#I'm gonna suck on one of my dicks and then fuck myself with it tomorrow
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My type is so fucking dumb and specific but it drives me crazy when people fit it.
Like, doms who have sub vibes who are confident enough to let you act all dominant without feeling emasculated. Who get all shy and blushy when you complement them, who are soft n will give you everything you ask for but also be mean n tease you about it first. Then go from goofy and adorable one minute to being scary and telling you off the next. Where you can't let your guard down because you don't know when it'll happen next
I love being able to get away with anything I want because they care about me and want me to be happy
#this is a draft#because i don't have the ability to post now that they see them#eventhough they probably won't even check the account regularly#so uh if you do see this the day i posted it#I'm gonna suck on one of my dicks and then fuck myself with it tomorrow#you should join me#please#miss your voice#queer nsft#lgbt nsft#nblw nsft#nsft#lesbian nsft#sapphic nsft#wlw nsft#nsft wlw#wlw ns/fw
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It's their first vacation as certainly-more-than-friends (because Billy is afraid of the word couple).
They are at a beach, so far away from Indiana that Steve isn't sure he knows what Hawkins looks like anymore.
Billy is sprawled out on a giant red beach towel, drinking beers from a can. He yawns and gives Steve a lazy smile, reminding Steve of a big cat.
Billy at the beach is marvelous. Steve is glad he bought a camera just for this trip.
Billy is still afraid to sit too close to Steve, afraid someone will notice that they aren't just two guys hanging out if their knees might touch. But he's more carefree, laughs louder and shakes his mullet after getting out of the water, getting Steve wet, too.
They are running out of drinks and Steve gets up to get another round. Something else catches his attention.
A pink cocktail. With a white flower on top. He takes it.
If summer was a drink, it would be this. He's grinning, when he comes back to Billy.
"What the fuck?" Billy glares at Steve. Like someone will take a look at this drink and two guys on separate beach towels and deduces that they are fucking. Steve knows Billy is afraid, but this is ridiculous.
"It's tasty," he says, still sucking on the straw. "Do you want to give it a try?"
"No." Billy purses his lips.
Steve sighs and hands him the plastic cup.
Billy sips the drink carefully- like it could be poisonous. His eyes sparkle and he takes a big gulp.
"Strawberry," he murmurs. Billy loves strawberries. Steve has never seen anyone eat that many strawberries. He swears Billy has been living off them for weeks now.
"Can I get my drink back?" Steve asks. He already knows the answer.
Billy chugs it down. "Here," he hands Steve the empty cup.
"I'm getting another one," Steve says. "For myself. Do you want one, too?"
"It's a girly drink," Billy huffs.
Steve rolls his eyes. He had some trouble too after discovering that he likes dick as much as pussy and even worse, that he likes Billy Hargrove - but it's just rum disguised as strawberry.
He gets them more. Billy scowls at him, but grins into his drink.
The heat and the liquor get to their heads. On the way to their motel, Billy slides one arm around Steve. He has never touched him in public. It's playful, like they are two drunk dudes and well, they kind of are.
"It's not gay to like pink drinks," Billy slurs into Steve's ear.
Steve snorts. Billy drank all their beers, too. Someone's going to bitch about his hangover tomorrow.
"It isn't," he agrees.
"It's gay to like Steve," Billy puts one and one together.
Steve's heart flutters. Billy never talks about his feelings. "Maybe," he says.
"It's very gay," Billy assures him when they stumble through the door of their room.
"Okay, you wanna lay down?" Steve closes the door and tries to help Billy who is swaying a little.
"I wanna fuck." Billy presses a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "I wanna make.. you know..."
Steve feels warm. They haven't said it. Steve had thought it many times.
"Sure, babe." Steve guides Billy to the bed. "Let's make love - but maybe tomorrow."
"'m gonna rock your world, Steve."
Within seconds Billy lies on the bed, snoring loudly. His lips are stained from the strawberry juice and there's a white flower behind his ear.
Billy is rocking his world every day. Steve snaps a photo. They are getting there.
#summer vibes summer idiots#I know I write a lot of ficlets at the moment but I can't stop#feel free to ignore me lol#harringrove#billy x steve#billy hargrove#harringrove ficlet#steve x billy
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11:11 — afab!reader x jaehyun.
pairing: afab!reader x jaehyun.
genre: smut.
summary: you've received a voicemail message.
warnings: horny!jaehyun, dirty talk, masturbation, mention of drank sex, edging, breeding kink.
words: 0.3k
*Baby… are you still awake?
Sorry i-
I know it's a bit late
but
I need you.
Really really need you.
I...
I fucked a lot today.
A lot lot lot
Oh yeah
That was good.
But I don't even remember all the cunts I filled up.
Hahaha
I fucked one girl when I was drank. That was fun. I think she… couldn't take all my big dick haha.
Y'know
my problem, babe…
is the more I fuck, the more I want to.
I'm fucking obsessed.
A fucking perv…
I was late at our last concert because of that.
They scolded me, you remember?
But...
You know what makes me crazy even more?
The fact I can't stop thinking about you.
Fuck this shitty concert
Fuck those dumb whores.
I don't need them.
'Cause I want to see you right now.
I miss your pussy soooo much… I want to eat it so bad, fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck-
You... should see how my cock is swollen…
I need you to suck it or
it will explode, otherwise…
Where are you?
Do you miss me too?…
I'm touching myself, right now.
And I imagine you bouncing all over my big dick. Licking my huge tip…
It's so wet... It started to cum a bit…
Fuck… I'm jerking off since ten minutes…
I…
Han…
Fuck…
'm gonna c…
I-I wanna see you… Please… come to see me… I become totally crazy without you…
Baby… baby… haa…
Fuck, yes…
Wanna suck your fucking beautiful breasts…
And then make you a child… Cum and pour all your pretty little cunt with all of my cum…
Haaa…
Please, c-come to see your man…
I'm… jerking off like a crazy… ha… hahaha… Can you… hear…? How I'm noisy when I think about your pussy…
Yeah…
Fuck, my…
my balls are hurting…
They're so full… Damn... Why I'm always… this hard when I think 'bout you…
Hmm…
Aah…
I love you…
I-… Shit... I'm cum--…!*
*... Baby?
Baby. That was good.
Still love to shout your name when I cum.
I miss hearing you scream mine.
I... want to see you. As soon as possible.
Do you think you'll be able to make it to the airport tomorrow?*
#jaehyun smut#jaehyun x reader#nct smut#jaehyun#jaehyun scenarios#jaehyun imagines#jung jaehyun#nct#jaehyun fic#nct 127
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Ayayui?
Ayato's POV:
There's this one human holiday I'm fond of, I think it's called Halloween or something like that, humans get to dress up and scare each other, a concept called "trick or treat." I told Yui about it, and she said it was just for kids. Kids get to scare the living shit out of people on this day? I'd love to be a human child if that's the case. It wasn't halloween today or anything, but it would be fun to scare the fuck out of her, and fuck her in the process too.
When I was at the shopping district yesterday I found a ghostface mask, the ones that were used in that American Movie about the killings, it wasn't even scary, I've killed people in more creative ways before, they should take notes from me. Anyway, I ended up buying the mask, I'm going to use it for a scheme.
"Hey tiny tits, wanna watch a movie with me tonight? There's no school tomorrow." I ask her, then state. She gives me that suspicious look, she's really learning. "What movie..?" she questions. "It's an American movie, I know you suck at English so I purchased it with subtitles, what do you say?" I asked her again. She still is giving me hesitation. "You know I went out of my way to do this, the least you can do is watch it with me." I guilt trip and it works, she agrees. "Alright, I'll meet you in your room in a few minutes, get comfy." I command. "Why not the living room?" she asks, I smirk at her. "Cause' we might get horny and start fucking like rabbits." I let out, jokingly but I wasn't actually joking. She rolled her big eyes at me, anyway I went back to my room to retrieve the mask and I hid it well.
We plopped onto her bed, after I turned on the movie, "I said get comfy, this is your bed. Why are you sitting all the way over there?" I ask her, she scoots over a little closer and I grab her, getting us in a cuddling position. We start watching the movie, I believe this was Scream 1, the original it was old but still pretty good quality.
Finally the movie was over, “Ayato why do you like watching such strange movies at night?” She asks me, I yawn “they just help me sleep better, I’m gonna call it a night” I tell her, then leave. She didn’t seemed scared it wasn’t really scary to begin with. But I was going to wait for her to go into the bathroom to mess w her. I put on the ghost face mask and hide in her bathroom, I take out a dagger, it was a real dagger too. Maybe 10 mins go back and she finally goes into the bathroom, she took off her towel she was nice and naked, I wanted to just rail her by the sink instead at this point- that would be an even better idea. I ran up behind her and cover her mouth, holding the dagger to her throat. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” I say in an attempt to sound like a ghost face killer. “What the..?! Ayato let go of me!” She yelled out, “I’m the ghost of billy loomis if you watch that movie you summon me.” I said to her, trying to sound convincing who knows if it’ll work or not? Would be hilarious either way.
She tries wrestling out of my grasp but I have a secure grip on her, I pressed up myself against her ass, I got a little hard in the process I’ll admit that. “You like it rough don’t you pancake?” I say then realized I slipped up by calling her that. “Ayato…it really is you??” She sounded relieved. I grab her ass cheek, then bend her down, I wiggle out of my pants a little and slide my dick right into her, fuckkkk it felt so good that first insertion always does it. I start fucking her fast, pulling her head back and keeping my hand gripped to her throat, I kissed her shoulder blade . Fucking in this mask made me feel super hot. After a few minutes I change the position, I turn her to face me, and I lift her up fucking her standing up, she had her legs crossed on my wait and held me super close, I wasn’t going to drop her but I definitely was going to nut. A few more strokes and I really did.
#diabolik lovers#diabolik boys#dialovers#yui komori#diabolik brothers#diahell#smut#ayato sakamaki#yui x ayato#ayato x yui#ghostface#scream 1996#smut diabolik lovers#smut fic
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Permanent Red Stain: Part 3
(WARNING: TAGS: Slutty, Choso smut, bossy choso, sexy choso , 18+, Rough Sex. Unprotected sex, fluff)
KyiGo, is a woman in her 30's, divorced from her ex after 5 years of marriage, leaving her with a two year old daughter to raise. After a year of being single, trying to find self-love and her self-worth again, she finally wanted to step back out into the world and discover something worth wild. From understanding her hatred to understanding the person that it turned her into, she will always try and do what's best for her baby girl. Even if it meant sacrificing her happiness? Even if that may mean stepping into a new love she never imagined? Or breaking the cycle of being afraid to love again....
“So….what would you say to letting me take you out?” -Choso
“So..Did you fuck her yet?”
“No…Gojo..’DAMNIT’! How many times are you going to fucking ask me that?” Satoru Gojo was the type that gave no fucks when it came to sexual emotion. He was pretty swift at personally turning his emotions off when it came to certain women. Probably because he was hurt so much, and most of it was due to the way he looked and how he carried himself. From my understanding and the little things he's said to be, Sato had a habit of keeping his guard up even if he felt like he was in a position to make the best out of a bad relationship. That was just him. He was waiting for the right one.
Gojo, stood 6’2, blonde, blue eyes and he was a sweet soul. He mostly stayed to himself and worked everyday, every week. He was the official type who liked his peace and so did I. That was probably one of the only things that we had in common.
“Until you tell me that you fucked her….” Gojo was my boy and one of the only people that I actually associated myself with. Satoru was a soft man...and he tried to hide it with everything fiber in his being. Coming to the tattoo shop was a way I could tell that he released his steam from his everyday life. Not that I could blame him for it because I used to be in the same position he was in emotionally.
Preparing my ink needles for tomorrow's appointments, I decided to close up shop early tonight for my date I had scheduled with KyiGo. With Gojo being my left hand man, my brother Yuji would come in tonight and clean up a few retouches I had scheduled. Next to Gojo, Yuji was clean and crips with his work, when he wasn't being a smart ass to all the women who came in. I swear at times the women just came in to fuck with us like we were the “New Blood” in the city. This wasn't motherfucking Vampire Diaries let alone Twilight. So if they weren't with their boyfriends on the weekends, all the local women were hanging out at our shop for the night. (If you get it then you get it. It got to the point to where it was fucking annoying.)
Jumping down into my tattoo chair, almost knocking it off its hinges, Gojo was being too nosey for his own good.
“You going to tell me what she looks like or am I gonna have to guess? You know I don't like guessing…”
I sighed sucking in my bottom lip. Just thinking about what she looked like made my dick hard at times and if Gojo noticed my reaction at the slightest mention of her. “I'm not going to tell you, but I can show you.” Unlocking my phone I handed it to him. I noticed his eyes glimmered and he became quiet. His light blue eyes looked my way with his light bangs slightly pulling a shadow over them. (I've never seen him look at me like this before. Ever. Kinda made me wonder if he knew this girl.)
“Does she know you have a picture of her?” He asked, slightly hanging the phone over his fingers.
I sneered the side of my lip up, snatching my phone back from him, sliding it into my back pocket.
“Of course she does. I actually sent it to her.” (A picture of her and her daughter I took for family-fun day.)
“She's beautiful…” He sighed leaning back in the chair. He turned his head lazily towards me with his arms spread out on the arm rest. He let out a small sigh from the corner of his mouth, throwing his leg around the chair. “Don't fuck this up..Cho.” He stood up patting me on the shoulder and walked over to his station.
My throat all of a sudden became dry, as at the drywall in front of me.
I hope I don't fuck this up….
Yes. He finally had the balls to ask me out because lord knows I didn't have the courage right now. And of course, I said yes…
For the next week whenever I picked my daughter up from school, Choso and I were always caught having a conversation.
Whether if it was about the smallest things, even if it was him complimenting me on any changes I made to my appearance. I could have changed my earrings and he would tell me how pretty they were or how they complimented my skin tone. I noticed my body language started to get more relaxed around him as well. I wasn't as tense as I was from the first time I met him.
And for him having my number…..
He did call me when it came to my daughter. Luri was really a boy in a little girl's body so she was constantly hurting herself while she was at school. But that wasn't any different than it was then when she was at home. She was tough like any other child, but she had her moments when she would cry for me and he wouldn't hesitate to call me to come to the school if need be.
Now when it comes to my ex husband, I don't talk about him. I don't think about him. I don't dream about him. I hardly breathe around him. The only time I communicate with him is for the sake of my daughter and that was it. Anything else was pretty irrelevant. When it came down to our relationship..it was a toxic one. One that I felt like I was alone the whole time and I was the only one doing the work to make it work. I cried so many times thinking to myself that I was a failure and what I was doing wrong. (When in reality it was mainly all him. And it took me to let him go completely to realize that. ) Dealing with someone who couldn't take accountability and never wanted to talk about our issues, was mentally and emotionally draining.. it was over-stimulating in the worst way possible. I knew I wanted something better for myself. A life better for my daughter. I wanted her to see what it was like for someone to love her mother correctly that way in the back of her mind, she would only accept that love in return within her older years. That's all I wanted for my baby girl when that time came.
