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idkfitememate · 3 months

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TW!!! Extreme descriptions of gore and death!!! As well as some extremely concerning thoughts of physical harm onto one’s self and others and of “attractions” to death!! I do not condone any actions in this story, so simply think of it as such, a story! Thank you and merry reading!~ <3

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ Love y’all! Just feelin’ angsty lol!

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I want to be splattered against a wall.

I want you to watch as my blood drips down, rolling through the groves and cracks of the wall.

I want you to be covered in my blood from the blow, to know something of mine, my essence is covering you…

I want to see you as you realize chunks of my body as blown across you. When you brush a part of my brain matter off you.

I want to hear you whimper as you taste my blood in your mouth. You had been staring – open mouthed – as I exploded against the wall.

I want you to walk up and slip on my discarded skin. Pieces lie – strewn across the floor. Your face as you collapse into the puddle of my blood would look so nice.

I want you to accidentally look into one of my eyes as it rolls over to you, to make eye contact with the discarded thing. Looking at me and only me.

I want to feel your fingers run across my exposed guts, feather-light touches on my sensitive insides. Places I shouldn’t be able to feel now able to feel you touch.

My body will turn and churn and bubble and groan. My insides will empty themselves and become hollow for you.

I want you inside of me. Use me. Take me. Pick up the skin that was once my face and wear it like a mask. Hold my hand as you peel back the layers of skin that hold its bone, rip the nails out and start with the fingers. Climb inside of my exposed chest cavity and play with me like a puppet. Push your hand up my esophagus – the blood forcing itself into my chest and out my nose hole and gapping, toothless mouth – and push your fingers behind my lips to force my mouth open. Feel my cold tongue beneath your fingers and press your nails into my exposed gums. Push your fingers pass my sinuses and through my nose cavity, wiggle them through the hole like worms will when they eat my corpse. Pull and push the muscle in my eye sockets, slowly squeezing the blood out, ringing the flesh dry of the substance.

Watch as bugs crawl into my body, under small patches of barely clinging on skin, as they rummage around and begin to clean my bones of this awful rot.

As they trail between your fingers in order reach other places on my body. To continue to consume what’s left of my flesh.

As they stop to taste you, only to realize you’re still alive and to continue to eat me.

Do you feel guilt? Or do you feel anguish? I want to know the answer as my eyeless, toothless, skinless body stares up at you. As you watch a centipede move through the ear that’s only attached by a strand of flesh and muscle and come out one of my eye sockets.

Because don’t fret, I adore this feeling. The feeling of my body being tormented in ways I could never describe to another person. A part of me wants to watch as you cry and sob over my death, saying that I’m “TOO YOUNG! THEY WERE TOO YOUNG TO DIE!” But another part wants to watch as you beat the person responsible for doing this to me, as you beat them in to a bloody paste to match my own.

But the smallest part of me? Deep deep down inside of me? Wants you to love this feeling just as much as me. To love the arousal pooling in my puss filled gut as my stomach opens with a sick *pop!* noise and my internal acid spills out. As my intestines slowly unwind themselves from each other, breathing for the first and last time. As my lungs fill with blood and push my heart closer and firmer against my rib cage with squelching noises to boot.

And watch as you fall into a sick, arousal filled insanity as you realize that you are the reason I’m like this. You are the reason I am bloody and disgusting and dead. I tried to help you. Tried to save you. And this is my repayment. You did this.

And I couldn’t be happier at that fact.

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#author x reader #(?) kinda #author x you #(?) i guess #yandere character #yander x reader?#yandere x you #yandere #x gn y/n #gn reader #x gn reader #Squeeze me till I pop!!#I promise I can take it !!<3<3

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getoswhore · 2 years

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Pookie. I need my virtual hug😤😤😤I haven’t heard from you in so long🤧and the first thing you told me was to go to sleep🙄╰(๑>◡<๑)╯♡

#PLSSSA #IK #IM SORRY #I WAS JUST SO 😔😔#I FELT BAD CAUSW I FORGOT THE TIME DIFFERENCE #but here #*hugs*#*n squeezes you till you pop*#<33 #💌.mail #💌.from ryn #💌.moots

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isamoa · 6 months

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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc

ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.

ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol

SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”

SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.

TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”

CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”

#my goofy ahh side coming out with the choso one #THIS TOOK FOREVER #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #geto smut #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #jjk men x reader #jjk smut #isamoa #jujutsu kaisen smut

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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)

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ridingthatd · 6 months

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-ˏ͛❥ FILTHY GIFTS FOR ITADORI /FT. GOJO

-ˏ͛⑅ itadorixfem!reader, gojoxfem!reader, heavy smut, masturbation, kinky, filthy, pervert, stroking cock with panties ⑅ˏ͛-

itadori yuji. here he was standing cock rock hard as he stares at non other then his sorcerer mrs. y/n panties. yuji has always had a huge fat crush on you. he can't count how many times he had to beat his fat cock at night to the thought of you. how many times he had to excuse himself to the toilet just because of his ragging hard on.

"here take it as a gift for completing the task I gave you" gojo saturo cheekly says. grinning from ear to ear as he hands his student the panties of non other then his lover.

"what are you-" itadoris cock twitch in his pants when gojo place the panties on his palm- it was wet. it was wet. it was wet. yuji repeats in his mind, not believing what's happening. did you squirt in these panties? was it your pussy who made this mess?

he gulps nervously as he glance at gojo who was still smirking at him. clearly amused by his student reaction. oh this is going to be fun, he thought.

" you don't need to be suspicious about it, it's simply a gift for your good work" saturo speaks out while laughing, waving at the boy as he makes his way out.

itadori finally breaks, groaning as he palm his painfully hard cock and bring your red panties to his nose sniffing the scent of your pussy in. his eyes roll back as his hips twitch. fuck- fuck- fuck, he's going to cum in his pants just at the scent of you. unzipping his pants, he pull his fat cock out, whining as he touch his red sensitive tip ready to explode and ruin your little panties.

"fuck! fuck! I'm going to ruin your fucking panties" itadori moans into ceiling as he spit into your panties and place them on his leaking cock, clearly lost in pleasure to give a fuck if someone finds him this way. his cock twitch, throb, the fabric of your panties is drenched with his spit and cum.

your pussy was in those panties. your pussy was in those panties. he keeps repeating to himself till white liquid squirt out of his cock, shooting directly into the panties that was wrapped around his dick. tears of pleasure slip down his face, his thighs giving out from how the force of his shaking.

he lays down trembling, the only thing on his mind was that he had to complete all his tasks so he can receive more of these gifts from gojo saturo.

itadori yuji. itadori stands at gojos office like last time, but he was nervous chewing on his lips as he thinks about whats going to happen. will he give him another gift for completing his mission? or will he mock him?

his thoughts were caught of once he hears the door of the office open then close, revealing gojo, who was clearly as excited as itadori was to see him. he makes his way toward his desk before speaking out.

"so? mission done" he questions already knowing the answer, itadori nodes to nervous to even speak a word. gojo hums as he place his hand into his pocket. "I guess it's time for your gift" his words make itadori stiffen, cock already hard- excited on what kind of gift he's going to get this time.

gojo remove his hand from his pocket revealing the special gift- your red bra. it was a matching set with the panties. itadori fights of a whimper that was about to slip past his lips as he stare at the big bra- your breasts were always so huge, so plumpy. they looked so soft. he just wanted to suck, knead, grope, squeeze them. he wanted to have a taste of those hard nipples of yours that popped out of your shirt whenever you didn't wear a bra.

his cock starts leaking, so eager to have a hold of your bra. his minds running a million thoughts- thoughts about filthy things he's going to do with this bra just like he did with the panties. he was a pervert. a pervert who slept every night with the new gift of his. licking, sucking on your panties every night. sniffing it before he leaves his room to go on a mission.

gojo grins, he was excited- so excited to see where this is going to go. oh little y/n, oh if you knew how much of a pervert your favorite student is.

and gojo promise that soon enough you will see this side of your student yourself.

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satoruhour · 11 months

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Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.”

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure.

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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Ethan’s such a virgin, he gets a boner every time he sees you.

**made up colors for the school, also, this was supposed to be short but now it’s a whole thing-

You weren’t like those other cheerleaders, you were smart and everyone knew it. With every tube top and every mini skirt you wore, there was ten times the knowledge anyone else had on quite literally anything else in the world.

He liked to study on the bleachers when you practiced your routine, the pretty red and white fabric of your cheerleading uniform. You would pause the music, bending down and showing off those pretty red shorts that were under your skirt. “Girls!” You scolded, groaning. “We’re not even close to being done! Or ready! You don’t know how to pop your hip, you don’t know how to do the splits, you- agh!”

You yelled out in frustration as Tara slowly came down the sidewalk, laughing. “Calm down, Y/N, you’re going insane.”

You turned, gasping. “Tara! Honey, you’re here!”

“Not for practice,” she dismissed quickly making you whine. “I think your stalker is here.”

You turned, Ethan quickly looking down at his notebook and fixing it over his lap to hide his hard on. “Oh, no! Ethan’s going to help me study when I’m done with practice, he’s harmless, you know that.”

Tara sighed. “Are you sure? I just… I don’t want you to be alone with him, I can come with you? And Chad?”

You shook your head. “No, I want to be alone with him,” you say with a smile. “I want to see what I can get out of him. See if I can find out if he knows anything about that new psycho.”

Tara rose a brow. “How are you going to do that? Hm?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“He’s infatuated with you, you know,” she says, raising a brow. “I’m sure you can take that a little… farther, if you’d like.”

Your face scrunched as you looked back at Ethan, who again looked back down at his notebook. “I didn’t think I was his type. I don’t know if I’m someone he actually likes, y’know?”

Tara laughed. “Oh he likes you, alright,” she looks at Ethan who’s eyes flicked up before going back down. “Think he likes you more than you think.”

Two hours later, you still weren’t done with practice. It was getting dark, and the only reason why you ended practice was because you didn’t want any girl to go home with a psychopath on the loose. “If you girls don’t work on this, I swear I’ll put you all to work from dusk till… a few minutes before dawn! Go, get home safe! I want everyone in groups! And texts when you get home!”

The girls yelled out okays and good byes as you gather your stuff, Ethan quickly disappearing from the bleachers making you sigh. When you stand, you could feel someone way too close to you making you rush to turn around, gasping. “Oh! Ethan, you scared me!”

He jumped back, gasping. “Oh, I’m s-so sorry, I just-”

You giggled. “Oh, don’t worry,” you say with a smile. “Do you mind walking me home? I don’t know if we’ll be able to study tonight, but you can stop by early tomorrow and we can have breakfast and review! Sounds good?”

Ethan nods automatically, head bobbing up and down. Any moment spent with you was worth it. “Yeah, that sounds good, I-I just… nothing, is your apartment far?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It’s just off campus. I promise, it’s not a long walk. And it’s not too far from your apartment, either, so you’re not walking alone.”

He tilts his head slightly, confused. “How do you know that?”

You giggle. “I see you walking home some days,” you explained, offering your hand. “Walk me home?”

He nods immediately, fixing his bag and slowly taking your hand. He fixes it to cover his lower waist, his hand slightly sweaty in yours as you squeezed slightly. “I-I uhm… I wanted to ask if you would like to… h-have breakfast with me in the morning?”

You look over, confused. “That’s what I invited you over for, Ethan.”

“What do you sleep in?” It came out quick, his hand covering his mouth. “I didn’t- that wasn’t what I was-”

“It depends on the night,” you hummed, your hand squeezing his as you look up at him. “If it’s super hot, I don’t sleep in anything. If it’s not, it’s shorts and a tank top, sometimes one is missing.”

Ethan hides his smile. As smart as you were academically, he loved how oblivious — maybe stupid — you were in things like this.

The rest of the time was silent, Ethan’s hand warm and not sweaty as he stood in front of your apartment. “I uhm… I hope you have a good night.”

You smile, nodding. “Thank you, honey, I appreciate it,” you giggle, fixing your skirt. “Well uhm… I’ll see you in the morning!”

Ethan nods, hand holding yours tightly. “W-Wait. We should… if you don’t mind, can I have y-your number?”

You nod. “Right! Here, call me when you get home, alright?”

He nods. “Yes, y-yeah I will.”

You smiled, giggling. “Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He all but ran home, quickly saying hi to Chad before calling you. It took you a few rings to pick up, your groggy voice saying you had just woken up. “Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Ethan.”

