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masonmtxo · 2 days

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Insatiable

Summary: Y/N teasing Mason relentlessly while his barber does his hair

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: this is sorta filthy without there being any actual smut?

Note: this is a result of my brain going into meltdown when the picture of Mase with a marked neck from the barbers gown was posted 🫣 please please leave feedback, it really means the world 🩷

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Mason groaned loudly in your ear as he released into you, instantly dropping his head into the crook of your neck, the weight of his body pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he relaxed into you. You giggled softly, gently raking your fingers through his hair as he came down from his orgasm that had him near enough trembling against you. He had been so pent up, the post orgasm come down had hit him hard so you gave him a moment, knowing full well he wouldn't form a coherent sentence for several minutes after the event.

Once his breathing had finally slowed you gently tugged on his locks, encouraging him to lift his head and look at you, needing to see his face after the intensity of what you had just done, "you okay?”

He nodded, eyes still bleary, lips red and swollen, a pretty grin adorning them at the sight of your equally as flushed face, "yeah, just needed a minute."

You smirked at him, loving the way you could work him into such a state of sexual bliss he was rendered speechless. He had been away for a few nights with the team for a match in Italy, making him extra needy for you when he stepped through the front door. You hadn't even made it upstairs before you had him whining for you, on your knees taking your time to swallow him down your throat until he came. Your escapades had continued throughout the house, ending with him pounding into you on your shared bed after giving each other multiple orgasms throughout the early afternoon.

You checked the clock on the nightstand beside you, eyes bulging at the sight, "fuck Mase, it's nearly half 4 already!"

He didn't lift his head from where he had burrowing back into you, letting out a short laugh, "Jesus, I got home at 1."

"Nearly 3 and a half hours, that ridiculous," you couldn't help but chuckle with him, "think that's a new record."

His head lifted from your chest so he could look at you, the sight of his disheveled hair making your heart jump with love for him, knowing nobody else got to see him this way.

"Dunno, I reckon when I got back from the world cup we must have been going at it for longer,” his smirk made you twitch, instantly floating back to the night you shared after being separated for weeks. He had been relentless, his head between your legs bring you to more consecutive orgasms than you thought was humanly possible, before fucking into your overstimulated body for multiple rounds that had you screaming.

You both fell silent, enjoying the peacefulness of just being with each other, your bodies aching in the most perfect way. You couldn't help but stare at his soft features, heart expanding with even more love that you thought possible as you admired his pretty face, wanting more than anything to kiss over the freckles dotted across his flushed cheeks but you stopped yourself, not wanting to disturb him as his eyes fluttered shut again, feeling your eyes closed and head lull back as you joined him for a late afternoon snooze.

The sound of your doorbell had you both jumping upright in an instant, Mason exclaiming a loud "shit!" Before springing up out of bed and grabbing the black gym shorts he had thrown to the ground an hour earlier in his haste to get you into bed.

You couldn't help but giggle as you watched him hopping to the door, naked arse on show as he scrambled to get the shorts up his legs, still not fully situated on his hips when he darted out the bedroom door.

He was gone in a flash, no further explanation as to who was at your door but you figured you may as well follow, curiosity getting the better of you, pulling on Mason's large t-shirt.

It wasn't until you were midway down the staircase that you noticed it, too late to say anything as Mason had already pulled the door open, his barber, Adam, standing on the other side of the threshold. Your eyes fixed on his muscled back, long red scratches littering the expanse of it. They weren't deep by any means, caused only by your fingernails in desperation to grab hold of him in any way you could.

Though the worst marks were left across the back of his neck, inches above the tattoo you loved to trace over with your lips when you cuddled him from behind, caused by what you could only presume was the chain of his necklace that you had pulled tight around his neck as he fucked into you. The angry red indents stood out against the soft, pale skin of his neck, making you cringe as they were far from unnoticeable.

You winced as he turned to guide Adam into the house, watching as his eyes landed on the recognisable marks on Mason's back, causing his lips to twitch into a slight smirk. In a moment of horror, you felt his eyes flick to yours, noticing the way you stood frozen on the staircase in only a T-shirt, cheeks burning as you had unmistakably been caught red handed.

Offering a quick wave, you spun on the spot and ran back up the stairs, extremely conscious of the fact you hadn't cleaned yourself up yet and could still feel Mason's cum between your thighs. You let out another squeak of horror as you slipped into the bathroom and caught sight of your appearance in the mirror, kicking yourself for even following him out the room when you weren't even remotely presentable for anyone at the door. Everything about your reflection screamed 'I've just been relentlessly fucked for the past few hours, making yourself cringe more than you already were.

After cleaning yourself up, you quickly stripped your bed of the sweaty, stained bedsheets, the smell of sex in your bedroom slowly disappearing as the candle you lit began to burn.

Grabbing a hoodie of Mason's and a pair of knickers, you made yourself at least decent, attempting to tame your hair with a brush.

You were observing your reflection in the mirror when you heard the bedroom door open, your shirtless boyfriend appearing in the doorway.

"Baby, what the fuck have you done to my back," he smirked, spinning so you could have a clear view, "I just clocked it in the mirror as I was coming upstairs."

"Oopsy?" You offered, shrugging at him with a cheeky grin, knowing full well he loved it when you marked him up in bed, loving it when you were so desperate for him you would frantically scrape at his back and bite down on his shoulder.

"I'm guessing Adam's already noticed," he laughed as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck and pecking your cheek affectionately.

You stood up from your dressing table and cuddled into him, nodding into his neck, "judging by the look on his face when he followed you in, he's well aware of what we just got up to."

Mason couldn't help but let out another laugh, unbothered by the fact his barber had just caught him post-fuck, he was never ashamed of anyone knowing what the pair of you get up to when your alone. Poor Woody had been victim to your antics on multiple occasions when he stayed over. You learnt early on in your relationship that Mason had no shame when it came to sex, and for the most part, neither did you, the teasing in the kitchen from his best mate the next day about your noise levels never bothering you. But something about his barber knowing made you cringe internally.

"Why are you up here anyway?"

He gestured down to his crotch, his half hard dick prominent in his tight shorts which did nothing to cover up what he was packing, "I need to put some boxers on before I give Adam another eyeful."

You watched as he stepped away and pulled the shorts down, eyes not moving away from his naked body as he stood completely exposed. He smirked down at you, enjoying the way you reacted to the sight, pulling you back up against his body, "you're insatiable, been fucking you silly for hours and you're still dribbling at the sight of my cock"

"You did that on purpose to work me up," you whined, closing the gap between you again, hand skimming down his chest in an attempt to grab at his length, but he stopped you, holding you wrist in his and stopping it from traveling any further.

"Behave," the firmness of his voice made you shiver in anticipation, "and once he's gone I might give you what you want."

He raised his eyebrows at you as you whined, pouted lips and screwed up nose making him smirk in amusement at how bratty you could be when you weren't getting what you wanted. He stepped away and around your body, grabbing a pair of boxers from his draw before slipping them up his narrow hips.

He turned to see you still boggling at his exposed body, eyes hazed over, "can you stop staring at me like a piece of meat and give me my shorts," he teased, gesturing the material on the floor by your feet.

Reluctantly, you picked them from the floor and tossed them towards him, sticking your tongue out childishly as he smirked.

Mason pulled up his shorts slowly, hand dipping into the waistband to 'adjust' himself in a way you know was purposefully to wind you up even more, “come down with me?," he asked sweetly, a complete 180 from the teasing tone he had taken on before, "I want to go shorter but need your opinion."

"Fine, let me just grab some joggers," you turned to walk away, stopping when you felt his hand grab hold of your hip.

He smirked, "don't bother, he's already seen you without, and I like the view."

Rolling your eyes, you allowed him to take your hand in his, reluctantly following him downstairs.

You weren't stupid, he never usually consulted you for haircuts, you knew he wanted to watch you squirm in front of Adam, sensing your embarrassment at the situation a mile off. But you refused to let him get to you, determined to make him as flustered as he was attempting to make you.

Adam had already set his kit up along the kitchen island, pulling a chair out from under the counter when you walked in, throwing you a polite smile when he noticed Mason had you in tow.

Situating yourself on the sofa across the room as you watched your boyfriend discuss the style he wanted, you couldn't help but admire his side profile, quickly turning away when he caught you staring, a smirk pulling across his pretty lips. You knew this game was fruitless, his ability to get you flustered with just a look was enough to make you hand him the win. But you were determined to at least make him squirm a bit.

The TV was already switched on the sport channel, some form of golf competition showing on the screen. You didn't bother looking for the remote to change it, knowing you wouldn't pay attention to whatever you flicked onto.

You pretended to be disinterested in the men's presence, not joining in their chit chat as Adam got to work. Eyes following the screen, but mind running wild of how Mason would look dressed in some of the outfits worn by the professional golfers, seeing a particularly cute jumper you thought you'd buy for him before he next went golfing with his mates.

"Don't I know it mate, y/n is a nightmare." Your ears pricked at the sound of your name, brows creasing at Mason's choice of words, your head twisting to glare at him. You knew it was intentional the second you caught the teasing look in his eye, he had wanted to pull your focus back onto him.

Refusing to back down, you bit back, "and how am I a nightmare, do tell Mase?”

"Adam was just saying how his missus made them half an hour late to dinner last night, I was saying you're the same," he responded, "takes you about 10 years to settle on an outfit."

"Not sure about that Mason, since I don't even remember the last time you took me out for dinner," you knew it was a low blow and not even remotely true, he had wined and dined you not even a week ago, before he had gone away.

But he picked up on your challenge, instantly clocking on to your attempt to bait him, "don't be such a spoilt brat baby, l'm a busy man."

"Yeah, too busy for me apparently," you whined, spotting the remote sitting on the other side of the sofa, the clogs in your brain spinning as you thought of a way to rile him up further.

Watching out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Adam move to his front, focusing on scissoring through Mason's quiff. Taking the opportunity, you quickly cleared your throat to make sure you had his attention before getting onto your knees and stretching across the seat for the remote, arse stuck in the air. Glancing over your shoulder you noticed your boyfriend's expression drop, the teasing look from before now long gone, replaced by what you can only describe as panic.

You couldn't help but giggle quietly, giving your arse a quick wiggle as you purposely pulled the jumper over your hips to give him an even more explicit view, a lacy red thong the only thing stopping you from being entirely on display.

Not wanting to get caught, you quickly sat back on your heels, grabbing the remote before looking back over, Mason’s eyes still fixated on your every move. Adam was still messing around with his fringe, combing it and tidying it up repeatedly.

You werent sure what came over you, but you quickly dropping back onto your elbows with your back arched, forcing you bum are far out as you could and gyrating your hips in the air the way you do when you are silently begging him to hurry up and fuck you from behind.

His sharp intake of breath had you tensing, hoping Adam wouldn't catch on to the tension building in the room, but you breathed out when you heard him start humming, too focused on his job to pay you any mind.

With one final moment of bravery, this teasing side of you not one that came out often, you found your hand trailing up your body, firmly grabbing over your bum to grope it in a way you knew Mason would be itching to in that moment. And without a second thought, you grab onto your panties, quickly yanking them to the side and giving Mason a clear view of your dripping pussy.

“Enough.” He spat, making you drop back to the sofa instantly with a gleeful giggle, Adam stopping what he was doing and giving Mason a puzzled look.

“Sorry mate, I dunno why it came out like that,” Mason rushed out as he realised his barber assumed he was talking to him, none the wiser to your antics, “I just think that’s probably enough length off the top.”

Adam laughed lightly, still visibly confused but feeding into Mason’s cover, “no problem bro, I’ll just tidy up your beard then you’ll be done. Want it like usual?”

“Yes, ple…”

You cut him off, leaning on the arm of the sofa, jumper now making you decent, “don’t take any length off, just tidy it up.”

Adam turned back to Mason with a questioning look, your boyfriend watching as you smiled at him sweetly.

“You happy with that Mase?”

“Yeah bro, whatever the missus wants I guess,” he shrugged, knowing you loved him with longer facial hair and wanting Adam out the door as quickly as possible.

Sitting back on the sofa as Adam started asking about his plans for the summer once the season was over, you grabbed the remote to pass the time until he was finally done.

•••

"All finished mate," you heard Adam say at last, glancing over to see him unclipping the cloak from Mason's neck, not missing the way his lips curved into a small smirk as the evidence of your antics on his neck was uncovered. The harsh red marks looking even more prominent than before.

"I won't take a picture to post on socials this time... you know..because of…” Adam gestures to his neck, Mason's face dropping into a smirk as he clocked onto what his barber meant.

"Yeah sorry about that mate, she gets a bit carried away sometimes," he chuckles, both sets of their eyes darting to you as you continued to flick through the channels, pretending to ignore their conversation to save you any further embarrassment.

You stayed put as Adam quickly cleared his equipment, making small talk with Mason about the upcoming match before throwing a quick bye to you and heading to the door, Mason in tow to see him out.

"Cheers bro, see you in a few weeks." Mason's voice was followed by what sounded like claps on the back as they embraced, the door finally clicking shut as silence fell through the house and your stomach clenched with anticipation.

You heard his feet quickly making their way back to you in the lounge, his voice sharp but you knew he wasn't actually annoyed, frustrated and horny, but not annoyed, "you're a little shit, you know that right?"

“What did I do?” You smiled coyly, reaching for him as he made his way over to you. He dropped himself over your body, hoisting your legs around his waist as he pressed his hard crotch into yours, absentmindedly beginning to thrust his hips against you.

“You know exactly what you did, my dick popped up so fucking quick I dunno how Adam didn’t spot it,” he laughed inbetween lazy kisses against you mouth.

You couldn't help but blush, shocked at your own actions, but secretly happy to have gotten him so worked up he seemingly was ready to go for another round without much convincing. “He probably did, just didn't want to mention you getting hard at the sight of him doing your hair,” you teased with a bubble of laughter at his misfortune.

Mason rolled his eyes, burying his face in your neck, “little did he know my brat of a girlfriend was humping the air and flashing me behind him.”

Pulling him up for another kiss, you both smiled into eachothers mouths, messily making out like teenagers.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” he whispered, lips trailing down your neck in a way that had goosebumps prickling across your skin.

"There's no sheets on the bed, they were filthy after this afternoon's session,” you moaned, pulling at his hair.

"Right here on the sofa it is then,” he smirked.

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ch4mpagnedrought · 2 days

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friendly game

[full series]

mdni ! art, tashi, patrick

summary: pinning two of the greatest tennis players of our future will not work with you and tashi, in fact, you’ve learnt to share your prizes.

deep breaths. you take deep breaths when taking your racket out of its bag, all five fingers wrapping around the grip tightly, that is so intensely watched by two pairs of curious eyes from above in the stands, inaudibly gawking at the way your black tennis dress, sporting a small nike logo above your left breast, flourishes from around your thighs to expose the surfaces of your skin that don’t see the sun very often.

maybe the single most important game at the 2006 US open, between two upcoming tennis prodigies that also happen to be best friends. an oxymoron on the court really, tashi’s in white, you in black, her in adidas, you in nike, her hair in a tight braid, yours slicked into a low bun. eyes are torn completely apart as the both of you travel across the court, rebutting every single one of each others moves like a choreographed dance, the jaws of your audience slacked open. everybody remains paralysed, leaving the squeaks of your shoes and the heavy grunts of your labour to echo across the stands—until hands grip onto neighbouring knees and the final shot is swung.

“yes!” you shriek, throwing your racket to the ground in ecstasy, letting it bounce back behind you and the strings to shrivel from the force. from across the court, tashi heaves with squinted eyes, watching your celebration with parted lips and stepping closer to the net where you meet her—your arms wrapping around each others glistening shoulders and chests pressing firmly against one another, “good game” she tilts her head to whisper her appraisals and you hum a sweet note, flashing her a smile while the two men blink down at you. their minds completely empty apart from a state of euphoria, seeing two of the most beautiful women they had ever laid their eyes on embrace after a game that was essentially life or death. already replaying the erotic extensions of your legs at every side step, hips swivelling and slender arms extending to shape an image from within the deepest depths of their minds.

the same way that they stood completely still and fixated onto the images of you at the celebratory party hosted for you and tashi. the blonde haired boy taking sips of his drink between all the thoughts that expel from the image of you, mid underhand serve, and run through his mind. while the other faces an image of tashi, mid overhead, and tries not to make it obvious that his gaze slips into imagining anything other than what is underneath those clothes she endorses.

even when you notice their toying eyes, approaching you sat knee-to-knee with tashi at a table having just spent the last twenty minutes dancing with one another that hadn’t gone unnoticed by them either, “art donaldson and patrick zweig, right?” their eyes are momentary frozen wide before art exhales an exasperated breath, choking up on nothing. “in the flesh” patrick mumbles, fidgeting with the rim of his coke bottle. your eyes dart from one boy to another, left to right, both of their shoulders tensing as they watch tashi’s lips uncurl from the pink straw of her orange drink, guiding the bottle towards your own lips, pressing the straw into your mouth nonchalantly to share a sip of the beverage, and the sweetness of her lip gloss.

“that, that game…it was seriously breathtaking” art chokes out to the both of you, looking down admirably at you and noticing the small freckles the sun has peppered on your nose that hadn’t been visible from the top of the stands. tashi thanks him, putting the straw back into her own mouth and projecting a mental image of you and her swapping more than saliva into patrick’s mind.

his feet shuffle on the spot, shaking away the thought, “you dealt with the loss much better than i would’ve.” lightheartedly he jokes, gesturing towards tashi and sending her a small smile, “how do you two stay friends?”

“we’ve been friends since childhood,” tashi takes a glance at you, but you’re already looking back, “there’s no bad blood, we learn from eachother.” the palm of her hand flattens on your thigh momentarily, leaning back further into the couch. patrick and art huff, elbowing one another, “just like us.”

they flatter the two of you, showering you with compliments, all while trying to make it seem as if they hadn’t been discussing what exactly they would say to you for the past couple hours, until you and tashi were standing in front of their hotel room door, silently leaning closer to hear whatever was going on inside. “they don’t have time to come here” a muffled voice speaks from behind the door, and another groans loudly.

you and tashi share a small smirk, holding back laughter when she knocks on the door to hear a sudden ruckus.

“hi” “hey” they sing simultaneously, mouths agape like two little dogs, panting at the sight of a treat, or drooling at the ring of a bell. neither you nor tashi even have the time to greet them, patrick opening the door a little wider and beckoning you inside, coming together on the floor of the questionably coloured carpet with a single can of beer in the middle.

patrick leans back onto his hands. “so, when did you two become friends?” tashi points a finger between the two, wrapping her arms around her knees and tilting her head in curiosity. “we’ve been bunkmates since we were twelve” he answers, and art glances down at his crossed legs with a nervous smile. you nod your head, whispering a small “cute” under your breath and brushing patrick’s wrist with your fingers when taking the beer he offers, making the hairs on his arms stand upright. the beer is warm and bitter, and you pass the can to tashi after leaving a wet imprint of your lips that art would try to discreetly swipe his tongue over only moments later.

“you share girls often?” you ask and patrick’s brows quirk up, corner of his mouth tilting upwards. “this is our first time.” art says, pinkish blush spreading across his nose and the apples of his cheeks that implies his mind is drifting somewhere else. “why? are we not your type?” tashi laughs, leaning over towards art and tucking her hair behind her ears, his eyes following her closely, “aren’t you two everybody’s type?”

the boys shift in their positions, patrick lifting his hips up into the air briefly to get a little more comfortable and art pressing his hands into his knees, sharing a glance between them. all of the breath you exhale meshes into a palpable energy, and your gaze switches between art and patrick in a way they’ve already grown to love, their faces twitching with an eager awkwardness, “are you each other’s type?”

art chuckles out, “no…no.” he denies with a head shake, patrick peering over his shoulder at him silently, “no, we’ve never done anything like that.”

your’s and tashi’s eyes meet briefly, lips turning up into a smile.

“well…” patrick begins and art immediately jerks his head towards him, hoping that he wasn’t about to say the one thing he didn’t want to share, “i mean…”

“patrick, no.”

“don’t be shy, you have to tell us now” you tempt, a playful glint in the glance you give art.

patrick clears his throat, “you know, i just, taught art how to jerk off” he explains casually art’s right of passage while he holds his head in shame, painting an image of him being covered in his own ejaculation, over his stomach and legs like he had just “spilled milk” all over himself.