Saturday night finally hit after a stressful week. It was 8pm. The stars were so bright tonight. Almost like it was a sign that this was the perfect time for our date. We decided to try something different than what we were used to. A coffee and croissant date. I thought it was the cutest idea when he texted and told me the night before. The plan was to meet up around 9pm at Castain Park downtown. This was an open park with a beautiful water fountain in the middle that stood about 20ft high. It was mainly a place where students from the university came to study during the day but at night, it was a ghost town area.
After dropping off my daughter with my sister that night, I spent a good amount of time getting myself prepared for this date. I didn't tell my sister any details about Choso. Yes my sister Dhay and I were really close. We told each other everything even when I would come down to our sex lives, but I didn't include her in any of this yet. I wanted Choso to be all for me at the moment and me only. I wasn't ready to talk about him or introduce him to my family or even my best friend. I just wasn't ready.
I decided on keeping my look clean and simple for the night. Tight white long sleeve, black wide leg pant, black Dynasty Combats, and my fave black trench. The makeup was simple and sweet like honey. Mascara, a couple beauty moles added to the many I already had. A soft red lip with my fenty beauty gloss boom over it. I straightened the top of my hair so it covered some of my undercut, but not the fresh designs I had got cut in layers for tonight's date. I added a touch of my favorite Billie Ellish number 2 perfume. Not too much, but just enough to where he couldn't get enough. All in all, my prescription glasses finished the look. I was so nervous at this point that I could feel my whole body shaking as I stood in front of this 20ft fountain trying to keep warm plus keeping my damn nerves from being shot and walking off. This was the first date I've been on in a while, so you can understand my frustration.
“Hello beautiful…” I felt a small tap on the back of my shoulder and I Instantaneously calmed down. My breathing became shallow and my heart skipped a beat. I turned around, making eye contact with choso. “ I was hoping to make it here before you did.” He said with a slight smirk. (God this man was so beautiful.) Holding a coffee holder with what smells like two Chai lattes and two cinnamon rolls, this angel came prepared. He stood above me with his hair down today, the sides tagged behind his ears, bangs hanging softly over his eyes. A white leather jacket, with a thick black turtleneck sweater. (But not too thick that I couldn't see his build bulging through it.) Light black jeans that cuffed his ass perfectly, so perfectly I could see his print fighting for its life underneath too. Hell yeah baby….you could cut the sexual tension we had with a knife. He sported a pair of black yeezys but to top off his look with a couple of black metal rings and a pair of simple studs in his ear. I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip when I was standing in attention in his sight. I wasn't going to try to hide it. Neither was he as he licked his lips, blushing as he looked down to the ground. “ Hmmp..” that little sligh sound he always makes out the side of his mouth as he rubbed the edge of his bottom lip with his thumb. (I swear…at this point I could feel my body on fire. The things I felt in this moment, were about to push me on the verge of tears)
(…fucking intrusive thoughts…)
Taking the coffee holder out his hand, we started walking to a nearby bench to have a seat. “You look very handsome Choso.” My face turned red as we finally sat down. I handed him his latte and his cinnamon roll. “Thank you Angel Bean.”
Angel Bean? That was a new one. But it was so cute so I couldn't complain. “So what made you pick Castain Park out of all places?” I asked as I slowly sipped my latte and brought it down from my lips, I could feel some about to drip down my chin, but before I could catch it Choso brushed his finger across my chin catching the access with his thumb, then slowly began rubbing it in his inner lip to taste. His gaze then shot up to me, sultry and low, licking his lips after. My panties were instantly wet. So wet that I knew if I weren't wearing jeans, I'd definitely leave a permanent stain.
He leaned back taking the sight in then sighed. “No one really comes here at night so I thought this would be the perfect place for us to get to know each other better.” He sipped his coffee, spreading his legs open.. his knee touching mine. “So how's Luri?”
“Luri?” He was really asking about my daughter. Wow! (Can you be mine now....?)
“Yes Luri”? He giggled.
“She's fine. She's with my sister right now.”
“She's such a good kid. I really enjoy being around her.”
Those words…. Meant a lot to me. Best believe I didn't take those words lightly, but from him you could tell it was sincere. “Yes she is. She's a mommy's baby. She's my everything ..Cho.” I never really discussed my ex with Kamo. He knew very little details but that was something we both knew from body language to never touch. It was the past and it was going to stay there until it was safe to talk about. He looked at me and smiled and I gave him the warmest smile I could, as I enjoyed every bit of his company.
We spent about another hour at the park walking and talking. At one point he grabbed my pinky wrapping around his. I couldn't help but smile. To be honest.. I haven't felt this in a long time.
The feeling of slight comfort and protection.
She really….makes me feel like a normal person. I can't fuck this up. -(Choso)
“Would you like to come to my house for a little? Get you out of this cold weather and warm you up” He asked, rubbing his hands aggressively up and down my back, pulling me into his chest. God… It felt so good…
“Yes, I'd like that!”
Entering his 2024 Honda Crosstour, the car I actually wanted for myself and baby girl, sat up in 17inch rims, was dressed in all black everything. Dark tinted windows and black leather seats. This was my dream car and it was so sexy, especially on him. Dammit … this… this really couldn't be real, especially when he turned the Bluetooth on to Lloyd Swimming Pools. No.. so not . This couldn't be real, but the puddle that decides to drip into my underwear was. Everything was so seductive and quiet about him and it made me so nervous.
The ride to his house was so tense we could have literally fucked in the car in the fifteen minute drive…
It was about a fifteen minute car ride to his house. I didn't pay attention to where we were nor at that moment did I really care. All my little attention was solely on him. His sexy plump lips, his dark hair he went ahead and tied at the top of his head into a messy bun. The muscles that stiffened out his sweater as he opened the passenger door, taking off his leather jacket, while helping me out. He then took my hand walking me up to his pitch black door. I could literally feel my pussy throbbing between my legs just by standing next to him.
Opening the door to his home he let me in first, following me after locking the door behind him. Flipping on a light switch the first thing I noticed was a large, and expensive, off-black stereo system that stood up against the wall that he connected his phone to. It automatically started playing Neyo Say-it ….
(One of my all time favorite songs! Its almost like this man knew exactly what I liked when I needed it ..)
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him drop his jacket to the floor.
“Kyi. Go…” He softly whispered behind me, placing both of his hands around my waist, gripping me tight. His breathing started to get heavier as his grip got even tighter. So tight I could feel his nails slightly dip into my skin.
As I turned around, looking him in his eyes as my body twisted in his grip. “Cho…so..” I said softly as my eyes met his. His eyes low, full of desire and power for me. The type of power a man has when you know he has you right where he wants you. And that's where he had me…
He aggressively leaned in kissing my lips as I let my lips match the movement of his. The kiss was wet and nasty. Our tongues fighting each other as if they were fighting for their lives. “Choso…” I moaned in his mouth, my face pushed forcefully on top of his. My hands grabbed the back of his nape as the kiss reached a deep passion of aggression. He then threw my hands to the side, taking off my coat and throwing it to the ground as our lips were still locked as we leaned back from each other but our tongue tips still touching. Slowly moving his hands down my hip dips, he gripped his fingers under my ass, lifting me up, walking me through a dark hallway. I felt this intense rage throughout my whole body as he carried me. Lifting my shirt over my head, I threw it on the floor and started to get aggressive as I grabbed the side of his face forcing him to put his back against the wall. My mouth went for the right side of his neck, my tongue engulfing every inch of him, as the taste of him rolled up from his collar bone, right below his ear where I softly bit into him.
“Fuuuuuuuckkk….” He moaned out loud still having a grip on me. With his moan I bit harder which caused him to spin me into the wall. I swear for a split moment he had slightly knocked me out but when I came to, his face was not only just worried in that instant but he didn't want it to stop. I could feel the wall dent in behind me as he used one leg to hold me up and used his other hand to tear my bra completely off. His beautiful low eyes stayed fixed on mine as he then carried me to the bedroom.
“Are.. you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you..” He whispered heavily in my ear as he held me in his grip.
“It's okay..” I whispered back. My voice was shaken with anticipation of what was to come next, as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Opening the door with one hand he quickly threw me on his bed, taking my underwear off with my pants and shoes. He flipped the light switch on and stood there quietly for a split second, sizing me up while I laid completely naked on his bed.
“You're so fucking beautiful KyiGo and don't ever let anyone ever tell you any different.” I could feel my pussy leaking all over his bed with those words that just came from his lips. My nipples. hard for him. My mouth, watering for him. My mouth needed to taste him and every part of his body needed to feel him. My body was shaking uncontrollably. My pussy throbbed to the point to where it felt like it had a heartbeat of its own.
He began to undress, taking off his sweater and tossing it to the closet door. His body was amazing. Especially the tattoo that tied around his waist. His thick fingers started undoing his belt on his pants, to finally dropping his pants with his underwear to the floor. Stepping out of them he walked up, his dick slapping his inner thighs. His dick was huge and the grith was deliciously thick. My eyes widened with fear at first, but as I calmed down, I felt it was just enough to fill me the way I needed to be filled. I happened to notice he also had a tattoo of a dove right above his waistline. It was so delicate but it was perfect for his stature. I couldn't take my eyes off it as my breathing became heavy, feeling the touch of his cool hands spreading my legs apart.
“Look at me…” He whispered in a soft tone, using one finger to lit my chin up, making full eye contact with him. While using his other hand to take his dick, rubbing it against my sobbing wet clit.
“Yes..Cho..”
“Don't stop looking at me ..”
I nodded. Obeying every command he told me. Gripping the sheets above my head with that one hand, he swiftly interested himself in me with the other.
“Shiiiiiiiit Choso!” I moaned loudly, arching my back as my breast set up straight to his face. In that instant he shot his arm under me thrusting in harder as he groaned steering up the side of his face as he groaned deeply. (God he was so sexy when he made that face.) He moved his grip up my back forcing me to release my arch so now my focus was back on him. My legs arched around his waist pulling him in deeper as my mouth connected back with his. He began to kiss me harder as he hit my spot, moving his throbbing penis in and out of me as my body began to shake with his movements. “You feel so fucking good Choso…”
“ Tell me…” He began to pant, his mouth open as he looked down into my eyes. “ Tell me what you want..” He asked as our bodies continued to rock together, shaking his bed more violently. “Tell me what you want so I can give it to you”
“I want you to fuck me Choso…!” He leaned over licking my top lip. His thrust slowed as he wrapped his arm under my leg, pulling them over his shoulder. We both let out a loud Gasp of pleasure as if felt like he was hitting past my g-spot as he sped up. My hips matching his pace the best way they could. “Please Don't ..fucking stop…” I was cut off by my own cry as he bent down placing his tongue in my mouth. Sweat dripped from his forehead to mine.
“ Fuck baby you feel so good.” He placed his other hand down on my stomach to keep me from moving as my clit quickly rubbed up against him as he used his force to move upward. “ Cum for me baby… I need you to cum.” I could tell he was about to give out at any moment as I felt his body shaking. “Fuuuckkk KyiGo you're so wet for me….” I tried to press his body back with my hand but he wasn't fucking having that. He lowered his face to mine, our noses touching. “ Move your fucking hand..” He said in a sultry, sexy ass voice, that made me feel like I had no choice but to obey him. “Now.. be a good girl..” He started moaning loudly.. “ Cum for me..”
I couldn't hold it any longer. Gripping the sheets with both hands, my eyes began to roll in the back of my head. Biting my bottom lips hard I felt my orgasm finally burst from underneath me all over him. My body began to shake violently as he suddenly grabbed my hips, pressing his fingers deep into my sides. My eyes filled with tears and my lips trembled as my pussy started to leak on his dick that was still throbbing inside of me.
“Choso… baby… Im cumming.." I cried out loud as one of my hands tightly gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin.
“Fuuuckk Kyi…Shit….” He groaned out loud as his hot cum shot inside of my wet cunt. My pussy was still milking him dry as his body shook above mine.
He finally dropped my legs to the bed, breathing heavily with an accomplished grin on his face. Our bodies began to twitch with one another as he then collapsed onto me, both of us breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around him, placing a kiss on top of his head.
Shit….
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SMUT MINORS DNI
298. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night.
299. "Did...did we use protection?"
300. *wakes up, sees __ and screams'
301. "Good girl."
302. "Good boy."
303. "Come here."
304. "Can I tough you?"
305. "I'I guide your hands."
306. "Oh fuck me." "That's the plan."
307, "Open up."
308. "The night's still young."
309. "One more cheesy pick up line and I'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck you
front of everyone.
310. "If you try wearing that out, I will rip it off of you."
311. "How about I take you under the table right now with my fingers?"
312. "My parents are home!" "Then I guess you'll have to be quiet.
313. "I need you in every shape of the word. I need you emotionally, physically, and at th
exact moment, sexually too."
314. "So you're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"
315. "I'm sorry - are you sure you-"
316. "I think you'll be happy to know I'm nit wearing any underwear."
317. "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?"
318, "You look good all soaking wet."
319. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."
320, "If you're going to act like a littie brat, then I'm going to treat you like a littie brat."
321. "I don't care how good it feels, you better not cum until I tell you to."
322. "You take my fingers so well don't you?""
323. "Shut up and take your pants off."
324. "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."
325. "Do you need me to finger you first?"
326. "Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"
327. "You better be quiet or everyone going to know what a naughty little slut you are."
328. "Maybe if I punish you, it'll help you remember who you belong to next time
329. "Do you want it on your back, or would you like to be on your stomach?"
330. "Oh honey, you know you really shouldn't tease me."
331. "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself,"
332. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"
333, "H love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan
334. "Don't fight your orgasm. Just relax."
335. "Too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with you in my mouth."
336. "It's your fault I'm like this."
337. "You did this to me, now fix it."
338. "If you don't pump me now, I'll stuff my dick inside you. I don't care if it'l hurt."
339. "First you're going to get down on your knees, then you're going to taste me."
340, "Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me.
341. "Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back."
342. "I'm going to remember this moment when I'm jerking off later."
343. "| bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?"
344. "Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep your focus while I suck your cock."
345. "I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside me. Right now."
346. "I took a few sexy photos, so you have something to masturbate to when I'm at we
347. "Be rough with me. Blindfold me. Throw me against the wall, I can handle it."
348. "Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing up and down."
349. "Let's get drunk and have sex in the riskiest place we can find."
350. "Take off from work tomorrow. You'll be too sore to go in."
351. "Want to play some games at the arcade? Or should we stay home and play with eachother?"
352. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going to be yanking on it sc
353. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going, to be yanking on it so
354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together.
355. "You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever going to change."
356, "Help me put on the condom. I want to feel your hands over me."
