AND LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S... SUNDAY MORNING â JAKE GYLLENHAAL
summary: after all the costumes & wigs, the cue cards & laughing fits.. you finally get some time with your man on this eventful saturday night. technically it's sunday, but details.
warnings: reader is gender neutral! fluff & smut (hickeys, marking, groping, handjob). 18+ NO MINORS.
word count: 1340
gif credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics
notes: is neck kink a thing or am i just a vampire in denial? judging by my obsession with mentioning jake's bulging veins, i'm voting for the latter. thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!
"I thought the party would never end." You let out a long, heartfelt, sigh of relief. You wanted to crash on the couch and enjoy some downtime after this hectic day, but you knew that you would fall asleep the second your body would get in contact with something comfortable.
"How many times did we try to excuse ourselves? I lost count after like twelve." Jake gave you a hand to lean on while you removed your shoes. The cold floors relaxed your sore feet. "Thought we'd be stuck in there forever."
"It's your third time hosting, shouldn't you be used to it?"
"Eh, maybe... I think I'm just too old for that." You both laughed.
You were too tired to point out all of the things he was most definitely not too old to do. That list would have made partying and cracking jokes left and right look pretty easy in comparison.
Jake made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you stole a few sips from it. The two of you exchanged a knowing look, an agreement to discuss the events of Saturday Night Live at a different time, when neither of you would be exhausted and all talked out.
Instead, you walked towards Jake and hugged him from behind. You turned your head to look out the window and enjoy the sunrise while he slowly swayed from side to side.
"Hey," you hummed, letting him know he caught your attention. "Thank you for being there this week."
You helped as much as you could so that he could focus on the week-long preparation. You even got to rehearse one of the promotional videos with him in his dressing room. Your arms tightened around his body, a silent way to tell him you had just as much fun as he did.
After a while, and several contagious yawns, Jake turned in your arms to face you. You both adjusted your positions so that his hands landed on your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck. This kitchen slow dance lasted a little longer, until Jake decided to end it by kissing your forehead, your nose and, finally, your lips.
A kiss that quickly deepened, both of you happily melting in this loving embrace after several hours that deprived you of some quiet quality time.
Jake's tongue teased your lips, craving more. Soon enough, what started as a sweet peck on the lips turned into passionate making out that pulled whimpers and moans out of the two of you. Once again, Jake took the initiative to break the kiss and rested his forehead against you. "Missed you so much, babe."
"I missed you too." You answered, sharing a breath. You trailed kisses from the corner of his mouth to his cheek all the way to his earlobe that you nibbled on.
"I can see that." A smirk started to spread on his thin lips, he let out soft noises that encouraged you to keep going.
He did not even stop you when you kissed along his defined jawline. Even more surprising, he let you move down to his neck that you covered with open mouthed kisses. You suddenly stopped everything you were doing.
"What's wrong?" Concerned, Jake pulled back with a frown on his face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm more than okay." You nodded and smiled, hoping it was enough to reassure him. If not, your next questions would lighten the mood again. "When do you have to work again?"
He tilted his head, confused. "In a long time." Jake squinted and switched between looking into your eyes and glancing down at your lips that you were biting on. He started to catch your drift, his worries faded as quick as they appeared.
"How long?"
"Long enough."
Without losing any more time, your lips were all over his neck. You switched from side to side, giving more attention to his bopping Adam's apple while you kissed every inch of skin that you could reach. You focused on a specific spot, your lips moulding around his bulging jugular vein. You started to suck on it.
Jake moaned and loud. So often, too often, you were forbidden from leaving marks on visible parts of his body. That still left you with quite the canvas to paint. The problem was that, with a neck as delicious looking as Jake's, it became next to impossible at times to leave it untouched.
You detached your mouth from his skin and admired your work, a dark red mark already bloomed. It was beautiful, but you wanted more.
Jake's head lolled to the back, giving you access to what you so desperately needed.
You had one hand on the other side of his neck, holding him in place while you added more hickeys on his skin Your other hand travelled underneath the layers of clothes. Your fingertips gently brushed over his warm stomach before you scratched the surface with your nails.
"Thought you were tired?" Jake interrupted your moment.
"Yeah, well..." The hand that was on his stomach fell further down and squeezed the hardening bulge in his pants. "I thought you were tired too." You replied with an arched brow.
Jake's lips met yours in another heated kiss. His hands groped mainly your your ass and whatever part of your body he could reach to press you closer against his own.
This makeout session, between his mouth and his neck, lasted until the kitchen was invaded with morning light. "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" You offered in between kisses that left you panting.
"I'd rather take a quick shower first." Another kiss that he ended by biting and pulling on your bottom lip. "You're joining me." It was not an invitation, he knew you would not decline it anyway.
You led the two of you towards the bathroom, not without stumbling on walls and furniture on the way. You kept begging Jake for just "one more, one more mark and then I'm done, I swear just a small one" and he did not even try to stop you.
You lost no time and hurried to undress your man, once you made it into the bathroom and found the light switch after laughing in the dark while hitting every possible spots on the wall. You pressed him against the counter of the vanity, pulling his pants just low enough to take his cock in your hand.
"I knew you'd be turned on watching me in that Snake Eyes skit. Was it the beard?" Making you laugh was more rewarding than doing it in front of an entire audience. Jake's joke barely had time to land before you started to stroke him, replacing his words with grunts.
"Damn right, you looked so hot. If looks could kill, I'd be dead too." You helped him to take off his cardigan and then to pull his white shirt over his head. You discarded the clothes on the floor. Quickly, your lips peppered kisses along the cold metal of his chain until you could catch a glimpse of Jake in the mirror.
Jake's neck was covered in pink, red, purple and blue. There were bruises and teeth marks all over him.
With his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathing, caused by your hand that stroked his cock faster, you admired the painting before your eyes like it was the prettiest watercolour. "You look so good."
Jake's hands travelled to his neck and touched the bruises, one after the other. He winced, his lips curling up from the stinging sensation. "I hope they last for a long time."
"I hope so too," you kissed the spot where his shoulder met his neck. "Or else I'll just have to give you more hickeys."
"Oh no, that's so sad." You spoke together, imitating the funny singing voice he did earlier during his episode of Saturday Night. You laughed until both of you were naked and ready for this shower that promised to be very steamy.
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enhypen (hyung line) kinks
remember guys that i am NOT trying to convince you of the things im about to say or imposing it as true! just imagine it for fun or whatever you want ;) also minors pls DNI
HEESEUNG
manspreading, every time this man does it you have to control and distract yourself away from him to stay focused on the things you're doing or the people you're talking to, but he knows damn well what you think about it and he just can't hold his laugh back watching you close your eyes as if you were trying to meditate or shit
strip tease, i just know he would start a riot inside his head when you start stripping for him, he just loves you and your holy body too much to stay still, biting his lips looking at you up and down spreading his legs still wearing pants (with nothing under it so you can see his perfect cock forming its shape), feeling his heart beating faster to the point he doesn't want to wait anymore, so he lift two fingers telling you to come closer and sit on him so he can get a taste of every part of you
+ overstimulation.... yes
JAY
nipple play, what can i even say about it lol he's just way too obsessed with your boobs and he will lick it and suck it as soon as you lay down in bed... he loves how soft you're, but then his ego goes to galaxy when you whine at him grabbing your boobs in his big hands massaging it (he's just pretending it's something new since he also grabs it from behind when you wear nothing under your shirt-)
reverse cowgirl, my man goes feral when you ride him with your ass and hole just for him to see how good you take his big fat cock between the wetness of both of you + the moans that comes with this position???? nahh it's the best way to make you and him cum deliciously
JAKE
mommy kink, DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN????? he's a switch and you can't change my mind !!!! he loves abusing you pussy with everything he got but when you start being a dom???? oh girl, prepare to hear lots of "mommy please", "mommy i'm so close" coming out of his pretty lips with pretty face so immersed in pleasure he can't even think properly (poor baby just want to cum)
pussy drunk, self-explanatory... his lips and hands were made for it idc
SUNGHOON
spanking, my man's sadic (not literally) and will spank your ass, hold it as tight as he can, and even slap your pussy... he loves seeing your skin changing its color because yk he's marking the territory (everytime he sees you lying down with your ass up just know he will kiss it but then-), you're not complaining though
all fours, have i said before that he loves your ass??? probably gonna put some of those lubes that have a fruit taste in your hole so he has the perfect excuse to eat you out from behind but when it comes to sex he loves seeing his balls disappear in your cunt while he abuses your hole at the same time
+ overstimulation cause his happiness is seeing you cry (in pleasure ofc)
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Omg, guess who Lia???
These days cockwarming with jjun thoughts are so on my mind, Lia... I mean just imagine how he'd just not move within you, and test if you like dirty talking, to see what stuff from his filthy mouth makes you clench, or actually some other teasing like touching and playing with your tits and nipples, or your clit but not moving in you is the best torment he can give you, when you're dripping so much and he feels so warm...
"jjun p-please," your small pleas are dead to him from the moment he actually stuffed his fat cock in you, the stretch even so pleasurable, all the thoughts in mind abandoning your conscience where all you see is to beg, but Yeonjun's not listening to his princess tonight as he stills your moments from gripping thighs hard and tight, restricting any friction/stimulation you try to get by squirming or moving yourself ever so slightly, but that's better than nothing, or so you thought, the feel of having him stay still in your warm heat, your core embracing his length, and actually squeezing him as tight as you can sometimes, oh Yeonjun really did enjoy that and deep inside as tormenting it is with the exciting butterflies dancing in your stomanch, you liked it when you shouldn't have. "you want me to fuck but you aren't letting me, baby. if you clench s-so tightly, I might break when I move, so what's it then? Fuck or.. this..?" damn cunning fox. He knows why he isn't moving, watching you fall apart from slightest stimulation by him, absolutely watch you go nuts for his slightest acts of service, he is so obsessed for interested in such a side of yours as his smirk does not falter a little, if anything, it only curves more. "What's wrong baby, cock not enough? What does my pretty slut want? I can see her losing her mind, just by cock huh, isnt it baby?" fuck, you weren't supposed to moan and clench at that. Yeonjun's eyebrows arch a little and he notices your sudden clench at his words, how your hands actually arch themselves along your back but he isn't fucking you, is he? "jjun please, do something." At this point, Yeonjun's lost count of how much you have said 'jjun please's to him tonight, but he just has begun. "Exactly, what do I do baby, when you're clenching at me and not letting me fuck, come one baby, slut up and say it." no. Not again you shouldn't clench but you do, why is he so lewd with his words that makes you wanna clench at him, is he having a control on your body? Oh yes he does but this. Fuck that laugh he lets out, as he grabs yours and cages them in his one hand and caresses your thighs, laying pressing and soothing touches as he reaches your inner thighs near your cunt, filled with his cock, the sight so fucking lewd to see, as his eyeballs curve into crescents and he smiles so heartily, his princess is perfectly sized for his cock, dripping exactly as he desires, "fuck... could you look at this, how dirty, you love my cock so much huh? Look at how well you've taken it all and yet dripping, clenching at my praises, ah, see that's exactly what I mean... f-fuck that's my slut." He is so lewdly articulate with his words, having you drip like taht, but he isn't getting enough, when you're trembling at his cock, him absorbing every tremor that your cunt exudes, your sweating face and your desperate face, just like he wants. "jjun, f-fuck me please." He shifts his gaze at you, with a pouty face that he makes, as he looks down at you pity, he tsks so much as he speaks so mockingly, "well, baby... no." As he teases your clit and gets you to squeeze him more, uh oh. It's so good, I want more. She is so perfect.
IS THIS NOULLI i am so sorry i've been sitting on this for ages gatekeeping this little drabble i almost wanted to keep it for myself it's so good but others have got to see it... i'm losing my mind i'm gonna be so embarrassed if this isn't noulli omg
i've been on such a yeonjun brainrot era this is wild and darksided and evil!!! my brain rn omg
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pretty girls (pt. 3) | planymphia
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Act like it never happened in another world... until Jane doesn't have to anymore.
A/N: This is kind of rushed? But I had a burst of inspiration, and so here it is! Also, if it wasn't obvious, this whole fic is very heavily Pretty Girls by Reneé Rapp-coded, especially this part.
Part 1 Part 2
âSo, are you going to tell me whatâs going on with you and Nymphia?â Morphine asked.
It was bound to happen at some point. Jane knew that. She had gotten through most of the day without a single comment about her little heartfelt outburst the night before, but when Morphine had parked their makeup next to Janeâs, she knew her luck had run out.
Luckily, Jane had had the majority of the day to prepare a perfect answer for ifâwhenâshe was asked about it. Knowing how nosy her sisters were, it was just a matter of time. And, per usual, she was right.
âItâs just for the cameras,â Jane said, the script spilling off her lips so easily she almost convinced herself. âYou know how the fans love this shit. Theyâll eat it up.â
âI donât knowâŠâ Morphine pursed their lips. âIâve seen you do that before. And this is, well, itâs similar. But itâs also different. Youâve been acting different.â
Jane rolled her eyes as cooly as she could. âYou need to focus on yourself, Miss No Wins. Stop worrying about me. Not that I can blame you. Iâd be obsessed with me, too.âÂ
She was being defensive. She was being so obvious, and she knew it. But she couldnât help herself. Throwing up her walls was all she knew. All the preparation in the world couldnât break the habit.
Morphine laughed, but their face was still soft and fixed on Jane. âIâm not worried. Itâs nice to see you like this. You seemâŠâ
âWhat?â Jane asked, packing eyeshadow onto her eyelid and trying to keep her hand from shaking.
Morphine shrugged. âHappier.â
Jane scoffed. She racked her brain for something, anything, to say in response. But she couldnât deny it. She was happier, and it was obvious, especially after last night. Nymphia made her happier. Nymphia made her want to be better. It was petrifying and devastating but at the end of the day, still true.
Jane sighed. The words came out before she could stop them. âWell, she hasnât spoken to me all day. So I wouldnât get too used to it.â
That was true, too. Nymphia hadnât so much as shot a glance Janeâs way all day. Jane had positioned herself as far away from Nymphia as possible, avoided her as best she could, so she couldnât even blame Nymphia for doing the same. But still, Janeâs worst fears had been confirmed. Jane had probably been too obvious, and it had scared Nymphia away, like Jane had scared everyone else she cared about in her life away. Maybe she just wasnât meant to get close to people. Maybe she just wasnât meant to have that kind ofâ
âAre you two talking about me?â Jane jumped as Nymphia appeared over her shoulder, her hands snaking around her waist. Even from the light touch, Jane felt like her entire body had been electrified.Â
But even more overwhelming was the fact that Nymphia was there, behind her, touching her. They hadnât spoken all day, much less looked at each other, and now they were tucked against each otherâthrough Nymphiaâs own doing, thank you very much. Nymphia tucked her chin in between Janeâs shoulder and neck, a small smile on her face, and her eyes lasered into Janeâs in the mirror. Jane was frozen, one hand holding a makeup brush suspended in the air and the other hand (she wasnât even sure how it got there) caressing Nymphiaâs, which was folded around her body. The werkroom disappeared, time stopped, and she and Nymphia were floating in a world made for the two of them, where they belonged.
It took all of Janeâs willpower not to collapse ito the ground. But she managed to do what she did best: she slapped on a bitchy smirk and put on her best unaffected air. âI would never talk about you. Wouldnât even cross my mind,â she quipped, her voice shaking the tiniest amount.
Nymphia pressed her lips together in amusement and pulled herself away from Jane. She winked before walking back to her station. âKeep on pretending, pretty girl.â She said over her shoulder.
Pretty girl.
Morphineâs mouth hung open. Jane thought she could die right there.
â
Nymphia was hugging Jane as if her life depended on it, and Jane never wanted her to let go.
Of course, Jane had given Nymphia her immunity potion. Of course, Nymphia hadnât actually needed it. Of course, Jane did it anyway.
It was the only thing she could think of to express how much she believed in Nymphia, wanted her to succeed, to show her beauty, talent, and effervescence to the world. Even if it cost Jane her spot on the show and the safety and security of immunity. It didnât matter. Nymphia was worth it.
âThank you,â Nymphia said into Janeâs hair. âI know what that meant to you.â
They had just walked off stage, and Nymphia hadnât been able to contain herself; she had thrown her arms around Jane in the hallway to the lounge, in front of the PAs, all the girls, and even a few cameras. But Jane didnât care. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in the girl that made her feel like home, that made the world seem brighter, better, and a place she belonged.
âI was so scared youâd never talk to me again,â Jane whispered.
Nymphia pulled slightly away to look into Janeâs eyes. âWhat? Why would you think that?â
Jane stared at the ceiling, her hands absent-mindedly running up and down Nymphiaâs arms, which were draped over Janeâs shoulders.Â
âYou seemed like you needed space,â Nymphia continued. âI didnât want to freak you out even more. And I honestlyâŠâ She smiled sheepishly. âI didnât know what to say. You know Iâm not the best with my words.â
Jane laughed and looked back at Nymphia tenderly. âI know.â
âBut itâs us.â Nymphia smiled. âI knew everything would work out, even if we didnât say anything.â
Us. Jane felt like her soul had left her body. âI hoped so. I really hoped so. I just couldnât tell what you were feeling or if it was real⊠I mean, what I feel about you⊠Iâve neverââ
She was grasping for words, trying to find language to articulate feelings that seemed so insurmountable and unfitting for a mere sentence. But Nymphia saved her from having to explain herself as she pressed her lips against Janeâs.Â
Jane froze. It had felt like time had stopped when they touched. And when they finally kissed, it felt like the world stopped. Compared to everyone Jane had been with before, Nymphia was in a whole other universe.Â
Jane had dreamed about kissing Nymphia. Dreamed about doing everything with her, from waking up together to taking on the world. But nothing in her fantasies could have prepared her for the real thing, how perfect Nymphia felt, tasted, was. She was more than pretty. She was magnificent.Â
Nymphiaâs hands found their way to Janeâs face, holding her like she was precious and delicate, someone deserving of the love Nymphia could give. As Jane sank into Nymphiaâs touch, she started to believe she actually might be worthy of receiving it.
âI know,â Nymphia said against Janeâs lips. âYou donât have to say it. I know.â
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Your newest snap audio story made me cum so fast, your stories always do. Do pay her for snap, you won't regret it for a second. Best money ever spent, you guys.
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AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! - G.S.
Synopsis. When your sugar daddy just isnât paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fĂșcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.
Pairing. Rich boy! Gojo Satoru x Sugar baby! Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, jealous Satoru, crĂ©ampie, dirty talk, manhandling, marking, Satoruâs dad is not really present, oral (female receiving), overstim, mĂĄsturbation (male), thigh riding, cĂșmplay, Satoru is really really down bad and filthy for you, CEOâs son! Gojo, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 8.1k
A/N. Will proofread later, lowkey scared to post this, but I just wanted it out of my mind. And in my mind, Satoruâs dad is FINE asl so-
The first time you meet Gojo Satoru is when youâre all dolled up for his father.Â
Designer dress just a bit too tight, running on a few too many shots of tequila, wanting to be anywhere but at this stuffy gala. Everything was too bright - too polished.
And it really didnât help that no matter how many scathing looks or whispers that followed you, you just had to be here - it was in your contract, after all. Because luckily for you, you just so happened to be the infamous little plaything hanging off the arm of the head of Gojo Corporations.
Well, usually. Right now your sugar daddy was too busy entertaining his business partners, leaving you off to the side, praying for something - anything - to save you from this-
âDamn if Iâd come to these shitty galas a lot more often if it meant Iâd get to see a beauty like you.â
You jolt out of your bored little reverie, eyes immediately snapping up to meet the tall man suddenly in front of you. When did he even get so close?Â
You canât help but drink him in from head to toe, from the overpriced, slightly-disheveled suit to the tiny dimple at the end of his mischievous grin. Strangely familiar white locks fell effortlessly to curtain his eyes. Eyes that were a startling blue - the kind of blue that had your cheeks flaring and knowing exactly who this was.Â
Oh.
At your silence, he tilts his head with the air of someone that owns this entire venue and everything in it because, well, he did. Twinkling gaze searing into your skin as it roams appreciatively all over your body, plowing on, âThough, you look like youâre on the verge of an aneurysm around these old coots.â
You sigh, pinching your nose at the curious glances around you. Not even able to find it in yourself to put on that plastic smile anymore, âOh yâknow, just soaking up my popularity with the masses after being stranded here.â
âOh? Here with anyone?â
âYeah.â you blurt out, âYour father.â
You watch in amusement as Satoruâs mouth falls into a delicate oh! eyes flickering over his shades between you and the handsome man on the other end of the venue, oblivious and fully enjoying himself in the company of his secretary. A bit too much without you.Â
âYâknowâŠâ he starts, shaky and sounding only half the insufferable heir he was before, âI would say thatâs a hilarious version of a âyour momâ joke but youâre actually serious, arenât you?â
âMhm. Though it would make a good punchline, huh?â You huff out a laugh at the way he was suddenly less of a smooth-talking playboy and more of a lost puppy. The gears turning in his head as he processes that oh shit you were the sweet lilâ thing his dadâs been suddenly rushing off to meet straight after work. And the reason why all those old fossils here were clutching their pearls in scandal.
He just didnât expect you to be thisâŠgorgeous. And for the first time in forever, heâs suddenly so intrigued.
Because ah, you shouldâve known better than to think that this little hiccup would deter the infamous Gojo Satoru. No, in fact that million-dollar smirk only makes its way back onto his unfairly pretty face, like heâs about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century. Â
âSo youâre the latest armcandy my olâ man has picked up, huh? I hafta say, dear old dad has good taste.â he muses, stepping in close enough that his expensive cologne makes your head spin. âWhy donât you and I ah-â You follow Satoruâs gaze to where he was staring at the way his father was now making a beeline through the crowd. Straight for the two of you.Â
âGotta run before I get my share of the company revoked.â he flashes you a quick smile, fulling intent on saving his fatherâs delicate ego. But not before leaning down to whisper in your ear, âBut jusâ saying,â voice a pretty little purr, âI wouldnât ever leave you standing here so alone and gorgeous, princess.â
You can only stand there, reeling from the sheer audacity as he darts into the crowd with a wink, not caring if he stepped on a few too many overpriced coattails than necessary. Wondering whether this was some bizarre dream induced by too much tequila and not enough common sense.
âHi, sweetheart. Investors held me up, you know how it is. Having fun, huh?â A toned arm wraps around your waist as your sugar daddy finally arrives by your side. And as he went on about his latest business branch, only two thoughts ring through your mind - 1. You were seriously reconsidering this arrangement. And 2. This was going to be interesting.Â
And oh was it interesting.Â
Because Satoru always managed to find you, wherever you were. No matter if it was another droning function or a chance meeting at the sprawling Gojo Estate, Satoru always swooped in whenever his father was too busy for you. Which, fortunately for Satoru, happened to be a lot. Â
Hell, he seemed to find you even when you least wanted him to. Like that time he had to drag you away mid-argument with a particularly rude one of his snobby aunts. That was not a fun family reunion.Â
All unabashed confidence and pretty smiles where his father was cold, cold calculation. Ready with a smart mouth to bicker with you and bright eyes that seemed to linger on you a bit too long. But you didnât mind - why would you? Because all things considered, Satoru was a very attractive man. Sure, his father was extremely handsome, too - in a clean-cut, DILF-y way, in fact. But his son was dangerously attractive.
So much so that sometimes when he swept you away from insufferable galas to talk, some strange little part of you wished it was him that you came here with instead. Just for a second.Â
âSo, what do you see in my father anyway? His company?â Satoru asked you one day. Draping himself over his cool office desk, so comically out of place in the stiff corporate room. Legs kicking in the air as he waits for your response.
You tear your eyes away from the way his biceps were straining so deliciously against his snug button-up to deadpan, âI mean, I am his sugar baby after all, Satoru.â
âBut think about it,â he whines, batting those long lashes at you. Fully intent on driving you as dangerously close to a stroke as possible before his father finishes up an important business meeting. One that he missed - whoops. âThereâs close to nothing redeemable about the man. His idea of a family bonding activity is a PowerPoint presentation on quarterly earnings.â
âSatoru.â  Â
âAnd either way- Iâm getting the company in a few years, would ya be my sugar baby then, princess?â
Ah, there it was.Â
Itâs been a few weeks of knowing Satoru, and those little comments still made your head spin. Second-guessing the nature of this strange littleâŠfriendship? You didnât even know anymore. Because yeah there mightâve been a few, stupid little lingering touches - like a trace on your hips, or your hand firmly in his as he led your (temporary) escape from another lonely gala. But those meant nothing, right?
âNah, Iâd poison you and take over the company instead.â
âHey!â
Well, whatever, he was just your sugar daddyâs son. His sharp-mouthed, dangerously handsome son that just couldnât seem to leave you alone. Not that you were complaining, really. Your relationship with his father was not exactly exclusive - you already knew that secretary of his was a bit suspiciously close - but thatâs all heâll ever be. Right?
Or, well, thatâs what you stupidly thought.Â
It wasnât until one night late in the Gojo Estate, cursing those ridiculously long hallways, that you get an inkling of exactly how wrong you were.Â
âUgh, fucking rich people.â you mutter under your breath, wandering around trying to find whether the fuck the bathroom was. Because it doesnât matter how many companies and businesses Gojo senior ran, the man still sucked at directions. You hiss, rubbing the tiny bruise on your neck - and aftercare too, clearly, even though that was in that damn contract. Something about an urgent business call with his secretary. Ugh.Â
After three wrong doors, a trip around the in-home planetarium (seriously, who even needed that?), and chugging a full water bottle from the third kitchen in exhaustion, you finally find yourself walking towards what hopefully looked like the bathroom.
Hand reaching for the doorknob to swing it open. Ah, this better be the one or so help you-
Now, Satoru thinks heâs died and gone to heaven. And you - hair mussed, and dazed, standing there in nothing but a large button-up, falling just below your panties - looked like a sinfully beautiful lilâ demon here to lure him into hell. And oh how gladly heâd go if it means he got to see this ethereal view more often.Â
âAh! Wha- Sato-âÂ
You donât even know if you want to scream or not - torn between taking in the sculpted chest smushed against your face and not wanting to alert security downstairs. Reeling backward you drink in the sight before you and God how you wish you didnât - it wasnât too good for your heart.Â
Satoruâs hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his hair like diamonds. Skin soft and damp and smelling so delicious. Bathroom light bouncing off his rippling muscles, pecs flexing, as his strong arms reach out to steady you as you reel backwards.Â
Traitorously, your eyes snake across his sculpted body. Dipping below once. Twice. Cheeks flaring as a pang of disappointment hits you at the damp towel wrapped around that slutty torso. Wondering whatâs underneath-
âYâshould take a picture, it lasts longer.â Satoru grins, like the shameless bastard he is. Though he wasnât in any better state - eyes flickering between you and any sliver of exposed skin his eyes could reach.Â
âI should be saying the same to you.â you mutter, caught red-handed, shuffling your feet in embarrassment.Â
Satoru lets out a low chuckle as he pulls you closer minutely, presence practically enveloping you. âOh, me?â he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. Thumb tracing that little spot on your neck, âSâhard not to when yâlook so appetizing.â
And you donât even try to pull away because fuck this is Satoru and he looks so good - so warm under your fingertips, even when you jolt at the realization of what exactly he was talking about. Your hand coming up to cover that tiny mark left on your skin from not-too-long ago. A shameful little reminder that this was his son.Â
You grapple for some - any - sense of normalcy. Warning, âFlattery wonât get you anywhere, Satoru.â
He leans down impossibly, quirking an eyebrow. Both amusement and something unreadable flashing across his face. âOh, but itâs got my father somewhere?â
âWhy? Jealous?â
âYes.â
You startle, taken aback by the blunt confession. So direct and something so Satoru. The word hands in the hairâs breadth between you two now, sending your mind reeling. And you canât help but repeat, âJealous?â
âFucking yes.â There it was again.Â
But this time, Satoru plows on, voice barely above a whisper but ringing in the thick air. âJealous he gets to have you all to himself but still doesnât kiss you like you should be.â
âWhat do you-â
âYour lipstick.â he interrupts, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip, âWhyâs it as perfect as since you came in?â And, indeed, you realize with a jolt that no you really havenât been kissed the way you wanted - not enough to leave your make-up so sinfully ruined.Â
Minty breath fanning your face so dangerously now, and you barely even realize that youâre leaning into it, âIf it were up to me, princess, Iâd ruin that pretty lilâ lipstick of yours every chance I got.â
A delicious little shiver runs down your spine, head spinning at Satoru and his words and Satoru- And itâs all you can do to get out a shaky, âSo why donât you?â
And then heâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him - like neither of you had the strength nor the will to stop.Â
Satoru tasted just like candy, such an intoxicating sweetness that had you gasping as his soft tongue licked at the seam of your lips. Intertwining with yours as he breathes you in desperately. So sloppy. Such a sinful little mix of saliva and teeth and pure need.
