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You Taste Divine - Seonghwa x reader
This is a part two to an ask from the wonderful @shinestarhwaa that you can find here!
Pairing: Seonghwa x reader
Summary: After avoiding Seonghwa for a week after what happened in the last car ride, he finally manages to get you alone with him. Well, mostly alone.
wc: 1.8k
AU: n/a
Genre: SMUT
Nets: @newworldnet
warnings:SMUT MDNI, no actual penetration but lots and lots of dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, pet names, technically exhibitionism?, it's in a car, possessive Hwa, use of the word cunt, slight threats, I think that's it??
After that incident in the car, you avoided Seonghwa for the next week, feeling embarrassed that you had woken him up, but also your brain now wouldn’t stop thinking about wishing he did more than just taste you off of his fingers. You knew the eldest member noticed your actions, and let it go for now, he’d get you where he wanted you eventually.
“Are you ready to go?” Hongjoong asked you, peeking into your room.
“I just have to grab one more thing and I’m ready!” You shouted from the bathroom attached to the room.
“Be quick about it, the cars are here.” He reminded you before walking away, you could hear his footsteps get quieter as he left.
You quickly grabbed the few things you were missing and stuffed them in your bag, heading out of the apartment, seemingly the last person to do so. You locked the door before making your way down to the car. You found, to your slight dismay, that the only seat left open was next to Seonghwa in the back. It would be different than the last time, since there was only room for the two of you. You’d be left alone with him and you took a breath in before hopping in the car and sitting next to the black-haired man.
“You can’t avoid me anymore.” Seonghwa comments, voice low enough so that you’re the only one to hear his words.
“Yeosang, how long until we reach our destination?” You asked the blonde who sat up at the front of the car.
“An hour.” He responded, before going back to scrolling on his phone.
You groaned, realizing you’d have to sit next to Hwa for the next hour, or more if traffic was a problem.
“What’s got you so frustrated darling? It couldn’t be me, could it?” Seonghwa said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he leaned in closer to you.
You shivered at his touch, making him smirk. He knew from your fleeting glances in the week that’s passed, ones that you didn’t think he saw, that you enjoyed last week’s tease immensely. You clung to Wooyoung and the others constantly since then, trying as best you could to avoid him, which was cute that you thought you could continue doing that. All it took was telling the others that he missed having you to himself, having missed out on his talks with you about Legos for them to let you sit with him today. You being the last one in the car wasn’t the plan, but it worked out for the best.
“It’s nothing.” You replied after a moment of silence.
“Are you sure about that angel?” He questioned further, his mouth inches away from your ear at this point.
You shivered and squirmed as he got closer, trying to pull away, but his grip on your tightened, not allowing you to.
“Ah ah ah, you don’t want to make the others think anything is wrong, now do you? You really want to explain that your slutty brain has been working so hard this week, plaguing you with thoughts of me? Then you’d have to explain exactly what happened in the car last week. Do you want to explain how much of a little slut you were? How you let Wooyoung play with you to his heart’s content, how you did it all without Sannie or Jongho noticing?” He whispered in your ear, his voice velvety soft but with an air of danger to it.
You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up as he talked. Fuck, he noticed. You didn’t think he did, but you were so fucking wrong. The idea of having to tell the others why you were trying to avoid their fellow member was hot but also terrifying, so you stopped your struggle to get away from him.
“Aww, cute. You’ve decided to give up your fight? I want to hear you tell me that you’ve given into me.” His voice was so soft, you almost felt lulled into a feeling of safety. A feeling that you’d be taken care of if you just gave in and did what he wanted.
“I’m not going to fight you anymore.” You spoke, your voice barely more than a whisper, and it made Seonghwa chuckle into your ear.
“Such a cute obedient bunny I have here.” He praised you as his arm that was wrapped around you moved to hold the back of your neck and you had to suppress a whimper at the placement of his hand.
His other hand made its way to your thigh, and either luckily or unluckily for you, you once again wore a skirt. So his hand landed on your bare thigh, and you bit your lip to stop any noise from tumbling out. In response to you holding in any noises, he squeezed your thigh, forcing you to bring a hand up to your mouth to stifle any noise for a second time. His hand leaves your thigh, grabbing the wrist of the hand that covered your mouth, pulling it away from your face.
“We’re not doing that baby, you’re just going to have to do your best to stay quiet for me, hmm?” He said, his tone saying he wouldn’t tolerate you trying that again.
You nodded, looking down at your lap since you couldn’t find it in you to look up at him or anywhere else. He let your arm drop to your side, his hand sliding down your side to your thigh once again, only this time, he pulled it closer to him. You thought he was going to slip his hand under your skirt like Wooyoung had done a week ago, but his hand stayed firmly on your thigh, only moving slightly higher up, like the idol was teasing you.
“Aww, you thought I was going to be like Wooyoung and fuck you here in the car, hmm?” He whispered in your ear, “I’m not like him. I’m patient, so instead how about we spend the car ride just like this.” He said to you, his hand moving to place itself on your inner thigh, with a strong enough grip that let you know you wouldn’t be closing your legs anytime soon.
“It’d be so fun to let the others go on ahead and stay here in the car by ourselves for a little while. I’d sit you on my lap and have you spread your legs for me, my hands roaming your pretty body. Teasing you by letting my hands wander, getting so close to where you want them, before pulling away. Making you so desperate that you whine and beg and plead for me to finally touch you. Once you’re on the brink of tears from it all, then I’ll touch you. But only feather light touches. You’d have to beg me if you wanted more than that. I’m sure a good girl like you would beg me so prettily for more. Am I right, bunny?”
You could only nod your head, fearing that if you opened your mouth to answer him, you wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent, your head becoming a muddled mess at the sound of his words. You couldn’t believe what he was saying to you, you hadn’t expected this, but you also hadn’t expected him to do what he had done last week either. Seonghwa was defying your expectations and you didn’t know what to do about it.
“Have just a few pretty words made your head go all fuzzy? Do I have that much of an effect on you?” He asked, knowing what the answer was, he just wanted to tease you more. Wooyoung wouldn’t be happy, but he should have made sure to sit in the car with you this time. Besides, you're his darling now, not Wooyoung’s, the younger member would have to realize that.
You were only able to nod in response, still unable to get your thoughts in order enough to speak. All you could think of was Seonghwa. If he kept speaking to you the way he was, you’d let him do anything. He continued whispering in your ear, planting thoughts of you and him in your head, telling you every little thing he’d love to do to you. Everything he’s wanted to do for years.
You kept trying to close your legs, needing the friction, his firm grip on your thigh prevented you from doing so. You almost whined when he wouldn’t let you get some release, a threat being whispered in your ear after you tried moving your hands underneath your skirt.
“If you touch your pretty little cunt, I’ll make sure you’ll regret it.”
You wisely kept your hands away from your pussy, not wanting to incur the wrath of the man next to you more than you needed to. Oh how you wished you had managed to sit next to Wooyoung this time around, it would be better than sitting here with Seonghwa. You’d at least get something out of it, rather than have to sit here and feel your head get fuzzier and fuzzier after each word he whispered into your ear.
You didn’t even realize you had arrived at your destination until Seonghwa let go of your thigh, letting you bring your legs back together. You looked at him confused, until he smirked at you.
“Darling, we’ve arrived. We have to get out of the car now. They’re all waiting for us.” He told you.
You tried your best to get out of the car, having difficulty because your mind isn’t in the present at the moment, still focused on Hwa’s explicit whispers in your ear. You almost trip getting out of the car, thankfully Yunho was there to catch you.
“Be careful! We don’t want you getting injured.” He said, looking down at you.
“I’m doing my best not to, just misplaced my feet.” You said, trying to brush off the incident.
“Yes, like Yunho said, be careful darling. We don’t want anyone getting hurt, let alone our sweet angel.” Seonghwa said, coming up behind you, a hand on your back as you stood up, the eldest member guiding you past everyone towards where they’re going.
“Be more careful bunny. Besides, if you got hurt, we couldn’t play, now could we?”
#newworldnet#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez smut#seonghwa x reader#ateez x reader#seonghwa smut#seonghwa imagines#park seonghwa
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open the blinds, let me see your face || gojo satoru x reader
synopsis: After the death of one of his former students, Satoru insists he's fine. He's lying.
word count: 1k
cw: canon compliant, teacher!reader, angst, minor character death, hurt/comfort, implied fwb relationship with gojo
a/n: reader is the same as in say my name and everything just stops (smut, please only read if you're comfortable with that)
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You stand by the door of the morgue, leaning against the wall, arms folded against your chest. Less than an hour ago, you received Ijichi’s report. Factual, direct, stern words. A curse was misclassed. The exorcist sent to deal somehow still managed to complete the job, but passed away as he was being taken back. It’s a story you’ve heard before; it’s a story you’ll hear again.
Except this time, you knew that name.
Of course, you have a good knowledge of most registered exorcists in Japan. Your job requires that. This particular exorcist, you hadn’t met personally — but you’d heard stories.
He was one of the students Gojo taught during his first year as a teacher at Jujutsu High.
You know he’s already inside, and you don’t want to interrupt him at a time of grieving, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away.
Just a few minutes ago, Shoko passed by you, giving you a polite nod. She looked tired, unlit cigarette hanging from her lips as she entered the room. You know it’s only a matter of time before she starts handling the body, which means any moment now, Gojo will come out.
You’re not sure what you will do, not really sure why you’re here. You suppose what it comes down to is that you don’t know that he’ll have anyone else. The idea of him being alone, at such a time, makes your heart ache.
So you wait.
It’s a few minutes more before he steps out. He looks the same as he always does: blindfold on, hair an elegant mess, shoulders relaxed. A smile forms on his lips when he sees you, with just an instant of delay, just a moment too late, and in a few steps, he reaches you.
“Aw, did you miss me already?”
His tone is light, his body language playful, in the way he leans forward to tower over you.
You know better than to buy into it.
“I came to check on you,” you say. “I got Ijichi’s report.”
“Ah, about that?” he asks, pointing towards the closed doors. “That’s handled, don’t worry about it. Unfortunately,” a heavy sigh, “I’m afraid I got some things to take care of now, so I’m going to have to cut this short.”
He pulls away so fast all you can do is blink, turning away from you to keep walking. You follow after him, struggling to keep up with his wide strides.
“I’m fine,” he lies without so much as glancing in your direction. “It’s not the first person we lose.”
“Satoru,” you say, and he pauses for a second, tilting his head to look at you.
“Aw,” he teases, “pulling out the ‘Satoru’? You’re really worried aren’t ya?”
Annoyance bubbles inside of you, but you know that’s why he’s doing this. It would be so easy to throw your hands up and decide that he is fine and you should just let him be.
Except if you do that, he’ll truly be alone.
“I am,” you answer genuinely. It’s the best way you’ve found to deal with this. Honest, direct answers, engaging with what he means instead of his tone or behavior. You watch him swallow, and you know you’ve made the right call.
“I’m fine,” he says, a little colder this time.
“Satoru…” you say again, reaching out to touch his face — except your hand stops, a few inches away from his body.
It takes you a second to understand what happened, and once you do, cold washes over you. Outside of sparring session, he’s never used the Infinity to shut you out. You’re aware that the spell is active at all times. You’re also aware that he can choose what he does and does not let in.
“I really do have to go,” he tells you, no longer playful, but he does nothing to move away.
You don’t remove your hand.
After a few seconds, during which neither of you move, he sighs, and the spell allows you in. Gently, your fingers brush against his cheek, and he leans into your touch, ever so slightly.
“I’m fine,” he repeats for a third time, voice even weaker.
There is no need for you to be the strongest right now,’ you want to say. ‘You get to be weak, too,’ you want to say.
“You don’t have to be,” you say instead, cupping his cheek and lightly stroking it. The moment feels fragile. This is not what your relationship is supposed to be — but then again, it had never been just sex, either.
With a trembling sigh, Gojo’s body melts into you. His arms wrap around you, he buries his face in your neck, and he relaxes fully. The hallway is empty except for the two of you, and on another day maybe you would worry about getting caught. Today, it doesn’t matter, and you just close your arms around him, and let him be.
When he pulls away, long fingers tilt your head towards him, only the fingertips brushing against your skin, as if you were made of porcelain and he feared breaking you. He kisses you oh so softly, a caress of his mouth against yours. You press your lips back against his, tilting your head back to give him a better access. It only lasts a second — a second during which you can feel him containing himself — before he takes a step back.
“I need to go check that there’s nothing left out there,” he says, composing himself once more. “But I’ll make sure to visit you when I get back, m’kay?”
He points a finger at you, and you’re sure he’d be winking, if not for the blindfold.
You roll your eyes and scoff, letting him put the mask back on. It’s not the first time someone he knows dies, it won’t be the last either. Everyone, in this line of work, has come to terms with that — but Satoru Gojo is one of the few who never gets a moment to grieve, before he’s needed elsewhere.
“If you must.”
“Oh, but I must, you’d miss me too much if I didn’t, right?”
“If you wake me up, I swear you’ll regret it.”
“A small price to pay,” he grins. “I’ll see you soon.”
He’s gone in the blink of an eye, and you’re left standing in the hallway, alone.
He was right. You would have missed him.
just a quick little thing, hope you liked it! please consider reblogging and commenting to support me if you enjoy my work and would like to see more of it ^-^
you can find more of my gojo x reader writing here if you're interested
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I kid u fucking not, im genuinely tweaking thinking about the jjk men, specifically nanami and toji. the complete polarity between them drives me insane.
nanami would treat you like a complete and utter queen. craving something only available across town? he's already in the car the seconds the words leave your pretty little lips. period causing your day to be less than perfect? heat pads, comfort foods, blankets, candy- anything you need will be at your disposable. he's a good listener, affectionate, doting, understanding, mature, he is a MAN.
and do not let him know about your sexual needs. mans will (responsibly) drop whatever he's doing to come satisfy you. put that pussy on his nose, let his tongue trace the insides of your tight, gummy walls, he loves it more than you do. let him drill into that pussy until you're both on the brink of passing out with you mewling his name, how good he is, how deep he gets, how much you love his dick, he loves it wayyyy more than you do. ride him to your heart's content, sloppy licking and kissing into his mouth because you know why: he loves it more than you do. he'll make love to you every night if you'll let him, and I have an inclination you would. I mean, who'd wanna miss out on the sweet vulgarities he'd purr in your ear while he rearranges your guts?
"my pretty girl, takin' me so well." he'd huff into your ear. your legs splayed out near your torso as he has you in your all time favorite position: the wonderful mating press. "ah, God," nanami hissed, face pinching with overwhelming pleasure. "you're squeezing me, baby..gonna make me cum.." he'd lift his head where it was tucked away in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, staring into your very soul with a dangerous mix of adoration and hunger. "want me to cum inside you, love? pump this pretty pussy f-full of my cum?"
You became his world and whatever his woman wants, she gets, no questions, no debate.
Toji, ohhhhhhhhhh TOji toji toji. He's my guilty pleausre, I swear to you. I've committed my heart, soul, and body, to nanami, I've claimed him as my jjk husband, BUT toji truly is my forbidden fruit. I have to fight actual demons not to imagine him pounding into me from behind, the side, upside down, up into me- in any way shape and form simply because feel like im being disloyal to Nanami :(
(mind you these are fictional men created by a Japanese sadist name Akutami Gege, I need to be committed to a mental institution at this rate)
AHEM, anyway, Toji is a blunt lover, and here's what I mean: (in my head) he may not be the best at communication or very good with his feelings, but he'll do his damndest to be upfront with you. he'll try his best to do what he thinks is best for y'alls relationship and with your help, he gets better at voicing how he feels. idgaf what you gotta say, he. will. spoil. you. yes, keeping money isn't something he's always been good at, BUT that all changed when he got with you. Mans made an entire savings account just for you. his money is your money basically; whatever you want is yours, no questions asked. he'd be your ride or die. no one gets to you without getting through that sexy, delicious, mountain of a man. he'll damned if he lets anyone even think about disrespecting his lady. he'll gladly rearrange their face, maybe even end their bloodline, if they're dumb enough to try. toji is...idk the hood nigga of jjk if u ask me, and if you think really hard, that's headcanon enough.
its one of the undisputed facts of the world that toji has that dawg in him. he will, happily, gladly, proudly, rearrange your insides, then give them a fresh paint job with his cum. he'd talk that nasty shit in your ear too while he's pounding you from behind.
