you gasp for air, forgetting even such a simple fact as your nonexistent need to actually do so. Your mind slips back to your mortal days, when you were weaker and so much more vulnerable, and your panicked brain even recreates a quickly drumming heart in your ears even if your actual one remains still.
Somehow this chase makes you forget that you’re a vampire. Once again you’re a mortal tiefling girl scared for her life. Once again you’re powerless, before you turned away from gods and signed a pact that tied you to an entity which granted you tools to be a mistress of your own fate. No, you’re not the woman you were just couple hours ago, this chase stripped you of your present and reduced you to something barely above a chased animal. A prey to a predator of unimaginable powers.
Your own breathing is all you can hear and then you stop in your track, nearly slipping on the mossy ground when the giant bat lands right in front of you. It’s so huge it towers and you lift your face to look at the bloody muzzle of the beast, realizing he caught something else before he caught you.
Wisps of magic wrap around the massive body and the transformation is instantaneous. Astarion stands before you, a grin on his lips, blood painting his chin and he wipes it off with the back of his hand.
“Did you really think you could escape me?” his voice is low, resembling the growl you heard him emanate just earlier while he was turned into that monstrous creature. Your eyes are wide as you stare into his glowing crimson irises.
You watch Astarion lick at the blood on his hand, his eyes not leaving yours and fear like a collar snaps around your throat. Every muscle in your body tightens and you turn on your heel, darting off. Behind you hear a laugh, mist muffling the echo bounding off the trees.
“Darling, you’re just not fast enough!” he shouts after you but you barely listen as you run, arms pumping, knees rising and falling. A branch catches left side of your face but you don’t even feel the sharp sting of it slicing through your skin. All you hear is footsteps, chasing after you.
Darting among the trees you try to escape and your brain shrinks to pure instinct, pure terror. You feel fingertips graze the tip of your tail and you snatch it away immediately with a shriek. Astarion’s laughter again, so close behind you and then the back of your shirt gets caught. He yanks you backwards and two top buttons rip at the strength of the pull. You shout again and your arms flail, desperately seeking for purchase, for anything to grab onto.
Suddenly, you feel the icy pierce of his fangs right into your cowl muscle, making your whole arm go numb near instantly. You cry out, trying to pry yourself away from him, feeling the blood being drawn out of your veins and then it’s over. Not even a flick of a tongue over your wounds as Astarion pulls back just as quickly as he descended upon your flesh.
Your talons scrape the side of a tree leaving deep gashes but offering no help in your struggle when Astarion begins dragging you backwards, making you stumble and loudly pant as you try to escape.
“Let go! Please!” you cry out and Astarion laughs, not stopping. The fog seems as thick as ever and you know that no one will hear you scream in these woods tonight.
“Little love, I can’t believe you think me so merciful.” vampire chuckles and you whine in your hopelessness, then scream when with another powerful tug he sends you flying backwards onto the mossy ground.
The landing pushes air out of your lungs and once you open your eyes you see your lover, your Lord, your Master, standing above you, a smirk on his lips, a trickle of blood down his chin. Your blood. He sticks out the tip of his tongue and drags it over his upper lip, scarlet eyes taking in your splayed figure in front of him, your shirt barely clinging to you by a mere button or two. You don’t have anything underneath and your exposed nipples perk up at the chill of the night. That doesn’t go unnoticed by Astarion and yet the fear still grips you.
“It was a game, I swear!” you try to defend yourself and your earlier suggestion but Astarion just glances over at your face and steps closer, pushing your mind deeper into the panic.
You flip on your front and on all fours you begin crawling from him, choked gasps getting stuck in your throat as you try to scurry away but to no avail. Your shirt gets grabbed again and this time last buttons give up the fight. Astarion pulls at the fabric, making you rise from all fours to your knees as he pulls the shirt off you, your arms following direction of the clothing article that has lost its use. Your shoulders send a sharp jolt of pain to your brain and you squeak before you can stop yourself, then fall back down onto your palms once your arms leave the sleeves.
Without a glance back you try to crawl away once more.
“Stop right there and look at me.” a command. It nails itself within your brain with stickiness of a spiderweb. You stop immediately with your face frozen in fear, you can’t move, you’re not allowed to. You always knew that Astarion has power over you, because he was the one to turn you, to make you his consort, his precious vampiric bride, but he never used his powers to compel you. Until now.
Your body follows his instruction, ignoring your attempts to resist it, and you move your head just enough to look over your shoulder while your lips tremble. Now you see a blade in Astarion’s hand, the edge of it looking menacingly sharp even in the darkness. He smiles the type of smile that spells danger, malice and pain. Tears gather in your eyes as you watch him begin to cut your already tattered shirt into strips. Astarion doesn’t look at you as he works, but he does speak.
“You wanted to play a game, darling. I’m surprised to see you’re not enjoying it much.” he muses with a voice that’s calm, relaxed, happy even. “Too bad though, because I’m going to have most fun whether you want it or not.” Astarion’s fingers collect the strips of your shirt in his palm and you feel his sanguine magic release you.
With a heavy exhale you whine and attempt to crawl again, but this time you’re slower, losing your energy to fight him, and you feel Astarion grab your tail, keeping you in place as he steps closer, leaning over you, to your ear.
“Don’t make this more difficult for yourself.” he whispers and your chest heaves a ragged breath before you stop breathing altogether as you feel the edge of his dagger press against your cheek. “Stay still while I do this unless you want to get hurt.” your Lord mutters and gives your ear a gentle kiss before pulling back entirely. “On your knees, darling.”
You raise from your hands, shakily finding your balance as you kneel, not daring to look at him. The tears in your eyes are still present as you tremble slightly while your mind conjures the horrors he could perform upon you. How far would Astarion go? Would he truly hurt you? You’ll learn tonight, you understand this with a sobering realization.
Astarion’s warm fingers proceed to tie your wrists together in silence and when that’s done he pushes you forwards, making you fall into the moss with the side of your face. You let out a sound but say nothing while your lover undoes the buttons of your pants and peels them off you with relative ease, one leg after another the moment your boots get tossed somewhere into the nearest bush.
“So beautiful.” Astarion hums to himself and you bite your lower lip when you feel him tie your ankles together, making it difficult for you to keep kneeling with your hips in the air. You use your tail for balance and receive a smack on your rear followed by a chuckle. “Stay still I said unless you want me to tie your tail to your horns, love.”
When he’s done binding your limbs, the Vampire Lord grabs the back of your neck and brings you upwards to your knees once more. He leans to your ear, then notices dried blood on your cheek where a branch cut you earlier and you feel his warm tongue caressing your cold skin where the scrape is, making your eyelids heavy.