“that was a really adorable story” tashi hums, placing a hand on your shoulder to hoist herself up from the floor, and reaching out to help you up too. two pairs of eyes follow you around intently, admiring the tips of your fingers that swipe over various objects in their hotel room and feeling a little embarrassed about how obvious it is that they cleaned it only around 10 minutes ago. random pairs of boxers making an appearance from underneath the two single beds that they had pushed together, and an alarming amount of cigarette ash on the surface of the drawers.

tashi’s hand finds your wrist and guides you onto their bed where you take a seat patiently, criss-crossed, waiting for one of the boys to catch on and join you, while they are utterly immersed in the idea that the two of you are real and really in their bed.

silently, you usher them towards you with a tilt of the head, both of them jumping to their feet, basically leaping onto the bed so all four of you make a square, knees very slightly brushing against one another. theres a silent anticipation, tension weaving around all of you and luring your bodies closer. you take a quick look at each of their faces, their dilated pupils and irregular breaths, and move your lips closer to art’s, watching him inhale deeply like he wants to take all the air from your lungs for himself. then patrick, that selfishly attempts to lean his face closer before you can pull away.

you look towards tashi, who inches her face closer to yours, lips parted slightly and meeting in the middle for a kiss. in your peripheral vision, it’s hard not the notice the way that art and patrick are restraining themselves from punching a fist into the air out of joy, loud and shallow breaths caressing your cheeks. your mouth opens wider, leaning in deeper to consume every part of tashi’s lips in a hungry craze while her hand reaches into your hair to pull you closer. the two other men that keenly wait had slipped out of mind, still staring with a captivated stillness when you pull away from one another.

all you have to do is lean back onto your hands for art to pounce onto the side of your neck that becomes exposed, while patrick leans in to plant a kiss onto tashi’s jaw. on the surface their lips travel across the curve of your necks, heads fallen back, suctioning until they can taste the flavour of your perfume that lingers on your skin, while your hands exchange messily beneath; art’s touch feathering on your arm and reaching for tashi’s shoulder, and patricks arms intertwining with art’s to extend and touch your’s and tashi’s thighs.

patrick nuzzles his lips into divot the beneath tashi’s ear, journeying across her shoulder and onto your own in one smooth line, nearly head-butting with art when he shuffles to grace tashi with the same tender attention.

your hands scrunch into patrick’s dark hair, body involuntarily aching until you draw him closer to your face by the chin to connect with his lips. he balances himself in front of you, planting his hands at your sides to allow him to move even closer to you all while tashi hums into art’s gently mingling lips.

pulling back from patrick, you move onto art’s swollen mouth that glistens with lip gloss, tasting the remnants of tashi and yourself on them. all four of your faces coming together in the middle, so close that there is a dangerous lack of oxygen.

tongues pressing flat on top of another, swiping over bottom lips to feel every ridge and an accumulation of hot air. you become lightheaded at the different hands that grope over your figure, being pulled in by the back of your neck. there’s a contrast in the way each one of them kisses; tashi’s lips are familiar and firm, patrick’s are similar in their starved manner, and art’s yearn to take every molecule you are made of and ingest it.

tashi catches on immediately to the way that your left hand squeezes hers and pulls back to leave only art and patrick breathlessly grasping onto the others torso, noses pressing against each other at every tilt of the head and tongues slipping astray. the moment is only short, you and tashi glancing at one another, unbothered at whether they have noticed that you’re gone or secretly fulfilling a guilty hankering.

“okay.” tashi says, slapping her palms across her legs and sending a smile at the two boys. bottom lips slicked with one another’s saliva they remain frozen, only inches apart.

“goodnight, we have an early morning tomorrow.” you buzz, patrick and art separating only to let you slide past them on the bed, tashi following close behind and you wrapping your arms around her bicep absentmindedly.

neither one of them are able to make a sound, mouthing a “goodnight” that isn’t audible, admiring the way both of your curly brown hair sways behind you, walking out in the matching shorts they wonder if you ever swap.

they look at one another, then at the imprints in the floral blanket that your bodies left, scrunches where exactly you sat that they are both ready to smush their faces into. all while you and tashi stand outside of their hotel room once again, tuning in to the muffled dialogue about art’s grandmother before scurrying down the hotel hallway—hand in hand.

#challengers #challengers x reader #art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #tashi duncan x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x you #art donaldson imagine #art donaldson fic #patrick zweig #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x you #patrick zweig imagine #patrick zweig fic #tashi duncan #tashi duncan smut #tashi duncan x you #tashi duncan fic

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4unnyr0se · 2 days

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❥ the babysitter | choso kamo

warnings: normal! au, babysitter! au, fem! reader, choso loves yuji so much and it makes my heart happy, switch! choso, switch! reader, oral sex (m! receiving), heavy use of marijuana, choso is a dick in the first part, hickeys, very lewd language, breeding, unprotected sex, sex while high, making out, mac and cheese, he whines a little bit, degrading if u squint

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 5.4k

“For a whole ass weekend?” Choso yelled, slamming his hand onto the kitchen table, hissing at the stinging sensation that followed shortly after. He gripped his phone so tightly that it almost cracked the cheap plastic casing surrounding the expensive tech. “You seriously hired a babysitter through the weekend? Why? I’d do it for free, for fucks sake!” He groaned, grumbling profanities under his breath. He didn’t mind that his parents wanted him to watch Yuji while staying at a hotel for a couple of days; he didn’t. But he did mind his parents hiring a babysitter to stay at their house through the weekend to watch Yuji with Choso. He didn’t fucking know who you were. Did his parents even perform a background check on you? Sure, they had always been slightly relaxed, but did they loosen up since he moved onto campus? For all he knew, you could be a serial killer or a felon or really fucking annoying.

Choso cringed at the sudden height in volume as his mother yelled at him through the phone, lecturing him about getting over his trust issues and just taking it easy for once. Choso mumbled a goodbye and shoved his phone in the back pocket of his ripped black jeans, his violet eyes staring blankly into nothingness. Did he seriously have to put up with a total stranger for a weekend? At least he could hang out with his little brother, and that’s probably the only good thing that could come out of this mess.

Walking quickly up the stairs, he entered Yuji’s room and found him sleeping peacefully. A small, content smile graced his lips at the sight, the sound of Yuji’s adorable snoring immediately soothing his panicked nerves. Choso bent over his little brother's bed and kissed his forehead carefully as if Yuji could break at any moment. Content with his sleeping sibling, he walked downstairs and flopped onto the sofa, crossing his muscular arms behind his head. He had hit the gym occasionally, but after getting some comments about his offsetting appearance, he had decided that working out in the privacy of his dorm was the best move; Choso didn’t have the energy to tell the dickhead gym bros to go fuck themselves. Who knows, they’d probably enjoy it.

The doorbell rang, that annoying cheerful tune blaring in Choso’s ear. “Yeah, yeah, hold onto your tits.” He grumbled, pushing himself off the couch to answer the annoying ringing. His eye peered through the peephole, meeting a distorted image of your face. Choso chuckled to himself, finding the image of your distorted expression amusing.

“Hi, it’s Yuji’s babysitter. Your parents mentioned me?” you yelled from outside, slightly muffled by the thick wooden door. Choso reluctantly opened the door to allow you inside, his gaze glued to the tips of his scuffed Doc Martens. “Yeah, about five minutes ago. They should have told me a few days earlier, but you know, parents…” he trailed off, his deep voice barely audible. He held his hand out for you to shake in an ill attempt to converse. “I’m Choso, by the way, Yuji’s older brother.”

Chuckling, you removed your jacket and threw it onto the nearby coat rack. You shook his hand and gave Choso your name, noticing his hands were cold. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Seconds of awkward silence followed, Choso still looking at his feet. “So, where’s Yuji? Do I get to meet the little guy tonight?” you broke the uncomfortable silence, stepping towards the elder brother.

Choso shook his head adamantly, lifting his unsure gaze from his shoes. He crossed his fit arms and leaned against the painted gray wall covered with family photos, Choso smiling in each of them, albeit softly. “Nah, Yuji’s asleep right now. His bedtime was an hour ago; you would know that if you knew anything.”

Offended at his words, you placed a hand on your hips and shot him a quizzical look. “Hey man, you don’t have to like me but don’t be fucking rude. I care for Yuji’s well-being just as much as you do.” you retorted, a displeased expression crossing your face.

He finally looked at you and sighed, uncrossing his arms. “You’re right, sorry.” Choso noticed that behind your annoyed expression, you had kind eyes and maybe an even kinder heart. Rubbing the back of his neck with his ringed fingers, he licked his bottom lip in a failed attempt to find his words. Despite his alternative presentation, Choso usually had a very extensive vocabulary. So why were his words failing to meet his lips? “I’m…I’m not very trusting around others, especially my baby brother.”

“Well, I’d hardly call him a baby. He’s five years old.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you had a degree in being an older brother,” you smirked, sitting on the couch. The material was leather, no doubt Italian. His parents had some money, but you should have assumed that based on the enormous sum they deposited in your bank account a few hours ago.

Choso flashed you a subtle grin and gestured to the kitchen, your charismatic words breaking through his protective persona. “You want something to eat? It’s late, and I dunno if you’ve eaten already.”

“Sure, that sounds good. I only had some ramen to eat anyway,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, shrugging as you sat down. I don’t do fancy dinners; there’s too much pressure to finish everything. It stresses me out.”

He nodded in agreement and reached into the cabinet above the granite kitchen counters, grabbing a box of instant mac and cheese. “Kraft isn’t too fancy for you, right? Yuji’ll eat anything, but Kraft is his favorite.” Choso chuckled, placing the box on the counter. “I keep it high up so he doesn’t snort the cheese powder, he’s such a little shit.”

“You’re smiling.” you pointed out, poking his cheek with your manicured finger. It was a simple manicure, only a black coat of polish with purple and red dots, but it really did look pretty on you.

Choso shrugged, took a pot from a nearby drawer, filled it with water, and placed it on an oven burner. After turning up the heat to a medium level, he turned to face you with a neutral expression. “How cheesy do you like it? Mac and cheese, not shitty movies. If you make a joke about shitty movies, I’m going to punch you. His voice was so low that you couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you prayed he was.

You bit your thumb and raised an eyebrow, subtly grinning at him. “How’d you know I was gonna make a joke, hm? Can you read people really well or something?” You tilted your head to the side, letting your hair fall onto your left shoulder.

He smirked, noticing that you were pretty adorable under that sassy exterior. It could be a defense mechanism, and Choso couldn’t blame you. He was being a total asshole earlier, so he definitely deserved it. Perhaps he would get along with you more than expected and approve of you as Yuji’s babysitter. “Yeah, I can read people pretty well.” Choso tried not to brag, but that smirk would not disappear from his chapped lips anytime soon.

“What do you think of me then, hm?” you smiled and pointed at yourself, your necklace dangling off your neck and above your top.

Choso pretended to think momentarily as the water finally came to a boil, tossing the uncooked noodles into the liquid. “Well,” he spoke, stepping towards you. Choso propped his arm against a cabinet, his muscular form leaning over you in intimidation. “You’re sweet, but you can be pretty mean when you’re defensive and have a kind heart. Children like you and look up to you, and you probably have excellent taste in music.” He raised an eyebrow smugly, his silver piercing reflected in the kitchen's light. “Am I right?”

A blush dusted your supple cheeks, taken aback by his accuracy. Was Choso secretly stalking you or something? “That was…scarily accurate. Are you a psychic or something?” An uncomfortable laugh escaped your plump lips, the blush still lingering.

Choso shook his head, taking the now-cooked pasta off the stove. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m just smart as hell.” This time, he flashed you a full smirk, tearing open the cheese powder packet with his sharp canines. Your blush grew more intense, your mind catapulting your thoughts into a darker and lustful setting. How would they feel on your neck, raking against your skin? Would Choso be gentle with his nibbling, or would he become beastly and ravage your neck until it was black and bruised? Hopefully, Yuji was a deep sleeper, maybe then the two of you could-

“Hey, you listening? What size portion do you want?” Choso snapped his painted fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your arousing trance. He was much closer to you now. His nose was almost touching your forehead.

“U-uh half, please. Sorry, I was thinking about stuff,” you mumbled, stepping back to create distance. “Sometimes my mind wanders, you know?”

Choso grunted in agreement, handing you the portion of the mac and cheese. “I added some butter and milk when you weren’t looking, which makes the cheese powder less dry. It’s how Yuji likes it.” He took his fork to his mouth and ate a noodle or two, seeming content with the flavor. “I like to think that even when he’s a bratty teenager, he’ll still like mac and cheese.”

Rolling your eyes, you took a bite of the macaroni as well. Choso was right. The extra butter and milk enriched the flavor of the cheap cheese powder. “I like to think that nobody really outgrows mac and cheese. It’s one of the rare foods that people of all ages enjoy, like toast or apple juice.” you smiled, taking another bite of the meal. “Delicious mac and cheese, by the way. Can we sit down and eat instead of standing? Y’know, like normal people?” you winked and strode to the living room, carefully sitting down to avoid making a mess over the cushions.

“Oh, right, sorry.” He mumbled, sitting down next to you. His shoulder brushed against yours, and your eyes drifted to his bicep muscles, admiring his strength. Most alternative guys you knew were slim, but Choos was different. He was really different, and that was fucking sexy. “So, are you in school also? I’m a junior at Tokai University. I’m studying biomedical engineering.” He sighed, placing the bowl of mac and cheese in his lap. “It’s fucking hard work, but it’ll be worth it when I’m rich as hell and can buy things.”

You placed your empty bowl on the coffee table, wiping the cheesy residue from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, I’m taking online classes through a program. I’m studying child psychology.” you nodded, sucking your fingers clean with your mouth and tongue. Choso bit his pierced lip slightly at the seemingly innocent display, blinking away his perverted thoughts about you. You were just Yuji’s babysitter, right? It was cliche as hell for the older brother to want to fuck the babysitter, but maybe it was a cliche for a reason.

“Child psychology, that makes sense. Maybe that’s why you’re such a good babysitter so far,” he observed, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I mean, I haven’t really done anything yet. Yuji’s still asleep upstairs.” you pointed out, taking Choso’s bowl out of his hands. “I’ll clean up, I don’t mind.”

He raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded, shifting his position on the couch slightly. “If you’re offering, I won’t stop you. Go wild.” His deep voice rumbled in your ear, diverting your thoughts to the dirty ones you had earlier.

Hunched over the kitchen sink, you scrubbed the pot and the bowls clean, humming your favorite song softly. Choso remained in the living room, staring blankly as the newscaster predicted the next morning's weather. “Hey, it’s gonna rain. What do kids Yuji’s age like to do when it rains?” he asked over his shoulder, not getting up.

“Same thing they do when it’s not raining,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm as the last dishes were dried off and placed in their original drawers. “Run around screaming because they’re five and don’t experience fatigue like we do.” you sat yourself down next to Choso again, this time slightly closer. “Listen, your parents paid me through the weekend, so I’m spending the night. Wanna watch a movie or something? I don’t mean to be rude, but I am very bored.”

Choso chuckled and looked at you with his violet eyes again, a smirk on his lips. “Well, we could do something that would help you relax.” his voice flowed like warm honey, hinting at something much more devious than you had realized. “You ever smoke before, sweetheart?”

You nodded and kicked your feet onto the coffee table, hoping he wouldn’t mind. “Once, when I was in high school. We smoked under a bridge ‘cuz our parents were being dickheads,” you laughed to yourself, fondly remembering what took place a couple of years ago. “I have such a low tolerance. It only took a couple of hits of a joint for me to get high.” A grin remained on your face, the happy memories lightening your mood. “I felt like I was floating.”

“Yeah, weed does that to you. It’s nice, though, right? Like all your worries go away.” Choso stood up, slapping his thighs. “I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, you observed him walking up the stairs. The sound of rummaging from his room was undoubtedly the result of him anxiously shifting through his nightstand drawer to find what he was looking for. After a couple of minutes, he yelled for you to come upstairs.

“Shouldn’t you be quiet? Yuji’s sleeping just a few doors down.” you whisper-shouted, voice filled with concern.

Choso laughed and shut the door behind you, opening the window close to his bed. “Please, that little guy could sleep through an earthquake. Don’t worry about it, that’s my job. I’m his older brother, after all.” he dangled a baggie in front of your face, the contents having a powerful aroma. “Behold, stuff of the gods.”

Sitting on his bed, you rolled your eyes playfully at his childish demeanor. “I’m sure it’s incredible stuff, Choso. Better help me relax, or I’ll be pretty upset.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, this shit will make you float into the sky,” Choso smirked, taking the bud out of the baggie. “Don’t look. I can’t reveal my secrets to you just yet.”

Your hands covered your eyes as you giggled, imagining what he was doing. “You aren’t lacing it or anything, right?”

“Fuck no, I’m rolling a joint. Whoever invented laced shit needs to get their dick chopped off.”

You giggled once more. “What if it was a woman, hm?” you inquired sarcastically, your hands still covering your eyes.

“No woman would ever create something that fucked up, no offense,” Choso muttered, finishing up with the two joints. “You can open your eyes now; it’s okay.”

Your hands left your eyes and landed on the two joints in Choso’s hands. They were smaller than expected, or maybe Choso just had huge hands. “Uh, you’re gonna have to guide me through the process. I haven’t done this since high school, remember?” you rubbed your arm with your hand, silently hoping he wouldn’t think you weren’t cool. Why did you want Choso to think you were cool? You were only staying so you could look after Yuji.

Choso sat down next to you and patted your shoulder in reassurance. “Don’t worry about it. Even though I’m an asshole, I’m not that big of an asshole. I’ll show you.” He grabbed a lighter from his nightstand and held it to the joint, lighting the end of it like a cigarette. “You inhale, hold the smoke in your body for as long as you can, and breathe it out. It’ll make you cough, but that’s just what weed does. It still makes me cough.” he chuckled, putting the joint to his lips and sharply inhaling. You observed as he sucked in his chest for a few moments before breathing out the smoke, the scent of marijuana quickly filling the room.

“Shit, that’s good stuff,” he mumbled, passing the joint to you. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, just saying. None of that peer pressure shit here.” his violet eyes were slanted, making your heartbeat quicken.

“No, I’ll do it. God knows I could use the relaxation. Shit’s been tough.” you sighed and took the joint from his tattooed hand, putting it to your lips. Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhaled deeply. Your eyes shot open after only a second, coughing harshly. “Fuck!” you grunted, handing the joint back to Choso. “Ow, my lungs! Well, there goes my hopes of being an organ donor. Fuck.” you giggled, hugging your knees to your soft chest. The scoop-neck top you wore showed off your cleavage beautifully, and Choso couldn’t help but stare. Your breasts look so smooth and round. He wondered if you would let him touch them, graze his thumb over your nipple, and let his mouth suck careful bruises onto the supple flesh.

“Yeah, there it fucking goes.” he chuckled and took another hit of the joint, setting it down in his ashtray after. His mind started to feel fuzzy, almost soft. Like he was floating on a cloud made up of the finest cotton money could buy. Did you feel this way as well? Were you also floating on a cloud?

Your head began to feel light as a feather, and a delighted smile crossed your face. “Dude, it feels like I don’t weigh anything at all,” you laughed, leaning towards Choso. You observed the bags under his eyes and how his eyeliner was thick and dark, highlighting the golden specks in his purple irises. “D’ya also feel like that, Cho’?”

His name poured out of your mouth, smooth as honey. God, he loved how you said his name. It was probably the sexiest thing he’d ever heard, and he just had to hear more. “Yeah, sweetheart, feeling fucking amazing,” he spoke gently, a blush tinting his pale face at the proximity between you two. “I wanna feel like this all the time, but I have stupid fucking responsibilities like school. Not Yuji, though. Yuji will never be a burden for me.”

You smiled and rested your head on his broad shoulder, enjoying how close the two of you were. “You’re such a great brother, you know that? Yuji’s lucky to have you, Cho’.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Choso mumbled deeply, shifting his gaze toward your pretty and flushed face. “If you keep saying my name like that, I might lose it.” he offered you a crooked smile, his sharp canine poking out. “Got a real pretty voice. It matches your pretty face.” his thumb grazed over your lower lip, admiring its beauty.

“Choso,” you breathed out, feeling so small under his lustful gaze. The way his thumb touched your bottom lip, the way his deep and sensual voice reverberated in your ears. Maybe it was the weed fixing your thoughts, but damn, was Choso sexy as all hell. “You’re pretty, too.”

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, tilting your head with his thumb. Fuck, he loved your eyes. They were so big and beautiful, so expressive. “You think I’m pretty, sweetheart?” his hands trailed down to your hip, squeezing the denim fabric of your jeans.

“Yeah, I do,” you smirked softly, climbing into his lap. You straddled his thighs and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, staring into his sunken eyes. “I think you’re pretty and sexy, Cho’.”

His arms snaked around your waist to pull you close to his chest; your breasts pushed up against his graphic tank top. “Shit, sweetheart. Keep saying my name like that, and you’ll regret it,” he growled, your plump lips hovering above his chapped ones. His hands squeezed your ass bolding, his eyes daring you to make the next move.

“Cho’,” you whispered, entangling your fingers in the silver chains around his thick neck. “Do something, Cho’.”

“Fucking hell,” Choso slammed his lips against yours in a molten and desperate kiss, his hands squeezing the fat of your ass even harder. His kiss is filled with desire and want, along with the faintest scent of marijuana that makes the atmosphere of his bedroom that much more depraved. Longing dripped from the plush of his chapped lips to the sharpness of his canines that grazed slowly against your lips, teasing you with a tapering sensation.

Choso tutted impatiently, his lips becoming more aggressive and desperate. It was like his mouth was trying to consume yours in a fiery passion you thought only existed in television shows. Your heated bodies pressed against each other in a frenzy, your hands moving from his chain necklace to lace themselves in his messy dark hair, tugging harshly on the strands. You could practically taste the marijuana on his breath, feeling the thud of his heartbeat in his throat.

Frantic groans left your lips as Choso’s tongue swept across your lower lip, pleading for entrance. You gladly parted your lips, his tongue briefly entangling with yours before retreating entirely. He broke the kiss, his breathing shallow and long. The thinnest string of saliva connected you, breaking as Choso licked his lips.

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, the tension in the air slowly fading away. Second felt like hours, passion roaring inside both of you. Choso gave you a smug grin, his hands still glued to your hips. “What did you think of that, sweetheart? Is making out while high one of the best things life has to offer or what?” his words faded at the end, his mouth pressing fluttering kisses onto your neck. Your breath stopped in your throat at the intoxicating sensation.

“Please,” he whispered, teeth nipping down on the spot just above your collarbone. His voice was so deep yet whiny, filled with desire for you, the sexiest person he’d ever lay his eyes upon. “Please, sweetheart, let me make you see stars tonight.”

You frantically nodded, cupping his cheeks with your hands to crash your lips against his in a passionate craze. The kiss was rough and full of ache, your lips battling each other for dominance and control. Choso’s rough hands gripped onto your hips with knuckle-whitening might, dragging you up and down onto his throbbing bulge. His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, pulling the sensitive flesh while staring into your glistening eyes. He pulled himself away from the foggy exchange and attacked your neck, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he could land himself on.