"ohh, this pussy so good f'me, ma. so wet, so fuckin' tight....g'nna fuck 'er nice 'n good, maybe leave a baby in 'er too.” he'd growl, his tip bullying your g-spot at a punishing pace. "you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" he'd pull you back by your hair, keeping your back flush against his broad chest while his rough hand traveled down your navel so his thick fingers could torture your clit. "want a baby fucked into yer tight, nasty pussy. ohh im gonna fill you up baby. fill this perfect, fuckin' pussy..."
the forbidden fruit is toji fushiguro, you cannot change my mind.
this was mindless nanami and toji drabble because I need them, istg im tweaking bc maybe they aren’t so different…
#this was very self indulgent#might need to find my nearest psych ward after posting this#is it bad I want both of them at the same time?#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#jjk imagine#jjk nanami#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#jjk x black reader#anime smut#jjk x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#princessdelusionsᡣ𐭩
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hii!! this is so embarassing to ask because i never do this,, but by any chance do you have plans on making a continuation of the ybc x male reader fic? i enjoyed it like SO MUCH 🥹 i'd like to know more of reader's relationship with the characters, especially some of them who seems to be into him (akemi, kashima, tamura, toono? etcetc) 👉👈 more smut would be appreciated too heheh love to see the reader getting manhandled and all 🤭 thank you for your hard work by the way!! big fan of your works 💖💖
drabble...aftermath of YBC
FEATURING : AKEMI, TAMURA, KASHIMA, TOONO x male reader
Pls dont be embarassed to flood my inbox hahaha. i feel like my work is appreciated when they do. Thank you for reading my posts! I dont intend to continue on YBC since the manga itself is unfinished and i prioritise the plot of the original manga. Although i did promise a small fic somewhere in my old comments so heres a snack 🌭
Spanking, filming, talking, dubcon, small smut (not as much as the previous one)
(m/n) liked to believe that his life would continue as normal after that. Maybe he shouldn't really put his trust in those perverts. Akemi out of all people.
"Look here, (m/n)-chan~"
The blonde cooed, pulling the (h/c)'s face up to look at the camera in front of them. (m/n) only drooled, his body limp on the singular bed with Akemi humping his ass in the blonde's room.
The day before, was the revolutionary gangbang and (m/n) passed out, too tired to even clean himself but he awoke in the president's room. His body was cleaned and expected his lower half ached but he didn't expect the blonde to climb on top of him asking for seconds.
"Ahn! You're so- mmmff cute, (m/n)!" Akemi mewled, pounding his dick into the (h/c)'s ass, who was on his knees, his teary-eyed cock-drunk face facing the camera, giving his best lewd face with the bed creaking underneath them.
Akemi proposed for a video, wanting a memento of their special moment, albeit (m/n) was no longer a virgin, he reassured (m/n) that he was still as sensitive as one.
"Mmmn ughh unh-" (m/n)'s breath hitched, he fisted the sheets underneath him as his sore hole leaked lube and twitched every time Akemi thrusted his dick in. He was not sober, still drowsy from yesterday's pounding session but he let the blonde ravaged him, too tired to resist, and it was a win for him too.
Pushing his hips back, (m/n) weakly tried to fuck himself on the blonde too, the president laughing and kissing his back with encouragement. "You really are the best. Even better than us Yaribu!" Akemi licked and bit his neck, drawing out whimpers from the (h/c).
Akemi pulled out and quickly finished himself on (m/n)'s ass, making sure the camera caught view of his cum smeared all over the (h/c)'s bottom and dripping down his back. (m/n) whined, he wanted another round as Akemi leaned forward to grab the phone, pulling (m/n) up and shoving it in his face.
"Say 'not a virgin'~" (m/n) did not say it, only frowning and smacking the laughing blonde who delved into the former's previous request, making sure he recorded every single orgasm (m/n) achieved, his camera lens capturing his squirting cum-filled hole.
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Tamura was a bit nicer to (m/n) when it comes to sex. Although his mouth was foul, he was a cooperating person in intimacy. They were friends, maybe. But the (h/c) wished the fucker would shut up at times.
"Come on, senpai. Pretty sure you can go faster than that!"
They would fuck if they had run into each other, if his vice-captain wasn't by his side, of course. Tamura sloppily making out with (m/n) as they stumble somewhere private to satiate their lust, in this case, the janitor's closet.
(m/n) had tears slipping down his chin, whines from his throat as he rode the blue-haired second year. His knees scratched against the wooden floor, his ass slapping on top of Tamura's thighs and his anus swallowing the latter's veiny cock.
"Ahn ahn ahh ah! Mmff- I'm gonna cum! C-Cumming- soon-" (m/n) squealed as he squirted out ropes of cum onto Tamura's abs, his hole clenching around the latter who quickly thrusted up into the squirming third year. "Who knew you had this side of you!"
The second year kissed (m/n), his tongue shoved down the latter's throat before pulling out to mock him again. "You have such a neat face and a polite facade. You're the perfect slut!"
Slapping Tamura, (m/n) hissed in pain as the second year dug his nails into his waist. "Fuck you." Tamura licked his lips in excitement. "I like you." He purred, aroused at getting cursed at.
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Kashima was the sweetest. In sex and in person.
"(m/n)-senpai!" The first year ran to him, catching up at the other end of a hallway. "How are you today?"
He grinned and would suck up to the volleyball captain, wanting his attention from his other crush. Kashima would often try to run into the third year, crossing paths in the upperclass' hallways or passing by the volleyball gym. It was cute, to say the most, Kashima's little crush that is.
It wasn't so little when he was in other positions.
"(m/n)-senpai urmmff! I like you! Ngh mmngg-" Kashima held up (m/n) against the shower room, the (h/c) pulling him in when there was no one and they slobbered over each other, tearing clothes off and the first year was so passionate with him.
But (m/n) knew his mind would drift elsewhere. Toono, to be exact.
(m/n) panted, his arms around the ravenette's neck, his legs locking around Kashima's torso who was pounding his hips into (m/n)'s against the cold and wet wall. His eyes lulled back into his skull at Kashima's rough thrusts.
He knew there was something going on between Kashima and Toono, he saw it during the end of the gangbang. And he had no plans to interfere, only indulging in Kashima's affections for him as he doted on his kind kouhai.
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Toono was still embarrassed to face the third year, hiding away every time their eyes clashed and jumping into bushes if the (h/c) so happened to be walking by. It was annoying and amusing to the third year, the reaper who had brought him to the Yaribu's room.
But it was getting tired to see him running away.
"Stop being so scared of me."
(m/n) confronted the brunette, who cornered himself in the library when the (h/c) had only wanted to grab a book for his upcoming studies. Toono nodded wildly, agreeing with the third year. "Y-Yes! Of course, senpai!"
The (h/c) rolled his eyes. "I told you, I'm fine. It wasn't that bad, it was fun too!" "FUN???" (m/n) pressed his lips into a thin line. "Duh. It's a gangbang." "B-But, we're guys so-"
The captain grabbed his face and smacked their lips together, wanting to shut up the stammering brunnette. It wasn't the most morally correct action but it felt right and Toono wouldn't shut up about his oh so heterosexual-ness.
Toono was stiff at first before he began to melt into the kiss, his hands shaking as he gripped onto (m/n)'s shirt. The (h/c) pulled away, gazing down at the blushing first year. "You should stop talking about 'we're all men' stuff, okay? It's repetitive and a fib."
The brunette only nodded, in awe of the third year. (m/n) promptly left the starstruck Toono, as he ushered himself out of the library with a satisfied huff.
[END SCENE]
[unedited]
Afterthoughts :
The anime left out so many things in the manga i just speedrunned an hour ago. Like they did NOT look like twinks. I could not find a future with Shikatani, Itome, Yaguchi, Jimmy and Yuri for this specific scenario, like they would not gaf, especially Itome who would definitely plan to murder (m/n) at one point.
With said, I would not be writing for YBC (except for that one user rq i forgot the username to) not until Kashima and Toono finally get together properly. I LURVE KASHIMA ARGH.
Sorry for those who's seen the cropped out fic for this and im aware i did not put my 100% for this mess. I dont think i can write properly any time soon and I just realised I'm terrible with requests haha. Think im gonna focus on my ocs more. Had so much fun with those aus.
BONUS :
Daisuke grasped his captain's face, licking (m/n)'s lips as they stumbled onto the desk of the empty classroom. "I can't stand it. Seeing you with them." The (h/c) felt shivers run down his spine as Daisuke pulled his uniform off. "It just happens. Thought nothing would change."
(m/n) gasped out, his body lying on the table as Daisuke pressed himself on top of the (h/c), his heart racing and his hands shaking. "I was furious. Furious at them for harassing you. But I never thought you'd go to them." "People are making a big fuss out of my virginity. It's just sex- mmff!"
The (h/c) covered his mouth as Daisuke shoved his hand into his pants, fondling and pressing his crotch. "You are everything to me, (m/n). Everything I could ever wish for." Daisuke kissed his captain's neck, pulling off his own shirt.
"You are the pinnacle of my sins and greed."
(m/n) felt his heart was beating so fast, his hands groping the ravenette's chest as he opened his legs further, helping Daisuke shuffle his pants off. "Should've told me sooner." He mumbled, licking and biting Daisuke's neck.
"I was waiting for you first." Daisuke snapped back, pulling (m/n)'s face and shoving his tongue against the latter's, making out passionately, drool slipping out from the corner of their mouths.
"It's my fault then?" The captain teased, his mind getting hotter as he bucked his hips against Daisuke's. "No. I could never blame you. It's those stupid perverts."
(m/n) laughed as he cupped the pouting ravenette's cheeks. "You have no one to blame but yourself." He winked at his vice-captain. "Then let me make up to you." Daisuke grinned, his body pressing more against the twitching (h/c), only the evening sun baring witness to their ludicrous confessions.
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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Dateables]
🕷 pairing: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon x f. reader
🕷 summary: You’re gifted a pair of panties from your boyfriend, so you wear them for him.
🕷 wc: 2.9k
🕷 warnings: pet names (baby, babe, love), mentions of MC being queen (I like the idea so oh well), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), masturbation, fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, mention of horns for dia and barbatos, upskirt, marking (hickeys, biting), quickie at RAD, the heels stay on, choking, creampie, cum eating
🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!
🕷 date: May 1, 2024
Diavolo
Diavolo looked for any excuse to get out of doing paperwork alone in his office. It seemed that Barbatos was ready to stop him and redirect him to his office any time he tried.
The only time he had to himself was at night when he was winding down for bed. Even so, Barbatos would check on him after his bath to assure the Demon Lord would stay put.
Sometimes Diavolo felt like a prisoner in his castle but he knew it was for his safety now that the Demon King was still in his slumber.
Diavolo sat in bed with his back resting on his headboard. Barbatos had retired for the night and Dia read one of the manga Levi had insisted he read. He was just getting to the climax when your familiar sparkle lit up his bedroom.
“Diavolo!” You grin as you kick your heels off your feet and head for his bed. You strip your top and skirt before climbing in beside him. “I missed you so much.”
“Ah, my future queen, I have missed you as well,” Diavolo smiles sweetly as he kisses your cheek. “It’s always a pleasure when you come around.”
“I wanted to see you in your office but Barbatos wouldn’t let me in,” you pout as you straddle the Demon Lord. “He said I would distract you.”
“Barbatos was correct in his assumption,” Diavolo chuckles as he grabs your hips. “I would have laid you on my desk and eaten that pretty cunt of yours until all the demons in the land heard you scream my name.”
Diavolo doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his lips meet yours. His hand grips the back of your head as the kiss deepens.
You moan, grinding on his cock. Your tiny black and gold panties don’t stand a chance, already soaked and ruined.
Dia groans, mouthing at your neck. He sucks his mark that you’ll proudly flaunt in RAD until it fades and another appears in its place. Nobody would dare tell the future king it was inappropriate to mark the future queen as he saw fit, and even if their jealousy consumed them, Diavolo’s wrath was too much to face straight on.
Even Barbatos would keep his mouth shut.
You gasp when your back meets the soft comforter. Diavolo's eyes sparkle with mischief as he kisses his way down your body. His plush lips leave feather-light kisses on your heated skin, making you moan when his teeth scrape your hip.
“Diavolo,” his name spills from your lips easily as his teeth take a tiny strap off your hip. He pulls on it and then does the same to the other side as you raise your hips when he bites the material in the middle to drag it down your thighs.
You spread your legs for him and he wets his lips as he throws your panties on his bedroom floor, forgotten. He palms his cock as you place your hand between your legs, a finger dipping into your arousal before rubbing your clit.
Diavolo watches you hungrily before he grabs your hips and tugs you toward him. His tongue meets your cunt, a low growl escaping him.
He curses, unable to control himself as he shifts. You giggle as his horns appear and your hand weaves in his hair, fingertips brushing a thick horn.
“Don’t go starting something you can’t finish,” he warns as he meets your gaze between your pretty thighs. You smirk, arching into him as you tug his hair to guide him back to your soaking wet cunt. Diavolo licks and sucks on your clit while you moan his name, head thrashing on the pillow as your legs lock behind his neck.
Diavolo grinds his hips into the mattress in need of some sort of stimulation, cursing when he gets too close as you cum on his talented tongue.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he demands as his fingers slide into you. You moan as you dig your nails into his arm, your other hand buried in his thick tresses.
“Diavolo!” His name is a sweet cry for all to hear as your legs tremble at his side. Pleasure consumes you, drowns you, destroys you, and all Diavolo does is smile.
Barbatos
Barbatos enjoyed having a floor entirely to himself. He kept it quite tidy and it gave him privacy once the Young Master headed to bed.
“Snooping?” Barbatos' voice startles you. You nearly fall off the ladder you’re on, hand wrapped around a small bottle filled with tea. The perfect penmanship on the label reads Sparkle Tea.
“I wasn’t!” You protest immediately as you set the jar down in its rightful spot.
Barbatos hums but saves his lecture for another time. It was only natural that he would stoke your curiosity after mentioning the wall of teas he had for you.
Besides, on his way to help you down safely from the ladder, he’d gotten a clear look under your skirt.
“I see you’ve gone for an indecent look today,” Barbatos states as your cheeks flush with heat. You ignore him as you take a step then another as his gloved hand rests on your lower back to guide you.
“Is it indecent when you’re the one who gave these panties to me?” You ask as you take his hand to lead him to his bedroom for some privacy.
Once in his room, you take off his gloves and lead him to his bed. You kick your shoes off before climbing in, tugging him with you by his shirt.
In his bed with you is the only time Barbatos can relax. He doesn’t have to be as proper as he is with everyone else and it’s a privilege to see him so relaxed as you straddle him. His hands plant themselves on your hips as you tug on the buttons of his shirt to rip it open.
“Sweetheart, you surely seem eager this evening,” Barbatos smirks as you kiss his neck, biting when he chuckles at you.
Barbatos sighs happily as he feels your lips press kisses on every bit of his exposed chest. Every kiss comes with a soft, I love you. It makes his heart happy to hear you say it over and over.
Sharp nails cut through your skirt shortly after, making you gasp. Barbatos chuckles as he tosses the useless clothing to the side before tearing through your top and bra.
You don’t have a chance to react before he sits up. His hand grabs the back of your head to pull you closer. His gaze locks on yours, your noses brush before he kisses you.
Your hands settle on his shoulders, moaning when he tugs you flush against him. His free hand moves to your ass, squeezing it before chuckling darkly.
Your hand moves between your bodies, fingers dipping into your cunt, biting back a moan when you rub your clit for a few seconds before unbuttoning Barbatos’ pants and tugging down the zipper.
Barbatos eyes you hungrily as you take his cock out, stroking him with your wet hand. He moans your name softly, hips rising off the bed to thrust in your hand.
You kiss him as you line his cock up at your entrance and take it.
“Fuck!” Barbatos exclaims as he weaves his fingers in your hair before kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours.
You ride him slowly at first, hands clutching his torn-up shirt. He’s so thick and long, he fills you deliciously and it makes your eyes roll back as you bounce on his dick.
You’re sure your panties are ruined but Barbatos seems pretty pleased with himself for getting them crotchless. It was hard to undress completely when you were both so desperate for each other.
There’s not a lot of free time during the day for Barbatos while he waits hand and foot for the Young Master but with the collection of panties he’s got for you, perhaps a quickie here and there won’t be too much of a distraction.
“Barb,” you gasp when he falls back onto the bed, holding your hips tightly before he anchors his feet to the mattress and thrusts upward.
Your tits jiggle as he bounces you on his cock, cursing your name as you rub your clit and cry out for him. Barbatos licks his lips, tugging you down to him so he can kiss you.
Your hand reaches for his horns and he growls, holding your hips down as he cums, stuffing you full just as you fall apart. You whimper, your orgasm washing over you unexpectedly.
Your thighs tremble, soreness hitting you as you slowly ride him through your orgasm. Barbatos holds you close, not caring that his pants are a mess.
It takes a few minutes for you to separate. Barbatos lies you in his bed as he gets a bath for the two of you. He holds you close as he takes his time washing your body and you whisper I love you.
Simeon
Silence filled Purgatory Hall. Simeon used the time to read, and write, and now he was drying his hair after a long, hot shower.
He wasn’t expecting to see you on his bed wearing one of his shirts.
“Hi, baby. What are you up to?” Simeon asks as he places his towel on the back of his desk chair. The towel wrapped around his waist makes your mouth water.