You smiled, turning as you pull the blanket closer to your bare body. “Hey E, did you get home okay? Can I call you that?”

He was already pushing down his pants and underwear, grunting as he laid down. “Y-Yeah, of course, you can call me whatever you want.”

You giggled as he starts pumping himself, fast and hard making his eyes roll back. “Whatever I want?”

He whimpers out a hum, nodding. “Y-Yes. Yes, whatever you want.”

You couldn’t hear him as you hummed, falling into sleep. He was pumping himself, no need for lube with how much precum was leaking out of his tip. “Y-Y/N,” he moaned out, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Hm? Sorry, I was falling asleep.”

“N-No, don’t… I-I want to hear your voice. Can you keep talking, please?” His voice was high pitched, whiny as you giggle, not noticing the difference in his voice.

“Oh… well, what do you want to hear?”

“A-Anything,” he whines, inhaling sharply. He swiped his thumb over his tip, head tilting back. “Anything.”

“Well… I think I’m going to change up some of the routine. The girls aren’t getting it and the game is soon,” you exhaled, humming. “But I was having a lot of fun with it.”

Just the thought of you dropping down to the ground, legs spread as you threw your head back, quickly being helped up by two other girls to take your position as captain and jump up, tits bouncing made him hold back a whimper, hand pumping fast. “I could see that, Y-Y/N. You w-were doing really good, looked like you were having fun.”

You giggle, smiling as you fixed yourself on the bed. “I was having a lot of fun, but the girls couldn’t keep up.”

“Th-They don’t deserve you,” he says, grunting. Your voice at night was so gritty, full of tiredness, the epitome of what he thought you’d sound like after he fucked you so hard and made the mascara run down your pretty face. “N-None of them do.”

They didn’t, you were his. He didn’t deserve you either, but he needed you like a person needed food and water, just the sound of your voice made him hold back cumming. He would call you every night from now on just to get off to your voice.

“Oh, Ethan,” you groaned, laughing. His eyes rolled back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard to hold back moans. “You’re so sweet, honey.”

“D-Did you take off your makeup?” If he was fucking you right now, would your lipstick be smeared? Would your mascara be running down your cheeks, would your eyeshadow be all fucked up?

“Oh yeah,” you smiled. It was sweet that he cared. “I take it off every night, even if I’m tired. Don’t want to break out.”

He groaned, head thrown back. He loved seeing you with or without makeup, as long as you felt pretty, he didn’t care. He was going to make you sob either way from how much he’d fuck you. “A-And what are you wearing?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” you shrugged, sighing. “It’s really hot.”

Nothing. Oh the thought made him cum just by your words, choking making your brows ruffle in concern.

“Ethan? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” he groaned. He was so good, cock twitching as he continued to pump himself. “J-Just don’t feel good.”

“Do you want to come over? Come over, I have medicine,” you start to stand, inhaling deeply. “Please? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

He groaned, nodding. Pass up an opportunity to go to your house? Hell no.

“Okay. I’m on my way.”

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REACTION: VIBRATING COCK RING

{warnings} ⇨ smut, mentions of sex

HEESEUNG:

“Princess n-no mo-re..” his words rolled off of his tongue softly causing his pronunciation to turn to mumbles, rubbing your hand on his thigh as you watched his expressions showing how desperate he was yet that wasn’t the only thing that gave away his state. Trailing your eyes down from his neck as you watched his hickey filled neck allowed his breathing to become more spaced while his adams apple bounced up from the drool that pooled in his mouth. He always mentioned how he wanted you to ‘ride him’ and but you surprisingly never took him up on that option, yet. You loved him so much, his body itself looked like a art piece you would see in the museums. The way his v-like perfectly tailed down to his aching cock which twitched from the vibration of the toy you had placed on him earlier in the diner.

Veins prominent on his hands while they gripped tightly into a fist till the point of his knuckles going white due to the loss of blood flowing to his fingers, his eyes tried to stay open as much as they could but would occasionally flicker as he squeezed them shut. Pressing the button on his vibrators control to maximum speed his mouth hung open as he wondered how much more he could take, he mouthed from across the table a ‘please’ as his cheeks started to turn a light pink while the tip of his ears were turning red. He looked down at his fists then his cock which ached to be freed from his pants, “Wait till we get home baby, i’ll let you finish then.” you whispered as you completely turned off the cockring which caused him to whine from the lack of pleasure rushing through his body.

JAY:

His moans sounded like they had fallen from heaven, the way his mouth would hang open slightly allowing you to see the bottom of his teeth. The corner of your lip curled into a sidle smirk, as he watched your expression change he knew in that moment things were about to get worse. His cock turned angry, the way the veins popped out, his tip was bright red, and would twitch with every vibration from the toy that wrapped around his base. Pushing his chest back into the bad you straddled his lower stomach as you faced his cock which gave him complete access to your ass, his hands rested on your hip but eventually turned into gripping them tightly as you knew the next morning would leave bruises.

“L-love, ne-ed t-to cu-m… please.” Turning back to face the desperate man behind you his hair was messily laid out along his forehead as it stuck to it due to the sweat that had formed, “Aw look at my baby boy, all desperate.” his head shook vigorously, agreeing with your statement. “Y-your go-od bo-y.” His words started to fade more as his breathing started to become heavy, “Such a good baby.” you said as you rubbed the sweaty hair on his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut. His mouth opened all the way as he slightly arched his back then slammed back down into the bed, turning around to face forward you saw a wet spot form on his boxers. “Sorry Love, really needed to. I know i wasn’t supposed to but please let me make it up to you.”

JAKE:

Placing your hand over his mouth, no matter how many times you told him to not be loud he was. The members were asleep rooms away yet his exact words were ‘it’s okay you act like they have never heard us have sex before’ his hands were placed on your arm as he held you closer while the other hand went to grab the hand over his mouth. Removing your hand he placing it back gently on your thigh as he placed his puffy lips onto your neck leaving small love bites behind, the vibrations of his moans started to tickle you. His cock twitched every time you would change the setting on the cockring, he was a little slut because even though he loved putting on a dominant face deep down he just wants you to use him like your personal fleshlight.

“Yes gorgeous, fuck, use me.” He grumbled through his teeth as his hand wrapped around you neck, you watched as his cock leaked precum. Bringing your finger to his tip you swiped off the called lubricant that rested on his pelvis then brung it to your lips as you made sure to look at him directly in the eyes while you put your finger in your mouth, his lips parted as his body jolted forward. A confused look displayed across your face as he barried his face into your neck due to embarrassment, “What happened handsome?” he mumbled into your neck “You’re just too pretty.” the feeling of a wet spot rub up against your inner thigh made your accusations clear.

SUNGHOON:

Placing your hand on his thigh as you sat down in the booth of the restaurant as you sat across from the other members along with the seats beside Sunghoon filling up, earlier you told him to go in the bathroom a place the cockring on little did he know you had a controller to the vibrating cockring. As he sat down with his hard cock bulging through his jeans his hands rested on the table while he talked with the members trying to be a nonchalant as he could, his cock started to jump with joy as the pleasure started to rub through every inch of his figure.

“Sunghoon you okay?” Jay asked from across the table which caused your boyfriend to nod his head to the curious man before him, his hands started to grip the edge of the table as it was clear how his body language was betraying his every move. In that moment he wanted nothing more to bring pleasure to the ache in his pants, his lips were found between his teeth as a way to muffle any noises that threatened to fall. Leaning back he whispered in your ear “Baby please, not here.” his voice sounded frantic and genuine but that didn’t stop you from turning up the frequency of the vibrations. “Ca-n’t baby… gorgeous… pretty… i love y-you but pl-ease at hom-e.”

SUNOO:

His hands gripped the controller as he tried to keep his attention focused on the character displayed on the screen in front of him, “P-please Honey this i-s a serious game.” he whined not taking his focus off of the screen. Unbuckling his jeans you pulled them down just halfway down his thighs giving you more access to his boxers as you followed the same pattern with them as well, his cock shot up against his abdomen while twitching from the vibrations running through its veins. Bringing your hand towards his mouth “Spit.” you said not asking him but rather telling “Honey I-” “Did i say talk back? No. Spit.”

He followed your instructions as he gathered all of the spit in his mouth letting it drop onto your hand as you ran your now lubricated hand to his dick as you wrapped your hand around his base cause his actions to falter, whines and moans fell from his lips because as much as he wanted to give in to you he knew this level would not download fast enough and would delete what he has done so far. “Please, i just need to-” Cutting off his words you placed your lips on his while his cock twitches in your hand, “Pretty boy, your body betrays you so badly.” a spread of cockiness filled your aura.

JUNGWON:

His hand held yours as you both agreed maybe it would be best for the both of you to spice things up in the bed, you pulled him towards the edge of the bed as you stood up in front of him. Pulling down his sweatpants and his boxers leaving his bulging dick being displayed in front of your legs, crouching down only to look up at him as he faces you then his side as he hands you the toy with the remote. “If anything feels weird or anything le-”His hand was suddenly placed over your lips in the middle of you reassuring him, “I’m fine Princess, just put it on.” he let go of the grasp he hand on your mouth. Following his directions you placed the toy on his cock causing his body to jolt in place and hiss from the sudden pleasure of your hands running along his desperate parts.

Looking up at him he nodded at you giving you the ‘okay’ to keep going, his lips parted as you moved the switch to start on low power. His hands were everywhere, he had no idea what to do with himself. The amount of pleasure that filled throughout his body was enough to make him cum buckets, his orgasm started to knot in his stomach but had to ignore it because he wasn’t trying to think of his pleasure but rather yours. He knew you were getting off to his desperate state secretly, he kissed your jawline then left a trail of kisses to your ear. “I love you so much my Princess.”

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bokutosbiceps · 7 months

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don't stop til ya get enough

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | smut | ~700 words

warnings: smut. it's SMUT. i'm the blowjob queen + i hope it shows. based off a true story LOL

a/n: happy thanksgiving from me + luffy to you !!

18+ MDNI

luffy writhes as his cock slides between your pussy lips, throwing his head forward and feeling around with his mouth for your soft, jiggly tit to pop in his mouth.

he pants as he feels the tip of your hardened nipple poke his cheek, mouthing at your nipple till he's sucking on it. the moans coming from deep within his chest add to the pleasure that his suction is giving you, and you can't help but moan, too.

his hips stutter and you can hear the lewd sounds of his cock sliding through your slick as he grinds onto your pussy.

“you're doing so good for me, monkey.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, starting at the widow’s peak that adorns his sweaty forehead.

“gotta p-prove you wrong…” luffy huffs, his voice rising an octave with each glide of his cock through your labia.

“so competitive!!” you giggle, your hips jerking upward as the tip of his cock brushes your clit. you gasp, a soft moan following.

the sound drives luffy crazy. the sounds coming out of your mouth, the sounds coming out of your pussy, the wetness coming out of your pussy. it's all too much for luffy. he thought he'd be able to take on the challenge of spending ten minutes with you like this without cumming, but he suddenly realizes he doesn't care. right now, cumming is more important. cumming in you is more important.

luffy decides to fuck it all, to fuck you, and halts the movements of his hips. he looks at you through his lashes, grinning at the way your eyebrows are raised in confusion.

“you okay—ah!” luffy’s hand around your neck makes your inquiry die on the back of your tongue. he squeezes, but not too hard, as he lowers his mouth to your clavicle, biting and sucking along the ridges of the bone.

“ya always taste so good for me, sugar. how d’ya do that?” luffy’s breath is hot against the side of your neck. “m-my treat. no one else is allowed to have ya.”

he releases your clavicle from his mouth and crawls up your body, eventually kneeling above you and stroking his cock inches from your lips. you feel droplets of his pre cum sprinkle onto your face and your tongue subconsciously darts out to clean your face off.

“open wide.” luffy commands, using his thumb, sticky with his pre cum, to yank your chin down and open your mouth. he grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock deep down your throat, letting out a deep and guttural groan.

“fuck, so tight n warm…” luffy’s hips are erratic, snapping forward to shove his cock as far as down your thoat as he can, recoiling just enough to free his base.

you moan, your throat closing around luffy’s cock and your eyes watering. luffy lets out a few breathy giggles, his other hand now on the headboard of the poor bed to steady himself as his hips continue to pummel your face.