“Astarion, I didn’t think-“
“Shh shh. No talking.” he croons and his fingers grip the back of your neck tighter while he presses his dagger to your throat. “I don’t want to break my precious toy but I will if I have to.” the menacing whisper makes a shiver travel down your spine right to the tip of your tail and you press your lips together. The blade grazes the underside of your jaw and you close your eyes, a single tear slipping down your cheek and you feel Astarion wipe it off with his thumb. “No tears, darling, they are unbefitting someone like you.” you only manage a small nod in response and feel flat steel of the dagger tap against your cheek. “Good girl.”
You whimper ever so slightly in response and the edge slides down your face, down your cheek, lower and onto your neck, pauses at your right breast, dangerously flicking your hard nipple and nearly cutting it, then down again, to your stomach, caressing the skin there with a dragon-like threat, making you unsure if he will go as far as to actually cut you. Your body responds with another shiver and you can’t help it, despite your fear your find yourself growing aroused. It starts small but the longer Astarion teases the tip of the blade on your stomach, circling it around your navel and grazing it over your pubis, the more wetness pools between your legs, threatening to begin seeping past your folds.
With a loud swallow you gently tremble when the cool steel travels across your stomach again and lower, then lower some more and your right inner thigh is caressed with the razorblade sharpness. The sting is unexpected and you hiss at the feeling, squeezing your eyelids harder, knowing that Astarion can smell your body reacting positively to his game. Suddenly your eyes snap open the moment you feel cold steel pressing between your folds. You nearly panic at the danger of being cut until you quickly realize that he’s using spine of the dagger. You whimper and bite down on your lip, trying not to make more sounds while Astarion slowly moves the blade between your folds, smearing shiny metal with your arousal. He does it so precisely that your swelling nub gets rubbed against the side of the blade and you have to fight yourself to remain silent.
“Such an easy whore you are.” Vampire Lord chuckles against your ear, his grip on your neck not relenting, but now slipping from the back of it to your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter with every slip of his blade against your sopping cunt. “Wet already, even if it’s just a blade.” he taunts and gives your ear a lick, making you gasp. “You’ll scream wonderfully for me tonight, you slut.”
You want to answer but realize you can’t. Astarion is squeezing your throat hard enough to prevent you from using your vocal cords, so you just move your jaw in futile exercise of what little physical agency you have while you’re at his mercy.
“Down, you greedy fucktoy.” vampire snarls and his blade leaves you, his fingers release your throat and you’re pushed face first into the moss again.
You turn your head, trying to peer at your lover over your shoulder with your rear high in the air and Astarion caresses your skin, runs his fingers alongside the base of your tail making your body shudder in response. You feel your own wetness stain your thighs, making you forget that your wrists and ankles are beginning to feel sensitive from your restraints.
“Astarion, please…” you gasp rather than use your voice and he leans to the side just enough to see your face, his eyebrow lifted curiously at you.
“Yes, my dearest pet?” he smirks arrogantly as he speaks and you lick your lips.
“Please, I need you.” you beg, trying to make your voice louder and struggling to do so. Your desire is overwhelming. He was never like this with you before and it’s driving you crazy. The fear and danger he combines so seamlessly while utilizing your own lust for him, a perfect blend of things you dreamed about but didn’t dare ask.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you? Would you speak up louder? I like my toy audible.” Astarion’s grin becomes sharper and you notice him toying with the dagger in his fingers. The sight makes you pause but you look into his eyes again and swallow.
“Please, my love, I need you.” your voice is louder now, clearer, and Astarion nods ever so slightly, something mischievous in his expression making you doubt your situation for a split second.
Vampire moves away from your field of vision, right behind you, and you feel his warm fingers trace along the seam of your cunt, painting his skin with your arousal, then you hear him inhale sharply.
“How lucky I am to have such an eager slut as my personal plaything.” he says and pauses for a moment as he teases you, making your stomach clench with expectation. “And since you asked me so nicely...”
You immediately realize that what Astarion begins pushing into your core is not his cock. You loudly gasp and whimper when the object is pushed deeper, the ridges of it making your head swim for a moment. The dagger. He’s using the handle of the dagger.
“Astarion…” you moan, unsure about the danger if he continues this but he just chuckles and grabs your tail with one hand, keeping you still. After another inch you feel his fingers that are holding the knife tightly by the grip, right at the crossguard, and you relax, letting your cunt swallow the hilt as deeply as Astarion can push it in. You move your tail and wrap it around the arm that he uses to steady you.
“You want this, don’t you?” vampire asks and you nod. “I thought so.” he chuckles and begins moving the dagger, textures and grooves of it immediately making your legs tremble and you moan, letting your eyelids close.
Astarion expertly drives the hilt into you again and again, faster with each thrust and harder, just the way you like it. You moan with every such invasion, saliva leaking out of your parted lips and getting soaked into the moss. You’re coming to your orgasm fast because the slightly bulbous pommel is rubbing against your most pleasurable spot. You try to speak your lovers name but all that comes out are first syllables of it, making him chuckle with satisfaction of your undoing administered by him.
“Cum for me, you whore.” Astarion’s voice is almost a growl as he demands your subjugation and you can’t disobey.
The tone of his voice and the pumps of the dagger are exactly the kind of last push you need and you cum. Your orgasm hits you hard and rips through you, making you cry out from the top of your lungs and then stealing your breath away just a moment later. Astarion moves the dagger until your screams fall to whimpers, then he pulls it out, making your cunt emphasize the absence with a wet sound, your arousal now easily dripping down your thighs and coating your skin.
You lie with your face on the ground and pant, gasping for air, your head swims and you shake, trying to collect pieces of your shattered self. But there’s no time for rest, no time for blissful relief as Astarion flips the dagger in his fingers and stabs the ground with it. The sound makes your eyes snap open and you feel yourself being turned, flipped on your back, your body pressing heavily on top of your tied hands.
“Oh… Astarion…” you gasp for air, wanting to tell your lover how good it felt but his face is decorated with a satisfied grin. He knows exactly how he made you feel just now and he’s not done.
“Only your screams tonight, darling toy.” he scolds nearly gently and you stop trying to speak, just attempt to get your breathing under control, then watch how his eyes sweep over your naked form while he kneels over your tied ankles.
He raises an eyebrow when his gaze lingers on your drenched core and then uses his hands to part your knees, giving himself a better look.