“You’d know if you answered your D.D.D. but I called you to let you know I was coming over,” you explain as you pat the spot beside you.
Simeon sits down on the edge of the bed. He grabs his D.D.D. and scrolls to the messages he’s missed from you.
[Baby💖]
Hey, can I come over?
[Baby💖]
Babe?
[Baby💖]
Are you at PH?
[Baby💖]
I wanted to show you something 😘
[IMAGE]
[Baby💖]
I’m coming over, Simmie 😘
Simeon looks at the photo, eyes immediately filled with lust before he discards the device on the nightstand.
“You’re wearing them right now?” Simeon asks with a raised brow.
You scoot back on the bed, lifting your shirt and spreading your legs. Simeon eyes the white panties he gifted you, and his face flushes red. They look even better on you than he imagined.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he gets on his knees to crawl toward you.
You giggle when he grabs your ankles and tugs you toward him. He kisses his way up your legs, placing them on his bare shoulders.
His hands grip your hips as you sit up on your elbows to watch him. He kisses one side and then the other before he kisses the middle.
“Simeon,” you sigh happily as he rolls you over onto your stomach. He gently moves the panties to the side before he kisses your wet cunt. His tongue teases you, lewd noises escaping the two of you.
With one hand he tugs the towel off his body, stroking his cock in his hand as he continues to eat you out. He slurps, licking his lips before he slides two fingers into you.
Simeon groans when you clench around him. He curls his fingers, pumping them in and out to draw the sweetest sounds from you.
It doesn’t take much longer for him to make you cum for him. After all these years, he’s finely tuned with your body, recognizing the signs of your impending orgasm enough to send you over the edge.
Simeon licks his fingers clean before he grabs his dick and strokes it. He bites back a moan as you arch your back, begging him to fuck you.
“So needy tonight,” he chuckles as his hands grab handfuls of your ass.
“Simeon!” You whine when he smacks your ass before you beg him to fuck you.
Simeon smiles as he grabs his cock in his hand, moving your panties aside as he runs the head on your cunt. You’re dripping wet, soaking his cock generously as he continues his actions. You huff his name, frustrated and needy.
“Alright,” he laughs. “I get it.”
Without another word, he slides home. He curses and then looks up to ask for forgiveness. You don’t notice as you fuck yourself on his dick while he’s momentarily distracted.
Simeon takes over, fucking you deep. You moan, biting the sheets to muffle your cries of pleasure. Simeon fucks you hard and fast, his hands grabbing every inch of your body within reach.
Your name escapes him as he turns you on your side and raises your leg. You hold his hand, turning your head to kiss him while he fucks you slower, grinding his hips as you suck on his bottom lip.
You moan into the kiss, your legs shaking as you cum wrapped around Simeon. He praises you, fucking you through it before he slides out.
He moves you onto your back as he settles between your legs with his cock in his hand. He bites his lip as he strokes himself, your panties soaked through.
Simeon moans your name, his eyes fluttering shut as he cums on your panties, right in the middle.
He pants as he locks eyes with you, leaning down to kiss you.
“Wait till I show you the next pair,” he grins as he kisses you again.
Solomon
Solomon was still getting used to Purgatory Hall. He had forgotten his book, gotten lost, and was now running late to meet you for your study date. He hoped you could forgive him for his tardiness. Perhaps he could make it up to you later on by baking you those cookies you like so much.
After five minutes of apologies from Solomon, the two of you got to study.
You would dedicate an hour for your course and an hour for his before heading to HoL for dinner.
Solomon had offered to walk you home, so you allowed him to carry your backpack as you wandered the nearly empty halls of RAD.
A few students walked around the building as they headed home and you led Solomon down an empty hallway. He followed you bewildered as you checked to make sure the hall was clear before lifting your skirt.
Solomon cursed as he spotted the black lacy panties he bought for you. They looked better than he could have imagined.
Without another word, Solomon takes your hand and leads you inside the first empty classroom he spots. He shuts the door quietly before pressing your chest to it. You catch yourself on your hands, giggling.
“Sol!” You gasp when he grabs your skirt and hikes it up. His other hand grabs your ass, squeezing it as he admires your body.
“We should have gone home first,” Solomon muses as he traces the waistband of your panties.
“No time,” you grin as he rips the crotch of the panties open and drops to his knees. Your knees buckle, your high heels making you stumble forward as you grab the doorknob to steady yourself.
Solomon smirks as he kisses your thighs, spreading your legs further before his tongue licks up your wet cunt.
You moan softly, hoping RAD is clear to avoid getting a lecture from Lucifer or worse, Barbatos.
Solomon works you into an orgasm soon after, making you bite the palm of your hand to keep quiet as he fucks you open with his fingers. He smiles to himself as you moan his name pathetically when he sinks his teeth into your ass cheek.
“Such a shame,” Solomon whispers as he looks at the tattered pieces of your panties. “They were so pretty.”
“Solomon, baby please,” you beg as you arch your back further. Solomon laughs gently as he undoes the button of his pants followed by the zipper.
“So needy for this dick, huh? Couldn’t wait until I got you into bed and fucked you in ways you’ve only dreamed of before?” His words make your body tingle as he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides when you don’t answer him.
“Y-yes,” you stutter as you meet his heated gaze. “I want you.”
Solomon kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as he slides home. The stretch is delicious. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“That’s it, baby,” Solomon grunts, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he looks down. You meet each of his thrusts.
Solomon laces his fingers with yours as you rest it on the door, with nowhere to hold onto it. You want more, you say so and Solomon rewards you. His lips find your shoulder and then your neck as he kisses and bites your skin.
Solomon bends you further, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it as your thighs tremble and your heels make you teeter. Pleasure consumes you, burning your body from the inside out as you orgasm.
“Fuck, love,” Solomon grits his teeth as you soak him. Your little escape from this room will have to turn into a quick pop to his instead. He can’t risk anyone catching the two of you after hours at RAD.
A few more thrusts have Solomon cumming deep inside. He moans your name into your neck, kissing you after.
The two of you fix your clothing and Solomon pops you into his bedroom.
He lays you on the bed, climbing in with you before settling between your legs.
“Mind if I clean you up?” Solomon asks with sparkling eyes and a smile that makes your heart flip.
“Sure, Solomon,” you nod, as you lie back and spread your legs further. Solomon licks his lips as he grabs your legs and tugs you toward him.
You giggle when you get pulled to him. He kisses your cunt, gently teasing you with his tongue before he dives in.
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Office hours (Pt. 2) 𝜗𝜚⋆
Pt 1 here!!
Read Pt 1 for context and warnings! (It’s just smut, all this part is is just smut)
He should’ve been horrified, yet he couldn’t bring himself to feel but an ounce of shame when the object of his greatest desires was standing in front of him. Alone.
Slowly, he watched as you closed the door and locked it, maintaining eyes contact with him the whole time. “Professor Skywalker” you mumbled out, batting your lashes at him while you walked toward his desk.
Anakin was not going to let this golden opportunity slip out of his grasp, he couldn’t let you slither away, not after the sheer amount of time he’s been pinning after you. He took his hand off of his hard cock and gestured you over oath two fingers.
“Do you want this?” He grumbled out, though he knew the answer. A simple nod of your head and he was taking hold of your jaw “then show me baby” he cooed then pushed you on your knees
You eagerly took his leaking cock into your mouth, earning a lewd groan and one of his big, calloused hand on the back of your head; pushing you down as tears pricked in your waterline.
“Yeah? So good f’me, choking on your favorite professor. Isn’t that right? Such a slut for my cock.” He growls through gritted teeth as he pushes your head farther down on his dick. “So fucking good baby girl, so hot on your knees” he groans.
The sounds you’re making as he uses you are lewd, you’re choking on his cock like it’s the first time you’ve ever given someone head, but to be fair, Anakin had a massive cock.
“I’m gonna cum, and—fuck—you’re gonna swallow it all like a good slut. Okay?” He hissed, wiping the tears from your waterline with his thumb.
Allowing you a moment to nod, he ran his big hands through your soft hair and groaned “suck a good girl, so good at sucking cock” he purred out before starting to push your face further down his fat dick.
It wasn’t long before he was tensing his thighs and cumming down your throat, thick ropes of white seed in your mouth. He pulled out and living stroked your jaw “swallow it all baby.. such a good girl, and you know what good girl get? They get rewards. Stand up and bend over my desk baby.” He commanded gently, smacking your ass playfully as he flipped up your skirt and pushed your panties to the side.
“So fucking wet pretty girl, and all form sucking your professors cock, aren’t you so naughty?” He cooed and shoved two fingers into your weeping hole.
“Oh! Professor Skywalker… please..” you begged, clenching around his fingers.
“Please what baby? You what my cock?” He teased and smacked your ass again as you nodded yes “so good f’me” he murmured. You felt him slide his tip up and down your soaking folds before pushing the head into your entrance.
“Fuck!” He hissed “so fucking right” he groaned and slowly pushed in further.
Half of your brain was gone, reduced to mush; the other half was screaming and crying and jumping for joy at the fact that you were bent over your favorite professors desk.
“Call me Anakin baby, or Ani if that’s easier” he mumbled as he pushed his thick cock all the way in your tight hole with a “fuuckkk..”
“Ah! Ani!” Your moan as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, getting a good feel for your tight walls.
“Fuck me baby, can feel you clenching me so good.. so fucking good baby doll” he praised and smacked your ass again, speeding up his movements and pounding into you “yeah? You like that you slut? Taking your professor so good baby, horny little pussy just needing me so bad yeah?” He jeered and used his hand to rub your clit.
The movement had your brain short-circuiting. You didn’t have the power to warn him before you came all over his cock, the only sounds being muffled screams as you bit your arm.
“Oh fuck! Gonna cum inside you, fill you up so good” he groans and throws his head back as his orgasm approaches. His thrusts become sloppy as he fucks himself through his high, a ring of your respective cums forming around the base of his dick.
He pulled out after a few moments and pulled your weak body into his lap. “Feel good baby?” He murmurs.
“Yeah.. s-so good..” you respond as you melt into his touch.
“Good girl, I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about anything okay?”
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We need something with luther...perhabs breeding?:3 ik it was mentioned on his nsfw alphabet
WITH YOU, DARLING
luther von ivory x f!reader | AO3 | 18+
ᴛᴀɢs: breeding kink, established relationship, fluff + smut, cunnilingus, teasing, improper usage of master/sir (reader isn't a pet), size difference
ɴᴏᴛᴇs: meine frau = my wife
The pointe of your shoe begins to trail up and down Luther’s calf. His chest shudders with an intake of air, and he swirls his glass for what seems like the hundredth time since you’ve begun your teasing.
“Are you ever gonna take a sip, Master?” You cock your head, the ghost of a smile playing upon your lips, “Or is something else occupying your mind?”
“You know what you are doing, it seems,” Luther grits his teeth slightly, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re making me… excited, (Y/N).”
Shaking your head, your movements are unrelenting as you speak, “I haven’t a clue what you mean, sir.”
You see his true eyes twitch slightly underneath their red lids, and you have to hold back the delight you feel at this. Without missing a beat, Luther downs the now lukewarm absinthe in one go— sliding his chair from the table with ease. Your foot falls from his leg abruptly.
Stalking towards you with purpose, you look up innocently at his looming form.
“Come with me,” he says, eyes wide as ever, “It would not be appropriate to continue this… conversation, in a family space.”
Not wanting to truly anger him, you don’t hesitate to follow him to his chambers. The hallways seemed to be on edge just as you were, watching the Ivory patriarch silently lead you along. Luther opens the door for you, even a gentleman in this unique predicament.
As soon as the door clicks softly behind him, he corners you into the sickly pink wall, “What was that all about, hm? Trying to get a rise out of me?”
“I heard what you said to Randal last night, sir,” you whisper, your neck struggling to let you look him in the eyes, “Asking him his thoughts on having a little nephew or niece, right?”
Luther’s body seemed to pause at this, as well as your continued usage of honorifics, “That is private business… I didn’t pin you for an impolite eavesdropper.”
“Well,” your hands adjust the collar of his patterned button-down, “I think it is my business, too. I didn’t think Mr. Von Ivory kept such big secrets, even from his dear lover…”
He huffs, affronted by the insinuation, “I was planning to tell you at some point in the future, I would never keep a secret from meine Frau.”
“Ah, ah,” you smile, your index finger tracing his lips as they part, “I’m only your Frau if we consummate properly, dear.”
“You know I adore it when you speak Deutsch to me ♡”
Luther grabs your wrist suddenly, pulling it away— allowing him to embrace you with his cold, but soft, lips. You whimper into it, feeling your body pulling away from the wall into a dance with the tall man.
You couldn’t begin to fathom the taste of him. Of course, there was that strong anise sting of absinthe, fresh on his tongue. However, a metallic edge was present in every kiss, and it had you coming back for more. There was something about it that was inhuman, even if it was just in the way Luther took control of your desperation.
He lowers, sitting on the plush duvet as he pulls you onto his lap— the kiss never-ending. His large hands wrapped around your waist, touching and grabbing nonsensically as he allowed himself to momentarily be victim to his desires. As your hands reached his hair, he pulled away.
Lidded eyes met his slow-to-open lower ones, and you smiled deeply at finally seeing the true him, “There’s my handsome man.”
“You didn’t have to resort to such tactics to garner my attention,” Luther glosses over your compliment, but his eyes blush a deeper shade of red, “I would have been just as eager if you had asked ‘point blank.’”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He finally lets you delve your fingers into his brown locks, the softness always surprising you. It was no wonder, though— you knew that he took pride in his appearance. Luther nuzzles against your cheek, your warmth seeping into his cool porcelain skin. His hands dip under your blouse, something he picked out himself in the Everything Catalogue for its advertised ‘luxurious charmeuse-like quality.’
The silk felt even softer with his touch accompanying it, especially when his hands reached to deftly undo your bra. As you roll your head back in a gentle gasp, he takes the opportunity to nestle against your neck now. He begins to kitten lick at the skin, relishing in the vague saltiness of your excited state. You shrug your bra off slightly, allowing Luther to grasp your breasts.
“You want me to make you pregnant, hm?” He says, beginning to kiss your neck fully now. “What a mother you’d be ♡”
“I really want it, Luther,” you nod, whispering, “I got so excited when I heard you speaking about it that I almost fell onto poor Nyon… well, it wasn’t my fault he was curled up on the floor again.”
“That’s my ‘little wild card,’” he chuckles deeply, the sound resonating through you both, “Seeing you with my catmen makes me feel something inside, yes… maybe that’s what inspired me.”
You whine as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, the sensation shooting sparks up your spine, “Please!”
“Please what? Use your words, meine Kleine.”
Luther’s fingers pinch you as you whine again, “Please! Just fuck me already, please…”
“Crude, impatient, but how could I resist such a desperate plea?” He hums, his hands reaching underneath you to lift you from his lap as he stands. “We’ll deal with your manners later.”
Far too gone to think about the repercussions of that statement, your face blooms into a smile as he lays you flat on the bed— unbuttoning your blouse, and removing your bra fully. Luther pulls down your skirt, and as you relish in the attention, you think of how every item of clothing you own was purchased by this very man.
“Such cute panties… I can even see how badly you need to be bred.”
You squirm as his reddened eyes gazed at the wettened fabric, pulling them down as well. Humming even deeper, he sees your bare arousal— desperate and wanting. Unabashedly, Luther spreads your thighs apart, allowing him to see how you drip onto the fabric below.
“Messy, messy,” he whispers, his head diving momentarily to plant a chaste kiss directly onto your clit.
A cracked moan exits your throat at the sudden and fleeting pleasure, and your hips buck up pathetically. His hands hold your thighs down, interrupting the movements, “Now, now, you had your fun. I’m in control.”
He relents in his harshness by licking a stripe up your wetness, his long and inhuman tongue able to reach every fold at once. You shiver as he repeats the motions again and again, seemingly for his own desire.
“Please, I…” Your voice sounds unrecognizable as your entire body is tensed, “I can’t wait any longer, Luther.”
He looks up at you with his blank eyes, his cheek resting on one of your thighs as he listens to your pleading. His stare urges you forward, to keep talking.
“Please, sir, I need you.”
His happiness at you using this term is evident in the way his face crinkles ever so slightly— his tight skin was something that you will probably never get used to, “Good girl ♡ Lift your hips for me.”
Kneeling on the bed, Luther helps you to lift your hips before grabbing one of his many pillows to rest underneath you. As you smile at his gentlemanliness, he unbuttons and pulls down his slacks— his undergarments along with it.
“Are you ready, my love?”
You ogle at the size of his length, and the truth is— you weren’t ready, it was impossible to be ready when it came to him. However, being the impatient individual you are, you nod, “Please.”
He knew you were bluffing, how could he be the attentive man he is and not realize this? But, it was better for you to learn your lesson on your own. Luther guides himself towards your increasingly needy arousal and meticulously prepares himself with it. You mewl as his tip drags from your clit to your entrance, all in the name of proper lubrication.