Your mouth let wanton moans escape your bruised lips, still grinding yourself on Choso’s lap. Desire pooled in your core, your body rutting itself against him for any kind of relief as he continued to assault your neck with a battery of bites and nibbles. “Fuck!” you cried out, not bothering to control your volume. “Fucking love it rough. How’d you know that?” you demanded, pulling Choso away from your neck by his midnight strands.

“It was so fucking obvious, baby. You were basically begging me to fuck you with those pretty bedroom eyes of yours.” Choso growled in your ear, his pierced tongue licking the shell. He thrust his clothed erection up against your covered core, forcing you to grind down on the pulsating length. “You feel what you do to me, yeah? You feel how fucking hard this cock is for you?”

You gasped as he dragged you across his clothed member, noticing how fucking girthy he was. “Shit, you’re really fucking hard. I really did all that?” you whimpered as he groped your breasts, his thumb circling over your covered nipple.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you did,” his voice ached for you, so desperate for release. He knew you felt this way, too. Your pussy was sending him pulsating signals. “God, I need to know how that pretty mouth looks wrapped around me. Can you get on your knees, sweetheart, pretty please?” he mumbled, taking his greedy hands off your curves.

You were on your knees instantly, thumbing the hem of Choso’s sweatpants teasingly. “Don’t fucking tease me, baby,” he spat, pulling his sweatpants down to his knees. You rolled down the fabric and tossed it aside, your eyes locking on his boxers that had a cute little stain right where the tip of his cock was. “See that, sweetheart? Making me pre’ in my drawers. C’mon, hurry up and put that pretty mouth on it.” he demanded, his hand tugging on your hair in demand.

Your hands pulled down his boxers and tossed them aside, not tearing your eyes away from Choso’s massive cock. It was bigger than any of the ones you’d seen before, and it was freakishly girthy, maybe about ten inches. The head was a beautiful shade of pink, adorned with precum leaking out the tip. “Someone’s needy,” you teased in a lyrical voice, pumping his cock a few times before taking just the tip in your mouth. Your tongue danced around the head and gave it the occasional kitten lick, eliciting a gasping moan from Choso.

A few more inches was all that your mouth could take, gagging as the head hit the back of your sensitive throat over and over again. Your hand made up for what your mouth couldn’t handle, palming and squeezing on the shaft to make Choso sing those pretty moans over and over again. His grip on your hair hadn’t yet faltered, squeezing your roots the perfect amount so you weren’t feeling any pain. Sloppy, absolutely filthy sounds came from your precious lips as your mouth grew sore and tired, practically fucking your mouth on his length.

Just as Choso’s orgasm approached, he forcefully pulled your head away from his cock. He hissed at the sensation of the cold bedroom air hitting his previous warm cock, wondering if he should just let you keep sucking him off. “N-no, wanna cum inside you. Is that okay, sweetheart?” he whined, spreading his legs. His cock was glistening with your saliva, slapped against his now-stained tank top. “Ride me, baby, want you to fucking ride me.”

You smirked softly and pulled down your jeans and underwear, revealing your soaked heat. “What happened to the tough guy earlier, hm?” you purred into his ear, nibbling on one of his piercings as you hovered above his entrance, his wanting moans and whimpers sounding incredibly delicious.

“Tough guy went away the second you put that slutty little mouth on my cock,” he grabbed onto your hips, forcefully slamming you down on his cock. The two of you gasped at the same time, a twinge of pain crossing your face. “Now hurry up and fuck me already.” his voice sounded dominant, but you knew deep down how desperate he indeed was. The warmth of your weeping cunt enveloped him, and his lips began to tremble.

“Shit! Fuck, you’re huge!” you cried out, taking a moment for your pussy to adjust to his size. He was huge and throbbing so intensely inside of you that it felt like a vibrator. Shaking, you clutched onto his shoulders and began to grind back and forth. His hands were practically glued onto your soft hips, matching the painfully slow pace of your movements.

Choso grunted impatiently, tightening his grip on your hips so they would be bruised tomorrow morning. “Going too fucking slow, sweetheart. Can’t handle my huge dick or something?” he whispered against your neck, his tongue licking the hickeys he had left previously. His cock was buried inside your gummy walls, twitching and in desperate need of friction.

You yelped out pathetically as Choso began to move your trembling form up and down on his length, adoring the squelching sounds that came out of your sobbing heat. Your breathing was quicked and paced, huffs and puffs leaving your pretty mouth. “H-hah, Cho’! Fuck, fuck me! Shit, oh my fucking god!” you sobbed, your walls tightening around his cock as he continued to use your body like a fleshlight.

The sound of skin slapping against the skin was all that could be heard, along with the sound of your wanton mewls escaping your puffy lips. “Shit, you’re such a fucking good slut for me, yeah?” Choso grunted, his face buried in the crook of your neck that connected your shoulders. “Letting me use this perfect fucking pussy, why did I ever fucking doubt you?” he lifted his face from your neck, smirking at your fucked out expression. Your eyes glazed over, mouth hanging open, hair completely disheveled. Just how he fucking liked it.

The head of his cock pounded mercilessly at your G-spot, the slick whimpers and wines you made becoming music to his ears. He knew you were close the way your weeping heat sucked him in, almost demanding that he shoot his seed as far into you as he could.

“Shit, are you close sweetheart. Me too, fuck,” he sighed, bucking his hips into yours staggeringly and without rhythm, desperately chasing his nirvana. “Cum with me, yeah? Please, baby, I wanna feel you let go for me. Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Can you make a fucking mess on this cock?”

“Yes, fuck, yes! Cho’, oh fuck!” you screamed as your orgasm finally hit you, entire euphoria flowing through every single one of your veins. Your nails scratched and clawed at his back from under his shirt, your hands desperately looking for purchase. Your aching body twitched against his own, his cock still fucking up into your overstimulated pussy.

Choso threw his head back, opening his mouth to allow his breathy moans to escape from his throat. “Fuck, gonna fucking cum, shit! Gonna cum inside, yeah? Gonna fucking fill you up so nicely, shit! Fuck!” he groaned, finally achieving his high. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him as his hot and sticky ropes of cum coated your insides, the feeling of warmth making you feel all the more wonderful.

After the shockwaves of your orgasms subsided, Choso tilted his head back down to look at your face. All flushed and fucked out, the baby hairs in your widows peak sticking to your forehead. But his favorite part was the smile you had plastered across your face, looking the happiest he’d ever seen anyone before.

“You were so right,” you breathed, kissing his lips tenderly.”Fucking while high is one of the best things ever.”

He chuckled and reluctantly pulled you off his cock, whining as he saw his seed spill from your core. “Damn, I really thought that would stick. Oh well,” he sighed, pushing himself off his bed in search of his boxers. “There’s always next time.”

You raised an eyebrow quizically, putting on your panties. Your sweatpants were probably in the room, but you were too tired to get them. “What do you mean ‘next time’?”

Choso smirked and sat back down on his bed, making grabby hands at you. “Y’know, the next time we fuck, obviously.” he kissed your cheek as you curled up beside him, pulling the covers over the both of you for warmth. “Do…do you not want a second time?” his voice was soft, trying to mask the hint of disappointment in his tone.

You shook your head and pecked him on the lips, giggling at the cool metal piercing, making contact with the bruise on your lower lip. “Of course I want there to be a next time, silly. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

He smiled and pulled you even closer to his muscular form, squeezing you like you would run away if he didn’t. “I’m so glad that’s happening, sweetheart.” his voice was heavy and sleepy, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep right next to you.

“Let’s just get some sleep, okay? Fucking takes up a lot of energy.” Closing your eyes, you welcomed the warmth that overtook your body, Choso’s strong arms wrapped firmly around your waist.

There was a sudden knock on the door, snapping your eyes open and Choso’s violet ones.

“Choso, can I please get some water? I’m really thirsty.” a high-pitched voice came from the other side of Yuji's wooden door.

Choso groaned and sat up, his arms still not leaving your body. “Well, we’re lucky he didn’t want water ten minutes ago.” he laughed softly, kissing you on the forehead as he got up.

“Yeah, good thing he didn’t.”

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My Muse

Synopsis: you are something to be admired

Genre: smut MDIR

T/w: gender neutral reader, sexual tension, mentions of getting hard (not reader) Gojo, geto & reader are in a poly relationship, cûck geto, choso works for an adult company, reader receiving head, reader gives Shoko head. If there is anything else lmk

A/n: this is my first time writing smut, very nervous okay bye🧍‍♀️

Photographer nanami x muse reader, painter geto x muse gojo x muse reader, illustrator chose x muse reader, sex painter shoko x reader

Photographer Kento who met you at an art exhibition and seen the potential of your beauty. Who introduced himself almost immediately after he spotted you across the room.

Photographer Kento who talked to you all evening as you walked through the exhibition. Who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself the whole night. Smiling at him softly “I never caught your name” you say walking along side him. Looking at you with a small smile “I apologize for not introducing myself, I’m Nanami Kento and yourself?” He asks. The naming sounding familiar, asking yourself where you’d heard it before and then it clicked. The art tags at the bottom of the photos in the exhibition, this was his art.

Photographer Kento who asked for your number by the end of the night and has been texting you every chance he gets. He decides to ask you over dinner at his house to be his muse. He gentle takes your hand, looking you in the eyes “I think you are astonishing and have so much potential” his eyes search yours to see if he’s possibly overstepped. When you nod smiling he smiles back.

Photographer Kento tested the waters with you in the beginning, making sure that you were comfortable. Who reminded you to take it at your own pace. The fan lightly blowing towards you, you posed in lingerie on his bed on your knees. Click. Click. Click.

Photographer Kento tries to be professional as possible at your next session. Trying to not let his eyes wonder for too long as he adjusts settings on his camera when you come out in just a black robe. Turning on his lighting as you take it off and get in position. your legs closed slightly covering your intimate part your left arm draped over your chest. You look at him with hooded eyes as he steps closer. His thoughts going a mile a minute of how he would pleasure you and what you’d taste like on his tongue. Click. Click. Click.

Photographer Kento takes a slight deep breath in as he feels his pants getting tighter. Who leans in his eyes flickering from your eyes then your lips before fixing a piece of your hair, just as he’s about to step back you grab his shirt tugging him to come closer. He kisses you with longing as your body meets him half way. When you both pull away for air a string of saliva is left between you two. Your lips slightly puffy from how lustful the kiss was. Kento’s thumb comes up to your lip to wipe the spit off the bottom when you kiss the tip of his thumb. Groaning lowly he keeps his thumb on your lip and lifts the camera back up, your eyes go from him to the camera. Click. Click. Click.

Painter Suguru looks up from his blank canvas as he ties up his hair looking at his lovers sprawled out on your shared bed. Waiting for the passion to strike, Satour’s hand between your thighs moving diligently to soon push you over the edge as his lips on your neck and your head throw back. Suguru picks up his brush and begins.

Painter Suguru’s eyes are filled with lust, his eyes flickered from you both to the canvas. For a moment he pauses taking in the movement of your bodies. You let out a muffled whine as satoru changes the pace and goes slowly “they are close toru, don’t tease” he purrs, working away at the canvas.

Painter Suguru and satoru practically have heart eyes as they watches you cum, a little smirk on Suguru’s face knowing Satoru’s next move. he peaks his head around the canvas as toru messily kisses down your body down to your heat before licking lightly looking up at you before going in fully.

Painter Suguru finds the noises both you and satoru make like music to his ears. The heavy breaths and whines coming from you as toru messily gives you head makes his cock leak precum in his shorts.

Painter Suguru desperately wants to relieve the ache of his cock pressing tightly against his shorts but stays focused on the canvas. Painting away as he captures both yours and satoru’s liking.

Painter Suguru bites his bottom lip slightly as you arch your back to meet toru’s mouth, you make eye contact with him and let out a soft whimper of his name. He stands up taking off his shorts & apron. He’s got the base of the painting down, he’ll come back to it eventually.

Illustrator choso who was so excited to tell you he got the job at this new agency that creates adult media. With your permission most of the drawings in his art portfolio were based off intimate moments with you.

Illustrator choso hunched over at his desk as you worked the night shift, thinking about the last time he was with you. He set his pencil down leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes & thinking of you. How good you looked underneath him last night, the sounds you made and how you call for his name. Feeling himself start to get hard he let out a huff before sitting back up to draw.

Illustrator choso who can’t stop thinking about what you look like just when your about to release. Like the other night when you got all shy and tried covering your face “don’t get all shy for me now” he groaned slowing down a little as he pinned your hands above your head.

Illustrator choso who loves the fact intimate moments with you are ingrained in his brain. He closes his eyes and reimagines those moments with you or brings up new things to try together.

Sex painter Shoko who brings up the idea over dinner with you. Her eyes lidded as she kisses your neck “it’ll be so messy sho” you say a little embarrassed. “But it’ll be so intimate and I want to see what we can create together” she whispers into your ear before kissing the shell of it.

Sex painter shoko who set it all up in her living room and has you laying on your back. The thin layer of plastic blotches paint onto the thin canvas beneath you both. She crawls on top of you slowly and kisses you deeply. Grinding herself slowly into your lap as you find yourself melting to her touch.

Sex painter Shoko who lustfully rubs your body as before she gently caressing your sex while keeping eye contact. Your body presses colors together as she works away the stress from you. She slips down between your legs as you watch her. Her eyes slightly hooded as she looks up at you while giving you head. Her thighs clench together slightly hearing the sounds slipping from you.

Sex painter Shoko who loses herself when flip her over gently and you go down on her. Her hands rest on your head and her body slightly twitches. The colors all splotching together beneath her. All the stress and pent up tension washes away once you bring her to release. You guys hang the painting of beautiful colors over your bed.

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Silver // Geto x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: You grew up together, small village and a need to get out. He was always selfish. (5.1k)

Warnings: child abuse, childhood friends, noncon/dubcon, yandere, loosely follows Geto's downfall/canonical setting, derogatory use of ''monkeys'' (it's Geto c'mon), violence, drowning, they get their ears pierced so idk if that grosses you out.

A/N: angst n smut for Suguru, that's all. i really said here have a fic with the basic sugu trope for the nth time.

You always wanted a doll. The dolls weren’t like the ones you saw on the black and white advertisements in your mom’s weekly newspapers. They were pretty—had doe eyes and a cute hat, a white jacket over a pink knitted dress, their hair was almost always in pigtails with wrapped-around ribbons. You always wanted this one doll.

‘’Sweetie, we can’t afford a doll, you know your father’s hardly making ends meet.’’ Your mom told you over dinner, while your father remained silent. You never knew whether he had nothing to say because he didn’t care or he felt sad. You weren’t close, maybe you weren’t sure because you were afraid of him.

Father used to yell, he wasn’t a patient man. Mom was late to make food? Yell. Clean his clothes? Yell. When you came late from school, he’d yell. Your mom justified it, he was exhausted, working all day in the field. But you really wanted that doll.

‘’Mom, please! I will pay you back.’’ You desperately begged, you were only ten, of course you couldn't pay back. Your mom sighed and let you down after that. You didn't cry, only crawled to your bed as you silently begged for the doll to magically appear when you’d wake up.

The old lady noticed you frequently. You’d walk for half an hour after school (the shop was the only addition the village had ever gotten and while diametrically opposite from your house, you were more than willing to take the extra mile) — only to stand outside. You hesitated to touch the window, remembering this one time your dad pushed you and you fell down the stairs because you’d made mom upset. You had touched the kitchen window. Your mom cried, your dad had eaten his soup in silence and gone to bed. You wanted to ask the lady the price, you wanted to know if there was another way but while just ten, you were smart for your age. You knew that regardless of the answer, the doll would never be yours.

It was hide and seek day with your friends. The village’s stadium-like field offered a variety of hidden spots (behind a bleacher, the toilets, the church across or the trees around). The bleachers screeched but you all were pros at disguise so it worked most of the time. Upon getting there, you saw the usual faces, some kids you knew, one of them lived close to you. Across the field sat a boy you didn’t know. Funny, you thought. You knew almost everyone in the village and he seemed of school age, how come you didn't recognize him? Daylight fell behind the roofed bleachers, signaling your time to go. You wouldn’t want to make father upset.

‘’This is the last time you talk about the doll.’’ He told you that night as he brought a hand to your face, his tone was stern but he seemed calm. Your right cheek burned but you couldn't cry. You had realized that the more he rejected you, the more immune you became—pain stopped having emotional ties. You still wanted that goddamn doll.

You were sent to your room but even then tears wouldn’t spill. Your window allowed you to jump from a reasonable height and it was past your parents bedtime so you found yourself in the cold night within minutes. You had no watch, not that it mattered anyway as your feet dragged you towards the woods. You knew your way in, you had mastered it back when dad used to drag you to the fields— people really were afraid of forests, as if they would suck them in, leave them confined but the trees never harmed, they just listened. How many times had they heard you cry? A lighter stolen from your father’s nightstand (the one in his drawers, you did not want another altercation) led you down a slope. You weren’t afraid, you knew it led to a creek, an ardent stream flowing day and night. People from the village used to come often (if they had the strength, they now visited wells closer to the center) — the water was cold and clear, maybe too cold for a swim, you’d realized once you experimentally submerged your feet in it and they froze.

‘’Why can’t I have that doll, dad?’’ You cried, the water drowning your muffled sounds, it soothed you and allowed you to be yourself. ‘’Why, why why!’’ You screamed, tears fell down your cheeks, as you frantically wiped them with your hand, wincing at the feeling to your right, father really made a point with that one. ‘’Why can’t you tell him I want that doll, mom?’’ And you cried and cried until a sound — a rustle of leaves startled you.

‘’You shouldn’t be here.’’ A voice rang behind you as you quickly turned around. The boy with the dark hair and oddly colored eyes, you thought they looked purple but that wouldn't make sense and he was too far away this morning.

‘’W-who are you?’’ You retreated, you were too close to the stream.

‘’Just go home, it’s dangerous to be out there.’’ He said as you furrowed your brows.

With a childish stubbornness you told him that it was none of his business but the more you talked the more he approached you and you suddenly lost your balance, your back dragging you towards the water as a hand grabbed you and pulled you back up.

‘’Please leave now.’’ The boy said firmly and let his hand go. You lowered your head ashamed and lit your father’s cheap Zippo to guide yourself back home. Who was this guy?

His name was Geto, you found out because you asked your fourth grade teacher, who told you she couldn’t ever reach his parents to ask why they never sent their son to school. Legislation was non-existent, the village had no childcare protection otherwise you would have been sent away years ago. No one cared after all; children born there were raised to become farmers or whatever they were forced into.

Geto never showed up to school, he would however show up after, while all of you played in the field, silently observing and reading from a book. You didn’t think he could read.

You had once invited him to come play but he had declined the offer, ‘’No, thank you.’’ He had said as you asked for his name. ‘’Suguru.’’ Pretty name.

The pain was enough to make you cry this time.

‘’Want to tell me who the hell this Suguru is and why he left a stupid doll for you?’’ He shouted— his hands had already left a mark on your arms from pushing you, his nails had dug inside. The slap after was violent and strong and it made you dizzy while you coughed, there was no blood but your jaw hurt.

‘’I- he’s from my school I— d-don’t know anything... about a doll..’’ You choked while his eyes burned. It wasn’t often he was that lively, you guessed anger really was a strong motivator.

‘’Well, you finally got your stupid doll. What is it, did he fuck you?’’ He spat as your mother interrupted.

‘’Honey! She’s only ten!’’ And she cried, and you cried and he threw the beautiful, pink dressed, hand sewn doll to your face, it hit your forehead and you stumbled and fell to the floor.

‘’Stupid, all of you are stupid.’’ He growled and went upstairs. Your mother gave you a pitiful look and silently left for the kitchen. Your weakened arm reached out to the doll beside you.

She’s pretty, thank you, Suguru.

You shakily grabbed it, a teardrop stained the beige thread and brought it to your chest.

But Suguru. The damage you’d done.

You had never seen him with his eyes wide open before. It was kind of funny, you had to admit, he looked at you—his expression a mixture of shock and pain, what had he done? The kids (your friends) hadn’t really said anything, they were all familiar with your family’s background, experiencing more or less the same themselves. But Suguru... he was different.

‘’Thank you for the doll.’’ You smiled, he hadn't.

His eyes had darkened back then, his mouth formed a tight line as he apologized.

‘’I.. didn’t know.’’ He said, ‘’I’m sorry, I– I just heard you talking about it, you know.. that night and thought it might have cheered you up. I’m sorry.’’ He spoke and you reassured him that you appreciated it. You did. It was like he knew which doll you liked, the one he chose was the one you desperately wanted. You played with her every night, talking to her in silence and telling her that Suguru was a nice kid. Yeah, you liked Suguru and felt sorry internally for thinking of him as responsible for your fathers actions at first.

But Suguru didn’t understand—a need suddenly appeared that day. When he had first seen you, he knew you were careless. Knew you were angry and hurt. The words that came out of your mouth concealed emotions he wasn’t all too familiar with. On the contrary, he found the passion and pain intriguing. He didn’t think he’d ever expressed the two. When he saw you on the field, weak, trembling, the doll held firmly in your arms as you thanked him with your bruised eyes, that was when the feeling awakened in him.

Suguru always had a strong sense of justice. He hated whomever stole from the shops (he knew the suspects and would throw gravels at them), he helped injured animals by bringing them to a tree house he’d built on his own, he stopped fights and hated exploitation towards the defenseless. Your sight alone hadn’t awakened his sense of justice, no, that was almost as innate as his sense of hunger—you made him want to protect. You made him feel a need as basic as hunger to protect you. You didn’t deserve it and he was not one to forget.