“are ya t-thirsty?” luffy breathes, his abs tightening and relaxing as he feels himself fighting off his orgasm. he wants to feel your throat around his cock forever. he wants to hear your moans, muffled by the way he's fucking your face, forever. “i’ve got a bunch of cum jus' for you, my girl.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair and twists it, allowing himself to bury his cock in your throat and hold your head to his pelvis. his curly, black pubes tickle your nose and you whine, the vibration causing luffy’s hips to jerk a little bit.

“h-hey, don't—hah!” luffy is moaning and writhing and whining and squeezing his eyes shut as he holds your head still on his cock, his cum shooting in thick, staccato spurts down your throat. he lightly pushes you back, your lips releasing from his cock with a slick pop and a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you fight for air.

his chest is heaving and his face is toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open as he tries to catch his breath. you're trying to do the same, as you struggle to swallow the thick load of cum you were just so kindly force fed.

once luffy’s almost recovered, he looks down at you, a big grin on his face as he licks his lips.

“your turn, pretty.”

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silvergyus · 3 months

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pink lace

pairing: husband!yeonjun x wife!reader

summary: you surprise your husband with a new set of lingerie

warnings: soft dom!yeonjun, kind of possessive yeonjun (the man is obsessed with his wife), *lots* of dirty talk, breast play, marking (y/n receiving), heavy breeding kink, penetrative sex (y/n receiving), two spanks (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ my pretty girl/ good girl/ my pretty wife/ my love" for reader, use of "baby/ jjunie" for yj

word count: 1,900+

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You can already hear Yeonjun's voice, his sing-song greeting beginning before he's even locked the door. Normally, you would rush into his arms and litter his face with kisses after the torture of being apart but today you willed yourself to stay put. It was a surprise after all.

“Baby?” he asks from the door, footsteps curiously making their way towards where you sat on the couch.

He finds you waiting for him. Pretty lace in pink and red crisscrossing over your body, hugging your curves and pushing your breasts high and together, on full display for your husband. You wear his shirt, buttons open, low across your arms, the white cotton in stark contrast to the girlish lingerie underneath.

"Welcome home baby," you say, voice dripping with honey.

"What's this?" Yeonjun asks, fingers reaching to trace over the ruffled hem of your bra. "All dressed up for me."

"Wanted to surprise you," you reply. "You've been working so hard."

He hums, admiring you as you speak. He sits beside you, hands ghosting over the fabric, sending jolts of electricity down your spine every time his skin grazes yours. "Look so good for me baby." His had cups your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss is heavy, his plush lips soft against yours, his tongue licking at the seam of your lips before you part to let him taste you. You're soft and pliant before him. Your needy whimpers escaping when he bites down gently on your bottom lip. He pulls you onto his lap. Soft sighs fall from both of you when you settle onto him, the bulge in his pants a welcome pressure to your aching core.

His hands find your waist, holding you before exploring the curve of your hips and ass. "This is a very pretty outfit you bought for me." He says, attaching his lips to the sweet spot on your throat.

"Wanna take it off?" You ask, preening under his attention.

"No, no. Look too pretty to take it off." He moves to kiss you again, tongue exploring your mouth as he squeezes your ass roughly.

His hand brushes up your body to grope your breasts through the gauzy fabric. "Lemme see these pretty tits." He tugs down the pink and red cups that hold you, letting your breasts fall free. The garment still holds them somewhat in place, but the mounds of your flesh spill out over the top. He covers them in kisses, sucking and biting till dark marks bloom. His tongue finds your nipple, lavishing over it with broad strokes before his perfect, full lips cover the bud.

You throw your head back as pleasure washes over you. His attention to your chest makes you grow wet, your eager hips rutting against his lap. The thin material of your panties soaking through with your arousal.

"Yes baby," Yeonjun pulls off with a pop. "Just like that. My pretty girl, so needy for me." His hands find your hips, pulling you forward to set a pace for your movements. "Like that. Make yourself feel good." He returns his attention to your chest, sucking and biting once again.

"Mmmf, Jjunie!" You cry, your hands flying to his hair. The pressure mounting in your core as the lacy material of your panties provides a delicious friction against your soaked cunt.

"Good girl, ruin those pretty panties for me." He lands a sharp smack to your ass and you cry out again. You slump forward, head resting on your husband's chest as your desperate hips rut pathetically against his lap.

He spanks you again and it's enough to send you over the edge. Your cries are muffled against him as you ride him through your orgasm. He rubs circles over your stinging cheeks, soothing the pain as you come down from your high.

You sigh softly and sit up. Yeonjun kisses you sweetly. "That's a good girl. Let's see how ruined these panties are, hmm?" He remains sitting as you stand, your legs wobbly, needing Yeonjun's shoulder to steady yourself.

He traces the ruffled hem of your panties, goosebumps springing up where he touches you. You whine and shiver away. He tsks and you behave, spreading your legs slightly to give him access to where he wants next. Never dipping inside the fabric, he instead traces across the red lace hearts overlayed on the pink mesh, heading straight for where the fabric is stained with your arousal.

"Looks like this sweet pussy made quite the mess." You can't hold back the whimper that escapes when he rubs the pad of his forefinger across your entrance and up to your clit. Yeonjun's voice is teasing as he asks- "does my pretty wife need me to breed her? Is that why she bought me this pretty lingerie?"

You nod, head spinning as Yeonjun's finger draws feather-light circles around your sensitive clit over the damp fabric.

"Poor thing, always so needy." He kisses your tummy as he speaks. "How can I refuse my pretty wife?" He stands up, loosening his tie. He makes quick work of his shirt and tie, depositing them on the floor. His hand finds your heat again, cupping it as he says- “it's my job to breed this pussy full whenever my pretty wife asks.”

You whine, hips bucking instinctively against his hand, causing him to smile slyly.

“Use your words baby. Tell me you need it.”

You moan; his words and touch filling your head, clouding out everything that isn't him.

"Need you, need you to cum in me," you're sure you sound desperate, begging the way you are. "Breed me so full. Please Jjunie.”

He smiles, his eyes dark with want. He leans in to kiss you hungrily.

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He sets you on the edge of the bed. “I've got such a needy wife." He strokes his cock as he takes you in. You're splayed out for him, open and wanting. Dressed up for him in pretty pink lace like a present, his to open, his to own.

His cock is red and heavy in his hand, beads of silver precum gathering at the tip. You need him, need him inside, filling you up, making you clench around him. You can barely stand it, need burning you from the inside out.

He slaps his cock against your clit, earning a loud moan from you. Your voice is desperate when you speak again. “Got all dressed up for you. Please, please fuck me baby.”

Yeonjun groans at your words before pulling the ruined fabric of your panties to the side and stuffing his cock inside you. You cry out at the abrupt intrusion before quickly adjusting to his size. He pulls one of your legs up to his chest, hooking your ankle over his shoulder to grant him deeper access to your aching pussy.

You're so full it makes your head spin. With your leg up Yeonjun hits so deep inside of you. His hips set a pace of deep, long strokes that cause you to babble nonsense. “Need you, right there, please-”

He huffs, pumping into you more quickly now. “My pretty wife, pretty tits bouncing over her pretty bra. You look so good like this baby, taking my cock so well. Your pretty new clothes are all messed up for me.”

All you can do is agree, head full of nothing but Yeonjun and his cock, how it stretches you out, how it fills you so full, how it hits that place inside of you that makes you see stars. “Made for you Jjunie, made to take your cock.”

“Made to take my cum?” He teases, reaching down to thumb harshly at your clit through the ruined mesh.

You cry out at his touch. “Yes! Made to take your cum! Gimme your cum baby, please.”

“Play with those tits for me, baby. Wanna see you touch yourself.”

Your hands are clumsy as they find your chest, pinching and pulling at your nipples the way your husband does. “Get them wet for me, you like when they're wet.” He commands. You groan, slipping your fingers into your mouth before teasing your buds again. The heat of your spit quickly turning cool in the air, causing you to whine.

“Just like that, baby. Keep touching yourself and I'm gonna cum.”

You pull roughly at your chest, squeezing your other breast in tandem. “Please, please give me your cum. Need it so bad.”

“Oh, baby,” Yeonjun's breaths are heavy and a sheen of sweat coats his forehead. “Keep clenching like that. This sweet pussy feels so good."

“Please, please give me your cum.” You arch your back, head thrown back against the sheets.

“Tell me you want it.”

“Want it! Need it baby, I need your cum, need you to breed me.” You sob, the knot in your stomach wound so tight you can't believe you haven't fallen off the edge yet. “Please, I need it so bad. Fill me up please.”

Yeonjun finds your clit through your panties again, pressing down on it as he thrusts hard. You scream out, mind going blank as you cum a second time. Your hips stutter against his, your walls clenching down around him. Yeonjun's hips falter as he cums with you, his cock painting your walls with his thick seed.

He slumps forward, his hips still stuttering as you milk his cock. You hold him in your arms, willing your bodies to meld into one. Your kisses are sloppy as you both come stumbling down from your highs. His cock stays buried in your soaked cunt, cum dribbling out.

You whine at the sensation, petting Yeonjun's hair as you float in the afterglow. He kisses your jaw, knowing what you need.

He pulls out of you, his cock softening while his fingers collect the creamy mess on your pussy and thighs and stuff it all inside. You moan, finally full and satisfied. He hums, admiring his work.

“Let's get you cleaned up my love.”

“Wanna rest here some more.” You pout, arms reaching towards him. He smiles down at you before laying beside you again, snuggling into your embrace. "You've been so busy, wanna just be with you." Your voice is soft as you trace lines across his back and shoulders.

"I'm sorry baby," his voice is soft and sincere as he replies. He places a soft kiss at the base of your jaw, punctuating his sentiment. "I'll try and make it back home earlier. Wanna be with you as much as I can."

You hum, happy with his promise. His hands caress over your body as you hold him. He presses another kiss to your lips before propping himself up on his elbow.

“This was a very good surprise baby. You look very pretty in this set.”

You smile and whisper a quiet “thank you."

“Maybe you can tell me where you got this one?” His voice is playful. He nuzzles your cheek, his silly side showing now that you've been serious. “I could buy you another one? As a surprise for you next time.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. A goofy smile spreads across his face and you can't help but giggle. “Hmm,” you pretend to think. “Or maybe you could buy me a different kind of surprise.”

He kisses you again sweetly. "Anything for you my love."

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

taglist: @theresawtf, @dearlyjun, @https-yeonjun

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 2 years

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Caught

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warning: SMUT (+18)

Summary: Eddie catches his best friend in an... awkward position.

Eddie hopped on the low roof of your garage gracefully, taking the familiar path up to your room.

The two of you had been friends forever, but your parents were quite uptight about boys in the house. Especially when those boys listened to heavy metal and dressed like Eddie.

So, instead of ringing the doorbell, Eddie had made it a habbit to just climb through your window. Much easier.

He swung his leg over your windowsill, his knuckles rapping on your wall by ways of a knock.

"Hey pumpkin, how's it going..." He trailed off. His leg stopped swinging in mid air, frozen at the sight in front of him.

You were splayed out on your bed, your black underwear in stark contrast to your baby blue bedsheets.

You're eyes were closed and your mouth open, but what made Eddie stop dead in his tracks was your hands, one reaching under the lace of your bra to cup your breast, the other sunk into your panties.

At the sound of his voice, your eyes shot open, locking onto his in a panicked wide-eyed gaze. You yelped out his name as your hands withdrew from their confinements, scrambling to cover yourself up.

Eddie snapped out of his temporary transfixion and swung his leg right back out of your room. His back hit the side of your house as he stood, disbelieving, next to your open window.

That did not just happen.

"So that's why people usually knock, huh?" Eddie joked trying to ease the tension, but you were too mortified to answer him.

You quickly pulled your robe on to cover yourself, pacing through the room trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Your best friend just walked in on you masturbating.

Jesus Christ, Eddie had really just seen you with your hand down your pants... This was mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.

And on top of that, just a second ago, when your hand was down your pants, you had been imagining that it was him.

In your head those weren't your hands roaming your body, they were his. You had been this close to moaning out his name when he barged through your window.

How on earth were you ever supposed to look him in the eye again?!

"You need a minute? 'Cause I can wait till you're finished." Eddie's snarky voice drifted from outside.

You popped your head out the window "What the hell are you doing here?!" You asked in a whisper-yell.

Eddie smirked, passing you an already lit joint that you took from him gratefully. "Well, I'd ask what you were doing here, but it was pretty obvious."

Asshole.