After a final pass, his hardness slowly presses into you, his face unchanging as it hovers over you. Eyes rolling back, you blindly grasp at his chest as he’s sat fully inside. The pain that you knew would come was dulling, being replaced by the most intense pleasure of being filled to the brim.
“There we go ♡ You feel so perfect, so warm for me…”
You nod without a reason, simply wanting him to move even an inch, “Feels so good, so deep, ah!”
Luther pulls out to thrust back in deeply, encouraged by your praise. Your eyes prick with tears from the simple act, his gentle movements still beginning to wrack your body with pleasure. His fingers wrap around your waist as he speeds up incrementally, the touch slightly ticklish in nature. It grounded you as you looked into his primary eyes, the red color flushing as you stared.
“Does it feel right?” He says, voice wavering in your relentless gaze, “Being filled up by me? I can feel your body wanting more.”
“Yes, God, yes,” you bite your lip, trying to hold back a cacophony of noises.
His fingers grip your sides, his sharp nails threatening to dig in, “Let me hear you, let me hear you beg for it.”
“Please, please, oh…” Luther’s thrusts intensify, the purpose of them evident, “I want you to, ah, get me pregnant, please–!”
“That’s right, meine Frau,” one of his hands reaches to caress your abdomen, “I can’t wait to see you so full, so happy ♡”
Your hand covers his on your stomach, and you can feel each thrust even more consciously like this, “I want it so badly…”
“I know you do, I know you need it,” Luther’s red eyes are fully open, a sight that’s rare to see, “I’ll make you all mine, all mine, hm…”
He trails off, another rare occurrence, as his breathing becomes labored. You watch him with wonder in your eyes, that familiar build-up inside of you starting to make itself known. You grip his hand on your body still, the other reaching down to rub your clit with vigor. Seeing him so intense, so determined in this act was heavenly.
“Look at that, so needy. I adore it, pleasure yourself while I cum inside, okay? Be a good girl.”
You nod, and let out a chorus of noises as the angle suddenly changes— Luther’s now hitting your G-spot directly. You moan in tandem with his thrusts, feeling yourself closer and closer to release.
“Please, please, please–!” You throw your head back, sinking into the plush pillows behind, “I’m so close…”
“Be patient, let your master cum inside.”
Luther suddenly presses his entire body against you, pushing your legs nearly flat against the bed as he thrusts wildly. You had never seen him so unbridled, so without care to his appearance— it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced.
“I’ll make sure you’re pregnant, fill you up as deep as I can,” he mutters into your neck, licking and biting fully, “You’ll be the perfect mother to my children ♡”
He rambles on fully into his orgasm, releasing, as promised, deep inside of you. His hips stutter as you clench around him, your own rushing to meet him. With a muffled moan, you tremble into your climax, feeling a distinct sense of wetness flooding your joined lower halves.
Your ragged breath fills the room as the only sound, Luther having stilled almost completely against you. His only sign of life was how he continued to kiss your neck with tired fervor.
The two of you lay there for not long after, and eventually, he separates himself from you slowly. He pulls out gently, making sure not to aggravate your sore body any more than he needs to. His face tightens as he sees some of his release dripping out of you, and without thinking, pushes it back inside with a finger.
As you gasp, he seems to shrink away slightly, “My apologies, darling. I just want to be as thorough as possible, hm?”
You giggle tiredly, nodding. As he walks from the bed to his bathroom for a warm cloth, you smile at how disheveled he looks— hair sticking up in the most unflattering of ways, his shirt wrinkled from your grip. You couldn’t wait to be his Frau.
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A wish or two
☁︎ pairing: doyoung x fem!reader x jaehyun
☁︎ synopsis: finally! after going back and forth with Qulture Corps. you've finally landed a spot. everything seemed as though it'll be fine and dandy, however it seems like team managers, Kim Doyoung & Jeong Jaehyun, have other things in mind...
☁︎ tags/warnings: threesome!, smut!, everything is consensual!!, rough sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (males & female receiving), masturbation, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk, name calling (whore, good girl, baby), throat fucking, dumbification, impact play (pussy slapping), spitting, multiple orgasms, squirting, kissing/making out, breast play, cursing, praise kink, multiple positions, drinking, office romance
☁︎ w.c: 6.7k
☁︎ a.n: hello! jiji here, this one came up as a request by one of you & thank you so much for that!! i really appreciate any request and will try my best to make them possible. i hope you all enjoy this one, it’s actually my first writing something like this so i am a bit nervous on how you all will enjoy it. anyways stay safe and i’ll hopefully be back soon…🤍
Prologue.
Everything sort of just happened.
There was no stopping either of us.
Our hunger, lust, and desire for one another was an addictive drug. One with no cure.
But I didn’t care… heck I wanted more, Doyoung wanted more, Jaehyun wanted more.
March 20.
Finally… Finally! I can’t believe I finally got accepted! After two months of going back and forth with the company, they’ve finally hired me. Oh thank goodness, I don’t know what I would’ve done if they hadn’t hired me.
Qulture Corps. A renowned company, mainly widely known for producing some of the latest fashion and make-up trends. Since I graduated I’ve been dying to get a spot on their team. Truly, this is a dream come true!
The call I received earlier from them was nerve-racking, I thought they’d call me to inform me I didn't make the team, but luckily I did and was set to start in 3 days.
3 days. Oh god, I’m so fucking excited. ‘What am I going to wear?’ A sheer sense of panic overcame me, first impressions are always a must, especially if I’m going to be working for a company where literally fashion is at the top of its game.
“I have no time to waste,” I muttered, as I got up from my living room couch and headed off to my bedroom. I picked up my purse, slipped on my shoes, and headed off to a mall not so far away from my apartment complex.
I stormed off to every store trying to find the perfect outfit, however I just ended up picking up whatever caught my eye at every store I went to. This is a disaster.
Sighing, I headed off to the next shop, a boutique called Soltre. The store has a beautiful yet elegant aesthetic to it, it was sort of my vibe. I made my way to where a particularly beautiful and gorgeous top was racked. I inspected it, so lost in my thoughts I was unable to hear the footsteps that approached me from behind.
“That’s a beautiful top,” said a voice, causing me to turn around, startled. I was faced with a tall man with dark brown hair and dark chocolate-colored eyes. I was awe-struck, such a beautiful man was standing in front of me. “You should definitely buy it,” he continued when I didn’t respond.
I looked away, my focus back on the shirt. “I guess I’ll take you up on that then,” I finally spoke, glancing up at him again. He gave me a smile, dimples appearing. Wow. “This shop is one of the best in the mall after all,” he said.
‘He seems to know a lot about fashion,” I thought. “You sure know a lot… about uhm, fashion I mean.”
“You can say it’s my line or work per say,” he answered.
“Ah, I see. Well then, I uhm have to get going,” I said, fumbling with the top. I walked past him, but soon turned around, “Thank you.” I offered him a smile as well. He returned a smile as well, “My pleasure,” his voice said smoothly.
Once I paid, I left the store and decided that I had enough shopping for today, plus my arms couldn’t bear to handle another bag so I went back home. My thoughts though kept wondering on the mystery man I met at the store today. I didn’t ask for his name, well not that it should matter since I’ll probably never meet him again.
The rest of the day continued as normal and so did the next 3 days. Until finally, the long awaited day. My first day at the job!
☁︎*^+**
I glanced at myself one last time before heading out. I decided on the top recommended by mr. stranger man, a nice gray pleated skirt, and some cute black mary janes. With everything looking fine in my eyes, I headed to my car. The drive was gonna be at least half an hour, but I’ll manage. The closer I found myself to the building the more my stomach twisted and turned. I was getting even more nervous by the second. I can’t blow this up, I kept repeating.
When I arrived, the building was huge, at most 15 floors. Once I parked, I took quick deep breaths, to calm the nerves. “Let’s do this,” I said, and headed off into whatever awaited me.
The check-in process went smoothly, I met up with my new boss, Lee Taeyong and luckily he seems like a genuinely kind and easy going boss. My nerves from earlier are now fleeting.
I rode in the elevator with Taeyong to the 7th floor, where he was to introduce me to my new team. Once we arrived, I took a look at my surroundings. There were rarely people there, this floor seemed rather peaceful. “Ah, I see you’ve noticed. This is the planning department, and where you’ll be from now on. The planning department is rather small than most companies, but that’s because we choose the best of the best. We want committed people here, creative people who aren’t afraid to voice their thoughts and feelings,” Taeyong explained.
‘Wow… I made it to such a prestigious department… I thought I was just going to spend my days typing away at a screen or answering calls. This is absolutely 10 times better.’
“Wow, I’m honored Mr. Lee,” I spoke, bowing at the man. “Oh, god no you don’t need to do all that, reading your resume I figured you’d be a perfect fit for the team. Plus the team managers thought so as well,” he said.
“Team managers?” I asked, confused. “Ah, yes in this department we have two team managers. Follow me this way and I'll introduce you all,” Taeyong responded, as he guided me to the far end of a hallway located on our left side. Taeyong briefly knocked on the door before proceeding to open it. He ushered me inside, closing the door behind me.
“Hey! You two come over here for a sec,” Taeyong said, capturing the attention of the two males sitting on their desks who then got up, walking towards us. I looked at both of them, ‘Wait a minute he looks-‘ my thought was interrupted by Taeyong.
“You two, this is Y/L/N our new worker. Y/N this is Kim Doyoung and Jeong Jaehyun,” Taeyong explained. One of the two males reached his hand out, “Doyoung,” he mentioned. I took his hand and turned to the man standing beside him.
“Nice seeing you again,” he said with a chuckle. It was Mr. Stranger man in the flesh. Who knew he’d be my new manager, well that explains a whole lot about our interaction…
“You two know each other?” Taeyong asked.
“Ah well-“ I was interrupted by Jaehyun, “We met at the mall a couple days ago when I set out to look for… inspiration.”
Taeyong looked at us, his expression unreadable. “Very well, I trust you two know what to do with her,” he said as the two males nodded.
“Let me know if you have any other questions or concerns Y/N. I look forward to seeing what you bring to the team,” Taeyong added, as he left us behind with one another.
“So, shall we show you to your office?” Doyoung spoke up. I nodded, as they led me to my desk. It was quite close to their office, ‘That’s a relief.’
“Let us know if you need anything… Doyoung and I gotta get back, we have a meeting soon,” Jaehyun explained as he leaned against the door frame.
“Thank you, you two I appreciate it,” I thanked them. They smiled, shutting my door and walking away.
I leaned against my chair, recapping my past hour. It’s only a relief that everything went smoothly, Doyoung seemed great, and Jaehyun did too. I shut my eyes, not believing this was my life now. Honestly, I could get used to this.
However… what I didn’t know was what would come of my life a month from now. The irreversible. The desire. The lust.
1 month later.
It’s been over a month now since I started working for Qulture Corps, and so far it’s been nothing but amazing. The work has gone smoothly, and today we just wrapped up the final meeting for our upcoming Fall Collection. Although, it’s still months aways, production of the products does take some time to produce.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in,” I answered.
Doyoung appeared before me, “Hey, Y/N I just came in to inform you we're having a team dinner tonight. Would you like to come?”
I pondered for a bit, making sure I had no plans afterwards. “Yeah! That sounds fun, I’ll go,” I said.
“Great, see you at 7 p.m then. I’ll send you the location too,” Doyoung explained before exiting shortly after.
My phone then buzzed with the restaurant's location. In the time that I’ve spent here I’ve been able to get closer to both Doyoung and Jaehyun… However, it feels like something else is there between us. Something unexplainable, indescribable.
I snapped out of my thoughts, continuing my remaining work and answering emails before I decided to head off to meet them at the restaurant.
Luckily the drive there wasn’t long so I found myself a bit early. I entered and gave the waiter Doyoung’s name as Doyung had instructed me to do so. Our table was located in the far back. Later, everyone started pouring in Eunsoo, Leah, Jaemin, Mark, Chenle, Haechan, Yena, and Isabel. Surprisingly, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Taeyong were the last to arrive, you would think that host would be the one’s here first. Kinda funny isn’t it?
“Nice to see you all here,” Taeyong announced.
“Wouldn’t miss out on free drinks!” Haechan cheered.
I chuckled, Haechan was definitely the life of the party within our team. With drinks and food on the table now, everyone dug in. They truly weren’t lying when they said food tastes better when you eat with others.
“Hey~ Y/N~ you’re so beautiful, a-anyone ever told you that~” Leah slurred, she was a rather light drinker. I laughed in her embrace, luckily still a bit sober so as to not do anything stupid. I glanced up, catching Jaehyun as his eyes lingered on mine. My mouth slowly opened so to speak, utter a word, but swallowed the words back down.
I pulled away from Leah’s embrace. “I’m gonna go to the restroom,” I say, excusing myself. Although, I wasn’t going to the restroom… I headed outside, stopping by an alleyway. I wanted some fresh air, the short eye contact with Jaehyun earlier got me irritable hot.
As I took in a breath, a voice spoke up, “Restroom huh.” I whipped my head towards the direction of the voice, only for my eyes to meet with Jaehyun. ‘What was he doing here?’
I stumbled on my words, “I… I, uhm-” Jaehyun walked closer, I inhaled his sandalwood smell that radiated off him. I was losing my composure, ‘Was this the alcohol?’
“Just wanted some fresh air,” I stuttered. “Yeah?” he questioned. I nodded, silence befalling us. I just couldn’t speak. “Look at me,” he whispered. A beat, then two passed before I looked up. Jaehyun was so close, I could feel his breath, see the fire in his eyes. He brought his hand to caress my cheek, then ghosted a finger over my bottom lip.
“Jaehyun…” I whispered. “I’m sorry baby, but can I… Can I kiss you,” he whispered back. I nodded shyly, closing my eyes.
I felt as Jaehyun’s lips collided with mine, his soft lips molded so beautifully against mine. It was gentle, so beautiful that I wished time would stop, but then Jaehyun backed away. My lips feeling empty again.
“Don’t stop,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I put my lips back on his, only this time teeth clattering, tongues colliding with one another. It was rougher, that the first that I ended up pushed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist.
We were so lost in each other we failed to notice the person standing on the front of the alleyway. Cough. I flinched, the cough caused us both pull away and direct our attention to the male standing on the other end.
Doyoung…
“Fuck,” I muttered. I got off Jaehyun, patting myself. We walked to Doyoung who has not said a word since catching both of us.
“I was getting worried when neither of you came back so I looked for you two,” Doyoung later explained.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized. “Oh! No, not at all there is nothing to apologize… In fact, I’m sorry to have walked in on that.”
Gosh thank god it was dark because I was probably burnt red. I was so goddamn embarrassed.
“I should get going now, it’s quite late…” I proceeded to say as a means to get out of this awkward situation.
“Oh, yes of course you’re right. You should get back safely Y/N,” Doyoung said.
“See you tomorrow… Y/N,” Jaehyun said, finally speaking up since Doyoung walked in on us.
After bidding them both farewell, I rushed to my car. I wanted nothing more but to lock myself up in my apartment. A quick drive later, I threw myself on my bed. I recounted my kiss–or rather heated make-out–with Jaehyun, but then the memory of Doyoung catching us haunting right after.
Buzz.
I turned my head to my phone which was lying beside me. Speak of the devil. It was from Doyoung…
I unlocked my phone, opening his message. However, I now wish I hadn’t.
Doyoung: you know Y/N seeing the way you two kissed earlier got me so fucking hard
Doyoung: [ 1 image attachment ]
Doyoung just… he just… Oh my fucking… Was he really sending me a picture of his cock!? “He’s big…” I mumbled as I took another look at the image he sent.
Shit. I felt as the wetness began pulling in between my legs. I rubbed my legs together, but then slipped a hand inside, and fingers inside as I imagined Doyoung roughly pounded in and out of me. The squelching sounds echoed in my room, along with my little whimpers and moans.
First the kiss with Jaehyun and now this, masturbating to Doyoung?!
Once I reached my high, I waited until I caught my breath so to continue the rest of my night time routine. With one last sigh, I laid myself on my bed again, trying to shoo away any indecent thoughts of Jaehyun or Doyoung.
However, that proved rather harder as I ended up dreaming about not one, but both of them!
☁︎*^+**
It’s been 4 days since the whole ordeal with Jaehyun and Doyoung, and everything surprisingly has been rather good. It’s like what happened between us never– happened! We were like regular co-workers again. Though, I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not…
“Y/N?” Eunsoo spoke. I flinched, regaining my focus. “Huh, oh yeah what’s up?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing I was just asking if you’re okay… you’ve been kind of out of it lately,” she said worriedly.
“Yeah, everything's peachy so to speak,” I replied. Nothing was in fact peachy though. Pretending like nothing happened 4 days ago has actually been haunting me. The kiss, picture, dreams have been driving me insane. ‘Was I always so horny?’