“I can’t believe how easy you are.” he taunts, making you feel slightly embarrassed but you say nothing, he instructed you to keep your words to yourself after all. Vampire’s fingers grip your shins now, stopping there to caress your skin for a moment, then he lifts your legs and places your bound ankles around his neck.
Your eyes slightly widen while Astarion’s fingertips explore your inner thighs and as he bends down you inhale in anticipation, then moan slightly the moment you feel his tongue fondle the cut on your skin he left just earlier. You clench your jaw at the mix of pain and pleasure of his ministrations to your wound and your arch your neck, feeling a shiver wash over your body.
“You always taste so sweet.” Astarion whispers against the cut and you let out a strained exhale, letting your back relax while your tail now finds a new point of purchase – his shin, and wrap tightly around it.
He grabs your hips now and leans in, making your thighs squish his head but Astarion does not care. His silver curls tickle your sensitive skin as he leans closer and press his tongue flatly against your cunt, drawing a moan out of you once more. He moves his warm appendage over your folds as if trying to lap up every single drop of you and you encourage his effort with softer mewls escaping your throat. Your back arches and your tail squeezes his leg harder the moment Astarion’s lips wrap around your clit and the tip of tongue begins flicking over it, up and down, down and up, in circles, again and again, making your head swim. You don’t even hear your own voice anymore, you’re lost in your gratification that’s coming to overwhelm you once more just like earlier.
You moan his name then get reduced to just cries of pleasure when your lover begins sucking on your clit, making your hips buck against his face and your thighs squeeze his head so hard your muscles tremble. You feel his fingers drag your hind back onto the moss, pinning it there so that he can continue his succor upon your throbbing clit and you fall into your bliss without resistance. Your pleasure overtakes you, your body trembles and squeezes while Astarion sucks on your sensitive nub right until you reach the point of pain. He stops then, not wanting to take you there, not just yet, and your body relaxes the moment his tongue retreats back into his mouth.
With a satisfied but tired moan you collapse onto the forest floor and feel Astarion part your legs, allowing him to raise his head. When you manage to open your eyes and glance down at him you see a smile and a predatory glint in his eyes.
He’s still not done with you.
“Good girl. You cum so fast for me, I appreciate that.” Astarion coos as he glances down at your drenched folds but this time the wetness comes from his saliva, the night air cooling your skin where his scorching mouth was just moments ago. “I still have not had my fun with you, I hope you noticed that.”
Your lover caresses your thighs and then lifts them again, now placing your bound ankles on his left shoulder and lifting your hips off the moss until you’re supporting your weight with just shoulder-blades. While Astarion looks you straight in the eyes he wraps one arm around your thighs, keeping you in place and making sure that you don’t slip, don’t lower your rear unless he permits so. His other hand wanders below you, his hot palm strokes your rear, his fingertips find your entrance and dip inside just for a moment before he pulls them out and drags them lower, smearing your juices and his saliva over your hole. Only thing you can do is wrap your tail around his thigh and cling to it for dear unlife.
You watch Astarion’s satisfied grin widen as he dips two fingers into your ass, feeling the tightness of it and obviously being satisfied by it.
“You know, my darling, that’s what I truly love about having you as my precious fucktoy. A vampire doesn’t have to worry about same things mortals do. I can use you however I wish and not worry about anything at all. Mortals are simply disgusting.” he laughs and you whimper because his fingers still work within you, slowly pumping in and out, preparing you for what’s to come. “Well, I mean vampires like you, love, because there are no other vampires like me.” a fitting boast and you nod slightly in agreement to him, making him smile softly at you. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” you nod again and he pushes his two digits into you right to the knuckles. “You will take me entirely, won’t you?” another nod before he continues his teasing questioning. “You like it when I fill your holes, don’t you?” Astarion smirks and you nod, beginning to squirm now, wanting more even though your last orgasm was mere minutes ago. “Very good girl.”
You let out a soft mewl of happiness at his words and smile back, gasping only when he pulls his fingers out of you. With the same hand he works laces of his pants, his sanguine gaze locked on your face, because he desires to see every single expression you have to offer. When you feel his heated, velvety tip nudge at your hole you slowly exhale and bite the tip of your tongue, watching face his too, loving every declaration of lust that you can see, meant only for you.
“Take it all, darling.” Astarion smirks and bites his lower lip as he begins pushing into you, claiming your body in ways only he is allowed to. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” he murmurs as his cock slides deeper and deeper, making you feel comfortably full and you gasp, releasing your tongue from your teeth. “Almost there, little love.” vampire coos in a soothing voice and when you moan louder he chuckles, right before you feel the warmth of his torso press against your rear and the back of your thighs. “So eager, I love that.”
He wraps his both arms around your legs now and begins moving. Slowly at first, letting you adjust to the sensation and depth of his cock buried deep in your ass, but you don’t need time, you already sigh blissfully at his every careful pump, making Astarion pick up his pace.
“What a beautiful sight you make, all just for me.” Astarion’s voice is a barely controlled snarl as he finally finds his own physical elation and he thrusts harder and harder, gripping your legs tighter, but only for a moment longer.
Soon one hand releases its grip, moving between your bodies, and fingers of it get shoved into your slick cunt. You gasp louder, looking at what he’s doing, unaware that you closed your eyes and enjoyed yourself just before he did this. You see a grin on Astarion’s face, his curls already sticking to his sweaty forehead and you notice near manic shine in his eyes as he pounds into you, harder and faster. His thumb finds your still very sensitive clit and begins to rub it, making you moan louder. Your fingers grasp at the moss, talons tearing at it as pain and pleasure clashes at your sensations.
“Astarion I don’t know-“
“I said no talking.” he quickly cuts you off and you bite your lip, silencing your words. “You will cum for me as many times as I tell you to.” a statement, not just wishful thinking, and you let your eyelids drop again as you relax, lean into the sensations as much as you can while your body reacts by tensing your muscles.
You whimper as your mind gets overwhelmed and you try to arch your back, but Astarion’s hand around your leg prevents you from moving, his cock plunges into your ass with reckless abandon, his fingers in your cunt curl and stroke and his thumb rubs your clit with feverish pace. Despite the painful sensation, your eruption nears again, you feel it spreading from between your legs and throughout your body, making you shake with the upcoming wave of mind-breaking climax. Astarion hears your fingers rip at the ground and he feels your ass clench his cock with such force he nearly cums early, but he holds you in place and with a low grunt accompanying every single one of his domineering slams against your body, he watches you writhe while you sink into the ocean of beatific crescendo.