"Why. Are. You. Here?"

"To hang out. I came to see if you were busy." He disgustingly wiggled his eyebrows when he said the word 'busy' earning him a swat on the arm that he just laughed off.

"Relax. You're not the first person in the world to rub one out, y/n." Eddie laughed as he hopped back into your room.

You scoffed indignantly as he plopped himself down on your bed.

"You're intolerable," you chastised him, trying to ignore the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

Eddie noticed it too.

He grabbed your hand and tugged you onto the bed next to him. "I'm sorry, pumpkin, really," he said sincerely. "And if it helps, I can assure you you look a great deal hotter than me when I'm doing that."

Eddie chuckled, but the thought of it being him on his back on his bed touching himself made you squeeze your thighs together.

He plucked the joined from between your fingers and fell back on the bed.

"Y'know..." he mused after a while "I have always been curious. What do girls think about when they're, y'know?"

"Eddie!"

"What? It's just a question! Everybody knows guys have porn and nudie mags, 's that work for girls too?"

You rolled your eyes. "What am I? The female spokesperson? I don't know what other girls think about!"

Eddie turned on his side. His face was only inches from yours, his cocky grin had faded, he looked almost... bashful.

"So, y/n" he said lowly "what do you think about then?"

Your breath hitched in your throat "Eddie..."

"Y/n..." He teased, but as he caught your pleading look he threw up his hands defeat. "No, you're right. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna tell me, Y/n. I'll shut up about it now."

You should have felt relieved.

You should've just forgotten about this and moved on. But there was something churning low in your stomach. This pull that had been growing ever since Eddie started talking.

You should have been glad for the out, but that feeling in your stomach desperately wanted you to finish what you started.

"Do you really wanna know?"

Eddie's pupils dilated almost imperceptibly. He nodded.

"Do you really?" You whispered. "Because this feels like the sort of thing that's going to make you look at me differently once I say it."

"I hate to break it to you, y/n, but seeing you fuck that gorgeous little pussy of yours on your fingers has absolutely already done that."

His dark eyes were unbearably close to you as he whispered "Tell me. Please."

You swallowed harshly. "I, usually, think about you, Eddie."

His eyes darkened and the sound that came out of his mouth was practically a growl.

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Would you tell me about it, pumpkin? What you're thinking about when you're touching yourself? Please?"

His voice was thick with restrained desperation.

Seeing him like this made you feel more confident. You were slowly gaining back some control over the situation.

"Or I- I could show you. If you want."

Eddy nodded so fast you thought his head might pop off. "Only if you want to, pumpkin."

You nodded too. "I want to."

And with that you tugged the cord of your robe loose and shrugged it off.

You watched Eddie's eyes tracing you as you laid back against the headboard.

"You are so gorgeous" Eddie mumbled.

His breath hitched as you tentatively stroked your hand over your exposed stomach.

"I... I imagine that it's you, running your hands all over me. Touching me."

You trailed your hand over your panties, teasing yourself.

"I think about you kissing me. Here. And here. And here." You trailed your fingers over your neck, down your chest and your stomach all the way down to your clit.

You slowly pushed your panties down your legs, watching Eddie's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you.

You traced slow circles on your clit. "I imagine the cold of your rings against my heat."

"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hissed.

He was palming himself through his jeans, rutting his hips against his hand slowly. "Please don't stop."

"I wonder how your fingers would feel inside of me," you said as you pushed one of your own fingers in. "Think they'd feel better than my own. Bigger. You'd stretch me out just right, Eds."

You ground your hips against your hand as you added another finger. You were really getting going now.

"Always thought you'd be really good at this. Think about it sometimes when you play the guitar, wonder how else you could use those wonderfully skillful fingers. I think about you fucking me silly using just those fingers."

Eddie groaned. He was having a really hard time restraining himself.

"Eds?"

"Yes, pumpkin?"

"Wanna see you. Wanna see you get yourself off with me." You whined.

"Shit, baby, you're gonna kill me." Eddie moaned.

He tugged his shirt over his head and undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxers to give his dick some desperately needed room. He had been painfully hard against his jeans.

You moaned when he wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing himself at a furious pace to relieve at least some tension. "That's it, Eds. Want you to cum with me."

You curled your fingers to hit that spot inside of you that made your stomach clench. "Do you think about me too, Eds? When you're touching yourself?"

Eddie nodded furiously "Yes. God, yes, Y/n. You're practically the only thing I ever think about."

He was spurred on by the strangled moans that fell from your lips. "I think about that gorgeous little mouth of yours taking me so well. Think about splitting you open and making you scream. God, you'd be so pretty all fucked out. Drive me absolutely nuts thinking about you."

You could feel the pressure building inside if you, just a little more and you'd explode. "Eds, I'm so close," you whined.

"Me too, pumpkin. Talk me through it, baby, please."

You nodded. "I fantasize about you fucking me, about your dick buried inside of me. Pounding into me till I can't breathe. I think about you filling me up with your cum, all hot and sticky. Or I imagine you cumming on me, just covering me in it, claiming me."

"Jesus, Y/n" Eddie groaned. "Fuck that's so hot. Could I - could I do that? Cum on you?"

You nodded. The thought of him cuming on your stomach made you see stars.

You worked your fingers into yourself faster, grinding your hips along with the motion. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum," you yelped.

You felt your orgasm wash over you like an electric current, your walls clencing around your fingers as you shakily rode out your high.

Eddie could have sworn he'd died. The sight of you throwing your head back, shuddering. Your back arching of the matras as your pussy swallowed up two of your delicate fingers... Not to mention the litany of moans and gasps that left your body.

If this wasn't heaven heaven wasn't worth the trouble.

Eddie couldn't hold out any longer. With a loud groan, he spilled all over your stomach. The warm, sticky liquid dripping down your smooth skin.

The sight of it was enough to pull another moan from the both of you.

Eddie dropped down next to you, reduced to a panting sweaty mess. "Holy shit, that was..." He shook his head slightly, unable to describe what had just happened in mere words.

"Yeah," You sighed.

"Who knew you had such a mouth on you?" Eddie chuckled. "Never would have guessed my little pumpkin had such a dirty, dirty mind."

You felt your cheeks heating, suddenly slightly embarrassed by your vulnerable state.

"You know I love that dirty mind, right?"

You rolled your eyes at Eddie's goofy smile. "You do?"

He nodded. "I honestly didn't think I could like you anymore than I already did, but you're just full of surprises."

"You're a dope," you chuckled.

"But you love me," he winked, making you blush.

"Hey, pumpkin?" Eddie's face was suddenly only inches away from yours again.

"Yeah, Eds?"

"Can I kiss you?"

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misserabella · 1 year

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bestfriends dad!joel !!

my dad’s best friend

joel miller x fem! reader

summary; you liked your dad’s best friend. and also liked to grab his attention.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, age gap (reader is over 21), teasing, sexual tension, piv sex, unprotected piv sex (guys don’t do this and wrap it up), fingering (r receiving), tit play, hickeys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talking, praising, praise kink, use of pet names like baby girl and princess instead of y/n, squirting…

you knew you shouldn’t feel this way about your father’s best friend. it was wrong, to look at him the way you looked at him. for fucks sake, he was years older than you. but you couldn’t help it. couldn’t help to stare at his strong big arms as he worked on his farm. or squeeze your thighs when he’d raise his voice while questioning intruders.

it was sick, this infatuation that you had over him. sick the way you moaned his name out loud at night when your dad would be out ‘till late. sick the way in which you’d wear short clothes when you knew he’d be around. walking around your house with the tiniest of pijamas on those summer nights when your father would invite him over for a drink.

since the very first day, when you had met him at your 18 years old, you had felt something shift in you. you’d never really been interested in boys as you grew up. and it wasn’t because they weren’t cute. jackson guys were cute, you’d hooked up with a few of them. but they weren’t him.

him and his chocolate brown eyes, him and his dark hair graying from the rough years on his shoulders, him and his broad shoulders and beautiful yet rare smile.

he had what every other person seemed to be lacking. he was the first person who made you blush, or had you sleepless, even the only one who had made you feel those stupid fucking butterflies. even now, years later.

it was stupid. ‘cause you were 30 years younger than him. and you knew he’d never make a move on his best friend’s daughter. who he had known since before the outbreak. —it had been a real emotional surprise to not only meet once again with his brother, but his best friend too when he had arrived at jackson 5 years ago with a little sarcastic teenager that you now adored—.

but you still prayed that he would look at you. craved it.

your father had gone away to the next town in search of supplies. it would take him the whole weekend to get back. and as always, no matter how old you’d get, he would ask joel to come and check on you. it was late afternoon when he knocked on your door. you were on a simple white sleeveless shirt and a pair of blue cotton panties. your hair was down and perfectly brushed, and you smelled like soft fruity soap.

“hi joel.” you smiled, and opened the door for him so he could enter.

“hey honey.” he smiled, and you laughed, letting him in. “how was you day? missing pops yet?”

you rolled your eyes. “you shouldn’t have come. my father is just overprotective. i’m fine on my own.” you filled up a glass of whiskey and refilled your own, passing it to joel.

he accepted it, and took a swing.

“well it’s not a problem for me. i worry too.” he shrugged and you scoffed.

“joel i’m a big girl, i can take care of myself.” you said.

“i never said you couldn’t, darling.” he smirked and you tried to hide how your cheeks slightly flushed. “what were you doing? reading?” you hummed, getting back to the sofa where you had been sitting.

“yeah. ellie lent this comic about an spaceship. it’s not bad.” joel tried not to look at your ass as you gave him your back and hummed. “how was your day?”

he shrugged. “nothing worthy to talk about.”

“saw dina and ellie today.” joel sat beside you, facing you just the slightest with his legs spread wide. “they seem to be doing good.” he chuckled.

“yeah. dina’s really nice. and ellie likes her. a lot. but they are a menace together.” he sighed and you smiled.

“and why is that?” he shook his head, grunting and you nudged him. “come on.”

“it’s just that they keep trying to set me up with someone. they say the house feels too big for just me alone.” your breath hitched in your throat at his next words. “maybe they’re right…”

“well? have you got anyone in mind then?” you inquired and he sighed.

“i do.” you heart jumped. “but it’s complicated.”

“how so?”

“ ‘cause she’s beautiful, and smart, and sweet… and young. much younger than me.” he sighed and your heart hammered against your chest. “and well… i’m on my late fifties, and i can’t compete with the boys her age.”

“joel, stop. you’re amazing, and handsome. i assure you there are a lot of women fawning over you. you should listen to them when you work on the farm on summer and it’s too hot to wear a shirt.” you bit down on your lip, looking at the exposed patch of hair on his chest that peeled through the unbuttoned buttons of his green shirt. his eyes focused on you, and his vision went fuzzy, ‘cause fuck, he could see your nipples through your little shirt. “or when you’re surrounded by the kids of the town… they are really clear about how badly they want you to give them a child.” you smirk, and take a sip on your cup. “have you ever told her that you actually like her?” you muttered and he shook his head, trying to not stare at your shiny lips. ‘cause if he did he couldn’t help but think about them around his cock. and it would be a disaster if he got hard in front of you. but he couldn’t ignore anymore the fact that you were staring at him like you’d actually love to get on your knees for him.

“well… there’s this thing…” you hummed, and tried to hide the little shake the electricity that went through body when his warm calloused and big hand fell on top of your naked thigh. “is that his father… might actually kill me.” you blushed, and you eyes shone.

“oh yeah?” you inquired, eyebrows arching, and he leaned closer, taking your cup to push them aside.

he hummed. “i guess no father would like his daughter getting fucked by their best friend.” his breath was hitting your lips, and his eyes were stuck on the alcohol wetting your bottom one.

“and where’s her father tonight?” you teased, and he smirked.

“not around to catch me kissing his daughter.” he said before his mouth was on yours, kissing you with a need and desire that had your legs trembling and your heart shaking. you moaned on his lips, opening your mouth for his tongue as your hands tangled on his hair and his hands tugged from your hips to sit you on his lap.

“joel…” you whimpered when his fingers dug on your ass, kissing your neck and thrusting you against his cock.

“fuck. been wanting to do this for so long baby… had me going insane with this tiny clothes of yours, looking so beautiful every time i come around. you’re just waiting to be fucked, aren’t you?” you nodded, whining at the feeling of his lips on your neck. one of his hands pulled from your crop top, letting your tits spill out for his mouth to latch onto. “prettiest tits i’ve ever seen.”

his free hand pushed inside your panties, fingers soaking wet.