His chest is soft under your greedy hands, lips searing against yours, and you could feel his hands wandering across every inch of skin they could find. Kissing you like heâll never be able to again because fuck he knows that he might just not.Â
Long fingers dance delicately underneath that shirt to feel- oh fuck, you werenât even wearing panties. Such a pretty lilâ slut and by God was he a goner.Â
Groaning into the kiss, he lets you loop your arms around his neck, hardened nipples rubbing against his abs as you tug on his damp hair. Honestly, fuck that thin shirt, Satoru thinks he might just pass out right here right now.
âS-Satoru.â you whisper against his lips, legs hiking up to grind your bare cunt against the throbbing erection straining against his towel. Already so wet from water or precum, you had absolutely no idea. You couldnât give less of a fuck in fact, needing to see if Satoruâs cock was as pretty as the rest of him right now. Hands urgently dipping below the hem, starting to tug and-
âHey, sweetheart. Did you find the bathroom?â
Shit. Fuck. Wonderful - perfect, in fact.
You wouldâve thought Satoru burned you with how quickly you pushed him away. Cheeks burning, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost slipping on the tile as you try to compose yourself at a safe distance - one that wouldnât end up with you jumping his bones again.Â
But all rational thoughts of that and your sugar daddy - Satoruâs father - almost go out the window once you take in the heavenly sight before you.Â
Satoruâs lips swollen, hair disheveled, towel hanging slightly too low off his hips. Giving you such a pretty peak of those tufts of snowy white hair at the bottom.Â
âW-we shouldnâtâŠâ you trail off, as the footsteps get louder and louder. Something prickly and uncomfortable pooling in your stomach with each beat.Â
Luckily for you, Satoru probably catches on to how you looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. Voice low and control as he agrees, âYeah, we probably shouldnât.â No care in the world for his steadily approaching father as he lazily adjusts his towel, a gesture so nonchalant yet distracting.Â
You swallow hard as he moves to walk past you, thinking that if this just so happened to be a dream then by God was it a good one. But of course - when has Satoru ever let you have it easy?
Because he stops abruptly in his tracks, fingers only ghosting the doorknob. Immediately turning back to walk to you with two, big steps, eyes gleaming, dimple flashing. And before you even know whatâs happening, his lips are on yours. Featherlight and fleeting. But so so addictive. Nipping at your bottom lip, savoring you on his tongue.
Itâs over before you know it, and a pathetic little disappointed whine leaves you as he pulls away. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he mutters lowly into yours, âYâlook prettier like this.â
Ah, you werenât happy to see him leave but how you loved watching him go. Bathroom light so pretty against all the dips and curves of his figure as he walked away. White hair reflecting the warm hue, muscles flexing, hips slightly swaying with such a slutty little confidence that only Satoru could have.Â
As you watch him disappear around the door, you almost forget the unwelcome visitor hot on your heels any second now and - wait - what was it that heâd said? âPrettier like thisâ?
Turning to the mirror and-Â
Oh. Shit.Â
You better have brought your make-up remover.
God, Satoruâs never ran to his room as fast as this since that time he was caught using his fatherâs elite golf clubs to play pool with Suguru.
Because as soon as that goddamn door is shut, heâs ripping his towel off. Letting it drop to the floor in a damp pile God-knows-where as he immediately fists his swollen cock.
With a groan, he leans against the shut door. Eyes scrunching in such sinful ecstasy as he squeezes the base, pulsing and so achingly hard for you. A warning and a reprimand. Shit, how the fuck did he get this hard just from kissing your pretty lilâ lips?
Ah, whatever, right now he doesnât have the patience nor the sanity to think too hard about it. Smearing the precum beading at his weeping tip, wetting his palm so sloppily.Â
Neat little crescents searing into his skin where youâd grabbed him before, only thing on his mind - how would you do it?
Would you ease him into it? Or would you start up a hasty, desperate little pace like he was doing right now? Shallow, quick tugs on his thick cock like you wanted to milk him deliciously.Â
Satoruâs hand was cold on his angry, hot cock. And with how many times heâs slipped his into yours, he knew yours would feel better around him. Both hands wrapped around his cock but still not covering all of it. So soft and warm, your nails scraping gently across his throbbing veins.Â
âShit. Hngh-â he breathes out, voice almost-pathetic, âJ-jusâ like that, princess.âÂ
And what would you say? Tell him to shut up and just take it? Would you whisper into his ear as you let him fuck himself into your pretty fists? âSo hard nâ big all fâme?â Satoruâs knees buckle at the thought, hand speeding up. âYâlook so pretty like this, yâknow.â
Slam! Palm slamming against the poor drawer beside him hard enough to make its legs tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing.Â
But oh his fist doesnât stop. No, he doubts he ever will - not that strong of a man to keep himself from getting off so filthily to the image of you standing at the doorway of the bathroom. You looked so ethereal - Satoru couldnât help but imagine how even more sinful youâd look if he was the one done with you. Shit, you wouldnât even be able to stand if he had his way.Â
âF-fuck, princess. Mâgonna ruin you, gonna fuck you till you donât know anything but mâname.â
He grips tighter on the base, thumbing under his slit in a way he knows your devious little hands would do. Fucked-out little grunts leaving his swollen lips each time his fingers meet his flushed tip.
âAh- Ngh, fuck.â he mutters hoarsely, letting out a low, broken little call of your name. âMore. Need more, princess.â He wanted you so badly that it hurt.
What the fuck did that sleazy old man have that he didnât? And that little bite? That would be nothing compared to what Satoru would do if he got his hands on you. Yeah, he thinks, body shuddering violently, heâd mark you up till everyone knows youâre his. Leave bites that peak out from your collar, all the way down to your pretty thighs.
âYâbelong with me pretty, could fuck you so much better.â Sweat drips from his brow, splashing onto his erratic fist. Thighs quivering, heart pounding wildly in his chest.Â
Satoru would almost be embarrassed by how desperate he was acting if he was in any better state of mind. Head only filled with you, and your hand and you-
And fuck for the sake of his sanity he canât even begin to imagine how it would feel inside your pretty lilâ cunt. All he can think of is the way youâd keen so prettily, mewling out a little, âOh sâtoo big.âÂ
Would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you milk his cock? Or would he have to ram his dick into you, because shit as much as he loves that bitchy mouth, it would look so much better gasping and stuttering as he fucks you dumb.Â
âOh yeah.â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. âSuch a good lilâ slut fâme. Taking mâso well.âÂ
God his hand was so sloppy on his dick that he didnât even know what he was doing anymore. Just wanting to fuck you and have you do this fâhim.Â
Ah, your plushy walls would suck him in so nicely. One hand speeds up on his cock, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. Tugging and pulling at the same jerky rhythm they would smack your ass while he stuffs you full.Â
So much better than any other sugar daddy ever could. Oh how Satoru would love to mess up your pretty pussy and your lipstick. Heâd fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on if he could.
And youâd be able to do nothing but gasp and whimper into his lips, cockdrunk and dazed, âShit shit shit- Toru mâgonna - Hah- Wanna cum. Please wanâ cum-â Oh how heâd burn down this entire fucking world to hear you call him that.Â
âFuck,â he curses, bucking into his fist, tight balls twitching so sensitively. âFuck...fuck fuck fuck. Mâgonna cum- shit- gonna cum, princess.â
âCum fâme, Toru. Fill me up with yâcum- wanna take all of it.â
And then heâs cumming.Â
A ragged, raw moan of your name leaving his lips. Thick, hot ropes of cum that should be painting your pussy white - but, alas, heâs spilling into his fist so shamefully. And amongst the stars behind his eyes heâs sees you - you you you-
You, fucking your cunt deeper onto his cock to take every drop of his cum. You, whispering sweet little praises as his seed gushes down your thigh, telling him that oh heâs doing so well, and heâs the best boyfriend ever and you already want more-
You, at the arm of his father.
Shit, he needs to shower. Again.Â
---
Ever since that little incident that night, everything changed.Â
At this point, you didnât even feel that usual little bitterness whenever your sugar daddy canceled for some urgent business. And, well, it made you blush to admit but you found yourself heading over to the Gojo Estate more and more frequently, often just to catch a glimpse of Gojo - or a quick kiss in the stuffy broom closet. Whichever left you more time to run away from looming security and his father.Â
But that was exactly the problem.Â
Because no matter how thick the tension lingering in the air between you two was, nothing had gone past heated kisses and touches. Either you were brought back to reality with the possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure at those galas, or someone just had to interrupt. Seriously, with how many times Satoru has had to pay off his poor personal assistant, youâve been wondering whether he actively seeks you two out.Â
And it really didnât help that Satoru always tasted so goddamn delicious. Fingers searing on your skin, cologne heavy in the heady air, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself.Â
But, hey, desperate times bring devious measures.
Which is why you were here right now - sinking into the plushiest bed at the Gojo Estate, clad in your delicate light blue lingerie. One that was custom-made in this specific shade of blue. Because while your sugar daddy preferred you in red, youâre sure he wouldnât mind you using his credit card for other ulterior motives, right?Â
You just hoped that Satoru would just so happen to get a peak when you sneak out to use the bathroom later. What would he say? Would he like it? Would his eyes roam over your body, fingers twiddling with the flimsy lace?
But more importantly - would it be enough to make him break? Even if just a little bit?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Youâre startled out of your little whirlwind thoughts by knocking on the door. Steady, and matching your racing heart. Ah, Satoruâs father, you hastily get up to fix your hair.
âYo, princess, are you naked or can I come in? Or can I come in when youâre naked?â
That wasnât your sugar daddy.Â
Not even thinking of your current outfit anymore, you rush to throw the heavy wooden doors open to see that, yes, it really was Satoru standing at the door. All bright grins and flushed cheeks as he drinks you in. Brows raising as his eyes move down from your face once. Twice. Thrice.Â
Success.Â
âWhatâre you doing here, Satoru?â you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. Trying to hold back the smirk threatening to curl your lips at the way he gulps.
âUh- My fatherâs off to some urgent b-business.â he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. âTold me to tell you heâs sorry and wishes you the breas- best.â
Oh.Â
Well, it wouldnât be the first time Satoruâs father has canceled on you. But it would be the first time that heâs canceled on you so conveniently enough to leave you alone with his unfairly hot son. Now, you couldnât let the opportunity go to waste, right?
You lean slightly against the door, body ghosting Satoruâs, teasing him, âWell, when is my dear sugar daddy coming back from his business? Tell him I miss him.â
Itâs a joke - and both of you probably know it. But that doesnât stop Satoruâs brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, suddenly a different man from the flustered one he was just a few seconds ago as he mutters, âI donât think heâll be back tonight.â
âAww, must be some important business.âÂ
He clenches his jaw aggressively at that, gritting out a clipped little, âYou do know that âbusinessâ of his is his secretary right?â
âI know. What a shame, right? Guess Iâll just have to go home nâ wait for him then?â you mockingly sigh - God, someone give you an Oscar. Moving to close the door in Satoruâs face, only to be stopped by a large hard smacking into the doorframe - as you knew it would.Â
âYouâre fucking crazy if you think Iâm gonna let you come out looking like that and let you go home without tearing it to shreds.â
And thatâs all that is said before his lips are on yours.
The door is slamming shut before you know it, and youâre shoved against it. Satoruâs lips such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit. Hands just everywhere - cradling your cheek, teasing your nipples through your bra, running down to squeeze and grope your ass. He just couldnât get enough of you.Â
Fuck twiddling with the lace, Satoru seemed well and fully intent to rip it off of you. And youâd let him. Just like he was letting you shove his overpriced button-up down his toned shoulders. Soft little rips sounding in the heady air at the urgency but neither of you could give less of a fuck.Â
All you could think of is the way Satoru was so pretty and muscled. Drinking in all the dips and curves of pale skin underneath your fingertips.Â
âFuck, princess. Chose this color on purpose, huh?â his fingers dive under the hem of your bra, âWanted to drive me crazy, mm?â
âY-yes, Satoru.â you gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. âWanted you to look at it. Got it custom-made all fâyou.â words muffled as he sucks on your tongue. Satoru was always such a messy kisser, licking at the seam of your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours with no shame or shyness. A delicate trail of drool already starting at the corner of your mouth.Â
Ah, it was too much for him. Satoru almost thinks he could cum in his pants right now at your sinful little admission.Â
Which is why he pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting out a broken little hum of appreciation into your skin. âThought so.â
And then your braâs hitting the floor, tits spilling out into the cold bedroom air. But only for a split-second because Satoruâs immediately groping each and every inch of skin he can find.Â
âLook so fucking beautiful like this.â Rolling your swollen nipples between two fingers as he mutters - more to himself than you, âWas gonna let him see you in this slutty lilâ thing, too?â leaning down to tongue lazily little circles on one nipple. Words muffled as he wraps his lips so prettily around your tit - tugging, just grazing with his teeth, âMatching my eyes, huh? Fuckinâ gonna be the death of me shit-â
Satoru was insatiable. Wanting all of you all at the same time. And you follow his line of sight to see him locked on your dripping cunt - soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Clenching around nothing as his pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight.Â
Like a madman, he immediately drops to his knees. But you donât think he even feels the pain as he bites down on the hem of your wet panties. Looking up at you with dazed eyes - miles away.Â
Breath ghosting your quivering cunt, tugging lightly with his teeth, âNext time, Iâm gonna be the one buying you these.â
Then heâs pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds. Grinning so devilishly around it as he gets his first sight of your pretty pussy. Oh you were so perfect for him. So mouthwateringly wet.Â
âShit, princess. Canât believe you were fucking holdinâ out on me.â he muses in wonder, eyes wide at the way your sloppy pussy was glistening in the dim lighting.Â
âYou were the one that-â
And usually, Satoru loves hearing you run your mouth, but this time heâs shutting you up by diving face-first into your dripping cunt. Cute little mewls leaving you as he presses so shamefully deep that his nose was against your throbbing clit, rubbing languidly as he licks a thick stripe up your swollen folds.Â
And then it was like something snapped.Â
Because one taste of you and Satoruâs going wild. Throwing a leg over his shoulder to lick more desperately all all over your cunt, lapping up all the juices that gush out of you. Already so addicted because shit you were so much sweeter than in his dreams.Â
âAh! Hngh- please.â you mewl, as he wraps his glossy lips around your swollen clit. All you get is a feral little grunt, his jaw parted, eyes looking like heâs on cloud nine as starts to suck harshly. Filthy little squelches filling the air as Satoru rolls his tongue across your clit. âFeels, sâgood, Satoru.â
But your cute little whines turn into one of disappointment as Satoru pulls away ever-so-slightly. âCall mâToru.â he slurs.
And he doesnât waste any more time, tongue swishing in his mouth to spit on you once. Twice. Missing ever so slightly, and splattering on your thigh. You flinch, gasping out a breathless little, âToru!â
âOh shit, princess. Yeah- say mâname jusâ like thatâ he groans, ragged and raw. The last thing out of his mouth before heâs squeezing his soft tongue into your snug cunt. Dipping into your sloppy hole in and out in and out in and-
âHe ever made you feel this good?â he moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you fuck yourself deeper into his unrelenting tongue.Â
âW-what?â
âHe ever made you feel this good? Cum so hard you see stars?â
You gasp out a pathetic little sob, âN-no. Want to- Wanâ you to make me cum, Toru. Make me cum around your tongue.â
And, well, what his girl wants - then sheâs going to get. Because Satoruâs lapping at your cunt even more greedily than before.Â
Stretching you out, breathing you in, looking up at your cute expression through his long lashes. Already so fucked-out for him.Â
Nose rubbing purposefully in small circles on your clit. Fucking you with his tongue the way he wants to with his cock and he didnât give a fuck if he suffocated in-between your thighs - he fucking loved it.Â
âHngh- shit shit shit yes!â your nails are digging into Satoruâs scalp at this point. The only thing steadying yourself to prevent you from collapsing onto the ground. And you really canât help but angle his head just right so that his tongue curls against that one spot inside your plushy walls.Â
Thankfully, he gets the memo. Because Satoruâs letting out a strangled little grunt at being so used by you as you drag your cunt across his pretty mouth. Body jerking into his as he hits that spot over and over-
âT-Toru- hah!â thighs quivering, Satoruâs grip bruising as he holds you up. âMâm gonna-â Your plushy walls sucking him up, thighs squeezing around his face.Â
âMhm?â
âCum! Mâgonna cum- ah- fuck fuck fuck-â
He groans huskily into your cunt. Throwing his head back ever-so-slightly to let your slick slide down his throat - greedily waiting for more that was to come. âThen show me how you cum, mâgirl. Cum all over my tongue.â
And then you are - all over Satoruâs pretty face. And fuck he doesnât think youâve ever looked prettier. Holding his head in place as you rock your hips into his waiting mouth, letting him drink you in so greedily. Clamping down on his tongue like you were trying to milk him.Â
And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd notice the delirious little heart eyes that Satoru was giving you, your cunt firm on his face and swollen lips letting out such pretty whines of his name. Toru Toru Toru - like a prayer as you fucking use him for your high.Â
Ah, he could stay like this forever, he thinks. But no, an empty house and you all wet nâ pretty for him means thereâs too much more to do.Â
Which is why heâs pulling away, your slick decorating his lips so prettily. Smeared across the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the hardwood floor in a maddening little drip! drip! drip!Â
And Satoru knows, with the way you watch him so intensely, mouth parted, eyes glossy. Which is why he runs a thumb along his mouth, pooling your juices on his fingers and popping them into his mouth. One by one.Â
Your jaw drops a little in disbelief as Satoru licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste. Oh he was ruining you without even touching you.Â
âNot enough, princess.â he chuckles. âCâmon, gimme a kiss.â
And, really, how could you ever say no to that face? Because youâre pulling him to you as soon as Satoru stands to his full height. Capturing his lips in such a sloppy, filthy kiss - forcing you to taste yourself and you half-lucidly wonder whether Satoru loved the taste almost as much as you because it was so him.
Bodies so close that your dripping cunt was seeping into his unfairly tight shirt. Forming a lewd little dark patch when Satoru lifts you effortlessly to guide you to the bed. Tongue still entwining obscenely with yours as he splays you out on the soft mattress for him. Drinking in that adorable lilâ shock on your face as you bounce on the bed, so drunk off of him that you didnât even realize he was taking you to the bed.Â
âShit, yâlook the prettiest like this, princess. Sâa wonder mânot fucking passing out right now.â he hisses into your lips.
âToru-â you whine, and shit the way his cock jumps at the mere sound of your voice makes you think that this will be a little trick youâre using more often. âWanâ your cock sâbad. Wanna-â
You donât even have the patience to finish the sentence before youâre fumbling with his belt. Something hefty and overpriced but you canât possibly think about that right now because fuck you get the first sliver of milky skin.Â
Satoruâs thighs were so sculpted and thick. It made your mouth absolutely water to wonder what it would feel like to ride them to insanity.
âYâwanna ride my thighs? Fuck princess, you really are driving me crazy.âÂ
Shit had you said that out loud?Â
Ah, well, it doesnât matter because Satoruâs pulling his boxers down - so tight with his swollen cock, a dark patch right where his weeping head was. And you almost pout at losing the opportunity to take them off but oh how youâre distracted by the sinful sight before you.Â
Satoru was massive - so long and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Shit, you were going to have to get a lingerie set in this color one of these days. He was achingly hard and throbbing, springing up to smear precum all over his abs.Â
And before you can even react, Satoruâs pulling you to him. Manhandling your pretty self so easily to straddle one, large thigh.Â
âOh- hngh, Toru.â you look up at him all doe-eyed and teary as he doesnât even wait for you to register whatâs all happening. Grip bruising on your hips as he rocks your hips so sluttily on his leg. âF-feels sâgood. Ah-â
âYeah? Yâlike it? Like getting yourself off like a lilâ slut on my thigh?â he groans into your ear, low and husky with need.Â
You nod wildly, sloppy pussy dripping all over his thigh, seeping into his skin as you grind your hips to meet his movements. âLike it sâmuch- ah-â
âMhm? Better than anything he could ever do?â
âYes yes yes, Toru-â you sob, cheeks burning as you realize that youâre humping him like a bitch in heat - but oh judging by the carnal little glint in his eyes, he liked it. Loved it, even. Because Satoru could feel the way your swollen folds spread to grind against him, clit pulsing so maddeningly against his skin. So filthy and messy as you used him to get yourself off. âSâmuch better- the best-â
He just didnât expect to feel a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Eyes flying open to see you - all glassy-eyed, and fucking yourself on his thigh - wrap a hand around his cock. Starting to move in shallow, unsteady little motions up and down his throbbing cock to get him off at the same time as you.
âWanâ you to cum, too, Toru.â
âOh fuck.â he grunts, letting his hips fuck up into your fist in mindless little motions. âYâdonât know what youâre doing to me.â
And with that his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips, forcing you to hold on for dear life as he drags your dripping cunt faster and faster across his thick. Movements erratic and frenzied now.Â
Of course, you were not one to be out-done.Â
Satoruâs precum spilling down your hand, your wrist now aching and wet, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. But you still tighten your fist around his pulsing cock, desperately flying up and down his length. Pulling in quick, jerky motions to milk him for all heâs worth again and again and-
âYouâre so oh- good fâme, princess.â he hums. âYour hngh- hands are so p-pretty wrapped around my cock. So perfect for me.â Bucking his hips wildly to meet your hand now, fucking your fist with no shame. Pulling you harsher on his thigh. âSâsuch a shame you had to hah fuck- meet my father first. Iâd have been so much better.â
âToru!â you squeal as one hand moves deftly from your hips to draw quick, hasty little circles on your throbbing clit. The friction from his thigh and fingers too much to handle.Â
âIâd make you happier.â Your body is shaking now, hands messy and trembling around his swollen cock. âIâd make you laugh more and give you all mâtime.â You canât even look at him at this point, eyes scrunched close in ecstasy as Satoru whispers these maddening little phrases into your open mouth.Â
âIâd make you cum harder.â
Oh and then you are - tears in your eyes, body convulsing into his as you cum. And of course heâs smirking smugly as he watches you ride your high out on his thigh, brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. Not now. Not yet.Â
âSo, better than him or not?â
But shit was it hard.Â
Especially when you raise your pretty, barely-lucid eyes to meet his, whimpering out a soft little, âI donâ know yet, Toru. Gonna hafta stuff me full of your cock if you wanna know.â
And perhaps for the first time since you walked in on him after the shower that night, the great Gojo Satoru is taken aback. Eyes widening in surprise, kiss-bitten lips falling into a soft oh! of disbelief. But not for long - never for long - because a devilish little grin breaks out across his face immediately afterwards.Â
âShit, yâreally are perfect fâme, princess.â
With a low growl, Satoru is easily pulling your body - limp and boneless in his hands - to straddle his toned hips.Â
You let out a yelp at the feeling of his fat tip just kissing your swollen folds, dragging teasingly along them, collecting the slick beading out of your sloppy cunt. Back and forth-
âWhoâs got you feeling this way?â
âYou, Toru.â
And then heâs pushing in, swollen cock bullying into your snug pussy. Thumbs drawing steady little circles on your hips - yes to reassure you but also to fight off that feral little part of himself that just wants to stuff your pretty lilâ pussy full until his heavy balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust.Â
But no. No, it was so much better when you were the one desperately trying to suck up his cock. Gasping and moaning out strangled little whimpers of his name as you sink yourself down on his throbbing dick. Inch by fucking inch.Â
âSâtoo big- Hngh! I-is it even halfway in?â you whimper out, and Satoru could almost laugh humorlessly as he tilts his head to glance downwards and shit- he was barely a quarter in.Â
âNo.âÂ
âF-fuckâ cute little tears streaking down your face now, thighs trembling, âToru, I-I donât think I can-â
âYou can. And you will.â Fucking up into you in short, rapid little jabs to squeeze himself deeper into your tight pussy. Shit, it was such a squeeze, you were milking the ever-loving soul out of him. And it only made him impossibly harder inside you, making you whine and grind down - torn between chasing the feeling of being so deliciously full and the sheer pressure. âShit, love when your pussyâs sucking me up so good.âÂ
One hand is on your hip, sliding you farther and farther down his cock, the other drawing urgent, quick patterns on your clit. Not even circles anymore because shit Satoru doesnât have the patience nor the sanity for that. Throbbing veins rubbing so sinfully against that one spot in your dripping cunt, splitting you apart to the same rhythm as the pulsing.Â
And as soon as your ass meets his heavy balls - already so wet with precum and slick - Satoru doesnât even know if heâs on planet Earth anymore. Mind spinning, he doesnât waste any time at all.Â
âFuck yes.â Satoru hisses, throwing his head back. âFucking finally.â He pulls his hips back, far enough that his angry, red tip is just kissing your sloppy entrance, surging forward, forward, forward- âYâdonât know how fucking long Iâve wanted this, princess. Needed this sâbad, so so bad you donât understand. Shit.â
And, hey, his girl deserved to be fucked dumb, right?
âNeeded this ever since I saw you at that goddamn gala.â he whispers into your lips, ragged and so fucked-out. Each word punctuated by a harsh, heavy thrust. Ones that have you keening and grasping Satoruâs broad back for support. Nails raking down his shoulders as his pace gets faster. More purposeful.