357. "My body wants you as badly as my heart does.
358. "You have total and complete control over me."
359, "I can't believe how wet you are already."
360. "If I serenade you, will you strip for me?"
361. "1 looked at your naughty pictures at work today, and I couldn't get rid of my hard
362. "You're too flexible for your own good."
363. "Let's fuck in the shower so it feels like we're kissing in the rain."
364. "I can tell you're stressed. Let me fix that."
365. "I made you a bath. Want to take it together?"
366. "I bought us a new mattress, since we wore out the old one.
367. "If you keep fucking me this good, I'll marry you."
368. "1 just showered, but I don't mind taking a second one with you."
369, "We're the sexiest couple I've ever seen."
370, "I want you to be my wife, so I can do naughty things with you for the rest of my li
371. "You have a voice like an angel and a body I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wont get to see those pretty eyes."
372. You're the reason 1 smile so wide and come so hard.
373. I love that the sexlest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too.
374. Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine.
375. The only thing hotter than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile
376. You don't belong in my bed. You belong on magazine covers.
377. That guy was totally checking you out. Want to invite him home with us?
378. I can't believe I found a woman who can cook as good as she fucks. a devil."
379. "I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes."
380. "I love that the sexiest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too."
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Dirty Little Secret - A Roman Reigns One-Shot
They are each other’s escape, too good to let go of. Until they have to let go.
PAIRING: Tribal Chief Roman Reigns x OC
Warnings: LOTS OF SMUT, toxic behavior, cheating, angst
Word count: 10k (Sorry's it's so long 😆)
A/N: ANOTHER ONE! This has been in my drafts for months! Still haven't figured out what genre this story falls under. Maybe y'all can help me out lol. Enjoy!
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Anaheim, California
Roman’s POV
10.35pm. Fresh off yet another great Smackdown in which I was the center of attention as usual. The show went great; I’m still champ, I’m on a high and I know I'm gonna sleep good tonight…Well, when I do sleep, that is.
I step out of the shower and towel myself as I return to the bedroom of my bus. I stop in my tracks and drink in the beauty perched at the edge of my bed, her long legs crossed, her beloved Women’s title on her lap and her phone by her ear. Even in a bathrobe and a silk bonnet protecting her hair, she looks good enough to eat, just like she did tonight, and I plan on having her for my late-night dessert.
Being the face of the WWE, the Tribal Chief and the Head of the Table, I don’t fuck around with just anyone. Tori Milan is as premium as premium gets. The Alpha Female, the Smackdown Women’s Champion, one of the most successful professional wrestlers of our generation, and my fuck buddy. If the fans knew that I get to dick her down on a nightly basis, they would lose their minds. But they would never know. No one would ever know. She’s my sexy little secret and I plan to keep it that way.
“Baby, you know I can’t FaceTime while driving,” she scolds whoever she’s talking to on the phone. I know who it is, but I refuse to acknowledge his existence. Yeah, I’m petty like that, and I’m about to be even more petty in a second.
Stopping at the bed, I move her title belt away, then kneel before her and wrap her legs around my waist. My bare chest is flush against her own as I kiss on her neck while I rub her thighs. Her scent engulfs my senses, bringing me into her world. A small groan rumbles in my chest as I suck a little harder on her throat and push my hands into her robe to massage her breasts. She tries to look mad at me, but the hazy look in her eyes tells me that she’s turned on. So, I switch to a better…distraction.
Kissing and licking a trail down her body, I tuck my head between her legs and grip her thighs so she can’t get away. My tongue jabs between her pussy folds, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning. Spreading her legs wider, I lick and suck her as quietly as possible. That idiot on the phone is still yapping away, oblivious to the fact that his wife is getting this work…again.
“Babe, I hear you, but can we talk tomorrow, please?” She tries to rush through the rest of the call. “Look, I gotta go. I’m about to ride, I mean drive…I’m not cutting you off, Caleb, I need to get going…I’ll call you in the morning, I promise…You too. ‘Night.” Hanging up, she tosses the phone and slumps down to the bed with a loud groan. I bury my face in her depths, dining on her sweetness. Fuck, she always tastes so good. Even better are the noises she’s making as I eat the fuck out of her.
“Eat it up, Daddy…fuck, your tongue...mmph, eat my fucking pussy,” she encourages me.
“So fucking juicy, baby.” I take my fingers and spread her folds open. “Most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, you know that?” Lowering my mouth again, I take my time, licking her opening, over and over. She’s squirming, trying to fight off her orgasm, but she’s no match for my talents. Holding her down to the bed, I twist my tongue around her clit, going fast, then slow. Once I push my finger inside her, it’s a wrap.
“I'm gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming!” she moans, her trembling fingers clutching the back of my head. With a few pumps of my finger, she screams out my name. Her back arches, her thighs quiver as she comes all over my mouth and finger and beard. I lick her all up, her satisfied sighs music to my ears. Pulling her robe completely off her, I usher her further up the bed and keep her flat on her back. On my knees, I hold up one of her trademark long legs. The hunger in her eyes fuels me, and I pat her pussy with my dick as she gasps.
“You know I had a title match tonight, right?” she reminds me. “I wasn’t on just segment duty all night, unlike some people.”
“That’s why I’m the face of the company,” I tell her. “And don’t worry. You can lay there and let me do the work,” I offer, even though it’s not something I do often. But for her, I always make an exception.
“So generous,” she mocks, her teasing giggle vanishing with a moan when I slide inside her. Her legs open wider and I watch my cock slowly split open her pussy, accommodating all my length and girth. She takes me so well with no complaints, and it’s why I always want her in my bed whenever I can have her.
“You looked so fuckin’ hot tonight,” I tell her between thrusts, watching them chocolate titties bounce, “Your new ring gear is sexy as fuck.”
“I had you in mind when I designed it,” she answers. A shiver passes through me as her tight little cunt suckles my pumping cock. Tori smirks as she gauges the look of pleasure on my face. “Mmm, look at you, Big Daddy. You love this pussy, don’t you?”
“The Tribal Chief loves your pussy, babe,” I say, twisting her lower body to the side so her ass pokes out at me. Grabbing a handful of the supple cheek, I begin flexing my hips firmly, grinding all up in the pussy, making her moan over and over. “You like that, huh? You like the way I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her, spanking her ass and watching it jiggle.
“Yeah, it feels so good. Fuck, baby, right there,” Her voice dies out as I shift her knee up to her chest and keep digging into her, massaging her g-spot with my dick which is now covered in her juices. Her wetness is the only sound that can be heard at the moment and it’s hot as hell. I make sure to rub her body while I fuck her, making her feel good. Then, I curve my hand around her throat and squeeze a little, taking her pleasure levels up another notch. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she seems to stop breathing. Pride rushes through me and I lean down to slip my tongue in her mouth for an erotic CPR, bringing my girl back to life as I give her this deep dick. Nobody fucks her as good as I do, not even her lame ass husband.
Our collective breathing is ragged as I pick up the pace, thrusting faster and harder into her. Tori clutches my hips, as though trying to bring me deeper into her, and it prompts me to accelerate. Her pussy tugs my dick with every thrust, dragging me towards my release. I pull out and spread her legs open again, giving both of us brief respite. Stroking my dick for a few seconds, I guide it back inside her, watching her jaw drop and her head arch into the pillow. I lean forwards and pin her knees to the bed, and her moans devolve into throaty cries as I pound her into the mattress. The bed bounces beneath us from how hard I’m going, but shit always feels so good with her that I lose control more times than I want to admit. Gasping and moaning, she stares up at me, gripping my forearms with both hands.
“Shit, babe…yes, fuck me with that big dick, Daddy…”
“Uh huh, take this fuckin’ dick, take it,” I growl at her, switching to deep, grinding strokes that find the bottom of her pussy. My balls tighten, and judging from the way she’s moaning and the rush of warm liquid I feel underneath me, she’s squirting, and squirting generously. Heat courses through my veins, and I keep going. In and out of her, in and out, until my entire body goes rigid. Her pussy pulses and milks my dick, and I nut so hard, it takes my breath away. Panting softly, I can barely hold myself up on my arms; my heart is hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it. A lifetime goes by before I release her legs and slowly start to pull out, but she stops me and rolls me onto my back, kissing me softly as she keeps me inside her. She’s lucky she’s got that Nexplanon because she should be knocked up many times over by now.
"Don't move, I wanna feel you go soft inside me,” she whispers against my lips, her heated body flush on top of mine.
I have zero objections and keep making out with her, caressing her soft skin. Of course, this does little to soften my dick, especially with the way her hips lazily wind against mine. Instinctively, I mimick her, and it turns into a nice grinding session. She’s essentially riding me, and it feels amazing, been that way since our first time all those years ago.
"You got more for me, Reigns?" Tori asks with a knowing smirk, and moans as my hands grip her gyrating backside to keep her down on my erection.
"What if I do, Milan?" I say in response, squeezing her ass, so round and soft in my hands. I could touch her all night, she feels so good.
"You better give it to me, then, cuz I want it," she orders me with another kiss, rocking her hips more persistently. I lean back and rest my arms behind my head in a relaxed position. “Well, baby, if you want it so bad, then take it,” I smirk.
She cocks her eyebrow and smiles, a silent acceptance of my challenge. Planting her palms against my chest, she lifts her knees off the bed and proceeds to ride me like her pussy is asking a question and my cock is the final answer. Her stamina has always impressed me, and the fact that she’s fucking me like this after a twenty-minute title match and one steamy round already, is fascinating. So I let her take what she wants, like I always do. Because I’ve never really known how to say no to her, and honestly?
I never want to.
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C4 Energy Drink photoshoot, New York
I know she can feel my eyes on her. She knows damn well how she should behave at a photoshoot. But she never listens to Daddy, and now I’m forced to act nonchalant as she lowers down with a barbell in a picture-perfect squat, surrounded by all these cameramen watching her poke her ass out, lusting over what’s mine. It makes me want to blow our cover and take her right in front of everybody in here, nosy-ass Bianca Belair included. I’m sorely tempted to, and maybe I will, before the shoot ends.
Forgive the desperation in my tone. We’ve been apart for two weeks as she had to be in San Diego for press while I was stuck at home in Miami, and the separation has driven me crazy. These days I’m much happier to be at work than back home, mainly because of a certain Smackdown Women’s champion, who has dropped the barbell and is now posing with one of the energy drinks. Why the fuck is she arching her back like that? These motherfuckers are practically salivating and I am fighting the urge to physically throw each and every one of them through the glass windows. After an eternity, the Director calls for a break and Tori stands up straight again. I wait for her to go to a secluded corner, and when our gazes meet through one of the stretched mirrors, that is my cue to go over to her.
Blocking her from everyone else’s view, I feel her jolt slightly when I press my front against her side. My hand runs up her hip and my tongue sweeps over her sweaty shoulder. The salty moisture doesn’t faze me; I’ve licked up her sweat many times before.
“You keep bending over like that and we’re gonna have a problem,” I growl in her ear.
“Hello to you too, Reigns. I see your eye-fucking skills have improved,” she tells me.
“So have yours,” I mumble, keeping my voice low as I pull her against my groin. “I've missed my baby girl. Did you miss Daddy, hmm?”
She turns her face towards me and raises an eyebrow. “I guess.” She’s acting nonchalant but the twinkle in her eye gives her away. She’s hot for me and I can prove it. I buck my hips into her, and to my satisfaction, she gasps a little as she feels the evidence of my arousal. The hand I put on her hip slides down to her round ass, my grip generous and possessive.
“Text me when you’re finished,” I instruct her.
She can only nod as I release her and walk away. I feel her eyes on me. The anticipation is making my dick hard, and I might need a cold shower to bring this bad boy down. I shake off all distractions by refocusing on the shoot. I choose to work out with a medicine ball, which is important not only for carrying motherfuckers in the ring, but also my girls when we fuck.
Yes, I said girls. This also includes my wife.
No, I don’t want to talk about it. And fuck you and your judgment.
I’m almost done shooting when my phone buzzes, and what I see when I open it dries up my throat.
Tori has taken a selfie, standing butt naked with her back to what looks like the mirror in a changing room. She’s angled the phone such that her fat, shapely ass is on full display. I look up and I’m just now realizing she’s no longer on set. A text message has accompanied the racy picture.
Come find me, Daddy. I dare you. 💦
I don’t take kindly to dares and she’s about to find that out. Excusing myself, I head for the men’s restroom only to take a sharp turn in the direction of the women’s changing room. Entering carefully, I ensure the coast is clear before heading to the showers. I hear only one running, and I know it’s Tori because Bianca is still outside. Quietly, I take off my clothes and put them aside. I take a peek through the curtain to confirm it’s her, and then rip it open, startling her.
“You really thought I wouldn’t, huh,” I growl, stepping inside and drawing the curtain back shut. I smirk at the gleam in her eyes as they flicker down to my hard dick.
"Guess I was wrong," Tori shrugs, gasping when I abruptly move her towards the shower wall. I pin her face-first against the tiled surface and grind against her round ass, kissing all the way along her shoulders and the back of her neck. I kick her feet wider apart and run my hands over her ass, massaging the fleshy mounds for a few seconds before spreading them open. Wasting no more time, I grab my dick and push into her sweet pussy, and she squirms against me.
"Don't make too much noise, and don’t fuckin’ move," I snarl in her ear. Gripping her waist roughly, I ram myself inside her, hard.
"Fuck,” Tori moans, her hands braced against the wall for leverage. I arch my back, bringing myself almost completely out of her, before driving back in. I stroke the pussy long and deep, my fingers digging into her hips. Despite my warnings, her moans are getting louder and louder, and I’m forced to cover her mouth with my hand.
"Shut up or we'll get caught,” I reply, my face buried in her neck, my breath thick against the goosebumps on her skin. In response, she arches her ass outwards, taking me deeper inside her. I remove my hand from her mouth to yank her head backwards. My dick swells at the way she stares back at me, her mouth open and panting, eyes bright with lust, mirroring my own. We tongue each other down, our kiss hot and urgent as I grind inside her, moaning into each other's mouths.
“Mmm, this pussy is so good, baby. So fuckin’ good,” I praise her, giving her backside an underhand smack, biting my lip when her pussy grips my dick nice and tight.
“Harder,” she whispers.
Letting out a groan of my own, I spank her again and then start pounding into her, the wet, smacking sound clashing with the running water. My hands glide up her wet skin to paw at her breasts, tugging her peaked nipples. Her body begins to tremble, her throaty moans threatening to undo me. I’m a hundred percent sure that anyone out there can hear us loud and clear, but I don’t care anymore. I need Tori Milan’s pussy like I need air.
"Shit, Roman," she gasps, her eyes in the back of her head as I fuck her into the wall with an intense speed and desperation. At this point I’m bereft of words, drowning in the sensations washing over me. Her head rocks back onto my tattooed shoulder as she gushes all over my cock. “Oh my god, fuck!” she groans.