Buzz.
My phone vibrated, causing both of us to turn to it. I picked it up, ‘Jaehyun?’
Jaehyun: can you come to my office?
A second later he added,
Jaehyun: like right now
“Looks like I’m being summoned,” I said. Eunsoo bid me a “good luck,” and I scurried off to his office. A million questions pondered my head, but neither of them were about what was to come in the next few minutes.
I knocked, and the followed a “Come in.” As I entered there he was, but he wasn’t alone. Doyoung was here too. ‘Great just my luck.’
“Is something the matter?” I asked. Jaehyun glanced at Doyoung, he hesitated before he spoke. “We have something we want to say to you Y/N.” I gave them a nod as to signal them to continue whatever they wanted to tell me. They gave each other one more glance.
“We’re truly sorry for our behavior that night at the restaurant,” they both said, bowing at me. I can see their sincerity, but part of my heart ached. 'Did they truly think of that night as a mistake? The kiss? The picture?’
They got back up, but neither one of us spoke up. Silence befell us. ‘I didn’t like this. No, I don't want to pretend nothing happened. I-’ “No, god no please,” I spoke up. They looked at me with confused eyes. “D-Don’t pretend nothing happened. At least I can’t. I- I…” my words got caught in my throat. ‘What am I saying?’
Doyoung then spoke up, “You what Y/N… tell us. What do you want?” ‘He’s right, what do I want? Ah, wait a minute… what I want is…’
“I want you… I want you both.”
Silence.
Oh god what did I just say. “Oh wait uhm-” I couldn’t even speak as Doyoung's lips collided with mine. His kiss was different from the one I shared with Jaehyun, even more gentle and passionate. ‘Wait a minute Jaehyun!’ I broke our kiss, my eyes meeting Jaehyun’s. He just stood there like how Doyung did that day.
Jaehyun then smirked, coming closer. “Is that really true? You want us both,” he says.
I felt as my face heated up, I glanced from Jaehyun to Doyoung. “Yes,” I muttered. “Please, I want you both.”
No words fell from their mouths, but their movements continued. Jaehyun walked until he was behind me, and Doyoung raised his hand to my chin. “You sure you can handle both of us, right here right now?” Doyoung asked.
“Yes, please I couldn’t stop thinking about that night,” I admitted. I then felt Jaehyun's mouth ghosting near my ear. “Then make sure to not be too loud or else they’ll have to witness how much of a whore you are,” Jaehyun whispered, then kissing my ear down to my neck. Every kiss lit me up even more. I wanted more.
Doyoung then crashed his lips onto mine again with the same intensity, while Jaehyun’s arms wandered all over my body. His hands groped my breast, causing me to moan into the kiss I was sharing with Doyoung. They later wandered even further, until they cupped my cunt causing me to grind on his hand. “Impatient aren’t you?” he whispered into my ear.
Doyoung backed away, our saliva connecting. “We have time, don’t worry,” Doyoung said, as he teased the buttons of my shirt. He slowly unbuttoned each button, dropping the shirt on the floor. My bra later joined in as well, leaving my perky breasts for his eyes. I watched as Doyoung stuck out his tongue, licking on my bud. All the while, Jaehyun began working on my lower half. He successfully got rid of my pants, leaving me in only my panties.
I whipped my head towards him when I felt Jaehyun's fingers playing with my slit. “Oh god,” I whimpered when he prodded his finger in my hole. “So wet already,” he muttered against my neck. I could only let out a small whimper and he continued the movement. “S-Stop teasing me… Please,” I pleaded.
“You sure are an impatient one. Fine then take it,” Jaehyun said as he inserted two of his fingers inside my cunt. I practically sucked his fingers in, the wetness echoed around the room. “Fuck, so tight and wet,” he whispered in my ear. His pace was unbearable, he would slow down and then go fast. I was losing my mind, his fingers hit me so fucking well– it was like he studied my body beforehand to know what my likes and dislikes were. I felt my stomach clenched, my cunt tightening around his fingers.
It certaining helped too that all the while Doyoung was working his way with my tits. His mouth would lick one and then return the same affection to the other one. He sucked on them like a child, biting down on my bud a couple of times as well. His stimulation on my tits and Jaehyun’s on my cunt were enough to have me pushing me to the edge.
“Cum. I know you want to,” Doyoung said when he let go of my breast with a pop. With a final pinch to my clit by Jaehyun, I came. I came so hard, I would’ve fallen if not for Jaehyun catching me. I watched hazily as Jaehyun licked his fingers clean of my essence, and felt as Doyoung carried me. He then placed me on the couch they had in the middle of their office.
“On your hands and knees,” Doyoung commanded. My body acted on it’s on, getting into the position. I watched as Jaehyun came in front of me, and later whipped my head around to see Doyoung behind me. “Think you can suck me off while he eats you out?” Jaehyun asked. I nodded, so turned on by what he just said that I drooled from my mouth and in between my legs. He chuckled, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from his underwear. His cock was big. It made me doubt if I would be able to take it all.
“Don’t worry, you can take it baby or else a whore like you wouldn’t have made such a request,” he said when he noticed a hint of doubt on my face. “Now open up.”
I did as Jaehyun said, opening my mouth up for him. I flickered my eyes up to watch him as he brought his cock closer to my mouth. Once it was close enough, I started by swirling my tongue around his tip, and then wrapping my lips around his tip. I watched as his brows furrowed, so I continued my movements. I then began gliding my tongue along his shaft, up and down, down and up. He seemed to be enjoying it judging by the way he’d started groaning.
As I began taking him even more, I felt Doyoung's tongue begin to kitten lick my cunt. Doyoung had begun with some slow licks, but would stay a bit longer on my clit which caused me to moan against Jaehyun’s cock. His cock was so big that I barely even made it halfway yet. I felt as the tears began pooling in my eyes and drool passed my lips. “That’s a good girl, take more I know you can,” Jaehyun said. And so I did until his cock reached the back of my throat. “Fuck,” Jaehyun groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He started taking over, bobbing my head along his shaft.
Meanwhile, Doyoung had begun licking me even faster, occasionally sucking on my clit which just caused me to moan on Jaehyun’s cock even more. I can tell the sensation satisfied Jaehyun as he muttered incoherent words into the air.
I felt like another high was coming, so fast and quick it was almost embarrassing. As I was lost in the pleasure I suddenly felt a wet muscle poke my hole, oh god. Doyoung was fucking me with his tongue. It felt so good, enough to have my cumming for a second time while Jaehyun was stuffed in my throat. “Cumming before me? I think you deserve a punishment,” Jaehyun said.
‘Punishment? What is he-’ I couldn’t even finish my thoughts before Jaehyun started gripping my hair even tighter and increasing his speed. It was getting messy– drool and tears everywhere. As if matters couldn’t get any more worse, Doyoung landed a slap on my ass. It only caused my eyes to widen and moan on Jaehyun’s cock.
“Fuck, that feels good. Doyoung do that again since it seems like our little whore enjoys it.” I looked up at Jaehyun, with those tearful eyes of mine, in which he also looked down at me. A smirk plastered on his face. Obliging to Jaehyun’s words, Doyung began slapping my ass even more.
“Shit, I’m close,” Jaehyun moaned. A thrust or two down my throat, Jaehyun came into my mouth, my throat. I watched as his chest heaved, and he pushed his hair out of his forehead. “Swallow it all,” he commanded, which I instinctively ended up doing.
“Come here now,” Doyoung’s voice spoke up, as he sat on the couch, patting his lap. I saw as his cock stood proudly against his stomach. I crawled to him. “Put your back against me and put it in yourself,” he said. So then I turned around, grabbing his hard cock and began inserting it inside me. I felt as his cock stretched me out the deeper he went in. “Yes, just like that baby… It’s almost all in,” Doyoung groaned.
“She’s so tight Jaehyun, I guess all that stimulation did nothing to her,” Doyoung chuckled as he turned to the other male. I turned to look at Jaehyun who just kneeled on the couch, fisting his cock. Then suddenly, Doyoung plunged the rest of his cock into me. No warning, just the grip he had on hips. With him all inside me now, I felt as his cock hit my cervix. I whisper lowly, “S’ good.”
“What was that? You like that?” he said, as he began thrusting into me. Who was I to deny what he just said, I loved it. “Ye-Yes you feel so good!” The phrase that slipped past my lips only caused his thrust to become deeper and rougher. Doyoung was treating me like his personal toy. He kept ruthlessly pounded into me, until it came to a halt. “Making me do all the work?”
I turned around, nodding my head no. “Hmm, is that so? I’m tired, why don’t you do it now,” Doyoung says, a slight smirk appearing on his face. So I did, thrusting slowly at first. “Stop the teasing, go faster baby,” Doyoung whispers into my ear. And so I grip onto his thighs, bouncing myself on his cock.
In the midst of it all, Jaehyun continued watching us contently while fisting his cock, he enjoyed the sight in front of him. You, a whimpering mess who was so cock drunk already. He wanted to get a taste of that sweet, tight cunt of yours soon because if he wasn’t already, he’d go insane.
“God, Doyoung I’m cl-close.” My stomach was tightening up, so close to unleashing. “Ready to cum all over my cock,” he replied. I yelled out “yes” as I repeated his name over and over again. “Open your eyes,” another voice said. And so I fluttered them open, Jaehyun’s cock in front of me. I watched as he jerked himself in front of me. It only turned me on even more.
“Shit, you like that? Like watching Jaehyun jerk himself off to you fucking me?” Doyoung says. I tightened even more around his cock, causing Doyoung to groan. His hands roamed down to my clit. He rubbed and pinched the poor thing continuously.
Just a few more thrusts and I came for the third time this night. My back arched, eyes rolling back, and moan and after moan slipping out. However, it didn’t stop here. Doyoung brought his hands back to my hips and kept fucking me through my orgasm. It was all too overstimulating, I felt I could even cum again.
“Fuck, I’m cumming. Don’t waste any drop,” Doyoung groans, finally cumming. His warm seeds painting my walls white. At the same time, Jaehyun also came, cumming all over my breasts. All three of us were heaving, trying to gather some oxygen back into our bodies.
“Don’t think we’re done here,” Jaehyun chuckles. He gently picks me up, bending me over the couch. My hands gripping it, while my ass stuck up. I felt his hand come in contact with my ass cheek in a harsh slap, causing me to yelp forward.
Jaehyun wasted no time, plunging himself deep and snug into my cunt. “Fuck, Doyoung wasn’t lying. How are you still so tight?” Jaehyun says, as he pounds in and out of me. I don’t even know who I am anymore, I could only think of how deep Jaehyun was reaching me. He hit my g-spot so well with every thrust I could barely contain myself. I ended up squirting all over for the first time tonight.
“Making a mess,” Doyoung’s voice spoke. I tried opening my eyes to locate him, only for him to be besides me. We locked eyes, and his lips later engulfed mine. It was a sloppy kiss, but I didn’t care. It felt good, everything felt good. Jaehyun’s thrust too became sloppy, it could only mean he was close too. And so with a thrust or two later, he came in me.
My stomach feels so full now. This is what I’ve wanted. This is what I-
Jaehyun’s POV.
“Shit, did you kill her with your dick?” Doyoung says, laughing as he puts his pants back on.
“So funny, she’s just fallen asleep,” I replied. “Think we went too far?” Doyoung continues.
“Probably, but hey she said she wanted it. Wanted both of us,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. I took Y/N into my arms while Doyoung began cleaning the couch. Luckily, the couch was made of leather so it shouldn’t be too hard right?
I looked down at her. Y/L/N. From the moment I first met her at that store, I fell in love. I know as cliche as it sounds, it’s true. There was something so captivating about her, something that made me want her. All of her.
So when I saw her that day, her first day here I knew it meant something. Fate? Whatever it was, I didn't want to waste any opportunity. Which is why that day at the dinner, I did that. It wasn’t planned or anything, but I just felt something that day. Some urgence?
However, then I learned of Doyoung’s mutual interest in her too. We talked it out, but we left it at “It’s whoever she wants. Whoever she chooses.” But to my surprise, it ended up being both of us.
I smiled down at her sleeping face. She’s cute. Everything about her was just so beautiful. Whether what just happened ends up being a regret for her once she wakes up, I hope she knows or at least has some awareness of our feelings for her.
“Hey!” Doyoung yells, capturing me out of my haze. “I finished cleaning it, bring her over here so we can wipe her clean.”
I nodded, placing her gently back down onto the couch. Doyoung began cleaning her with a wet cloth he got from our private bathroom. “Go get her a pair of clothes, in the meantime Jae,” Doyoung says.
“Mmm, be right back then.”
I exited, leaving them behind. On the elevator ride, my thoughts were consumed with questions. Good and bad ones. In particular, “What will happen once she wakes up?” I tried shrugging them off, as my answers will come once she wakes up.
“Hm?” I stirred my eyes open. ‘Where am I? This isn’t my apartment?’
“Awake already, sleeping beauty?” A voice said. I recognized that voice… Doyoung!
“A-Ah I-” “Water?” Jaehyun says, handing me a water bottle. I gladly accepted it, my throat felt quite dry. ‘Wait a minute… Oh Shit!’ I nearly choked on the water as I remembered what had transpired a couple hours ago. I looked outside their windows, the night sky illuminating.
“Uhm… I-” Jaehyun interrupts me, “regret it?” I looked at him puzzled, ‘regret?’
“What? No, No! I… I just don’t know what I should say, what I should do…”
“Well, it’s whatever you want Y/N,” Doyoung says, getting closer. “You want us to be friends, we’ll go back to that. You want us to be fuck buddies with one another, we’ll do it. You want to put a label on it, we’ll do that too.”
Is he serious right now?! The three of us? Wouldn’t I be asking for too much? Is it greedy of me that I want that. I want to be with them. I want Doyoung. I want Jaehyun.
I look at the floor, trying to hide my embarrassment from what I was about to admit. “I- I want us to be together. Me, Doyoung, and Jaehyun.”
It went silent, neither of them spoke up. So I took the courage to then look up. I flinched, at how close they’d gotten, standing only a few inches away.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Jaehyun asks. I nod, “Yes, is it selfish of me to?”
Jaehyun nods, “No. Be as selfish as you want with us.” To which Doyoung adds, “We just want you to be happy.”
I feel like crying again, only happy tears though. How could this even be my life right now? A tear trickled down. Then another, and another until I felt both of them wipe them off my face.
I smiled, “Thank you. Thank-”
“There’s no need to thank us. We love you,” Doyoung says, smiling as well.
“He’s right. We love you Y/N,” Jaehyun adds. We all smiled, engulfed in each other's warmth.
Today might’ve just been the best day of my life. No matter what the future brought us, I would be prepared to face it because after all I wasn’t alone.
It was me, Doyoung, and Jaehyun. It was us against the world.
Bonus!
I shifted to the other side of the bed, but a strong hold on me prevented me from doing so. I stirred my eyes open, Jaehyun. Ah, that’s right, this was my life now. I’d moved in with Jaehyun and Doyoung a week ago but the whole thing hasn’t really sunk in yet.
“Good morning,” he muttered. “Admiring me already?”
“N-No!” I refuted. It was barely morning and here he is teasing me already.
He chuckled, and then leaned in to kiss my temple. “Sleep well?” I muttered a small, “Yes” before snuggling against his bare chest. I’ve always felt so safe around him, and Doyoung. They made me feel so safe and loved.
We stayed like that for a while until I felt his hands come down to grope my ass. A shameless man he is. ”Where’s Doyoung?” I asked.
“Work probably,” Jaehyun says as he works his lips from my ear to my jaw. He kissed me so tenderly, every touch of his lips felt so warm; his embrace so warm. Jaehyun’s lips then lingered to my mouth, engulfing me into a tender kiss. It always went like this, he would be gentle but then go rougher. His tongue intruding, teeth clashing, and occasional lip biting.
“So I got you all to myself huh,” he whispered in my ear. I giggled before capturing him in another heated kiss that ended up with Jaehyun on top of me.
His hands roamed all over my body, from my waist to hips to breasts. He squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples that sent an electric shock throughout my body. Oh god.
He parted from our kiss only to look down at my embarrassingly lustful state. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Every part of you baby.”
My heart throbbed at his statement, my face probably beet red. He then began removing my top, leaving my shorts and panties on. He brought his mouth towards one of my breasts, where he began licking it and sucking on my nipple. Later, he returned the same affection to the other neglected breast. I was a squirming mess, I tried getting friction from somewhere, anywhere. God, I was so fucking wet already, I could feel it as it pooled between my legs.
“Eagered like always,” Jaehyun said with a pop as he let go of my breast. His lips kissed down until they reached the waistband of my shorts. Those poor things were off in seconds, along with my panties. I watched as Jaehyun spread my legs open, “God, so wet already.” I moaned his name when I felt him tease my folds with his fingers, and then a Slap.