And you can do nothing but take it, barely even able to form any coherent sentences. So prettily sat on Satoruâs lap as he fucks into you, babbling sweet little nonsenses made for your ears only. âEver since I saw that murderous little glare you threw at those snobby guests.â
His balls smacking against your ass over and over. A quick, steady little tempo that you were losing your mind to. âEver since you let me take your hand and drag you away to that secret bar to take shots instead of champagne.â
You donât know whether youâre even crying at this point - all you know is that your cheeks are wet and your voice is broken as your let out a little, âF-fuck, Satoru- but your fa-â
âFuck that.â he whines, and you could almost laugh at the adorable pout that makes its way onto his face. And at that you can feel him jolt so deliciously, head snapping up to meet yours. âIâm the better one.â
And as if heâs trying to prove it to your cunt, heâs drilling into you faster. Harder. Hips burning now as he fucks you like some animal. Hitting that sweet spot over and over. âIâm the one with the personality and the looks.â Long fingers almost a blur on your clit as he matches his place. Cock hot, and throbbing inside you.Â
âIâm the heir, I get the company, too, if thatâs what you like.â Heâs bouncing you on his cock animalistically now. Hungry gaze taking in the way youâre sucking him up so well. âAnd Iâm funnier one, Iâm the one that should be by your side.â
You see stars behind your eyes at both the pleasure and sheer overstimulation as Satoru starts fucking your cunt as best he could without fucking breaking you - but, honestly, he didnât give a shit if you cried. He just wanted to stuff you full and have you cum harder than you ever have in your life.Â
âFuck- fuck yes mâgonna cum Toru- hngh.â You pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. âM-make ah! Make me cum, fill me up please, Toru.â
You feel him shudder inside you, balls squeezing so painfully. Hips sloppy and absolutely soaked with precum and slick. âSh-shit, youâre not too good for mâheart. Ngh, f-fuck- I should be the one to make you cum. Over and over until you donât know what it feels like to not.â
âToru!â your eyes fly open, âYes yes yes- itâs you. Only you-â
Oh, like something snapped then Satoruâs surging forward to bite down on the crook of your neck. Hard. Youâd almost think he was out to draw blood. And then with a low groan, and one, harsh little thrust, Satoruâs cumming and cumming inside your pretty pussy. And you are too - back arching as you milk his cock through his high.Â
Fingers digging into your skin as he holds your hips to his, letting your cunt be filled up so sloppily. Pumping thick, hot ropes of seed that dribbled out of you each time he pumped his hips into yours. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside you.Â
And then youâre both collapsing, the exhaustion suddenly hitting the both of you as Satoru moves you both to lay on the mattress. Fuck, Satoru watches in wonder as his cum gushes out of you and forms a wet little pool on the expensive sheets as he starts to pull out. One round might just not be enough.Â
Yet not yet - he can feel his eyes drooping, muscles aching as he pulls your sticky body closer to his. And Satoru knows he should get up and wipe you both down. But right now, heâs too drunk off the heat of your body and that angry little bite on your neck. Distracted by the cute lilâ expression on your face, so tired and thoroughly fucked out. Fingers playing with his hair, looking at him with an expression so fond - just like in his dreams.Â
Nothing more is said. And all is quiet in your strange little heaven.Â
That is, until - âSo, princess. Wouldnât ya wanna be an heiress instead of a sugar baby?â
A/N. How we feeling???
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PLEASE write more of geto being a pervđđ
âpt.1â here
Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3
perv!geto is my obsession atm
contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3
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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.
So of course when the scariest jump scare youâve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.
âGod- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!â you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, âTAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,â you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.
âBabe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,â he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.
âFuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.â you placed your head in your hands in defeat.
âIâll buy you a new one,â geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.
âYeah right, ur broke as shit too, thatâs why weâre living together.â you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.
âYeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,â he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, âthought you liked livinâ with me,â
The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.
Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.
Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.
You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.
Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.
What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyoneâs panty shots; they were yours.
Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.
Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.
You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.
Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.
Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.
ââ
âUmmm ooh, Iâll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?â gojo chirped.
Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name heâd ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.
âRight..uh, iâll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.â Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.
Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.
Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.
Suguruâs heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didnât say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. âFuuuuuuuuuck haha,â geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.
âHuh? let me see, what happened?â Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at getoâs phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.
âI might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I donât know.â he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.
âDid you forget to do your dishes or somethinâ?â he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didnât pick up after himself.
âYeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics iâve been taking of them for the past couple months.â he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.
Gojoâs jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. âHahaha oh man, you really are fucked.â the blonde slapped his own knee, âIâll let you co-sign my lease tonight,â he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.
Geto kicked satoruâs shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at getoâs misfortune after awhile. âSo..â gojo started, âYerâ gunna let me see the pics right?â he asked, âAlready hurt you didnât tell me about this,â he pouted,
âIn your fucking dreams satoru,â geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.
He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. âWHAT???â gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, âpleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet theyâre soooo gooood.â gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.
âKeep dreaming satoru.â he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.
ââ
When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.
His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.
You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.
The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.
Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.
"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.
You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.
You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.
"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.
"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.
"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.
"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.
The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."
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"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.
"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.
"A-again-" you whined,
"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.
You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.
"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.
He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.
"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.
Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.
"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.
Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.
Geto was getting off on this so hard.
Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.
"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.
He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.
"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.
You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.
Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.
"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.
His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.
"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.
"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,
"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.
You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.
"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.
Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.
Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.
Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.
You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.
You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.
You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.
Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.
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so obsessed with the âmy cock is big so it wont fitâ / âtry meâ relationship dynamic ughhhh thinking about this with simon and reader, and how readerâs desperation made them spiral, makes me so giggly
thinking about the way you finger yourself everyday to stretch yourself out for simon; preparing yourself for him. practicing for him.
it becomes a routine; it was mundane, almost, but every time the thought that youâre doing this for simon slithers its way back to the forefront of your mind, you lose yourselfâdoused in the tendrils of your desire, so powerful it has you clenching on your own fingers.
they never hit deeper, never stretch you out wider, but they scratch the itch to be stuffed and manage to satiate you long enough for the next day to roll by.
itâs a lot worse when you meet up with simon because your core throbs with need, leaving you crossing your legs to give yourself that muted relief. but itâs never enough, is it?
simonâs right there, voice thick like molten lava, viscous as it washes over you. âare you alright, love?â
and you lie, gritting your teeth and clenching your fists tightly, telling him that of course youâre fine. because what else can you say? âi dream of your cock so much that i fuck myself everyday as prepâ?
if you do say that, simon wonât ever let you live it down. so you stay quiet, crossing-and-uncrossing your legs at every of his deep laugh or gentle crooning, trying your best to ignore the way his palm squeezes the muscle of your thigh. you wonder if heâs doing this on purpose by now because thereâs no way simon actually does naturally talk like thisâ
itâs all teases and taunts as a whirlpool of petnames dribble from his quirked-up lips. he calls you, baby and darling. he calls you sweetheart and lovie. but then he also calls you pup, doll, petâanything that makes you gasp, and quiet puffs of breaths wheeze out of your trachea in your own stupor.
âyou seem distracted,â he murmurs, his voice a worried croon.
âuh-huh,â you say, not really listening, because simonâs hand is climbing up higher and higher on your thigh.
simon notices your stare, because of course he does, then doesâŠ
nothing.
he drops you off to your place that night, and leaves a kiss on your forehead before driving off. you watch from your living room window as he disappears from your line of sight before clambering towards your room, tearing your pants off your body and chucking your little slip of underwear behind you as you do so.
you sink into your plush mattress, knees braced by your softer pillows, before reaching behind you to plunge yourself with your fingers. two of them slide in easily, and you crook them just right until youâre mewling. moaning. crying.
simonsimonsimonâ
your orgasm is a sharp rip of euphoric release. but the tidal wave of your ecstasy wafts off into its remnants just as quick because this, fucking yourself, isnât the fix you want. it isnât the fix you need.
(that said, making simon buckle was a lot easier said than done.)
you parted your legs yourself, planting your hands on the underside of your thighs to pull them open for simon. simon laughs when he saw this, his pale cheeks so flushed with his own desire.
âhurry,â you whine, all choked-up with your desperation, and simon only croons a warning.
âwe need taâprepare you, pup. iâm too big fâr you.â
his acknowledgment makes you leak, your wanton thoughts turning into slick that gushes out of you. simon laughs, so utterly endeared.
âi prepared myself, si! please put it in!â
simon sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. âi thought you wanted my cock?â
he waits for you to nod. you do so, careful, as your wet eyes look up at him.
âhmm. so listen to daddy, yeah?â
âokay,â you mumble, too overwhelmed to fight back.
simon smiles, murmurs his praises, and then heâs bringing his head between your legs. you squeak, surprise dotting your vision. you expected simon to prepare you, yes, but you expected his fingersâlong, rough, thickâand not his tongueâ
âsiii-monnnn,â you keen, legs buckling from your hold until they tumble to his back, your strength getting zapped out of you at every lap of simonâs tongue.
itâs so good! so, so good!
simon takes over, hooking your legs over his shoulders himself as he burrowed deeper, nose grinding against the sensitive underside of your sex. his tongue pushes against your walls, sliding between them, and then simon sucks.
fuck! fuckâ
sorta pt 02
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roommate!Suguru x f!reader
cw: voyeurism, smut
Iâm always thinking about roommate!Suguru, and the fact that he would be so obsessed with you.
At first, when you just moved in, he wouldnât spare you of even a glance and he only spent time with his friends, Shoko and Satoru. However, as time went on, Suguru started to warm to you and you two got to hang out more together. Thatâs how he became interested in you.
And for suguru being interested meant he was obsessed with you.
Not that you would realise of course, he made sure of never raise your suspicions, but he stopped bringing people at home and only wanted to be with you. he would want to know what you always did, who you hung out with, and where you went.
You noticed something was different with Suguru, when he started to get more touchy. Every moment was an occasion for him to touch you.
You were passing in front of him? Smack on your ass.
You were trying to reach something on a higher shelf? He pressed his body against yours from behind and took it for you, a grin on his face.
You were going out and needed to put a necklace on? He was ready to do that, and he made sure to caress the nape of your neck and hair when he was done.
You didnât really understand what he wanted from you, until a special event happened.
Suguru caught you touching yourself while talking to another person. It was not his fault he caught you, okay??? You left the door slightly ajar, as if you were inviting him to watch you.
And so he did. He observed you from the little crack of the door, while you panted sitting on top of your sheets, unaware of his presence. Your legs were spread open and he could clearly see your little fingers rubbing your pretty pussy.
He cussed under his breath and reached down to rub his cock over of his pants. But it wasnât enough. He wanted to taste your pussy himself. He listened patiently to your conversation at the phone, while you bit your lower lip, trying to reach that orgasm that the other person was trying to guide you to.
However, it never happened. And Suguru noticed how you faked your orgasm in order to make the call end.
So, the moment you put down the phone, your roommate stepped into your room. Your eyes widened and you close your legs to hide your wet pussy and swollen clit when you saw him, your face burning. âSuguru! Get out!,â you screamed flustered but it only made Suguru chuckle as he approached your bed.
âWho were you talking to?,â He asked teasingly as he sat at the end of the bed. You were still blushing and looked at him with a little pout. âNo one,â you murmured, looking away and missing how his cock throbbed in his pants at your indifference and pretty pout.
âThey sure were no one if they didnât make you come⊠Now let me take care of you, mh?,â He insisted as he slid closer to you on the bed, still not touching you. When you looked back at him, you sighed⊠why not? You felt restless and disappointed from the person you were talking to, and the man you had in front of you was far much better than them.
Skip forward, thatâs how you found yourself laying under your roommate in mating press, your ankles almost reaching your face, and him pounding inside you so hard that you could feel his fat cock inside your stomach. You pleaded him, after so many orgasm, but Suguru wasnât buying any of that. He wanted your pussy to form around his cock, so that you would never forget that you belonged to him.
He looked down at you with that annoying sexy smirk, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his hair all around him. âWho owns this pussy, baby?,â He asked breathless, observing how your teary eyes were looking up at him, and a fucked out expression on your face.
âS-Sugu⊠my p-pussy is yours, please⊠I canât,â you cried out, sinking your nails in his shoulders. He hissed at the delicious pain, pistoning his cock inside of you faster, almost reaching your cervix. âFuck, yeah⊠all mine, princess,â he panted against your face, laughing.
And thatâs how he got you full with his cum, your belly swelled from how much he came inside you. He couldnât stop looking at his cum coming out of your abused hole, and your spent up body over your sheets. âYouâre fucking mine, doll⊠I will stuff you full with my cum to remind you every day~â he smirked, leaning down to bite your inner thigh before getting up to get a cloth to clean you.
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Stoic
When Gojo assumes Nanami Kento's lack of PDA for the reader shows a lack of desire for her, a tipsy Kento is quick to correct him.
Warnings: 18+ drabble, Kento goes on a smutty rant
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'A quick drink' after work had soon turned into two, three, four. Shoko took full advantage of the rooftop bar's balcony, smoking and idly chatting; Higuruma and Atsuya gossipped and quipped, snorting into their drinks; Satoru observed Kento and you keenly behind his dark lens; you stood, excusing yourself to the bathroom as Kento gave you a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry," Satoru interrupted loudly when you were gone, his pot boiling over, "I just-- I just don't get it, Nanami." All eyes were on Satoru and Kento now-- Kento, with one thin eyebrow raised in quiet disdain at Satoru, and Satoru, with his elbows planted forward on his knees in challenge.
A few moments of silence. Kento huffed, "Should I be apologising for someth--"
"--you've been together for years," Satoru interrupted, "and I'm just not convinced. She could be-- she could be a coat rack for all the affection you show her, you're supposed to not be able to keep your hands off her--"
"--you want me to grope my fiancée in public, am I correct--"
"--well maybe, anything to show that you love her--"
Kento laughed out loud, deep and humourless, continuing to chuckle into his glass, scoffing to himself; "Love her," he rumbled, swirling his whiskey, amber eyes flickering and carnal in the firelight.
Shoko had turned, smirking, to watch the scene. Atsuya leaned back, scowling, chewing on a toothpick with crossed arms. Hiromi leaned, glimmer-eyed, into the drama, one hand cupping his jaw and the other clasping his wineglass. He picked up the bottle, slowly beginning to pour another glass.
"I don't love her," Kento spat, downing his glass of whiskey in one smooth swallow, hissing and slamming the glass down on the table, "I worship her. I'm obsessed with her."
Satoru was silent, mulish, as Kento continued.
"I would walk through rains of bullets for her," he mused aloud, "I would cut off fingers with blunt knives--"
"Nanami, alright, I'm sorry--"
"Any second I'm not with her," Kento continued, his voice quieter, darker, the group leaning into him, "is a second wasted. I don't know what point there was in the years I spent without her-- probably just there to build me into even a semblance of the man she deserves--"
"--why are we doing this--"
"-- and when I'm not thinking about talking to her, watching her, being near her, holding her, or-- fuck, just having her look at me goes bone-deep...I spend at least eighty-percent of my time thinking about different ways to make her cum--"
Satoru was blushing now, his face in his hands, while the others leaned into Kento's mild breakdown with awe, "--fucking hell Nanami, I didn't mean--"
"I almost died last week, at work," Kento mused, as a laughing Hiromi slid the glass of wine down the table to Kento, which he caught seamlessly, "because I was too busy thinking about how her mouth had felt around my cock the night before, because I was pondering the many applications for my tie, because I was thinking about how incredible she felt underneath me--"
Atsuya and Shoko whispered together, Hiromi now giggling to himself unashamedly; "Oh he's really going for it--" "I know I know, shhh, let him finish--"
"--and I've been sat here with her all evening, resisting the urge to strip her, tie her wrists together and have her ride me until I go fucking blind, all because of social-fucking-propriety, just for some long streak of jizz like you to say I clearly don't love her--"
Satoru had shrunk in on himself now, his soul quietly leaving his body, mortified and put to rights as Kento tsked, swirling his wine before downing that, too. He accepted the bottle Hiromi slid towards him in approval.
"...it really just is rather rude and presumptuous of you, isn't it, Gojo?"
The group sat in stunned silence as you returned, sitting beside Kento and laying a hand on his crossed knees. You felt the bizarre tension; Hiromi unable to conceal a blush as he looked at you, Shoko giving you a knowing smile around her cigarette, Atsuya unable to make eye contact. You smiled uncertainly.
"...what did I miss?"
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Not quite Yandere yet but here is a snippet of the Yandere single dad short story. And a kindergartener obsessed with you being his mom
Yandere Short Stories: Mommy (Prequel)
Eventual Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader
A pale hand shakily held the drawing his son, Jesse, made in horror. Who on earth could the smiling woman beside little Jesse be? Had another snake tried ti sink their fangs into the Isbert family once more?
Liam Isbert was the heir to the Isbert family. A man of extreme power and wealth who many women (and men) tried to woo. Only one had successfully baby trapped him which resulted in Jesseâs birth.
âWho is this woman?â Liam glared at the elderly nanny who frowned at Liamâs anger. âWhat kind of wench had been filling my childâs head with lies? She is not his mommy.â
âI assure you Miss (last name) is just his teacher. Your son is extremely attached to her.â The nanny told Liam which only made him angrier.
Impossible. She had to be after their familyâs money and thatâs why she sunk her fangs into a child. How cowardly!
âNotify the school that I wish to have a private meeting with his teacher.â Liam told the nanny as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy locks. Liam was so frustrated with these gold diggers. They were all the sameâŠ
He might have to homeschool Jesse nowâŠ
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Liam sat in the back of his limousine as he watched Jesse excitedly run into the kindergarten. Liam has never seen his son so excited for anything in his life.
The brunette took a long drag from his cigar when he saw a beautiful young woman head towards Jesse. A smile as warm as a ray of sunshine on her face when she saw Liamâs son.
The little boy hurdled his small body into his pretty teacher. Jesseâs arms wrapped around her legs, while his blue eyes stared up at her with so much love it made Liam want to puke. How on earth did this woman charm his antisocial son?
Liam reeled down the window and was about to scream at her when he heard her laugh.
âGoodness, Jesse. Itâs only been a day. Are you that excited to learn?â (Your name) smiled down at the dark haired boy who nodded his head.
âI just wanted to be with mom-â
âJesse, itâs Miss (last name).â (Your name) ruffled Jesseâs dark brown hair which made the little boy pout. âIâm your teacher.â
âWhy canât you be my mommy? Youâre so nice to meâŠâ
(Your name) laughed as she bent down to pick Jesse up. âBecause I would have to date your dad and I donât really have any interest in men.â
Jesse thought for a minute and then he scrunched his face. âDaddy is kind of mean and heâs smelly.â
âYouâre not supposed to say your daddy is mean or smelly!â (Your name) loudly giggled as she carried Jesse into her class.
Liam sat frozen in his limousine in shock. She didnât want to date him? And⊠what did Jesse mean by him being mean and smelly?
âSir, your meeting with the teacher will be at three in the afternoon. Do you want me to take you to the office.â
Liam shook his head and reeled up the limoâs window. âYes. That would be nice, Allen.â
For the first time in many years, Liam felt his heart flutter.
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âYou must be Jesseâs dad. Itâs nice to finally meet you.â (Your name) warmly smiled at Liam who remained silent. Liam couldnât hear a word she said due to how loud his heart beat in his ear drums. His beating muscle would bring a snare drum to shame.
âMister Isbert?â Liam was brought back down to reality when his teacher addressed him. His green eyes focused on her concerned expression. âAbout your reason no for a meeting⊠Jesse seems to be quite attached to me due to his lack of a mother. I try to correct him but he seems adamant about it. I am so sorry to inconvenience you-â
âWhat is your motive?â Liam narrowed his eyes at the young woman who seemed shocked. Motive? Whatever did he mean?
âWhat do you mean-â
âHow much money do you want? Iâm willing to pay you if you leave my son alone-â Liam was shocked when (your name) slammed her hands on her desk when she stood up.
âHow dare you⊠Iâm sorry that other people have wanted such things from you but I do not. I care about Jesse. He desperately wants a parent that loves him and heâs not getting that from anyone in his house.â (Your name) scoffed at Liamâs shell shocked expression. The young woman shook her head. âThis is extremely unprofessional of me, but you never spend any time with your son so Iâm not surprised you donât notice his concerning behavior of wanting to be loved.â
Liam gasped when she slapped a file in front of him that was full of letters from Jesse. Dozens of notes asking her to adopt him. Why did his son want this woman so badly?
âBe a better parent before you point fingers. Now get out of my classroom.â
Liam felt his cheeks heat up and his heart pound in his chest. She didnât want his money⊠she just wanted Jesse to be cared forâŠ
Liam was shocked to see Jesse outside the door. Jesseâs little hands clutched his lunch pail so tightly, his knuckles were white.
âJesse-â Jesse shoved past Liam to stand beside his teacher.
âMommy, I want to eat lunch together! Can you cut the crust off my sandwich? I donât like the crust.â
(Your name) smiled down at Jesse and took the lunchbox from him.
âItâs Miss (last name), Jesse⊠but of course I can take off the crust.â
And thatâs when Liam noticed the pink blush on Jesseâs cheeks. Jesse loved his teacher⊠and who was he to separate them?
Liam shoved his hands in his suit jacket pockets and left the school in a hurry. His fingers itched for a cigar to try to calm down the rush of emotions he felt.
Perhaps heâd apologize to Miss (last name)? He wondered if she liked roses?
Liam blushed at the thought of her accepting roses from him. Sheâd be so pretty in redâŠ
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he opens the mail
Captain Price opens a package, thinking itâs intel, but itâs a sex pollen. The only cure? Your pussy, apparently.
Warning: sex pollen tropes, extremely dubious consent, attempt at satire?, angry john price
âWeâre never going to make this deadline. Laswellâs gonna kill me,â you complained, burying your head in the pile of envelopes and packages strewn over your desk.Â
âDid this to yourself, lass. Shoulda been keepinâ up with intel duty. Wee bit at a time, âs what I say,â Soap patted you on the shoulder, feigning pity.Â
You spent hours combing through the documents, and by the time everyone had gone to bed, your fingers were covered in paper cuts, and your vision was blurry from squinting at the poorly scrawled Cyrillic words.Â
You thought you were alone, and as you stood up to stretch and refill your coffee mug, Captain Price opened up the office door, scaring you half to death.Â
âOh, hey Corporal,â he smiled and then furrowed his brow, âWhat are you still doing here?â
You sighed, pointing to the piles of documents,
âLaswellâs intel backlog. Iâm the only one with a Level 3 linguistics cert for Russian, so here I am. Gonna be an all-nighter.â
He closed the door and sat down across from your seat, digging into the pile,Â
âIâm Level 3. Letâs finish it.â
âCaptain, you donât have to do that. Iâm sure youâve got more important thingsâŠâ
Price shook his head, taking off his hat and hanging it on the chair back,
âNah, thaâs alright, love. Iâll help ya. Get us a tea, yeah?â
You knew how he took his tea, and you hated that you did. Secretly, you were obsessed with him. He was always around, smelling like balsam wood and tobacco, looking like a gladiator, huge and capable in the most masculine way. It was hard to concentrate when he was nearby. Now that he had offered to help, you had to grin and bear it.Â
You worked together for a while, chatting, even laughing. It was nice. You had so much in common, the conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself much more at ease. Finally, three packages remained. You opened the first one and found little more than phone records for a local library. Unhelpful to say the least. Price opened a water bill, and he recognized the address of a recent Konni base location. Any intel at this point felt like a celebration. Then, the final box.Â
âGo on then. Show us the ending,â he smiled, handing it to you.Â
âCouldnât take the joy of ripping up the last letter, Captain. Be my guest,â you smiled.Â
He chuckled, tearing into the envelope. In a flash, bright pink powder sprayed him directly in the eyes, and he writhed in pain, pinching them shut, his whole body going stiff.Â
âFuck me!â He shouted.Â
âHang on,â you ran over to the sink in the kitchenette, âHereâs some water. Get that shit out of your eyes.â
âDonât,â he moved away from you like you were on fire, âDonât touch me. Might be contagious.â
Your chest was rising and falling with your labored breathing, and you were immediately worried. You reached for your phone and called Laswell.
âLaswell, Price got anthraxed by one of the intel letters. What do you want us to do?â
She gasped,Â
âWhat? Shit. Iâm on my way.â
She hung up on you. You watched Price slowly try to open his eyes. They were stained hot pink from the powder.Â
âYou alright?â You asked him.Â
âYeah, love,â he sighed, âDoesnât hurt anymore. Feeling strange though. Laswell said sheâs coming?â
You nodded,
âYeah, just in case.â
He nodded, running his hand along the inside of his collar. The captain was sweaty and a little pale.Â
âCaptain, are you okay?â
âMmm, no,â he shook his head, âSomethingâs not right, love.â
He stood and went to the sink, washing as much of the powder off as he could. You moved away from him and stationed yourself across the room, praying for Laswell to hurry.Â
Price was in a bad way. He took off his shirt, and he was still dripping with beads of sweat. You tried not to stare, but his temperature wasnât the only thing heating up. His huge cock was making a prominent tent in his pants, but he was in too much pain to bother hiding it. You felt yourself blushing, and you willed yourself to pull it together.Â
ââŠfuckinâ hell,â his hand went to his crotch to squeeze his length, trying to find some relief, âSorry, love.â
âItâs okay,â you said politely, trying to breathe normally, but feeling the slick rush melt between your legs.Â
âItâs makinâ meâŠfeelâŠbloody hell. I canât hold it off. CanâŠcan youâŠ? No! No, what the fuck am I sayinâ? No,â he shook his head, rubbing his hands down his face, hot and very bothered.Â
You inched closer to him,
âIf I havenât been affected yet, Iâm sure itâs okay. How should I help you?â
âNo! No, stay back. Iâm notâŠI canât think straight. My mindâs got one thing on it,â he shoved his hands beyond his zipper and began to jerk himself off, his dick making lurid noises with his hand.Â
You hated seeing him so helpless. You moved to his side,
âCap, itâs okay. Let me help you.â
His hand was around your throat in milliseconds. Price shoved you against the wall and began to kiss your mouth, furiously laving his tongue against yours.Â
âNo, no, no,â he whispered through his kisses, not bothering to pull away as he spoke his lamentations.Â
You made the mistake of putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He moaned, trembling beneath your touch,
âAhh, careful.â
âSorry,â you pulled your hands away, still trapped in his firm grip around your neck, âdid I hurt you?â
âNo, doesnât hurt.â
He said it in a way that darkly implied your touch was igniting a different kind of fire. You put your hands back where they were, and his eyes shot open, piercing through yours with a lustful rage. Unexpectedly, he ripped off your shirt and lay you down on the black leather couch in the corner of the office. He crushed you with his weight, kissing you deeply.Â
Then, your phone rang. He didnât allow you to pause, so it went to voicemail. It rang again. You were getting just as hot as he was, and you werenât that interested in who was looking for you in the middle of the night. Until, however, the door to the office burst wide open and Laswell and Gaz burst through it.Â
Price snarled. Youâd never heard a man make that noise before. Laswell put her hands on her hips while Gaz tried to shield his face in shock. Laswell rubbed her forehead, frustrated,
âAre his eyes pink, Corporal?â
You escaped his jaws for a moment,Â
âYeah, why?â
âItâs a sex drug. Forces the user to fornicate as it is only passed through the body in seminal fluid, dissolving in the heat of another personâs body. Are you volunteering here? What happened?â
Her tone was so matter of fact, it was a little humorous, if Priceâs length wasnât rutting against you in earnest, you might've laughed. You tried to explain as much as he would allow,
âGot too close⊠just⊠happened. HowâŠâ you moaned as Price pulled down the strap of your bra and helped himself to your nipple, âHow did you know?â
She sighed, typing something into her datapad,
âChecked the incident log from this afternoon. Four more cases of this have popped up in intel collections. Gonna have to screen for it next time.â
She turned to walk out of the office with Gaz, and you called after her,
âHey, wait! How long does it - oh, fuck⊠how long does it last?â
Laswell had the audacity to smirk at you, raising her eyebrows and cutting her eyes at Priceâs swollen cock, lolling out of his pants, scraping itself against you.Â
âEight hours. Looks like youâre in for a rough night, Corporal. Maybe next time youâll be more careful.â
Part 2
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true temptation â cl16
genre: sainz!reader, humor, nnn (mommy, i can explain), smut, fluff, whipped!charles, established relationship
word count: 2k
Your boyfriend makes a decision to participate in NNN, but immediately regrets it when he realizes just how difficult it is to stay away from you.Â
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...car sex, riding, fingering
req!... probably the longest drabble iâve done so far, but i hope you all enjoy!Â
âYouâre never going to last.â
The Monegasqueâ eyes challenge you as you stand there unimpressed, hands on your hips. It had all started with him barging in on you and calling an âemergency coupleâs meetingâ.