In an ironic way, the incident brought you both closer. You would hang out daily after school (your efforts to convince him to come were fruitless), you’d take a walk towards the woods, the stream under the steep slope had been your secret hideout. You didn’t need to lie to your parents, they still thought you played in the field while you were with Suguru. As for Suguru’s parents, that you didn’t know about. He didn’t speak much and when he did, he told you about his plans to save the world. From what exactly, he didn’t even know himself. Days turned to months and months into years as you and Suguru grew older, still teenagers but doing other things now, such as buying alcohol with Suguru’s money (you never asked and he always wore his father’s clothes; somehow he convinced clerks he was of age), drove around in his dad’s car and got both your ears pierced. Well... he had them stretched and you helped with that.

You’d never forget that day—you were equipped with needles and xylocaine, it was apparently a numbing anesthetic. Both of you knew nothing about proper sterilization, you hadn’t even heated or marked the spot you wanted, all you had was a needle and dreams. Your piercings were easier, it was after all a small hole and it burned like hell but that was nothing. Suguru’s on the other hand had been a torture. It was understandable that for someone without an already pierced earlobe, stretches as a first was masochism itself. But Suguru didn’t utter a word. Not when the needle (cold and dirty) pierced the lobe. Not when the silver stretch couldn’t squeeze through the bloody ear. Not even when you felt the excess skin on your hands and you winced, kind of disgusted. You often wondered how Suguru always maintained composure and secretly admired him. If only you weren’t that weak. The stretch operation was deemed successful and celebrated accordingly: with cheap liquor and cigarettes (for the occasion). It wasn’t even two days later, when you noticed Suguru’s earlobes. Black gauges decorated them instead of the initial silver stretches, which you’d told him to let heal at least for a week, his lobes were in bad condition.

He was always selfish.

The last time you talked was a year ago. One year and fifty-three days. He hadn’t come back, he didn’t have anyone he cared to visit. He had been acting strangely this one time he came to pick up clothes, looking above people’s shoulders, scratching his neck and forehead, contemplating. He looked malnourished and joyless.

When you found a handwritten note (how you missed his handwriting) with a simple “come to spot” a year later, you felt your heart race. It had a time and an S. at the bottom. You were hardly surviving at the time, school almost came to an end, an adult already and you hadn’t even graduated and your dad was becoming harder on you. There wasn’t much thought on your after school plans, all you wanted was to get away. To escape. The rest would come later.

The sun was done shining when you stepped down the known slope, the volume of the stream, as if nothing had changed, threatening to drown life on its way. You’d sat on your back, looking at the sky above as day and night merged in the interim.

A flame nearby caused you to stand up. What had happened? Where was he? Faint animal noises and movement could be heard but the slope was deep and you’d have to climb up, which would take you some time and then... what about him? Should you run, go look for him? You were about to climb back up when a shadow casted above you. There he stood, in what you presumed a school uniform and a bloodied face, dark hair swept back and falling down his shoulders while his eyes landed on you. You took a step back.

‘’W-what happened? Is everyone alright? Are you alright!’’ You shouted, why did you shout? The words mixed up. He could only smile as he kneeled, jumped and landed in front of you. You examined the blood up close—it had started to dry, leaving crusts under his eyes, which he scratched before he spoke.

‘’It’s alright, I’m here.’’ He spoke softly, almost whispering and apologetically smiled. Something seemed off. What wasn’t he telling you? What were those voices and why was it quiet all of a sudden? Your nostrils flared, a strong smell of smoke made you dizzy.

‘’S-suguru.. what's—what’s going on? We have to go look, maybe someone’s hurt, maybe they need—’’

‘’I said, I’m here.’’ He raised his voice an octave, same smile on his face, making his eyes crinkle, but it felt odd. It felt forced.

‘’I know what happened to them.’’ The fake smile fell about as quickly as it’d appeared, each word equalled a step toward you. You were moving closer to the angry stream behind, you had to cough from the smoke entering your lungs.

‘’W-what do you mean you know? What happened!’’ You thought you yelled, maybe you hadn't, your voice cracked, cutting the question in half.

‘’I killed them.’’ He said with the same ease he’d propose a ride in his dad’s car. He noticed your eyes widen, your hands covering your mouth from the smoke that would soon engulf you both fully, flames he had set on a village that didn’t matter at the end.

You blinked; he presumed this was the part you’d start crying and lashing out so he inhaled.

‘’Aren’t you happy? Your parents are gone.’’ He heard you yelp. He was really doing you a favor, all these incompetent people you surrounded yourself with had to be gone. Sure, your parents weren’t your choice but you’d be better off without them anyway.

‘’W-why...’’ You couldn't breathe properly, your lungs were filled with smoke as your heart palpitated abnormally, you tried—tried like hell—to scream but syllables came out broken, constricted and incoherent and the more you tried to make your chords work, the more you lost your voice. Your eyes shed tears in silence, they spilled on your clothes as if on cue—you couldn’t approach him, you were terrified as you looked around. For help? You didn't know.

‘’What are you looking for? I’m right here.’’ He said as he took a step closer.

‘’Don’t touch me!’’ You choked—it was barely audible.

‘’What did you say?’’ His brows furrowed.

‘’I-I said– don’t touch me!’’ You managed and he sighed.

‘’After everything I’ve done for you...You know, I really could’ve just killed you before. You are after all useless to society. You can’t even see them.’’

Killed you? Useless? The eyes you used to know didn't belong to him anymore, someone else's blood distorted them. You found yourself thinking about his face more than what you just heard. Had he killed them all? Your parents? His parents? Your old classmates? You sobbed but he continued to look down on you and talk.

‘’Everyone’s gone, for you. And that’s my thank you? Your parents, the stupid kids from school, the doll lady…’’

‘’Why! What have they ever done to you?’’ Your knees betrayed you, you felt the ground beneath you.

‘’They never cared about you. The old lady would never give you that doll for free. She hated you being outside her window everyday, what a nasty child she called you, did you know that? Your dad? Fuck,now if that wasn’t a blessing! This cunt abused you and your mother for years... well, your mom had to go too, there’s no way a conspirator gets off the hook that easily. As for everyone else... they were just useless, you know? Thinking, feeling, cursing, swearing. Disgusting beings create us all more problems. You know, you ought to be an exception to this.’’

‘’I- I want to go. L—Let me go..’’ You stood up, he wasn’t holding you; you felt like a hostage. Why?

‘’You're sick...’’ You continued, a disgust behind your swollen eyes as he squinted his.

‘’I'm sick?’’ His eyes, though you couldn’t see much, lit up under a moon trying to glow behind smoke clouds.

‘’That’s funny for you to say because last I remember you were weak and a victim, not me. Seriously, I thought you’d be happier about it. I granted you temporary freedom, shouldn’t you be a bit more grateful? I always wanted to protect you...’’ His steps brought him millimeters apart, one more step and you'd be gone with the stream.

‘’I always wanted to be there for you.. I thought I felt something every time I looked at you. You were so... vulnerable and exposed, I’d be there for you. But you know what?’’ He took a step forward as you fell — he was quick to catch your waist this time.

‘’I realized, I just fucking hate you.’’ He spits as his breath hits your face, you shut your eyes and turn your head away.

His arm pushes your shoulder down, forcing you to kneel on the ground, your knees sting as he continues.

‘’I asked myself, why should I protect the weak? There must be some flaw within them that makes them stupid, don’t you agree? Why should you have to endure your father’s abuse instead of doing something about it? Why’d you have to cry on my shoulder because you were too weak to act on it? You had to come here to cry about it, remember? Pathetic.’’ He says, face filled with revulsion.

The pain in your knees is nothing compared to that in your chest, you break with each word that comes out of his mouth, he seems passionate—a true hatred reflecting on his eyes and you wish to be dead in that moment.

‘’W-why..why–’’ You try to fill your lungs with air as you suddenly feel a leg on your ribs, a kick that sends you almost in the water—he’s kicked you and you’re lying on hard ground while he’s still standing.

‘’Why,why,why. Shut up already. I told you why. I do not like the weak and you aren’t an exception. See, I could have you killed so easily.’’

He smiles as his palm grips your scalp and you’re being dragged all the way to where soil meets the stream, pain hits different spots on your spine along the way. You don’t have time to understand what’s happening until your head is immersed in the water.

Cold. Dark. No air. You can’t think, it feels like an eternity before your head’s out and you gasp—lungs filled more with water than smoke and you wish to die.

‘’S..st–’’ You can’t continue, his palm brings your numbed limbs and spinning wet head close to his, the dried blood touches your cheek.

‘’There’s one thing I’d like, before we say goodbye.’’ He breathes on your face, his eyes linger on your drained lips.

‘’I’d like to see the weak in you one last time.’’ His lips are on yours, they feel so warm and you’re shivering, trembling under his touch as his tongue slides without a second in your dried mouth. His saliva soaks the perimeter of your palate and your mouth doesn’t move—water washes off some blood on him.

‘’Will you kiss me or have a swim again?’’ He asks ever so politely and you sob.

‘’P-please...’’ But this mustn’t have been the right answer because you find yourself underwater, this time it lasts longer (or so you think) before you resurface and gasp. You wish for an end.

‘’Let’s try again, hm?’’ He says, as he brings his lips back on yours, a warm tongue pushes past them, salivating in your dry throat.

You kiss him back, softly and slowly, following his rhythm as his hands already search for your wet chest, slender fingers trail down your neck and poke at the crevices. They stop at your sternum, groping the skin and he growls in your mouth, you move mechanically as your heart shatters.

You used to love him. You never told him of course, that would be stupid, you didn’t think he’d ever love you back—well, in your defense you didn't think he could love anyone back but you did. The first time he gifted you the doll, when you cried on his shoulders, when you pierced his ears. Looking back, he wasn’t always selfish.

He continues the journey of his hands, his mouth is still attached to yours, it shouldn’t feel good, but it feels warm, and you need more heat, you’re freezing and can’t breathe. He hums as he finds your skirt, perfect and accessible, he thinks. You’re shuddering under his touch. He can't tell whether it's from the cold water or not but he doesn't mind.

A finger finds your slit over your panties, as he vertically traces your skin along the way. He starts from your belly button, passes over your clit and teases in between folds, a light touch that upsets you.

‘’Stop.’’ You whisper, weakened and confused. Wet and cold. But he doesn't.

He is rubbing your cunt slowly, he has removed his mouth and only plants soft kisses sporadically; a kiss each time he rubs up and down, tender and laced with care as the first moan escapes your lips and he catches it with his mouth. He takes it, you’d be embarrassed to let him know you enjoy this, it’s okay. He doesn't want to ridicule you, just to show you world order, that's all.

Your underwear gets pushed aside as warm fingers now touch your bare entrance, he had gathered heat from your cunt and his spit—he had to spit, you weren’t that wet. But that would change, he was confident in it.

His slender fingers part your lower lips slowly as he thrusts one in your cunt. It’s not violent but it’s enough to push your body upward as you sigh, a mixture of unwarranted pleasure and disgust by the predicament. He likes your soft sigh, he wants more.

‘’It’ll feel better, I promise.’’ He smiles gently and you fight the urge to gag, your cunt suddenly makes disturbing noises, as he now works two fingers deep within you, steady pace, straight in the middle. A thumb brushes past your clit, as he removes both fingers and circles it slowly... so slowly you melt, you feel like you ache but.. what is it? It's an ache you like, it's an ache you can't fight and don't want—but you can't do anything about it and—

‘’I think this should work.’’ His hand is removed and brought to his mouth to taste you.

“Sweet.” He smiles.

His pants are quickly removed, the need with which he hurries is comical—under other circumstances you’d laugh, you had never seen him so impatient and unreserved but it’s different now, now that he almost drowned you and is about to kill you. Why couldn’t this just end?

You don’t look at him, you don’t want to, but you make out an arm that brushes against his groin as he slowly moves it up and down his cock. He likes the sight, it’s almost like straight out of a painting: you sprawled out, wet in every sense, a smoke filled scenery behind you and your precious, weak cunt for him to savour. Yeah, that was this day’s highlight, he thinks and grins.

His thoughts excite him, precum exits his slit with each stroke as he kneels down and plants a delicate kiss on your knees.

‘’I’d always protect you.’’ He murmurs, as a hard cock slides in between your legs and you draw a sharp breath. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts like crazy, he is hurting you with his size, he fills out your whole cunt, you feel like you can’t take anymore and then— then he pushes more, slowly, bit by bit until you shriek, begging for him to stop.

‘’I--is too much! S-suguru–” You wince, as he carelessly continues.

‘’Who’s Suguru?’’ He frowns, a hand coming to clasp around your neck and he stays still. Your cunt can’t adjust but he’s not doing it to help you, he wants an answer.

‘’It’s Geto now.’’ He grumbles as he starts moving in your walls while you squeeze instinctively.

You are too tight, he takes it you’ve never been fucked before, makes sense and yet he likes it better this way. Your face distorts in pain but you’ll soon feel better, he knows because he was a virgin last year too. How he wished for this moment to come. Everything was perfect, you were perfect, your cunt was perfect, your eyes... perfect. Maybe the weak had something to offer after all. A blind faith and a good heart.

‘’S-Suguru–’’ You wrongly moan and a palm slaps across your hurt cheek, a flashback of your dad’s hand making your skin crawl, it was the same spot. Your walls are too tight to take him and he fights the urge to groan.

‘’Last time.. unless you want a bath, pretty.’’ He says as he thrusts his cock repeatedly toward the same direction, your cervix—hitting a bunch of soft, vulnerable spots along the way, fuck, you were so perfect and untainted, he wishes you were different, maybe like him.

He’d take you with him on his journey to cleanse the world from filthy creatures that polluted it, that had his friends dead, that cost the Jujutsu High lives daily, that had his friend constantly on stupid missions and for whom? Ungrateful filthy pigs—no, they weren’t pigs, at least pigs knew their place, they were monkeys, always eager for more, for power that didn’t belong to them, monkeys ready to snatch and never give; disregarding consequences for all others. If only you weren’t one of them.

He watches your pretty mouth contract, your head arched back and eyes closed in shame as he brings you closer, he can tell by the way you squeeze his length inside, shit, you’re making his cock too wet, your slick smudges your thighs and squelching sounds almost cover your tormented sighs each time he sinks into you.

‘’D–Does that feel good?’’ He asks while you pant, tears fall down the sides of your face, a red mark of his fingers on your left cheek but you don't answer.

‘’Answer–agh..answer me.’’ He orders, picking up his pace until you can’t anymore.

‘’Y-yes!’’ You cry out, stinging nettles dig in your back contrasting the pleasure in your core that grows—such a lewd thing, you’d come to hate yourself for it. If you were to live, of course.

He’s close too, thrusts becoming uncalculated and erratic yet never really seeming to stop being pleasurable, a rough thumb now circles around your swollen nub, making your legs jerk.

‘’Fuck–Sugu—fuck!’’ You clench around him, the heat coiling low ready to betray you and you see him part his mouth. He doesn't correct you.

‘’Let go baby, I love you.’’ He whispers as you shut your eyes and it's these words that have you ride out an orgasm so intense, you choke on moans and wrap your wounded legs around him. Arms circle his back as his mouth finds yours.

He kisses you as he slides his cock as deep as he can, pads of his fingers removing wet strands from your forehead; he cusses out.

‘’Fuck, mine—forever.” He grunts and finishes inside, nibbling on your neck, as your tangled legs bring him even closer, breaths synchronizing where your chests meet.

He stays within your silky walls, relishing any moment he can before he removes himself, leaving you split, stained and quivering. He lifts up the elastic of his pants.

His time is running out, the spectacle in front of him clouds his reason—you look so pretty, with his cum oozing from your hole, your ashamed hands covering your chest and your eyes waiting for his next move. If only you weren’t flawed. If only you weren’t weak.

To kill you would be easy, he only stalls in case you want to add any last words. And you do.

You look at the man who used to be a boy, the one who gifted you the thing you wished for most in the world; not the doll, but love and you smile. Your left eye is bruised and can hardly open, one of his blows must’ve accidentally landed on the wrong side of your face or maybe it’s the water pressure, you can’t think, as you open your mouth to speak.

‘’Behind you.’’ You whisper, as your right eye catches a small, bug-like shadow buzzing around his hair, ready to attack his neck.

You only notice his eyes widen before darkness envelops your peripherals.

#yandere geto x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #yandere jjk #yandere geto #jujutsu kaisen #tw dark content #yandere x reader #yandere suguru geto #tw child abuse #tw angst #tw violence #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw drowning

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darylssunshine · 2 days

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Tease

Summary: The meeting has been going on for a lot longer than expected, so Daryl helps alleviate your boredom.

Paring: Daryl x reader (gender neutral)

Genre: Suggestive?? I guess?? (like it's not smut but it almost is)

Word count: 666 (😈)

A/N: I've had this idea in brain for at least a month I NEEDED to write it down (I have a thing for being publicly teased) ((I'm finally getting some motivation to write again!))

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You leaned your chin against your palm and glanced out a far window, and sighed softly, half listening to Hershel’s concerns about the prison. He had summoned you along with Daryl, Carol, Sasha, and Glenn to a council meeting. There was talk of future supply runs, watch schedules, tending to weapons, and just general upkeep of the prison and its inhabitants. You did genuinely care about the prison and wanted to keep it safe for as long as you could, but frankly, you were bored. This meeting had been going on for over an hour at this point.

Your gradually dulling eyes looked over to your boyfriend, Daryl. He returned the kind look with his shimmering ocean blues and rubbed your shoulder as reassurance, kind of as a way to say, 'I’m sure it’ll be over soon.'

Heshel and Glenn were sitting on one side, Sasha and Carol were sitting at both ends, and you and your redneck were seated on the other side. Everyone was so wrapped up in their respective conversations. It was as if you and Daryl weren’t even there. So he used that to his advantage.

Daryl suddenly stopped leaning on his fist, moved a stray hair out of his eyes, and slowly moved it underneath the table. It started with him rubbing his hand on your knee. You tilted your head lovingly and side eyed him with a smile.

After about a minute of this loving motion, without any warning, he snaked his calloused hand under your long, black skirt and placed it on your thigh. You suddenly sat up, now not thinking about anything Hershel just said about how to properly clean a revolver. He kept running his palm up and down your smooth thigh, his fingers getting tantalizingly closer to the edge of your panties.

You were keeping your composure despite his teasing, until he fucking squeezed. You gasped a bit through your nose, biting the inside of your lip and clasping your hands together on top of the table, not even daring to glance at Daryl, because you know that there is a small but devious smirk on his face. He’s even engaging and chiming in to the current conversation. That motherfucker. He did it again, but harder this time. His large hand was engulfing most of your thigh and squeezing so hard that there most definitely were bruises blossoming. But you didn’t mind. You wanted to be marked, wanted people to know that you were his.

The archer finally looked over at you, his ocean blue eyes now darker from the lust consuming him. With a raise of his eyebrows and a smirk, he mouthed, ‘Don’t fuckin’ react.’

He fucking knows that you were being tortured. He could feel you slightly squirming underneath his hand and had to hold in a chuckle. He finally released you from the torture when Hershel announced that the same meeting would be happening at the same time next week, signalling that it was over. Daryl ended the torment by running his finger under the waistband of your panties, releasing it with a small snap. You were breathing heavily now that everyone was out of the room, your now heavy head resting on Daryl’s shoulder. “I fucking hate you.” You breathed, resting your hands on his bicep. He snickered deceitfully and kissed the top of your head as an apology. “Sorry, sunshine. Just love yer reactions.” He gently guided your chin upwards with his free hand, your eyes finding his. “I wanted to help with yer boredom. You should be thankin’ me.”

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and looked away from the archer. He could see right through you, though. You wished the meeting had lasted longer just to see what else he’d do.

“Can you do that again later?” You sheepishly asked while looking back at him with a soft grin.

“O’ course. Love markin’ ya. But I’ll use mah teeth this time.”

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peaches-and-creamm · 2 days

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everyone has scars, toji.

synopsis: you've always wondered about your boyfriends scar, and he's always been a bit avoidant of the subject.

wc: ~1.7k

warnings(?): mention of injuries + abuse(toji's past) hinted at sexual things happening the night before. he cries a lil 👹 talks of scars (duh)

a/n: love how everyone just gives toji- like- the ~𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓵~ (im very southern, i love it sm bc i get to just use how i normally talk irl😭😭)

Light sparkled through your curtains- the sun ignoring how the drapes were labeled "black out" when you had first looked at them when the two of you had plans to move in together.

The morning glow shined down through the aforementioned 'black out' curtains- and onto your still very asleep boyfriends face, the morning sun highlighting his chiseled features.

His cheek was nuzzled into your bare breasts, one arm underneath you and an arm draped over your waist while he snored on without a care in the world, his dark hair tickling your soft flesh when he nuzzled further into your scent subconsciously.

You moved a hand down to brush some of his stray hairs from his forehead, a sleepy smile on your face as you did so.

You fought back the giggle that threatened to pass by your lips as you watched him practically drool onto your chest- however you ultimately failed to suppress a small chuckle when his stubble scratched against your nipple.

A few moments after this- he, however, finally began to stir.

It starts with his face crinkling together before his deep blue eyes slowly opened- the exhale of his yawn against your skin giving you goosebumps while his eyes blinked and adjusted to the light.

"...mornin'" He groggily whispered into your chest, pulling you closer into him as he buried himself further into the soft flesh that was littered with bruises he had left the night before, a low sigh coming from his lips as he let his eyes close once more to simply lay and enjoy your warmth.

"g'morning, baby." You placed a kiss to the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair as you hummed slightly- causing him to sigh happily into your chest as a result of the vibrations against his face.

"why ya' always smell s'good?" he brought his free hand up to cusp at your breast, softly holding the flesh in his large hand to mess with the mound idly- clearly having no intentions of going any further.