I widened my eyes at his action. Then again, another Slap. “You like that,” he says, coming closer to my ear. “You like it when I slap your sweet cunt.”
Slap. Oh fuck, was this good. Slap. “Y-Yes!” I yelled. He wasn’t stopping, continuously torturing my cunt. “Look at all this mess you’re making so early in the morning,” Jaehyun’s voice says, bringing his hand to his mouth. I watched as he licked his fingers clean of my essence.
“Get on your hands and knees for me baby,” he later says. I complied, getting in the position he most enjoys. I moaned out even louder when he slid his cock so easily inside me. “Fuck, so wet that it slid right in.”
Grabbing my arms, holding them from behind me, he started mercifully thrusting into me. His cock reaching the deepest part of me like it always has. I was enjoying this so much that I just kept moaning louder and louder.
“Having fun without me?” A voice rose. I quickly looked up, capturing Doyoung’s figure. Oh god.
With another thrust I moaned again. “I was wondering what was going on since I heard screaming, but it looks like our girl was just horny wasn’t she?”
Jaehyun speaks up while thrusting into me, “Yep… Mmm, she thought you… were gone and pounced onto me. Poor thing I couldn't just neglect her.”
“N-No! He- He is ly-lying,” I tried saying. “Lying? Me? You hear that Doyoung she’s accusing me of lying,” Jaehyun says smugly.
“I know, don’t you think she deserves a lesson?” Doyoung questions Jaehyun. Jaehyun chuckles in satisfaction. Oh, no…
Thus, I found myself sucking off Doyoung’s cock while Jaehyun continued pounding into me like some ruthless beast. “Just like that, a little deeper,” Doyoung groans. He watches me intently as I suck his cock into my mouth, but that didn’t last long. Doyoung ended up taking control, thrusting into my throat like I was his personal pleasure toy. Which I admit, I probably was, but hey he was mine too.
“Your pussy swallows me up so well, fuck I’ll never get tired of this,” Jaehyun groans. His thrust had gotten sloppy, meaning he was close to cumming. Good thing I was too as I started squeezing around his cock. I felt Jaehyun’s hand snake to my stomach and then further down. His fingers pinched and rubbed on my clit. I moaned into Doyoung’s cock, the sensation causing his cock to twitch in my mouth.
“I’m cumming,” Jaehyun groaned, thrusting his cock into me one last time. I also met my orgasm, cumming all over Jaehyun’s cock. He must’ve been watching as our cum mixed together, oozing out of my pussy.
“Shit, I’m cumming too,” Doyoung abruptly says, releasing his seeds inside my mouth.
Once we both caught our breaths it was back to fucking again. There was no stopping us once we started. Which was how I ended up with Doyoung’s cock buried within me. “Spread your legs wider,” Doyoung says. “Good girl, keep 'em like that.”
“Open your mouth,” Jaehyun says from the side. I opened it only for him to spit in my mouth and then start kissing me again. My lips are going to be so swollen from all the kissing, but my pussy from all the rough pounding. However, those concerns were at the bottom of my list. The pleasure they kept giving me was too blissful.
I love this. I love Doyoung. I love Jaehyun. “I love you,” I whispered, just loud enough for them both to hear. The three-word phrases elicited a small smile on their faces.
“We love you more.”
© jhdyuiee
24.05.02
final a.n: hi again! i would like to apologize for the delay. i think i have spoken up about this before but i would like to inform u all that as i am still a student, it can be hard to juggle all things at once. im very sorry for not uploading during the month of april, it truly saddens me but with school on my plate its been rather difficult. however, from now on i promise to at least post once a month. thank you for your patience i truly am grateful to every single one of you! i love you all <3!!!!!!!
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Charlie, we didn´t (CL16 x Driver!Reader)
Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of alcohol
Word count: 590
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Race week in Las Vegas, a sweet victory for you and Charles, the two Ferrari drivers. Charles came in first, after brilliantly defending against Perez and after you managed to get past him as well, you came in second, with Perez being third and Max not making it to the podium. You can imagine how you partied that day. Countless tequila shots, dancing, sweating, kissing- wait what?
It wasn’t the first time that you and your teammate had hooked up. The season started strong and continued to be one of the best seasons for Ferrari, with you and Charles battling for being first in the Driver´s Championship. The first time happened in his drivers room after you went for him because he pushed you off the track during the race, which made you only came in second. He only smirked at you while you were raging and suddenly kissed you to shut you up. “Will you ever be quiet?” he mumbled and you looked at him, angry, before pushing him onto his couch and climbing on his lap.
The second time happened in one of the bathrooms in Ferrari´s headquarters in Maranello. There was no specific reason, besides Charles looking so incredibly handsome with his new hair cut and you looking so cute in your white summer dress. From that moment you would sneak into each other´s hotel rooms, driver rooms or sometimes even have fuck dates at home in Monaco. With that being said, you shouldn’t have been surprised when you woke up in Vegas next to Charles, but the few memories you had from last night weren’t good. Did you kiss publicly? That would’ve been a disaster. “Charles, wake up!” you said and shook his shoulders a little. “What?” he groaned and tried to open his eyes. “Did we kiss last night?” you asked and he frowned. “Baby, I think we did way more than just kissing”, he gave back and you rolled your eyes. “I mean publicly”, you groaned and he closed his eyes again. “Just check Instagram”. You decided that he was right and grabbed your phone, clicking on Instagram. You immediately saw pictures of you and the drivers partying and celebrating, but none of the pictures showed you and Charles. You sighed in relief and stood up, desperate to take a shower.
While you were in the shower Charles woke up and scrolled through his phone. When you entered the bedroom again he grinned at you and made grabby hands. “Come here, Cherie”, he said and you smirked, quickly getting rid of the towel you had wrapped around your body. You were about to make your way to the bed when you noticed his stare on your hip bone. You frowned, looking at him. “What?” you asked and he came closer. You followed his stare and gasped, when you saw the little number 16 right above your hip bone. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” you screamed and ran to the mirror. Charles laughed and followed you, wrapping his arms around you. “Ah, now I remember. You got a tattoo, saying that you wanted the number of the race winner”, he smirked and you slapped his arm. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Why didn’t you stop me?!” you yelled and he didn’t stop laughing. “Relax, Cherie”, he said and pulled down the hem of his underwear, revealing your racing number at the same spot on his body. You gasped. “Charlie, we didn’t”, you laughed and hid your face with your hands. “I´m afraid we did”, he gave back.
A/n: Sorry for being so inactive guys, here´s a little blurb to make it up to you :) Sorry for any mistakes, I didnt proof read it and english is my second language. Please leave comments and likes if you enjoyed it, I really appreciate it as well as reblogs :)
Requests are open btw :)
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Hi! The overly happy coffee speaking! I noticed one of my fav yandere accounts like one post of Tea and I'm screaming like a fangirl. I'm fully in a delulu mood so I needed to write this. Editing this I find out more accounts I follow like some posts, I'm feeling shy now.
☁ the sweetest reality nightmare ☁
TW: yandere behavior, delusions, the agony of self-preservation, stalking, obssesion, reader with sleep problems, willing reader, flirty reader x opportunist yandere lol
➤ first part
➤ here to see the other option
He's already at your house, in your room, it's not like you're gonna make it less crazy if you talk to him now, right? And if he is about to kill you, he would do it even if you keep acting.
A smile start creeping in your face, seems like you really can't act like sleeping beauty anymore, huh?
“Oh, I'm really glad, you seem like you're finally having a good dream… will it be too greedy if I want to be inside that little dream of yours? Well, if you find that greedy, you won't be able to handle me later”
“Oh, I would love to test that, mind showing me a little more of that ‘greedy’ side of you?”
As you open your eyes, you're met with quite the sight, a man with amber hair and golden eyes looking perplexed, his palpable nervousness makes you grow a little soft spot for him already.
“What happened, Love? Cat got your tongue? What a shame I really wished to hear more from you… oh, now that I recall, I do know you, you're Pin, aren’t you?”
You manage to remember his face, he is a classmate which you never spoke to but caught him staring one or two times which you dismissed as a coincidence.
“I can't believe you didn't scream when you saw me here and you actually remember my name, even calling me by a nickname… did I fall asleep without noticing?”
You can't help but giggle as his antics when he pinched his hand, once he felt the sting his gaze returns to meet yours, you can almost see his eyes shining as he quickly approaches you, literally sitting next to you in the bed as he began to talk, amazed.
“Yes! That's my name, Cherry, oh, you don't mind me calling you Cherry? Ah, me visiting you like this should be more of a problem than that, shouldn't it?”
“If it bothered me, I would’ve screamed and called the police already, and no, I don't mind the little petname but I do have one issue”
You hold a smile as you catch him gulping hard, probably more worried that he has ever been.
“I’m sorry Dear, did I mean any troubles for you? I can fix my mistake, I promise! I just can’t help it but want to see you more”
Even if his words express lament, the lovefool look in his face and the firm grip on your hand betrays his lack of regret for his actions.
“Surely you know by now that I have problems falling asleep, and just now you offered me the ‘perfect medicine’, I hope you are the type to stick to your word”
You watch his face turn into a puzzled expression and then open his mouth to ask until realization hits him… He almost literally jumps into the bed, as if he had done it before.. honestly, probably he did gently pulling you into a warm but tight embrace.
“oh, Dear, you are the one that can't take your words back now”
“I wasn’t planning on it”
“I’m glad to hear that because now I'm going to visit you freely, everytime I want. We can cuddle every night, will you let me cook for you? I swear I already know all your eating habits, although we could improve that eating schedule of yours, I swear I won’t be pushy about it; Can I kiss you good night and good morning? Oh, first we should go on dates to work more on your trust in me! But I will assume hugs are fine since you directly asked me for them. Wait, I can cling to you when we are outside too, right? Right?”
“Pin, you’re speaking way too fast, calm down a little, Dear, but yeah, you can be clingy, this is already comfy enough to forget my annoying insomnia so I can totally get used to this”
He shuffles closer just to snuggle further, you swear you can almost hear him purring as he holds you like you two are a newlywed couple.
“and we can make an agreement on the kiss thing, I’m open for a debate on that”
“I don’t like to repeat myself but now you really can’t take any of your words back, Darling”
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣
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Our Little Darling
Pairing: Bf! Yeonjun x fem!reader x Bestfriend! Soobin
Content: Yeonjun pleasuring his girlfriend infront of his bestfriend Soobin and Him learning how to Please a girl or Specifically Yeonjun’s Girl
Warning : smut, voyeurism, threesome, cuckholding, creampie, cunnulingus, cum eating (Soobin eats Yeonjun cum out of you), praise, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, fingering, consensual cheating, overstimulation, choki
Yeonjun showing Soobin how to fuck you, Yeonjun’s darling little girlfriend, just right. Soobin sitting on the single sofa in the two’s shared living room.
With Yeonjun sitting on the large one and you on his lap with His long finger deep inside you, curling against your g spot as he pumped them in and out. His other hand was wrapped tightly around your Neck, forcing you to keep direct eye contact with his bestfriend.
Soobin gulped hard as he felt his boner grow Impossibly harder, straining against his pants as his face grew hot at the sight. Soft moans and pants were leaving your pretty lips as your body jerked with every thrust of Yeonjun’s fingers.
“See that? I’m barely even doing anything and she’s becoming a mess.” Yeonjun scoffed, giving you no Warning as he began hammering his long fingers into you at a rapid pace.
The curled digits were hitting your spot so perfectly, making you cry out loudly in pleasure.
Your legs threatening to close as you whimpered, letting out a yelp when Yeonjun slapped your thigh In warning. “Behave, love.” You whimpered once more, teary eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as you turn your head back to look at him and your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.
“F-fuck, feels. F-feels so good,” you moaned, eyes closing as you tried to lean back against your boyfriend. “Look at him. Look at him trying to contain his boner.” Yeonjun increased the pressure on your throat, keeping your head in place as You looked towards Soobin who kept looking away.
“Bet you wanna stuff both of the cocks inside you,” he cooed, sending Soobin a smirk before focusing his attention back on you.
A loud moan escaped your throat when Yeonjun inserted a third finger, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. His fingers curling Against your gummy walls, and you could do nothing but whimper and cry as you neared your orgasm
“A-ah-“ you mewled “m gonna, ngh ‘m g-gonna cum,” you moaned, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach. “Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers and show your Boyfriend’s friend what mess you're gonna make?” You nodded vigorously, your head empty as you babbled out little yeses and pleases.
Yeonjun’s eyes connected with his roommate/ bestfriend, a teasing smirk on his face, “you know, you can get off to me ruining my girl If you’d like, there’s no shame in it,” he shrugged. Soobin scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cussed the black haired man under his breath.
Yeonjun brought His lips down to your ear, “As for you, you don’t get to come until you’re nothing but a fucked up bunny on my cock.” With that, the man removed his fingers from your now fluttering hole, causing you to whine out in protest, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt the coil slowly subside.
Yeonjun lifted you up with ease, placing you on your Hands and knees with your face towards Soobin before filling you up immediately. His length reaching deep inside you making you let out a soundless scream.
Yeonjun started off rough, fucking into you like he had nothing for you but hatred. His hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, cock bullying its way against your g spot with Every merciless thrust.
Your eyes rolled back as You let him flatten your cheek onto the cushion Of the chair. Drool pooling near the side of your Mouth as you were rocked back and forth at a Speed that seemed humanly Impossible.
Your head was foggy, loud sobs and incoherent Moans of his name spilling past your lips. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Let him know who’s making you feel this good,” Yeonjun grunted.
“Y-you- are, ahh,” you let out a loud. Cry, “you’re making me- nghh-making me feel this good. Can feel you so deep,” You whimpered, hesitantly looking towards your boyfriend’s friend direction to find him cock in hand, trying his Hardest to match his fist to the rhythm of his Friend’s thrusts.
Soobin groaned loudly when his eyes met yours, The sight of your fucked out face sending blood Straight to his dick. Yeonjun chuckled at the other Male, gripping onto the curve of your waist as he continued to hammer into you, angling himself to hit all the right spots to drive you crazy.
You mewled as you arched your back, his cock practically pushing against the skin of your lower stomach with each movement of his hips.
“There we go.” He cooed, watching as your face Contorted into one of a pretty little slut who craved nothing but cock. His cock. “See that? This is exactly what my baby needs to look like. Like there’s nothing else in the world but my cock fucking into her, isn’t that right baby?” he groaned.
“Mhm” you cried. “Fucking hell- you’re so tight, feels like you’re gonna break me in half,” Yeonjun grunted. And all you did was let out an incoherent babble in response, barely even registering his words as you were fucked into oblivion. Your eyes teary with nothing but pleasure stars clouded your vision and your toes curled As you neared your release,
“Y-Yeonjun-n.. ‘m gonna Cum, please let me cum. ‘m your good girl ‘n cum on your cock,” you cried out in between Broken Mewls, eyes puffy as you tried to look Back at him.
His voice raspy as he neared his own high. “Go ahead- Fuck, look at him in the eyes and cum for me.”
You let out a string of high pitched moans when He began to rub your clit, your brain fuzzy as Glassy eyes looked towards Soobin. His mouth Opened in pants and groans as he approached
His orgasm with you. “Ngh-ahh, Gonna cum Junnie-‘nie,” you whined.
Yeonjun’s eyes widened, his dick twitching at the Pure desperation in your voice as you begged to be praised. He smirked, watching your ass recoll With each of his harsh thrusts. He hummed,
“Such a good fucking girl for me, taking me so well.” His breathing getting heavier by the second, “Fuck, you’re my good girl baby.”
You let out a high pitched cry, “T-thank you, thank You, oh god ‘m cumming-nghh.” Eyes never Leaving your Soobin’s as your body quivered, Pussy tightening as you came all over in front of another Man who’s not your boyfriend.
Soobin did not take long to follow after you, “Oh f-fuckk” he groaned out as his body spasmed, fist halting around his reddened cock as his cum spilled onto his stomach in hot spurts.
Satisfied, Yeonjun pulled you up by your hair, your Back arched against his chest as he continued to Fuck into you relentlessly. Pulling out another loud String of moans from your swollen lips. His head fell back, never slowing his pace as he reached Closer and closer to his release.
He grunted, his breath hot on your ear when he let out a long groan. “Gonna cum in you baby- Gonna fuck you full” He whispered, his dark eyes meeting Soobin’s hungry ones.
“You’d love that won’t you baby?” you nodded With a shaky whine at his teasing coo, feeling his Thrusts becoming hard and slow.
Yeonjun let out a string of curses, stilling inside you And allowing his cum to fill your tight pussy to the brim.
“That’s it. Take my cum deep. This is exactly how Pretty little sluts like you need to be treated” he Coaxed, slowly pulling out of you for the milky Substance to seep out your hole in spurts.
“Now, Choi. Come clean her up.” His deep Voice demanded. Sitting back with you on his Thighs. His rough hands spreading your legs open Towards your boyfriend bestfriend.