Pacing the room, he goes back and forth, mumbling slowly, as if creating a plan up in his head. As far as youâre concerned, he was never going to actually do it. The man was obsessed with you.Â
âHave a little faith in me,â he groans, hands brushing his hair back in despair.Â
His so called - âemergencyâ -Â was that he would be taking part in No Nut November. No kissing. No sex.Â
Or anything remotely related to it.
Walking up to him, you pat his chest. His hands find their way down to your waist, doe eyes staring back up at him.
âI will⊠But Iâm going to make your head spin.â
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He started off strong. He even felt a bounce in his step when he entered Ferrari Hospitality; he swore he felt like he was walking on sunshine.Â
âYouâre actually doing it?âÂ
Joris, too, had no hope for his friend. He had seen the way the green eyed boy would cling onto you as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. The way he talked about you, even when you werenât around.Â
âOui. Why? Do you not think itâs a good idea?â
His friend tilts his head to the side as he thinks about it for a minute. âNot sure. All I know is that your and Pierreâs bet on who can last longer is never going to end up good. You canât even go a single second without kissing her!â
âHe said he could last longer than me? I have to prove him wrongâŠ.â His mind slips over to the last part. âI can live without her kisses for a month. Itâll be fine.â
The Ferrari driver makes his way to his team, properly analyzing what faults his car had and how he can make the best out of it. Frustrated, Charles rubs his eyes.Â
âI will do the best I can, but I canât promise a podium. Not with a car like this.â
Taking notes, Xavi nods as he walks away. âHi, Xavi!â The sound of your voice instantly makes him ease up as he searches for you. His jaw goes slack.
âWhat are you wearing?â
Smiling wide with eyes crinkled, you rush over to him. âItâs only a dress.â
But it wasnât just a dress. He knows you did it on purpose, wearing the little black dress he had last fucked you in. Itâs the way it fans your thighs as the wind gently teases anyone passing by.Â
âYouâre supposed to be on my team. Are we really going to let Kika and Pierre win?â
Rolling your eyes, you tippy toe, naturally about to kiss him, but stop yourself before you do. He frowns.Â
âYou are sooo right!â You comedically screech as you slap your hands against your cheeks. âI do want us to win! Forget the kiss, my mistake.â
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head.Â
âYouâre a fucking nightmare.â
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Heâs a week in and heâs finally starting to lose his grip.
âYouâre sweating buckets, mate,â Daniel points out as he lets out a loud laugh, doing a muppet dive. Charles unbuttons his collared shirt.Â
âItâs the heat, itâs the heat.â
The Aussie furrows his eyebrows and he raises a hand up to feel the air. Light breeze. Shivering, you strut over to your boyfriend.Â
âCan we leave? Itâs getting too cold.â
And he hates the way that dress clings onto your body, your figure being completely shown off. Nothing but dirty thoughts have entered his mind from the moment he first saw you.Â
âSure.â
Kicking off your heels, you throw yourself onto the bed, face first. Shooo tirefff, you mumble against the sheets. He purposefully takes a seat across from you, knowing heâd be tempted to cross the line if he didnât.Â
Tossing over, you reach out for him. And heâs about to turn you down, but he notices the way your nose is painted pink - your cheeks, too - and soft, tired eyes meeting his. His heart melts at the sight. So, he reminds himself that a hug with his girlfriend is nothing bad.
Climbing onto his lap, you dig your face into his chest, short dress riding up. He physically has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan. Instead, he traces his fingers up and down your spine. You shudder.
âAre you sure we canât fuck, Charlie?â
Right there, is his breaking point. Heâs ready to kiss you, finger you, eat you out, fuck you, anything. But you giggle teasingly as you pull back, a wicked smile drawn.Â
âWhoops. Never mind.â
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Heâs known you wouldnât make this easy on him. Itâs almost as if youâve made it your mission to screw with his head - and while he would normally love it - in this case, it was killing him.
Dance with me, you would beg him and you sway in front of him. It was a rare moment of it just being you two, so naturally, you took advantage of it. You showered, did your skincare, watched a movie, but the moment you heard Sparks by Coldplay echoing from his phone, you immediately jumped up like a bunny.
Then, his heart would melt, and melt, and melt - and melt some more. It would only be a reminder of what a perfect match you both were. He would memorize your face once again; no makeup, eyebags due to long travels with him, a small cut on the bridge of your nose from earlier when Lando had accidentally hit you with his frisbee, pink lips he so desperately missed.Â
He would oblige, the way you knew he would. He found home within you as you would both sway, your feet on top of his as he would lead you both, you having to do nothing but close your eyes and feel his heartbeat. And it was so sweet to know that it was only yours.
I love you, he would remind you as if he didnât already tell you a million times before. As if it were a way to make up for all this. And you would say-
âI know.â
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âHow are you keeping up?âÂ
The Frenchman smiles proudly as he takes a sip of water. âIâm actually doing fine. You?â
Charles gulps, green eyes following to where you stand next to Kika.
âGood.â
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âItâs actually not that hard.âÂ
Kika and you had been touching up on your boyfriend's challenge. She would say it as if it were the easiest thing. You slump against your chair.
âThatâs not fair⊠Mine has the most beautiful face ever!â
âHey!â
You squeal as she aims a pillow at you. Iâm sorry! The Portuguese laughs too, sticking her tongue out. You sigh. âI do miss him, though.â
âYeahâŠâ
âHave we seriously just been talking about how horny we are?â
âDonât say it like that!â She bites her lip. âWe have.â
âWhy did they ever think this was going to be a good idea?â
Propping her arm against the table, she beams. âItâs not, but I heard from Pierre about how much Charles is struggling.â You groan.
âYeah, well thatâs nothing but his own fault.â
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Itâs now been 2 weeks and heâs already given up. His pleads were convincing.Â
Câmon, baby. Let me fuck you.
Itâs been too long. I miss the way you taste.
But you stood your ground.Â
âNo, no, no.â You shook your head, running away. Seeing Carlos, you hide behind him. âYou brought this onto yourself! Now youâre just going to have to deal with it.â
Confused, Carlos questions you both on what youâre talking about. Itâs just that your sister wonât let me-
âStop! Thatâs my brother!â
The Monegasque shrugs as Carlos turns to you. What is he talking about? Your face burns up as you brush him off. âNada, nada - heâs just being a jerk.â And so, he believes it and walks away, too tired to deal with any of it.
 You let out a squeal when Charles plunges towards you. He picks you up, carrying you to his motorhome.
âLet go!â
Dropping you onto his small bed, he stares down at you like a lion salivating over their prey. You suppress a whimper, clamming your legs shut. He raises a brow.
âYouâre telling me you donât want the same thing I do? I promise Iâll do it just the way you like it.â
Closing your eyes, you can picture it. You can feel him already, pressed up against you. You do want it, you do. Opening your eyes, you shake your head.Â
âJust two more weeks to go.â
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âWe lost.â Taken aback, you snort. What do you mean? Your friend blushes before dragging you to the corner. âI mean that last night Pierre and I went out for dinner and one thing led to another and-â
âOkay, okay, I caught on!â
Giggling, she shimmies her shoulders towards you. âWhat are you going to do?â You pout as you stare back blankly. She sighs. âIâm talking about you and Charles! I mean you both already won - you could do whateverrrr you want.â
Stuttering, you cough before saying, âYou made it loud and clear, thank you very much.â
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Shivering, you climb into the passenger's seat of his Pista as you thank him for opening and closing your door. As soon as he climbs in, he turns on the heater. The Monaco streets were lonely, everyone already in their homes, sheltering from the light rain that had picked up.
âYou want to pull over?â
You sound so sweet asking that he almost thinks heâs hallucinating or that any second now youâre going to surprise him with a, just kidding!
But he quickly could tell you werenât and he doesnât want to let the moment slip away. Not when heâs been waiting for so long. Screw it if he lost.
Pulling over on the side of an isolated street, he hauls you onto his lap. You thank the universe for skirts. Pushing your panties aside, his long fingers slide against your wet folds. You let out a wail.
âFuck, you donât know how Iâve missed hearing you.â He slides two fingers in. âFeeling you.â
Dazed, you find yourself grinding on his fingers. Every single time they would brush against your g-spot, you would kiss him harder. He slips them out, bringing them up to his lips.Â
And he moans in a way youâve never heard before. So fucking sweet. Blushing, you lean in to kiss him. You can still taste yourself.
âCharles, please - do something.â
Never during your entire relationship has he ever fucked you as hard as he did that day. His grip on your waist hurt, but it hurt so good. His cock would continuously brush against where you needed him the most, so much so, he left you seeing stars. Drooling all over him, you hold onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down rapidly.
âSo tight â So warm.â He chokes when you ground your hips deeper. âSo fucking good.â
Then, he finishes inside of you. His fingers slide down to your clit as he rubs it. You finish with a loud cry. Kissing you one last time, he slaps your ass. You scowl playfully.
âAdmit it - youâve missed it, too.â
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âJust a few more weeks and you would have won!â Pierre clicks his tongue before kicking his legs up against the table in front of him. Charles rolls his eyes.
âIâm never doing that again.â
Kika smacks the Frechmanâs thigh. âYou both lost, remember? Only, you did before him.â The Monegasque quickly springs up.
âYouâre saying we won?â
âYouâre acting as if this were the fucking Olympics, Cha.â You drag him by the arm to sit back down as he starts celebrating his âaccomplishment of the yearâ.
âWhat are we clapping about?â
Your brother strolls over to an open seat as he opens up a water bottle. Hurriedly, you screech, âNothing! Only that the season is almost over-â
âHeâs yapping about how he won No Nut November, except, he didnât. 2 weeks and fucking does not count.â
âYou did what?â
Jumping up, Charles trips over his feet as he tries backing away from the angry Spaniard. âI think I forgot my phone! Iâll be right back!â
Chasing after him, your brother yells out, âThatâs my baby sister, cabrĂłn!â
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â TAGS â cheating, older!oc, ocâs a mommy (her hubbyâs a hunk), obsessive!jk, blackmail, dead dove do not eat, non-con and dub-con (oc never says yes at all bc sheâs coerced even if she "gives in"), dark, smutty smut, tit play, mentions of breast milk, protected sex and then unprotected sex (dw reader is secure n safe!), harassment bc jk does not take no for an answer, threats that oc lowkey gets hot n bothered by, exhibitionism but my way (SPOILER: someone gets fucked next to a sleeping body), some plot, slight(?) dirty talk, jealous!jk, jk is not a good guy at all, ocâs morals r questionable 2, open-ending, SOMEONE DIES sooo, office sex, angry(?) sex, drugging, meanie!jk, degradation, breeding kinks r mentioned, misogyny and objectification, possessive!jk
â WORD COUNT â 15 k
I can live in your dreams, will you be my fantasy little baby?Â
âOh, itâs you.â You let a breath of relief from your lips, âDid you need something?â Thereâs a small pause and you end up averting your eyes.Â
The tension is heavy and it has your stomach twisting in knots out of anticipation. Your eyes flicker over to him and you make eye contact in an instant. You stare into his eyes nervously as an all too familiar sensation of feeling like prey washed over you.Â
âAlways so cold,â Jungkookâs steps are calculated and slow, his dark gaze stays on you the entire time, âbut for you though? Iâll take anything y/n.â He stops in front of your desk with a wicked little smile, âMy badâMrs l/n.â He corrects himself.Â
You bite your tongue as a twinge of annoyance passes over you, âJungkook..â A soft sigh of frustration leaves you, âOne of these days youâre going to get me in trouble if you keep calling me by my name, it makes people think..weâre close..â You murmur the last part to yourself while looking to the side, â âs not something I feel like explaining to the dean either.âÂ
Jungkook draws closer to you, he slides his hand along the surface of the desk as his fingertips lightly graze the wood. Your eyes drop down nervously, you take a step back but he follows. Youâre at the corner of the desk when he finally cages you in with one arm, âAnd why would you have to explain to the dean? Hm? What kinda stuff you got goinâ in your pretty little head?â He grins.Â
Heâs so close youâre practically inhaling his cologne, he smells undeniably good as you hold yourself back from breathing in more of his intoxicating scent. You jump when his fingers brush over yours, âRelax,â Jungkook laughs playfully, âyouâre always so tense.âÂ
âWas there something you needed?â You finally breathe out after realizing that Jungkook wasnât going to be paying attention to anything youâve said up until now. Telling him to stop would be like letting him off with a slap on the wrist and you figured it was better to see what he wanted so you could get this entire interaction over and done with. âI have a few meetings to attend so my time is short.âÂ
A few beats of silence pass and Jungkook doesnât say anything which makes it harder for you to figure out what he was feeling. âDo you now?â He hums, âBut no, nothing much, I just needed help with the rubric.âÂ
You quickly retracted your hand from his and stepped away from the desk, âWhat part did you need help with?â Youâre gnawing at your bottom lip, just itching for this entire interaction to be over.Â
Jungkook beckons you over, âHow am I gonna show you if youâre all the way over there?â He snorts, âCâmere, I wonât bite.â He breathily hums while he fishes out the papers from his bag.Â
You wobble over on uneasy legs with your arms folded numbly over your chest. Youâve long tuned out Jungkookâs voice, the only thing you were acutely aware of was where his hands touched as he talked to you. You peered from the corner of your eye to watch as he stroked up and down your arm slowly. Occasionally heâd give you a small faint squeeze to the arm while his thumb rubbed circles over your goosebumps.Â
ây/n?â Jungkookâs voice grounds you back to reality, youâre suddenly more aware of your surroundingsâmore aware of him. âYou with me?â He appears out of the blue in your face, you flinch at the close proximity and turn your head.Â
âYeah.â You softly breathe out, âI, uh think you should be fine. Youâve never failed the other assignments before, so this should be no different.â You tug your arm from his hold, âIs there anything else before I go?â Despite slipping on your coat, Jungkookâs piercing gaze manages to make you feel like youâre naked. âJungkook..?â You whisper.Â
Jungkook tilts his head to the side as his hooded gaze racks over your covered form, âMm,â he toys with his lip ring and bites his bottom lip, ânah, I think I got somethinâ. Iâll see you around, Mrs l/n,â he coos softly while licking his lips.Â
Youâre left standing alone with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company.Â
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I can be what you need, little baby. Just tell me what you need.Â
Youâre not sure when the obsession began, nor WHY it even existed. Had you possibly led him on? Did Jungkook get any mixed signals you might not have been aware you gave him? There were so many whyâs but very little answers.Â
Jungkook came from a very wealthy background (old money), his father was a famous business tycoon and Jungkook was set to inherit the family company in the future. Much like his father Jungkook lived up to the Jeon name. He was ambitious, intelligent, and cunning. If things werenât going his way it was known that Jungkook would make it happen one way or another.Â
What Jungkook wanted, he got. Thanks to daddyâs money of course. Despite this though Jungkook proved to be a highly intelligent individual. His exam scores over the years were proof. Even now Jungkookâs scores were at an all time high, he was the picture perfect example of a good student. The perfect role model if it werenât for his rather unorthodox behavior.Â
It began with little thank you notes attached to snacks, then small gifts like plushies and flowers. From the very beginning you had been wary of his gifts, you couldnât decipher whether he was sending them platonically or romantically, but you being the absolute saint decided to give him the benefit of doubt. That alone would be your demise.Â
What began as brief polite conversations slowly turned into lingering looks and wanton whispers of unspoken desires.Â
You as his teacher knew better and tried to set things straight with him but each time you sat him down heâd give you those devilish eyes of his and leave you a sputtering puddle. What even was the point if Jungkook always managed to turn you into a mess with his cocky attitude?
You found yourself worrying about your job more often. Jungkook simply didnât care about the ring you wore around your finger, itâs something heâd come to tell you many, many times. You partially blamed yourself for not being firmer with him, Jungkook was a brute who had no regards for your personal boundaries. It was evident in the way he cornered and handled you to his liking.Â
Which is why you werenât surprised with him anymore.Â
âCominâ to bed soon love?â You look up to see your husband propped up against the doorway with his arms folded over his bare chest. Youâre tempted to look further down when you notice heâs wearing those damned sweatpants, the ones that hung low on his hips.
âYeah, I have one more left and then Iâm all yours.â You sleepily smile while blowing him a gentle kiss, âAnd Jae? Did he fall asleep already?âÂ
Jicheol brushes his wet hair from his face with one hand, âOut like a light, mustâve been real tired from today.â He comments, âWhich reminds me of a certain someoneâs bedtime.â He gives you a look that immediately has butterflies fluttering, âIf youâre not in bed by eleven Iâm cominâ in here and carrying your ass out. Youâre warned.â He tosses you a little smirk over his shoulder before slipping away and shutting your office door.Â
Your face flares up like a shy schoolgirl as you chew on your pen to distract yourself from the not so nice thoughts invading your brain. You notice the papers youâre holding belongs to Jungkook, youâre surprised he ended up at the bottom of the stack. You scratched your head in wonder and curiosity since you wanted to see what Jungkook wrote. With a lazy hum you lean back in your desk chair and begin reading.Â
âI can be your baby in real life, sugar,â
âLook me in the eye tell me I'm the one,âÂ
âCan't you be my fantasy, little baby?âÂ
Your heart begins to race and you swear you can hear your heartbeat hammering in your ears. Shock fills your entire being the more you read and the heat never leaves your face. You donât know what to think or say, this by far was something you would have never guessed would happen to you. Not even in your wildest dreams, or nightmares.Â
The icing on top was the fact that he had written within the essay requirements and had met each and every one of your expectations so technically the essay was valid and you couldnât just toss it out. It was clear that he had thought it through, he went about his word play smartly and knew how to phrase his words just damn near perfect.Â
So here you were now going through a crisis because your very hot student just said he wanted to bang you in different positions all night long. You felt like if this kept up with him you were going to be taking a paid or unpaid leave, it didnât matter to you as long as you could take a break and get away from this all. Get away from him.Â
âBabe?â Jicheolâs voice brings you out of your moment of hysteria, âItâs past eleven-ten come to bed now, yeah?â He strolls into your office, âDamn, that bad?â He says while eyeing the papers sitting in your hands. He goes to reach for them when you finally snap out of it and yank the papers back. âUhh..okay, didnât know it was THAT bad of an essay, now quit playing and come to bed.â He groans tiredly.Â
You place a hand over your racing heart and sigh, âI donât wanna talk about it.â You toss the essay onto the desk and lead your husband out by the arm, âLetâs just call it a night.â You mumble while hiding your face in his arm. Jicheol doesnât mention anything else.Â
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âHe went too far.â You whisper under your breath while turning away from the innocent papers sitting on your deskâinnocent but oh so ominous.
Since reading it youâve been on edge. You tried to avoid the topic of essays during a lecture but a sweet girl had asked and you were forced to talk about them. Jungkook had a (knowing) smirk the entire time as you informed the class that you indeed had finished reading and grading them. You hadnât meant to but your eyes slowly gravitated towards him, your gazes met until you were the one who turned away with a flushed expression.Â
A gentle but firm knock brings you out of your inner turmoil, âWho is it?â You softly call back while turning to the door with a hand over your chest.Â
âMe,â Jungkook replies while already slipping into the room like he has many, many other times. Â
Your heart skips a beat and your stomach does a flip, this was harder than you initially thought it would be. Youâre not so sure this is even a good idea but you inhale deeply and close your eyes, â..Iâm going to keep this very brief with you,â you step behind your desk while reaching for the essay lying on your desk, âthe essayâwhy?âÂ
Jungkook grins softly, âWhat?â He shrugs innocently, âDidnât like it? Was I a little too âvulgarâ? Not somethinâ youâre used to people telling you?â His gaze alone is enough to make you feel like heâs undressing you with his eyes, unpleasant little shivers creep up your spine and you try not to let it show how nervous heâs making you.Â
âDonâtââ You raise your hand with gritted teeth, â..There are lines that shouldnât be crossed, and youâre crossing every one of them. I warned you time and time again about your..âactionsâ but youâre not taking me seriously.â You give him a pointed look trying your best to come off as stern.Â
Jungkook lazily grins, âOh but I am taking you seriously Mrs l/n,â the way your name rolls off his tongue shouldnât make your stomach swoop the way it does, he takes a step closer and you backwards, â âs why youâre my favorite teacher y/n.âÂ
Your patience finally snaps, âLet me make myself clear: these little games of yours? Stops today. Iâm not entertaining you nor the stupid childâs play you have going on. If this keeps going Iâll report this to the dean and have you removed from class.âÂ
You try your best to stand tall and keep your gaze unwavering but Jungkookâs a challenge though. He stares back defiantly with his dark onyx eyesâtheyâre empty and void of any emotion (his tongue poking the inside of his cheek says it all though). âReally now?â He hums, âLet me know how that goes for you,â he chuckles under his breath while reaching over with a tattooed hand to play with the family picture lying on your desk, âCute you even came up with that silly little idea.âÂ
âExcuse me?â You watch closely as he handles your picture frame so carelessly in his hands.
âGo on,â he nods his head as his lips curl in amusement, ârun to the dean and tell âem allllll about how inappropriate I am. You have my essay as proof,â he licks his lips, âI wonder if theyâll think the same thing as me,â his voice drops to a husky whisper, âpretty face..soft lips..â His gaze drops down before heâs meeting your eyes again, âPretty everythinâ.âÂ
You clear your throat, âLeave,â you point to the door, âI canât have you in my class any longer. So leave, Iâll have this situation sorted with the dean by tonight so expect to receive a letter or email.â You hold your hand out for the picture frame, âJungkook.âÂ
Jungkook tosses the frame up in the air a few times, each time making your heart skip a beat as you wait with a bated breath. âOkay.â He grins and places the frame in your hold, âThereâs a tiny little problem though,â he mumbles and suddenly grips your hands tightly and squeezes.Â
You gasp in surprise as he tugs you closer until youâre both leaning face to face. Heâs so close you can smell his spicy scented cologne, the forced proximity begins to make you panic with fear. The only thing separating you two is the desk and nothing elseâeven then you have no doubt heâd just pull you over the surface if he wanted to.Â
Your eyes flicker over his face a few times and you nervously lick your lips, âLet me go,â youâre not sure why youâre whispering when you could be yelling and screaming bloody murder right now.Â
But you donât.Â
âJungkookââÂ
âYou know,â he starts softly, âmy dad always said if I wanted something then to take it. No oneâs going to give you anything simply because you say please and thank you. Youâre either at the top of the food chain orâŠthe bottom. â You make a wounded noise and turn your cheek to him as his hot breath fans over the side of your face, âand right now âm gonna take.â He mumbles, âAnd if I have to take a little walk down to the deanâs office and tell them that my beloved professor is making moves on meâI will.âÂ
Your eyes widen and his grip slowly loosens when you start going lax in his hold, âYou wouldnât want me to tell everyone their favorite teacher likes fucking her students? Maybe we can make it a little spicy and tell them how weâve been having a three month affair? Hm?âÂ
âY-Youâre insane.â You yank yourself back from his hold in a rather harsh fashion. You cradle your sore wrists to your chest and stare back at him with glossy eyes, âNone of that is true and you know it.âÂ
He barks out a laugh, âOh baby,â he wipes an imaginary tear from his eye, âwho said anything about truth? Itâs a wonder what money can buy these days.â He hums, â âs a reaaaalll shame my dad funds a few organizations here too donât you think? Maybe my dad should have a loong phone call with the dean tonight, theyâre pretty good friends after all. Iâm sure theyâd like to catch up.âÂ
You feel like your world is crashing down, heâs cornered you and now youâve got no escape. Youâre filled with hopelessness and despair, Jungkookâs got you right where he wants you. âCâmon donât make that face,â you donât notice when he comes to stand in front of you, âno one has to know..â He coos quietly while backing you up into the desk.