“joel…” you moaned when he groaned.

“you’re so fucking wet baby…”

“need you please. i need you…” you whimpered.

“shhh. patience baby. need to stretch you out for my cock first.” you moaned when two of his fingers pushed inside, easily sliding in due to how soaked you were. your mouth hung open as he started to fuck you with his fingers. they were so fucking thick it almost hurt, but it hurt so good… “that’s it.” he smirked, kissing your jaw. “taking my fingers so fucking good… atta girl.” you moaned. “you liked that baby? like it when i call you my good girl?” you nodded, riding his fingers, which now thrusted against your g spot.

“joel… please…” you whimpered.

“please what, hm?”

“please fuck me, please…”

he cooed. “ i will honey, don’t worry. i’ll fuck you so good you’ll be dripping for a week.” you moaned. “gonna stretch your pussy out, princess.” you nodded as you helped him unbutton his jeans, whining when his fingers slipped out of your cunt. pre cum was dribbling out of the tip of his cock by the time it had sprung free, resting against his lower stomach, and you were aching for him to fuck you. he was big and thick, with veins on the sides and the prettiest red tip. you were drooling to have him in your mouth and choke on it. you’d dreamed about him fucking his dick down your throat so much… “why don’t you rise up your hips for me, hm princess?” he inquired you, and you quickly followed his request. “that’s it. atta girl.” you moaned when he aligned himself to your pussy, the tip gliding through your folds. “gonna let me fuck you raw, baby? cum inside of this pretty cunt of yours?” you nodded and he groaned, moaning with you when he slowly started to slide inside. your nails dug on his shoulders. ‘cause it hurt. but you didn’t want it to stop. you needed him to fuck you full and stupid. “so fucking tight.”

“fuck, joel…” you whimpered, already feeling so full even when he hadn’t finished settling himself inside.

“so good… being such a good girl for me, darling…” your back arched at the feeling of his lips on your nipples, sucking and biting on them.

by the time you had fully sat down on his cock, the tip was hitting your cervix and leaving you completely cock drunk on top of him. little moans were leaving your mouth with every one of his thrust, his hands pulling from you up and down, groaning at the incredible feeling of your wet warm walls.

“pussy so good. shit. you’re mine now, baby. best pussy i’ve ever had.” he sighed, slowly fucking into you, watching your tits bounce with every jump. “if only daddy could see you now, baby. see how his little girl is letting me fuck her in his own fucking house when he’s gone… fuck.” you moaned, your hips now harshly grinding against him in need, your mind completely gone by this point. you only could think about riding him, making his cock reach deeper and deeper inside of you, of him cumming and filling you up to the brim.

tears were brimming your eyes. “joel…” you cried, your cunt squeezing his dick at his words and making him grunt. “harder.” you begged, and he groaned against your neck. “i need it deeper.”

his grip on your hip bones was painful, but he was giving you what you had asked for.

“joel, fuuck!” your whimpers and moans were coming out slurred by the animalistic pace in which he was pistoning his cock into your cunt. you were gonna cum. you were gonna cum so hard and soon that it was embarrassing. but you couldn’t help it. “i’m gonna cum! imgonnacumimgonnacumimgonnacum!” you babbled out, panting by the time one of his hands had reached down in between your bodies to rub at your clit.

“cum for me baby. cum for me.” he grunted, sucking a hickey on your cleavage. and he didn’t have to ask twice. you screamed as you reached your high, feeling your walls spasm around his dick over and over again as you rode out the best orgasm you’ve ever had. “that’s it. fuuck. so good ,baby girl. shit. you’re gonna milk my cock dry.” you moaned, whimpering when in a quick movement he laid you on the sofa and took a hold of your legs to push them against your chest and continue fucking your brains out.

“joel!” your voice was sore and dying due to your loud moans and whines, your orgasm growing until the point where you couldn’t take it anymore and felt yourself squirting all over his cock and stomach. he moaned.

“fuck. i’m gonna cum, baby.” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“inside. cum inside please.” you pleaded.

“yeah? you want it inside, pretty girl? want me to fuck you full of my cum? fuck a baby into you?” you were muttering ‘yes’ over and over again, dizzy on your high, which seemed to never finish. “fuck. i’m cumming.” he grunted, with two more thrusts spilling himself inside of your tight cunt and painting your walls with his cum. you let out a pathetic moan when you felt it. wanting him to fill you over and over again.

he was whimpering and panting in your ear, fucking you both through it and later falling into your arms, leaving his dick plunged inside to make sure no drop of his cum would come out.

“i guess this means she likes me too…” he muttered against your chest and you clicked your tongue, playfully slapping him on the back and making him chuckle. you two laughed.

and maybe…, fucked a little more.

a/n; sorry for the waiting, hope y’all liked it! 🩵

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kiiwiigii · 8 months

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Table Sex

Emmett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Emmett make the most of your alone time... unfortunately for Esme's table.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Cuteness

Word Count: 1.7k+

Requested?: For Kinktober!

Playful and happy table sex with Emmet like it'd be so sweet but also definitely result in a broke table 🤣

A/N: That poor, poor table.

I gave a small shriek as I did my best to out maneuver Emmett, which considering how big and burly he was, wasn't all that hard. However, he did have the advantage of speed, which I sorely lacked. I was only human after all. It wasn't long before I felt his giant hands catch me around the middle, swinging me around in a backwards bear hug.

"Okay! Okay! I give!" I giggled.

He twisted me around, lifting me up by my bum as I wrapped my legs around his waist and draped my arms around his neck.

"I told you that you couldn't escape from me." He grinned up at me, nudging my chin with his nose. "Now, what's my prize."

He gave my buns a little squeeze and I wriggled and gasped, pretending to be scandalized.

"Why Mr. Cullen! What makes you think you win anything?"

"Ooh, Mr. Cullen. I like the sound of that." He wriggled his eyebrows at me, to which I just rolled my eyes.

"You know what I like the sound of? Freedom. Now put me down, you heathen."

"Not till you tell me what my prize is."

I looked into his golden eyes, doing my best not to become mesmerized, a battle I was quickly loosing.

"Me." I sniffed, looking away rather snootily and trying not to smile. "What else would you need?"

"Perfect."

He was practically purring and my heart leaped a little in my chest. That purr usually signaled some rather… intimate activities and I looked back at Emmett with narrowed eyes.

"Emmett." I warned.

"Yes?" He replied innocently as he began to walk toward the dining room.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that everyone else is out hunting for the weekend." He began. "And I have my beautiful girl all to myself. Completely alone."

Emmett sat me down on the dining room table, keeping himself wedged between my legs as he wove his hands into my hair and tilted my head back to kiss me. I giggled, letting my hands drop down from his neck to grasp at his shirt. Which I would very much like to see gone. As if reading my mind, Emmett broke the kiss and leaned back for a moment, swiftly removing his shirt. I barely had time to admire his muscled torso before he swooped back in and kissed me again.

His cool tongue swept across my bottom lip before delving into the heat of my mouth, and I couldn't help the moan that bubbled up from inside me. I could feel him grin against my lips, giving me a playful nip. I let my hands wander across his rock hard skin, the iciness sending goosebumps through my body, my nipples tightening and begging for attention. Emmett's hands cupped my neck, his thumbs stroking across my jaw softly before exploring further downwards and cupping my breasts.

I sucked in a breath, whining a little as he gave my nipples a light pinch through the fabric of my shirt and bra.

"I think you are wearing far too many clothes, Y/N." He whispered, nipping at my ear.

"Funny," I breathed. "I was thinking the same of you."

"Hands up, baby. Before I rip your shirt off you."

"You wouldn't dare."

There was a sudden tearing sound, and my mouth popped open to see that my shirt had been ripped right open, exposing my rather lacy bra. Emmett eyed my chest greedily, licking his lips. I just glared up at him as he went to grope my breasts.

"You know Alice is gonna kill you right?"

Emmett stopped, his hands in midair as his eyes went wide in horror.

"I… I obviously did not think this through."

"No. No you did not."

"Maybe I should start running now." He smirked.

"Don't. You. Dare." I hissed at him, grabbing him by the neck so he was eye level with me once more. "You're going to finish what you started. And then you can fuck off into the wild blue yonder, and if you're lucky, you might avoid Alice's wrath."

Emmett snorted, bringing me in for a soft kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

He kissed me deeply, his hands slowly peeling off my shredded top and my bra following along with it. His icy hands kneading my warm flesh before pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I let out a small gasp, my head falling back to expose my neck, which Emmett took full advantage of, his lips latching on and sucking. There would be bruising hickeys there in the morning, and I was certain Emmett was purposely leaving them in places where they could easily be seen.

I dug my nails into his skin softly, and suddenly I wished I was already a vampire, just so I could leave marks along his back, laying my own claim.

I felt his hands finally trail their way to other areas, one around my back and the other to cup my soaked mound through my shorts, rubbing me rather harshly with his thumb. He then kissed his way down my neck, licking and nipping until he found my nipple, sucking it into his mouth with one long swift move.

I gasped, my back arching of its own accord, silently willing Emmett to touch me more. His hand continued to rub my mound, my clit getting just the slightest bit of stimulation from the combination of the jean material and the lace of my panties rubbing against it.

"Fuck." I moaned, threading my fingers through Emmet's hair, letting my hips begin to gyrate against his hand.

Emmett groaned, biting my nipple gently before pulling back and holding his fingers to my mouth. I took them without a second thought, eyes widening when I tasted my arousal on them. I had soaked through not only my panties but my shorts as well. His eyes darkened.

"I don't think I can wait much longer, love." His voice had gone husky with need.

"Then don't," I replied, my tongue snaking out between his fingers.

Emmett growled, lifting my ass off the table and pulling my shorts and panties off swiftly, followed by his own pants and boxers. My eyes widened at the sight of him, hard and erect, just for me. He lifted my legs, pulling me right to the edge of the table. He didn't even bother trying to stretch me out before the home run. He simply slid right into me, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

"Emmett!" I groaned, my head falling forward onto his chest.

"Sorry, babe. I can't help it."

"Bullsh-"

I yelped as he thrust into me, setting a pace that was fast and hard. Just the way I liked it. I let out a little gasp with every thrust, the very tip of his cock brushing along that sweet spot that had me seeing stars. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Emmett had me flat on my back against the table, and he leaned all the way forward to nip at my lips and jaw. I shuddered beneath him, letting out a ragged moan as the new position caused the heat in my belly to coil, tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Emmett's hands were everywhere, stroking along my thighs, reaching to pinch and pull at my nipples, and even one hand finding its way to the juncture between my legs, rubbing and swirling around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my pussy.

I could feel something happening, something building up inside of me and I couldn't hold back the moan when it finally crested. My pussy clamped down on Emmett's cock, grinding down on it as I let the orgasm hit me full force, my body shaking with the intensity of wave after wave of pleasure.

"That's it, baby." He breathed, eyes darkening. "Keep coming for me."

"Emmett." I whined.

My body was almost electric as he continued to pump into me and I could already feel the coil beginning to tighten up again, the warmth turning into an almost unbearable heat as he continued to hit my sweet spot. I panted, pulling his lips to mine.

Emmett's next thrusts were almost brutal, slamming me down onto the table and driving himself even deeper into me.

"Fuck!"

The coil snapped again, and this time Emmett came with me, the coolness of his seed bathing my walls and dripping out of me. Suddenly Emmett was catching himself before he collapsed on top of me.

We both paused, breathing hard, and in that moment we both heard a rather ominous creaking. Emmett had just enough time for his eyes to widen before the poor table collapsed from underneath us, sending us both crashing to the floor, him still buried inside me.

For a moment we were too stunned to move.

And then the laughter set in.

I was honestly surprised it hadn't collapsed sooner.

I was completely red with embarrassment but I couldn't stop giggling. Emmett slid out of me and picked me up, careful of the debris and my delicate skin. He held me in his arms, chuckling as he assessed the damage. The table was completely ruined beyond repair, only halfway standing on the other two legs that hadn't given way to our rather… rigorous love-making.

I finally calmed down a little, my cheeks hurting from the silly grin on my face.

"Forget Alice. Esme is gonna skin you alive."

Emmett immediately stopped laughing, looking at the table with wide eyes.

"Fuck."