You turn your face towards you boyfriend to show you flushed and fucked out face to him As he smirked and said in response,
“Let him eat you out Babygirl ”
Your folds glistened with your wetness, his cum Slowly dripping out of you as you clenched around Nothing. “Come on. You know you want to.” Yeonjun said to Soobin who’s just staring at Yeonjun’s and Your cum seeping out of your cunt
Soobin stood making his way towards you, kneeling down as His tongue swiping Over his lips before he found his head buried Between your thighs. A soft whimper sounding From your throat at the light overstimulation to Your sensitive clit.
Soobin licked up your folds, sucking both your Sweetness and Yeonjun’s saltiness onto his tongue.
You moaned loudly when he latched his mouth Onto the small bud, his tongue swirling around it, making a string of cries fill the room.
Yeonjun watched in amusement as his friend Devoured your sopping pussy. His long tongue Dipping into your hole and curling into your Painted walls. You let out a mewl, your head Resting
On your boyfriend’s hard chest as his bestfriend Used you as his meal.
“O-oh, S-Soobin”, you mewled, your fingers Tangling in his hair and tugging with every Movement Of his wet tongue. “F-fuck-so good”
You let out a broken cry when Soobin thrusted two Of his slender fingers into you. Lewd squelching Sounds echoing the walls as he fucked them into You.
Your pussy gushed onto his hand, the man’s Skilled tongue unable to keep up with your leaking Juices. Your eyes rolled back when he sucked on Your cilt once more, body shaking lightly at the Sensitivity.
Yeonjun smiled, kissing down your neck while Running his thumb along your bottom lip. Slipping It inside and pressing it at the back of your Tongue. He hummed, “Think we should feed his Ego?” Your head tilting to the side to let him
Graze the skin of your neck with his teeth. “Make A mess on his tongue?”
You twisted and turned as your second orgasm Washed over you. You were so sensitive, trying o squirm away but having your legs held tightly Opened by Yeonjun. “O-oh fuck- ahh, ‘s too much.”
Soobin moaned into you, his face becoming More Drenched by the second as he feasted on your Wetness. Hungrily lapping up everything you had To give. Your pussy squirting messily against Force of his fingers inside you.
“Look at that,” Yeonjun teased, “Finally made a girl squirt.”
Soobin kept on with his torture, loud whines and Mewls falling past your lips as he became drunk On your pussy. His eyes closed and his mouth Latched onto your cunt tightly. His face moving along With the movements of your hips trying to escape Him.
“S-Soobin- nngh too much.” You sobbed, your Legs twitching and your hips jerking as your back Arched, your boyfriend bestfriend getting back to almost Painfully licking at your clit. “Soobin, ‘m too Sensitive” Soobin only looked up at you with Half opened eyes, the only thing on his mind being How fucking good you tasted on his tongue.
Yeonjun groaned, your teary face making his dick Rock hard again. “Give him one more yeah? You Can take it.”
Your second one did not take long to engulf you whole. Your legs trembling once more as you cried Out loudly, Mewls of Soobin’s name falling from your Tongue as your stomach tightened, pussy spilling Even more onto his face. Soobin kept his face buried In you, tongue still making its final laps despite Your constant whimpers.
“Okay now, that’s enough.” Yeonjun laughed, peeling Soobin off of you by his hair. As Soobin lets Out a groan as he tried to latch back onto you.
“Gotta get our girl cleaned up now.”
#choi soobin#kpop#soobin x reader#tomorrow x together#txt smut#txt#txt soobin#beomgyu#choi soobin x reader#hueningkai#choi yeonjun#yeonjun#yeonjun smut#soobin smut#yeonbin#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun x soobin#yeonjun x you#threes0me
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La Cosa Nostra - Pt. 14
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13
Cowritten w/ @janeyseymour
@janeyseymour's evil is keeping y'all guessing. Mine is making y'all wait for parts to be posted. Sorry not sorry. Love you ;)
Summary: Tensions and the disagreement between you and Melissa rise...
WC: 2k
You do your best to hide the absolute rage that you’re feeling from your girls, sat together at your regular table in the corner, but you're pissed. The longer you sit in the restaurant trying to watch after the twins as your wife is in the back, it brews- not just over the fact that she would make this decision essentially over your own head, but that she would draw your girls into the life- even just this little amount that they have no idea about. It was rule number one from the start: business never comes home. Not after Mickey. Yet here home was, sitting right in the middle of business.
“Yes, sweetheart, that's a zebra you're coloring…purple. Great job, á storin.” You murmur as you glance at a haphazardly colored page.
Rosie beams up at you, and Cat is immediately tugging at your arm to show off what she’s been working on- a lion that she’s colored different shades of pink. Out of the two of them, your eldest twin definitely has better fine motor skills.
You look back up at the motion of someone sitting across the table from you. You expect it to be Melissa, taking her dinner break. Your eyebrow raises when you see someone else.
“Luca.” You greet as neutrally as you can manage. “What are you doin’ up here?”
“Ah, y’know, pickin’ up take out for Ma.” He answers with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“Your ma gets take out from here?” You ask, incredulously. “Aren't her and Mel sworn off from eating the other's cooking?”
“What she don't know won't kill her,” Luca chuckles softly. He runs a hand through his hair before scratching the back of his neck. “Just don't go tellin’ her, huh? It's my turn to make dinner ‘fore she's home, and I'm runnin’ late.”
“You couldn't bribe AJ to do it for you tonight, huh?” You tease with a small smile. You may be pissed at your wife, and not thrilled at everything else going on. But Luca was still your family.
“Not tonight.” Luca agrees.
“Y’know,” your wife’s voice sounds as she comes to stand at the side of the table, a bag of Styrofoam containers set close to Luca. “You're lucky I don't tell Kristen Marie about this arrangement myself, Luca. What a hell of a brag I could get.”
Luca smiles, getting to his feet as he takes the take out bag in hand. “Yea, ya could but ya love your nephew more than braggin’ on your sister, Aunt Mel.” He says before kissing both her cheeks with a muttered thank you.
“I’ll see youse at Sunday dinner.” He adds when he pulls away. A hand reaches out to lightly tickle each of your twins to get a laugh. “Be good, tikes.” He says before making his way out of the restaurant.
Melissa drops into the seat Luca left, sighing. “It's a busy night. I think we got more in here than usual.”
Your smile fades as Luca leaves, your gaze falling to your wife. Your anger slowly returns as you remember where you are and why.
“Maybe.” You murmur noncommittally as you look back to Cat and Rosie and their drawings, despite them not calling for your attention. It's rare that you wouldn't want to be looking at your wife when you can. Tonight, though, you know it's just going to simmer your anger. Especially with her acting as if nothing is wrong.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You answer her call for you without looking, helping Rosie's little fingers pull a crayon from the box.
“C’mon, ya can't even look at me?”
You finally turn your gaze back to Melissa, raising an eyebrow.
“Look, I'm sorry, amore—”
“Don't.” You quickly cut her off. “Not here and not when I know you're saying that just ‘cause you hate me bein’ mad at you-not ‘cause you really mean it. We’ll talk about it later.”
“Yeah, later.” Melissa grumbles as she gets up, stalking back to the kitchen.
Melissa doesn't take her dinner break. You roll your eyes when Val brings out three plates with an apology. You assure her it isn't her fault.
It's when she brings the girls dessert that Val apologizes again, stopping you when you try to tell her not to. “Mel said she's gotta stay late tonight.”
You take a deep breath. Finally, you nod and mutter a thank you to Val. “Tell her to come say goodbye to the girls then.” You add, any pretense of hiding how you feel lost with how your voice sounds.
It's a few minutes longer than it should be before Mel makes it out. She lingers in her goodbyes to the twins. Kissing each of their little cheeks multiple times and saying to be good for Mam. You cross your arms when she glances to you, not bothering to say goodbye yourself.
“Mam you didn't kiss Mommy!” Cat is saying as you buckle her into the backseat.
“Well you don't want cooties, do you?” You do your best to lighten and tease so the girls don't think much of the difference in your goodbye to Melissa, or lack thereof.
By the time Melissa gets home, you’ve cooled off enough to get the girls into their own beds, after plenty of stories.
You stay up, sipping on wine, until she comes strolling in through the door.
“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” she tells you as she drops her bag and kicks off her heels.
You roll your eyes, and the anger and hurt that you were feeling earlier comes back when you look at her again. “We’re talking about this.”
“Do we have to tonight?” she groans. “I’m exhausted.”
“And I don’t give a shit,” you say bluntly. “What made you think that you could just go over my head and make the executive decision to bring the girls to the restaurant? What the hell, Melissa. You preach all the time that we’re a team, and that sure as hell didn’t feel like a team effort there.”
“It is,” your wife folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. Usually, you would find that pose of hers sexy, but not tonight. “I told you my thoughts behind it, and I think we’re doing the right thing.”
“You were the one who created the rule that home and business never meet,” you argue. “And then you go back on it without any regard to my thoughts or feelings on it.”
“And I tried to apologize,” she huffs. “But you didn’t want to hear it.”
“Because I know you aren’t sorry!” you half shout. Then you take a deep breath and sigh. “You know what? Whatever. If you want to mix it, be my guest. But if something happens to either of our girls because of it, know that all of that guilt will be on your shoulders because I tried to stop it. Goodnight.”
You pull the blanket draped over the back of the couch down and over your body before laying down.
“Y/N,” your wife rolls those green eyes of hers. “Come on. Come to bed.”
You just turn over and close your eyes, ignoring her pleas for you to join her in your bedroom.
Melissa huffs. You expect to hear her trudge off for your bedroom. Instead, you feel her at your back, nudging her way to share the couch with you.
“Melissa Ann, what are you doin’?”
“You won’t come to bed so I guess we’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“The point of me staying on the couch was to be by myself. Alone.”
“Yeah, but we said we’d never go to bed mad at each other, so.”
You roll your eyes. “Right, just like we said we’d never mix business and home.” You retort, shrugging the blanket off your shoulder and attempting to do the same to your wife.
Melissa doesn’t relinquish her arms wrapped around you though. “Y/N. Would you stop and just…talk to me if we’re really gonna go through this tonight?”
“Now you want to?” You say, twisting enough on the couch to get her face within your sight. “Melissa, you deliberately made a choice, completely without me, which you have doubled down on because you think it’s the right one. Isn’t it bad enough that we’re already putting them in danger just by being who we are? Now we’re gonna take ‘em somewhere and make the risk bigger? What, just ‘cause it isn’t too much so it’ll be okay? I’m not willing to gamble their lives like that! You or me, we know what the hell we’re doin’. Nobody can say we don’t. But them?” You point towards the girls’ bedroom, imploring your wife to get it. “They don’t understand why they can’t have cookies for breakfast. They don’t understand what they’d be putting on the line, not even a little bit.”
Melissa takes a shaky breath. “Why are you so up in arms about this? It’s the safest thing right now. You and I both know that the Feds will get off our backs with the girls always being around, and none of the goons are going to touch a hair on either Cat or Rosie’s heads because they know if they did, there would be hell to pay on all sides.”
“You don’t know that!” you hiss at her. “They ordered a hit on Bobby for somethin’ he did years before they killed him off- an’ he didn’t even deserve it. Who’s to say that they aren’t going to sink that low to get back at one of us?! Or to get us out of the way and to keep La Cosa Nostra up and running?! Melissa, if something happened to you or either of the girls, I would not be able to make it through. La Cosa Nostra would fall to the ground, and so would I. Do you not understand that?”
“We knew the risks we would have to take when we got into this business, and we knew exactly what risks we were bringing to the girls when you decided that you wanted children!” your wife points an accusatory finger at you.
“You and I both know that you were just as excited to have those two as I was, so do not pin this on me!” you seethe. “And I know you chose this life, but I did not. I got mixed up in it young, and I never wanted it to begin with! I certainly do not want our girls to get involved in it either!”
“You didn’t have to stay in this life!” she argues. “You chose to.”
“You know what?” you huff as you stand up abruptly, nearly knocking your wife to the ground in the process. “I’m done talking about this for now. I’m over it.”
“Listen,” Melissa grabs your wrist. “I’m sorry they took the salon out from under you, I’m sorry they handed the business over to me because they trust me more, and I’m sorry that you’re feeling like you aren’t contributing to the family anymore, but you do not get to just be a bitch like this!”
You rip your arm out of her grasp. “I’m the bitch?! I’m the bitch! I’m not the one who went over your head and gave the ledger to Barbara Howard- a rookie move! I’m not the one who disregarded everything and mixed our girls up with the business- despite the fact that we vowed to never do that! But yeah, okay… I’m the fuckin’ bitch. Don’t even try crawling into bed with me tonight.” You storm your way to your bedroom, locking the door as you slam it shut hard enough to shake the entirety of your little townhome.
And then you absolutely lose it. You begin to curse the day that you ever stepped into that blasted salon. You wish you never got caught up in all of this, and you would’ve taken the out that you had been offered years ago. Maybe in another life you would’ve found your way to Melissa and fallen in love, having the blissful, domestic life that you had dreamed up when you were a kid. But now, you’re in deep, and you know it.
#melissa schemmenti fanfiction#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti x you#abbott elementary fanfiction#la cosa nostra#collab fic
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thank you for writing sinister mark x reader omg it's so good 🤭 if you're taking reqs, the pic you posted of the alternate mark got me thinking about some throne smut with him or even sinister mark 😩
YES YES YES YES!!! i am actually reading on invincible now, the comic so i will be flooding my blog soon enough
sinister!mark x reader
cw: no plot just smut really, facefucking, threats, face slapping, slight breathplay, dirty talk, short drable, i might extend on this!!!
you couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t breathe around his thick cock. especially not with how he held your head down, trapping you there, forcing you swallow around his dick. he sat with his legs wide, your upper arms trapped between the backs of his calves and the wooden base of his large chair, your bare chest pressed right against it. “hey- you’re not doing it properly.” he tutted, shaking his head when he noticed that you had started choking around him, trying to pull your head back to get some air.
mark pulled your hair all the way back, yanking your head off of his length, watching with enjoyment when you gasped and spluttered, chasing air so you could breathe again. “put your mouth back on it. you’re lucky i even let you breathe, be grateful.” he said darkly, tapping his tip against your spit-slicked lips, groaning when he slid past them and settled back into your warm mouth. he was a little gentler this time, heavy hand pushing your head back down just a little lighter. you hummed around him, blinking tears out of your eyes and before you could fully relax your throat, he lifted his leg up and rested it on the back of your neck, trapping your head in between his legs, thrusting his hips forwards, carelessly fucking gags out of your throat. “that’s right… stop being so dumb and breathe out your nose, before i break it for you.” you whimpered at his words, tears staining your face.
you couldn’t think, your fingernails digging into the seat of mark’s chair - no, makeshift throne of some kind - eyes wide as you failed to catch your breath. mark let go again, “i said stop being so fucking dumb, did you even hear me?” you slid your mouth off of his dick again, webs of spit keeping you attached to his cock, he licked his lips at the sight of you. tear stained face, chest heaving up and down, nostrils flaring. mark spat at you, thick glob of his saliva landing right under your eye, getting up out of his chair and pulling you up by your hair so that you were both standing. slap, slap, slap. light slaps against your cheek, mark’s face dark in disappointment. “still with me? did that scare you?” he whispered, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. you nodded, sobbing out lightly, leaning into his touch. “oh, my sweet baby…” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead-
SLAP!
you were backhanded, right in your face. you could only stare in shock for a second before you let out a quiet pained “ah-“, your eyes watering up in shock. you hardly had enough time to recover before he slapped you again, this time with his palm and on your other cheek. “now you really have a reason to be scared.” he leaned in, licking the tears from your face, humming as if he had just tasted something sweet.
“now stop crying before i give you something to cry for- i said stop it. that’s it, calm down. breathe, princess. that’s a good wife, i know you aren’t ready for me to use your ass yet so calm down. you and i both know that you don’t want to cry for real, right? good girl.”
#💬 sparkie is typing…#mark grayson x reader#mark grayson smut#dark blog#invincible x reader#invincible smut#sinister!mark#invincible#mark grayson
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fates collide — 양정원 ∞︎︎
you and this hot man you hooked up with once at a party could not stop meeting, he kept following you around, just wanting to hook up again. or maybe he wanted more? you never know until you get a taste?
cyclist!jungwon x fem!reader
this was written for @jungsdesire i hope you like it doll. kisses kisses!