âJungkookââ Your hand comes up to push his arm away when he sets it right next to you on the desk, he cages you in with his breath fanning over the side of your face because you refuse to look him in the eyes. His hand is so close to your thighs too it nearly has your heart jumping out of your throat. âJungkook, please.â You whimper while turning your face as the two of you look into each other's eyes.Â
His lips part but a knock brings the two of you out of your trances. He looks at the door in annoyance and clicks his tongue, âFuckinâ hell.â He mutters more to himself while refusing to move from his spot. âMrs Gong?â You hear one of your students say, âI was um, wondering if you had a few minutes to talk about the essay.â She says softly.Â
âGo on,â Jungkook whispers in your ear, âanswer her.â He teasingly nips at you.Â
You tremble under him and push at his chest repeatedly, âY-Yes..! Give me a moment Iâm finishing up with another student right now dear,â you yelp when Jungkook strokes over your inner thigh, slapping a hand over your lips for a few seconds, â... J-Just sit out there, Iâll come in a bit.âÂ
Jungkook chuckles quietly, and ignores the fierce glare you throw his way. âLet me go, Jungkook.â You attempt to slip away from the desk but Jungkook brings you back in with a hand curled around your waist, âJungkookââ He silences your desperate pleas with a soft little âshhâ as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You canât do anything but helplessly stare back at him, angry at yourself for being so weak and caving in.Â
âHereâs whatâs gonna happen baby, so listen carefully,â he softly whispers, âIâm going to leave you my phone number and youâre gonna answer me later on tonightâah-ah, none of that now,â he says when he sees a protest bubbling up, âyouâre gonna be a good girl and reply okay? I donât give a fuck if your husband is there or not, if you donât answer me baby Iâm gonna be forced to do somethinâ ugly and we donât want that now do we? No, thatâs right.â He talks to you like heâs speaking to a child or something. âGot it all down?âÂ
You nod timidly and hold your tongue, âGood girl.â He smiles and lets you go, âRemember baby: answer.â He waves his phone in the air teasingly while stepping away.Â
You watch him walk to the door, he stops briefly and your heart skips a beat wondering what he could want now. âAnd for the recordâI meant every little word just now.â He smirks darkly before pushing the door open and stepping out. Youâre left standing there in the middle of the room trying to calm your racing heart. Â
âMrs Gong?â The girl timidly calls out.Â
Your eyes snap over to the picture frame sitting in your hands and you take a deep long breath, âCome in.â You just dug yourself a hole you canât even get back out from.Â
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You looked out of your class window to see that the sky was beginning to set and it was a lovely shade of red-orange hues mixed with purple. You quickly glanced down at your watch and figured now would be a better time to leave. You shrugged your coat on and carried your things out the door. The janitor greeted you on your way out as you made your way down the dimly lit hallway.Â
The campus was pretty lonely and empty save for a few people here and there. Your heels clicked against the pavement as you made your way down to the teachers parking lot. From a distance you heard another pair of footsteps but you paid no mind thinking it was probably another teacher or the security guard. Sometimes things were too good to be true.Â
âWas beginning to wonder where my favorite teacher wandered off to.â Jungkook calls out from behind. He stands there with his hands in his pockets and a hand combing through his slightly messy hair. âThought she mightâve run off for a second, we canât have that happening now can we?â He hums.Â
You let out a chilly breath and shake your head, âBeen busy with work and life stuff..â Your eyes are lowered to the ground, you refuse to meet his eyes because you already know whatâs staring back. âDid you need something?â You tilt your head.Â
Jungkook toys with his lip ring and nods, âIâm guessing thatâs why you requested days off for next week then hm? Husband takinâ you on a little trip, is that it?â He looks mildly bothered but the underlying possessiveness in his tone makes it easy to ignore. âTell me baby,â he steps closer while caging you in between him and the car, âyou trying to get away?âÂ
You look up at him through your lashes and shake your head, âJungkook, weâre outside.â You squirm around uncomfortably, âSomeoneâs gonna see us..!â
âCâmere,â he curls his hands around your waist and tugs you into him, âwe got some business of our own.â You nearly stumble when he begins walking you two away from your car, your eyes dart around the parking lot in panic as you attempt to budge yourself away from Jungkook.Â
âWhere are you taking me? Stop..! You realize how crazy this looks,â you turn your head in time to see a sleek black car come into view, no doubt it belonged to Jungkook though. âWhy am I here Jungkook?â You pushed at his chest until he finally stumbled back a little.Â
Jungkook gives you a playful smile, âOut, gonna give you a nice little send-off before you run off from me next week baby.â He reaches around you to unlock his car, âGet in, âs fuckin freezing out here.â When you came out the sky was still colorful, now itâs completely dark and the only thing around was the orange lighting from the several lamps in the parking lot.Â
âJungkook Iâm not getting in the car with you,â you hopelessly look at him while pursing your lips in an attempt to suppress the oncoming whine, âI have things of my own to do, my husband is waiting for me.â You secretly relish in the way his eyes narrow when you mention âhusbandâ, âCanât all this wait for another day?âÂ
He props himself against the car, his gaze drops down to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. âI donât think youâre in any position to make demands baby,â he leans down to whisper low in your ear, âwe do this the easy way or something really bad can happen.â His lips slide along your cheek gently, placing a small trail of kisses to the corner of your mouth.Â
You meet his eyes as a thick wave of tension falls over you both. He takes your silence as an answer and pecks your lips, âGet on then,â he murmurs. His car lights up in a fuschia pink color when he starts it, you feel small curled up in his leather seat.Â
This is it. Youâre really doing it.Â
Your heart races even faster when you see Jungkook reach over to shift the gears, âWait, Jungkookââ You slip your hand over his marveling in the size difference, âMy car, I canât leave it here.â
Jungkook lets the steering wheel go and for a minute you think heâs giving in, but ignorance is bliss. He tugs you in by a hand to the cheek, slotting his lips over yours as he uses his hold to keep you still. You sit there unresponsive in complete shock, Jungkook doesnât seem to mind as he occasionally tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. He moves his lips languidly until wet little smacks begin to fill the quiet car.Â
You reach over to push him off but he quickly snatches your wrist up in his hold, you barely even fight back as you end up falling into his touch even more. You make soft noises as tiny little moans spill into Jungkookâs hot mouth, your lips are glossed over and slicked up with spit from his kisses.Â
Jungkook pulls away and pants hotly into your mouth, âYou make it hard to control myself.â He quietly murmurs while pressing chaste kisses on you, âYou have no idea,â he whispers, âthose pretty little eyes and sweet lips drive me mad sweetheart. Fuck,â he clicks his tongue in annoyance.Â
Jungkook quickly shifts the car and begins pulling out of the parking lot. You end up hopelessly looking back at your car as it gets smaller and smaller the further he gets. To add more salt to the wound your phone buzzes loudly in your purse, you pause and Jungkook does too. âAnswer it.â He says whilst slipping his hand over your knee, âCâmon baby, donât keep him waiting.âÂ
Your eyes sting with unshed tears as your worst fears come true, Jicheolâs texting you asking if everythingâs alright and if youâre coming home now. Your eyes slide over the words over and over again, you canât bring yourself to reply to him it was too much. Eventually though (because of Jungkookâs piercing gaze) you manage to reply that youâre heading out for drinks with some colleagues.Â
Jicheol replies with a âhave fun, love u lotsâ and something inside of you twists bitterly. âTell him not to worry,â Jungkook turns to face you at a stop light, âme and you? Weâre gonna have a nice loong conversation all night.âÂ
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âRelax pretty,â Jungkook mumbles behind you, âjust sit back and let me do all the work.â His big hands settle over your hips using his grip to guide you towards the large bed sitting in the middle of the room.Â
Originally (or so youâve been told), Jungkook was planning on having a dinner date first before taking you back somewhere for some fun. But here you were, standing in the middle of a hotel room feeling like a cheap whore. Funnily enough Jungkook had picked out a couples suite too judging by the rose petals, candles and bottle of wine.Â
You came to a stop in front of the bed, your hands were gripping the sash tying your coat together in an effort to stop Jungkook. Like everything else though, he took again and again.
His hands pried yours off and slipped the coat right off your shoulders, it pooled around your feet and you were left standing in your white blouse and black pencil skirt. You could feel his hot breath fanning over the side of your neck, sending pleasant little shivers down your spine.Â
âLook at you,â he whistles low as his hands cup both of your tits through the blouse, âlike a wet dream come true, youâd make any man fall to their knees baby.â He purrs while massaging both soft mounds, the stimulation has your tits aching and nipples hardening through the cups of your bra.Â
A weak whimper slips past your lips, you reach up to grip his wrist tightly rather than attempt to pry him off. You stumble over your coat just trying to get away from him, âJungkookâno,â you turn in time to see him advancing towards you like a predator.Â
He licks his lips slowly as he reaches out to gently shove you onto the bed, âNo what baby? Iâll treat you realll good, show you how youâre meant to be fucked stupid. Iâd have you hanginâ from my cock in a heartbeat, âs all youâre good for baby: takinâ cock and beinâ filled with cum.â Jungkook climbs over and pins you on the bed, âDonât need to use your pretty little head when youâre with me baby,âÂ
You cry out in surprise when he rips your blouse open and leaves a flurry of hot open mouthed kisses over your chest and peeking tits. âFuckinâ hell,â he snarls and yanks the bra down, your tits come spilling out from the cups. He takes a hard nipple into his mouth and suckles gently, mimicking that of a hungry babe.Â
âOh,â your eyes squeeze shut as hot pleasure shoots all the way down between your legs where you need it the most. His tongue rolls and swipes over your nipple repeatedly, he hums low and sneaks his other hand up to cup your tit. You moan louder as Jungkook fondles the soft flesh in his hand and your nipple ends up rubbing against his palm.Â
âYou like that?â He rasps out and pulls away to give your other nipple the same treatment, âGot such slutty little tits for me, bet I can make âem leak for me.â A cheshire grin paints his lips as he deviously licks over your wet nipple, âWeâll just have to wait ân see, donât we little mama?â
It feels like youâre in heaven right now just by having your tits played with. It wasnât like Jicheol and you didnât have an active sex lifeânor was it boring by any meansâbut one thing that never quite went away was the sensitivity in your tits. Another thing you had discovered was that you still had some milk in there, if you played with them for long enough your tits leaked like crazy (Jicheol knew this firsthand).Â
Your eyes flutter shut as more moans force themselves out of you, âFuckâwait,â you whisper out while pushing his head away, âhurts a littleâŠâ You mumble while shivering from the cold air hitting your wet nipples.Â
âGonna taste that pussy of yours baby,â Jungkook reaches for the zipper to your skirt, âwonder if itâs as pretty as you.â He licks his lips hungrily, âShow me,â he pats your thighs and tugs the skirt down your legs.Â
Jungkook moans when he sees the lace garter attached to your sheer black stockings, âGod, look at you. You were made for me werenât you baby?â He strokes over your legs and then pries them apart, settling nicely between your open legs.Â
Jungkook tugs you close until your hips are pressed tight against his own, you can feel the print of his hard cock through his joggers. It feels hot and heavy, youâre already picturing how big his cockâs gotta be and the mere thought is enough to make your mouth water. As ashamed as you are to admit it, but youâre eager for him to fuck you. You want him to make good of his promises to fuck you all night in different positions until you canât cum anymore.Â
A wave of regret washes over, âWait,â you sit up and cover your chest with one arm mentally preparing yourself. If you were going to cheat, then you were going to make sure you didnât remember any of it, âpass me a glass of wine.â Your lips are pursed in a soft pout, gaze half-lidded and dreamy-like (a charm you used on Jicheol to get your way at times).Â
âThere you go sweetheart,â he reaches over for the entire bottle and pops it open, âlet yourself go for me.â He purrs and brings the wine directly to your lips.Â
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You become hyper aware of everything aroundâthe rain that hits outside the fogged-up windows, the faint crackling noise from the candles, and the shuffling noises from the bed. How much time has passed since you both got here?
âOh fuck..â You hear Jungkook breathily mutter under his breath, he continues to fuck his cock in and out of your soaked and sopping pussy without abandon. The lube ends up dripping from your folds and slides down the crevices of your cum splattered cheeks.
Youâve lost track of how many times youâve cum, your clitâs numb and rubbed raw by now. An array of used condoms litter the trashcan nearby and by the looks of it the box might be empty after this round. Surely heâll stop thereâŠright?Â
âHear that?â He grunts with effort as he smacks his hips into yours, âSloppy pussy drippinâ all over me, âs like you were made for me, made to take cock ân be my lilâ cock sleeve.â He purrs low and lowers himself until heâs hovering over you. His strong hand comes up to grip your thigh, he wraps it around his waist and holds you close while he fucks into your greedy pussy over and over again.Â
Your face heats in embarrassment as the squelching and slapping noises get louder, you manage to bite your bottom lip and suppress the cries and whines that threaten to slip out. Everything about this is so good, from the way he fucks down to his heavenly cock that Jungkook sure as hell knew how to use, but you rather die than admit your enjoyment openly.Â
âShit.â Jungkook looks like a wet dream come true as his head hangs low in pleasure and his necklace swings back and forth from the force of his thrusts.Â
Youâre scrambling to find a grip on him, your hands curl around his shoulders and hold on for dear life. Your once quiet sighs become louder mewls and moans, little breathy âuhsâ leaving your lips. The louder you get the harder he goes, heâs driving his cock deep inside with such force you wonder if youâll be able to walk after this.Â
With each punishing slap he lands thereâs a sweet little sting that follows afterwards. A particular thrust startles you bad when he brushes up against your g-spot. You find yourself leaning into him, thighs widening around his waist as you angle your hips in a way you know his cock will hit the spot.Â
âMmâwait, âs good there,â you breathe out, âfuck..right thereâŠâ Your words are slurred and come out borderline pornographic reminding you of a porno or something.Â
Jungkook doesnât reply anything other than a grunt, he reaches down to hook your thighs over his shoulders. Heâs pressed so close his chest is rubbing up against your sore tits each time he lands another thrust. Youâre finally letting your moans slip as the volume begins steadily increasing inside the room. The noises you both make rival those of the creaking and skin slapping.Â
âMy name baby,â Jungkook whispers over your lips, âlet âem know whoâs fuckinâ this pussy.â The crazed look he has in his eye paired with his wild thrusting has your orgasm slowly ebbing away at you again.Â
You donât like how close he is, how exposed youâre feeling from the forced face to face proximity he has you in. The hunger in his eyes has your cunt clenching around him like youâre afraid heâs gonna stop fucking you. Jungkook lets out a low moan and reaches up with one hand to squeeze your chin tightly, âCâmon, donât go all stupid on me,â he licks his lips.Â
âJungkook,â you softly moan as your lips part in a tiny âoâ from the grip he has on your chin/cheeks, âmmphââm coming..!â You grit your teeth and arch your back just a tiny bit given that Jungkookâs got you in a mating press.Â
Jungkook lets your face go and does the unexpected, he lands a hard slap on your ass before heâs rubbing the sore skin gently, âLouder.â He lands another smack, this one hurting more than the one before.
âJ-Jungkook..!â You cry out with watery eyes.Â
âAgain.â Smack.
You manage to whimper out a half-garbled cry of his name, your pussy rhythmically throbs around his cock in a milking motion. Thereâs a nasty sound each time he bottoms out balls deep inside, your thighs shake and tremble from their spot on his shoulders. Youâre left with a dazed cloudy feeling afterwardsânipples sore and your pussy wet as hell.Â
âMmm,â you bite your lip and turn your face away in dizziness, âs..leepy..âÂ
Jungkook doesnât stop fucking you even if you sleepily beg him to stop. He pumps away at your spent cunt until heâs coming with a low groan of your name and a throbbing cock. You let out a sleepy sigh as your eyes begin slipping shut, you feel Jungkook gently tap your chin to get you awake again, âOpen up for me baby, weâre not done here.â He hums low.Â
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You woke up early in the morning after barely managing to catch any sleep. Jungkook had his face tucked in the crook of your neck and his arms tightly wrapped around your body. Your back was pressed against his chest where his necklace tickled the back of your neck. His hands were folded over your middle, grip tight and snug. You were beginning to wonder how the hell you were getting out.Â
âFuck my head hurts,â you whisper out while lifting your head to survey your surroundings.Â
Clothes, shoes, bagsâthey were tossed everywhere. The sheets were sliding off the bed and the comforter was completely off hanging to the side. You spotted the empty glass of wine and two cups sitting together on the nightstand next to the candles, bitterly reminding you of the night before.Â
âI need to get out of here.â You whisper while tightly wrapping the white sheets around your body.Â
You donât know how but you somehow manage to untangle yourself from Jungkookâs arms and slip off the bed. Jungkookâs still sleeping so you use this as a chance to dress and leave quickly. Youâre not too sure if youâll be leaving anytime soon if Jungkook wakes up.Â
âShit.â You frown when you see all the messages Jicheol sent you (there were a ton of missed calls too).Â
jicheoooll<3 : babe r u ok?Â
9:23
donât get too wasted, call if you need me to come
9:35
having fun??Â
10:00
you staying with friends tonight babe? pretty late alr
10:57
gn, call me in the morning beautifulÂ
Once you manage to get dressed and call a taxi, you put all your attention to replying with a made-up story in your head. The guilt is eating you alive but you can worry about feeling like a shitty person later, right now you need to get away.
The cold air hits you in your face when you step out of the warm building, people are going about their days and cars are moving steadily through traffic. You hear a beep and you see your taxi parked on the side of the road. For now you can forget and youâll worry about Jungkook later, you think to yourself while slipping into the warm car.Â
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Your heart begins pounding at the sight of Jicheolâs car which is still parked out in front when you come home. You check the time on your watch and numbly realize he mustâve called in, the guilt feels ten times worse. With a heavy sigh you park the car in the driveway and slip out with your things and coat in hand. You were going to have to face him and your son one way or another, no use in crying over it now.Â
âWhatâs done is done.â You find yourself thinking out loud while heading up the steps. Your key is halfway in when the door suddenly opens and the warm air from inside hits you in the face. Youâre momentarily stunned as you stand there with your hand still hovering in the air, âJicheol.âÂ
Your husband lets out a breath of relief as his big hands come up to cup your face inspecting for any injuries etc, âYouâre okay,â he says in obvious relief, âdid you have fun last night?âÂ
âYeah..â You whisper back, âThink âm gonna shower though, I stink.â You complain softly while heading inside rather quickly in an attempt to avoid Jicheol because you donât know whether you want to cry or scream at your own guilt, âHowâs Jae?â You were hoping to slip away to the bathroom before Jicheol could catch up but heâs hot on your tail after shutting the front door.Â
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you bitterly think while turning the hot water on.Â
âHeâs fine, your mom came and picked him up last night. Heâs gonna stay over for the weekend.â Jicheol slips his hands around your waist and gently guides you into the spacious bathroom, âWanted to be here when you came,â he mumbles in your ear while kissing over your neck and shoulder, âmissed you last night.â His hands slowly unbuttoned your messy blouse, âCouldnât stop thinkinâ bout your fine ass, shouldâve never let you walk out the house like that.â He huskily says.Â
Normally youâd shudder in anticipation and delight but right now the guilt is eating away at you. Your eyes slip shut in an attempt to focus and steer your mind away from what happened last night but god Jicheolâs making it hard. No matter how much you try to think about something else, your traitorous mind finds a way to flash images of Jungkook ripping your top open and sucking your nipples till they were sore and leaky.Â
âGot such slutty little tits for me, bet I can make âem leak for me.â
A breathy little âyesâ falls from your lips when the pair of hands massaging your tits slip under the cups and knead your sore mounds of flesh. Jicheol rolls your nipples between his fingers knowingly, tugging just the way he knows you like. âSo fuckinâ needy.â Jicheol chuckles darkly. You lose yourself in the feeling as moans and sighs fall, the heat from the water running isnât helping much either.Â
Your eyes slip open and a noise of confusion leaves you when Jicheol stops to tilt your chin towards him. Everything shifts back into place and youâre suddenly aware of everything around youâthe running water, the steam, Jicheolâyou try to ignore the disappointed feeling you get in your chest (you're scandalized that youâre feeling disappointed to begin with).Â
âYou okay baby?â Jicheol looks worried, âWant me to stop?âÂ
âNo,â you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug him closer to you. Jicheol stares at you through half-lidded eyes, licking his lips hungrily when you bring his face down. Your lips hover over his, âI missed you too.â You whisper quietly before closing the distance between you two.Â
Jicheol releases a muffled groan and slips his hand down to grip your hips tightly, you sigh blissfully when you press up against his front. You can feel the outline of his cock pressing against your lower stomach, sitting there throbbing from its confinements. He mutters a husky âfuckâ and lifts you up onto the countertop with your back pressing against the foggy mirror.Â
Jicheol always makes you forget.Â
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You ended up pulling Jungkook aside after a lecture sometime later on during the week. You spend the entirety of your mini-vacation at home sulking in discomfort anytime you think about what happened with Jungkook, and Jicheol wasnât making it any easier with his sweet self. It was driving you insane and you felt like you needed to talk about it to feel a little better about your shitty actions.Â
Jungkook already has a sly little grin on his face when he slips into your office, âWhy the pouty little face? Youâre the one who called me here,â he folds his arms over his chest as he stands in front of you with amusement written all over his features.Â
You meet his eyes hesitantly and take a few seconds to gather your thoughts, âNow that you got what you wanted, can we both mutually agree this little thing of yours is over?â Whatâs scarier than Jungkookâs anger is his silence. It was like trouble was brewing in your face and you didnât know how to stop or control it. âDonât look at me like that Jungkook, you knew what was coming. Iâm married for fucks sake,â you whisper to him, eyes darting back and forth between him and the door.
âOur thing.â Jungkook loudly corrects making you turn your head in alarm, âlast I remember it takes two to tango baby, ân you sure as hell didnât seem done when I fucked you all night long. Or did you forget?â He tilts his head to follow your gaze when you begin avoiding his eyes, âHm? Câmon sweetheart, tell me how much you enjoyed itâhow your little pussy was so good to me and soaked my cock?â He cages you in and yanks your chin up to face him, âCâmon, say it.â
You let out a terrified whimper and try to push him away but Jungkook pins you up against him, âJungkookâlet go,â you turn your face away trying to look away, âget off..!âÂ
âOh but you loved it baby,â he coos out while watching you fight against him like a child throwing a tantrum, â âs why you gave it up to me so easily,â he pouts mockingly, ârode ân fucked me like the little fiend you are sweetheart.â He rasps hotly in your ear, âGripped my cock nice ân tight with that soaked cunââÂ
You moaned wantonly as he wrapped his lips around a sensitive spot on your neck, through your panic though you began pushing at his shoulders to stop him from leaving a mark, âJ-Jungkook, no,â you bite down on your lip with a muffled moan, âfuckâjust listen to me dammit!â You grip his face in both hands, âThere are rules and boundaries Jungkook, you canât just fucking waltz in here doing shit because you feel like it alright?! My job, my reputation, my LIFE is on the line and youâre more concerned with getting your dick wet? Do you just not care that my life can potentiallyânoâbe ruined, all because youâre a rich brat who wanted pussy?âÂ
Jungkook recovers from the initial shock when you snapped at him, he cups your face and slams his lips against yours. You pant hotly into his mouth while he spins you both around and guides you onto the desk, papers and pens go flying as Jungkook comes to stand between your parted legs. Youâre forced to let him in as he moves his slicked up lips desperately, he kisses with such ferocity it knocks the breath out of you.Â
âMmphâJungkook,â you whisper between harsh breaths and kisses, âstop.â You gasp out as he buries his face in your neck and leaves more filthy opened mouthed kisses.Â
He pulls away with a soft pant, âYou donât want me to, trust me,â he tilts your chin again so youâre facing him, âIâll make your life a living hell in point two seconds baby, donât test me. Unless you want everyone to see how much of a cock slut in bed you are, is that it baby? You want them to see how pretty you look when youâre hanging off this cock? Because I can make it happen.â He darkly whispers.Â
A sick part of you shivers at the threat when he talks to you in that low tone he uses when heâs angry. Your pussy has a second little heartbeat down there because of him, you canât even say youâre ashamed anymore. You silently stare because you refuse to give him the satisfaction of replying. Jungkook doesnât need to hear it though because heâs already leaning in to kiss you more gently than before.Â
âDonât need to think,â Jungkook mumbles, âjust sit ân look pretty for me sweetheart, âs all you need to do.â He trails off as his hands slip up your skirt, hooking his fingers around your panties and tugging. They come sliding down to your ankles while Jungkook works his belt open, âGonna give you what you need,â he trails off.Â
Your lust filled eyes meet him in a fierce stare down, not once do you look away as he spreads you open and makes himself comfortable between your legs. You hate how easy it is to submit and fall under his control. You were supposed to be the one with authority here, not him. Funny how he turned you putty in his hands each time.Â
Jungkook fists his cock with slick noises, heâs pushing through your slicked up folds and you feel the head poke at your unclenched leaking hole. Thereâs a filthy little voice in the back of your head that hisses in excitement chanting a series of âyesâ and âinâ over and over again. Your cuntâs hungry and desperate to be stretched out by his fat cock. Â
â.. Just shut up and fuck me.â You find yourself whispering while wrapping your legs around his hips and bringing him closer.
Jungkook forgoes the condom entirely, he taps his cock over your pussy a few times before heâs pushing in with a low hiss. He fills you up inch by inch, everything feels so much better with him going in bare. Your mouth waters at every little bump and curve you feel, your pussy opens right up and molds to fit around him.
Your lips fall open in a silent moan as Jungkook bottoms out in your tight little sopping hole, your rim stretches and hugs his cock nice and snug. Itâs a tight fit but youâre in utter bliss right now, and even if you wanted to complain at the small sting you feel when he shifts but you donât bother to. Jungkookâs not going to listen anyways, he never has.Â
âThere you go,â Jungkook bites on his bottom lip, he keeps you steady with his hands curled around your waist, âopen right up for me baby.â He breathes out.Â
His hips slowly roll forwards, he idly grinds and bumps his hips against yours. You feel some pressure here and there, like your poor pussyâs going to burst but each time he moves you feel him hit a sensitive spot. Your hips jump when the tip nudges into your cervix, just poking like heâs testing the waters or something.Â
âJungkookââ you huff, âslow down, hurts.â You try shifting around to see if youâre able to steer his cock away from your cervix.Â
Jungkook lays a soft apologetic kiss over your shoulder before heâs hoisting you closer, he has your hips tilted at an angle where heâs striking dead on into your oversensitive walls. You moan in relief, biting down on your lip to keep your noises in. You nearly forget that youâre both still on campus, fucking on your desk like itâs some cliche porno.Â
âFuck you feel so good,â Jungkook whispers into your ear, he hooks his chin over your shoulder and fucks into you. His hips roll into yours over and over again, slipping in and out of your drenched pussy with ease. You can faintly hear the wet noises start up wondering if your desk will be salvageable by the end of this.Â
You find yourself holding on to him tightly with your arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Your moans threaten to spill out each time he fucks himself in, the tip keeps grazing over a sweet spot repeatedly sending pleasant little shivers down your spine each time. Jungkook doesnât stick to that languid pace for much, he ends up bucking his hips eagerly and shoving his cock deeper.Â
âOh fuck,â he rasps out while hugging your body tighter, âcâmon, make some noise for me baby. Let âem know whoâs fucking this greedy cunt.â He grits his teeth and slaps his hips into yours with a loud squelching âplapâ.