All of your senses dull except for pleasure that coats your mind with fog not unlike the one surrounding you both. Your body arches and bends, your muscles tremble from tautness and you stiffen as your orgasm rips through you in wave after wave so hard that Astarion cannot thrust anymore. With his head thrown back and a cry of relief he cums too, unable to stop himself as his fingers dig into your flesh and hook into your cunt just to steady himself. You hear his moans, mixing with yours in the silence of the forest and in this moment - you exist just for him.
Eventually, after the aftershock of your rapture fades to near nothingness, your body relaxes at last and all at once, but Astarion’s grip on you is not enough to prevent your lower body slipping out of his hands and dropping onto the moss, making his fingers leave you and his cock pop out with a wet sound. He only manages to grasp onto your ankles so that at least your legs don’t slip off his shoulder and he lets out a breathy chuckle right as his eyes meet your dazed gaze.
“Darling.” is all Astarion manages to say and you offer him a weak, but satisfied smile while you both try to catch your breaths, try to calm down just a little before either of you can actually speak.
Unsurprisingly, your lover recovers faster. With his free hand he slides his palm over his sweaty curls, near slicking them back and he gently sets your feet on the ground as he eyes your exhausted form. You watch him grip the dagger and pull it out of the ground with one swift motion. You’re too dazed from your most recent orgasm that you don’t even have a chance to wonder what he’s going to do next. With one expert move your ankles become unbound and you exhale from relief because you didn’t realize how sore they were becoming, especially being propped up.
“That was incredible.” you speak with your voice coarse but Astarion gives you one glare and it makes you pause, while silencing you at the same time.
“We’re not done, my dearest pet, which means you don’t have permission to speak yet. Understood?” Astarion speaks while he parts your legs widely and you nod, now worrying about how long he still wants to keep going because you’re not sure if you can keep up. Everything about you feels sore already.
With a satisfied smirk your lover gets down to all fours and leans his head down, placing a kiss on your stomach, and another one just right above the first one. He makes his way up carefully, making sure that his lips leave a scorching trail across your skin as he stops by your breasts, giving one nipple a generous lap of his tongue, then the other one, and your body reacts, making fire in your abdomen begin to ignite hotter, like embers burning brighter at the gust of wind. You exhale with your lips parted as you watch Astarion’s kisses continue between your breasts, over your chest, across your neck and then he captures your face in a kiss so deep you mewl the moment his tongue pierces past your lips and teeth.
Astarion’s warm body descends slowly as you two kiss and it’s a sensation you never stopped loving. Once you were warm and he was cold, now this dynamic is reversed and both of you seem to be intoxicated by it, elevating your sensations to heights like never before. Still, when his cock begins slowly rubbing against your wet folds you flinch. It doesn’t go unnoticed and your lover pulls back from your lips, smirking at you as he lowers his upper body on his elbows, gently pressing his chest against yours.
“I know what you’re thinking, darling” Astarion whispers as his already hardening shaft keep teasingly rubbing against you, his hips moving in fluid motions. And then he maneuvers his cock in such a way that it presses firmly against your overstimulated clit, making you yelp and squirm at the painful sensation. “You’re thinking that you can’t take it anymore. So sore, so sensitive.” he taunts as he presses his dick harder against you, making you clench your teeth at how sweetly agonizing it feels. If he only gave you a minute or two to recover, if only he relented for a moment. “But don’t worry, my dearest pet, I know you can take it.” he pauses, enjoying your strained expression, your sweaty face, your clenched sharp teeth visible past your parted lips and he chuckles. “And if you can’t, you’ll learn to love it anyway.”
Astarion’s movements are slow, your arousal allows his cock to slide between your folds effortlessly, smoothly, and every single time he pushes his shaft upwards, his velvety tip nudges at your clit right before the rest of his length drags over it, prolonging the sensation. Your tail moves again and finds his ankle, wrapping tightly around it as you arch your spine underneath him.
Your eyes close as you try to bear with the pain, your legs trembling and squeezing his hips, trying to stop him to no avail. You hear yourself make strained sounds of discomfort and you arch your neck, beginning to shake with your whole body. It’s so much, too much, you’re about to scream but then Astarion’s lips press to your collarbone, trailing kisses on the underside of your jaw and your body begins to relax. Your tortured clit overcomes the aching stimuli and starts sending sensations of pleasure at last. You gasp, louder and louder as your lover’s cock keeps grinding against you, faster now.
“Come on, my pretty little slut, cum for me. I know you can.” Astarion purrs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin and your fingers grip at the moss underneath you, your wrists now screaming from pain but you barely register that.
You moan and just as your body began to relax it starts tensing again, preparing for yet another orgasm. It’s pleasure but the pain is still present as your clit throbs against Astarion’s dick with delicious dedication to yield under his demands. You gasp for words, but he quickly moves his right hand and inserts two fingers into your open mouth.
“Not a word.” he reminds you as you climb your pleasure faster now. Your tongue moves around his fingers, tasting yourself from earlier and you give in, just like you always do.
You whine, it’s so much, almost too much, but you cannot stop the inevitable and you feel Astarion press his body against yours, making sure that you don’t move too much while he takes you closer and closer to your pinnacle. You’re almost there, so close that your mind begins to blur. And then it stops.
Gasping and trembling you open your eyes to look at Astarion and see his clouded from lust expression.
“Fuck.” he growls and a moment later you cry out when his cock plunge deep within you. You smile at that and bite your lip down the moment his fingers leave your mouth to find additional purchase on the ground near your shoulder. “You’re too sweet.” his eyes flick to you and you nod to him, making him grin. “Such a good pet.”
With that Astarion begins to thrust and you move your legs, locking your ankles on the small of his back right before he graces you with a wet, sloppy kiss. His moans sound delicious in your ears and you mewl too, feeling him thrust hard and fast as if his unlife depends on it. Soon the kiss breaks, he presses his sweaty forehead against your cheek while he grunts louder, his pelvis rubbing against your clit, bringing you once again to the edge of yet another climax.
“I can’t hold back-“ you choke out and before he can even respond you reach your limit, screaming for him once again, your body tensing and clenching around him, your cunt trying to milk him for all he’s worth, but Astarion just swears under his breath, pumping himself into you only for as long as it takes you to ride out your pleasure.
You collapse under him, gasping for air like never before and you can’t even open your eyes, barely comprehending what happened, barely grasping onto your sense of self, it threatens to leave you as your clit and cunt throb with pain and pleasure.
“You didn’t wait for my command, pet.” Astarion’s voice is a ragged whisper and you manage to open your eyes, seeing his grin but with an edge of danger. You disobeyed and he does not appreciate it, even if it was he who pushed you to such limit where you couldn’t help it anymore.