Suddenly I was standing alone in the dining room, and not even a second later a fully dressed Emmett was back and helping me dress in some of his clothes, since you know, he ripped mine. I spotted the suitcase next to the door and looked up at Emmett quizzically after he helped me into on of his shirts.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Yeah." He muttered, genuine fear in his eyes.

I raised my brow at him.

"Esme would actually skin me alive and I'd rather not experience it."

Emmett started ushering me out to his Jeep and I just stared at him.

"You're at least gonna clean it up right?"

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bettysupremacy · 10 months

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The Cheerleader Curse

summary When you randomly show up at Eddie’s table, he takes your presence more malevolent than you intended

w/c 1.3k

a/n requested here!

Carol groans as Tina’s new boyfriend squeezes the meat of her hip. Turned away, he’s locked in a conversation with his teammate beside him.

“It’s sweet.” You defend.

“It’s nauseating, is what it is, I’m trying to eat here.” She takes a fry from your tray casually, popping it into her mouth.

Your nose scrunches, kicking her under the table with your white cheer sneaker. “Don’t be a bitch,” you take a handful off Tina’s boyfriends tray, dumping them onto hers. “Take his.”

She laughs loudly, biting into another one.

Tina’s boyfriend Derek turns, confused at the loudness of Carol’s laugh. “Girls.” Tommy shrugs, covering up your misbehavior. He too steals a fry from Carol’s plate, slinging his arm around her when he’s fit the whole thing in his mouth.

Tina’s shoe nudges yours. “You coming to my party this weekend?”

You dust your hands, chewing on a fry thoughtfully. “Um,” you swallow. “I think I have plans.”

Tina and Carol share a look. A dramatic, exasperated, look. “We never get to see you anymore.” Your best friend whines.

“You know we miss you at the parties.” Tina follows in suit.

You nod, understanding of their annoyance. “I just,” you sigh. “I promised I’d bring the boys to this the arcade, and we usually don’t leave till midnight.”

“Can’t Steve take em?” Tommy steals another fry. Carol swats him in the chest. “What?” He chews. “Boyfriend tax.”

“Steve works the late shift.” You shrug. “And it’s my weekend.”

“My weekend.” Tina imitates. “Why does everything always fall on your weekend?”

You frown, wary of the fallout between your friends. “He’s going through a lot.”

Tommy rolls his eyes, but his thoughts are kept quiet.

“He is.”

“We know,” Carol mumbles. “We know.”

Tina scrunches her nose at the interaction, unaware of the events that ripped Tommy, Carol, and Steve apart. “Well,” She shrugs. “If you get off the hook early you can show up.”

You nod, reaching down to pick your bag from the ground at the mention of the boys. “Of course,” you push from your seat. “I’ll be right back, don’t miss me.”

“We will.” Tina takes a fry from Derek’s plate. He doesn’t seem to mind.

The walk over to the boys table isn’t embarrassing, but it is uncomfortable. Your mind spins the whole cafeteria looking at you, wondering what is she doing? Why is she associating with them.

You flick Mike in the head when you reach. He doesn’t seem to mind, flicking your knee, but you look up guiltily anyways when you hear Eddie scoff.

“Hello?” He huffs, annoyed. This was a first. Sending a girl to do the terrorizing instead of Jason. Maybe he was absent, maybe he called you and asked can you do me a favor?

“Hi,” you nod at the older boy. You don’t know his age, but you where you are a first time senior, he is not. You don’t like the glare he fixes you with, sitting, waiting expectantly, like you’ll do something.

He’s pretty in his own way. Soft brown eyes, big curly hair. Any girl would be quick to swoon at his usual easy flirt personality.

Or maybe that’s just you.

You smile at him anyways while Dustin looks up from his picked at lunch tray.

“Hi, buddy.” Your warm hand glides over the Dustin’s cool forehead. He fusses as you smooth his curls.

“Stop,” he swats with the coolness of a teenager.

Eddie nearly jumps to scare you away, and he could. Dark black eyeliner, enough silver to shine a mile away, he’s easily intimidating. Especially when his face holds this expression of expectant distain.

Your eyes crinkle at Dustin’s flustered embarrassment. “How’re you, kid?” Its directed towards Mike and Dustin.

“Been better.” Dustin huffs at the same time Mike shrugs a fine.

You nod, hands stuffed into the oversized pockets of your varsity jacket as you roll on your heels. “You have Biology next?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Dustin shoulders droop.

“You normally love that class.”

“Not today,” he sighs, sickeningly morose as he looks up at you. “Can’t find my book anywhere.”

You frown. “That’s not good.”

He doesn’t react to the bluntness of the statement. “Tell me about it.”

“You check under your bed?” You tilt your head.

“And my moms.”

“Your backpack?”

“First place I checked, obviously.” The end of the sentence comes out with less attitude than he meant.

“Hmm,” you hum, Dustin doesn’t notice the glint in your eyes that Eddie does. “My car?” You smile.

His shoulders drop, relief and embarrassment mingling together clashingly. “You bozo.”

You pull it from the shoulder bag you currently carry. It thuds to the table loudly, but nobody outside the table seems to notice. “I know, you’re welcome.”

“Thank you.” He snatches the book quickly.

You smile. “Nobody’s trying to take it from you.”

Settling into your spot, you watch as Dustin shoves his book into his bag carelessly, and ignore the upset feeling of Eddie looking at you over the younger boys back. Searching the expression, you can’t find anything nice in it. Your tummy flips uncomfortably. “Well,” you nod to Dustin. “Don’t die before biology.”

“Noted,” he salutes, and you have to stop yourself from wrinkling your nose in cringe. Teen boys.

Eddie notices of course, his guard standing strong.

“Wait!” Dustin panics before you fully walk from the situation. “Steve can’t pick me up today.”

Harrington? Eddie thinks. The fuck is Dustin doing with Harrington?

“You need a ride?” You offer, but not really offer, cause you won’t let him decline.

“That-“

“I can give you a ride,” Eddie interrupts loudly, standing from his plastic seat. His fingertips push into the cold, sticky, table. “I’m not doing anything after school.”

And it’s not that you don’t trust Eddie, but who lets their children get in cars with strangers? Especially strangers in scary looking band tees.“Oh, it’s fine.” you look down at the geeky teen below you. “Right, Dustin?”

The younger boy nods. “It’s cool.”

“No, really,” Eddie continues, doing what he thinks is a favor to Dustin. “it’s no problem.”

Mike giggles from where he sits.

“Dude,” Dustin laughs confusedly. “It’s cool.”

And Eddie sits back down.

“Meet me at my car.” You point at the boys. “Don’t be late.”

And with that you turn, all the way back to your preferred table.

“That was weird.” Eddie laughs uncomfortably when you’re out of hearing distance. The whole table looks at him silently. “What?”

“We’re friends with her.” Mikes eyes zoom in. Eddie sweats.

“Didn’t you see her glare at me?” Eddie’s eyes scrunch in confusion. “And when have we ever associated with that group?”

“We’ve been through shit.” Dustin shrugs. “She’s cool.”

“And Harrington.”

Dustin shrugs again, hesitant with his next words. “He’s cool too.”

Jeff laughs loudly at Eddie. “You’re looking for a reason to be paranoid.”

“You sure your weed is clean?” Gareth chimes in teasingly.

“Fuck off.” Eddie sighs slumping in his seat. His eyes eyes lead back to you as the boys move on. He saw you glare. “They’re like a curse.”

“Who?” Gareth laughs.

“Them.” He waved dismissively towards you. “The cheerleaders.”

“She was nice.” Jeff shrugs.

“Nice until they’re not.” His head shakes seriously.

“Nice to look at.” Comes in Gareth quickly.

Jeff high fives him under the table, but Eddie ignores. The Cheerleader Curse.

A good campaign name.

“I don’t think Eddie likes me very much.” You sit back down at the table.

“The freak?” Carol asks. Tina side kicks her, shaking her head in don’t be mean.

“Yeah,” Your bag drops to the floor. “He was looking at me weird.”

“Maybe he wants in your pants.” Tommy shrugs, unconcerned. Carol swats him again.

“Gross,” She rolls her eyes. “But I did hear he has a reputation.” She pauses, glancing back at him. “Somehow.”

You look up at your friends. “What kind of reputation?”

“I heard he sleeps around.” Carol shrugs.

“I heard,” Tina chimes in, leaning into the group. “That he sells drugs in the woods.”

“He does.” Tommy shrugs. “He’s weird, but his weed isn’t shit.”

Tina sits back. “What’s his price?”

The conversation gets placed on back hold in your mind. Briefly, you debate looking back, ultimately turning to peek over your shoulder. What couldn’t he like about you? Had your nonexistent interaction turned him off of the idea of getting to know you?

For some funny reason, the thought sits in your gut uncomfortably.

“You good?” Carol reaches over the table to lightly pinch your arm. “We gotta call the Nurse?”

“No.” The shake of your head is adamant. “No, m’good.”

“Seriously,” Tommy shrugs. “He’s just weird, don’t let it bother you.”

You nod placid. “Yeah,” Your eyes flit to Eddie, before back to your friends again. “You’re right.”

“That’s my girl.” Tina’s knee knocks with yours.

You smile convincingly, nodding to your friends words. It’s hard for you to focus after that, mind clouded by the mean boy 6 tables away. You don’t look back again, don’t peek.

And somehow, Carol can see right through you.

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tsxkkis · 10 months

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# random relationship stuff w/ haikyuu

a/n = i finally have more time to write and i'm gonna use it as much as i can before school starts

with = karasuno 3rd years (daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, asahi azumane, kiyoko shimizu)

warnings = a teeny tiny bit suggestive for daichi, like one swear word? nothing else.

daichi sawamura

"haven't we forgotten anything, love?" daichi's voice echoed from inside the bathroom, hurriedly brushing his teeth as he tried his best to button his shirt at the same time.

he was as stressed as ever at this moment. you planned this trip together almost two months ago now, and yet it felt like he left everything for the last minute.

he loosened up when he felt you wrapping your arms around him from behind, a sweet kiss left on the back of his neck as you drew small circles with your thumb, calming him down.

"we still have an hour till the train comes, daichi." you whispered, gently smiling at his reflection in the mirror. "the train station is a five-minute walk from here. no need to rush, sweetheart."

daichi's heart almost melted hearing the nickname fall from your lips. unlike him, you were never big on using pet names, but you would do it from time to time, especially if it was to make him calm down. and, to no surprise, it always worked on him. this time was no different; a big, warm smile crept onto his face as he turned to face you, his hands swiftly finding their way to your waist.

he leaned in, gently pulling you closer to him, with little to no space between your bodies as his lips captured yours, and you could feel the tension leaving his body with the kiss.

"there's no need to panic." you murmured between kisses, your right hand going up to cup his cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. "i love you, daichi, but we need to find a quick solution to relieve your stress sometimes."

an idea popped into daichi's head, one that he definitely shouldn't think about, and you quickly caught up on what he was thinking, slapping him on the shoulder.

"hey! i didn't mean it that way. weirdo."

the boy laughed, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and smiling at you, a sight that always made your stomach full of butterflies, no matter how long you've been dating him already.

"i know, love." his hand reached out to gently ruffle your hair, gaining a huff from you in response. "it'll be hard to recover from the amount of stress kageyama and hinata gave me over this past year."

a chuckle left your lips as both of you exited the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed, your eyes roaming around his room, tidy as ever. of course, it would be. daichi would never leave his room dirty before leaving for a longer time. he loved when everything was shiny and clean, and his room was a perfect depiction of that.

"we can go there earlier if that'll help calm your nerves more." his head turned towards you as he heard your suggestion, nodding quickly as an answer. "i'll buy us something to drink before we get there."

he gave you a knowing look, and you were ready to hear what he was about to say, his taller figure standing up, fingers intertwined with yours as he gently helped you get up, his other hand already grabbing your suitcase.

"love, if you think you're paying for anything on this trip, you're very wrong."

sugawara koushi

"honey, i think you messed the recipes up." sugawara stopped in his tracks at your words, a terrified look on your face as he turned towards you, his smile dropping in an instant.

he wanted to do something nice for today. after all, meeting your parents for the first time is a very important situation; one that requires a lot of effort from him to make himself look good in their eyes, so that when he leaves they can congratulate their kid on how good of a partner they found for themselves. so, to appear as a great boyfriend material, baking a cake for your family would be the right think to do, right?

wrong.