I’m right behind her, in more ways than one. I only have a few more thrusts left in me before I explode, holding her tight, grunting into her neck as my hot cum fills her up, my dick emptying inside her quivering pussy. My head is spinning, the intensity of my release and the thrill of getting caught amplify the pleasure surging through me. Keeping her pinned in place, I rock my pelvis against her ass, riding out my nut, ensuring she takes every last drop of me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I give her breasts a quick squeeze before I step away from her, smiling at her moan of protest when my dick slips out of her wet warmth. She turns around and leans against the wall, a dazed grin on her beautiful face.
"You were quick," she comments.
“You came, didn’t you?” I counter, and she smirks as she nods. “Good. That's all that matters.” I grab her chin and pull her to me, roughly shoving my tongue back into her mouth. Her body presses into mine as we kiss, and I’m not surprised to feel myself hardening against her wet skin - it’s almost scary how horny she makes me.
"If you want more, you know where to find me," I mumble against her lips, "Dirty little slut." With one final slap of her ass, I slip out of the shower, grabbing a towel along with my clothes to change back into them.
I’m almost at the exit when Bianca Belair rounds the corner and stops me in my tracks. Her eyes dart past me towards the showers and she smiles. “So that was y’all making all that noise,” she says.
My being in the women’s changing room nullifies any excuse I want to make, so I merely shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, so?”
Bianca raises an eyebrow. “You know she’s married, right? And so are you.”
If she thinks she can stand here and judge me, she’s got another thing coming. “Girl, you gonna stand here and act like you and Montez ain’t been swingin’ with Naomi and Jimmy?” I grin when her jaw slowly drops. Got yo ass. “Yeah bitch, I know all about that. I also know that since your man’s been injured and Naomi’s gone, you and Jimmy have been going at it…alone.” My laughter is cold and mirthless. “I mean, he won’t fuckin’ shut up about it. All he talks about is how good your mouth feels around his-”
“Fuck you! We’re consenting adults who have an arrangement,” she argues. “Unlike y’all, we’re not cheating!”
“Right, keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you learn to mind your business next time, I’ll mind mine.”
The smirk that clouds her features is one of defeat. “Asshole,” she bites.
“And don’t you forget it.” With that, I walk out, ignoring her accusing glare.
I don’t see what the big deal is. Nearly all my co-workers are fucking around on their partners in some shape or form. They’re either bored or lonely, and I happen to be both. The spark I had with Tracee is not there anymore, but leaving her is not an option, not anytime soon. Tori helps me forget all about the bullshit. She makes me feel really good and I’m not quite ready to give that all up either.
I’ll figure it out. I always do.
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Houston, Texas
Tori’s POV
The man breathing down my neck reminds me why I hate these fucking events. I’m forced to engage with people pretending to care about wrestling while they stare at my tits the whole time. A lot of them don’t take me seriously because my presentation is on the more…provocative side, which is fine by me. Yes, I'm sexy and glam. I back the flashiness up with my wrestling ability and my mic work, and I have a title to show for it. I’ve proved them all wrong and I’m proud of that. But more importantly, there’s someone who’s just as proud of me and he makes sure to tell me every chance he gets, at least when his mouth is not occupied with my pussy.
The Tribal Chief. The champ. Ol’ Demon Dick himself. All of those attributes means he is more than a little self-assured. Arrogant, really, to asshole-like proportions. Yet, it hasn’t stopped me from fucking him as regularly as I do. I mean, why would I? It’s Roman Reigns, a walking, talking, five course gourmet meal. Look at him now, all tall and dark and delicious in that suit as he engages with guests at our annual Summerslam fundraiser. Like, why the fuck would I turn all that down when it’s offered to me on a silver platter?
Ever since we first met in 2016, Roman and I have always vibed. There was an attraction there that we both acknowledged but never acted upon it. I suspect he was more spooked by our nine-year age difference than the fact that we were both with other people at the time. But we are adults and it was not a big deal to me. I’ve always liked my men older, more experienced, sexier…like Roman.
The pandemic brought us much closer. We spent about seven months in the same rehab center nursing similar injuries, with no visitors thanks to the lockdown. At first, we confided in each other about the pressures of the business we were in and how to overcome our setbacks together. But soon, our platonic conversations became more intimate, sexual, then led to crossing many lines that I’d been dying to cross. Kisses. Touches. Oral sex. As soon as we were both discharged, we met up to get it on for real. I’ll never forget that day, the anticipation that bubbled between my legs, the lust in his beautiful eyes as we finally indulged in forbidden fruit. For twenty-four hours, he fucked me in ways I don’t think I will ever experience with anyone else. He still fucks me like that; that’s why I still crave the depravity in our meetings. Crave the mild abuse he doles out occasionally as punishment for not letting him have me sooner. I crave his touch every day, both gentle and rough. I crave him.
It was early into our affair that he made the decision to switch up his wrestling character. We did a lot of brainstorming together, and I like to think that I inspired some aspects of the Head of the Table as we know it, the initial vibe and aesthetic of it. I think back to that first segment on Smackdown with him in that dark room, sitting in front of a mahogany desk like a Mafia boss as he addressed Jey Uso via satellite. Ironically he had bent me over that same desk in his study at his home just two days before that segment aired. So imagine my surprise to see an exact replica of the desk on TV. Or was it? Because the scratch marks I left on it while Roman was balls-deep in me were still there. I guess we will never know.
Amongst the sea of grifters, I catch sight of the other woman Roman fucks regularly. Her back is turned but I know it’s his wife. Tracee. She’s a pretty little thing. Not his type, but pretty nonetheless. I remember how happy she was on her wedding day and feeling pity for her, especially after her new husband still found time to come to my room after the reception. And speaking of husband…
Caleb is next to me, looking around like he’s discovered a goldmine. He’s been all up in my ear for weeks about coming to the fundraiser to meet with bigwigs to help kickstart his advertising business. I should be more supportive of my husband’s endeavors, but his misplaced optimism is not for me. And the last thing I want is him talking to Roman about anything. But as though on cue, my side piece begins to approach us. I take a closer look at his wife, and I can’t stop my eyes from bugging out of my head at the sight of her protruding belly.
What the actual fuck.
“Hi Tori, my wife has been wanting to meet you. Tracee, this is Tori Milan. Tori, this is my wife Tracee," Roman introduces us, looking slightly uncomfortable as he nudges her towards me.
Performing in the WWE has improved my acting skills. I invoke all of it now as I stick out my hand and flash my best Women’s Champion smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Tracee,” I grind out.
"Hi Tori! Oh wow, you’re much prettier in person!” Tracee clamors. "I’ve been watching Smackdown more regularly and I think you’re amazing!"
“Thank you for supporting me! I really appreciate it,” I lie. “And congratulations on your…” I can’t bring myself to say it, gesturing at her stomach instead.
“Oh, thank you! Roman and I are so excited!” She gazes up adoringly at her husband whose expression is anything but. She returns her attention to me. “You look so nice! And I absolutely adore your perfume, what’s it called?” Her smile is wide and cheery.
I force myself to oblige her, moments away from throwing up. I can feel Roman’s eyes trying to search mine but I refuse to look at him. He’s got me fucked up if he thinks I have anything to say to him. After my tight conversation with Tracee, I quickly usher Caleb to his seat and join Hunter on stage to address the audience. As we present a video package commemorating WWE’s charitable efforts, Roman stands about a foot away from me. I need the distance, because despite everything I’ve just discovered, my body still burns for him. I still want him and I hate it.
My bad mood continues well into the night. I ignore Roman the entire time, stewing over his insensitivity. I’m still in disbelief and I don’t know what to make of it. Of course I know he has sex with his wife, but to see evidence of it, and for him to let me find out like this is callous and heartbreaking.
“The guy with the bald head. Triple H, right? I wanna go talk to him.”
This is about the tenth stupid comment Caleb is making tonight, and I swear I’m seconds away from excusing myself from the party and leaving him behind. “That’s my fucking boss you’re referring to,” I snarl.
“He’s your boss? Oh. Thought it was Vince,” he says sheepishly, sitting up higher in his seat. “Do you think you could introduce us?”
“Babe, we’re at a social function trying to get money!” I snap, irritated. “Do you want me to interrupt his discussion with the COO of Snickers because you want him to see your portfolio?”
Caleb bristles, clearly wondering what is up my ass. “What kind of wife are you? I’m trying so hard to get my business up and running and you’ve shown no interest. Why did you bother to bring me here if you weren’t gonna help me out?”
“Because you wanted to be here so bad, Caleb! You! You would never have let me hear the end of it if I didn't let you come!”
"So, you saying I need your permission now?"
I start to raise my voice, but pause when I realize a few people are already staring in our direction. An exasperated sigh escapes me. “I can’t do this right now. Not in front of all these people.”
“Of course you can’t. Can’t make the great Tori Milan look bad in front of her fans. When’s the last time you didn’t have to pretend you want to be around me?” Caleb accused.
At this juncture, I’m incensed. All I can do is point towards the entrance. “That’s the way out. If you have plans to ruin my night, then leave. Someone will take you back to the hotel if you ask. Bye.” Without waiting for his response, I stand up from the table and march towards the women’s restroom, shutting myself in as I let the tears spill from my eyes.
I have no idea when the fighting started between my husband and me. Actually, I’m lying. I do. But instead of making things right, I run to Roman, because it’s easier for me; we don’t argue, and we do most of our talking in bed. Caleb and I are drifting apart because of me. I barely let him touch me, and when I do, I’m thinking about Roman. I truly wish it wasn’t this way, but I’m too far gone now.
Fuck.
I hear the bathroom door open and I quickly dry my eyes. No one should see me like this. I have a bitchy badass reputation to uphold. “I’ll be right out,” I call out, freezing when Roman enters and shuts the door behind him. He raises his hands at the look on my face. “I come in peace,” he says.
“You shouldn’t even be in here.”
“You’ll be a’ight.” He pauses and gives me a long look. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“Gee, Roman, would you like to take a guess?” My blood simmers and I shake my head. “When exactly did you plan on telling me she’s having your kid?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.
I recoil, blinking rapidly. “What do I mean? Don’t you think I should’ve been clued in at least?”
“Clued in, and then what? You wanna come to the baby shower? Buy her a present? I fucked my lawfully wedded wife and now she’s pregnant. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
That’s fucked up. It’s so fucked up and he knows it. “Maybe you could have told me so I can decide my next course of action. I may be champion but ain’t no way even I can compete with a wife and a baby and your already crazy schedule.”
“Stop being dramatic. You know I’ll always have time for you.” He licks his lips as he scans me from head to toe. “I’ve been staring at you all night, baby girl. I knew this dress would be pretty on you when I bought it. You look beautiful.”
“Don’t change the subject, Roman. And ain’t your wife outside?”
“Nope, she’s gone, just like your man is. So for the rest of the night, my focus is on you. Focus on me, Tori.” He steps closer to me but I back away.
“No, I can't focus! It’s one thing to hear about your wife when she blows up your phone. It’s another thing to see her in the flesh, carrying your child, I might add, with my husband in the same vicinity.”
“So what are you trying to say?”
“What do you think I’m trying to say?”
“You’re spooked, I get it,” he assesses, “But we’ve come this far and no one knows a thing. You’re panicking over nothing.”
First of all, Bianca knows about us. I'm pretty sure his cousins know, maybe even Heyman. Second, his arrogance astounds me. He’s about to become a whole father, and he’s acting like he has everything under control and I’m not sure how true that is. “I should go,” I mutter, trying to walk past him, but his huge frame blocks my path, shielding my only escape.
“Baby girl, don’t let this fuck up what we got. I need you,” he pleads.
“And what do we got, Roman? Hmm? I’m your mistress and you’re my side man.”
“Relax. Just relax, okay? Look at me.” He takes my hands into his and presses his forehead to mine, our noses touching. His eyes are loaded with desire, and I know what’s coming. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine, and fireworks explode inside me. His hands slide down to squeeze my butt as he deepens the kiss. I place my hands on his chest and try to plead my case.
“Ro, someone might walk in…”
Without a word, he steps back and locks the door, then returns to me. Pulling me in, he kisses me again, harder, and I sigh as his arms wrap tight around me. Everything else fades away except for this moment, and the feel of his hands on me, and his lips on mine as we moan greedily into each other’s mouths, making each other feel things that neither of us should be feeling.
Still kissing me, he lifts me off my feet, his big hands grasping my ass, and sets me on the edge of the sink, wedging his huge body between my legs. I love how I feel in his arms. He’s a big man with big features - hands, mouth, penis, everything - and he engulfs and encroaches all of me in the best way possible. He gathers my dress up to my waist, and I fight back a moan as he weaves his hand inside my panties.
“Damn baby, you’re wet already,” he remarks, his breath warm on my face. “Is this for me or Caleb?”
“You, Daddy. Of course it’s you,” I breathe, my hips jerking when his thumb brushes my highly sensitive clit. His long fingers tease my slit, rubbing up and down and making me gasp for air.
“You like that, baby? You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t you ever ignore or avoid me again.”
Suddenly, he moves his fingers away and steps back. I pout as I glare at him, my pussy clenching with the need to be filled. “Baby…”
The corner of Roman’s lips twitches as he gauges my frustration. “Aw, what’s wrong? You don’t like it when I don’t give you what you want?” he taunts.
“No,” I admit, reaching out and pulling him back between my spread thighs. Placing a finger under my chin, he raises my face to his, looking me in my eyes.
“Nothing changes between us, Tori. Nothing. You’re mine, period. Do you understand me, baby girl?” he murmurs softly, placing a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes Daddy. I understand,” I correct myself, shivering when I see the heat in his dark eyes.
“Good. Now tell Daddy you’re sorry for blowing up on him.”
I rub his shoulders apologetically. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him slowly, deeply, using my mouth and tongue to show him just how sorry I am. I smile proudly at his slightly dazed countenance as he pulls away, a sheen of our joint saliva coating his lips.
“Apology accepted. Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood. Open your legs wider so I can take what’s mine,” he commands.
My giggle is giddy as I do as I’m told. He preps me by rubbing my folds again, and I groan a little louder than I should. Roman covers my mouth with his, swallowing every sound he coaxes out of me. His lips leave mine for a split second, and then he slowly breaches my entrance with two long fingers.
“You like that baby? Like my fingers deep in you?” he asks, pumping them inside me.
“Yes, Daddy…Fuck…”
“I know you do. You’re such a slut for me. I’ve taught you so well all these years. God I wanna taste you, T. Wanna fuck you so bad.”
We both know he can’t because he’ll definitely be kissing up on his wife later tonight, and tasting me on his tongue or his dick will not end well. He has to make do with his fingers, which he is doing spectacularly. Heat spreads through my body and my eyes flutter shut, head thrown back as I ache for more, I always ache for more of Roman Reigns.
“Naw baby, open your eyes. Look at me when you get off.”