Without another word Vampire Lord pushes himself from you, pulling out of you and stopping for a moment to caress your swollen, sensitive folds, brushing his thumb against your clit and sending a painful jolt down your spine that you accompany with a painful cry.
“There, there. No more of that, you served your use well.” he pulls his hand away and moves your legs apart, releasing himself from your locked ankles.
Carefully he moves your tail away as well, then with one easy pull he hauls your body and flips you over. With a grip on your neck he pulls you upwards, making sure that you’re steadily kneeling before you watch him advance around you until he’s right in front of you, his still hard cock glistening from your arousal. You hungrily eye his glorious form and let your jaw become slack.
“Such a good girl, already know what to do.” Astarion comments with a satisfied smile on his face and while gripping the base of his cock, he guides it into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him once again.
Your eyes meet his as he pushes his length deeper and deeper until you gag ever so slightly, then he stops, releasing it from his grip.
“There there, let’s not make you uncomfortable.” he croons and you smile ever so slightly even though he cannot see it with your lips wrapped around his cock.
You notice him lifting his hands and a moment later you feel Astarion gripping your horns, firmly holding your head in place. Then he shoves his cock deep into your mouth, making your eyes widen from shock and your throat spasms from sudden invasion.
“Come on now, you know how to take it.” Astarion hums arrogantly while he holds his cock in your throat, feeling it contract around the tip of him, and he sighs dreamily.
Your eyes water but you blink it away while your tongue moves around his shaft in vain attempt to alleviate your discomfort. Still, you do listen to him and you lift your gaze, relaxing your throat, stopping your breathing and waiting now as you let your tongue lie flat under his cock.
“There we go, you are such a darling.” Astarion praises and begins moving his hips against your face while still gripping your horns.
He fucks your mouth with increasing speed. He was already close before you came around his dick just earlier and now it’s his turn to get what’s owed to him. With a smirk he moves his hips faster, stronger, snapping them against your face with increasing fervor, the tip of his cock rubbing deep in the back of your throat. Your mouth salivates in response, pooling around your lower teeth and then spilling past your lips while you keep your tongue still and slightly propped, giving him even more pleasurable sensation.
“What a wonderful creature you are.” Astarion’s voice is breaking and it’s labored as he keeps satisfying himself with your mouth, his words strained when he speaks between his groans. “Filthy little whore and my precious regal consort in one. I am pleased.” he praises and you study his face, watch it becoming more and more colored in shades of lust and pride, mixed with his rapidly approaching orgasm. “You’re so good…”
This is the last thing Astarion manages to say before he moans and pulls your head by your horns, impaling your mouth over his cock as he climaxes, spilling his cum down your throat in twitching spurts while his loud moans fill your ears. You greedily swallow every last drop while he holds your face in place, pressed firmly against his skin and with a final spasm of his length, Astarion exhales with clear satisfaction.
Carefully he pulls your head away and you wrap your lips firmly around his shaft as it begins traveling backwards, being pulled out of your mouth. As the tip leaves your lips and you lick them, watching Astarion’s sweaty face and glazed-over eyes, you know you did well.
“Darling, you are magnificent.” he chuckles with happiness and lets go of your horns.
You notice his legs wavering as he walks from you, grabbing the dagger again and this time leaning in to cut the binds on your wrists. You immediately pull them to yourself and rub sore joints, but Astarion gently grips your jaw and turns your face upwards so that he can press his lips against yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you mewl ever so slightly before he pulls back with a grin.
“Nothing tastes better than tasting myself on your lips.” he chuckles and you smile. Your body is exhausted, sore and you sit on the moss, finally noticing that the fog is gone.
“Was it your doing?” you ask as you raise your eyes to Astarion and he approaches, sitting on the ground as well with his back against a tree, then he pulls you into his lap. Your tail moves with joy and you know he sees it, yet you have nothing to hide.
“Yes.” he says proudly and you press your naked chest against him, gripping his shoulders while you grin and begin kissing his neck slowly, your tail finding his leg once again and affectionately wrapping around it.
“You hid it. Just like the bat form.” you say between kisses and Astarion puts his arms around you, letting you taste his sweaty skin with your tongue. He even leans his head back with a sigh of delight.
“I like to surprise you whenever I can.” he strokes your back in lazy movements. “You did well tonight, my love. You’re such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward.” you pause at his words and turn your face so that you can look at the left side of his own, one crimson eye meets your gaze. “Go ahead, darling, you deserved it.” he smiles and you smile back, then put your face to his neck once more, but instead of offering kisses, this time you part your jaw and sink your fangs into his flesh, eliciting a moan out of his throat once more.
“Such a good girl…” Astarion sighs, sounding absolutely content. You happily squeeze his leg with your tail in return, because you will never get tired of hearing that.
Ever.
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Obsessed with girl Daniel, definitely need to read max ruining her 😜
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Girl!Dan | Girl!Dan Pt 2
The car ride was tense, Daniel leaned into Max’s space, their shoulders touching. Max’s large hand rested proprietarily on her thigh, fingers shifting lightly against the thin fabric covering her soft flesh.
Daniel wondered if Max could feel her heart pounding through her leg. They didn’t talk– there wasn’t much to talk about really. Nothing for their driver to overhear.
Max leaned over as if to whisper something into Daniel’s ear, her breath stilled as she waited.
“You really do look lovely tonight.” Max whispered, his breathy words filtering through the wall of her curls and into her ear. “I hope they’re not expecting them back.” Daniel’s tongue darted to wet her still glossy lips and she shuddered an exhale.
“I’d joked with Kelly that I might stain them…I don’t think this is what we had in mind then.” Daniel was impressed that her mouth worked.
“I think that will be the least of your worries.” Max pulled back just as the car stopped at the curb of their hotel. Daniel swallowed thickly, the scent of Max’s cologne clogging her throat.
They managed to get through the lobby and into the elevator without molestation. Inside the lift was a completely different story.
Max pressed the button for his floor and crowded Daniel against the wall immediately. He pressed his nose into the column of her beautiful neck, doing what he’d always wanted to do– for years now. His tongue dragged a wet path from her clavicle to behind her ear and Daniel shuddered beneath him.
Max’s hand slid down the exposed skin of Daniel's back to squeeze the roundness of her ass. Daniel’s clutch clattered to the floor from her lax grip.
Max grinned against her neck and kissed a cluster of beauty marks before pulling back and giving Daniel some space to breathe. He knelt to pick up her bag– dragging his hand across her hip and thigh. Daniel’s mouth felt like an arid desert. She felt like she’d never had a drink of water in her life. Looking down at Max kneeling before her she idly wondered if there was enough stretch in her pants to throw her legs over Max’s shoulders from now.