âFuckinâ filthy,â as if on cue your pussy makes another embarassingly loud squelching noise. Youâre so fucking wet itâs slipping down between your asscheeks and pooling under you. âAnd these tits,â he groans and slaps one through your blouse, âsuch pretty fuckinâ tits on you, wonder how they look all swollen and filled. Maybe Iâll breed this cunt till you catch, itâll make a nice little surprise for your husband.â He grins wildly.Â
You whine loudâitâs unintentional (youâd like to think)âthe very thought of possibly ending up pregnant sends a sick thrill down your spine. You find letting cries and whimpers slip from your lips, theyâre louder and clearer than before. Jungkook smirks knowingly and you know what heâs about to say, but he simply lays you back on the desk and lifts your legs over his shoulders. The angle changes again and your mouth falls open.Â
âThere..!â You throw your head back and groan.Â
His cock repeatedly punches into your g-spot, you scramble to get a hold of something to keep you grounded. You feel like youâre going crazy with him hammering away at your sore cunt and your impending orgasm bubbling in your lower stomach. Jungkookâs face hovers close and you can feel his hot breaths fanning over you.Â
âThere?â He moans, âLike it when I fuck you stupid huh? Pretty pussy all meant to be mine,â he slows down but keeps his pace brutal, âgonna fill you up baby, youâre lucky I canât put a baby in you.. Or else.â He darkly mumbles while leaning down to swallow up all your moans and sighs.Â
Your eyes flutter shut from the strong pleasure, he knocks the breath out of you each time he bottoms out. Your clit throbs pathetically from neglect and you desperately want to reach down to soothe it but Jungkookâs pounding you so good you canât focus. Your lips part with a needy cry, he uses it as a chance to bite on your bottom lip and swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips.Â
âC..um, âm gonna cum,â you softly whimper while arching into him, âplease âm so close.âÂ
You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, he quickly falls into you and rolls his hips into yours over and over again. You trap him against you but Jungkook figures out a way to keep moving. Jungkook grinds into you slowly, letting you feel every inch and the girth. This makes your mouth fall open as a shudder runs through your body.Â
âFuck..â You begin shaking from pleasure, your arms slip from his shoulders but Jungkook simply hoists you upright into his strong big arms.Â
Youâre caged against his chest while he slowly fucks in and out, youâre so close you just need a tiny little push. If Jungkook could just hit that spot one more timeâohh.. âJungkook,â you feel a strong tremor pass over you. Your cunt squeezes him tightly, rhythmically clenching and massaging him as you cum all over him and yourself.Â
Jungkook doesnât let up no matter how tight you get, heâs groaning and hissing under his breath while whispering the most filthiest fucking praises, âThere you go baby, jusâ like that. Go on and make a mess for me, want you dripping my cum out of that loose cunt of yours.â
He cums a few minutes later with a loud moan, you like the feeling of his throbbing cock buried deep inside as he unloads all his pearly white cum into you. You squirm around a few more times but Jungkook ultimately ends up gripping your hip to stop you, âShitâdonât do that.â He moans painfully.Â
The two of you pant quietly while trying to catch your breaths. It turns into a slow little make out session you canât refuse or resist because heâs that sexy post orgasm glow. Youâre lips-locked when a knock brings the two of you out of whatever world you were both just in.Â
You pull back from his lips with a wet noise, panting hard as you try to catch your breath from the brutal fuck just now. âMrs Gong?â You hear one of your students say.Â
Jungkookâs still hazy from his orgasm (evident in the way he looks at you all blissed out), he tucks his face in the crook of your neck and quietly moans when you clench around his half-hard cock. He doesnât say anything thankfully, âIâll be right out,â you finally manage to say without sounding like you just ran a marathon.Â
This boy was going to be the death of you.Â
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jungkook : get ready, gonna take you out. wear somethin pretty too
You frown in both annoyance and confusion, when and how did Jungkook get your address? âI donât even wanna know.â You mumble while shaking your head, with Jungkook thereâs no limits to his depravity. You wouldnât be surprised if he had someone paid to get your information.Â
You look over at the bedroom door and make sure itâs closed before you sneak to your closet and dial Jungkook, âWhat the hell do you mean weâre going out?â You mutter while balancing the phone on your shoulder, âI donât remember little dates being a part of this arrangement.âÂ
âThe tongue you got on you,â Jungkook says from the other line, âmakes me wonder if I need to stuff it with somethinâ else damn baby. But weâll save that for another day, today I wanna take you somewhere nice,âÂ
You pulled a sweater from a hanger and paused, âJungkook whatâs the dress code?â You sigh in exasperation, all this talking and he still wasnât telling you anything. You figured you might as well make the best of it, âHurry up I still have to call my nanny to come take care of my son, I donât have all day.âÂ
âCasual, not too casual though. Iâll see you in five.â And with that he hangs up.Â
âGreat,â you sigh while tossing your phone on the bed after shooting the nanny a quick text, âIâll see you in five, my ass,â you mimic while finding something nice to wear.Â
The door creaks open and your son Jae comes running in making excited airplane noises, âWhere you goinâ mama?â He tilts his head, âAre you going to see aunties for lunch? Ooh, can I come, can I come?â He buzzes in excitement while smiling from ear to ear.Â
âNo baby, mamaâs meeting a different friend, a work friend.â You gently correct yourself while surfing through your jeans, âWanna help me choose an outfit,â you squat to Jaeâs level and brush his unruly hair out of his face, âlooks like Iâm gonna need your eyes for this Jae.âÂ
His eyes widened comically, âMama but you have your own!â He gasps while covering his face with his tiny hands, âThese are my eyes!â He squeals while running out of the room.Â
You grin deviously and chase after him with a âcome back hereâ. The house is filled with your giggles and Jaeâs excited yells and laughter, you end up chasing Jae back to your room as the little boy hides himself under the blankets.Â
âCâmon, mama wants to look pretty today wonât you help me baby?â You pout while sitting on the bed, âPretty please with sprinkles and fairies on top?âÂ
Jae pops his head out with a dramatic little sigh, âFiinee,â you grin triumphantly, âIâm gonna make you look prettier than any other lady out there today.â He smiles toothlessly and runs into your closet.Â
You end up wearing a pair of light-washed jeans and your cream colored sweatshirt. Jae didnât know anything about shoes so you slipped on your cozy socks and a pair of brown tasman slippers. Upon Jaeâs insistence you applied a little mascara and clear gloss over your lips, âThere, is mommy done now?â You ask while spraying some body spray he was holding out to you.Â
âDone, you look so pretty.â Jae shyly says while hiding his face in your leg, âIs Miss Danielle coming today? I like her a lot, sheâs super cool and nice.âÂ
You hum absent-mindedly while putting your phone and wallet in your purse, âYes she is, mama needs you to be the bestest boy ever okay? Iâll be back around dinner time when daddyâs coming home okay?â You smile sadly, âIâm gonna miss you.âÂ
âMe too,â Jae softly says before the doorbell brings him out of his trance, âIâll get it, Iâll get it!â He runs off leaving you to your devices.Â
âThat boy.â You shake your head and slip your watch on. You can hear Jae talking with Danielle down in the foyer as you finish getting ready.Â
Your phone pings and you immediately know who it is, âDanielle,â you greet while passing the girl in a hurry, âthanks for coming last minute youâre a lifesaver.â You sigh in appreciation, âHouse is yours and if youâre hungry order some delivery for you and Jae okay? Iâll pay you extra if I take too long. If my husband comes home first then youâre free to go.âÂ
Danielle already has Jae in her arms as she smiles sweetly at you, âNo problem, you know I like Jae a lot anyways.â She shrugs, âHave fun.âÂ
âOh I will.â You bitterly mutter, âBye my loves.â You blow a kiss to your son at the door and head out. Jungkookâs Mercedes is parked right in front of your house and you done nearly sprint over in fear. Your heart quite literally almost falls out of your ass.Â
âAre you fucking insane?â You spit while slipping into the car, âJungkook move, oh you just finally fucking lost it didnât you? Anyone can see youâmy neighbors, my son, the nanny!âÂ
Jungkook laughs quietly and brings you in for a messy smooch, âCalm down, weâre leaving right now.âÂ
âNo, right now.â You glare, âMove.â
Jungkookâs eyes drop down to your lips in obvious hunger, âGive me a kiss.â You look at him in disbelief and he merely shrugs, âWhat? You heard me.â Heâs really not playing around because he doesnât budge or make a move to shift gears or anything.Â
You nervously look around the area before leaning over to quickly kiss him, âThere.âÂ
âAnother one.â He calmly replies despite your whining and the face you make. Heâs serious then, you think while curling a hand behind the back of his neck and pulling his face closer to yours.Â
Your lips meet in a hot kiss, you find yourself putting a little more effort into it than most times heâs kissed you. Jungkookâs a good kisser you wonât lie/deny, if anything you felt shittier for admitting that you enjoyed kisses with him. You gently bite down on his bottom lip in a mix of arousal and curiosity.Â
Jungkook lets out a quiet groan and leans more into it to deepen the kiss. âNo more,â you whisper when you pull away to catch your breath, âIâm serious.â You softly say albeit a bit more gentle and less hostile.Â
âOkay.â He pulls away and starts the car. His hand comes over to settle on your thigh, fitting so easily like you were made for him.Â
You slump in your seat and turn your head to watch your home slowly disappear as Jungkook pulls out of the neighborhood. If you look closely though, you wonât miss the awe-struck looking nanny standing there looking from the living room window.Â
âAre you okay? What are you looking at?â Jae asks.Â
âNothing,â Danielle mumbles as she shakes her head, âletâs watch tv yeah?â Thereâs no way she just caught her boss kissing someone who was obviously not her husband.Â
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âHow was your day?â You find yourself looking up from the bowl of chips youâre having when Jicheol suddenly talks to you, âDani told me you had a last minute meeting with a coworker?â He hums while unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, ây/n?âÂ
Your focus shifts back onto Jicheol after momentarily spacing out, âIt was good,â you mumble and try not to think about earlier when Jungkook was buried balls deep fucking you over the hood of the car, âHad some lunch and then we went for like a nature walk..of some sorts.â You trail off dumbly.Â
Jicheol raises a brow, âSome sorts..?â He tilts his head with confusion written all over his face.Â
âFuck, Jungkook!âÂ
âRight there..!âÂ
âMmmh..yes,â
âComâcoming!âÂ
You freeze mid-chip and peer over at your husband, âYeah..some sort,â you crack a tiny smile to break the tension, âthatâs not important though,â you set the bowl off to the side somewhere, âhow was your day?â You smile prettily.Â
Jicheol (thankfully) takes the bait, he has a smile painted over his handsome face, âBoring, I had a few meetings here and there and then some paperwork to file.â He sighs heavily and falls dramatically on the bed next to you, âYou busy tomorrow?â He quietly asks while poking your side.Â
âDepends,â you softly whisper and lean down to press gentle kisses over his lips, âwhat are we doing?â You blow against his lips gently, cracking a smile when Jicheol hooks a hand around the back of your neck, âHm?âÂ
Jicheol doesnât reply and instead brushes his lips over yours, âCâmere,â he quietly murmurs, âon my lap sweetheart.â You can feel his big hands over the small of your back, he guides you over so that you straddle him.Â
You bite your lip and watch Jicheol closely, the excitement builds up quickly because something about your husband drove you wild. Jicheol didnât even have to try to get you in the mood, god bless for fine men like himself. You lean down to attach your lips to his rather eagerly, if you both could just skip the foreplayâ
âBabe,â Jicheol pauses when your phone begins to ring loudly. You let out a deep sigh and hesitantly pull away from him looking mildly annoyed. His sharp eyes stay on you while you reach around for your phone and check who it is. âWhoâs calling?â
âGreatâ you think while seeing the caller ID, âNo one, probably spam.â You say through gritted teeth while turning your phone off ALL the way, âDonât worry about it,â you mumble while giving him quick pecks, â âs not important baby.â You run your hands along the planes of his chiseled chest and toned stomach.Â
Jicheol uses his hold on you to switch your positions, you giggle up at him when your head lands on the soft pillows, âWhatâs so funny, hm.â He buries his face in the side of your neck and sucks marks into your unblemished skin.Â
Your lips part and you bury your fingers in his hair, âNothinâ,â you lick your lips as you catch your phone from the corner of your eye, ânothing at all.â You say as his lips find yours and the two of you sink into the sheets.Â
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The cold morning air brushes against your cold cheeks fiercely, only fueling your adrenaline to keep jogging despite your lungs begging otherwise. You liked morning jogs a lot, helped clear your mind and get you away from everything for a bit. Besides, the trail you took was local and not many people came out at this hour.Â
âAh shit.â You whisper tiredly while pausing in your tracks to pick up your fallen AirPod. You take a minute to inspect it and clean the earbud of any dirt and grime it mightâve got from the floor.Â
You hear footsteps nearby but you assume itâs another runner (while there werenât many, it wasnât rare either). You move off the trail to get out of the way when suddenly the steps stop and a strong pair of arms wraps around your middle. You yell out in surprise and turn your head to see who your attacker is.Â
âJungkook..?â You breathlessly ask, âYou scared me, what the hell is wrong with you?!â You smack his chest a few times.
Jungkook has this scary look on his face but whatâs new? This spoilt brat was always pissy about something so you werenât phased, âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âDonât fuckinâ do that again.â He glares, âYou intentionally ignored me for one,â he takes a step forward, âand then two, come to my surprise baby you turned your phone off. The fuck is that about?â He growls.Â
You shake your head and sigh in disbelief, âReally? Youâre crying about me turning my phone off? So what, am I supposed to ask you for permission now? Canât even let my phone die without you freaking out?â
Jungkook snatches your wrist and tugs you towards him, âDonât fucking give me that,â he whispers dangerously low, âIâm not a fucking moron like you think I am.â
âNobody said that.â You tug on your wrist, âNow let me go, someoneâs gonna see you and I have to get back home.â Jungkookâs about to answer when he suddenly pauses, staring at something. You frown in confusion and look, âWhat?â You follow his eyes and you go still.Â
The marks.Â
You really done it now. âJungkookâŠâ You hesitantly meet his eyes and wish you never had. He looks so fucking pissed you donât know whether to cry or run away.Â
The fear kicks in and you take a step back from him. Jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and slowly nods his head, âI see..seems like you were too busy being a little cockslut hanginâ off someone elseâs cock. Tell me was it good?â He darkly mumbles, âDid he fuck you better than I did? Did he have your pussy droolinâ and creaming around his cock like you do to mine? He make you scream like I do baby?â He envelops your entire throat in his hand, not gripping but rather just holding you in place.Â
âIâll scream.â You whisper shakily.Â
âGo ahead,â Jungkook laughs in your face, âyou do it plenty so I donât see the difference now.â Your face burns with humiliation and you turn your face away from him, âOh donât give me that,â he mock-pouts, âcâmon baby look at me.â He grips your cheeks between his fingers as he squeezes them together and makes your pouty lips form a tiny little peak that he smooches.Â
âJungkook please,â you softly whine, ânot here, someoneâs gonna see.âÂ
âYouâre right,â he mumbles while staring at the dark hickeys Jicheol left on you, âI know a better place.â You follow his eyes and look over to see that heâs set his sights on your home. Immediately you turn to protest but Jungkook lifts a finger over your lips, âAh-ah, just do as I fuckinâ say.âÂ
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Youâre walking on pins and needles right now, today might just be the day your entire world ends up ruined. You canât help the way your eyes flicker over to the laundry room, the anxiety claws at your insides and youâre desperate for any escape. After Jungkook had demanded you let him into your home things started piling one after the other.Â
First it was Jicheol who had decided to come early from work (out of all days you bitterly think), and then you had Danielle over helping with Jae. How the hell are you planning on explaining anything if Jae or Danielle accidentally enter the laundry room and see Jungkook in there? This isnât a âoh, my mistakeâ situation, thereâs no coming back from this once everything begins to surface.
You shudder just thinking about it, âDanielleâhoney, do you mind taking Jae out to the park for a bit? I got a lot on my mind right now and I think Iâm gonna just cook dinner or something to get my head out of the clouds. Iâd prefer if Jae wasnât in the house though.â
Danielle stops coloring the page Jae had handed her as she tilts her head up to meet your eyes, âOh, sure. Do you want me to pack him something or will we be coming back early?â She stands to her feet while dusting off her jeans.Â
âPack a few snacks,â you look over at the closed double doors and nervously bite your lip, âactually here, just take this and bring me back the changeâor donât. Just head out before it gets dark.â You say while ushering her and Jae out.Â
Danielle doesnât comment on your jittery behavior, she simply waves bye and takes the little boy with her down the street to the local park. Now you just have to find a way to keep Jicheol occupied. âJicheol? Baby do you mind stopping by the store and bringing me a few things?â You loudly call out.Â
Jungkookâs long made himself at home in your kitchen, he waves his hand with a teasing smirk on his face. âFuck you,â you mouth while passing the kitchen to head upstairs where Jicheol was probably at, âJicheol baby can you run to the store?â You sound out of breath by the time you reach the top, Jicheolâs standing in the doorway in his loungewear.Â
âSure, you got a list or something?â He hums.Â
âUh yeah, I wrote it down but I forgot where I slipped the note. Just go, Iâll send it to you when youâre on your way yeah?â You try to appear as calm as possible but the devil downstairs wouldnât let you.Â
Jicheol looks at you weirdly but ends up nodding anyway, âOkay well, you do that.â He slips past you, âIâll call you if you donât send the list by the time I get there.â He begins descending downstairs, âBy the way, did the neighbors get a new car? I swear I keep seeing that same Mercedes up and down the street.âÂ
You freeze in terror and clench your fists tightly, â..Oh really? I didnât know either,â you slip downstairs and turn the corner to see Jicheol standing in the kitchen while drinking a glass of water you donât remember seeing him or anyone for that matter set out.Â
âMaybe you should get going before it gets late. I kinda need the things for the dinner Iâm making.â You nervously smile.Â
âYou tryinâ to get rid of me now?â Jicheol laughs, âSo jittery baby, whatâs got you all fired up hm?â He tucks you into his arms and rocks side to side, âDid something happen baby?â He softly says in your ear.Â
âNo,â you mumble back, âwas planning a surprise.âÂ
Jicheol nods slowly, âOkay, Iâll be back then my love. I canât wait to see what you got planned.â He winks and parts from you. You close your eyes and wait for Jicheol to leave, you can hear him getting his keys and a few other trinkets of his. Any minute now..Â
. . .
âJicheol?â You call out when you donât hear the front door open or close, âIs everything okay?âÂ
You end up stepping out to go see what was happening, instead you got a fat load of Jungkook carrying your unconscious husband away to the living room, âJungkook?! What did you do? What the fuck did you do?!â You begin panicking, pacing back and forth throughout the room, âFucking hell, are you some sort of deranged psycho!âÂ
âRelax,â Jungkook rolls his eyes, âI drugged him, well been drugging him with the water I left out.â He snickers and tosses Jicheol over the couch, âFuck heâs heavy,â he cracks his back and rolls his muscles, âbaby, baby,â he raises his hand, âyouâre stressinâ me the fuck out with all your walking and pacing.â
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âWell excuse me, my husband is drugged and passed out in front of me, but sure Iâll keep it down for you Mr Jeon, anything else?âÂ
Jungkook lazily grins, âYou can be as loouuud as you want, Iâm not complaining.â He raises his hands in surrender, âBut you know what, there is something you can do for me.â He purrs low, âCome here.âÂ
Your eyes widen knowingly and you shake your head, âNo, fuck no. We can go to the room or anywhere but not hereânot in front of him.â You hiss.Â
âI donât really give a fuck.â Jungkook tugs you close, âAwake or asleep, Iâll fuck you whenever and however the fuck I want.â His hot breath ghosts over the side of your neck, âI know that deep downâyou love this, gettinâ fucked silly in front of your husband, donât you wanna show him how well you take my cock?â He whispers.Â
Your eyes slip shut in both arousal and horror, âNo.âÂ
âLiar.â Jungkook bites down on your earlobe teasingly, âExplain this,â he suddenly thrusts a hand into your sweatpants. His cold fingers cup you through your panties, heavy palm sitting right under your pulsing heat. âHm?âÂ
âJ-Jungkook, no,â you fight against his grip and squirm around, âlisten to me dammit!â You sob in frustration as all the fight begins to slowly leave your body, ending with you melting into a mush of goo.Â
Jungkook coos softly, âBaby needs a cock in her? Is that it?â He cages you in between him and the coffee table the back of your knees bumps into, âCâmon tell me, you know I like hearing filthy things leave that pretty little mouth.â He tilts you by the chin to face him, âLook at me,â he patiently hums.Â
Your eyes flutter open to the bleary sight of Jungkook, âJust get it over with,â you blink tears away, âplease Jungkook.âÂ
He doesnât say anything when he slides his lips on yours, his hand cups the side of your face to hold you perfectly still and pliant in his hands. Your face scrunches cutely and you find yourself trying to guide him away from the living room with hands over his abdomen. However a frown makes its way to your face when you notice he doesnât budge.Â
âWeâre not going anywhere sweetheart,â he calmly says after pulling apart with a string of spit connecting your messy lips, âbut you already knew that, why play dumb?â He talks to you like heâs talking to a child.Â
You make a noise of protest but it dies down when Jungkook begins moving. He guides you over to the armrest of the sofa Jicheolâs passed out on. Your heart slams in your chest violently like itâs about to burst. Jicheolâs sleeping face is centimeters away from yours making it all the more horrifying.
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Jungkook steps behind your bent form, he runs his hands over your sides and thighs with a pleased sigh. He slips his hands into your sweats, taking his sweet time in massaging your hips and the swells of your ass cheeks. You end up biting your lip and trying not to squirm away from his unwanted touches.Â
âJesus,â he mutters under his breath when he tugs your sweatpants down and sees the pretty undies you had on under, âwell happy fuckinâ birthday to me.â He whistles and runs his palm over the waistband, hooking his fingers in and pulling until the band snapped back in place.Â
You yelped and jolted from the stinging sensation you felt in your hip, he finally decided to grant some mercy and tugged the panties down your thighs. They dropped around your ankles alongside your sweatpants leaving your cunt out in the open for Jungkook. By now youâre sure some wetness had built up between your sticky dewy folds, they felt moist and drenched.Â
âSuch a little liar,â he smacks your drooling cunt, sending you reeling over the couch with a cry of shock. Your face is dangerously close to Jicheolâs, you catch yourself from letting out another yell when Jungkook spanks you again. The pain sparks a heat inside of you.Â
âIf I woulda known this slutty cunt drips at the thought of being fucked infront of your husband, I wouldâve fucked you a long time ago baby.â He chuckles breathily and rubs over your tender pussy. You moan in protest from the âsoothingâ touch, he has to give you a warning pinch when your squirming becomes tedious, âBehave.â
Jungkook slips his fingers between your folds, parting them in a âvâ as he strokes over your entire pussy. A delicious shiver passes over you when his fingers brush over your slippery clit. The touch is enough to make your swollen bud throb with anticipation and need. You bite a whiny moan and let your head hang in slight disappointment. Jungkook isnât deterred though, he keeps brushing over your clit never quite touching it.Â
âDrippinâ already.â Jungkook murmurs while burying his face in your neck, âhead up baby, want him to see the slutty little faces you make while getting fucked stupid.â He shallowly dips his fingers into your sopping hole with a lewd squelch. âHear that?â He purrs low, âfilthy already.âÂ
Your face grows hot with shame but Jungkook doesnât stop swirling his fingertip around, he wipes his finger clean in your inner thigh, leaving behind a dollop of slick smeared all over. He shuffles behind you until the head of his weeping cock slides through the mess between your legs. His cock comes poking out through your thighs as he slips himself between your squishy wet folds.Â
He slowly rolls his hips and lets his cock slide over your mound again and again. The underside of his shaft rubs against your clit giving it the much needed friction you were craving. âMmh,â your thighs squeeze together and you push your hips back, plush ass meeting his pelvis with a messy smack.Â
âNeedy little thing,â Jungkook muses and steers you forward with a hand over your back, âgonna fuck it out of you thoughâhe may have married you but this cunt still belongs to me at the end of the day.â He suddenly slams his hips forward, instantly filling you with a loud splat as his balls collide with your folds, âMine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to claim.â He groans.Â
Your mouth falls open and you shudder, his cock from this angle somehow makes you feel fuller and more stretched out. Your rim hugs his cunt tightly and you can feel the slight tug on your perineum when he backstrokes. Another lewd âuhnâ leaves you when he drives his cock right back in, the tip pokes your cervix but itâs nothing too serious or painful.Â
âLet me hear you,â Jungkook bites his lower lip and rolls his hips faster, âlet your husband hear how youâreallyâlike to get fucked.â He huffs under his breath and brings the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting it so he can see his cock disappear into your ruined cunt over and over.Â
Your ass ripples with every thrust and thereâs a low smacking noise, heâs punching more and more moans from your throat. Itâs harder to keep them in when heâs rubbing those spots so good. His cock bumps into your g-spot occasionally but Jungkook wants to drag it out so he doesnât hit it yet. Your pussy clenches around him drawing a hiss from him as his fingertips dig into your hips.Â
Jungkook slams forward and sends you toppling over the armrest a little with your feet dangling a few inches from the floor. Youâre jostled closer to Jicheol and hold back a terrified scream you almost let out. Jungkookâs losing control and the pace is sending you flying towards your husband, one wrong move and youâre going to topple on top of Jicheol.
âJ-Jungkook slow down,â you mewl, â âm gonna fall..!â You gasp, he hits your g-spot head on with vigor. When he sees the tremor that wracks your smaller frame he starts pounding into that spot wildly.Â
Your cries are clear as day, the wet smacking is thundering and the couch rattles loudly over the wooden flooring. You scramble to find a good grip to keep yourself steady while you get the pounding of a lifetime. His vicious thrusts send you forward but his firm grip keeps you speared right on his cock. You chant Jungkookâs name which only spurs him on as he fucks you like a madman.Â
Jungkook lets the hem of his shirt go and trails a hand up to twist in your hair, âFuckinâ slutâpussyâs mine ân mine only. Letâs leave him a nice little present for when he wakes up baby, yeah? Gonna fuck this slutty pussy on him even with my cum dripping from it? Least youâll be all loose ân wet for him,â he smirks, âyouâd like that wouldnât you? Maybe we should let him join next time, weâll fuck all your little holes and keep âem filled with our cock.â
You shamelessly moan at that and tilt your head back for him without having to be asked. He lets out a pleased moan and leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, âOne cock not enough anymore?â He rubs your ass with his other hand and lands a hard slap over it, âHm?âÂ
âN-No,â you hiccup with teary eyes, âneed t-to cum,â you gasp, âsoo close..mmh..âÂ
âCum,â Jungkook whispers, âgo on,â he brings a hand down between your sticky thighs and smacks your clit with two fingers.Â
The sting sends you over the edge with a loud cry spilling from your lips. You shake from the intensity and slump over with a tired moan. Jungkook doesnât care that you came already because he keeps pumping his cock in and out of your, using your cunt for his pleasure.Â
He yanks you back like a ragdoll and wraps his hand around your throat tightly, âNext time think twice about lettinâ him mark you,â he growls in your ear, âor else drugging wonât be the thing I do.â He lets you go carelessly and grinds his cock deep, pelvis pressed tightly to your ass.Â
Your lips part silently in a âoâ as you shudder, a mini-orgasm takes you by surprise and youâd rather not think itâs because of what he said just now.. Surely not right? Right..Â
Jungkook moans softly as your pussy hugs his cock nice and snug. He fills you spurt after spurt with cum, not bothering to pull out right away. In fact he grinds his hips in tiny motions to milk his orgasm out, sighs of relief slipping from his lips. The room feels hot and youâre pretty sure the stench of sweat and sex is pungent in the air. Â
âJungkook,â you shakily murmur while pushing back, âcâmon, itâs not funny anymore let me up.â You softly plead while looking back at him with wide glossed over puppy eyes.Â
Clean-up is a quiet ordeal, Jungkook looks smug when you pass by with shaky legs. He doesnât miss the chance to smack your ass, to which you fiercely glare at him as you disappear to quickly change. When you emerge in a comfy home outfit you stand in the doorway pointing to the front door.Â
âOut.â You glare, âNot in my house Jungkook, this is the first and last time we do this. You hear me?â Youâre not entirely sure heâs listening but you say it anyway. This was not only risky as hell but stupid too, everything was at stake (even if the adrenaline was crazy).Â
âKiss,â Jungkook mumbles with a grin as he finishes slipping his coat back on, âcâmon before I go baby.â
You stare at him unimpressed and walk over to press a gentle kiss over his lips. Of course he wraps his hands around your waist and tugs you closer to him, kissing Jungkook was never a quick ordeal. Nothing was ever quick with him. âOkay,â you push at his chest gently, âenough. My kid and nanny are coming home any minute now, get out.â You huff.Â
âYeah, yeah, you werenât saying that when I fucked your brains outââ His laugh is cut off when he pauses to stare down the hall in amusement, âLooks like we have a audience baby.â He grins.Â
Your head whips to see Danielle standing in the kitchen doorway, she looks shocked and disturbed. Jaeâs nowhere insight but your heart still drops to your ass, âD-Danielle.â Youâre going to fucking lose it right now.Â
She takes a step back and looks at Jungkook with both fear and nervousness, âT-The front door was l-locked so we came through the b-back.âÂ
âDaniâhoney wait,â you stretch your hand out to her but sheâs already running. You can hear Jae in the pantry loudly asking where the applesauce pouches are at. You look at Jungkook with fear in your eyes, âJungkookâs-she..s-she knows!â You quiver and hold back a sob.Â
Jungkook cups your face in his hands, âDonât cry sweetheart, Iâll fix it yeah?â He hums, âDonât worry that pretty little head, everythingâs gonna be fine.â He kisses your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumbs, âSmile for meâyeahhh, there you go pretty girl.â He grins, âIâll handle it.âÂ
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Jungkook blows the smoke out from his lips, he crushes the cigarette under his boot and clicks his tongue in annoyance, âShit,â he mutters and digs around his pocket for his phone, âhello?â He answers with his head tilted back as he watches the tiny snowflakes fall around him.Â
âDid you handle it?âÂ
âI did,â Jungkook chuckles, âwhat, not gonna ask if Iâm tired? It was a lot of work baby, donât you think I deserve a present?â His eyes flicker down briefly but he goes back to snow watching.Â
â...Thank you.âÂ
âOh you will be thanking me later, but for now I got a lot of things to attend to so Iâll see you around baby. Donât get too comfy, I was thinking about heading to London just the two of us. Iâm sure that pretty brain of yours can come up with somethinâ to tell him, bye baby.â He smirks and hangs up before you can get a word in.Â
He stands in silence just staring at the lump in front of him. âPoor kid, shit luck and shit life.â He grunts and lights another cigarette, â..Gotta get the cleaners ân shitâfuck itâs a mess.â He sighs and dials another number, âHello?â He loudly says, âRound up the cleaning teamâno itâs only one, might be two but for today itâs one. Teen, the baby-sitter.â He nudges his foot against the stiff limbs laying in the snow.Â
âIâll triple the payment if you help me eliminate a certain someone..yeah, spring cleaning. Oh, and donât tell father about this. Heâll be real sad to know it happened..again..â
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Light On - single mom/neighbor fic
Simon Riley/female reader - 18+ MDNI brief suggestive content, Christmas vibes (these characters do not celebrate Christmas religiously)
đ There'll be much mistltoeing / It's the most wonderful time of the year - for @glitterypirateduck's cod holiday challenge
"She's lovely." Laswell comments, standing at his shoulder in the living room.