"what do you mean?" he mumbled the words, the bowl of cake batter in his hands, ready to pour it into the form. you smiled at him, taking a few steps towards him, your hands gently grabbing his and putting the bowl down on the kitchen counter.

"koushi, how many eggs did you add to the cake?" your question echoed through the kitchen, and he felt a wave of embarrassment go over him as he realized just how big of a mistake he made. his face turned a bright shade of red as he looked down, an awkward smile finding its way onto his face.

"four." sugawara whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, a sigh escaping your lips right after. he didn't expect to hear you laugh right after, a short, rather quiet laugh escaping your lips as you leaned in towards him, ruffling his hair.

"you messed up the proportions, suga." your words sounded gentle and warm, no signs of disappointment or annoyance in your voice, which he greatly appreciated. "it was supposed to be two eggs for that amount of cake batter."

a frown appeared on his face, a wave of sadness hovering over him as he realized that his best attempt to impress your parents had just failed. he took a deep breath, exhaling loudly before looking up at you, his expression making your smile drop.

"i just messed up my chance for your parents to like me." he mumbled, both of your hands resting on his arms as you slowly rubbed circles with your thumbs. "what am i supposed to do now?"

"honey, they already love you."

you laughed softly, hand caressing his hair as you smiled at him, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to explain just what you meant exactly by your previous words.

"they had to listen me talking about you so many times, i think they know more about you than you do about yourself at this point." she giggled, seeing as his eyes slowly lit up hearing her explanation. "i even showed them pictures from some of our dates. they're amazed by how much of a gentleman you are, and i had to listen to my dad blabbering about how he finally has a future son in law material. you don't have to do anything to make them like you, believe me."

relief washed over him like a wave of fresh air as sigawara let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, a sweet smile appearing on her face. he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, a silent thank you for helping him with his overthinking, very simple but also very meaningful for the two of you.

"i'm glad to hear that." he said, his signature smile back on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. "i am still buying flowers and chocolates for your parents on our way there, though."

you laughed, your hand squeezing his.

"alright, mr. gentleman."

asahi azumane

"here, let me help you with that." asahi popped up on your side the moment you entered his house, the sweetest smile ever gracing his face as he quickly took the bags from your hands, carrying them towards his room.

his mom let you in a few minutes ago since the brown-haired boy was currently occupying the bathroom at that time, and she knew that if she hears the doorbell on a weekend afternoon, the only person who could be standing behind the door was you. it was a tradition of some sort; every weekend you would stay over for the night, preparing a list of movies to watch with sugawara until you're too tired to keep your eyes opened.

"what genre are we watching today?" his voice reached you from behind the doorframe as you walked towards his room, grabbing a piece of your hair that just wouldn't stop falling down in front of your eyes. seeing the big grin on your face as you entered his room, the list of movies you chose opened on your phone, he already knew what the answer was.

horror movies.

they were your favorite, of course you'd use every possible occasion to watch them with your boyfriend. except that meant that asahi had to pretend like he definitely isn't scared of whatever is happening in the movie.

he was good with slasher movies. they didn't scare him almost at all, only making him jump a bit here and there if there was an overly bloody scene with too much gore. but paranormal horror movies with ghosts and demons? that was a whole different story.

and as if he just ran out of luck, that was exactly what you chose for today.

fuck.

both of you were sitting down on his bed, asahi's head resting on your arm as he did his best at pretending that the happenings in second installment of the conjuring franchise didn't scare the absolute shit out of him. your eyes were focused on the screen, laughing when a very obvious jump scare happened in the movie.

you turned your head towards your boyfriend only to find his face absolutely pale, the color of his skin reminding you of that of a dead body. reaching for the remote to pause the movie, your hand went down to his to give it a gentle squeeze, a concerned look on your face.

"you know, i would laugh at how scared you got, but you genuinely look like something just sucked the life out of you." your words were quiet, a hint of humor in your voice as you gently smiled at him. "we don't have to watch it, if you don't want to."

asahi quickly shook his head.

"i know you really wanted to watch it with me." he said, an awkward laugh escaping his lips as his hand went up to scratch his neck, his hair getting in the way as he decided to let it loose for today. "i'll survive it for your sake."

"you're the sweetest, azumane." you leaned in to gave him a quick peck on the top of his nose, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "if you get through this movie with me, i'll get you a thousand kisses."

his eyes lit up at your words, a big smile growing on his face, as he suddenly seemed to be very determined to watch it.

"let's continue the movie, then. i can't wait to get my reward."

kiyoko shimizu

"can you give me your hand for a second?"

kiyoko adjusted the strap of her tank top, which seemed to fall from her arm when she was focused on her work, a small yet genuine smile on her face as she turned to face you. her hair was tied up in a high ponytail in an attempt to make the hot weather a little less unbearable.

you stood up from the bed, putting your laptop down as you walked over to her, sticking your hand in front of you the whole way, even though she could only grab it once you were already at her desk.

it was something that you always loved about shimizu; the two of you didn't have to necessarily do something together to enjoy each other's presence. of course, there was no end to cute dates like picnics or going to every single cafe around town between you two. but sometimes what you enjoyed most were the moments where you two could just sit in silence, both occupied with your own things, yet still deciding to find a way to do them together.

"what're you up to this time, hm?" your voice sounded soft, your eyes roaming around the black-haired girl's desk which was full of different charms, beads, and whatnot. even though it all seemed to be a mess, you managed to distinguish the two color stories that she chose for her next craft.

her free hand picked up what seemed to be a bracelet, one she hasn't finished yet, her other hand grabbing the other end carefully so as to not let any beads fall off. you observed closely as she put it on your hand, wrapping it around to measure if she got the length correctly. you didn't miss how her smile grew just a tad bit more as she realized she measured it perfectly, a satisfied huff coming out of her lips.

"give me two minutes, and i'll be ready to show you." she adjusted the glasses on her nose, hand gently squeezing yours for just a second before she turned back to her work, grabbing a few additional things from the desk. you smiled, leaning over her chair to watch what she was about to do, eyes carefully scanning her every move. normally, kiyoko would hate if someone just stood over her like that and interrupted her peace, especially if she was busy doing something.

but it was different with you.

a bright smile appeared on your face as you saw the finished product, eyes sparkly at the sight in front of your eyes.

"i wanted to make them for a while already, but i never had enough time for it." she explained, carefully putting one on your hand, and one on hers.

the bracelets were beautiful. she specifically picked beads in your favorite color to make them, using similar ones for hers so that you'd be matching. it was only when your hand got close to hers that you realized the best thing about them; a heart charm, which both of you had half of on your bracelet, magnetically coming together whenever your hands were close enough.

if shimizu thought your smile couldn't grow more, you proved her wrong, smiling so much that it almost hurt your face. so close to each other that she could feel your breath on her face, you quickly closed the gap, planting a quick, sweet kiss on her lips.

"you're the best girlfriend i could ever ask for, you know?" you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. kiyoko smiled at you, nodding slightly.

"yeah. i know."

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kissforyouu · 10 months

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pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : college boy!jungkook , fwb , situationship LOL , confusing relationship

warnings : angst , fluff (a lil bit) , smut , boob play , protected sex , aftercare , situationships (trigger warning.)

inspired by August - Taylor Swift

a/n : haiii this is my first ever story on tumblr so😭😭😭 hopefully u like it LOL tysm for reading

u can read pt. 2 here

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"You're so adorable, it makes me want to throw up." I roll my eyes at his comment, feeling offended at the term he used but also feeling the flutter of butterflies forming in my stomach. "Throw up? why throw up?" I look away with the brightest smile in my face. "Throw up in a good way. I'll throw up sprinkles and glitter all over you", his nose scrunches up, his doe eyes shining big and bright. They were staring right into mine, although I was trying my best to not look at them. "Hey, look at me", his hand grips on my chin as he raises it up to make me lock my eyes with his. I can't stop smiling, neither can he. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my lips. I watch his lips smack against eachother before they landed right on top of mine. Giggling into the kiss, my fingers caress his jaw gently as our lips continue to dance on eachother. The sound of our lips smacking on eachother, our pace growing from gentle and slow to rough and passionate, and the small whines I let out in the middle of the kiss were all we could hear.

"J-jungkook...", his name leaves my mouth in a small whine. He hums into the kiss, his long fingers now tangled in my hair. His hand travels down to my shoulder, then to the strap of my top before he lazily pulls it down. Then the other strap. The kiss is still ongoing, very sloppy, I don't know how I still haven't pulled away to breath. I want to, but I don't want to let go of his lips. Jungkook's fingers pull down my tank top upto my belly, my breasts out and exposed for him. He pulls away from the kiss, both of us gasping for air. No, kiss me again. Kiss me till I run out of breath. No, don't stop even after that, keep going.

But he doesn't do that again, his eyes now fixed on my breasts. His big hands now on both of them, squeezing very tightly. I bring my lips in between my teeth, watching the way his hands engulf my tits in them entirely. "So perfect for me, baby" his thumb rubs over my nipple, pace gradually increasing. My hips thrust forward, feeling the heat grow right between my legs. His hands squeeze my breasts one more time before his spit lands right between them, his tongue then smearing it all over my chest. His eyes lock contact with mine as he licks, sucks and bites my breasts and nipples. I do nothing but grip his hair even tighter, my mouth falling open with small sinful sounds leaving my lips. "Fuck, mmh...I could come just like this", his lips work even faster after hearing my comment, head bobbing up and down on my tits. Fuck, was he going at it. His lips tug on my nipple, hand slapping my right breast repeatedly. He finally pulls away with a pop, a long string of saliva connecting my nipple and his lips. "Mm, fuck, that was good" his hand leaves a small squeeze to my waist.

"That escalated quickly" a heavy breath leaves my mouth. "Sure did, baby", his laugh echoes through my room. "Do you have anything to do right now?" His eyes scan my room, landing on the pile of books and papers scattered across my table. "I have some research to do, but it's nothing, I could do it later" I was lying, the research was due this friday and it was a whole lot to write and gather information about. But that didn't matter. Not when I was with him. It's foolish, really, I shouldn't be procrastinating my assignments because of him.

"You sure?" He raises his eyebrow as his fingers go through his hair.

"Yep" how could I say no to him.

He had me wrapped around his finger and he knew that so well. But that didn't matter. We were eachothers, right? I mean, we did almost everything together. We've been dating—talking—uh, I don't know, having sex?— for about two months now. But it's not just the sex. He checked on me, made sure I ate, bought me food, made me feel loved. We're basically dating. Although he never put a label to this.

"Alright, lay back down." His body hovers over mine, tall and broad shoulders showing off. The corner of his lips curl into a small smirk, his eyes landing on the very evident wet patch on my panties. I relax my shoulders onto the softness of my pillow, letting him take control over me. The pad of his thumb rubs over my clothed clit, slowly but too slow. I need more. I grind into his thumb, desperately. "Relax, baby. Be patient, okay?" The pace of his thumb increases before his index finger slides my panty to the side. "Fuck," his middle finger glides up and down my folds, my arousal spreading everywhere. I was so wet. I play with my breasts, watching his fingers rub my clit in the slowest most teasing manner.

"Please, want you inside... Now...!" I pull on my nipples, begging for more friction. A cocky scoff leaves Jungkook's mouth, his fingers drenched in with arousal leaving my clit. He plops them in his mouth, licking them clean. "Yeah, you want this?" His fingers grab mine, brushing them against his prominent buldge. My breath hitches at the feel of his dick, hard and ready to be out. I impatiently nod my head. I want him so bad. "Alright, since you've been such a good girl for me.", he presses a small kiss to my cheek. I watch him as he unzips his pants before taking them off, then finally his boxers. His erect cock springs out and hits against his abdomen. I'm staring. I know I am. "So fucking cute. You do that everytime I take my pants off", blush creeps upto my cheeks. "Shut up. Hurry up now, please." I was impatient and I didn't care about how desperate I sounded. Jungkook's smirk grows wider as he spreads both my legs wider, then placing a small kiss on my clit. "Want to eat you out so bad, but since you're so impatient, fine." He presses another kiss on the same spot before his fingers hook onto the waistband of my panties, pulling them down upto my ankle.