“You’re thinking naughty thoughts.” Max teased, standing to his full height with a smirk. Daniel’s eyes widened in shock before they narrowed at him. Of course she was thinking naughty thoughts– what other thoughts are there right now?
“My bad, lemme just consider the apex at Turn 7 real quick.” Daniel quipped, flushing even as Max laughed. The elevator dinged and the door opened to an empty hallway. Max grabbed Daniel’s hand and led the way.
In his room, Daniel felt like she was having an out of body experience. The air felt charged with pressure– they were really going to do this? She was really going to get this, with Max? She bit her lip and watched as he walked further into the room and threw her bag on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked, pausing midway taking off his jacket. Daniel looked at him and swooned, with his rugged beard, kissable lips and bright blue eyes– filled with concern for her.
She wanted this– so much– and if it would only be for tonight, she was going to have him. Have Max as hers.
“Nothing.” She murmured with a small smile as the ac kicked on. She reached under the front of her shirt and peeled the pasties off her pebbling nipples. Only the shiver when the cold metal eyelets brushed her sensitive skin. Max watched her curiously, throwing his jacket carelessly to the side to keep her in his sights.
Daniel felt bolstered, felt that sexy feeling again. She was who Max wanted tonight, who he held throughout the rest of the party, whose ear he whispered jokes in. He wanted her and she wanted him– badly. Without another thought, Daniel reached behind her for the clasp of her top at the nape of her neck. With a flick of her fingers, the metal eyelets that held her modesty for the entire night slackened and fell.
Max bit his lip, mouth watering. Daniel’s caramel coloured nipples called to him and he crossed the room without thought.
Daniel was beautiful, Max thought, standing there topless and waiting for him. His hands rested on her hips and his lips descended on hers immediately. The gloss on her lips was sticky but he quickly forgot the feel the moment her tongue licked into his mouth.
Daniel felt like Max’s hands were branding her skin. His big palms made her waist feel tinier than it was. She felt delicate, soft. Things she didn’t normally feel due to being a racer for all her life. She moaned against Max’s lips then squealed when he lifted her up carelessly.
Max grinned and threw her on the bed and Daniel watched through the haze of her hair as he knelt on the bed to crouch over her. She’d never been more turned on in her life.
Max’s lips felt heavenly on her tits. She arched up beneath him, clenching her fingers in his hair. Her hips moved impotently, rutting upwards to nothing, until Max pressed her into the bed with a hand.
Her hand scrambled for the side zipper of her pants, wanting the offending fabric to be gone so she could feel the heat of Max’s bare skin against hers. She felt when Max’s lips pulled into a grin against a pebbled nipple and feared he would tease her more. But thankfully he didn’t, taking in her eagerness to yank the skin tight fabric down her long legs.
Max groaned when her entire thigh tattoo was revealed to him. Like a statue being unveiled for the first time. He dove between Daniel’s legs, nestling his face near the soaked panties at the apex of her thighs, only to turn his lips to the boxer. Max licked the inked skin slowly, mouthing at his treat like it was a long awaited cheat day.
Daniel felt like she was about to implode. She was so so horny, so ready to just wrap her legs around Max’s head and force him to eat her out. He was teasing her and she was going to die. Letting the impulsive thoughts win, she clenched her thighs against his head and moaned at the press of his skin against her pussy lips.
“Always so impatient, Daniel.” Max mouthed against the crotch of her barely there panties, and Daniel shivered.
“Want you, Maxy.” Daniel rolled her hips and her legs flopped open like a flower when Max licked her over her panties.
Max pressed the flat of his tongue along the wet lace and smiled to himself when Daniel’s legs quivered. He hooked her panties to the side and licked his lips at the treasure that greeted him. With his other hand he pressed the whorls of his fingerprint to the small tattoo in the crease of her bikini line that he hadn’t even known was there. It was a small wave, one unbroken line.
“Max!” Daniel complained and his discovery was immediately forgotten.
Daniel moaned out one raspy sound after another while Max licked what felt like every single part of her pussy. He ate her out as if she was his last ever meal on earth and wanted to get the full nutritional value.
Her legs fought for purchase on the sheets while he licked at her clit in quick strokes. Her hips rutted on their own, finding just the right pressure against his tongue. Daniel’s face was a show of concentration as the shocks of pleasure zinged through her body. She grasped and released the sheets rhythmically, throwing her head backwards.
Max watched her, as she took her pleasure off of his tongue. She was frantic now, thrashing and moaning as her hips stuttered their rhythm. Flattening his tongue, he increased the pressure against her swollen button, feeling the immediate reaction of her stiffening beneath him before shuddering uncontrollably.
“Fuuuuuucccck fucck aahhh.” Daniel moaned a warbled sound as her back arched off of the bed. Max continued to lick her greedily, extending the overwhelming orgasm while fingering and caressing her g spot from within.
Daniel sagged against the bed, blearily watching Max stand and shuck his pants down his thick thighs. She felt loopy, high as hell. That was the most intense orgasm she’d had in a while and fuck if she didn’t want more of them from Max.
He kicked the tangled mess of fabric to the side and Daniel scrambled to meet him at the edge of the bed, throwing her hands around his shoulders and pressing their lips together. His face was wet, evidenced by how thoroughly he’d eaten her out. She groaned against him, when his muscled arm pulled her close to his body. Every molecule of her skin was trying to devour him, to pull him into her body so they wouldn’t ever be apart again.
He was so fucking sexy, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Did want to get enough of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her cut against his hard dick still hidden away in his boxers. She hadn’t really given him the opportunity to strip, and she was regretting being so impatient. Only a little.
Using her momentum and a little bit of mma training, she managed to flip him onto the bed. His breathless, scrunchy eyed laugh was her reward, the feeling settled in her chest warmly. His hands settled on her hips as he looked up at her softly and Daniel flicked her tangled hair backwards, hoping he liked what he saw.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Max murmured, as if hearing her thoughts. Daniel rolled her hips in response. She surged down to kiss him, grinding against him while they made out. She felt dizzy with want, was going to fucking burn out of her skin like a corona but she still wanted to feel everything.
She kissed her way down his body, nipping at his puffy nipples and each of his washboard abs. His breathy groans emboldened her to go lower each time. She licked and kissed his belly button before hooking and dragging his boxers off of his dick. It slapped forward obscenely and her mouth watered.