"She is." He answers, but doesn't bother to look at her, too transfixed on you, watching the way you smile and laugh, champagne flute in one hand, baby in the other. Blood rushes through his body as he stares at you, marveling at how bloody good you look with the baby on your hip, and even though he knows it's an archaic mentality, he can't help but dream about giving you another. Kate gives him a smirk that he just barely catches from the corner of his eye, and he cuts her an exasperated look. "Excuse me."
"By all means."
He makes his way to your side where you're chatting with Gaz's date, Lily, wine colored velvet dress draped across your body, snug and silky across your skin. Your hair is done, styled differently, arranged on top of your head instead of your usual or pulled into something looser, shiny gold cuff curled around the top of your ear. Youâre stunning, and his mind turns over, trying to determine if itâs okay or appropriate to tell you for the third time tonight that heâs obsessed with you, that he wants to get you home and worship you, wants to rip your dress off and ruin it. He wonders if youâll let him take you home early, if youâll be quiet for him when he bends you over the bed, if youâll come on his cock all breathy and sweet with his name on your lips.
Emmaline sits embraced in nook of your elbow, white and green dress complemented by tiny, shiny, black shoes, babbling away at anyone who will look at her. She lights up when he steps closer, trying to tip out of your grasp towards his, discontent rising in her crumpled little brow when she can't break free.
"Hi." You beam, his hand finding the small of your back, Emmaline wriggling around to face him, leaning back with a big smile, knocking her head into his side. You roll your eyes at Lily. "I've become chopped liver to my own baby."
"Alright, sweet pea. C'mere then." He settles her on top of his forearm, chubby fist knotting into the collar of his shirt. "Let's give mama a break, eh?" You smile, relieved, reaching up for a kiss, tip toes stretching until he leans to meet you, and when you pull away, you give Emmaline one on her cheek, bright baby giggles echoing through the room. "We're going to see what the team is up to." He bounces her, and your thumb strokes a soft circle into his waist.
"Okay."
"There she is!" Gaz calls, and Emmaline squirms in Simon's grasp, pressing her face into his neck, head tilted just slightly so she can still see the guys, cheeks dimpled. She watches Kyle cautiously, incredibly shy, and Simon whispers to comfort her.
"What's wrong, baby girl? You're alright. It's just Gaz." She mouths at his shirt, and he smooths a hand over the back of her head softly. "She's not usually so reserved, loves attention."
"Ye're scaring her." Johnny admonishes as huffs, breath rolling in a fog through the chilled air, but when Simon turns, Emmaline whips around, peering over his shoulder to stare at Gaz, expression delighted.
"I don't think she's scared, Soap. Looks smitten to me." Johnny clucks his tongue, half outraged, and Gaz just laughs, stroking her cheek as she coos soft sweet nonsense towards him, making Johnny scowl.
ââm supposed tae be her favorite.â He grumbles, and Price barks out a laugh, clapping him on his back.
âGotta get your own for that, son.â He shakes his head, reaching a finger out to her fist, letting her grab onto him. She immediately starts to drag it towards his mouth, and Price lets her, chuckling softly under his breath. âNeeds something for her teeth.â
"I think we've got something in her bag." Simon rubs her back, watching how her eyes light up when she spots Price's beard, tiny fingers mindlessly drifting towards his chin. "Mama's been giving you frozen pacifiers, huh?"
"Ye should try scotch, my maw used tae give me some, when ah was a bairn." Johnny tickles his fingers across her side and she shrieks into a giggle fit, nearly choking on laughter that has him glowing with pride. "Who's yer favorite uncle, Emmaline? Is it Uncle Soap?" Johnny whispers in his best baby voice, and Simon snorts.
"She can't have scotch, MacTavish. She's a baby, and-"
"Alright out here?" You're standing in the door, half in, half out, teetering precariously on the top step, and for the hundredth time tonight you take Simon's breath away, light from the kitchen shimmering behind you like a halo, framing you in a soft, warm yellow glow, his stomach clenching.
"We're alright." He promises, already making his way towards the doorway, taking the stairs until you're within arms reach, Emmaline clapping her hands together when she spots you. "You okay?" He keeps his voice low, yet still tender, trying not to give the guys too much ammo, and you smile, spectacular and sweet, enough to make him melt on the spot.
"Yeah, just wanted to check on you two." You brush a finger across Emma's cheek, mouth opening to say something else when Johnny's voice rings across the patio, cheeky and smug.
"LT, ye're standın' under mistletoe." He hadn't noticed the cluster of greenery tacked to the bricked arch just outside the door, but it's hard to miss now, and when you glance above your head and laugh, he shrugs his shoulders. "Well..."
"Well?" You raise an eyebrow. A challenge. An invitation. Enough of both for him, encouragement not needed in the first place, his lips finding yours easily, pulling you into the bulk of his body, wrapping an arm around your waist while still holding Emma against his chest in the other. She bridges the gap between you, both of his girls safe and sheltered in his arms, and he blocks out the sound of Gaz and Johnny's shouting and whooping, focusing on the taste of your tongue, smell of your skin, plush lips against his. It's everything, you're everything, you and Emmaline- his family, his to love, to care for, to protect, emotion welling up in his chest that has him pulling away and pressing his nose against the top of your head, mouth finding your temple, your cheek, his eyes closed and breaths measured.
"Merry Christmas." He whispers, still holding you tight, and you dip forward to press a kiss to Emmaline's scalp, your hand reaching for his jaw, thumb reverently stroking across the scar on his cheek.
"Merry Christmas Simon."
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Unwanted attraction // e.w
coworker!ellie â fem reader
cw/wc: 11k ; tried to proofread it but im blind asf and i need glasses so!! smut, swearing, strap on sex r!receiving, oral r!receiving, also mention of ellie receiving it but i was too lazy to write that part (possibly gonna make a few drabbles about it in the future, who knows) fingering r!receiving, angst. enemies to lovers trope :')
a/n: i'm well aware my silly goofy goose is the sweetest baby ever but imagine if she hated you, what would it be like? (besides trying to kill you and hunting you down ofc, let's remember this is AU) idk been daydreaming about it.
highly inspired by a bot on Chai ( *âœïžŸ)
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Rough sex on the bedroom floor
Hop in the shower, she begging for more
Do not disturb on the hotel door
â© coworker!ellie made sure to make your life a living hell at work, whether it came to messing up with the neatly organized files on your computer or desk, complaining about everything you did, talking shit behind your back, stealing your coffee (and she didn't even like coffee, but she'd do anything to piss you off), calling you names, make fun of your clothes but at the same time checking you out whenever you bent over your desk or to pick up something from the musty floor. Such a delight she was.
â© coworker!ellie absolutely hated how everyone seemed to love you, except her, of course. She despised how you always wore a stupid smile on your face as if nothing could ever bring you down, not even her. Your mere presence was enough to light up the whole room. She couldn't figure out what about you instantly attracted people.
â© coworker!ellie hated how you always organized everything by color, name, and date like a freaking maniac, and obviously, she couldn't help but tease you about it.
"OCD much, baby?"
"You should get this obsession of yours checked. it's not normal."
â© coworker!ellie works as a photographer while you are a writer. Your job is to write anything that your boss asks you to write. However, Ellie often sends you the pictures you need for your works in the middle of the night or past the deadline, making sure you work overtime to finish your project. This often results in you getting yelled at by your boss the next day (which was exactly what she wanted)
â© coworker!ellie always found something to complain about when it came to you. She disdained you and didn't even try to hide it. She would criticize everything about you, from your clothing choices to your makeup and hair. It was as if she were looking for flaws to point out and would not rest until she found something to complain about. She never seemed to give you a break, and you always felt like you were walking on eggshells around her. Despite your efforts to be friendly towards her, Ellie never reciprocated. But what she hated the most was how she couldn't actually bring herself to hate you; she hated how her body reacted whenever she let her eyes linger on your ass and tits for too long. She absolutely hated the skirts you wore almost every fucking day; it was a curse cause she couldn't despise your body.
â© coworker!ellie hated how you talked, the sound of your voice, and how obnoxious it sounded when you spoke or giggled but secretly wondered how you'd sound beneath her, whimpering and moaning her name.
â© coworker!ellie deeply dislikes when you gesticulate while talking and how your dimples show when you laugh at someone else's jokes in the office, especially when it's one of those stupid man. Because how stupid could you be? It was obvious that he was flirting with you with the only intent of getting into your panties.
â© coworker!ellie gags around you whenever you walk by, and she makes sure you know how fucking disgusting you smell. How your flowery scent disgusts her; she's so pathetically disgusted by it that all she wants to do is bury her nose into the crook of your neck.
"Who the fuck is wearing this perfume? smells fucking disgusting"
"Smells like shit in here"
â© coworker!ellie always finds a way to put the blame on you when she screws up, especially when her boss is pretty pissed at her and is complaining about how she's not responsible enough and doesn't pay attention to detail.
â© coworker!ellie will talk over you during meetings, even when she had been quiet the whole time. The moment she decides to speak up is when you take the initiative to do so. What a coincidence.
â© coworker!ellie would often mock and make fun of you whenever you mispronounced something.
"You hear yourself? Like, ever?"
"Princess' forgetting grammar today, isn't she?"
â© coworker!ellie constantly makes rude and disrespectful comments about your ideas and contributions saying shit like
"That sounds like a stupid idea. But what were we expecting from you?"
"Do you ever make yourself useful?"
Your boss and everyone else in the room had enough of the ongoing rivalry between you two and they would always tell her to suck it up and take it outside. That's how things usually went: she'd say something mean, and you couldn't let her have the last word. You were always nice to everyone but you eventually grew tired of her ugly attitude and how unmotivated it was. Cause why the fuck was she so snappy about everything? What have you ever done to her? Easy. Absolutely nothing.
â© coworker!ellie has never invited you to any of their coworkers' hangouts. She always came up with excuses to avoid inviting you, and the best part was that you knew nothing about it; she'd make excuses like
"She told me her grandma is sick"
"I dunno, she said she already had plans"
"She's dogsitting this weekend"
Imagine how worried your coworker Dina was about your grandma. The poor girl was so concerned that she had to reach out to you and ask about it. What if you needed a friend to talk to? You knew she would always be there for you no matter what, but that's beside the point. Ellie most likely didn't consider Dina walking up to you to ask about your grandma, or maybe she did; it's not like she cared. Her sole purpose appeared to be provoking you anyway.
"yn, how's your grandma doin'?" she had this soft, worried tone going on
"MyâŠgrandma?" you looked puzzled and tilted your head slightly, trying to make sense of what was going on cause what the fuck was she talking about? Your grandparents weren't even around anymore.
"Oh, but last Friday Ellie saidâŠ" she trailed off, finally connecting the dots. "Y'know what? I think I misunderstood." she quickly brushed off the awkward situation with a chuckle, realizing that adding more fuel to the rivalry you two had going on was pointless. she decided that from now on, she would be the one to invite you to their girl nights out. Imagine Ellie's surprise when she saw you enter the restaurant Dina had chosen, the brunette giving Ellie a mischievous smile from across the table.
â© coworker!ellie can't help but look at your ass whenever she'd get the chance, the way you walked, the sway of your hips. She had always wondered what kind of underwear you wore and of what color. As much as she despised you, she wanted to know everything about you. What made you icky, what didn't. What was your type, what made you horny and desperate. Those kinds of things, ordinary things, basically. And she really couldn't stop fantasizing about you, imagining herself fucking you from behind, smacking your ass hard enough to leave marks on it, all five fingers.
â© coworker!ellie couldn't quite figure out your sexuality. You were so friendly to everyone and she couldn't count on her gay-radar at all. She claimed that thing was pure bullshit cause she always ended up pursuing straight women. (such a loser)
â© coworker!ellie felt like she had won the lottery the moment she caught you checking out your new coworker, who happened to be a girl. She couldn't pinpoint why she felt that way, she hated you after all, right?
â© coworker!ellie spilled your pumpkin spice latte all over the scattered papers on your desk the same day out ofâŠjealousy?
"Why the fuck would you do that?!" you raised your voice at her and promptly grabbed some paper tissues to fix the damage she had done.
"Do what, princess? it was a mistake, chill out." she flatly said, veiny hands stuffed into her pockets, doing absolutely nothing to help you. She just stared at you with a cocky grin on her face, feeling proud of herself "It tastes like burnt shit anyways, dunno why you drink it." her nonchalance was making you even more furious than you already were
â© coworker!ellie unconsciously licks her lips when you cross your legs and your skirt moves up just a bit enough for her perverted mind to think of all the filthy things she'd do to you if she didn't hate you so much.
â© coworker!ellie who whistled whenever you bent over. And as soon as you straightened up, ready to go off on her, you noticed that she had this poised and confident look on her face. It was evident that she had anticipated your reaction and had an answer prepared for whatever you had to say to her, and to be quite honest, she mostly did it to get on your nerves.
"What do you expect me to do? You clearly bend over like that for me to notice."
"Think I don't know you doin' this just to put on a show f'me?"
"You bend over like a slut every single time I walk by. Thought I wouldn't notice?"
and she wasn't even wrong. Despite claiming not to like you, you noticed the way she looked at you and you liked it, loved it even. It was quite entertaining how she tried so hard to convince herself that she did not like you one bit. Pathetic.
â© coworker!ellie completely forgot you were on a business trip the moment she realized you had to share the same bed.
You were both sent on a 'business trip' by your boss and were assigned a hotel room to share for the duration of the trip. The hotel your boss sent you to was not of the best quality, to say the least, and to make matters worse, you realized that you had to share the same bed with Ellie. The situation caught you off guard, and you could sense the awkwardness in the air. You knew that sharing a room was part of the trip, but neither of you expected to have to share the same bed.
He must be out of his mind, was the first thing that crossed your mind.
When you called him to complain about his terrible choice, his dismissive comment made you even more furious
"You're both women, I don't see why this is an issue."
Don't see why this is an issue my ass. Working with Ellie was already the worst thing ever, but sleeping with her? the universe or whoever must be playing a cruel joke on you because what were the chances? Plus, Ellie was being her usual self with that attitude, which obviously wasn't helping at all; you weren't gonna have any of it.
"Just fucking great, I gotta share the bed with you" emphasizing the 'you' just to make you feel like a disgusting piece of trash that she absolutely despised. you couldn't care less; her petty comments didn't amuse you anymore. In all honesty, you were used to her ugly attitude. When you first started working with her, her hateful comments really got to you. You would break down as soon as you returned to your cozy apartment, making you feel like something was wrong with you. However, your other coworkers reassured you that she was like that with everybody, so you learned to accept it. Kind of. She still made your life miserable whenever she could, but you honestly loved this job. You had worked hard to get where you were, and you didn't see a point in giving up just because little miss hated you a bit too much.
She dropped her suitcase by the door and slammed the door shut "You can always crash on the floor," you said back, mimicking her annoyed tone.
As you stood there, she turned to face you, and you could see the anger in her eyes. She shot you a death glare, and her lips were pressed tightly together. "I'm not a fucking doormat" she snapped, her voice laced with frustration and anger, like always.
You couldn't help but huff and roll your eyes at her behavior "Then shut your fucking mouth and stop throwing a tantrum like a little kid" Despite her scarred brows furrowing in anger, you couldn't resist the urge to call her out on her tantrum. Just as she was about to snap back at you, you cut her off with a simple "I'm gonna shower." You walked over to the bed, unzipping the suitcase you had thrown on it earlier. Your fingers searched for your pink cherry-patterned pajamas, which you had smartly placed on top of all your daily clothes for easy access. It was just one of the many small things you calculated and organized in your daily life. And, of course, she despised this aspect of your personality too; she hated how organized you were, everything you did, every gesture, every word; it always was so calculated, while she was more spontaneous (another word for impulsive) and never cared enough about how unorganized she was. As you disappeared into the bathroom to shower, she couldn't resist the temptation to rummage through your suitcase, hoping to find something interesting. An amused smile appeared on her face when she found sexy black lingerie; it was just what she was expecting you to wear underneath those slutty skirts you wore almost every day at work. Being the sneaky little mf she was, she put everything back the way you left it so you wouldn't suspect a thing. "Borrowing" a pair of your panties, a souvenir.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, you noticed that she had already changed into her comfortable pajamas. She was wearing a pair of black boy shorts and a t-shirt from what seemed to be a band she loved. The shirt looked worn out, the colors faded, but you could still make out the logo of the band, it was a casual yet charming sight. Despite her best efforts to control herself, she found herself unable to resist the urge to stare at you intently, your soft curves, and how the cherry-patterned shorts hugged your ass as the top fell loose over your boobs. It didn't take her too long to notice that you weren't wearing a bra, nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your top, but she forced herself to look away.
"D'you ever take a shower?" you quipped as you strolled to the right side of the massive bed "I took a shower earlier today. Besides, I don't smell bad, so there's really no reason to," she walked to the other side of the bed while trying her best to avoid making eye contact with you. "You gotta shower before getting into bed, it's just gross not to," you scolded her in a mom-like tone, making her roll her eyes in response. "Don't boss me around. I don't need a shower. I smell just fine." she said. You were getting on her nerves again, and you could tell from her annoyed tone; she never liked feeling judged or being told what to do. So, you decided to drop it â too tired to start another argument. You let out a sigh and collapsed onto the soft mattress, feeling instant relief in your back. Your gaze was fixed on the ceiling, "Well, at least it's comfy," you muttered to yourself, as she climbed in next to you and grumbled, "I guess so" and turned away from you, yanking the covers over her head.
The room fell silent, both of you trying your best to ignore each other's presence. You shut your eyes, and so did she. Over 10 minutes passed, and you were still wide awake; why were you suddenly struggling to fall asleep? You were convinced that the little stinky beside you was sleeping, but she wasn't. The little cunt scooted closer to you, secretly enjoying the heat radiating off your body, making sure to keep her eyes shut in the process so you'd think she was sleeping.
She pressed her back against yours, and as much as it felt nice, you shifted uncomfortably and moved again. Your attempt to create distance between both of you turned out to be a complete failure; she kept scooting closer each time you moved away. "You're gonna make me fall out of bed, Ellie," you whined, shoving her away from you. Her eyes shut open, she muttered, "Oh, sorry," and tried to move away from you. But she found herself unable to do so for some reason. She longed for your touch and warmth, realizing that it was a pathetic situation to be in because she hated you; she couldn't feel this way towards you, so why was she? Instead of moving away, she inched closer to you, seeking comfort in your warm body against her cooler, freckled skin.
You huffed again in annoyance and turned onto your side to look at her, realizing how close you two were. "What" you asked flatly; she slowly rolled onto her other side to face you. She blinked slowly, her emerald green eyes taking in your features.
You weren't so ugly after all, she thought to herself.
She could feel your breath on her face. "Uh, nothin'." She didn't want to admit how comfortable she was with the closeness, feeling your soft skin against hers. "We are not gonna cuddle," you stated firmly. "No, of course not," she agreed quickly, not wanting to push things further either, deep down yearning for something more than just cuddles. She settled back into her spot, trying to ignore the slight disappointment that fluttered in her stomach "Stay on your side of the bed, s'not that hard." the tone of your voice was firm and slightly irritated, "Fine," the auburnette girl muttered under her breath, rolling onto her other side again. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore your presence as you both lay there in silence.
You faced away from her, your eyes shut, trying to focus on something other than the tension you felt in the pit of your stomach. You considered facing the pillow or lying on your side, but your legs felt restless. You wondered if there was a solution to ease your discomfort. The girl beside you groaned softly, annoyed with your constant shifting, her eyes fluttering open as you kept tossing and turning. You heard her sigh heavily, rolling over onto her back and facing the ceiling again "Look, I know you're not used to me or anything-" she started but you were quick to cut her words off "Yeah, I am not" you sighed frustrated and mimicked her position, your eyes glued on the ceiling that seemed to be the most interesting thing ever at that moment.
Ellie turned her head slightly to look at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I guess we could try something different then," she softly said, her voice conveying anything but innocence. A subtle hint of mischief seemed to accompany her words, indicating that she had something specific in mind. Your head turned as soon as she spoke, brows furrowing at her words, "What do you have in mind, Williams?"
"I could help you...relax," she replied confidently, a sly grin never leaving her face. She moved closer to you, her green eyes are fixed on yours. Her heart raced a little faster as she waited for an answer, your consent, anything. Was she fucking out of her mind? Was she suggesting what you thought she was?
You scoffed, "What the fuck, Ellie? 'm not gonna fuck you." you replied sharply, squinting your eyes at her; she groaned softly and hovered over your body, propping herself up on her elbows. "C'mon angel, scared you'll like it?" a cocky grin glued on her face as she spoke confidently almost as if she knew what she was doing. She chuckled softly when you didn't reply, leaning closer until your bodies were pressed against each other, her hand gently stroking your waist "Just let me try," she whispered. Her cold hand sent shivers down your spine when she slid it under your tank top, your warmth seeping into her skin, igniting a fire within her. She had always wanted to touch you like this, even if she hated your guts. She leaned in slowly, eyes locked on your moist, plump lips. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would kiss the girl who pissed the shit out of you daily, let alone fuck her.
Your lips met hers, you felt a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach and chest, like a fluttering feeling. It was as if every fiber of your being was electrified with the touch, and soon, soft and slow kisses turned into a whole makeout session. Her tongue slid into your mouth, and you gladly let her explore every inch of it, her callous fingers gently exploring every inch of your skin and your fingers grasping her messy bun, you still fucking hated her. A series of conflicting thoughts ran through your mind, making it difficult for you to focus on anything. Part of you wanted to pull away, while the other part was eager to explore this, whatever it was. Your grip unconsciously tightened into her auburn locks, slightly pulling her hair. "You little bitch" she muttered under her breath when she pulled away from the kiss, your lips mere millimeters apart, only connected by a string of saliva, "You're a little bitch" you were panting slightly from the intense makeout session "You're fucking obnoxious" she replied without missing a beat. However, this time, no hint of annoyance laced in her voice; her voice was husky and sultry, and she looked at you with such a desire, one that you've noticed before, but she was acting on it this time. Her hand began to tug at your shorts, pulling the soft material down. "And you're not?" you scoffed, your eyebrows raised as you stared back into those green orbs of hers. "Keep talking like that angel, see what happens," she warned you with a sly grin. "Why, what are you gonna do?" you challenged, but she seemed to ignore your question, for now at least.
She didn't waste time, calloused fingers pressing against your clothed cunt as she discarded your favorite pajama shorts somewhere in the dimly lit room. A soft sound escaped your swollen lips, making her smirk in amusement. "I barely even touched you," she teased you, her fingers tracing your soaked and still clothed slit. Your pussy has never been wetter, and you hated how skilled she seemed to be with her hands, how wet you became as soon as she touched and kissed you; almost as if your body had been craving for her touch. "Shut the fuck up," you hissed, only causing her to press her digits on your throbbing clit; she observed you; it was like she was analyzing your every move and reaction. She watched you squirm beneath her. "Aww look at you, baby. Want more?" she purred, her mocking grin taunting you, making you pout and nod frantically. You needed more. Your cunt was starting to hurt and clench around absolutely nothing, you needed her fingers and you couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed by it. You needed her fingers. The fingers of the girl you hated the most. fuck.
She let out a dry chuckle and slowly shook her head, a few loose auburn strands falling onto the sides of her face "That's not how it works, you can do better than that, I know it." she encouraged you. it was all she needed to hear, all her ears craved to hear, you begging for her, begging for her to destroy your pussy.
As stupid and absurd as it sounded, you were only hers in her mind. She had never laid a finger on you before, but you belonged to her. She wanted to be the only girl in your life, the one you relied on; the worst part was that she couldn't even explain why she felt that way towards you. Why you out of all people? she didn't have the answer to that. She loved getting reactions out of you, getting you all riled up and fuming red, that's what she knew. But tonight, she was lucky enough to explore a new side of you. She wanted to absolutely destroy you. She wasn't gonna be gentle; after all, she still despised you.
You let out a soft groan when she pulled her hand away from your core, leaving you wanting more "Please?" you mumbled. Your voice was soft, timid almost. You hated that she was putting you into this position, and that it had to be her out of all people. She had you wrapped around her finger already and you couldn't even understand why. She expressed her disapproval with a subtle clicking sound of her tongue, shaking her head just enough to convey her dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough. She needed more, better.
Her faint smirk suggested that she found the whole thing quite amusing. "Please, Ellie..." you tried again, you could see the irritation build on her face, she let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes in frustration. "Cat got your tongue, or what?" she asked, her voice tinged with impatience "I need you to be specific. Tell me exactly what you need from me."
Despite your usual confidence, you found yourself letting out an airy huff, almost as if to release some of the tension you were feeling. Beneath her, you felt so insignificant, so vulnerable. How her green eyes studied you made you feel so exposed, you needed her more than anything. Your underwear was damp, and the uncomfortable throbbing was getting worse by the second "I want you to fuck me, Ellie," you blurted out, a mischievous grin spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Is that any better?"
"Good girl," she praised you. You could feel her fingers pulling your underwear down, leaving you bare from the hips down, you still had your tank top on but she was planning on taking it off soon, she was yearning to play with your tits, it was all she ever fantasized about. "Relax, okay?" she whispered due to the closeness, her face dangerously leaning into your neck. You could feel her taking in your scent, the same scent she claimed to hate so much, and soon attacking your neck with damp kisses. You tilted your head to the side and let her, as her fingers began to rub your aching nub, making you gasp at the contact, her hands were so cold, it almost made your hips jerk away, but she held you in place with her other hand, pressing her weight onto you to keep you down. Every little movement you made encouraged her to continue. Soft and small gasps left your lips. You quickly bit into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet, suddenly feeling pathetic for letting her do whatever she wanted to you.
"You know how long I've wanted to play with you like this, hm?" she purred into your neck, her fingers drawing slow circular motions on your clit, tracing your slit just to tease you "Fuck, you're soaked..." she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to you, taking note of every reaction you had to her touch. "You're a jerk, you know that right?" your voice came out softer than what you expected, it was impossible to be mad. How could you even be mad at her? She was making you feel so good. "Am I?" she slid a finger inside you, she could hear a few stifled moans coming from you, almost as if you were too proud to show her that she was touching you just in the right places, still struggling to believe you were letting her touch you. "Y-yes. I fucking hate you" you continued, trying to sound as mad as possible, she inserted another finger and began to pump them in and out of you "Why are you letting me touch you like this, then?" she had this sarcastic and taunting tone that would've usually made you mad if she wasn't fucking you right now. "Causeâ can't sleep," you stammered out, and she chuckled at your words, amusement etching across her features "Yeah, that's obviously why you're letting me fuck you" She couldn't help but find this funny. You were always so confident, acting like she had no power over you and had her believing she couldn't bring you down no matter what, that whatever she did to you was useless...until now. So finger drunk, you needed her; it only served to boost her ego, making her realize that you weren't so bulletproof and unreachable after all.