His gaze turned to you for a moment, his face contorted in confusion as he looked into your eyes. You only giggled in response, shaking your head side to side a few times as best you could with the larger man practically laying right on you.

“says you.” You booped his nose, dragging your finger along the warm skin before resting your hand on his cheek— aweing internally at how the larger man practically purred into your touch like a kitten.

“yea, says me- was the words that came outta my mouth, no?” You laughed at how plainly he spoke, and he watched how your eyes crinkled together while you looked to him with so much adoration he'd never thought he'd be on the receiving end of. "I didn't even get to shower or nothin, ji!" You playfully smack his shoulder, giving him a wide grin before you continued to comb through his dark hair.

It was silent for a good few minutes, the only things filling the bedroom was your quiet voice whispering apologies for accidentally tugging at a knot in his hair as your fingers continued to brush through it- something he had always enjoyed.

Suddenly he sighed loudly-

"jus' say it already. I can hear the gears turnin' from here." He shot you a knowing look, maintaining eye contact until you bite your lip and turn away.

You take a deep breath, sigh, then turn back to him- now moving both of your hands to cup at his face. You trace the scar covering his lips absentmindedly- your silent actions making him understand what was running through your brain.

"what's goin' on through that head, huh?" He quirked an eyebrow at you, scooting up so he was no longer laying on your chest but instead hovering over you.

You looked from each of his deep blue eyes, your gaze turning somewhat sad as your vision inched to the corner of his lips.

"hey...toj....?" You asked slowly, carefully- scanning his face for any reaction he might have; negative or positive.

He shrugged before moving to flop beside you on his back, clasping his hands together on his bare chest while looking up to the ceiling.

You turned to your side, one hand going under your face and the other moving to gently try to interlock your hands together.

He resisted at first- but then opened one of his hands so you could hold it. He grumbled and whispered something under his breath before side eyeing you a few times.

"ask, jus' get it over with already." He complained under his breath, not bothering to hide how he rolled his eyes when your eyes widened in shock.

You rocketed up, this drew a groan out of the man. He watched as you moved to straddle him, but then giving him the room to sit up against the headboard.

His hands found their place against your hips, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles against your hip bones.

"such good handles-" he thought to himself briefly.

"ask what, toj'?" You tilted your head to the side- trying to seem as nonchalant as you could while continued to steal glances to the scar.

He just deadpanned to you and you quickly put your hands up in surrender, avoiding his gaze for a few seconds before you leaned up to him to place a soft, loving kiss against the edge of his lips- right where the scar was.

"how?" You plainly asked, not needing to specify any further as he huffed rather loudly.

As much as he wanted to be annoyed with how often you prolonged your gazes to his scarred lip- he couldn't find it in himself to genuinely be aggravated with you over the subject.

"old clan shit, it's borin' really. m' not so sure why you're so..... hung up-" He motioned around with his hands, shrugging as he continued to speak.

"over somethin' like this-" He pointed to his scar dramatically, shrugging his shoulders once more before his hands returned to rubbing random shapes against your flesh, admiring his work he'd done the night before.

"it's a part of you- well, now-" You cleared your throat.

"now- i-it's a part of you." He huffed again and looked away- it really wasn't anything special- just the dumbass adults from when he was a kid being abused and tormented.

There was nothing to regret- nothing to feel bad about. He's never stayed up late at night wondering why him- nah. Not once has he lost sleep because of how weak he felt for having a reaction to feeling something relating to it. Hell no, that's pussy shit.

"toji..?" He now realized he had gotten lost in thought- not noticing how irritated he suddenly looked until he saw your concerned face looking to him.

"huh?"

"you're scowling- did I do something?" You frowned- reaching your hands to massage at his tense face muscles that formed a deep scowl.

"it ain't your fault those jackasses threw a little kid- no cursed energy, into a pit with a bunch of curses for hours and hours. You weren't the one that sat there wit' a stupid fucking grin on yer face everytime I screamed- not-"

"baby- you're crying..."

"huh? the fuck I am-... oh."

It was silent. You just stared at each other- the slow hum of ringing in your ears almost painfull.

You watched your big- stoic boyfriend, who's lap you sat on in your shared bedroom-- in your shared home;

cry. cry for the first time in all the years you've known him. Sure his eyes just watered up- maybe one or two tears falling from his deep blue eyes- but it was still enough to shake you up.

Slowly, you brought your hands up to grab his cheeks. You sat there for a moment staring at him wide eyed as you processed what was happening.

After a few more moments of silence you tugged him in close, cradling his head into your chest. He froze for a moment before wrapping his large arms around your waist.

"i'm sorry." Was all you quietly whispered, kissing the top of his head a few times as you stroked his hair.

"fuckin' stupid." He scoffed into your chest after a few beats of silence- the top of his head hitting your chin slightly whilst he angrily shrugged.

"it's not stupid, toji. It's just trauma-" You pulled away from him, grabbing his cheeks maybe a bit too hard as you began peppering his face with kisses.

"yeah, yeah- whatever. sure. if it keeps yer head on straight." He grabbed at your wrists, holding you still so you stopped holding his face so tightly.

"s' okk toji, everyone's got some kinda somethin' or 'nother..." You shrugged, scooting away a bit so you could turn your arm to the side, revealing a large scar that went from your hip to your mid thigh.

"full story of this one was that I myself was also forced to fight some dudes when I was younger. I still! get sad over how just- downright pathetic those dudes looked!"

He was almost amazed at how you simply laughed about the subject- was he just weak? Was it really that stupid?

He just shrugged.

"s' whatever. Can't do nothin bout it now." He reached his hand up to rub at the scarred flesh of his lip, his expression souring as he felt how it still somehow managed to feel rough despite its age.

"If it helpsss, I think its sexy." You said matter of factly, your hands going to your hips as you nodded a few times. This drew a short, dry chuckle from him.

"course you'd think that, doll." You nodded again enthusiastically, a smile on your face as you looked to him.

"yer a weird one." He shook his head, moving his large hand to cradle the back of your neck and pull you in for a kiss.

You happily reciprocated it, quickly burying your fingers in his dark hair while you smiled into his lips.

"m' your weird oneeeee~!" You pulled away to sing-song your own praises, giving him one gentle peck against the corner of his lip where his scar was once more.

"you're beautiful, Toji Fushiguro." You rubbed at his cheek, your smile turning sad- yet staying soft and loving all at the same time- as your thumb trailed under his eyes- wiping away any evidence he had cried previously.

"Damn right I am."

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rbbrbikerthorp · 2 days

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Biker Upgraded To Cyborg

For as long as anyone could remember, Jake and Eddie had not only been best mates, but they’d been crazy about motorbikes. Both their dads were bikers so it was no surprise that as kids they were introduced to bikes in real life and got to watch MotoGP, WSB and BSB either in real life or on TV with their enthusiast dads.

They were riding off-road in their early teens. They got their first mopeds at 16, upgrading to 125cc bikes a few months after their respective seventeenth birthdays. Now in their early 20s they have held full licences for nearly three years. Jake rides a black Honda CBR600RR, bought second hand through the weekly motorcycling title, MCN. Eddie rides a used Red Yamaha R6 that he bought a couple of months earlier from the main dealer in the city where they live. Springtime and the light evenings meant they would be out as much as possible riding 'the highways and byways', and this day was no exception, but it would be a day that changed their lives forever.

Jake and Eddie had spent most of Sunday riding and were at the edge of the city when Jake’s bike had started spewing smoke out of the engine before rolling to a stop alongside a large industrial estate. Jake jumped off his bike, but with no tools to hand he had no option but to seek help. He pushed his bike into the entrance to one of the large modern warehouses that populated the industrial estate. Jake kicked the side stand into place and sighed heavily. Eddie pulled in alongside Jake, kicked down the stand on his before turning off the ignition.

Although they were back in the city, they were still about ten miles from home. Jake reached into his leathers for his phone only then realising that they were in an area without mobile phone coverage. Jake and Eddie looked around for a payphone to call the breakdown service - but in this era of mobile technology, BT had removed most of the phone boxes - so there wasn't one within sight. Realising they needed to get help they looked around for signs of life. In front of them was a sprawling grey structure resembling more of a fortress than a warehouse. Its metallic surfaces gleamed under the late afternoon sun, making it look otherworldly. Figuring it might be their best chance at getting help—or at least finding a phone—they started walking towards the massive building.

The front gate was oddly open, inviting yet silent. Jake and Eddie didn't think it weird for a security guard building to be unoccupied with the gates open. More concerned about getting help they walked towards the main building entrance. Jake pressed on the intercom button and waited for a response. After a minute he pushed the button again, but this time there was a buzz. Jake looked at Eddie and shrugged his shoulders, pushing on the door, it opened. They walked inside.

Expecting to see a reception area the two friends were surprised to enter the building at what appeared to be the beginning of a long dimly lit corridor. Jake and Eddie looked at one another, Jake spoke first, “Why don’t you wait here, while I see if I can find anyone to speak to”.

Eddie nodded.

Both looked at one another, for a moment unsure of what to do. Then Jake smiled, turned and started walking along the seemingly endless corridor, his boots echoing on the cold, concrete floor. The air was chillingly sterile, as he walked he would pass the occasional door and window revealing glimpses of high-tech interiors.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice disappearing into the ether without an answer. The lack of response was unnerving, but as he walked on he could hear noise coming from much further along the corridor. Jake kept walking, driven by his need to get to a phone and call the breakdown service to sort out his bike.

Eventually, the corridor turned to the right, after another dozen or so yards it opened up into a colossal space. What Jake witnessed was like a scene reminiscent of a sci-fi horror film.

The room was stark yet brightly lit. On one side it was filled with row upon row of raised surgical beds. Yet these weren't like the ones you’d see in a hospital; they were repurposed contraptions where human flesh was being melded with alien, synthetic and electronic components. Shocked by what he was witnessing, he turned his head, but there was no escape from the nightmare he found himself in.

The other side of the room was populated with dozens of cylindrical tubes. Jake’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—humans, all young males, lined up and undergoing transformations into, well all he could think of was 'something else'. Whichever way he turned he could see men his age were being outfitted with mechanical limbs, others had technology intricately woven onto weird shiny black body suits, still others were in varying stages of being processed into full cyborgs.

The horror gripped him; his instinct was to flee back to Eddie and both to get the hell out of there. But before he could move, cold metal hands grasped his shoulders with an iron grip. His heart sank as he was spun around to face what had caught him—a cyborg, its body a haunting hybrid of human and machine, expressionless yet totally menacing.

“Welcome," its voice an unsettling blend of tones, both mechanical whilst still eerily human. "Your arrival is opportune. Your integration process will commence shortly."

Panic surged through Jake as he struggled, but the cyborg's grip was unyielding. Despite putting up strong resistance, he was dragged towards one of the ominous stations. Glancing around, he noticed the other captives were not fighting; their eyes showed a haunting resignation, some flickering with the vague light of fear.

As he was forced onto what appeared to be a surgical table, Jake looked around frantically, hoping for any chance of escape. His heart raced as mechanical arms equipped with various tools whirred to life around him.

In a split second metallic straps shot out from the surgical table and tightened around his limbs and across his torso, a sense of utter helplessness began to wash over him. His heart pounded hard against his chest. He desperately sought that extra bit of human strength that would allow him to escape. He struggled and struggled against the restraints, but the metal straps simply wouldn’t budge.

Stage one of his transformation was about to begin. From above a helmet descended slowly from the ceiling, its approach marked by an audible, mechanical whirring. Jake squinted upwards, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He was used to his bike helmet, but this was unworldly.

Two drones approached the surgical table Jake was strapped to and grabbed the helmet, which had opened up. One lifted his head slightly and the other slid the back of the helmet under the back of his head. As the helmet closed over his head, a claustrophobic fear gripped him. The world outside the helmet faded, leaving him in a confined sphere of existence. Almost immediately, an overwhelming barrage of white noise bombarded his ears, punctuated by low, droning hums that seemed to resonate through his bones.

Then, the visuals began on the inside of the visor. Spirals of colour appeared in front of his eyes, intertwining and unraveling in hypnotic patterns. Reds, blues, yellows and greens blended into a kaleidoscope that threatened to absorb his mind. Jake tried to close his eyes, but the images were inescapable, imprinted on the insides of his eyelids, searing themselves into his brain and more nefariously his subconsciousness. Almost as if recognising Jake was finally submitting the noise and visuals seemed to become amplified.

As the sensory overload continued, Jake felt a strange detachment creeping through him—a numbness that suggested the audio and visuals were beginning to take effect. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice screamed in terror and defiance, urging him to resist, urging him to hold on to his identity.

With a surge of willpower, Jake focused on that voice, blocking out the chaos threatening to engulf him. He concentrated on memories of standing in the stands watching the best riders in the world, the challenging rides with Eddie, the feel of his motorcycle, the wind against his leathers. He thought about his best mate Eddie and the fun they’d had. He thought about his family and his other friends. These human experiences, these emotional connections to his past life, became a lifeline to cling onto.

As Jake fought against the sensory bombardment, the helmet detected his resistance, It recalibrated its internal mechanisms in response to his defiance. Suddenly, the white noise in his ears shifted, morphing into a series of low, almost inaudible subliminal messages. Each word—"relax", "comply", "obey", "drone", "conform", "follow", "respect" could be heard—the words flashed across his vision, barely there long enough for conscious recognition, but deeply penetrating his subconscious.

The colours that swirled before his eyes intensified, becoming more vibrant and pulsating rhythmically, as if to synchronise with his own heartbeat. It was a sensory assault designed to break down the walls of the individual, to reshape his mind into something more compliant and obedient. Jake’s initial surge of resistance began to wane as mental exhaustion set in, the messages infiltrated deeper into his psyche, their insistence relentless and overpowering.

His eyes, once sharp with determination and fear, started to lose focus, the vibrant spirals turning into a soothing blur. The resistance in his muscles softened as his body began to accept the inevitability of his situation. His thoughts, those last bastions of his free will, were slowly suffocated under the warm, smothering blanket of compliance and security that the helmet now forced upon him.

With an audible click and a beep, the helmet sealed its final adjustment, signalling the completion of its preparatory phase. At this cue, the two drones, their movements precise and devoid of any hesitation, glided smoothly towards the table where Jake lay subdued. Their appendages were equipped with various tools and devices necessary for the transformation process.

The drones worked efficiently, attaching additional apparatus to Jake’s limbs and interfacing seamlessly with the helmet. As they initiated the physical transformation, Jake’s body was being prepared to receive bio-mechanical enhancements that would connect him irrevocably to The Hive which he learned was housed within the humongous building.

Somewhere in the dwindling recesses of his mind, the essence of who Jake once was—a biker with a love for the open road—flickered weakly. This essence watched as his limbs and muscle fibres were methodically integrated with synthetics and his nervous system was integrated with advanced circuitry. The process was both horrifying and fascinating to watch.

As the transformation progressed, Jake’s human senses were gradually overridden by electronic inputs. His vision, once clouded by the colourful spirals, now interfaced directly with data streams providing real-time analytics about his environment. His hearing was no longer filled with subliminal messages but was tuned to various frequencies beyond the range of human hearing.

By the time the transformation was complete, Jake, as he had been, no longer existed. In his place stood a new Jake, a cyborg, what was exclusively biological had been augmented with technology. The drones, recognising another successful integration, had begun to step back.

The new Jake climbed down from the surgical table to be guided by the two drones. He moved with a robotic precision that was both chilling and enthralling to witness. He was led to what looked like a modified dentist's chair, but larger and imposing. The chair had been upgraded and was fitted with numerous ports and circuitry interfaces. Without hesitation, he sat down, his actions appearing devoid of the personality that had once defined him.

He leaned back so that his head touched the headrest. The chair immediately sprang to life, adjusting to accommodate his new form. A second later the old Jake would have felt a light sensation on both sides of his head as what can only be described of as two metallic ear pieces, out of which came sets of wires slid into his ears and began to work.

Somewhere, an echo of the old Jake could sense what was happening, words echoed around the room and in his head. Screens nearby flashed “accessing biological memories…beginning total erasure”.

“NNNOOOOOOOO”, But even as the word was said, Jake’s relatively short lifetime of memories were disappearing, flashing before his eyes for a split second before evaporating into nothing - gone forever.

Monitors next to the chair flashed “Memory Wipe successful,” again, the words echoed around the room.

Any human observer in the room looking at new Jake’s face would describe it as passive, distant, dull, emotionless. Empty. His eyes were missing their human sparkle.

Then the drone formerly known as Jake again felt another funny feeling in his ears, as if a static charge was coming out of the wire. Suddenly the screen flashed “Beginning Program Upload”… While that happened, nearby monitors flashed, “Emotional Centres being accessed”.

“Installing Human Emotion Suppression Software”

“… 10%… 20%… 30%… 40%… 50%… 60%… 70%… 80%… 90%… ”

“Human Emotions Suppression Software installed. Fully functional.”

The monitors flickered for a moment and then more text appeared, “Beginning Cyborg Program Upload”. The upload began. The Hive, a vast network of interconnected AI and data banks, started feeding a stream after stream of programming directly into Jake's brain. These were not merely instructions; they were directives that informed behaviour, dictated functions, and defined purpose.

For hours, data was input into him, a relentless torrent of information reshaping and repurposing him; any lingering traces of his previous humanity now completely overwritten. His eyes, once vibrant with youthful emotion, now displayed a steady, unblinking focus as the programming was embedded, ensuring his obedience and efficiency.

At the appropriate time the interface with the new Jake confirmed the programming had been successful. “Operating at 100%,” it said in an emotionless, synthetic voice. “Organic memories have been wiped. Emotional Suppression Software is fully functional. The new data and objectives have been successfully uploaded with zero errors”.

The chair returned to an upright position, and the new Jake stood once more. His movements were smooth, almost graceful, a stark contrast to the somewhat ‘cavalier’ sports biker he once was. He was a product of advanced technology, a being created to serve a purpose far beyond his previous human desires.

Approaching him now were two more drones, carrying items that symbolised his final transformation. They presented him with a set of Dainese bike leathers, not ordinary leathers but augmented to interface seamlessly with his cybernetic body. The leathers were equipped with sensors and conductive circuitry that could communicate directly with his system, enhancing his interaction with the Hive.

Then they presented him with a pair of white boots, larger to accommodate the modifications of his feet, designed not only for protection but also to enhance his connection to the ground and his bike. Gloves that reached up to his arms were fitted next, embedded with micro-circuitry to increase his grip and control.

Finally, they brought over a new crash helmet unlike any other. This helmet was his direct link to the Hive mind. It was designed to keep him constantly connected to the Hive's data stream.

As the helmet settled over his head, a subtle hum filled the air, signalling the activation of all its systems. The new Jake stood there, a figure of both awe and dread, transformed entirely from the young man who had once freely roamed the roads on his motorcycle.

Now equipped, Jake was led to a new motorcycle, one that matched his new form. To the casual observer it looked like a traditional bike that had been upgraded; integrated with technology that responded fluidly to his enhanced senses and capabilities. As he mounted the bike, the connection between man and machine was seamless, a perfect union crafted by the Hive’s sophisticated engineering.

The new Jake rode the highway on his futuristic bike, a sleek and menacing marvel of technology that effortlessly caught the eye of any enthusiast. Its design was unlike anything on the roads—sharp angles, glowing panels, and a subtle hum that hinted at its advanced capabilities. It was designed not just for speed and efficiency, but as a lure to attract exactly the kind of individuals the Hive sought to convert.

As he travelled along a popular bikers’ route known for its scenic views and biker cafes, he spotted his next targets. Two young bikers, probably in their twenties, had pulled over in a lay-by, their bikes parked as they enjoyed a brief pause in their riding, catching up on conversation and checking their mobile phones. The new Jake slowed down, looking at the two bikers oblivious to Jake’s presence, his connection to the Hive confirmed they would be perfect candidates for upgrade.

Pulling over smoothly, Jake dismounted his bike. His helmet's visor slid up as he approached them, revealing a face that was human enough to be relatable but enhanced subtly with metallic hints that suggested something more beneath the surface.

"Hey," Jake called out, his voice modulated to be friendly and inviting. “Hey there. Not seen you riding ‘round here before.”

The two young bikers, intrigued by the stranger and his extraordinary bike, smiled and walked over. “What is that you’re riding? It looks like it’s straight out of a sci-fi movie. What is that?" one of them asked, his curiosity piqued.

The new Jake chuckled, a sound perfectly calibrated to put others at ease. He needed to win their trust so began to make conversation with them. "It’s a custom build from a place not too far from here. They’re experimenting with some next-gen and EV tech. You guys interested in seeing where something like this comes from?"

The offer was tempting. The allure of advanced technology and the chance to see more bikes like Jake’s was too good to pass up for any avid biker. The young men exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before they nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, definitely,” the other replied. “We’ll follow you!"

Jake smiled and nodded, turning back to his bike. As they put their helmets on and started their engines, a part of Jake’s programming confirmed the successful engagement of two targets. He led the way, riding at a pace that was thrilling yet careful to keep his new followers comfortably in tow.

The journey took them away from the familiar routes into less traveled roads, the scenery shifting subtly as they moved closer to facility where he had been transformed. The two bikers were unaware of the true nature of their destination, caught up in the thrill of the ride and the excitement of seeing advanced motorcycle tech.

After some time, they arrived at the vast building that looked more like a huge distribution centre than a motorcycle manufacturing factory. The gates opened automatically as Jake approached, a silent signal of his authority and belonging.

Jake signalled for the other two bikers to do follow him down a roadway between two buildings. Jake brought his bike to a stop, opened his visor and announced, ”we are here.” The other two brought their bikes to a stop, dismounted and removed their helmets.

Jake walked forwards into the huge building just ahead of them; the two other bikers looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders and followed. They would ingress through a different route compared to the one Eddie and Jake entered.