“Daniel!” Max panted as she licked a long stripe down the underside. She laved her tongue as if spelling her name, branding him as hers while he shivered beneath her. She sucked him off like a pro, like she wanted him to never forget her. His fingers tangling in her hair told her she could check off that box.
She licked long stripes from his tip to his hole, swirling her tongue in his wiry hair. Max groaned beneath her, hips rutting up into the circle of her fist.
“Fuck.” Daniel whispered, kissing back up to Max’s chest. She straddled him, making a show of hooking her thong to the side, just the way he had earlier. She lined herself up and sunk onto his dick, inch by gratifying inch. Max’s fingers clenched on her skin and he groaned when she eased herself up again.
She felt so fucking good and Max wondered if there was any truth to the old wives tales about sex creating soul bonds because he was forever changed in this moment.
Daniel’s thighs flexed as she rode him, finding the perfect rhythm that pulled moans from both their lips. She fell forward to kiss Max, her hair making a curtain around them as honey met cerulean.
Max grabbed her ass cheeks and held her in place while he speared upwards into her weeping cunt. He watched as her mouth dropped open at the shock of pleasure before her eyes fluttered closed in orgasm. It was fucking lovely.
Flipping them, she barely flopped onto the bed before he was throwing a thigh over his elbow and thrusting with a new purpose. Daniel keened beneath him when his thumb found her swollen clit. She felt full, overstimulated and she was fucking coming again.
Max watched as her fingers stopped clenching the sheets and started opening and closing rhythmically in what looked like failed attempts at signals. He bit his lip to hold his grin, slowing down his pace just a little to take her off the brink again. She inhaled a gasping sound and his grin broke free at the absolute wrecked expression on her face.
“You good down there?” He teased and she flipped him off before brushing her hair out of her face. “Fuck, I just want to fuck you all day.” Max rolled his lips and Daniel moaned.
He clenched her thigh, fingers digging into the envelope, and pulled out quickly. Daniel whined and Max smirked before he flipped her onto her stomach. She scrambled onto her knees, widening her thighs invitingly. Max ran a finger down her puffy pussy lips, she shivered at the light touch to her over sensitive body.
He kissed her lower lips, smearing her wetness further, and licked into her as if it was her mouth. She was so wet for him, so delectable.
“Max.” She whined and he pecked another kiss to her cunt before slapping her ass. He watched the redness bloom as she wiggled the pert muscle. He fucked into her, groaning at the wet tight fit on his cock. She moaned beneath him and pressed backwards at the full feeling.
Max rolled his hips before pulling out and thrusting in again, watching the muscles of her back clench and spasm as she reached for the pillows at the head of the bed. He grabbed her wide hips, fingering the thin elastic waistband of her thong and fucked into her with abandon. Daniel screamed into the sheets and Max felt the pleasure threading up his spine.
He reached under her and stroked at her clit in steady motions, watching as she started thrashing beneath him. She was shuddering in no time and the gripping of her walls was the thing that threw him over the edge. With a groaning hiss he came, pressing into her as far as he could go before pulling out and finishing on her back.
He pulled out slowly and Daniel slumped onto the mattress, bonelessly. Max watched his come smear on the backs of her thighs from where he’d pulled out. He flopped onto his back beside her, panting into the stillness of the room.
Daniel turned her head to look at him through her tangled hair. It was going to be a nightmare to comb but it was absolutely worth it. Max pulled her limp body closer, settling them in a cuddle that had him relaxing.
“When did you get that tattoo on your hip?” Max broke the silence.
“Mm? After Monza.” Daniel’s lips brushed against his jaw while she spoke. He shivered a little before splaying his hand across her back. “D’you like it?”
“It’s lovely.”
“Thank you.” Daniel smiled. She felt good, well fucked and taken care of, basking in Max’s attention.
“What should we get for breakfast tomorrow?”
Daniel eased up to look at him, searching his face for answers to questions she didn’t want to voice. He looked back at her contentedly.
“You want me to stay over?” she eventually asked when it seemed like he was waiting on her reply. His eyebrows furrowed.
“Of course. You do not want to stay?” Max hadn’t considered that she would want to leave immediately. That was a bit disappointing.
“I… I want to.” Daniel admitted and Max pulled her to lay on top of him.
“Good. So what do you want for breakfast?”
“You.” Daniel heard herself say. She felt greedy but let herself have this if he was offering.
Max smirked at her and raised a brow. “And for lunch?”
“You.” She bit her lip to bite back a smile.
“Hardly the balanced diet our trainers suggest.” Max teased.
“Cheat day.” Daniel quipped which pulled a laugh from Max’s lips.
“Well in that case, what about dinner?”
“Two servings of you, please.” Daniel replied cheekily.
“Two?!” Max laughed.
“Protein!” Daniel insisted in a giggle.
“I’ll give you protein.” Max grumbled, kissing her soundly. Daniel sighed softly against his lips.
#answered#anonymous#girl!dan#girl dan#maxiel#max/daniel#god I've been sitting on this ask for so long#I hope you didn't lose hope that i'd write it bestie!#I will write all my prompts! I just... need to like get there lol I'm so sorry#why am i like this lmao
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☾ ━━━ PAIRING: SEUNGMIN X FEM READER FUCKING IN A LIBRARY
☾ ━━━ CONTENT: SMUT, EATING HER OUT, FINGER PLAY, CHAIR SEX, CALLS YOU DARLING (I think that’s it)
☾ ━━━ 18+!! Unless you wanna be a bit risky..
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Seungmin is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Seungmin doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. Thursday afternoon, sitting at the library desks trying to study, thinks about how dumb he really is. he reads his textbook and… God, he is fucking stupid, since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class and there is nothing that Seungmin hates more than being called stupid. Then his thoughts came to you. He’d see you stare at him in class and in the hallways a lot, and Seungmin interprets your stares. But he doesn’t really know how he feels about you. Seungmin generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. So Seungmin just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.
A loud smack of books wakes Seungmin from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break! Disoriented, Seungmin raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. Slowly, Seungmin recognizes you, in the book isle.. checking out some books. He knew you always liked reading. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the isle. Seungmin furrows his brows and shakes his head. Why would he even go up to you? Pfft. What a dummy. But Seungmin froze when he heard you call his name. He turned around and saw you with your arms crossed and staring right at him. A few seconds pass until Seungmin finally realizes that he hasn’t said anything yet, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Thinking of what to say. “Oh sorry. I was just STARING AT YOU” like.. no…
“Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside.
"It's fine, really" you stare at him before walking deeper into the isle of books.
"May I follow you?" Seungmin asked.