Obediently, my eyes snap open, locking with his. I study his gorgeous face, the lust glittering in his eyes, the tension in his bearded jaw. I lean in for a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in time with his thrusting fingers, my hips arching into his hand. He hooks my leg over his arm to open me up some more. At the same time, his fingers scissor inside me, short-circuiting my brain. I’m so close I can taste it. His hazy gaze bores into mine, and we both moan as my pussy squeezes around his fingers, lost to the sensations his touch is bringing forth within me. His middle finger curls inside me, and I cry out, a long, broken, high-pitched sob as I finally come undone, flooding his fingers with my cum.
He slides the digits out of me and puts them in my mouth, making me suck off my own juices. He then tilts my face up to kiss me, and we lick and nip the seams of each other’s lips, the wet, erotic sounds ringing around the restroom. My hand sneaks down between our bodies and I cup him through his slacks. His hard-on is raging, twitching in my grasp, and I smile and begin to stroke him. He inhales sharply and eases my hand away.
“What about you?” I ask, as he sets me back down on my feet. To no surprise, my legs are wobbly and I have to lean against him for support.
“I’ll be fine,” he says. Before I can ask any more questions, he turns me toward the mirror and helps me tidy up my hair and makeup. He washes his hands, doing his best to rid his fingers of my scent. “I’ll text you,” he tells me.
I may not hear from him for another hour, or tomorrow, or next week or even next year. But I nod my head anyway, because anytime I can have him, I’ll happily take it. He leans down and kisses my lips one more time before turning to unlock the door and slips out. I watch him leave, my face flushed and I touch my kiss-swollen lips. I can still feel his fingers inside me, and my thighs squeeze together as I close my eyes with a blissful sigh, treasuring the memory.
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London, England
I’ve never been this excited to be in a foreign country. As the champions of Smackdown, Roman and I are across the pond promoting the next premium live event, and for the first time in a month, we’re together and more importantly, all alone. For four whole days, we can do whatever we want, and you can guess exactly what we’re doing now.
Our makeout sessions are the best. Roman is relaxed on a plush armchair in my incredibly fancy hotel room, with me straddling him. My hands are in his hair as my lips slide lazily against his, while he runs his hands up and down my nearly naked body. We’ve been like this for about ten minutes and every second has been heavenly.
“You’re such a good kisser, babe,” he compliments me, and groans at my little show of dominance when I hold him by the throat and scoop his tongue right back into my mouth. He keeps playing with my g-string and rocking me against his erection, trying to get me to fuck, but I’m not ready yet. We have time. I just want to savor him for a bit.
“Do you ever get tired of having sex?” I wonder, "We did quite a bit on the jet coming here."
“I ain’t hear you complain one time,” he answers with another charged kiss, fingering my waist beads. “And with pussy as amazing as yours? Never.” He grins arrogantly and squeezes my breast. “Obviously, with a dick like mine, neither do you.”
“Good point,” I murmur, licking my way down his naked body until I’m on my knees on the floor. Grabbing said dick, I jerk him off for a couple of seconds, and then go to town. I love the way he feels in my mouth - thick and rock hard and veiny. I drag my lips down the length of him, then come back up to lick the tip, right over his slit. Roman caresses the back of my head, his lust-filled gaze fixated on my actions. “Mmmm, fuck, baby girl,” he groans, his voice deep and thick with pleasure.
I love giving Roman head. There’s so much of him to play with and he tastes incredible. I take him deeper down my throat, letting him stretch my lips. Listening to his gasps and groans is making me so wet that I’m forced to take off my g-string in the middle of the blowjob, tossing the scrap of material onto his chest. He holds it up to his nostrils and moans out loud, and he twitches in my hand, meaning he’s even more turned on. I stroke and suck him diligently, never letting up, my head bobbing up and down. His abs are visibly crunching as I spit all over his dick and suck around the saliva, making that shit sloppy. As I roll his balls in the palm of my other hand, he tilts his head back, cursing and moaning my name. He hardens in my grip and I know he’s about to come. It feels good to know I can please him like this. I love to please my man. My sweet, sexy man.
His phone rings. It's Tracee on FaceTime.
I don't know what comes over me. I snatch his phone and throw it at him, right onto his tattooed pec. If I've injured him, I don't give a fuck.
“Your pregnant wife,” I announce bitterly, hopping to my feet. Throwing on my dashiki, I stomp away, keeping my distance. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him hurry into his clothes before leaving my room entirely. Smart move. She’ll know it’s not his suite if he stays. Sitting on my bed, I notice my own phone has a text message. My heart jolts when I see Caleb's name, and then breaks as I read his message.
Love you 😘. Miss you 😢😚
Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks. Not for the first time, I feel ridiculous for putting myself in this position yet again.
Of course I know that sleeping with another woman’s husband is wrong. I have a whole ass husband of my own! But Roman and I have spent years joined at the hip now - or at least at the genitals - and my body has gotten used to it. When we are together, it’s magic, and when we are apart, it’s torture. I love Caleb, I do. But sometimes being with him just isn't enough. I need to be fucked by great dick, not just good dick. I need god tier dick, which is Roman’s. I need a man who treats me in bed the way I so desperately need to be treated. The way Roman treats me. The way he obviously treats his wife.
Damn, this sucks.
About half an hour later there's a knock on my door, and it’s him again. Once I open, I immediately head outside to the balcony, not wanting to speak to him right now. The vibe is gone and I’m no longer in the mood. Roman decides to not read the room and comes up from behind me, resting his hulking frame on my back, his huge arms enveloping my midriff. I let him hold me, not saying one word, trying to concentrate on the fresh summer air and not the lingering fact that I am not the one he truly belongs to.
“You’re in your own head again,” Roman breaks the silence, his words a murmur against my temple.
“Am I?” I counter. I spread my hands apart on the railing of the balcony, glaring down at the pool below.
“Yes. We both agreed on what this was.”
I let out an unladylike snort. “Did we? Did we ever have a discussion about going our separate ways to be with other people? I don’t recall.”
He groans and throws up his hands. “Oh for fuck’s sake, are we doing this again?”
“Are you being serious right now?” I say angrily, seeing red.
“It’s the fuckin' flip-flopping for me, Tori. You do it all the time. One minute, you have no problem sneaking around with me. One minute you’re all over me and the next minute you want nothing to do with me and you're making excuses.”
After all this time, he still doesn’t get it. “Oh, and you’re not the same?” I argue, “You don’t go running back to her and ignore me for days on end, then text me from outta nowhere asking me to come suck your dick?”
Roman looks at me with what looks like exasperation. “Tori, you know I have to go back to her. She is my wife. And you have Caleb-”
“And whose fault is that?” I yell, rounding on him, my fists clenched. “Who went off with someone else when we should have been together from the start? It should have been you and me, but you fucked it up for some other bitch! You left me high and dry, Roman! You did that! You're the reason I live like this and I hate it!”
The words come out before I can stop them. The air thickens with uncomfortable silence. When the haze of red finally clears from my eyes, I cringe at his pained expression.
“I’m sorry, Tori,” he says, his tone resigned.
Sighing heavily, I turn back around and sling my braids over my shoulder, too frustrated and mentally exhausted to say anything else.
Behind me, I sense his hesitation. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” I shake my head, hating myself for being so weak for him. I can’t even bring myself to fight him when his arms come around me again, his fingers linking with mine and my words hang over us like a dark cloud.
“I told you before. I’m here for you, T,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m not going anywhere. My focus will always be on you when we’re together.”
When we’re together. Not all the time, like a normal relationship should be. It’s no coincidence that we’ve been seeing each other less and less lately, and I know it’s because of her pregnancy. The entire thing is so draining. I know I should walk away, I do. But this man has me wrapped around his finger and I really don’t want him to let me go.
He moves his hands to my breasts as he brushes his mouth over my neck, his beard tickling my skin. “You went off on me again. I warned you about that,” he growls. “I guess you want me to fuck that attitude outta you...again.”
“Fuck you,” I growl back, biting my lip as his bulge throbs against my behind. He lifts the back of my dashiki with enough force to cause friction against my skin. He groans when he finds nothing but my waist beads and smacks my bare ass in appreciation. I moan with him.
“I want my pussy, Tori. Give it to me,” he demands, pulling off his t-shirt.
My response is immediate. “Take it Daddy, it’s yours.”
“All mine?”
And just like that, Caleb and Tracee no longer exist. “Uh huh,” I gasp, grinding back on his erection as proof. He tugs my dashiki over my head and lets it drop to the ground. His hands creep down between my legs, palming my sex as I moan again.
“Mmm, drippin' for Daddy as usual. I love how wet you get when you’re pissed off.”
My pussy ripples against his fingers rubbing up and down the moist folds, spreading my essence all over his hand. I hear his shorts drop. He then groans deeply as he uses my wetness to lube his shaft. My loins clench at the neediness in his voice, and at the lewd sound of him stroking himself behind me. He bends me over the railing and rubs his tip along my opening. With a handful of my ass cheek in his other hand, he pushes all the way inside me, meeting my hilt. He pumps into me with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts, claiming me, making me his. I squeeze the railing with a death grip as my eyes water. I feel like my breath is being stolen away, the sensation made even hotter as we're stark naked and out in the open air.
“Unnnnhh…” I can’t help but whine. He's so big and he feels so good.
He rewards me with a wet kiss on my neck. "That's it, baby, watch this beautiful sunset while I fuck my pussy." He gathers my braids in his fist and pulls my head back as he pipes me down with that amazing dick, his powerful thighs colliding with the flesh of my ass. "Hmm. Good girl. Such a good baby girl."
I love the dick. That’s it. I’m definitely not in love with its owner. Because I already love another man, and it’s impossible to love two men at the same time.
Right?
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Roman’s POV
My body is stirred awake by the intense, pleasurable sensation in my groin area. Morning head is goated, especially when done right. And Tori gets it so fucking right. I love how she can’t get enough of me. It helps that I just had a nice dream in which she was throwing that fat ass back on me on a private beach in the Maldives. We need to go back some other time, it was great.
“Mmm, damn, T, don’t stop,” I rumble, my eyes remaining shut as pleasure takes over. Her mouth is all the way down my dick, sucking my meat off the bone and it feels so damn good.
“I won’t, Daddy.”
Hold up.
That is not the T I’m expecting.
My eyes fly open at the familiar voice. Sure enough, there lies my wife between my legs, deep-throating my cock. I forgot that I’m back home and not in L.A. where I last left Tori. I don’t expect to soften because I’m already so close. To her credit, Tracee is going off on me in a way she never has before. She’s doing all the right things, spitting on my dick and licking it all up, taking every inch of me down her throat while squeezing my balls. I didn’t expect this from her at all. She’s even looking at me while sucking me off, something she never does unless I make her.
I’m up on my hands now, fully sitting, my breathing out of control as she sucks and strokes me harder. “Fuck, oh my god,” I’m about to come, and come real hard. I grab the back of her head and buck my hips, fucking her warm mouth and fucking it hard. My head rocks backwards as I release all my load down her throat with an elated moan. She swallows every drop and proceeds to lick me clean with her tongue before releasing my dick.
Goddamn.
“You okay?” Tracee asks, watching my chest rise and fall.
I swallow, attempting to wet my dry throat. “Yeah, just caught off-guard,” I admit. “That was unexpected, in a good way, of course. You’ve never done that before.”
Tracee smiles. “Glad you liked it. I had a great teacher.” She plays a video on her phone and raises it up to my face.
It’s a closeup of Tori with my dick in her mouth.
I made that recording last month when we were in Saudi Arabia for Crown Jewel and I thought I had deleted it. Immediately I try to deny it’s me, but Tracee knows exactly what my cock looks like. Also the tribal tattoos on the hand grabbing Tori’s hair give me away. More embarrassingly, the sound of my voice, praising her and urging her on between moans, rings loudly around the bedroom, making me cringe. Before I can lunge for the phone, Tracee has already scooted out of my reach, climbing off the bed as she glowers at me.
“Took me quite a while to hack into your phone, but I did it,” she informs me. “Airdropped all your shit. The dick pics, her naked selfies, the nasty ass videos.” She shakes her head, her smile cold and vindictive. “Given your track record, I always suspected you were fucking around on me, even before we got married. I confirmed it at that charity gala back in August. You and that tramp made googly eyes at each other all night. On top of that, she smelled exactly like you do whenever you come home. How old is that girl, Roman? She is at least ten years younger than you, you dirty, nasty fuck!"
Nine, actually. But I stay silent, allowing her to vent. Let her get it out of her system so we can move forward with this.
“Oh, and lest I forget, she’s married!” Tracee continues. “I wonder what her husband will think about all of this. Unless he knows and ain’t saying shit. He screams ‘doormat’, so that won’t surprise me. But what is it with you and cheating, huh? You cheated on the last bitch before me, too. Does the thrill of destroying people’s lives turn you on? Does your fucktoy even know she's next? Maybe I should tell her-”
“Stop it, Tracee,” I cut her off. She’s crossing the line.
She laughs childishly at my warning. “Let me guess, you told her you love her, too. Have you filled her head with that bullshit like you did with me? Answer me, Roman. Do you love her? Or is it all about the young nubile pussy I don’t have anymore?”
I swear the answer is on the tip of my tongue. That I don’t love Tori. That this is just a phase I’ll soon get over. But all that comes out of my mouth after several uncomfortable seconds is, “I don’t know.”
Tracee gapes at me in complete disbelief. “You don’t know,” she repeats, letting out a bitter, mirthless laugh. “You know, you are an absolute piece of work. I’m six fucking months pregnant with your kid and you’re fucking another bitch when you should be home with me, taking care of me! Tryna eat your cake and have it! Grow the fuck up, Roman, and face your responsibilities!”
Tracee and I are not perfect, even though I constantly tried to convince her that I was. We both have quirks but we always picked up where the other was a little weaker. But now she has seen through all of the BS and has realized I’ve been the weak one all along. I won’t lie, it dents my ego.
“Oh, and if you think I’m divorcing you so you can run off with your little slut, you got another thing coming,” my wife says matter-of-factly. “Unlike you, I’m not a quitter, and I refuse to raise my child in a single parent home. You have until tonight to end it with your whore, or I post everything I have online, and your fans will finally see you and your side bitch for the lying, cheating scumbags y’all are.”
The look in her eyes tells me there is no room for negotiation. Not that I ever expected one. She pats the top of my head like I’m her pet and walks away. “Good luck, sweetie.”
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Tori’s POV
It’s barely eight in the morning, but it already feels like the worst day of my life.
My hands are shaking, my eyes are blurry with tears as I stare at my phone, terrified, watching my life flash before my eyes with every number that ticks by. My doomsday is finally here, and it’s been coming. If it’s what I think it is, how the fuck am I going to break this to Caleb?
The knock on my door startles me so bad I almost hit the roof of my apartment. Composing myself, I go over to the door and it’s the absolute last person I want to see right now. I try to hide.