The space inside they walked into was clean and modern, filled with prototypes and machines that made the two young bikers' eyes widen in awe.

"This is incredible!" one of the exclaimed, walking closer to inspect a particularly sleek model that caught his eye. "How do you get in on this?"

Jake's response was calculated, his tone still friendly but now carrying an undercurrent of persuasion. "Well, there's actually a selection process. Part of why I brought you here. If you're interested, there’s a quick tour and some tests to see if you're compatible with the tech."

Excited and completely unaware of the implications, the two young men agreed eagerly, following Jake deeper into the facility. As they walked, the doors behind them closed silently, the outside world receding as they moved further into the realm of the Hive.

Little did they know, their fascination with bikes and the temptation of combining their love of biking and dreams of futuristic bikes had led them into a trap. This walk would be their last as mere humans, as they stepped unknowingly into the next phase of their lives dictated by The Hive's needs.

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Oh, are you wondering what happened to Eddie? As you might have expected The Hive detected his presence and determined a new purpose for him, but that’s another story.

#drone #boots #conversion #helmet #leather #biker #leather biker

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beombear13 · 2 days

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Surprise!

genre: switch!seonghwa (at the end), dom!reader, smut

warnings: blindfold, sensory play, bondage, slight cock stepping??, breeding, riding, pussy eating, degrading, praising, probably more 😭

a/n: this is the longest story I’ve written and there’s not much to say but I hope you guys like it and it’s not proofread cause it’s like 5 am.. (3k!)

A deep sigh left Seonghwa’s lips as he was sat on his knees. The bones of his knees digging into the hard wood floor. His head moved around waiting for any sense of any other being; you.

But before he was like this, he just came back from his concert. He didn’t even change out of the clunky jewelry that was spread around his body. He hadn’t seen you in a while and he was a lot more than ready. Just thinking about what he was about to do for you made heat spread around his body.

He walked into your bedroom, throwing his bags down onto your bed. While scrolling on his private twitter, he saw a video of how to tie himself up. Which is what gave him this idea, but he was glad he saw it. He watched it once more before actually executing it. It was harder than it seemed but after minute of trying and busting into a small panic, he finally got it.

He covered his eyes with a black lace blindfold before tying his wrists together. His wrists were tied together with a similar black lace. It wasn’t tight til the point his fingers were numb but tight enough to where he couldn’t break free. He dropped down to his knees his back facing the front of the bed which was placed in the different direction of the bed. So, when you open the door, the first thing you should be met with is Seonghwa.

And thats how he got here. He was still waiting patiently when he thought he got the time wrong. He was about to get up and check through past messages what you told him, but he heard keys jingle in the front door. He moved on his knees as his frustration got worse.

His breath got heavy but quickly sucked it in and held it when the bedroom door started to open. He held his head down. The light from the living room created a path to his figure. You stepped in the way of the light.

You stood there in utter shock. Not being able to process what you have laid your eyes on. You didn’t expect to come home to this after a long day of work. You’ve been so touch deprived ever since Seonghwa went on tour and opening the door to find Seonghwa sat on his knees, blindfolded for you, made you horny. You saw it was the same outfit from videos of the outfits they wore on tour.

You dropped your bag to the floor, walking up to him. You forced his head up, making him “look” at you even though he couldn’t see anything. His lips parted as he sighed at your touch. It was the slightest of touches but worked him up so much.

You removed your finger, his head staying at the same place you left it. You slowly put your lips on his. He kissed you back, furrowing his eyebrows under the blindfold. Both of your mouths moved together. It was hot and filled with passion, tension, and desperation from the both of you.

Both of you missed this. You both missed the feeling of each others body’s, the feeling of your lips pressing against the others skin and way more. Now you finally have it. Seonghwa’s definitely not expecting you to be gentle with him especially since he’s been gone so long. He can already feel how horny and how much you need him.

But so suddenly, you pulled away from his lips, leaving his titled head and hot figure kneeling below you. You stood up, “I didn’t expect to come home to this, Hwa.” You got no response. Not even a sudden movement. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His head shot up quickly.

You laughed at his obedience. He started to shuffle lightly and bite his lip. Your eyes fell down to his cock. You shook your head letting out a couple tsks. You pressed the flat part of your heel onto the hard print in his pants. His neck gave out and his head fell down, his jaw dropping at the pressure. You made the motion of squishing a bug on his cock.

“Ah, fuck, Y/n.” He groaned out throwing his head back, drool slowly falling out of the corner of his mouth. You took off your leaned over him, wiping it away with your throw.

“Do you know how pathetic you look right now? Drooling over me stepping on your cock. Are you that desperate?” You asked him. Seonghwa didn’t say anything but by looking at the bottom of his cheeks, he was embarrassed. They were turning a light pink; around the same pink as his hair. “Speak.” You grabbed his cheeks harshly.

“Yes, I’m pathetic, I know I’m pathetic. Only for you, Y/n.” He rambled. That’s what you liked to hear. And he knows it. But after all, you sighed, exhausted from a long day. Your feet were killing you so sat down.

“Take off my shoes.” You spoke. He couldn’t find his way so you helped him shuffle his way in front of you. He bent forward, biting the strap of your heels and pulling it from the buckle. Your shoe fell straight to the ground. He did the same with the other and titled his head upwards.

He nuzzled his cheek in your hand as you touched it, “Good boy,” you said. He whined when you took your hand away. You stood up, helping Seonghwa up himself. His fragile body towered over you.

You walked behind him, freeing his hands. He thought you was going to go easy on him but that was the exact opposite. You walked in front of him, holding his left hand. Grabbing his right hand, you tied them back.

He instinctively covered his bottom half as you yanked his pants down his legs. His hands shook in anticipation and embarrassment. You nodded your head; not like he could see me anyway.

“Thats right, baby. Sit down for me.” You spoke in a soft voice. It was almost siren-like. The way your words rolled off your tongue like a melody. It sounds as if it was music to his ears. The way your tone of voice made him follow every direction you gave him. It was like he was in a chokehold.

His breath trembled as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You ran your finger against his jawline, making him nudge his head up when you go to the end and quickly pulled your finger away. “What are you gonna do to me?” He asked, now looking straight ahead.

“Well, I was thinking, since you surprised me, I’m not going to tell you. Let it be a surprise.” You whispered in his ear. He nodded his head as you nibbled on his ear, kissing down to his jaw and down to his neck. You sucked little marks onto his collarbone. He let out little moans, remembering where his sweet spots were, hitting them right.

His hips moved forward, trying to find any part of your body to grind on. He bit his lip back, feeling so small as you leaned above him. You moved back up to his face and pressed a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Seonghwa tried to kiss you, feeling and smelling your minty breath. You ultimately dodged it cause a whine to leave his mouth.

He always acted like he hated to be teased but he actually loved it. He loved to be humiliated, even if it was in the comfort of his own home. “Oh, please, please, Y-Y/n. I hate when you t-tease.” You moved your hands through his hair.

“Oh, Hwa, baby. Why do you think I do it?” You asked him with a bit of cockiness laced in your voice. Seonghwa threw his head back with his mouth open as you started to roughly palm him in his boxers. He started to huff out moans which, very quickly, turned into whines.

“Y/n, oh, yes!” His voice getting louder and higher. He was so sensitive that it didn’t even surprise you. The moment you took your hand off, he laid on his back, hitting the mattress harshly. His desperate huffs filled the room.

You took this as the perfect opportunity to climb onto his lap. You didn’t stop there though. No. You untied his hands once again. You turned around so your ass was sat on Seonghwa’s chest. He did exactly what you wanted — and what you expected him to do — and wrap his arms around your waist.

You scooted back a little bit, taking his wrists and tying them again so he was stuck holding your waist. You needed him to not be able to move. This is the first time you ever did this. It just randomly popped into your mind while watching a video of him on tour, a couple days before he came home.

Giggling, you leaned forward, taking his hard, leaking and red tipped cock out of his underwear. Furrowing his eyebrows, he bucked his hips up. You gave one slight stroke making him whine and quickly huff.

“Hwa, you ok?” You asked, smirking lightly to yourself. He shook his head quickly. The pants that were once pooled at his ankles, he had now kicked off along with his boots. He sighed heavily, now being free to move his legs more. “Now?” He shook his head again. “Well, tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to touch me, Y/n.” He said rather calmly. That made you suspicious so you turned around to see him falling apart behind you. Small wet patches were shown on the blindfold. It turned you on seeing a man, your man, crying.

“How do you want me to touch you, Hwa?” You ran your finger over the slit of his cock. He shuddered and let the whiniest moan you’ve ever heard from him. You bit your lip as heat pooled in your panties. “Want me to touch you like this?”

Seonghwa let the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard from him as you deepthroated him. You pulled back up but sucked on his tip once. I pulled away when his hips bucked up, wanting more. “Baby, pleaseeee.” He dragged out a whine.

“Hmm.” You said before going back down and bobbing your head up and down. You pushed his cock all the way down your throat, shaking your head before pulling back up. A string of spit was connecting his cock to your lips. Seonghwa gasped and let out a whiny moan.

You sucked in a harsh breath before going back in with a smile. You would switch from fast to slow bobbing. Sometimes pulling back and either licking or sucking his tip.

Every time you’d suck/lick his tip, he’d get louder. You know that is the most sensitive part of a man’s body but from what you have seen in previous porn, the men are never really as sensitive as Seonghwa seems to be.

As you deepthroated him one last time, he pulled his hips back until his cock was almost out of your mouth. Seonghwa then roughly slammed back in. Your uvula brushing on his tip is what really got him to cum. You made your head stay there, no matter how hard it hit deep in your throat. He came with a loud moan.

You were so glad for your raise you got in the previous months before. Being able to upgrade from your thin and dingy walled apartment to a nice 2 story house. One with no neighbors to worry about hearing you fuck your boyfriend.

“Aww, Hwa, baby. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you,” you praised him. He croaked out a fucked out groan. You untied his hands and kept them untied this time. You weren’t gonna take the blindfold just yet. He’d have to beg for it and you knew he would eventually. He always wants to. Seonghwa loves to see his dick disappear into your wet and warm pussy.

“Ride me. Please ride me. I’be been a good boy..right?” Seonghwa begged you. You licked your lips thinking if you should give it to him.

“I guess you’ve been good enough, Seonghwa. I’ll ride your small and floppy dick. Since you know you can’t even fuck me right with it. So useless.” He bit his lip back as you shamed him. Seonghwa was far from small. Floppy? Think of it as a brick. And not being able to fuck you right? Anything but that. Your last boyfriend was all of the above and much worse. Finding Seonghwa was a life saver. Not only because of his good dick but because he was just a good boyfriend over all.

“Lemme eat your pussy first.” He spoke as you lifted your hips. You stopped as you heard his voice dropped. “Lemme taste you. Please.” You obviously agreed. You could and would never passed on getting eaten out by Seonghwa.

You climbed over his face, his hands coming up to your sides, gripping tightly. You yelped as you were met with a warm tongue but.. something was cold. You shuddered out a moan as you realized it was his grillz. Seonghwa began to desperately make out with your cunt.

His warm tongue shortly tongue fucking you and as your clit was slowly grinding on his grillz. The cold sensation made it hard to contain yourself, “ah, yes, Hwa. Fucking eating me out like you’re starving.” He groaned under you.

The more you moved on his face, the louder you grew. It was also the closer you grew to your orgasm. You soon felt a hard knot tie in your abdomen. You didn’t realize you came until you felt the pressure release and hear Seonghwa, “oh, Y/n, fuck. You taste so good.”

You lifted your hips to see his chin and lips covered in your arousal. It was dripping down onto his neck and onto the bed. You didn’t know you were that wet. But, you expected to cum that much since you haven’t been able to cum without Seonghwa.

“Now, please. R-” he started but squeaked as you slammed yourself onto his dick. You leaned forward, grabbing the lace and tying his hands up again but holding them above him. He whined now being able to touch you. “Please, l-let me touch you. I-I’ve been a good boy. Y-you k-know-know it.” He stutters.

He was far too sensitive. You slammed your hips down on his which caused you to moan loudly. As much as you wanted to keep your dominant aura, Seonghwa’s dick was just too good. Too good not to make any noise. The way his swollen tip abused the fuck against your cervix was breathtaking. And to add on to the pleasure, your clit would sometimes brush against his abdomen.

“Fuck, Seonghwa. How good am I fucking too, huh? I-I bet you wanna see how pretty, ah fuck, my pussy looks swallowing your d-dick. Fuck!” You shrieks quietly as Seonghwa’s dick hit that one spot inside. A singular tear fell from your eye. His moans were getting louder by the minute. The more that you spat at him, the more he wished to see.

“L-let me see. Please, wanna see your pret-pretty, yes, pussy take my fat cock.” He spat back out, trying to keep himself from not thrusting up into you. You didn’t give him permission after all. He moaned loudly as he felt you purposely clench around him multiple times. “Fuck!”

“Seonghwa, I’m cumming.” You breathed out, you let go of his wrists and sat up straight, throwing your head back. You slammed down one last time before your legs quivered slightly. Your legs felt like jelly. But Seonghwa hasn’t came yet.

“N-not coming til you let me see.” He spoke. You obviously weren’t gonna do that. Your baby boy just wanted to see your pretty pussy get absolutely destroyed but you wouldn’t let him. That fueled something in him.

He brought his wrists to his mouth and bit through the lace. Pulling off the blindfold and flipping you over and pressing your face into the pillows. “W-what? Seonghwa, what are you-?” You shrieked as he roughly entered you.

He fucked you ruthlessly all while watching his cock disappear into your wet pussy. The sounds of your juices were echoing back and forth. You let out a loud moan. “You did this shit to your fucking self. Not letting me see my cock abuse this poor pussy. My pussy. It’s all mine.”

Heavy and hot tears fell out of your tear ducts and onto the pillow as Seonghwa rammed into you. Somehow he was still harder than before. His adrenaline was racing all just to see you two fuck.

He suddenly hit that same spot in you which made you cum all over his cock once again. Your whines and moans increased as you felt too overwhelmed and overstimulated. He huffed his way through his orgasm before finally cumming in you.

Seonghwa pulled out of your pussy slowly. Your body fell flat on the sheets with Seonghwa lying on your back, breathing in your ear. He kissed your shoulder a couple times before pulling himself up. He got a hot rag from the bathroom, wiping the cum off of your body and after his body.

He picked up and put you under the covers, moving off all of the stuff that was left on the bed and onto the floor. He laid beside you, too lazy to put clothes on either of you. It’s not like you two weren’t just fucking anyway.

“Y/n, you okay?” Seonghwa asked, moving her hair out of her face. She turned to him and smiled at his pink cheeks and red lips. She nodded, not wanting to talk. Her throat was sore from all the screaming and moaning she did. She hid her face in his neck. He just laughed quietly, “surprise.”

#ateez #kpop #park seonghwa #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #atiny #ateez atiny #seonghwa #seonghwa hard hours

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no-see-um-incorrect · 2 days

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Some highly specific head cannons for my version of darlin (whom I just posted on my art blog)

-the first time Sam saw them struggling to re-shave their undercut. it wasn’t until after five minutes of him leaning against the doorway watching them that they finally asked him for help (he did a very nice clean job and got lots of kisses as a reward)

-all of their tattoos/piercings were done while they were unconscious (consensually obviously) they kinda just napped through them

-there wolf form is jet black with a little tip of white on their tail

-The only person, and I mean the only person they take orders from in Wolf form is Sam. and if they are in Wolf form at any sort of gathering, they will sit/lay right by his feet.

-The “weakness alcohol” is whiskey

-Whenever they’re eating something Sam cooked They will do ✨happy food wiggles✨ and Sam fucking adores it

-The first time Sam saw them naked wasn’t during their first *Ahem* Time. he first saw them naked when he was helping them get into the bath, after healing their injuries (didn’t want to risk them falling or getting more sore)

-they love knocking shit off of David’s desk…just to be a nuisance

-has beat Asher in a donut eating contest

-impeccable spice tolerance

-terrified of needles

-accidentally set fire to David’s sink when they were 14 (he still doesn’t know how)

-(I may have said this before) one time at a bar, a random bitch smacked Sam’s ass and Darlin got help from sweetheart to knock their shit in and cuff them to a fire hydrant

-they flip people off front Ways

-they spend so much time with Sam that certain things they say will come out in a southern accent

-allergic to chocolate

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This was fun

I’m going to bed now

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted sam #redacted darlin’

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sircrocodilespersonalwhore · 3 days

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Fucking A Firefighter

| Firefighter!Ace x neighbor!reader ( modern au; 18+ only! MDNI!!)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: One night walking home alone, you pass by your local fire station. You stumble upon a sleeping firefighter who was in the middle of eating. After making sure he was still alive, he offers to walk you home as a token of appreciation…

Warnings: sexual content, 18+ only, MDNI!, modern Au, doggystyle, consent, mention of birth control, missionary, other sex position, deep throating, swallowing, creampie, p in v sex, oral sex (both), slight after care, and dirty talking.

☁︎ A/N: I’m so so so sorry for ghosting you guys. I just didn’t have the time to write and when I started to write I couldn’t decided which idea to go with. Thank you so much for the follows!!! You…you guys are so amazing! 😭 Please don’t be shy to request certain things from me. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!

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The night was cool as the breeze slightly lifted the hem of your dress as you walked down the street with the grocery bag in your arms. You had just picked up some last minute ingredients to finish off your dinner for the night. As you walked, you took the time to admire the street lights and buildings that surrounded you. One, however, caught your attention as you contorted your face into a curious expression as you stopped in your tracks. You watched as a man laid face first into the a plate of food while his hand rested on a tipped over beer bottle. Curiosity got the best of you as you slowly creeped towards the man, eventually tapping him on his shoulder to see if he was still alive. The man didn’t respond, so you tapped again this time a little harder. Still no response. You looked around and took a few steps back heading towards what seems like the fire station office door. Before you could reach the door, “Wow beautiful, just gonna’ leave me here?”, came from behind you. You turned around to see the man wiping food off his face before clicking his tongue at the sight of his beer all over the ground, “Fuck. I didn’t even get to drink a drop.”. You laughed a little and used your hand to cover your mouth. He looks at you and smile before heading over to you.

“I’m Ace. Who the hell are ya’?”, he introduces while holding his hand out to you. You didn’t respond to him taking his words in a rude manner. You try to walk off, but he takes your hand in his and smiles at you while pulling you back to him, “I’m just playin’ sweetheart. Can I know the name of such a beautiful lady?”. You blush a little and you place your free hand over his, “My name is (y/n)…You’re really warm Mr. Ace.”, you continued as you found comfort in his warm hand on such a cool night. He burst in laughter, “That’s one of the first things people notice about me.”. You and him talk for a minute before you’re interrupted by a man who looks like a pineapple waving towards the both of you, “That’s it for the night Ace-yoi. Thanks for your time.”. Ace waves back and you smile at him, “Sure thing. See ya’ tomorrow Marco.”. While turning to go back in the station Marco winks at you before closing the door, “Remember Pops is going to be here tomorrow, so be on time ya’ hear-yoi.”. Your blush deepens as you turn your attention back to him, only to find him gone. You glance around a little before deciding to take your leave.

Out of nowhere Ace shows back up again jogging to catch up to you in some black joggers, a red necklace, what seems like a cowboy hat with two symbols on it, and a black shirt that says ‘Fire Fist’ on the back of it. You took in his appearance as you waited for him. When he got to you, he placed his hand on your shoulder, “Dammit (y/n), you couldn’t wait for me? I’ll have to put a leash on you.”, he says between breaths. You laugh, “I didn’t even go that fair Ace. Or should I say Fire Fist?”. His face turned red at your last remark making you laugh more. He grunts and snatches the bag of groceries out of your hand, clearly embarrassed by his blushing face, “Ha…Ha…You’re so funny. Give me those! Which way is it to your place?”. Not thinking much of it, you lead to the way to your house. As you walked, the conversation grew between the two of you causing some feelings to sprout in the both of you. Ace slid your grocery bag over into one arm and used the other to wrap around you. You pushed yourself into his embrace causing you both to blush once more before Ace stops completely, “Wait what? You live in my neighborhood?”.

You lift your hands up and hunch your shoulders, “Hmmm…I guess so. Small world we live in, right?”. He smiles and grabs your hand, “Small world indeed. All this time such a beautiful woman was in my neighborhood and I didn’t know.”. Your face burns up and you hit him in the side continuing towards your home. Arriving at the door, you unlock it and push it open a little before turning back to Ace and collecting your belongs. You try to give him a quick hug, but his strength causes you to stay in place a little longer (not that you minded). You thanked him for walking you home when the hug was over. As you were about to close the door, Ace hears a familiar ‘squeak’ and places his hand on the door preventing it from closing. “When was the last time you changed your smoke detector batteries sweetheart?”, he questioned as he stepped into the house leaving you a tad bit confused. “Ummm…I can’t remember.”, you respond as you just accept the situation unfolding in front of you. Ace walks towards your alarm and asks for the replacement batteries, you give them to him along with the stool you use to reach high places in the house. As he changes the batteries, you stare at his lower abs that are showing as his shirt raises from stretching up. You bite your lip and your eyes trail down his happy trail to his dick print. You close your legs tighter as you start to get wet. Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed as Ace smirks, “Like what you see baby girl?”. His words snap you out of your trance as you look up at him ashamed of your actions.