He pulls out a condom from his nightstand before rolling it on his dick. He wastes no time after, finally, I feel his dick run up and down my folds and smothering my arousal all over him. I gasp, feeling him enter my pussy. "S–shit, so tight, baby" He bites his lower lip "How many times do I gotta fuck you over for you to losen up, hm?" I wrap my fingers with his and lift my hips up, adjusting to his size. "Y-you can move now." My grip on his fingers tighten when I feel him start to thrust in and out. He starts off gentle. He was big. Very big. It always took me a moment to adjust to his size each time he was inside me. Jungkook's thrusts start to increase now, his sweaty forehead falling onto mine, his eyes glued onto mine. We couldn't stop looking at eachother.

I love you so much.

Everytime we got intimate, he would always look at me. He'd make sure he could see my face. Always. That felt so much more intimate, it felt as if this is just not sex, there's so much more to this. He loves me. He wants me. But why can't he just say it.

"Shit! Shit!" I moan out loud, the noises of our skin slapping and the smell of sex taking over the dorm room. Thank god my roommate was out. "You fill me up...s-so good! Don't stop!" I arch my back even more when his hand slaps my breasts harshly. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, DON'T—" his hand reaches down to rub my clit, roughly. My jaw falls open, eyes squeezed shut. Both our moans blend in together, creating some sort of harmony. "Fuck! Pussy so good!" I moan even louder at his remarks. "Cumming, mm! Faster!" My eyes roll back to the edge of the world, mouth open and wide as his pace fastens even more. I feel my body tremble slowly under him, feeling myself release all over. His thrusts fastens, his face buried in between my breasts. "Fuck, baby, almost t-there!" A grunt leaves his mouth before his body finally relaxes into mine. His full body weight now on top of me, Jungkook's body shudders as he cums into the condom. He still somehow makes sure not to fully crush me with his big physique. I pass my fingers through his sweaty hair, pressing a series of small kisses onto the side of his forehead.

Jungkook straightens his back, then pulls out with a moan. He takes off the now used condom before throwing it in his trashcan. My eyes are still closed. I don't want to open them, I'm too tired. But I do, right after I feel his lips kiss my eyelids. "Let's get you cleaned up?" He tucks my hair behind my ears. I nod, with a small smile, as he wraps his muscular arms around me. Then my body is no longer on the bed, but on him, as he carries me to his bathroom.

Placing me on the sink, Jungkook grabs a few tissues before slowly wiping me. He knows I'm really sensitive, so he takes his time to clean me, gently and softly. Each stroke soft as a feather, I relax into his touch. "Hmmm, jungkookie..." I moan, relaxed. He finishes cleaning me, then placing me on the toilet. "You need to pee." His ruffles my hair. I watch his naked body leave the bathroom, then the door closes. I pee silently, dreaming about the man who just fucked me rough a few minutes ago. Rough, but so gentle and caring.

After I'm done, I get out of the bathroom. Jungkook was on his bed, relaxed and back in his shirt. He gets up right away once he sees me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Jungkook handles me with so so much care, dressing me up in of my hoodies then gently placing me on my bed. I could fall asleep like this.

"Goodnight, y/n" He presses one last kiss to my cheek before he pulls away. His grip on my arm loses, then he fully releases it. I want to ask him to stay. Sleep with me tonight, please. I feel his figure leave my room.

It's okay. He'll come next morning. He's not the type to stay in sleep after sex. I mean, he's never done it.

My eyes flutter open at the sound of the notification from my phone, I immediately roll over to check it. I already know whom it's from.

jungoogie💌 : goodnight babie sleep well

you : i miss u

jungoogie💌 : thought u fell asleep?

you : no im awake rn 😆

jungoogie💌 : sleep

you : no i miss u

jungoogie💌 : me too, thinkin ab u rn. but go to sleep now, i'll see you next morning yeah?

you : okayy fine :( goodnight jungkook❤️

jungoogie💌 : goodnight baby

Without even realising, my feet was high in the air and I was giggling. He's so cute. I want to die. I force myself to close my phone, then I turn around and wrap my arms around my pillow. I imagine it's him, his big and muscular arms wrapped around my body and caressing my back to sleep.

It was the next day, around 12.30pm. No text from Jungkook – yet. It's okay, he'll text me later. He's probably busy. He did mention a few errands that he has to run today.

I pull my glasses up the bridge of my nose, continuing to type on my computer. I was at a café, not the usual one I go to, though. It was really cute, pink interior all the way. Baby pink walls decorated with flower vines and cute paintings all over. Just the perfect place to relax and focus on your work. It was calming here. The food was good too! Maybe I should come here with Jungkook next time.

Wait—Jungkook?

I quickly cover my face with my computer, tucking my beanie down to cover my face more. What was he doing here? I peak slowly, catching the sight of him and some girl. What. The brunette girl giggled shyly, her hand slapping against his chest in a teasing manner. Jungkook's nose scrunches up, his hand was on her arm. Fuck, I know her. Well, I don't know her that well, but I've heard of her enough to know about the small crush she has on Jungkook. They were so giggly, and she was obviously flirting with him. I don't know whether he was going along with it, or whether he was just being nice. Please, Jungkook. Back away, do something, I don't know.

But I thought we were something?

Alright, that's enough. I pull down the hood of my jacket enough to cover my face before grabbing my computer and the rest of my stuff. That's it. I don't talk to him, I don't look at him. I make my way out of the café without making myself noticeable to him. Not that he would, either way. He seemed way too into the conversation he was having with the girl anyway.

It was about 1.00pm now. Realisation was starting to hit me. Slowly, very slowly, what the fuck was happening. I sit on my bed, blankly staring at my room. Jungkook was at a café with another girl. Jungkook was at a café with another girl. Is this the errand he talked about? Is this why he hasn't texted me yet? Cause he was so busy going on a date with another girl?

My eyes scan around the room, thinking about all the things we've done in here. All the places he's had me bent over, all the places we laid cuddling, my table he'd be under to give me head while I was trying to focus on my classes. Fuck. My eyes slowly start to fill up with tears, the grip I had on my bedsheets tightening.

It's okay, y/n, maybe this is why he never put a label to your relationship. But I swear, I SWEAR, we were much more than just...I don't know, friends? friends with benefits? Fuck, I don't know. My chin starts to quiver, the tears finally releasing themselves on my cheeks. I feel them glide down my cheeks, one by one, then dropping down to my lap.

Fuck, I couldn't help but think of the time when Jungkook was in my bed, my head was buried in his chest as he was trying his best to comfort me. He's seen me at some of my lowest, my highest, and he still chose to do this?

What did she have that I didn't?

I flinch suddenly, watching my phone screen light up with text notifications. It was Jungkook, who else.

jungoogie💌 : hi babie, u busy? [delivered at 1.07pm]

jungoogie💌 : ... [delivered at 1.15pm]

wya baby

jungoogie💌 : y/n answer me?? u never leave me on delivered for so long? [delivered at 1.45pm]

jungoogie💌 : aight, im coming over. better keep the door open.

Aw, did it hurt his little male ego that I wasn't responding. Or was it the fact that he really did care. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe he was just using me for the whole entire 3 months we've spent together. Or maybe, just MAYBE, that girl was his cousin or something. Maybe he loves me and he did that to make sure he really loved me so that when he didn't really feel anything to the girl, he'd be sure that he loves me for real.

Y/n, you sound so delusional.

After a few moments of trying to calm my breathing down, it all fails and washes away the instant I hear his knocks on my door. They were calm at first, soft and gentle. But the more I ignored them and sat on my bed instead, the louder and rushed they got. I could hear him yelling at me from outside the door to open it.

jungoogie💌 : open the door

I sighed. Getting up I walked towards my door, hesitantly I grip on the handle, twisting it. The door opened, revealing a frustrated Jungkook. His tongue was poking his cheek, eyebrows furrowed. If I hadn't seen what I saw earlier, I'd get on my knees and suck the life out of him right now.

Jungkook glances at me then pushes me aside, gently, before walking in my dormroom. I follow him after closing my door. He lets out an annoyed sigh, "What was all that about?"

I didn't answer.

"You okay, baby?" Don't call me that.

I don't answer.

His eyebrows press into a thin line. He looked so mad and worried. Fuck. "Y/n, I'm asking you something. Answer me, please? Is everything alright?" I shook my head, pressing both my lips against eachother. I was looking away, I didn't want to look at him.

Jungkook sighs. He's had enough. He gets up from my bed, he's now in front of me with both his hands on the sides of my head. He raises my head up and forces me to make contact with him. "Talk", he demanded.

How do I start.

"Jungkook", I took a breath. He listens patiently, listening to me.

"What am I to you?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Huh?" I repeat my words once again. "You're my Y/n", he says. I scoff. Placing my hands on top of his, I release myself from his grip then back away. Is he being forreal.

"Where were you today? Enjoying your time at the café?" This time, Jungkook scoffs. Both his hands in the air, he laughs a little. "Really, Y/n? Is this what all this is about? About me being out with some girl?" Oh.

"What do you mean, Jungkook? Clearly you were enjoying your time with her!" I raise my voice just a little.

"So what? I can't hangout with a girl now? Oh, come on, baby." He rolls his eyes. He doesn't care. He doesn't care. Jungkook doesn't care. "Jungkook, you just–you can't just...go be with another girl!" I don't know how to put this, I don't know how to say it.

"Pfft, Y/n, it's not like we're dating, are we?! You aren't even my girl!"

I let out a very audible gasp, my breath hitching. It took less than a second for the tears to fill up my eyes and to overflow. I don't know how to say it but, I didn't like how he had the power to just break my heart into pieces from just a few words. And that's exactly what he did. My hands started to tremble a little. I hated how much affect he had on me. How he could make me feel better with just a word, and how he could make me feel ten times worse with just a word. I hated the affect he had on me. But I loved it at the same time.

I look at him, my eyes red and tears falling down my cheeks non stop. My face was already red, I assume. That's when he realised he fucked up.

"Shit... fuck, baby, I'm sorry, I—"

"That's alright. Get out of my room, please." My voice was shaking. But it was so calm and small. Almost inaudible but I'm sure he heard it.

"Y/n, listen, I didn't mean that. Let me explain myself."

The corners of my lips roll up to form a small smile. "Out, please."

"No, baby, let me explain this to you. I didn't mean anything I said—"

"God, Jungkook, please, I need space! Get out—"

His lips crash into mine, hands tugging onto my shirt. They felt so soft on my lips. His lips moved against mine, gently but so so passionately. And that's what I hated about this moment. I didn't want to pull away. What are you doing to me, Jeon Jungkook. With all my remaining strength, I add pressure onto his chest before pushing him away from me. His back hits the wall, he looked at me — frustrated, mad, sad, guilty. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to push him away at all. He looked hurt. But that's on him. He caused this. If he just explained to me without going that far, it would've been somewhat okay.

"I'm sorry, but Jungkook, just..." I take a deep breath. I hold my hands out, signalling stop. "I want to be left alone." He opens his mouth to say something, but stops. He just nods. Jungkook takes a few steps forward, but stops mid track to look at me.

"Call me? Or-or text me? Please." He says.

I don't look at him but lightly nod my head. I feel more tears coming in when I felt his arms wrap around my figure, pulling me into his embrace. He held me tight, really tight, as if he never wanted to let go. I could tell his heart sank down at me not embracing him back. I wanted to. But I didn't. Fuck, it was so hard not to.

Okay. Fine. Fuck you.

I slowly raise my arms upto his waist, wrapping them around his waist. I take a step closer to feel him even more, my face brushing against his hard chest. I could feel his heartbeat, fast, banging in my ears. His body felt warm and secure, as always, but I don't anymore.

You know what, maybe this is stupid. Maybe I shouldn't do this. Maybe I'm overthinking. But FUCK, no, it's him. His fault. He caused this. Right? If he just...I don't know...IF HE JUST...made his feelings clear. Put a label on us. Please.

I was the first one to pull away. My hands were now back on my sweater, tugging onto the ends as I nervously stared at the floor.

"Out." I watch my tear fall down to the carpet. I don't look up at him.

I feel his figure slowly walk out of my dorm, the last thing I hear being the door closing with a loud thud.

And that was my breaking point.

The second he walked out, I felt my knees wobble as I fell down to the floor. I don't have the energy to get up.

For him, maybe all of this was just us fooling around. Having sex. Nothing more. But for me, it was so much more different. I didn't want less, I didn't want anything more — but sometimes, I did. I imagined us in a relationship, dating, having the privilege to call eachother boyfriend and girlfriend — but even if it wasn't like that, I would've been okay.

To live for the hope of it all, cancelling my plans just in case you'd call and say "meet me behind the class". So much for the hope of it all.

Maybe, you were never mine.

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