“T, open up! I know you’re in there!”
Of course he sees me. He knows about the faulty peephole on the door. He also sounds deadly serious. Reluctantly, I open the door and cross my arms. I eye down my lover, inwardly chastising the stirring in my loins. His gray sweatpants and tank top show off everything that needs to be shown off. But his grim expression warns me that he’s not here for sexy time. This is more apparent when he storms past me without even a greeting.
“Are you alright?” I ask him, watching him pace around my living room like a madman. Something is up.
“Tracee knows,” is all he says.
Shit. “Bianca?” I’m gonna beat that bitch’s ass.
“No. She said she’s known since Summerslam.” He looks at me. I can tell he hasn’t slept well in a while. He doesn't sleep as well without me. “I just wanted to let you know to brace yourself. Maybe clue up your husband too. She is coming after me with all guns blazing and it’s not going to be pretty.”
Fuck! Caleb will hang me out to dry the minute he finds out, and it’s going to destroy me. But I’m Tori motherfucking Milan. I’m the champ, the best female wrestler in the world, and nobody threatens me. “I can handle myself, homie. You tell your wife to calm her ass down.”
“I think we're way past that now.” He pauses, glancing down for a second before looking back at me. “She asked me if I loved you.”
I smirk and roll my eyes. “I bet she did.”
“I said I don’t know.”
I almost fall over in shock. “What the fuck! Why would you say that?”
“I didn’t want to lie to her. I’ve already lied enough as it is.”
“Lie? What do you mean, lie?” My heart is pounding. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? “Now is not the time to be a fucking mute, Reigns, answer me!”
“I may have caught feelings, okay?” he blurts out, his expression utterly helpless. “It stopped being about the sex a long time ago. I just like being around you, being there for you. You make me feel good, T, and not just sexually, ya know. You understand me, you care about me, we have a connection that feels way deeper than just sex.” He stops himself, as if realizing he’s said too much. He bows his head, raking his fingers through his disheveled hair. “It’s okay if you don't feel the same. I’m the one who fucked up and crossed the line.”
“I caught feelings too,” I confess, and his eyes soften, “But it doesn’t matter. It can’t matter. Not when we’re both married and she’s about to have your baby...”
Baby...
Oh shit!
Right on cue, the timer goes off on my phone. I flash a panicked glance Roman’s way.
Oh god.
Shutting off the alarm, my legs feel like jelly as I sidle over to the kitchen table. I feel Roman close behind me, wondering what’s going on. My hands are shaking and my heart pounds as I pick up the white stick, moments away from changing my life, forever. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I slowly open my eyes, locking on the words that stare back at me. Wordlessly, I show Roman the result.
Not pregnant.
“Jesus,” he breathes, wiping his brow.
I shouldn’t be offended by his sigh of relief, but I am. “Yeah, close call, right? You don’t gotta deal with me anymore than you have to,” I gripe.
“Don’t be like that. If you were pregnant, I’da taken care of you and my baby, no questions asked.”
“It coulda been Caleb’s.”
Roman scoffs. “Please. The kid would definitely have been mine. I nut in you almost every time we fuck. You got some black magic in that pussy.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment? Cuz it sucked.” I take another deep breath. Honestly, I’m ecstatic. I’m not ready for motherhood. Not yet, not when I’m having the best year of my career. “We should end this, Roman. This right here is a wake up call,” I say, waving the negative test for emphasis.
“We should,” he agrees. I hate the way my heart sinks and my eyes sting, but it’s the truth.
“We’ve hurt a lot of people with our actions,” I soldier on, trying to talk sense into both of us.
He takes a step closer to me. “We have. But the person I hurt the most is you.”
He is the most unserious motherfucker in the world, saying all of this while staring me down with the hungriest expression. “Roman, please don’t look at me like that,” I beg.
“Like how?” He tugs me into his arms.
“Like you wanna eat me.”
I should have reassessed my words, because his eyes grow even darker. “Baby girl, you don’t know the half of it,” he whispers, caressing the side of my face as he gazes deep into my eyes. He kisses my cheek, breathing me in, and then, my lips. I melt into nothingness. He grabs the back of my neck and deepens the kiss with his tongue swirling with mine, and I’m taken back in time to our very first kiss, on the hospital’s rooftop, filled with promises we knew would be broken, but choosing to dive in anyway. It was just like this - hot and devouring and passionate, like we are each other’s oxygen and we’re dying to breathe.
A sudden realization has me reeling, causing my hands to trail up his muscular shoulders and then settle on his handsome face, holding onto him for dear life.
Roman Reigns is my oxygen. I can't breathe without him.
He pulls away from me, holding my gaze with his dark eyes. “You’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he mumbles, giving me a softer kiss that curls my toes.
“You were right. I shoulda been with you from the jump, all those years ago. I blew it, and now here I am, married to someone that's not you, having a baby with someone that's not you. I know I should try to be better with Tracee and be happy with her." He swallows hard and his chin quivers. The badass Undisputed Heavyweight Champion, right now, he is not. "But I love you. I'm in love with you and I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. But I can't have you and it's my fault and I have to live with it.”
“Roman…” The tears I've been fighting back fall. He’s killing me. I am so weak right now.
His voice is small and soft and heartbreaking as he clings to me, almost as if I’m his lifeline. “Teach me how to resist you, Tori,” he implores me. “Teach me, please. I’ve tried and failed a hundred times already.”
We’re in the same boat then, because I don’t know how to resist him. I’m caught up in so much emotion and it’s overwhelming. “I love you too. But we have to stop. It’s the right thing to do,” I choke out one more time, unconvincing even to my own ears.
Roman chuckles, the sound weighty with defeat. “I know. You right,” he assures me. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, swollen from his kiss, and he smiles as I shiver. “I'll back off,” he promises, a defiant look in his eyes as he suddenly lifts me in his arms and carries me over to the sofa, “Tomorrow,” he adds with a growl.
I’m aware of the hole we’ve dug for ourselves, and if I’m going to get us out, I have to tell him "no" a little more firmly. I need to show a little more self control. Instead, I’m helping him undress and he's doing the same to me. I should be pushing him off, but I wrap my arms and legs around him and accept his branding kiss. Ending our affair may be the right thing, but nothing has ever felt as right to me as being in Roman’s arms. If this is indeed the last time I get to be with him, I plan on going out with a bang, literally.
We’ll do the right thing tomorrow, I guess.
THE END
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Ok so sorry to come back again but I’m having like actual feelings about what happened last night and god I feel like such a slut omfg he broke up with me only two weeks ago tomorrow! I feel so bad. Which I guess I shouldn’t. I have no obligation to be faithful to him anymore. But I want to be. It still feels like I’m doing something wrong by letting someone else touch me or kiss me and by touching someone else. And as cliche as it sounds I was hoping I wasn’t going to have to know how it felt to kiss someone else. Because I’m a one person kind of girl and I honestly thought he was my person as naive as that is. Idk maybe I’m right to feel bad about myself? Practically letting the one guy put his hand up my skirt all night and then making out with and sucking the other guys dick? Surely I shouldn’t have done that. Haha I guess he was right about my indecisiveness because I couldn’t even pick a guy. Fuck and now he’s definitely seen that I unsent a message at like 3 in the morning and he’s not even gonna ask me what was up I can guarantee you. On the brighter side the sweet guy from last night whose dick I sucked and who didn’t sexually assault me has already messaged me and asked me how I’m doing today. Haha god this is a mess isn’t it bestie? Can you believe like two months ago I was here in your anons simply asking for advice about how to ask out the age gap crush for a drink and now here I am an absolute mess lmao - age gap crush anon
Aw no way don't apologise!!!
Part of the reason you're having these negative feelings is because like you said, you were really drunk, you didn't even like the guy who was doing all that stuff. And it's not about you letting him do that to you, you were heavy drunk and didn't have capacity to consent!!!!
I can not stress enough how fragile capacity to consent is!!! If you were drunk you did not have capacity!!!
Anyway, you aren't a slut for having that happen to you, I'm ngl these messy feelings are a sign that what happened probably was assault. You feeling this bad about it is a sign that you didn't really want it or weren't in a position to consent. As we can see, sober you have all these other emotions which would mean you wouldn't be allowing someone to do that to you right now.
But no, you're not obligated to your ex and you can do whatever you like, as long as its what you want. This is so important, if you fancy a guy and you really want him then fine go after him. But if you are drunk and a man ur not really into starts hitting on you tell him where to go or just get out of there. You don't have to engage in anything you're not comfortable with and also like, rebound but rebound positively, rebound but raise your standard instead of lowering it if that makes sense.
I still don't think this new guy is great for you, if you persue something with him you'll end up having to spend time with that friend again and I guarantee you that if you were to tell this guy that you feel like his friend sexually assaulted you, he's probably going to defend his friend. I wouldn't outright tell you to drop him but I will say that if it was me I would.
Do you remember what you messaged your ex about?
Xxx
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FaceTime Sex
Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary; An HC about you and Bucky having FaceTime Sex while he’s away on a business trip.
Word Count; 913
Warnings; NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, undefined age-gap, language, cursing, pet names, Sir!kink, mutual masturbation, mention of bodily fluids.
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“Sir, I'm touching myself. Can you FaceTime? Pretty please?”
A text like that from you and a picture of your fingers in your pussy had Bucky drop whatever he was doing to try and be back at his hotel room in a flash. Luckily for him, the meetings he had attended all day had ended 10 minutes ago.
He planned to go out for a drink in the evening with a couple of colleagues, but his girl being horny for her man was more important to him. So he came up with an excuse to drop them.
Bucky had been away on a business trip for only a day, but you were already missing him like crazy. This was the first time you and he had been apart since you got together a while ago, and you hated it with your whole being.
Even if it had been less than 24 hours since you last fucked you were super horny and needy for him all the time.
You couldn't hold it in anymore. You needed to touch yourself, and you wanted Bucky to watch you as he jerked himself off.
He called you on FaceTime 20 minutes after your text. Damn, he was fast! He must be craving you as well.
He was already naked and on his bed, just like you. His back propped against the headboard when you picked up. His face on screen as your face came up as well on his end of the phone.
“Hi, baby girl.”
“Hi, baby.”
“Are you touching yourself, kitten?”
You nodded your head at him. Your bottom lip captured between your teeth as you bat your eyelashes at him.
“Show me. I need to see.”
Moving the phone down to your pussy, you gave him a good look at your fingers playing with your aching clit. Your whole core is wet with your juices as you had been playing with yourself for a while but not having been able to finish without Bucky.
“Shit, baby. You are really needy for me, aren't you? How long have you been playing with your pretty pussy, doll?”
“Mhm. Yes, so needy for you, Sir. I've been playing with myself for a while, but I've been waiting on you so we can finish together. Are you also going to touch yourself? I want to see you touch your cock.”
“I'll give you what you want, baby, don't worry.”
He moved his phone down so that you had a wonderful view of his dick and handsome face. A whimper escaped you as you saw he was already hard and ready. All you wanted was to run your tongue on his protruding vein and taste him all over.
Bucky gripped his heavy cock in his hand, and with the help of his saliva, he started to pump himself as he watched intensely as you circled your clit.
You slipped a single finger into your tightness. A second one following soon after, and you moaned out as it stretched you. It wasn't as good as Bucky's ones, but they would have to do for now. You tried with all your might to imagine that it was his instead of yours.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl. That's so hot,” he groaned out as he watched the fingers disappear into your tight hole. He missed it so much. His dick missed it so much.
You were utterly mesmerized as you watched how Bucky stroked himself, how he gripped his length. The hold on himself became tighter each time he reached his red and angry tip. The sloppy sounds of him were like music to your ears. You were going to cum soon by the image you saw on screen.
His lips were slightly parted as he focused on you fucking yourself with your fingers. His own orgasm nearing as he watched you on his screen.
“Shit, I'm gonna cum, Bucky.”
“Let go for me, baby girl. I need to see you fall apart for me.”
His permission to let go was all you needed as the coil in your stomach snapped. Your back arching slightly from the headboard as you moved your fingers through your high.
You heard Bucky let out an animal-like groan deep from his chest at the sight of you coming undone for him like the good girl you always were. The view of you made him let go as well. He kept on pumping himself as his seed burst out of his tip and landed on his stomach.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby, fuck.”
After riding out your high, you stopped the movement of your fingers and brought them to your mouth so you could suck off your sweet juices.
“You're gonna make me hard again, kitten, by that sight alone.”
A giggle left your lips at his words. You would love nothing more than go another round, but you could see on his face that the day had been long and that he was craving sleep. You did as well.
“I miss you so much, James.”
“I miss you too, doll, but I'll be back in your arms again in a few short days. I promise, baby.”
A tired smile reached your face at the thought of seeing your man again, in the flesh, very soon. A big yawn left you as you were pretty tired yourself.
“Go to sleep, baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Bucky. Sleep well.”
“You too, doll, sweet dreams.”
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Nsfw warning ⚠️ mean reader?
His naked body hits the bed with a bounce.
"Can't believe you didn't know that waitress was flirting with you. I thought Billy the beaut knows everything?"
"Babe- baby," he shakes his head, voice soft, "I've had my eyes fixed on you since I saw you in that dress earlier. I didn't know she slipped me her number."
You raise the number in question, scrawled into a napkin.
"It was in your pocket, you dick. Were you going to call her?"
You unzip your dress and let it pool at your feet. You don't look at him, but you hear him groan in desperation when he sees the beautiful intricate lingerie wrapped around your body.
"I'm sorryyy." He drawls, "I didn't see her number, I was just saving the napkin to clean you up after I fucked you in the car."
Your eyebrows raise. Tugging his belt from its loops. You fold it in half and use it to smack his thigh. He groans.
"That's your excuse?" You taunt. "You were gonna fuck me later in your car, so you saved some napkins?" You say in a high pitched tone.
"That's so fucking pathetic, Billy. A shitty excuse. We both know that's what your pocket square is for."
His voice is calm, reasonable.
"I forgot my pocket square." He says, pointing to his jacket, neatly draped over a sofa in the room.
You turn, noticing that what he's saying is true. You do trust him, sighing in relief as your shoulders relax. You sneak a peek at him, he's rock hard, his body flushed from your anger. He hates to admit it, but he likes the way your anger looks. Maybe he did notice the number, maybe he did take it- not to call on some pathetic waitress, but to rile you to the point of possessiveness.
"Apparently. You don't look like you're mine enough. We have to fix that." You drop the belt in your hand.
He watches you crawl your way up his body, overlooking his hard cock till your lips are right over his. He's looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky just for him.
You gently run your fingers through his hair, cupping his cheek. You lean down for a kiss, he groans into your mouth, letting you take control of the kiss. You kiss your way down his jaw to suck a bruise onto his neck.
He gasps and groans, loving the way you suck bruises and leaves bites all over his neck and chest.