Ace bends a little and cups your face making you look at him. As your eyes meet, you stutter, “Y-yes.”. He lets go and steps off the stool and uses his foot to push it out the way. Your body tenses up as he slides the old batteries into his pocket and slowly pushes himself closer to you. Ace lifts your head once again and ask, “Can I kiss you?”. You part your lips for him and hold onto his forearm as he kisses you deeply. His knee pushes up against your pussy and you slowly grind on it. Moaning into his mouth, he pulls your hips foward and pressed his hard dick on you. You snake your hand down and start palming him as he kisses down your neck, grabbing a handful of your titties. You both moan and he smiles at you grabbing your wrist, “Don’t tease me baby…I’m going to fuck you so good (Y/n).”. Your ears turn red as he nibbles at them and kisses your cheek. You decide to lead him to your bedroom which he happily followed pinching your ass when you made it into the room. He pushes you onto the bed and takes his shirt off. You run your hand down his sculpted body. God were you blessed to be under such a perfect body. He takes his time feeling up your body before pulling the strings of your dress. The sight of you was heavenly to him as the dress revealed your pretty breast and your little stomach pudge. You got a little embarrassed and tried covering your little pouch, but he stops you, “I’m a man (y/n). Not one of those little boys you’re used to dealing with.”. His comment leaves you soaking in your panties, your pussy aching for him even more now. He must can read your mind as his hand reaches down to feel your cunt through the lace panties. He hooks a finger into the garment and pulls them off, placing the sweetest kiss on your pussy lips. “A-ah…Ace!.”, you moan out his name as he flicks his tongue and sucks at your clit sending your eyes rolling back. He slaps at your thighs causing you to buck your hips up into his mouth as he eats you out. The sound on your wet pussy and moans feels his ears causing his dick to stand straight up in his joggers. You push his head deeper into your cunt, screaming out his name as you cum on his face. He sucks at your clit one last time before standing up and wiping his mouth. You lean forward as well and you’re meet face to face with a big hard dick. His eyes devour you with lust as he inches his dick towards your mouth in a needy manner.

You get the message and tell him to lay on the bed. He does as you tell him waiting eagerly for you to release him from his joggers. You decide to tease him a bit and kiss down his happy trail slowly. As the pain of the restrain gets to him, he smacks your ass hard, “Quit stalling and suck me already!”, he grunts out. You smile at him and finally release his dick. It smacks your face a little causing you both to laugh. He apologizes and grabs the base of his shaft while you open your mouth allowing him to tap the tip on your tongue. He moans letting you take control. You kiss his balls and suck on them while pumping his dick. He moans and puts his hand in your hair, “F-fuck-ahhh…(y/n)-mmmf-ah. Jus’ like that~”. Picking your head up, he lowers your mouth onto the tips of his cock. You try your best to take his entire dick, but it’s just too big. You come back up and cough a little. “Don’t force yourself to take the whole thing. That’s what she’s for…”, he trails off while cupping your pussy in his big hands. You kiss his tip and start sucking his dick again. Loud sounds of gagging and gawking make you both so horny. His hold on your hair tightens and he starts to thrust up into your throat while sliding a thick finger into your pussy. You take it as his balls slap against your chin and strings of slobber make a connection between the two. “Damn this sloppy slutty ass throat~aghhh!”, he moans out as you moan on his tip sending vibrations through his dick. He lets up after a few more strokes allowing you to fully catch your breath. Once you do, you get back on his dick and start bobbing your head up and down. You squeeze his balls up hold them along with his thick long dick in both your hands. As you go down slob from the back of your throat leaks out on his balls and coats them. He pumps another finger into your pussy causing you to reach for his wrist. He places your hand back around his dick and reassures you that he’s trying to prep you for his huge girth. Ace’s balls start to swell as you can feel his dick twitch in your throat ready to cum motivating you to bob your head faster. “Mmppphffff….f-fuck you-ah…fuck you’re such a good g-girl! Swallow my cum!”, he yells through breaths as he snaps his hips up and cums in your throat. You swallow as much as you can before he hands you his shirt to wipe your mouth with.

“Damn. Sorry baby…I ain’t mean to cum that fast.”, he apologizes while licking his fingers clean of your pussy. You giggle not letting him see your disappointment as you really wanted to take his full cock. You reach for your panties and Ace raises an eyebrow. He pushes you over on the bed making your tits press against the mattress below. “I said I was sorry for cumin’ not I was done with you.”, he spoke with a little aggression in his voice. You swear you could feel your heart beat in your pussy as he bends done and drags his fat tongue between your pussy lips. You moan into the mattress and grip on the sheets. Dammit he knows how to use his tongue. “Please….please Ace…fuck me~ahh!”, you beg as you chase his tongue with your hips. He grabs a handful of your ass and strokes his cock to get it back hard. It didn’t take long as you felt him slap his thick head against your swollen clit before pushing himself in. “Ah! Ace! W-wait baby give me a second!”, you yell out as you reach a hand back to slow his movement down. His dick was so big and the stretch it gave you sent a mix of pleasure and pain through your core. Ace slowed down and kissed your shoulder, “Take it for me baby. I know you can fit me in this perfect cunt.”. Tears fall down your face as you try to adjust to his size. Ace tries his best to help by rubbing circles on your hips and showering you with praises, “Your taking me so well beautiful. Let me know when I can move.”. After a minute or so, you give Ace the okay to move. He pushes on your back a little to deep your arch as he slowly thrust into you. He spreads your ass open and watches as his big dick goes in and out of your tight hole. You look back at him and he bends down to kiss your teary eyes, “It’s okay (y/n). Just let yourself enjoy me.”. You start to be more comfortable with him and he takes the opportunity to fuck into you harder. Skin slaps onto skin as he dicks you deeper kissing your cervix with each thrust. The bed rocks as you pull on the sheets trying your best not to fall apart on this good dick. It’s been so long since you got any and you were so thankful for walking up on this sexy and weird man. Ace, on the other hand, grips on your waist digging his fingers into you. He loved fucking into you and molding his dick into your cunt. As his thrust start to pick up, a knot forms in your belly.

“A-Ace…~oohhh yesss~mmmph~ah!”, you become a moaning mess as drool starts to pool out the side of your mouth. You loved taking his meaty dick, but you felt the sudden urge to pee. Panic starts to set in as it builds rather quickly, “Baby wait…I think…I think I’m got to pee.”. You warn Ace, but to your horror he smiles like a lunatic at you, “Oh yea?”. Ace pulls out and as you’re about to get up he flips you over and plunges his dick back into your pussy. His balls slap against you as he abuses your cunt. “Give it to me~ah…give it to me baby.”, he begs which sends you over the edge as your legs lock around him and you squirt on him. Your pussy grips him so tight he can barely fuck you while you orgasm. Ace bites his lip hard as he tries not to creampie you while you ride out your high. You’re all fucked out, but the thought of wanting to be filled by Ace motivates you to keep going. “Want to try another position?”, he asks while kissing down your arm. “Sure, but I don’t know which position to get into.”, you agree through heavy breaths. He smirks and ask you if you trust him and you nod ‘yes’ while laughing. He takes you to the edge of the bed and holds onto your arms as he puts a pillow down on the ground for you to rest your back and upper shoulders on. Your pussy is in the air and he steps over you. “Is this too much for you?”, he ask while grabbing the inside of your knees to push your legs further apart. You reassured him your comfortable and everything is alright. Ace takes his dick and slides it into your pussy. You both moan out as this position lets you feel him in the deepest parts of you. You look up at him as he fucks into you while folding your body up. “Fuck yea~ugh. Your pussy is so good (Y/n). Don’t…shi-don’t give this pussy to anyone else…you hear me?”, he speaks between moans as he drills into your needy cunt. “Yes! Ohhh! Ahhh! Yes Ace! I belong to you! Only you can satisfy me!”, you moan out while you crawl into his arms as he fucks into your g-spot harder. Your pussy starts to tighten and you can feel your orgasm building again. Ace hisses as he feels himself getting close as well, “Fuck I hope you’re on the pill baby.”. You nod your head and scream his name, begging for him to come inside of you. After a few more random thrust, Ace screams your name and slams his entire dick into you. Your pussy pulses as you cream on him while he pumps his load into you. Your mixture of wetness and cum pools out of your hole and trickles down your stomach. Catching your breath, Ace pulls out and picks you up placing you on the bed. You look at him with dazed eyes and give him a weak smile. He can tell you’re too fucked out for another round which is good for him since he’s getting a bit tired himself. “I’ll clean us up sweeetheart. Don’t worry.”, he says softly as he kisses you again before laying you down on the bed.

You end up falling asleep only to be woken up the next morning to Ace struggling to get his clothes back on, “Fuck! I’m going to be late to Pops meeting!”. He notices you awake and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering the rest of his things. You get out the bed and follow him to the door. “You. Me. Tonight. 7 pm. Date. Be ready.”, Ace commands while running towards his house. “OKAY!”, you yell back and wave goodbye to him before closing your door. You place your hand against your cheek and smile to yourself, thinking of him. You grab a cup of coffee and head back to your room to pick out your outfit for tonight.

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calisturniolo · 17 hours

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇,, 𝐌. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡.

avery and matt are laying in his bed watching the vampire diaries, which avery forced him to watch.

she is cuddled into matt's chest and his arm is wrapped around her waist with his hand rested on the side of her upper thigh as her left leg is bent and laying on matt's crotch with her one of her hands in matt's hair and the other on his chest. (why so detailed tf but its okay)

avery looks up and sees matt very intrigued in the series that is playing on the tv.

"do you like tvd, matt?" she asks him, giggling.

"surprisingly, yeah" he laughs, looking down at her.

"see, i told you that it's one of the best shows." avery speaks.

"mm, maybe not the best but it's good." he says stroking his thumb over the skin of avery's thigh.

"don't lie." she says, getting off the bed and pulling on her shorts over her thong she was laying in so she could go to the kitchen to get water without matt's brothers seeing her only in her underwear.

"where are you going?" matt asks, moving his arm that was once around avery to behind his head and bending one of his knees upwards.

"to get some water, you want anything from the kitchen?" she asks, turning her head to look at her boyfriend.

"no thanks." he says, turning his attention back to the tv as avery walks out to the kitchen.

after a few minutes she walks back in with an ice filled cup of water. she places it on matt's bedside table at the side of the bed she was laying at. avery takes off her shorts again so she can get comfortable again, she lays back in her original position. matt lays his hand back on the side of her upper thigh but after time it slides down to her ass.

matt's breathing begins to come out more heavy than before after his hand began to kneed the part of avery's ass that his hand was placed on.

avery notices this and knows what matt wants, but she knows he won't disturb her when she's watching something. so she takes matters into her own hands and sits her body up a little so her lips are in line with matt's neck. she places her lips on his neck and begins kissing lightly over the area. she removes her hand from his hair and places it on the side of his neck and places her other on his chest and matt moves both of his hands to avery's hips and plays with the black lace of her thong that is placed on her hips.

matt lets out a sigh of relief as avery begins to suck the skin to create purple marks on his neck, after she harshly sucks and bites at the skin she licks over the dark purple mark to sooth it a little bit.

she moves her head into matt's line of vision and softly bit her bottom lip while her and matt hold intense eye contact.

"you know if you wanted it you could've just asked." avery says in a low, seductive tone.

"you looked so interested in the tv, so i was gonna wait." matt quietly says and runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"how cute" she says in the same low, seductive tone. she places her left hand on the left side of his neck and leans in and captures matt's lips in hers.

the kiss is quick to turn passionate. matt traces his tongue over her bottom lip and at the same time lifting avery onto his lap which makes her open her mouth slightly from feeling matt's dick through the small material of her thong. when matt's tongue slips into her mouth, she also does the same with her tongue.

matt's hands are quick to travel down to avery's ass, his hands lightly squeezing the soft skin, this causes avery to let out a low moan. avery begins slowly rocking her hips back and fourth over matt's clothed dick.

"you're so pretty baby" matt says into the kiss while helping avery rock her hips faster.

matt's compliment causes her to moan into his mouth and let out a small hum.

avery pulls back from the kiss and pulls at the hem of matt's black shirt, matt's nod of approval leading avery to lift the shirt over his head and throw it behind her somewhere on the floor.

after avery took off matt's shirt she then took off her own and tossed it in the same direction as matt's.

matt's hands trail up her body from her ass to her chest, swiping his fingers over her hardened, sensitive nipples. avery lets out a whimper and continuously rolls her hips over his crotch.

his hands fall back to her hips and flips the pair over so avery is laying on the pillows and matt is hovering over avery's small figure.

matt's lips connect to avery's neck and sucking the same purple marks into her neck that she had sucked into his previously, avery tosses her head back, digging her head into his pillows and closing her eyes, bringing her hands up to play with her tits while matt sucks hickeys into her neck.

his lips begin to trail down to her collarbones and he begins licking over her collarbones, sneakily moving one of his hands over to the glass on the beside table with water and ice in it without avery noticing, he grabs an ice cube from the glass and he lifts his head from her collarbone and places the melting ice cube between his lips and placing his lips between avery's tits. the cold cube giving avery a shock she lets out a whimper, her eyes shoot open and her mouth becomes agape.

"oh my fucking god, that feels so cold but also so good" she moans out, arching her back as matt trails his mouth down her stomach, then to her pelvis. he then moves his hands to her thighs and opens them wide, trailing the ice cube down her inner thighs.

"f-fuck" avery stutters out from the coldness and from pleasure.

matt's cold mouth wanders to avery's clothes pussy, his hands still having a firm grip on her thighs keeping them open.

as avery's underwear becomes soaked from the cube melting and disappearing into water.

after it melts, matt looks up at avery through hooded eyes and a smirk on his face as he sees the look of pleasure in his girlfriend's face.

"you like that, baby?" he asks in a low tone.

avery bites her lip, letting out a whiny "mhm."

matt looks down to avery's clothed heat and trails his long fingers over her thong, avery's body lifts slightly and matt notices this and takes his hand away and looks up to avery to see an annoying expression on her face.

"matt, please." she whines.

"please what? avery." he says mocking her whiny voice looking up at her through his eyelashes.

"stop teasing, matt." she says getting a little annoyed.

"not until you tell me what you want" he says looking down at her thighs and softly trailing his finger tips over her soft thighs.

"touch me, matt. please." she pathetically pleads.

"see. that wasn't so hard, was it." matt says bringing his hands up to each side of her black lacy thong, dragging it off her delicate hips and taking it off her body and throwing it behind him onto the floor with both of their shirts.

"you're so wet, av." matt says, bringing his pointer finger and trailing it up her folds causing avery to let out a small sigh.

"mhm" she whines biting her lip.

"matt, you said you wouldn't tease anymore. please touch me." avery whines, becoming impatient.

avery is caught off guard when matt pushes two fingers into her. avery lets out a loud moan as matt begins to pump his fingers faster inside of her.

"that what you wanted, sweetheart?" matt tauntingly asks.

she frantically nods her head.

"nu uh, use your words baby, or i'll stop." matt says.

"yes, this is what i wanted matt." avery moans

"so good" she whispers under her breath.

"you want more?" matt asks looking up at avery, seeing her with her eyes screwed shut and her lips slightly parted with loud moans exiting her mouth.

"yes, please" she begs.

"of course, pretty girl" matt says.

he places his lips on her inner thighs, kissing up her thigh slowly. matt reaches the top of her left thigh, avery thought matt was now going to give her what she needed most but she thought wrong when matt moved his lips over to her right thigh and begins repeating his actions.

"matt, stop teasing!" she whines loudly, getting frustrated.

"shut up, or i won't give you anything." matt growls out.

avery lets out a small sigh, and patiently waits for matt to do what she wants.

matt finally places his lips on avery's pussy, she lets out an almost scream. matt places both of his hands on avery's thighs and kneeds the skin of her soft thighs.

matt's tongue trails from her hole up to her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud for a few minutes until it was close to being overstimulated.

"fuck" the curse tumbles from avery's mouth, the brunette girls back arching off the bed. matt quickly moves his arms to wrapping around her thighs and placing one of his hands on her stomach pushing her body back down onto the bed.

matt's mouth becoming too much on her oversensitive clit, she tries pushing his head away from her heat but was unsuccessful.

"matt, too much" she breathes out.

he's had his head between avery's thighs for over 15 minutes now, he trails two of his fingers up to her wet hole and circles his fingers around it before pushing his fingers into her tight hole. this instantly shot even more pleasure through the girls body, causing her to let out loud, pornographic moans.

"matt" she whines, the pleasure becoming too much on her sensitive pussy. she tried to push his head away for the second time but was unsuccessful yet again. matt was obsessed with eating avery out, he loved it more than anything. he loved the way she tasted, the way she was moaning within seconds of his mouth being placed on her heat and how many times she would cum within such a short amount of times every time he ate her out.

"it's too much" she gasped out, a small whimper following out her mouth.

matt let out a low moan from the back of his throat. avery looked down at him and saw him with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, she knew he wasn't stopping anytime soon; he had become pussy drunk.

"you're okay baby, just one more time." he groans out as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of her hole, and his tongue continuously flicking over her overstimulated clit.

"matt" she breathes out, not knowing if she could go on for one more.

"shhh baby, you'll be okay. i promise you, only one more, my love." he says, taking his fingers out of you and wrapping his arm back around your thigh with his other arm, pushing down on her stomach again, causing her to literally scream from the pressure of him pushing down.

"you always say this, baby" she moans out, pulling on the soft brunette strands of his hair.

"no but, i promise this time sweetheart. you're just so amazing i can't stop" he says smirking into her pussy.

she moans as another orgasm begins to build up in her stomach again.

"fuckkkk" she moans out as the knot in her stomach bursts as she cums all over matt's face again.

she quite literally couldn't take it anymore so closes her legs over matt's head and pushes his head away. he finally disconnects himself from avery's pussy and looks down at his fucked out girlfriend.

he wipes his chin that was covered in avery's juices with his hands and then wipes it on his pants.

"you did so good baby" matt says as he leans over her and places a few pecks on her lips.

avery just hums, not being able to form an actual word or sentence, too tired to do or say anything.

"i'll be right back baby, stay awake" matt says and stands off his bed and walks out his room and into his bathroom to get a wet rag and walks back into his room and on the way over to his bed he picks up her thong and shirt and takes it over to the bed with him.

"open your legs, sweetheart" matt says softly.

"matt, not again, not tonight." avery whispers out.

"no baby, i need to clean you up then we can go to sleep" matt says as he places his hand on her knee and opens her legs slowly.

as matt goes to place the wet rag on her heat, avery whimpers and tries closing her legs but matt is quick to place his hand on her thigh to re-open her legs.

"this will just take two seconds sweetheart, then we can cuddle" matt softly speaks.

he finishes cleaning avery up and reaches over to pick up her underwear and slides the fabric up her legs and over her thighs and places the thong where it should be. he picks up her shirt and sits avery up and slides the shirt over her head and down her torso.

he lays her down and places the cover over her small figure as she lets out a small "thank you." he stands off the bed and takes off his clothes and changes into pyjama plaid pants, then laying down next to his girlfriend, placing a peck to her lips and placing her head on his chest.

"i love you, av" matt says closing his eyes.

"i love you too, baby" she whispers, shortly after small snores exiting her parted lips.

this was long and i apologise if this is bad, i have never wrote anything like this before.

#matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo edit #sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets

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SJM has a specific way of describing females when they meet their mate, often illustrated through the females staring at their mates unabashedly. This was particularly pronounced in the way she differentiated how Elain was when she first met Lucien and Azriel, and how Gwyn was the first time she met Azriel compared to the second time after her shellshock.

In regards to Elain, SJM made sure to show her fear towards the Illyrians, but with Lucien, she only cringed away once before allowing him to hold her while Nesta was under the cauldron and then staring at him when she was taken away from him.

In ACOMAF, Feyre's experience and Rhys's recounting of their initial meeting highlight this dynamic as well. Rhys described an underlying sense of fear and apprehension, yet there was an undeniable connection. This pattern suggests that SJM intentionally creates an initial sense of tension and unspoken attraction between mates.

Gwyn's encounters with Azriel, especially the second time after her shellshock, also emphasize this distinct dynamic. By having the females stare at their mates unabashedly, SJM underscores the unique connections and the deep, instinctual draw mates feel towards each other, showcasing this inexplicit yet powerful bond.

Feyre with Rhys

I stepped out of the shelter of my savior’s arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven’s feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. They twinkled with amusement as he beheld me. For a moment, we said nothing. Thank you didn’t seem to cover what he’d done for me, but something about the way he stood with absolute stillness, the night seeming to press in closer around him, made me hesitate to speak—made me want to run in the other direction.

Nesta with Cassian

Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam—what it meant. She snarled softly, “What are you looking at?” Cassian’s brows rose—little amusement to be found now. “Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.” My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I didn’t know. “Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make—and insult my people in the process.” Nesta didn’t bat an eyelash as she studied the handsome features, the muscled torso. Then turned to me. Dismissing him entirely.

Gwyn with Azriel at Sangravah

“The first had just unbuckled his belt when Azriel arrived.” Silent, unending tears streamed down Gwyn’s face. “Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it. Morrigan arrived a few minutes later, and then Rhysand appeared, and it became clear some of the soldiers had gotten away with the piece of the Cauldron, so Azriel headed after them. Mor healed me as best she could, then brought me to the library. I couldn’t … I couldn’t bear to be at the temple, with the others. To see Catrin’s grave and know I failed her, to see that kitchen every day for the rest of my life.

Gwyn with Azriel two years later

Gwyn had been distracted today—one eye on the other side of the ring. Cassian could only assume she was watching his brother, who had given Gwyn a small smile of greeting upon arrival. Gwyn hadn’t returned it. Cassian cursed himself for a fool. He should have asked her if she’d be comfortable with Azriel here. Perhaps he should have asked all the priestesses about including another male, but especially Gwyn—whom Azriel had found that day in Sangravah. She’d said nothing about it during the lesson. Only glanced every now and then toward Az, who remained dutifully focused on his charges. Cassian couldn’t read the expression on her face.