You nod and he manages to follow you into the isle, deeper and deeper where no one else was. You sit at an empty table and take out a few books from your backpack and some of the ones you just found. You glance at him and see Seungmin in a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You see he’s dressed quite messy. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Because normally he’s always dressed so well. Of course, you'd notice.
"Seungmin, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Seungmin has not seen. Ever.
"What..?” He said confused.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re dressed like a mess..” you reply.
Then he lets out a sigh. “I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.
"Yeah, you are? Why?"
Seungmin’s tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.
"I studied during my lunch break," Seungmin informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm.
“Well you should continue. I heard your grades are dropping.”
Seungmin sighed and got up to grab his stuff. He came back and placed it down and sat beside you. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second. Seungmin’s mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your hand against your book to remind him to continue to study. Seungmin groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.
"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice? "I'm really glad you let me be here with you.." He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.
"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Seungmin decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you.
"Seungmin, focus-"
"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Seungmin reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, He is not stupid. He does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.
"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Seungmin inhales sharply.
Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on this table, without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.
"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today.""A-are you?"
You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Seungmin looks at you without moving his head.
"Why?"
"Well, just stuff, you know?" Seungmin enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel.
"There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.
Unmistakably, your hand holding your book in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the pages until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud. Seungmins favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together. Oh, how Seungmin loves himself a good reaction like this.
"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"
"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Seungmin confirms with a slight smirk.
He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Seungmin lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Seungmin so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".
"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should go then..?"
Seungmin smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His slender fingers toying with his pen, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements.
"Already?""Mhm."
You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Seungmin listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching. As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.
"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing.
"What?" Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.
Seungmin smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness.
"Oh, I know."
You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Seungmin loves this game. That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.
"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you.
Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Kim Seungmin stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Seungmin can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him. Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all.
"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Seungmin’s form, but Seungmin is not here for it. He has gotten what he wants. Seungmin feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.
"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Seungmin’s mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!
"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Seungmin smugly leaned back in his chair.
Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said. In the blink of an eye, Seungmin feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Seungmin gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his. A deep groan escapes Seungmin’s lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. His hands go up your skirt, touching your panties. He can feel they are getting wet. He glides his fingers along it, Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Seungmin in front of you.
Yes, he is aware of the effect of his siren eyes. For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.
"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise.
And you do, allowing Seungmin to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the table. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.
Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Seungmin is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time. Okay, Seungmin admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more. Impatient as you are, you assist Seungmin in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes. And as much as he would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access.
His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Seungmin loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even. Finally, the time has come, and Seungmin kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, smirking at the wetness on it. His hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.
Okay, maybe Seungmin feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in. So that's what he does, He goes down on his knees, looking at your eyes, then your clit. You laid back on the table.. just waiting for it. Obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Seungmin tastes you. His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls. Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Seungmin thinks, not to brag, but-Seungmins eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Seungmin’s fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands. To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, he lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you.
At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance. Seungmin loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this. He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle.
“Shh.. darling.. people will hear us..” Seungmin whispered. Then he feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist. Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum. Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you. Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it. Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.
"You make me so hard," Seungmin says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants.
And as if you're getting paid to stroke Seungmin’s ego even more, you gasp at his size. Seungmin can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?
"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully.
Oh, how Seungmin would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Seungmin is more in his giving,receiving era. Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more. Seungmin smiled and pulled you into a kiss, picking you up by the thighs and bringing you back down on his lap. He said on the chair again, kissing you passionately. Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Seungmin helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle. Damnit, Seungmin. Why are you so hot. Seungmin mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.
"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Seungmin and are not possessed by a sex demon."
“I don't fucking care. Just get these boxers off and have sex with me!"Seungmin does not need to be told twice, only a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world.
"God, fuck," you let out, and Seungmin chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half,
"come here. Please."
You scoot closer and Seungmin moaned. The feeling of your thighs and clit against his dick, And you start to beg him with your eyes. Seungmin wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards, making you bounce up a little. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely. His hands trail your skirt, pulling it upwards. Exposing your thighs and ass. And he softly squeezed it. God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Seungmin feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.
"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again." How did that get out there? You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now.
"You're so cute." Cute?! Seungmin will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance.
"Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open.
Helplessly, you cling to Seungmin’s body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier. With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Seungmin’s ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.
"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return.
"Yeah, like it that my voice is so seductive?" You nod pathetically. "Cute.""Seungmin- 's so good."
"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Seungmin grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open.
He really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"
"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot.
Seungmin feels like he loves you. He also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.
"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it?
All that matters is that Seungmin’s ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish. His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one. Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Seungmin if he kept it that way.
That's why he found himself putting you back on the table, going into his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge. It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Seungmin eating his own cum out of you, he assumes.
Somehow, you two end up in his bed after a romantic drive to his house, mostly because Seungmin is a cuddler, partly because he’s is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows. Maybe he’ll never ever let you go..
The end!
(Unless you want a part two on what happens at his house..)
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i love kuri n aubreys story so much !! this is going to be a big boy ask sorry but there is so much i am curious abt :0 like what inspired u to create em n their stories, as well as like their personalities n such? what’s their fav/least fav things about each other? have they ever considered separating? is there anywhere i can find a full run-down of their story besides ur art? i know kuris issued but does aubrey have anything going on? also, where can i find out more abt their kids?
1: Kuri and Aubrey are like the vestigial remains of the fursonas we had when we were 11 who have completely changed overtime but the majority of their personality traits and experiences still mostly reflect our own (but they don’t reflect Us if that makes any sense)
2: Aubrey is obsessed with how endearingly stupid she is and Kuri loves that he doesn’t care how long it takes for her to understand something If At All and is very patient with her. Kuri doesn’t like that he still makes reckless choices with his career and Aubrey isn’t allowed to dislike anything about her or i would mount him on my wall
3: Aubrey had a moment of severe weakness and considered leaving to Get Milk when Kuri decided she wanted to keep their first baby for like 4 seconds only because they both had previously decided that they were to be child free and he ****Really***** Did Not Want to be a father lol
4: tbh i don’t have any plans on doing any longform pure lore comics and I’m not really like a Writer writer so the only information you’re going to get on any of them is whatevers in their individual character tags or the worlds worst comic tag 😭 or whatever one off tweets i shoot off into the abyss
Also there’s this if you haven’t seen it its vague but it’s Aubrey lol
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#i just don’t know how i would do a longform comic on them…#theyre like. just Normal you know? it feels like just doing a comic on like a real life persons life it would just be daily life plot#forever and ever. i don’t really feel like…they have a story that has a beginning middle and end no climax no plot just life
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