"I'm going to mark you until no woman will look at you. Going to soak this beard with my pussy, then that perfect cock. Hope you weren't planning on meeting anyone important tomorrow, because I'm going to fuck you in every position imaginable."
He groans.
"Yes baby, I'm yours."
You smile, running your hands through his hair. You slip off of his body to strip your lingerie off. You're just as naked as him when you reach for one of his fancy knives in the bedside drawer, exclusively reserved for special times.
"Open." You order, pressing the handle of the knife against his mouth. His eyebrows raise, and he willingly parts his lips to let you slip the rubber handle sideways into his mouth.
"Don't want to hear a fucking sound from you while I remind you of how good my mouth is. And if you cum without permission, I'll tie you down and make you watch me touch myself."
You press a swift kiss to his tip and he jerks, trying to fight a moan.
"Are we clear?" You ask firmly.
"Mmhmmm" he intonates.
"Good boy, Billy." You say and you suck his cock into your mouth.
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This, may not have been as good, I'm sorry 😭
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"You Wanna Come In?"
M A S T E R L I S T
Author's note:
This is my thought when I woke up this morning. It's kinda suggestive(?) or nearly a smut. I thought that I should share it so you guys (who read this) can also imagine this🤤
Reminder: Sorry for my English lol my grammar sucks cause English is not my first language. Hope you can understand<3. Also this is my very very first smut/suggestive thing that I write so yeah it's basically sucks lol and yes, the title is based on Back Door by SKZ (I'mma stayzen yay)
Pairing : switch!hendery x switch!(f)reader x sub!xiaojun
Genre : smut (Lord pls have mercy on me)
Warning : bad english, threesome, mxm a little bit (only kissing), oral (giving/receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, Xiaojun's first time, slightly mommy kink, cum eating, kinda rough, basically pure filth, I think that's it (?)
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What if your boyfriend's best friend interrupted your hot session with your boyfriend at the hotel room? Why don't you just let him in and enjoy it together?
You, you're boyfriend:Hendery, and your boyfriend's best friend that become yours too: Xiaojun were in a 5 star hotel room in Seoul. Actually you guys planned for a staycation for 2 days. You want to spend your weekend with your boyfriend, Hendery. However, Xiaojun also want to kinda ruin your date with Hendery so you decided to ask him but sleep in the separate room. Your plan for tomorrow is just swimming in the hotel and have a fine dining.
Hendery chose the right room: executive suite room with 1 king size bed, an opened bathroom where you could see someone's taking a bath with a bathup in the center, mini bar, kitchen, living room, basically like an apartment with a nice view to the city. The most expensive room in that 5 star hotel.
Your hotel room is the only room at 25th floor so no need to be worry. Meanwhile Xiaojun sleep at the 24th floor. You and Hendery had waited for this moment. With no interruption, no one could see, you could do as much as you want, screaming and moaning as loud as you can while having sex without afraid that anyone could hear it. It's just the two of you. You can imagine, having sex with your boyfriend on the couch, on the kitchen pantry, or on the king size bed freely with no one can see. You already put your things in the bedroom with a smily face. Hendery too. Suddenly, he pinned you against the wall.
"I'm waiting for this moment, baby" he said near to your neck and his hot breath tickles. Kissing down to your neck, sucking and leaving spot that you're sure will stay there for the next week. He keeps kissing, sucking, licking your neck and up to your earlobe. "Should I fuck you on the couch hm, baby? No one can see us. I'm getting bored fucking you on the bed" he said. You just nod and he started to kiss your lips. Basically a french kiss. Tongue fighting against each other finding for dominance. Hendery is really good at it so you let his tongue dominate yours.
You know this will happen so you already wearing your lingerie that he gave you at your birthday. A pink lacy lingerie which shows a bit of your nipple. You know his favorite color is pink. He removed your shirt and start kneading on your covered breast, playing with your perked nipples with his thumb and index finger. His lips still kissed you and he carried you onto the couch with lips still connected to each other. He removed his shirt showing the abs that he had been working recently. You smiled. It's been a long time since you guys had sex. cause he's really busy as an idol, while you're busy on you work too.
He noticed your smile and smirked. "Only for you, baby". You nodded. "Only for me" you said, tracing your hands up and down his abs. He removed your lacy bra, revealing your soft breast. He started licking your left nipple like a cat while his right hand playing with the other. He sucked your nipple with no mercy, he pretends that your nipple is your mouth, making out with it. He did the same with the other one. "F-feels so fucking good. I love your mouth, baby. Playing with my nipples. You like it, huh?" you moaned while your hand grabbed his hair in a fistful making him groan and giving the vibration.
His mouth going down to kiss your inner thighs near your entrance. Slapping your thigh, he asked while playing with the waistband of your underware "Can I take this off? Want to play with your beautiful pussy". You nodded and he removed your lacy panties. "So fucking wet. I make you this wet, huh?" he slapped your pussy making you jolted. "This wet pussy is mine" he said proudly. Hendery wanted to kiss your clit but suddenly the bell rang, making both of you groan.
"Room service?" you asked and Hendery shook his head. "Nope, I bet it's Xiaojun. As always, he ruin the moment. Wait" he went to open the door. Xiaojun stood in front of the door and rubbed his stomach. "Dude I'm hungry. Wanna go dinner? And where's your shirt?" Xiaojun asked but he nodded a few seconds later. "Ahhh, sorry to ruin your moment again. I'll go by myself" Xiaojun said while he wanted to leave but Hendery held his hand to stopped him. "You're not disturbing us. You wanna come in?" Hendery asked. Xiaojun raised his eyebrow. "Wait, are you like.. Having sex with Y/n right now? Dude I don't want to disturb you freakin nuts" Xiaojun said and wanted to leave again but Hendery stopped him again. "Hmm, that's okay if you want to.. Maybe.. Join us? Do something crazy together? You know, threesome Haha" Hendery asked and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Xiaojun shook a bit and start thinking. He smiled and said "If it's okay for you two. I'm getting tired pleasuring myself and wanna try somthing new". Hendery let Xiaojun in.
Xiaojun stopped in front of your naked body on the couch while you panicked and tried to cover your body. "WHAT THE HELL??! XIAOJUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??!" you shouting but didn't find a thing to cover your body so you just let Xiaojun saw your naked body with mouth wide opened. "I asked him to come in" Hendery said with a smirk on his face. He came to you and rub your cheeks. "Why don't we try something new, Y/n? I know that you've been fantasizing this before. Getting 2 cocks to fuck your pussy?" he said while looking at Xiaojun who was kinda terrified right now. Hendery was really different here. He's a cheerful guy outside, but when it comes to sex, he's freaking wild. It's like seeing a different person which made Xiaojun shock. You looked at Hendery with the 'how did you know' sight. "How about you? Do you want to?" you asked Xiaojun and he nodded vigorously. "I-I mean.. There's nothing wrong since your boyfriend agree with it. I also want to.. You know.. Pleasuring myself with real pussy? " Xiaojun said. You nodded your head slowly. "Well.. If both of you agree, okay then" you answered while Hendery and Xiaojun looked at each other with a smirk on their face. "But, with one condition" then they looked at you, curious about your next words. "I want to be the dom. You have to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. If you don't, you'll get a punishment. Do you understand?" you asked them. At first, they actually kinda didn't agree but since Xiaojun didn't have experience and Hendery wanted to try something new so both of them agreed.
You started to kiss your boyfriend. He kissed you back while grabbing and squeezing your ass, slapping it playfully. Xiaojun started to undress himself, only his boxer left. You rubbed your boyfriend's clothed boner, he's already that hard. Hendery groaned, biting your lips to giving his tongue the access to your mouth. You gave the 'come here' gesture to Xiaojun with you still kissed your boyfriend. He hesitated at first. You released the kiss. "Come here, don't be shy" you said. Xiaojun approached you two. You kissed Xiaojun until it turns into a heated makeout session. Your grabbed his hair to deepen the kiss. Hendery stood behind you, kissing and sucking the back of your neck, down to your shoulder while kneading your breast from behind. You released the kiss, finding air to breath. "You're such a good kisser" you praised Xiaojun and he's getting shy. "Better than me?" Hendery asked suddenly, stopping his act. You smirked, getting new idea. "Why don't you try it by yourself?" you asked him innocently. "I want to see you two kiss each other" you told them. At first, they looked disgust and hesitated to do it. "You're not obeying my words? Do you want punishment, hm babyboys?" you raised your eyebrow to look intimidating. Hendery shook his head. "No, mommy. I'll kiss him" he said. You actually kinda shocked cause it's the first time he called you that name. Hendery started to kiss Xiaojun. It was really awkward at first and turned into a messy kiss. But finally they found the rythm and going into a hot make out session. You sat on the couch, seeing your boyfriend make out with his best friend satisfied you a lot with a smirk on your face. Hendery's hand started to rub Xiaojun's clothed cock, with a moan came from his mouth. "A-ah.." he moaned into the kiss. Things getting really heated then you decided to touch yourself and playing with your clit a little bit to stimulate it.
After they released the kiss, you told them to undress themselves. Both of them were fully naked now. "Lay on the bed" you said and both of them were laying on the king size bed. "Hendery, can you eat me out? Xiaojun, I'm gonna suck your dick. Am I making myself clear?" you asked. "B-but I want you to suck my dick" Hendery protested. You smiled. "I can't even count how much I suck your dick. It's Xiaojun's first time though" you answered. Xiaojun got shy. "Ah.. Thanks Y/n" he said.
Hendery laid while you sit on his face. Xiaojun stood up beside the bed. Hendery started to playing with your clit with his tongue. "I-it's so fucking good, oh God" you moaned while looking at Xiaojun. You pumped his cock with your hand, precum leaking from the tip. Xiaojun groaned. "Do you like it -ah baby?" you asked and he nodded vigorously. "I like it. It feels so good" he moaned. You pumped it really slowly to stress him out. "I need your mouth, mommy. Fuck! I fucking need your mouth" Xiaojun said while throwing his head back. Oh, this guy also had mommy kink. You slapped his ass. He screamed. "That's not what I want, baby. Use your word" you said, still rubbing his cock slowly. "Mommy, I-I need your mouth, please? I want to feel your warm mouth. Pretty please?". You smiled and started to suck his cock, bobbing your head until his cock touch the back of your throat. You suck him at the same pace as Hendery's mouth at your clit. You moaned, causing the vibration to Xiaojun. "So f-fucking good. Holy shit!" Xiaojun moaned so hard. Hendery groaned. You moved your head faster. You felt him twitching in your mouth which means he's close. "I'm close. Shit! So fucking good. Please, don't stop" Xiaojun grabbing your hair, started to facefucking you but you decided to stop. "Do not touching!" you said and he groaned. "I won't let you cum if you do it again" you continued. "Y-yes. I'm sorry" he said. You slapped his cock a little making him hissed at the feeling. While Hendery's tongue playing your bundle of nerves faster then before. You curled your toes as he found the spot. "A-ah Yes! Right there! Don't stop" you grabbed Hendery's hair making him groan. He's tonguefucking you right now. You had cum few minutes ago if Xiaojun didn't come. But it's okay cause you had two beautiful men pleasuring you right now. Hendery kept abusing your sensitive spot. "I'm close! Wanna cum on your pretty face. Can I, prince?" you asked. He answered with a long whiny moan and finally you have your orgasm. Hendery's face was wet because of your juices. He laughed.
"You wanna try real pussy, huh? Why don't you fuck me? I wanna feel your cock wrap in my tight cunt. Can Xiaojun fuck me, prince?" you asked Xiaojun and Hendery's agreement. "Xiaojun, you really ruin the moment. I can't even feel my girlfriend's tight cunt first" Hendery said and you know he's jealous. You smiled. "Relax, prince. You're gonna receive a reward from me later" you rubbed his soft cheek. Hendery nodded. You were in position with knees and hands on the king size bed. Xiaojun positioning himself and entered you slowly. Both of you moaned while Hendery sat on the couch inside your bedroom, jerking himself off slowly cause he didn't want to cum yet. "You're so fucking big" you moaned and Xiaojun start off slowly, wanna make sure his cock fully inside you. "So tight. Is you're girlfriend suppose to be this tight?" Xiaojun asked Hendery with a smirk while the other just shook his head. "She's always tight for me. That pussy is mine by the way" he answered, still rubbing his own cock. Xiaojun started to go faster, jerking himself inside your cunt. "Shit! This is why you like to fuck her, yeah? So good!" Xiaojun teased Hendery again. Hendery got jealous and approaching you two. He stood in front of you, putting his dick inside your mouth and start facefucking you. You moaned and start to bobbing your head. You already forgot that he's breaking the rules but you want to pleasuring yourself. Being fucked by a dick in your cunt and mouth stuffed with a dick is the first time for you. Saliva and Hendery's precum mixture started to running down your chin, neck, and breast. While your juice and Xiaojun's precum leaking down from your cunt. "I-I wanna.. I wanna cum!! Can I cum inside you, mommy? Want to fill you so fucking bad" Xiaojun said while still pounding into you. Hendery sent a death glare to him. "What the fuck? She's my-" you cut him "Yes, baby. Cum inside me. Wanna feel your warm cum inside my pussy. I'm on pills" you said. Hendery rolled his eyes. Few thrusts later, Xiaojun finally released his cum. "I'm cumming! Mommy, I'm cumming. A-ahhh" he let out his dick. His cum leaking from your pussy, and he decided to eat you out. "Oh my God!! Xiaojun! S-so good! Fuckkk!" you moaned, your hands jerking Hendery off. "I'm close! C'mon baby. Eat that pussy. Yes like that! Yes!!" you screamed. Xiaojun kept his tongue exploring your cunt, sucking his own cum. Hendery shocked that a virgin boy could actually pleasured his girlfriend. "I'm cuming!!!" your whole body shaking and falling on the bed, basically Xiaojun made your body weak. You released your hand from Hendery's dick, edging him. He groaned.