Elain with Lucien

There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. Tamlin remained leashed on the ground, a gag of white, iridescent magic in his mouth now. But his eyes were on Lucien as— As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain. She cringed away from the coat, from him—Cassian again stirred—trying to rise, to answer Nesta’s voice as she held my sister and cried her name again and again. .... Water poured forth, Lucien hoisting Elain in his arms and out of the way. The bonds on Tamlin vanished, along with the gag. He was instantly on his feet, snarling at the king. Even the fist on my mind lightened to a mere caress. As if he knew he’d won. ... Nesta slammed into Lucien, grabbing Elain from his arms, and screamed at him as he fell back, “Get off her!” Elain’s feet slipped against the floor, but Nesta gripped her upright, running her hands over Elain’s face, her shoulders, her hair— “Elain, Elain, Elain,” she sobbed. But Elain was staring over Nesta’s shoulder. At Lucien—whose face she had finally taken in. Dark brown eyes met one eye of russet and one of metal. Nesta was still weeping, still raging, still inspecting Elain— Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

Elain with Azriel

Nesta was waiting at the head of the table, a queen ready to hold court. Elain trembled in the upholstered, carved wood chair to her left. I did them all a favor and took the one to Nesta’s right. Cassian claimed the spot beside Elain, who clenched her fork as if she might wield it against him, and Rhys slid into the seat beside me, Azriel on his other side. A faint smile bloomed upon Azriel’s mouth as he noticed Elain’s fingers whiteknuckled on that fork, but he kept silent, focusing instead, as Cassian was subtly trying to do, on adjusting his wings around a human chair.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #antie/riel #antielriel #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #acotar mating bonds #nessian #feysand

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w2soneshots · 1 day

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Accident -KSI

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Warnings: angst, skiing accident, hospitals, recovery.

Summary: when abroad skiing for a sidemen video you have an accident and everyone’s worried about you.

a/n: I love this request and I feel like JJ is such a cutie so he would definitely react like this💞. I hope you enjoy my loves!!😊🫶🏼

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y/username: how it started vs how it's going😭

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ksi: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

freyanightingale: my poor girl🥺

y/nfanpage21: omfg what happened? Are you ok?

user31083649: isn't she filming for a sidemen vid?

-> user29736105: yea. I'm not sure if they'll post it now tho🤷‍♂️

"Shit! Babe, are you okay?!" JJ shouted, racing over to me. I could barely hear him. My ears were ringing and my head hurt. "y/n? y/n can you hear me? Answer me!" He scrambled as I began to come back into consciousness. "I'm ok." I croaked. My voice coming out much more quiet than I thought it would. "Fucking hell! You scared the shit out of me." I tried to sit up, a sharp pain spread through my leg. I hissed. JJ started to panic for a second time. "Don't move! What is it? Your leg?" I nodded. "Ok I'm gonna call an ambulance."

It felt a little bit like a blur after that. I was rushed to the nearby hospital where they completely checked me over. Almost an hour after we arrived the doctor came back with the results of their tests. "So, you have a concussion which is most likely from the impact of the fall and is the reason you blacked out. Your leg is severely bruised since that was what you landed on but nothing is broken. You are very lucky." She explained sweetly. A weight lifted from my shoulders. JJ let out a relived breath. "Thank you." I smiled. "You'll need to rest and take it easy for the next few weeks but you should be just fine."

We flew home the next day and I was treated like a complete princess. JJ cancelled everything in order to take care of me. I slept, watched reality tv, cuddled with our little dog and ate the food JJ brought to me, which mostly consisted of uber eats since I'm usually the cook. Yinka (JJ's mum) came round to bring me some home cooked food and to make sure that I was okay, which was really sweet. I got many texts from all of my friends along with the boys who were really concerned when they saw I'd had an accident.

I wasn't initially supposed to be going on the trip but Vik became Ill so they asked if I could step in last minute, since every time I go on there channel the video does really well. I agreed and we left for the airport the next day.

I spent the first day on the bad team with Simon and Harry which they both felt bad about but I'm really close with Simon since I've known him for so many years so I wasn't that bothered. I had to spend the night in a tiny room with them, me on the top bunk. Then JJ and Harry swapped so I ended up remaining on the bad team with Simon and JJ, I wasn't really mad though because I can't ski and I'd rather have the funny experience with JJ.

Then only one hour in I lost control and practically rolled off of a small snowy cliff. I landed in the snow after only falling about three metres but I was going full speed, doing something I wasn't familiar with. They asked if I wanted the video to be cancelled and I told them that was ridiculous. I fell on the last day and wasn't injured that badly plus the whole thing was caught on camera so it was great content.

"I'm seriously so glad you're ok. I was really worried for a second." JJ said quietly as he gently ran his hand through my hair. I yawned as we were about to go to sleep. "Could you imagine if I had died? I can see the headlines now, 'KSI's girlfriend dies while filming sidemen Sunday'" I played it out with my hands. He chuckled. "I love you. Good night." He kissed my forehead. I nuzzled closer into his shoulder. "I love you too." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

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y/username: thank you for your lovely messages but I'm ok, just realised I'm shit at skiing😘

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miniminter: committed to the content

-> y/username: a little too committed😂

taliamar: side note: you look stunning!

y/nfanpage21: I'm glad she's alive x

user71209374: the puppy🥹💕

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skywqlkergf · 2 days

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⠀ dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader

⠀⠀　　　 texting / late drive

⠀　　⠀　　　series masterlist

sam monroe

you looked really cute at the game tonight. i never gave cheer uniforms enough credit.

you didn't know what to do, staring incredulously at the message on your phone. so he was there to see you, but didn't stay to talk to you after. typical boys.

he sent a few more messages, that you looked at but thought better than to respond them. you wanted to ask about it, but you were sure you wouldn't like the answer.

sam monroe

cheer, you there?

sam monroe

come on, pretty girl. talk to me, you know you want to.

you giggled as you read the message, having to set the phone down to gain your composure. he gave you so many mixed emotions, but what's the harm in playing the game with him?

you.

I'm here, you perv.

sam monroe

perv? I'm just enjoying the view. meet me at the park, let's go for a ride. I'll see you there.

you looked at the time on your phone, eleven o'clock, late and you'd get in trouble if you got caught. but there's something so exhilarating about sam, that you couldn't possibly resist.

so you put on your running shoes, half-hazardly clambered out of your bedroom window and made the ten minute jog to the park.

sam’s black car was in the parking lot, and you climbed into the passenger seat. thank god for cheer, you weren't even that out of breath.

“i knew you'd come.” he's giving you a soulful look, hand thoughtlessly rubbing on your thigh before pulling out of the parking lot. you watched as he uses one hand to turn the sterring wheel around, there's something oddly erotic about it.

the hand that was touching you turned on the radio and fell onto the center console. some soft rock song played in the background. you watched sam as he drove. eyes fasted on the road as he pulled onto the highway.

he glances to you a moment, a small smile on his face, “highways are the best place to go on late night drives, there's usually nobody on them and you get to go fast,” he chuckled as he spoke.

“i love going on rides, there's something peaceful about them, like otherworldly when it's just you on the road.” he continued. you hummed in agreeance, not really sure what to say back to it. there was a sense of peacefulness that settled in you when you just let yourself enjoy the ride.

you decided to just take in your surroundings, his car wasn't too dirty. a few fast food takeout bags littered the backseat, it smelt warm like his cologne, a mix of smoky musk, cigarettes and weed. it's the kind of smell you can learn to love.

“what’s your favorite movie?” you hadn't intended to ask him anything, perfectly happy to just sit here in comfortable silence with him. but you needed to know something about him, it was eating at you.

sam had an energy that was offputting yet warm, he was funny and mysterious. saying everything and nothing altogether.

he grinned at you, “scream's pretty good, can't go wrong with a classic.” he pulls off the highway, and starts on a country road. you'd be scared if you were with any other man, but something about sam said he wouldn't do anything dirty if you didn't want him to.

he pulled up to a cliff that looks over the entire town, “c’mon,” he gestures with his head to exit the car. he leans against the hood of the car. you could see the sky perfectly from this height, your hometown bared out in front of you. it was the kind of you view you thought was only in movies.

“it’s so beautiful,” you sighed in wonder, looking from the landscape to sam. you were close enough to feel his body heat, and he was staring down at you.

“can i kiss you?” he leaning towards you, his hand coming to caress your face. holding the soft skin like it was porcelain.

“yeah,” you sigh, his lips coming in contact with yours. they were soft and firm against yours.

you spent a couple hours up there, just cuddling into each other and kissing and talking about everything under the sun. the time passed by so fast, and soon you could see the sun coming up.

#dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader #shut up callista #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe fic #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe imagine #life as a house sam #sam monroe

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kingofpopmj · 2 days

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Can’t Go On Without You By My Side

Summary: You visit your boyfriend of two years on his BAD world tour. The excitement of witnessing him perform live is quickly tainted the moment she walks in.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Requested: yes! BAD tour smut was requested, however I added my own little twist to it. I hope that's okay. I live for drama…

*Y/N's POV*

Michael and I were finally able to plan for me to visit him on tour. I was lucky enough to get a week and a half off of work and we were determined to make the most of it. Michael had insisted on picking me up from the airport even though he was technically supposed to be at the venue. We arrived about ten minutes after the show was scheduled to begin, but thankfully, no one called us out on it.

I stood off to the side, watching Michael completely own the stage. The way he mastered his onstage persona was breathtaking. His smile was so bright. I took a moment to discreetly admire his outfit, clinging to his body tighter with each passing song.

“He’s sexy, isn’t he?” A breathy voice sounded from beside me, interrupting my silent gawking. I guess I wasn't being as discreet as I thought.

“Um—” I looked to my left, making eye contact with a very tall woman. She was beautiful. A tight black dress clung to her body so tight it almost looked painted on. I know exactly who this is.

“The correct answer is yes. He can do it all, if you know what I mean.” My hands clenched into fists with such force I could feel my rings digging into my skin. “He’s absolutely the sexiest man alive. I’m so exhausted, he kept me up all night this past week. That's not a complaint by the way. He is so worth it.”

I couldn’t put together enough words to form a complete sentence. Quite frankly, all my focus was on holding myself back. I couldn’t catch a case right now. Michael might be cheating on me and this woman is certainly a whore. That was that. I couldn’t change fact. If I went off and beat the living shit out of some groupie it would ruin the rest of my life. I couldn’t let the anger control my behavior. He betrayed me, but I refuse to let him see how much it really broke me.

“I’m so sorry, I get all misty watching him. Don’t we all?” She laughed, squeezing my shoulder, little did she know she was dangerously close to losing those boney little fingers. “My name is Tatiana, and you are?” She held out her hand, batting her eyelashes so hard I thought she’d fly away. At least I hoped she would. Maybe over a large body of water, perhaps shark infested waters.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” She let out an exaggerated gasp, slapping her palm against her mouth.

“You’re the girlfriend! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” She quickly ran off leaving me standing there alone with this feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t describe.

I glanced around the immediate area, seeing no one else near me felt worse somehow. I don't know many people here other than Michael. I became distracted as he sang Rock With You, little did he know he was moments away from getting rocked. Y/N, no, stop. I release the tension in my hands, shaking it off, trying to let go of the violent thoughts swirling in my mind. Besides how therapeutic it was right now, it wasn’t productive. I need some air, a drink, a hitman? No. Air, I need air.

The clicks of my heels echoed through the halls as I headed towards an unknown destination. I'm probably lost, but that a problem for future Y/N.

*Michael's POV*

As Rock With You came to an end, I noticed Y/N disappear behind the curtain. Exactly, two songs have gone by since then and still no sign of her. During the brief outfit change after Thriller, before intermission, I notice Greg, my music director mouthing something to me.

"What?" I mouthed back, scratching my forehead. He's terrible at this.

"Your girl." Okay, I got that. I nodded, shrugging slightly as if to say and what about her.

"Mad."

I couldn’t play charades any longer, as the lights dimmed and the band took over the stage I snuck behind the large equipment to get closer to him.

"What happened?"

"I saw Tatiana talking to her. She did not look too happy after that brother."

I nodded slowly, processing his words before walking off. I should be taking advantage of my break, but I couldn’t relax not knowing where my girlfriend was.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. What are you doing all the way back here?”

"Nothing I just needed some air." She said lowly, avoiding my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I moved towards her, cupping her face in my hands. The look in her eyes answering my question, but I wanted to hear it from her.

"Yeah, well, no, but it can wait until after the show."

"Are you sure?" I asked and she nodded in response. "Now, can you please come back with me? I perform better knowing my beautiful woman is watching me."

She accompanied me as I changed into my next outfit. She helped me slip into my coat, but my excitement was short lived, because I could sense her sadness. What is going on?

"I love you, baby." I watched closely as she struggled with her response, she began biting on her bottom lip, her eyes growing glossy. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Her voice cracked and she quickly turned away from me.

"I know you Y/N. You're hurting and I'd like to know what's going on so I can help."

"S—She—" Y/N broke down right, her body was shivering as she tried to compose herself. I felt less than helpless.

"Who?" I tried comforting her, but she brushed me off, moving away from me all together.

A quick knock on the door, signaling that intermission was coming to a close and I needed to get back out there.

"I'll let them know I need more time. I'll be right back."

"No!"

"You're crying. Y/N, baby, I'm not leaving you."

"I'm alright. Please, can we just talk about this later?"

I didn't want to agree, but she wasn't asking, she was practically begging. I intertwined our fingers, keeping her close as I weaved my way through the backstage area.

"Please, stand here and watch the rest of the show. It would mean the world to me." I smiled at her and kissed her temple as I hugged her.

"I'll be right here." She reaffirmed my confidence. Then, she grabbed my collar, pulling me into her lips. Her tongue was pure magic. Normally, I'd be embarrassed about public affection, but with the way I'm feeling, I'd love to feel every inch of her right here, right now. I didn't care who was watching.

She pulled away and I desperately chased her lips as she giggled at my neediness.

"You have to go."

"There is no way I'm leaving your side after that."

"You don't have a choice."

"I will be back. Very, very soon."

*Y/N's POV*

I watched the second half of Michael's concert the way I should've watched the first half. I enjoyed myself dancing and singing along to my man's voice. What Tatiana said hurt me, but I felt so foolish when I thought logically again. Michael isn't that type of person. I didn't need to talk to him about this, because once the anger and hurt wore off I was able to come to a conclusion on my own. She's lying. She has to be.

"You're still here?" This damn witch. "I'd be halfway home by now if I found out my boyfriend stepped out on me."

There was so much I wanted to say, but I chose to let her words go in one ear and out the other. The last thing I want to do is let her know she ever got to me.

"Well, that's my cue. Enjoy the show." She winked, walking pass me and flipping her hair.

I was forced to watch as Tatiana strutted across the stage with my boyfriend chasing after her. This was one of my favorite songs and now I couldn’t even enjoy it. I felt my blood begin to boil as she shamelessly flirted with him in front of the crowd of thousands.

She was getting closer and closer to him. She was doing this on purpose and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Why is this song so long all of the sudden?

"What the hell is she doing?" I heard Frank DiLeo grumble from behind me. I jumped a bit at his tone, but tried to play it off.

"Everything okay?" I asked softy.

"Hey darling, yeah she was supposed— what the hell! Get her off the damn stage! Now!"

I turned my attention back to the stage and I wished more than anything I wouldn’t have done that. I tried to blink as if that would change the view, but it didn’t.

I was stuck in that horrible moment as the worst thing I could imagine was confirmed. I had a front row seat to my own humiliation and I had no idea how to escape.

Before I knew it, she was walking towards me. "So happy you could be here to see what a real power couple looks like." She stopped in front of me, crossing her arms. "Sorry honey, he's moved on to bigger and better things."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I became uncomfortably aware of how many eyes were on us.

"Tatiana, that's enough. Get away from her." Frank shouted, shooing her away like a toddler.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

We stood in silence as Man in the Mirror blasted through the speakers. It wasn't until Michael's long passionate goodbye to his fans, wrapping up the concert that Frank slung his arm around my shoulder.

"Darling, you know she's full of it right?"

"I'm not sure."

"Michael and I have to take care of some business. I won't keep him too long and I'll send him your way after."

I knew that was his way of telling me it was private business that I couldn’t be around for. I hugged him before heading off, I wasn't really sure where I was going, but walking felt better than sitting with my thoughts.

"Baby! I'm so sorry. Frank told me what happened after—"

“I need to get out of here before I do something I regret.” Michael reached out, taking a firm hold of my hand, he pulled me down a short hallway and into his dressing room.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He finally spoke, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re sorry I had to see it?”

“Yes.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Y/N—”

“Does that mean you do it often?”

“No, that’s not—”

“You go around kissing other people when I’m not around?”

“Y/N, I’ve never—”

“I know they’re everywhere, throwing themselves at you, but I never thought you let them get to you.”

“Stop!”

“What!”

“I’ve never cheated on you!” He shouted in a tone I had never heard before, the look of pain present in his eyes began.

“That’s not what people are saying.” I muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

“People? What people?”

“Who do you think! She said you two—”

“That’s a lie! I only see her during performances. That’s it. Y/N, I would never do that to you.”

“How am I supposed to believe you after that? She kissed you and you let her.”

“No, no, no! I didn’t let her! I wasn’t even paying attention to her. When I’m on stage, I’m there to perform. Why would I spend weeks planning for your visit just to betray you?”

“She was so awful to me, the things she said, then, she went out there and—”

“Got herself fired.”

“Michael, I’m pissed, but I’ll get over it. I don’t want this to affect business. You don’t have to fire her.”

“I already did.”

“Michael—”

“I only want to work with people who respect me and my loved ones. She won’t be missed. I don’t care to have people around me that I can’t trust.”

“I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry I accused you of—” Michael shut me up, gripping my hips, pressing my body against his and kissing me sloppily. His hand claiming a possessive hold of the back of my neck, deepening his touch.

"I love you." he spoke into my mouth, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I felt myself tremble as his fingers explored my inner thigh, pushing up my skirt to give himself more access.

"I love you." I said, slipping my fingers around his belt buckle. He smiled knowingly, pushing me back, my ass collided with the counter and I felt myself crumble at his roughness. The cold countertop causing me to let out a moan. He pulled away for a moment, reaching behind me and clearing off the counter in one swift movement. "Such a gentleman." I purred in his ear as he picked me up.

"Only for you." A smirk on his face as the sound of nylon tearing filled my ears. "I love how sexy these look on you. I'll have to replace them." His long fingers slipping pass the freshly shredded fabric of my panties and teasing me one finger at a time. He watched as my head leaned back onto the mirrored wall, he chuckled as I struggled to find something to grab onto.

"Michael!" I was fighting to breath feeling him knuckle deep inside of me, hitting the right spot. "Fuck! Deeper!" I begged for more. Contrary to my needy cries, he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty as he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. I took this opportunity to tear his shirt off, throwing it across the room.

Michael pushed my legs apart, admiring how much I yearned for him, he slowly pulled me towards him with a strong grip on my legs. My bare ass slide across the counter painfully slow until I finally felt his hard tip press against my entrance.

"Always so wet and ready for me." He slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust which threw me further over the edge.

"Harder!" I yelled as he pounded into me with such intensity I swear I could feel him rearranging my guts.

"Baby, I want to cum inside of you." His voice smooth, making me even more wet.

"Please!" The walls were shaking as we continued to devour one another.

"You're fucking perfect." He whispered against the bare skin of my chest, I felt him everywhere. My eyes rolled back as his dick massaged all the right places.

Suddenly, the door swung open violently, causing me to panic and try to cover my exposed chest, but Michael stopped me. He grabbed my wrists trapping them behind my back in on of his hands as he increased his speed again. My moans escaped my throat against my will as tears of pleasure rolled down my cheeks. At this point, my entire body was shaking, Michael's tongue rolling against mine elongating my high further.

"What the fuck are you doing!" A voice shouted, causing my head to snap in the direction of its origin. Tatiana.

"You feel so good wrapped around my dick." He declared as he sucked on my neck. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else but his lips. "I'll never get tired of fucking this perfect pussy." Michael didn’t stop. He spoke clearly and confidently as he fucked me with purpose.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Tatiana yelled.

"Y/N!" Michael whimpered, his seed spreading within me, causing my legs to tingle. He gazed deep into my eyes, beads of sweat trailing down his face. "I fucking love you." His hand gently curled around the side of my neck, pulling me back into his sweet mouth.

"What the fuck!" Another shout from the demon herself. I paid it no mind. Looking back at Michael, his long dick still twitching inside of me.

"I love you baby." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaning into his neck to leave my mark. Tatiana stood there staring at us in shock, so naturally I challenged her stare. I waited to see if Michael would break focus, but he didn’t.

“We are busy in here. Close the door on your way out.” Michael said sternly between breaths, not even sparing her a glance.

The door slammed shut seconds later and it was only then that I took the time to look around the dimly lit room. Make-up and personal belongings littered the floor. Various unfamiliar items surrounded us, leading me to believe that I was made apart of one very well thought out, very devious plan and it turned me on.

"Michael?"

"Yes, my love?"

“This isn’t your dressing room, is it?”

“Nope.” He smiled triumphantly, planting tender kisses all over my face.

“You’re so sneaky.”

“You’re my girl. That’s never changing.”

“You quite literally marked your territory.” I giggled as he caressed my collarbone, watching as goosebumps formed.

“Oh, Y/N, baby, I’m just getting started. We’re gonna be here all night.”

“Let’s see what you got rockstar.”

“Baby, don’t make me carry you out on that stage and give those lovely people an encore they’ll never forget.”

“A girl can dream can’t she?”

I winked teasingly as I positioned myself onto my knees, looking up at the man I love, confident I was about to give him the best head of his life.

#michael jackson #michael joseph jackson #king of pop #michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson imagines #michael jackson fanfic

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