"You dress like a fucking slut. Why do you even dress like that, hm? So that Luke guy can drool over you?" It was as if a floodgate had opened, and all her pent-up thoughts suddenly came pouring out as she kept finger-fucking you, her thumb teasing your clit every now and then. "L-luke?" You echoed her words perplexed, wispy brows furrowing together as you struggled to keep yourself quiet. You couldn't even fucking remember a guy named Luke, yet, there she was, acting like a jealous girlfriend while fucking you. "Yeah, Luke âfuck. you have an idea of how bad I've been wanting to bend you over your stupid desk and fuck you hard?" Her tone was rough, her voice dripping with jealousy and perhaps possessiveness, not that she had any right to act that way. "I thought you hated me" She snorted at your words, her eyes darkening with desire and a small grin on her face. "I still fucking hate you, don't be pathetic" she snarked out, pumping her fingers harder and deeper into you, curling her digits ever so slightly; she had your legs trembling like crazy and whining like the slut you were. "Hmmâfucking hate you back" you managed to say between a few whimpers. "Y'know what?" she abruptly pulled her fingers out of you, earning a small groan from your part "No no no" you complained, your voice laced with desperation as a small frown appeared on your features. "Take your top off," she commanded without giving you a further explanation "Your bra too." she added. You watched as she rose from the bed, and made her way over to where her backpack lay, discarded on her side of the bed. You followed her movements with your eyes, curious about what she was looking for. She rummaged through the bag's contents for a few moments before pulling out whatever she needed. A fucking purple strap. "Let's see if I can make you hate me even more." You could not look away, keeping your eyes glued on her as the auburnette stripped down her clothes with a purpose. Your eyes remained locked on her body as she moved and shifted, removing her clothing one piece at the other. You watched her put on her strap-on, her body was more muscular and toned than you expected, her well-defined abs making you almost salivate at the sight. "And you expect me to take that shit?" you blunted out, pointing at the long silicone dick standing erect, attached to her body, her v-line prominent "You're gonna take every inch of it, pretty," her tone was demanding, leaving you no room to argue with her decision.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." you firmly retorted, completely reluctant at the idea, but she was already straddling your lap, spreading your legs wide to adjust you into the position she wanted. If anything, your reluctance only seemed to spark a playful glint in her eyes. She was clearly intent on having her way with you. "You gonna be a good girl f'me." She hushed you, holding the shaft still and licking her lips hungrily as she peered at your wet entrance. You squirmed and tried to close your legs but she wouldn't let you. She quickly spread them apart again, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs as she pinned them down to the mattress. "Nah-uh. Spread 'em open f'me, princess. I won't hurt you, promise." Her tone slightly shifted into more gentle one, and her eyes hungrily glazed over you. You let out a shaky breath and tried to relax all the tensed muscles in your body; she made you feel so vulnerable in that position. "Ready?" She asked before pushing the tip in, slowly, stretching your pussy out so good "Ahh, shit" you hissed, eyes shutting immediately at the new sensation, you weren't prepared for it. "Hurts?" you shook your head to reassure her. "Hurts good." She smirked, enjoying the feeling of power that she had over you. She started to thrust in slowly, only pushing an inch in every two minutes, allowing your cunt to adjust to it. She groaned softly, watching you squirm under her, enjoying how much you wanted it from her. "You're so fuckin' soaked, it's going in so easily" she commented, chuckling at your state. You were indeed fucking soaked, your juices dripping down your pussy, making a mess on the sheets. You arched your back when half of her strap was in, pushing your hips down to allow the strap to slip deeper into you, your cervix suddenly yearning for it. You gasped when the slight pain immediately turned into pleasure, your legs were shaking like crazy, so fucking pathetic; she loved the messy state she got you in. "Look at you, god" her voice above a whisper as she took in your naked body and the glistening strap that was sliding in and out of you. "Oh my god," you moaned, wrapping your legs around her waist to push her deeper into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head; all this pleasure was almost unbearable, but it wasn't enough for her. Her head lowered just enough to take your neglected hard nipples into her mouth, sucking on them. You could feel the tip of her tongue circling the hard nub before releasing it with a pop, switching to the other nipple to give it equal attention. Your boobs were better than she had imagined, so fucking beautiful.
"Always bending over when I walk by. Was this what you were trying to achieve?" she rasped out, slamming her dick into you hard. "Ellie!" a muffled cry escaped your lips as the corners of your eyes filled with unshed tears began to glisten, seeing you like this was one of her favorite things. You were so pretty and desperate, she couldn't get enough. The tip of her purple cock was hitting your cervix just right; obscene moans, a symphony of lustful ardor flooded the air filling the hotel room. "I asked you a question, baby" She grasped your chin firmly and forced you to meet her gaze. Your head swiveled back and forth, your brows quivered under her unrelenting gaze. A soft sniffle emanated from your nose as you attempted to produce a clear response "N-no," but both of you knew that wasn't the truth. You were acutely aware of how she gazed at you with unbridled desire and hunger. The way her emerald orbs scrutinized every inch of your body left you flustered, almost as if she could devour you with just her gaze and you couldn't help but like it.
The strap sliding out as she said "Dunno, sounds like a lie to me" only to slam it back in even harder than before, causing you to squeal. Tears welled up, their weight unbearable on your eyelids. "P-please, I can'tâŠ" you pleaded with a feeble voice; it was almost imperceptible to the ear, but she could hear it loud and clear. Her ears were enhanced, honed in on the sound of every little gasp that escaped your mouth, each breath you took, every moan of pleasure. "Can't what, huh?" She appeared to be playing dumb, fully aware of the intense feelings coursing through every fiber of your body. As she moved in and out of you faster and faster, she could not help but feel the heat radiating from every inch of your skin, making her own body burn with desire. She knew that she had complete domination over you, that she had reduced you to nothing more than a helpless puppet at her mercy; she had you crying and moaning like a porn star. "Feeling good, angel?" Your cute whimpers only added fuel to her desire, fueling her to go harder and harder. Her fingers dug into the soft, warm fat of your hips, and her nails sank into the flesh, leaving small crescents behind on your skin. She was not being soft or gentle anymore. Instead, she was rough with you, enjoying her domination and relishing in the feeling of having her way with you.
"Gonna cum on my cock, yeah?" she purred, sending a chill up your spine as her words penetrated your ears, your body was completely at her mercy, and it seemed as though she was the only thing that existed at that moment "No one's gonna fuck you better than me," and you knew she was right. She could feel your walls clenching around her, almost as if you were trying to trap her in. She could tell you were about to cum. The familiar sensation of the knot snapping overcame you, causing you to cry out her name. Your polished nails dug into her back, drawing faint, pink-ish lines that would remain there until the next morning. For some reason, she loved the idea of having a small reminder of what you two had done together on her body. Like a souvenir, one which would bring back fond memories each time she looked at it; Ellie was secretly a sucker for that kind of stuff. Her body pressed closely against yours, her heartbeat as frantic as yours. You could feel every breath she took as she panted on your bare shoulder, the heat of her breath filling your senses and your skin tingling under her touch.
As your high began to fade, she pulled out of you, bringing you back down to earth and back to reality. "Fuck" She breathed out, slowly sinking down next to you on the mattress. You just stared up at the ceiling, completely exhausted and out of breath "Best ride of your life, huh?" both of you were exhausted, but of course, she couldn't resist the urge to tease you a bit more, "Yeah, not bad" You tried to retain the facade of being unemotional and cool, but you were still feeling the aftereffects, your body still trembling "Not bad? I think you have a hard time admitting your feelings" You scoffed at the words; you didn't want to boost her ego and risk her teasing you even more the following day. Your voice stayed calm and composed, but your body language was betraying you. "My feelings for you? I hate you. Nothing more"
"Hate me so much you came all over my dick" She taunted you playfully, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes never left yours for a second, a gaze that was intense and tantalizing. Eventually, you turned to your side to face her, the side of your face sinking into the soft pillow, still blushing from the previous activities, a display of your vulnerability and sensitivity that was hard to hide. Her playful demeanor and teasing were making it difficult for you to keep your cool. "Why do you even go around with that thing?" You couldn't help but ask her the question that had been lingering in your mind the moment she pulled it out of her backpack. "Was planning to use it, obviously," She gestured with her hands as she explained herself. "Not with you, of course." She was quick to add, as if she had predicted the questions that were going to come next from you and you raised your eyebrows at her, your body language showing some skepticism about her answer. Such a fucking liar she was. Sure, she brought it everywhere she went just in case, but she totally dreamt of using it with you, her dirty mind filled with fantasies about the ways she could use it with you. "Such a dick," You rolled your eyes and turned away from her. You could hear her snicker at your words. Unexpectedly, she pulls you closer, her bare chest pressing against your back. Both of you are still sweaty from the night's activities, and you can feel her body heat radiating onto you, her arms wrapped around you tightly. "What're you doin'?" You groaned in protest, trying to get away from her grip. You wanted her to let you go, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel the urge to lean into her touch, a contradiction between your internal feelings and your physical body's reaction. She ignored you and kept hugging you, pulling your body against hers. Your breath hitched as you felt her touch and her body against you. "Spoonin' the shit outta you," She was so nonchalant about it that it drove you crazy. It was almost as if she never really tried to make your life miserable every day. But you couldn't help the flutter in your stomach, your cheeks getting warmer and hotter by the simple gesture. Your body was reacting to her touch without you even realizing which was an unexpected yet welcome feeling. You were thankful for everything that she couldn't see your flushed state. "Yeah, whatever," you grumble, trying to sound pissed off although you're actually feeling quite the opposite. "Sleep well, pretty," She mumbled tiredly, sending a wave of confusion through your body as her lips brushed your shoulder. It was a small gesture, one that should not have warranted this level of reaction. But your body had other ideas. A wave of butterflies erupted in your belly, making you feel a bit dazed for a moment and smile like an idiot.
The following days were filled with unspoken tension and the usual bickering. But this time it was different. There was something more lingering in the air, as though that night you had together had changed the feeling between the two of you. Although the change was subtle, it was there and could not be ignored. She started to think that maybe, she didn't despise you as much as she thought she did, and she started to put up with your behavior as if it wasn't that annoying after all, but she never dared to share that sentiment, as she was afraid you would reject her or not see her in the same way.
She would always find any excuse to touch you briefly, grope your ass or your tits, and to her surprise, you would let her; her hands would brush against your body, her grip lingering just a bit longer than necessary. And she seemed to be getting clingier, she hated not being the center of your attention, even for a second. Even though she knew you were writing an article and had a deadline to make, she could not stand it when you were so dismissive of her need for your attention. She tried distracting you by cupping your breasts, hoping to get your focus off your work, but you would just push her away each time.
"i really, really, need to finish this." shooing her away like a stray dog with a wave of your hand.
She took advantage of your distracted state to sneak under the small hotel desk, one of her tactics to get your attention. The warm palms of her hands gently rubbed both of your knees, a sudden contact that caught you off guard. You jolted at the sensation and pushed your chair back slightly in response, your eyes following her hands as she moved them to your knees. "What're you doing?" You asked her, perhaps with an edge of irritation in your voice, your tone tinged with annoyance and trying desperately to maintain your focus. It was the third time she tried to distract you, and although you found it cute, you needed to finish your article. "What do you think I'm doing?" She looked up at you, raising her eyes to meet yours, as she spread your legs open. She pulled you closer, her hands now roaming freely over your thighs, touching you in ways that made you tremble. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving you alone, and was willing to go to greater lengths to get your entire attention. "Ellie, I seriously need to finish this stupid article," You protested weakly, trying desperately to retain your focus and not give in to her charms. However, the way she was looking up at you from under the desk was more than enough to make you fold the slightest bit. The way her eyes glimmered with desire, the way she was holding your legs and pulling you close to her, it was all taking its toll on your body, making your pussy throb with anticipation and excitement.
"Just wanna help" She shrugged in a playful manner and acted all innocent and cutesy, but the mischievous look in her eyes said otherwise. She was teasing you, knowing full well what she was doing and how she was affecting you, she was enjoying the power dynamic and knew you would not be able to resist her. You sighed and rolled your eyes at her "Fine" You eventually gave in, unable to resist her; an expression of triumph appeared on her face as she knew that her teasing efforts had been successful. "Lean back, beautiful" She demanded softly, her hand reaching up to press on your abdomen to push your back against the chair. You helped her roll up the black skirt to give her better access to your core, making her grin even wider at your willingness. Her fingers immediately hooked onto the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly, revealing your pussy to her. "So fucking pretty" She couldn't help but voice her thoughts, her obsession with your pussy was clear, and she had been dreaming of tasting you ever since that night. It was a shame that she hadn't had the chance before, but she was more than determined to make up for lost time. Already two days had passed from that night and she felt like she was going crazy already.
Her soft lips kissed your inner thighs, sending shivers up your body as they brushed near your sensitive flesh. You could feel her breath as her lips touched your body, and it was an incredible sensation, driving you utterly insane. She loved driving you crazy and she was great at it. "Ellie, your teasing is getting old" You huffed trying to hide how worked up she was getting you. Every touch of her lips on your skin made your body twitch uncontrollably, every caress of her hands sent shivers through your body. Your breath was getting heavier, you could feel your body start reacting to her exploration. "Doesn't seem like it to me, especially judging by your pussy â God, so wet." Before you could even open your mouth to reply, she gave you a small, catlike lick, almost as if she was testing the waters to see how you would react. You felt a jolt through your body as she explored your wetness, sending shivers down your spine and making you squirm in your seat. When she tasted you, she could have sworn her head spun from the sensation, nothing came close to the taste of you. In a quick movement, her arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your dripping cunt closer to her face as she devoured you hungrily. The sensation of her mouth on you was almost unbearable. Her tongue flicked expertly, teasing and tasting every inch of you. The cute sounds she made against your cunt barely audible over your high-pitched moans.
She loved how responsive your body was, how wet you easily got at her touch. It made her stomach do pathetic flip-flops, feeling like a schoolgirl in love. She loved having such control over you, and it made her feel powerful. Your hands gripped the edges of the desk tightly, your breaths becoming more ragged as she continued her work. "Fuck...needâneed more, please."
She knew exactly what you needed and was more than ready to provide it. She slid two fingers inside you, curling them enough to reach your g-spot with such ease that you nearly screamed. You were already struggling to keep your legs open, you could feel your orgasm nearing and she could sense it too. She continued to finger you mercilessly, her other hand holding your hip firmly in place; you always moved a lot whenever you were close; that's what she learned in the last few days. Your head rolled back, your legs tensing up as you felt a surge of pleasure coursed throughout your body. Everything was tense, and your breath heaved slowly, and your mouth hung open. Your entire body was in a state of pure ecstasy, your mind barely able to think clearly as you tried to process the overwhelming sensation. "Guh-od," you choked on your own words, the sounds of your breathing getting heavier and heavier as you came in her mouth, the slight slurping noises she made were absolutely disgusting.
When she pulled away, she was gasping for air, and you could see the satisfaction on her face as she had taken care of you. It was clear that she had enjoyed herself as much as you had, and she had absolutely no regret or shame about what she had just done. Feeling you cum on her fingers and in her mouth was even better than fucking you senseless with her strap. "You taste so fucking-" But you cut her off, grasping her hand still gripping into your hip. The sudden movement made her freeze for a moment, taken by surprise as she was still trying to process the intensity of the moment. "I wanna taste you too." You got up from your chair, pulling her up with you. You held her close to your body, your feet moving slowly towards the bed. As you walked backwards, you kept her just an inches away from your body, your grip tight around her waist. "Oh really?" She cracked a playful smile, amused by your statement, clearly in for whatever you had in store for her. When the back of your knee hit the bed, her hand gently pressed on your chest to push you down onto the bed. Everyone knew how the rest would go, you were bound to continue where she left off.
â© coworker!ellie acted like nothing happened when your little business trip ended, and things went back to how they were. It was as if all the conversations and moments between you two never existed like she had never touched you. She went back to her usual routine of barely talking to you, and when she did, it was usually something negative. You didn't know what to make of her behavior. You expected some kind of reaction from her, but not...this.
â© coworker!ellie would seem completely normal when you were alone, but when you were in your work environment, she became distant and aloof. She would occasionally take you out on dates and be affectionate after your hookups, but it was such a confusing situation to be in; her actions seemed to contradict each other. She'd act like a jealous girlfriend if someone approached you but she wouldn't commit to you.
She always ensured no one was around before touching you or even saying something remotely sweet to you.
She'd sneak behind you and wrap her arms around your waist while you were too busy with something to notice. Her breath would hit the side of your neck, and when you tilted your head to give her easy access, she'd attack your neck with kisses.
Or she'd compliment you, but it'd be in her own style and all.
"You look like a slut in that" followed by a "Can't wait to fuck you tonight"
â© coworker!ellie gave you the silent treatment for an entire week after confronting her about her confusing behavior. You couldn't help but feel frustrated by her lack of communication, and you wondered if it was worth pursuing a relationship with someone who couldn't express her feelings properly. One day, when you arrived at work, you found a beautiful bouquet of red roses sitting on your desk, accompanied by your favorite coffee.
She was leaning against your desk, patiently waiting for you to arrive. You couldn't hide your surprise, and you asked her what it was all about. "Got you a lil somethin'," she said, handing you the roses. You tried to remain calm, but you were still hurt by her previous behavior. How could she ignore you for a whole week and get you roses like nothing happened?
"I'm tired of your stupid mind games" You frowned slightly "What do you want?!" You let out a frustrated sigh. "No weird shit this time, I promise" she said. "I want to make it official between us." You were skeptical, but a part of you wanted to believe her. You had strong feelings for her, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to take things to the next level, but you needed to be sure that she was serious about your relationship, so you didn't accept right away. She needed to earn it.
â© coworker!ellie spent weeks trying to make amends and apologize, but you initially remained distant and unresponsive. She tried to win back your affection with small gifts and kind gestures, but it seemed like that wasn't enough. You only wanted her to publicly demonstrate her affection and show everyone how much she truly cared. Eventually, she seemed to get the hint and adjusted her approach. The way she asked you out was...romantic.
You were way too engrossed in organizing the papers on your desk and you failed to notice her walking up behind you. You could hear her footsteps as she entered your shared office, but you didn't expect her to approach you. You heard the door close, but you were too deep in thought, standing before your desk, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you sorted through the papers. Suddenly, you felt her arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Her lips hovered over your neck, where she left a few gentle kisses that made you instinctively tilt your head to the side.
Her hands lowered to your hips, pushing your butt into her crotch; you pushed back slightly, trying to get away but she was just too tempting, and the feeling of her body pressed against yours was too much for you to resist. "What do you think you're doing?" You sighed, trying to sound annoyed. "I want you." Despite your body craving her touch, you knew better than to fall for her emphasis on the word 'you'. Every part of you was trying to resist, calling you to give in to the temptation of her sweet words, of her tender lips on your necks, but the rational side of you knew that this could not end well. But god, the way she was touching you, her hands fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, it was driving you crazy, she was driving you crazy.
You took hold of her hands and held them firmly to prevent further movement. "You're too much of a pussy to actually treat me right in front of other people" The moment your words left your lips, you could see them reach her and resonate with her in a way that you didn't quite expect. She was visibly taken aback, but she didn't stop what she was doing. "I told you I want you. I'm more than serious," she insisted, her tone serious and unwavering. Her hands lifted your skirt slightly, causing you to immediately glance towards the locked door. "Here? Now?" you internally panicked, and she could feel your body tensing up in her hands, but she hushed you. "Everyone's on a break, no one will walk by," whispering tantalizing words into your ears that set your body on fire and made your heart race. "Just keep it quiet, we'll be quick" so you gave in cause how could you not? the way she kept pushing your ass closer to her pussy was just enough for you; her body language screamed desperate, and honestly, so did yours.
Her lips kept kissing your neck, and she knew exactly where the sweet spot was; she knew your body like the back of her hand. Her hands slowly trailed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them, massaging them in circular motions through the fabric. A stifled whimper echoed in the small office and you could feel yourself getting wet, your pussy throbbing like crazy already. "Y-you can't just...do this and act distant when we're in public" she already had you stuttering and struggling to keep your breath even, your voice coming out a lot softer than intended, making her smirk against your soft skin. "I want you" She repeated, her tone serious and sultry, like a serpent tempting you with her words, luring you in with her touches; you sighed at her words. "What kind of I want you are we talking about?" You watched her hands roam all over your body, and they seemed to have a life of their own. She pressed your back into hers, her tattooed arm trailing down to your skirt, sliding under it and inside your panties. "I want to fuck you, I want you to cum on my fingers, and I want you to be mine," you gasped when her fingers found your clit with such ease, rubbing it "Be yours?" You uttered weakly, trying to contain your whimpers. The sensation of her touch was too intense for you to keep quiet, and every little sound you made felt like a confession; you wanted this, you wanted her hands on you, and you wanted her lips. She hummed back in response. "Be mine."
"Ellie, I want to be your-" You let out a slight moan as she rubbed your throbbing nub faster, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hands reached out to grip the edge of the desk to support yourself as your poor legs were starting to give up. The feeling was overwhelming, almost as if she was controlling every inch of you with her touch, and your body was telling you that you had no control anymore. "What was that, huh?" Her tone was mocking, and she loved seeing you squirm and twitch in her grip. Every tiny movement of your body was like a sign that she had that control, that you were her puppet and she was the master in this little game of hers. She loved playing with you, making you lose control, and watching you react to her touch, her words, everything she did. "Girlfriend," you gasped out, finishing your sentence. "You wanna be my girlfriend, baby?" to which you responded with a moan and nod. Without warning, she pulled her hand out of your panties and pushed you down onto the desk. Your whole torso was pressed against the cold surface of your desk, accidentally scattering the papers you were organizing earlier. The girl wasted no time in pulling your skirt up, her green irises focusing on the wet spot she had created â fucking soaked; she licked her lips hungrily, pulling your pink underwear down. "Tell me what else you want, pretty" her fingers tracing your slit teasingly, collecting all your slick and messily smearing it all over your pussy. You shut your eyes, remembering yourself to keep it quiet.
"So ready for meânice and wet, just how I like it." Before you could give her a proper answer or anything, she smoothly slid two fingers into your hole, sounds of pleasure filling the small room, hoping no one could hear you. "Want you to...fuck...treat me better," Her fingers picked up the pace, pumping in and out of you faster, almost giving you no time to adjust to them, she was so fucking desperate to make you cum on her fingers and god if anyone walked by, they would've been fucking traumatized, it was fucking obscene. Ellie finger fucking you from behind; she had you bent on your desk, just like she had always dreamt of.
"Treat you better, got it â Keep talking, princess." She just loved teasing you. She had you wildly writhing on your now messy desk, struggling to keep your mouth shut, yet she loved it. She loved the tremble in your voice as you tried to keep those cute little whimpers of yours at bay. So dreamy, such a slut you were for her. "I was so- mmphâŠupset when youâŠignored me for a week." Each moan, each gasping breath, told her exactly how close she was bringing you to the edge. And oh, how Ellie loved being in control of that. "Yeah? I made you all sad?" her tone was mocking again, and her fingers moved faster and harder with each word that came out of you just to make it extra harder for you to hold your moans, such a cunt she was. You moaned in response, but apparently, that wasn't enough for her. "No, princess. I wanna talk it out. Use your words."
You whimpered and pushed your hips backward, meeting her thrusts. "I was...Ellie, please..." but she clicked her tongue "Was what?" She urged you, demanding that you finish your sentence. You couldn't see her face, but you knew just by her tone that a cocky grin lingered on those freckled features you loved so much. "Upset, con- confused" you stammered, bucking your hips against her hands as she kept fingering you mercilessly. "Why?" she knew exactly why, it was just an excuse to keep you talking. "Cause I couldn't understand, I just- 'm close." slutty moans echoed in the small office, no longer caring if anyone who passed by would hear you, you were far too gone for that, far too gone to think and use your brain. "I know angel, just tell me how you felt." all your juices making a mess of her hand, not that she cared, you were dripping all over her fingers and hand; completely enamored with the way your body reacted to her touch.
"I just wanted you and- oh my god!" and just like that, you exploded on her fingers; she hovered over your body, bending down over you just to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, her fingers still buried deep inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm. Your breathing was ragged, panting like a dog. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" she whispered in your ear, leaving a few kisses on your neck. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah?" she echoed with a cheeky smile creeping up her face, though you couldn't see it. "Yes, but I'm not your fucking secret." you tried to sound threatening and she couldn't help but chuckle dryly at your words, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Not gonna be my little secret."
And she kept her word.
â© coworker!ellie went from your biggest hater to your biggest fan. Could you imagine it? Well, no one could. She would bring you up in any context or situation, always speaking so highly of you. Your boss was taken aback by the sudden shift in her attitude. The same-room-same-bed mistake was indeed just a way to help you resolve your issues but never he expected that the two of you would hit it off so well, let alone dating. Safe to say that no one saw it coming.
"Could you give this to y/n?"
"Who?"
"y/n"
"Ohhh...my girlfriend? Sure, will do." throwing 'the bomb' like that so randomly, obviously left your boss thinking she was just joking. No one actually believed her until you confirmed it.
â© coworker!ellie couldn't stop yapping about you to everyone in your workplace (and outside), it was almost nauseating how much of a lovesick girl she became overnight, shocking. No one could stand her ass for more than two seconds. Constantly talking and rambling about how perfect and beautiful you were, how good you were in what you did â basically acting like a proud girlfriend, showing you off at any chance she got.
â© coworker!ellie wears one of those customized 'i love my gf' shirts with your face just to embarrass you.
"Ellie, what. the. fuck. are you wearing?" you wanted to be mad, pissed, but it was genuinely funny and you found yourself unable to contain your laughter. She looked utterly stupid in that but you couldn't help but smile.
"Told you, not gonna keep you a secret. Everybody needs to know." and she was so dramatic about it, making a bunch of customized things with your face. Shirts, boxers (which you really liked), mugs that she'd keep in her office, either to use them or to just put all her pens in, jackets, anything.
â© coworker!ellie was always sticking to you like glue, never leaving your side no matter where you were. She would follow you around the office like a puppy, her hands always on your body. You couldn't have a conversation with anyone without her hovering nearby, listening in. She would steal quick kisses from you whenever she got the chance, be it in a meeting or in the presence of others.
Dina stood casually leaning against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of her. Jesse, her boyfriend, emerged from his office with a broad grin on his face, looking a little bemused. Dina couldn't help but smirk "You owe me 50 bucks," she announced, her voice ringing with the sound of victory. Jesse looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "You saw it coming?" he asked her incredulously, raising an eyebrow. The brunette shrugged, the smirk still firmly in place on her face. "It was bound to happen at some point," she stated "and I won, so...50 bucks." She held out her hand, waiting for Jesse to hand over the cash. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his girl's enthusiasm. "Fine, you win," he said, handing over the money. "And you're taking me out for dinner tonight," she added with a grin, her tone smug. "Anything for you, my love,"
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