“look who it is!” jungwon tuts, slipping his helmet off and grinning at you. a light blush crosses your cheeks, not a flustered one, an angry one. why was he everywhere you went? In the supermarket, at the convenience store, even at your favorite restaurant. he just found a way to you, like you two were magnets and gravitated toward each other. The hot, burly, and awfully rideable, yang jungwon, could just never stay out of your path. ever since you hooked up with him that one night you couldn’t seem to steer clear of the brown haired man.
jungwon hops off his motorcycle to cross the crosswalk between the two of you. “hello dear.” jungwon says, the smirk on his face highly evident. “jungwon. pleasure seeing you here..” you trail off. “and everywhere else i go” you mutter. “ah you’ve noticed.” jungwon smiles. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while actually.” he confesses. this catches you off guard. “wow, about what exactly?” you question. jungwon licks his lips, his smirk never fading. “when’s our next hookup?” shit. you’d forgotten about what you said that night. when it was all a flurry of pleasure and excitement, you said you’d hookup with him as many times as he wanted. and you were not one to back down on promises, especially from a cocky, arrogant, son of a bitch. “whenever you want it to be.” you faux coo. “that’s great, how about my place, tonight. got any plans?” you didn’t have plans, but you wanted to lie and say you did. “mhm, going to the uh..” you thought. “great.”jungwon smiles. “my place, 9:00pm.” he says. “or do you need a ride? you know, before you ride me?” he smirks. this time your cheeks rushed pink from embarrassment. “mmh..i guess.” you bite the inside of your cheek. “c’mon darling, make sure you hold on tight.” he says as he pulls you onto the motorcycle.
as jungwon speeds down the freeway, your hands grip his back for support, you were terrified of falling off. jungwon looked back at your expression, holding in a chuckle. “you’re a bit red, doll. calm down. we’re almost there.” he says, taking a sharp turn that was sure to throw you off the motorcycle. “here we are.” when you heard jungwon was rich, you didn’t think he was rich rich. you pull up to a large penthouse apartment. “jungwon..you live here?” you ask. “mhm..now come on, we have a fun night ahead of us.”
immediately as you walk into his apartment, his arms wrap around your waist as his hot kisses pepper your neck. “mmh..jung..” you whine as he pushes you up against one of the huge high rise windows. “look at, you’re a beauty.” he tuts. you roll your eyes, squeezing your thighs together as the heat rises. slick drips down your thighs and stains your skirt slightly. jungwon raises an eyebrow. “ah..look at this, you’re oh so wet for me already huh?.” he says. “please..j-jungie..” you whine. “good girl, turn around and bend over. im going to fuck you where the whole city will see, you want that?” he whispers, his vanilla scented breath in your ear. “p-please.” you say again as he slide his cock out of his pants and lifts your skirt. “mhm.” he hums, sliding himself into you perfectly. “fuck.” he moans. “you’re still as tight as when we first fucked, do i need to stretch out this pretty little cunt of yours again?” he tsks. you’re response is incoherent, moaning and whining. “god! please jungie! mmh.” you say, bucking your hips back into his, causing a delicious prick at your cervix. yours and jungwons moans fill the room and lewd clapping and squelching sounds follow.
“fuck! jung!, ‘m so fucking cl-.” you moan out as you squirt your hot, white, liquid down his cock. jungwon follows soon after, his ropes of cum spurting into you. after a minute he pulls out of you, cum dripping down your legs as you kneel, exhausted. “look at you, you giant whore.” he smirks. “see all the people watching?” he points down out his window to a crowd of people, watching you two. you blush, glad you’re still fully covered. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” jungwon says, you stand up and turn towards him, cum still dripping uncontrollably down your thighs.
#not bored huening#koaz writes#notboredhuening#enhypen#enha x reader#enhypen x engene#enhypen smut#enha smut#enha#jungwon#yang jungwon#yang jungwon smut#jungwon hard hours#stan enhypen
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Dive into a world of gothic allure as an elderly vampire lord sweeps you off your feet to his New York penthouse. 🧛🦇🥀
Explore the captivating fantasy of being his object of obsession. 😩 The vampire lord, with his smoldering gaze and commanding presence, becomes fixated on you.
With his silver hair and timeless elegance, he will mesmerise you with his refined manners and poetic words. 📜
🌃 As the nights grow longer and the passion intensifies 🔥 , you delve deeper into the secrets of his world, discovering the dark history that binds you together. Will you succumb to the seductive power of the vampire lord, or will you find the strength to resist his alluring embrace? 👀
Ja ok doch wem wollen wir etwas vormachen? Was für ein Widerstand, bitte?! Richard kann mit uns machen, was er will.
(Warning: shamelessly catering to my romantic vampire needs here, self insert scribblings)
Thank you dearest Näd for this and your unwavering and equally obsessed support in our little fantasy crossover here (grüß mir deinen Werwolf-Mann) 🤍🤍🤍
The saga of the charming older vampire lord continues... for more context, here is his potential backstory, an attempt for the lore behind his vampire existence as a part one so to speak.
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How would we meet?
A large exhibition hall in a historic museum, shortly before the museum's closing. The sun has already set on this winter day, and the moonlight illuminates the dust dancing through the air. A young woman, her reddish-brown hair tightly pulled back into a bun, with bangs falling across her face, leans over a desk, the sleeves of her loose shirt rolled up.
She is completely engrossed in her work, transcribing the text from an old book into her notebook, consulting various entries in her dictionary, and carefully turning the centuries-old pages. She barely hears the slow footsteps approaching and only looks up from her work when the person stands before her desk.
Her gaze is caught by gray eyes under striking eyebrows. The man before her is impeccably dressed, his long gray hair gathered in an elegant braid. Her breath catches briefly—why, she's not exactly sure.
"Good evening. You must be Maria, the one in charge of the exhibition on medieval manuscripts.."
"Yes, that's me. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr..."
"Kruspe. But please, just call me Richard. I must say, the way you handle these artifacts with such care and reverence is truly admirable."
"Ah, this name rings a bell. So I guess you're the one who lent this beautiful manuscript to the museum? I just believe each piece has a story to tell, and it's our duty to ensure they're heard."
"Quite poetic, Maria. I couldn't agree more. Your passion for art is evident."
"Well, it's hard not to be passionate when surrounded by such beauty and history."
"Your enthusiasm for this topic seems to be quite strong. It's quite... captivating to see."
"Oh, thank you...That's very kind of you to say."
"It's merely an observation. Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time. I'll leave you to your work."
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Richard. If you have any questions about the exhibition, feel free to ask."
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How the obsession evolves:
Richard finds himself lingering around the museum more often, drawn to Maria's presence. He battles with his desires, knowing the consequences of succumbing to his vampiric instincts - as it already demanded a loved one of his as a victim over a century ago.
Maria notices Richard's frequent visits and begins to feel a mixture of curiosity and unease. Despite his polite demeanor, there's something unsettling about his gaze.
One restless night, Richard's longing for her reaches a tipping point. He stands outside her home, conflicted yet unable to resist the pull any longer. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he makes a decision that will change both their lives forever, and takes her while she sleeps with him to his New York penthouse, determined to not let her go.
Maria is faced with the task of coming to terms with her new life situation - her new home, a modern golden cage, with a man who anticipates her every wish, who tries to make her life as comfortable as possible, yet... remains silent. He barely speaks to her, and inside him, the conflict between obsession and guilt simmers. It's as if he's denying himself access to his greatest longing. At night, she hears him restlessly pacing on the rooftop, and even though she tries to initiate a conversation, gently understanding his melancholy, she only meets with a few polite words and sad eyes - as if he's punishing her for his decision.
Richard's wrestles with the fear of repeating past tragedies, haunted by memories of the girl he loved and lost to his own monstrous nature. But one night, he gathers his courage: he reveals his dark nature to her, shares with her his past - and contrary to the expected rejection, he encounters understanding and deep emotions.
#rammstein#emigrate#richard kruspe#ask#tiny fanfic-rambling i guess#yes i know this is kind of like a reader insert. and by that i mean ME#vampire#vampire aesthetic
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
—geto showing gojo how to fuck you like you deserve
pairing: geto x fem! reader x gojo
content: smut, voyeurism, cuckholding, creampie, cunnulingus, cum eating (gojo eats geto’s cum out of you), praise, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, fingering, consensual cheating, overstimulation, choking
a/n: i’m really sorry for the repost, tumblr flagged the first one :’)
Geto showing Gojo how to fuck you, Gojo’s darling little girlfriend, just right. Gojo sitting on the single sofa in the two’s shared living room. With Geto on the large one and you on his lap with long fingers deep inside you, curling against your g spot as he pumped them in and out. His other hand was wrapped tightly around your neck, forcing you to keep direct eye contact with your boyfriend.
Gojo gulped hard as he felt his boner grow impossibly harder, straining against his pants as his face grew hot at the sight. Soft moans and pants were leaving your pretty lips as your body jerked with every thrust of Geto’s fingers. “See that? I’m barely even doing anything and she’s becoming a mess.” Geto scoffed, giving you no warning as he began hammering his long fingers into you at a rapid pace.
The curled digits were hitting your spot so perfectly, making you cry out loudly in pleasure. Your legs threatening to close as you whimpered, letting out a yelp when Geto slapped your thigh in warning. “Behave, slut.” You whimpered once more, teary eyes meeting your boyfriend’s as your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy.
“F-fuck.. feels.. f-feels so good,” you moaned, eyes closing as you tried to lean back against the huge man.
“Look at him. Look at your boyfriend try to contain his boner.” Geto increased the pressure on your throat, keeping your head in place as you looked towards Gojo who kept looking away. “Bet he’s never even made you feel this good,” he falsely cooed, sending Gojo a smirk before focusing his attention back on you.
A loud moan escaped your throat when Geto inserted a third finger, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. His fingers curling against your gummy walls, and you could do nothing but whimper and cry as you neared your orgasm. “A-ah—” you mewled “m gonna, ngh— ‘m g-gonna cum,” you moaned, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach.
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers and show your boyfriend what he could never do?” You nodded vigorously, your head empty as you babbled out little yeses and pleases. Geto’s eyes connected with his roommate’s, a teasing smirk on his face, “you know, you can get off to me ruining your girl if you’d like, there’s no shame in it,” he shrugged.
Gojo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cussed the black haired man under his breath. Geto brought his lips down to your ear, “as for you, you don’t get to come until you’re nothing but a brain less slut on my cock.”
With that, the man removed his fingers from your now fluttering hole, causing you to whine out in protest, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt the coil slowly subside.
Geto lifted you up with ease, placing you on your hands and knees with your face towards Gojo before filling you up immediately. His length reaching deep inside you making you let out a soundless scream. Geto started off rough, fucking into you like he had nothing for you but hatred.
His hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, cock bullying its way against your g spot with every merciless thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you let him flatten your cheek onto the cushion of the chair. Drool pooling near the side of your mouth as you were rocked back and forth at a speed that seemed humanly impossible.
Your head was foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Let him know who’s making you feel this good,” Geto grunted.
“Y-you— fuck- you are, ahh,” you let out a loud cry, “you’re making me- nghh— making me feel this good. Can feel you so deep,” You whimpered, hesitantly looking towards your boyfriend’s direction to find him cock in hand, trying his hardest to match his fist to the rhythm of his friend’s thrusts.
Gojo groaned loudly when his eyes met yours, the sight of your fucked out face sending blood straight to his dick. Geto chuckled at the other male, gripping onto the curve of your waist as he continued to hammer into you, angling himself to hit all the right spots to drive you crazy.
You mewled as you arched your back, his cock practically pushing against the skin of your lower stomach with each movement of his hips. “There we go..” he cooed, watching as your face contorted into one of a pretty little slut who craved nothing but cock. His cock.
“See that? This is exactly what the bitch needs to look like. Like there’s nothing else in the world but your cock fucking into her, isn’t that right baby?” he groaned.
“Mhm!” you cried.
“Fucking hell- you’re so tight, feels like you’re gonna break me in half,” Geto grunted. And all you did was let out an incoherent babble in response, barely even registering his words as you were fucked into oblivion. Your eyes teary with nothing but pleasure.
Stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you neared your release, “S-suguru.. ‘m gonna cum, please let me cum. Wanna be your good girl ‘n cum on your cock,” you cried out in between broken mewls, eyes puffy as you tried to look back at him.
“You’re an even bigger slut than I thought, I hope your little boyfriend is taking notes on how to treat his slutty little girlfriend.” his voice was deep and raspy as he neared his own high. “Go ahead- fuck, look him in the eyes and cum for me.”
You let out a string of high pitched moans when he began to rub your clit, your brain fuzzy as glassy eyes looked towards Gojo. His mouth opened in pants and groans as he approached his orgasm with you. “Ngh— ahh. Gonna cum Suguru- ‘m a good girl right? P-please tell me ‘m a good girl,” you whined.
Geto’s eyes widened, his dick twitching at the pure desperation in your voice as you begged to be praised. He smirked, watching your ass recoil with each of his harsh thrusts. He hummed, “Such a good fucking girl for me, taking me so well.” His breathing getting heavier by the second, “Fuck, you’re my good girl baby.”
You let out a high pitched cry, “T-thank you, thank you, oh god ‘m cumming— nghh.” Eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s as your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over another man’s cock.
Gojo did not take long to follow after you, “Oh f-fuckk.” he groaned out as his body spasmed, fist halting around his reddened cock as his cum spilled onto his stomach in hot spurts.
Satisfied, Geto pulled you up by your hair, your back arched against his chest as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. Pulling out another loud string of moans from your swollen lips. His head fell back, never slowing his pace as he reached closer and closer to his release.
He grunted, his breath hot on your ear when he let out a long groan. “Gonna cum in you baby— gonna fuck you full and make your boyfriend eat you out.” He whispered, his dark eyes meeting Gojo’s hungry ones.
“You’d love that won’t you baby?” you nodded with a shaky whine at his teasing coo, feeling his thrusts becoming hard and slow.
Geto let out a string of curses, stilling inside you and allowing his cum to fill your tight pussy to the brim. A glare on his face when Gojo opened his mouth to protest.
“That’s it. Take my cum deep. This is exactly how pretty little sluts like you need to be treated.” he coaxed, slowly pulling out of you for the milky substance to seep out your hole in spurts.
“Now, Satoru. Come clean her up.” his deep voice demanded. Sitting back with you on his thighs. His rough hands spreading your legs open towards your boyfriend.
Your folds glistened with your wetness, his cum slowly dripping out of you as you clenched around nothing. “Come on. You know you want to.”
Gojo stood up. Being stopped by Geto who grinned.
“Crawl.”
Gojo huffed lowly, getting down on his knees and crawling his way over to you. His tongue swiping over his lips before he found his head buried between your thighs. A soft whimper sounding from your throat at the light overstimulation to your sensitive clit.
Gojo licked up your folds, sucking both your sweetness and geto’s saltiness onto his tongue. You moaned loudly when he latched his mouth onto the small bud, his tongue swirling around it making a string of cries fill the room.
Geto watched in amusement as his friend devoured your sopping pussy. His long tongue dipping into your hole and curling into your painted walls. You let out a mewl, your head resting on Geto’s hard chest as your boyfriend used you as his meal.
“O-oh, S-Satoru baby,” you mewled, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging with every movement of his wet tongue. “F-fuck— so good.” you let out a broken cry when Gojo thrusted two of his slender fingers into you. Lewd squelching sounds echoing the walls as he fucked them into you.
Your pussy gushed onto his hand, the man’s skilled tongue unable to keep up with your leaking juices. Your eyes rolled back when he sucked on your clit once more, body shaking lightly at the sensitivity.
Geto smiled, kissing down your neck while running his thumb along your bottom lip. Slipping it inside and pressing it at the back of your tongue. He hummed, “Think we should feed his lil ego?” Your head tilting to the side to let him graze the skin of your neck with his teeth. “Make a mess on his tongue?”
You twisted and turned as your second orgasm washed over you. You were so sensitive, trying to squirm away but having your legs held tightly opened by Geto. “O-oh fuck— ahh, ‘s too much.”
Gojo moaned into you, his face becoming more drenched by the second as he feasted on your wetness. Hungrily lapping up everything you had to give. Your pussy squirting messily against the force of his fingers inside you.
“Look at that,” Geto teased, “Finally made your girlfriend squirt.”
Gojo kept on with his torture, loud whines and mewls falling past your lips as he became drunk on your pussy. His eyes closed and his mouth latched onto you tight. His face moving along with the movements of your hips trying to escape him.
“S-satoru— nngh- too much.” you sobbed, your legs twitching and your hips jerking as your back arched, your boyfriend getting back to almost painfully licking at your clit. “Satoru, ‘m too sensitive- fuck.” Gojo only looked up at you with half opened eyes, the only thing on his mind being how fucking good you tasted on his tongue.
Geto groaned, your teary face making his dick rock hard again. “Give him one more yeah? You can take it.”
Your second one did not take long to engulf you whole. Your legs trembling once more as you cried out loudly. Mewls of Gojo’s name falling from your tongue as your stomach tightened, pussy spilling even more onto his face. Gojo kept his face buried in you, tongue still making its final laps despite your constant whimpers.
“Okay now, that’s enough.” Geto laughed, peeling Gojo off of you by his hair. Your boyfriend letting out a groan as he tried to latch back onto you. “Gotta get our girl cleaned up now.”
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