"It's not fair! I haven't cum yet" he protested. You laughed. "Xiaojun, sit on the couch. You're good for a virgin. But you have to learn more on how to fuck from me" he continued, flip your body so you back lay on the bed. He inserted his cock into your pussy fully in without any warning making you jolt. "Fuck! I'm still sensitive!" you groaned and he smirked. "I don't fucking care" he let out his dick and fully fuck you again. He repeated many times before he started to pounding you with fast pace. You put your right leg on his shoulder, so he could go deeper. "Hnghh, deeper! I love you, I love your cock!" you moaned and he pounded you faster. "You love my cock that much, huh? Better than Xiaojun?" he asked, kneading your breast. You nodded. He then rubbed your clit to give more stimulation. You grabbed his hair roughly as he started kissing your neck. Xiaojun wanted to try something more. So he approching you two and sit on the bed. He started to suck your nipple while Hendery kept pounding inside and out of you. Xiaojun gave you more pleasure and you moaned. "Mmmm so good! Being my pussy fucked and nipple sucked" you grabbed Hendery's hair who now hiding in the crook of your neck sending hot air while your left hand grabbed Xiaojun's hair. Hendery's right hand jerking Xiaojun's dick making him moan. Xiaojun left your nipple from his mouth, instead he's using his fingers to play with your left nipple, Hendery's fingers playing with your right one, while his other hand still pumping Xiaojun. For the reward, Xiaojun kissed Hendery and their tongue fighting against each other. Xiaojun's left hand grabbed Hendery's hair to deepen the kiss. You were really satisfied for the view in front lf you. Xiaojun moaned into the kiss because the pressure that he got from his dick. Xiaojun's hand moved from your nipple to your clit. He rubbed it so fast, as fast as Hendery's pace in fucking you. "Shit! I'm close! Don't stop please, hngg yes! I love the way your cock fucking my pussy. I love you I love you! Xiaojun you're hand's so good playing with my clit. You like it, huh?" you moaned in pleasure. Both of them nodded. Hendery's hand moved faster in rubbing Xiaojun's dick making him moan too." I'm close too, baby. Let's cum together" Hendery asked. Xiaojun couldn't say anything, only throwing back his head. After few more thrust, three of you cum together. Loud moans from you three started to filled the bedroom. "Shit, I'm cumming, baby!" Hendery shouted. Xiaojun let a loud whine "A-ahhhh oh my God, hmmm" Xiaojun whined. Hendery cum inside of you, while Xiaojun's cum on your face, putting it inside your mouth. You swallowed his seed and open your mouth again and let out your tongue to show that you already swallow his cum.
Three of you laid on the bed, fully tired. "Fuck, that was hot" you said. Three of you laughed, actually didn't believe what just happen. "We should try it again sometimes. You have three holes right? We only use two" Xiaojun said. "No! I want to have sex with her, just the two of us. No more threesome. This is the last" Hendery protested. "You're the one who asked for a threesome, dumbass" Xiaojun answered, making you laugh. "Hahaha, maybe we should try next time? I haven't tried anal before" you said making your boyfriend's eyes glared to yours. "Anyways, you're still hungry right? Why don't you go to mcdonalds?" Hendery asked Xiaojun. "Because I still want to continue our time. I only cum once" He continued. Xiaojun laughed. "Okay, okay. Let me wear my clothes first. What do you guys want?" he asked. "2 big macs. And also, can you leave us longer? I mean, I want to fuck her until she passed out" Hendery answered while looking at you. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. I'll go. Thanks Y/n. Can wait to fuck your ass" Xiaojun said leaving both of you.
"So, why don't we continue our session just the two of us?" Hendery asked you, rubbing his own cock that get's hard again. "But now, you have to obeying my word. Do you understand, princess?" he reached your hair, grabbing it roughly. You gulped.
Here we go, guess you couldn't walk and doing your plans tomorrow.
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FALLOUT |LH| ELEVEN
*gif not mine
PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck
WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin taeyong. swearing, unprotected sex (fingering, nipple play)
WORD COUNT: 3,2K
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN
the next chapter is the last one !!
“If you’re calling to keep telling me how stupid and idiot I am, then I suggest you hang up. I don’t care what you have to say,” you spoke when you picked Taeyong’s call.
When you told him the news, you didn’t expect for him to react the way he did. He got furious, and you could swear to yourself you had never seen him that furious. You knew he didn’t like Donghyuck, but you never thought he hated him. No. Despise him.
He was deeply upset about losing you. Losing the love of his life to that asshole. Taeyong watched you with tearful eyes and left your house. Now he had to become the heartless villain because if he couldn’t be happy with you, then one could.
“Don’t worry, you made it very clear your lovelife isn’t none of my business,” He muttered.
“Exactly,” you snapped.
“I just called because my mother wants to see you, but I can tell her you’re busy.”
“Oh…” you sighed. “I uhm… tell her I can meet her for lunch tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
And with that, he hung up.
“Your mother isn’t in town,” Jaemin furrowed, looking at Taeyong.
“I know.”
“Are you gonna tell me why you’re being like this?” Jaemin questioned.
“What do you mean?” Taeyong unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on his chair.
“All weird. You should be happy for her.”
Taeyong rolled his eyes. “And who did she end up with.”
“Donghyuck loves her, yeah, I mean, I don’t exactly support his past but he wants to change and is paying for what he did,” Jaemin shrugged.
“Donghyuck is an asshole,” Taeyong darted his eyes to him.
“But she loves him.”
Taeyong huffed, placing both hands on his desk. Jaemin tilted his head, confused. “Are you perhaps jealous?”
“Why would I be?” Taeyong let his head rest in his hand.
“You tell me.”
“You’re talking nonsense, Jaemin. Go home.”
“Am I?” Jaemin glared at him.
“Fuck off,” Taeyong snorted.
"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Jaemin narrowed his eyes sometimes with slight head tilt
"Yes." Taeyong massaged his temples. "But I guess it doesn't fucking matter now."
"Why you never told her?" Jaemin's voice softened and sat in front of him.
"Because I'm an idiot," Taeyong shook his head in hesitation. "And now she's high off her ass on feelings for him."
Jaemin sighed. "There are plenty of women out there, Tae. Maybe she wasn't for you."
"Yeah." Taeyong stroked his cheek, still head resting in his palm. "Whatever."
After Jaemin left, Taeyong decided to go for a ride and somehow ended up in where your father was hiding. It was one of his warehouses anyways. He parked his car and got off of it. He walked up the stairs and opened the door and found your father sitting on the couch, reading a book.
"Isn't a bit late for visits?" Your father queried, eyes still on the book.
"Your daughter's gonna get married," Taeyong closed the door behind him.
"Congratulations I guess?" He smarted.
Taeyong sighed frustrated. "That wedding can't happen."
"Well, in case you don't recall I don't have the best relationship with her."
"I need to play it by ear something," Taeyong placed his hands on his hips, walking around the room.
"Why do you even care?" Your father glanced at him and then he furrowed.
Taeyong stayed quiet and looked at him. "Now I get why you have me here. This is a passionate revenge.”
Taeyong cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. "You want me to get rid of him, don't you?" Your father inquired.
"That wasn't the plan, but I don't dislike what you said at all." Taeyong sat in front of him.
"I would gladly kill him," Your father smirked. "That son of a bitch ruined my plans. If I didn't get my happy ending then neither does he."
"You know," your father placed the book on the table and continued speaking, "Yuta and I's plan was great, and Haechan or whatever his name is, he simply couldn't keep his hands to himself and fucked up everything.”
“Please don’t remind me you tried to murder her because I still want to rip your head off,” Taeyong snapped.
Your father laughed. “And what's your plan, pretty boy? Killing him and then making her fall in love with you?”
“I wouldn't mind that at all,” Taeyong tilted his head.
“If she never fell in love with you, what makes you think she will after losing his beloved boyfriend?” Your father smarted.
“Because this time I am not a teenager, I am a man,” Taeyong smirked. “A man who is willing to be with her in her grief.”
“You’re pretty messed up, kid.”
“Wanna talk about messed up?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow.
Your father shook his head. “So, do you have something in mind or do you want me to think of something?”
“I have something planned.” Taeyong smiled.
You were waiting for Taeyong's mom outside her favorite restaurant. You frowned when you realized she was late. She was never late for anywhere.
You sighed and got up from the table determined to leave, when Taeyong appeared in front of you. You weren't happy to see him, which was weird. If it had been another occasion, you would be very glad to see him and have lunch together. But not now. You were furious with him.
"You're leaving already?" He asked, looking at you.
You nodded. "I guess your mother couldn't come."
Taeyong pressed his lips together. "I lied to you, she's not even in town."
"Then I better go," you grabbed your bag and walked beside him to leave the restaurant. He grabbed your arm, making you turn back to face him.
You yanked yourself free and hissed. “I don’t wanna argue with you again, Taeyong. I’m leaving.”
"Just... listen to me, please?" His eyes darted yours. "Please."
You let out a resigned sigh. "Fine."
You both sat, him in front of you. "I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. I just... I don't think he's the best for you. I wan-" You opened your mouth but he waved a hand to shoo you. "Let me finish, please."
You bobbed your head. "You know I love you and after what happened, I just want you to be okay. You love Donghyuck, I get it. Still, I don't like him but I'm not gonna lose my friend because of it. You're more important than what I think. So I'm sorry."
You let out a wistful sigh. "I really thought I would never speak to you again. Your words hurt me."
"I know," Taeyong reached out by taking his hand in yours. "And I hate myself so much because of it. I'm sorry."
You nodded and grinned. "Okay."
He cocked his head cutely. "Yes?"
"Yes," you giggled. "Don't do that face. It's impossible to say no to it."
"I know," he winked at you.
And Taeyong smiled to himself. His plan had just begun.
(...)
"Hyuck - fuck," You gasped, fingers tightening in Donghyuck's hair. He only sucked harder, pressing marks into your neck, your fingers continuing appreciating Donghyuck's new gains.
Donghyuck had been training for the past few months and new gains meant the definition in his arms, stomach, thighs and chest. You liked it, God, you liked it. You liked it so much.
He slowly made his way to your nipples where he wet them, biting roughly just to hear you gasp, before blowing on them.
Your shirt essentially torn off, thanks to Donghyuck. You moaned, fingers finding your boyfriend's waist and squeezing.
You gasped as Donghyuck bit down hard on your right boob, before dropping his head right smack in the middle of your chest, breathing heavily as he went to grip your thighs.
"(Y/N)" He was out of breath, moving his hands up to squeeze your waist.
"Hyuck, don't do that" You whined, but still hummed as Donghyuck pressed a kiss from where he rested, right on your sternum.
Donghyuck's lips curved into a smirk, "Do what, love? I love your boobs. They're beautiful." He sounded affected, but smug.
You didn't respond, so Donghyuck took it as encouragement, scraping his teeth over to suck on a nipple, drawing low moans out of you. While one hand dropped down to cup your clothed sex, the other kept squeezing, playing with the other boob. You hissed and bit your lip. “Stop teasing.”
“I’m just taking my time, love.” Donghyuck pressed kisses on your stomach and his hands went to your thighs, stroking them.
You sighed, impatience.
Lips still touching your skin, he dragged his mouth over to bite your right thigh. You choked, hands suddenly coming to grip Donghyuck's hair.
You needed him inside him. Now.
You fumbled with his pants, unzipping them shakily.
"Hey- fuck, love, wait," Donghyuck mumbled, but lifted his hips obediently when you whined about it. He happily squirmed out of his own pants and boxers when you decided to return the favour.
Your hand was pressed into his hard cock. Right. You were too horny to even wait till you got to the bedroom.
He couldn't blame you, honestly. When you got home after having lunch with Taeyong, you saw Donghyuck working out. You got horny and interrupted his workout session by pushing to the couch without a second thought. And after a steamy make out session, there you were, beneath him.
Without a second thought, he licked his fingers and shoved two up your dripping cunt, eager to start. All the while, you cooed and ran your hands up and down his arms. Donghyuck went back to kissing your chest, gasping all the while.
He had the decency to twist his fingers, quickly finding your sweet spot. You gasped, throwing your head back, feeling dizzy with pleasure.
“Donghyuck,” you gasped, “Hyuck- please.” Lucky for you, Donghyuck seemed just as affected, flushed and panting as he added a third finger, thrusting a little faster just to hear you whimper.
Through the haze, you fumbled with the elastic of Donghyuck's boxers, pulling them down hastily and as best as he could with three fingers stuffed up your pussy. You didn’t even get them all the way down. You needed him inside you, told him so.
Donghyuck gasped, “You’re not ready yet.”
“I don’t care,” You moaned, tugging on his wrist with one hand and squeezing the head of Donghyuck¡s dick with the other, “Need you inside, baby.”
“Fuck, fuck, okay, hold on-” Donghyuck muttered, eyelashes fluttering at the friction.
You kissed his chest, just once, before Donghyuck aligning himself with your entrance, lowering himself down quickly even though it hurt. But as he had learned, you liked that little bit of pain.
They moaned in unison as you began to move, impatient already. Donghyuck's hands flew to your waist, gasping.
“Hey, woah, fuck- love,” he groaned, trying to stop himself from fucking into you as he slowed his hips to a slow grind, throwing his head back teasingly. “Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, eyes fluttering in pleasure.
You laughed breathlessly, "Then come, baby. I'll just make you come again, and again, and again." Donghyuck gasped, digging his fingers into your waist. You hoped he left bruises, hoped he wrecked you.
Donghyuck dug his heels into the couch and thrusted up into you. You moaned enthusiastically.
Donghyuck smirked and kissed you, before thrusting up just to hear you moan.
His gaze turned darker, nails digging into your waist.
"Ah- Hyuck," You arched your back when you felt him going deeper. "Fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me, love," Donghyuck hissed, kissing your neck.
With one more thrust, something snapped inside you and you were coming hard, molten pleasure flooding every inch of your body, pussy fluttering around Donghyuck's cock as he came too, thrusting mindlessly to prolong both your orgasms.
Donghyuck groaned. "Fuck, you're so hot, love." You felt your eyes roll back into your head when he got the angle just right.
Donghyuck's pupils were blown wide, mouth kissed red with a slight sheen of sweat over his whole body. He looked delicious, and made you want even more despite having you both climaxed.
You two had to take a break, panting as you came down from their highs. Donghyuck pulled himself out of you, wincing as it slowly slipped out, rubbing against your oversensitive walls. You cooed softly and reached up to kiss him. Donghyuck smiled softly and lay next to you, eyes half closed, clearly tired.
Your eyes then quickly found the hickeys on your chest and stomach. Particularly your chest. Though they were recent, they were already turning a deep red, and no doubt would turn purple overnight. Donghyuck grinned, proudly. His hand reached out to run it over your crotch.
You, seemingly oblivious, was startled to attention at his touch, and looked down. Your eyes immediately widened, and you gasped, smacking his hand away.
“Oh, my fucking God.” You whined. "You gave me hickeys in my pussy!"
"It's technically not your pussy," he shrugged.
“You’re feral. I have a feral fiancé. I can’t believe… this.” You growled.
Pouting, Donghyuck pulled your hands away and kissed your neck softly.
“Don’t. You look good. You look like you’re mine.” You rolled your eyes fondly, turning your head to bite his lip, prompting a sweet smile from him.
“I’m gonna have a hard time covering these up,” you murmured, pulling him closer to you.
“Don’t.” Donghyuck repeated, laughing airily at your groan. He was a nightmare. "Plus, it's not like someone is going to see them besides me."
“You say so…”
Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, eyes darting to you. “Excuse me?”
You laughed. “I’m kidding, babe.”
He groaned and got on top of you. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to.”
“Another round?” You giggled, clamping your thighs on his waist and locked your ankles. “Why are you always so horny?”
“Because you’re so hot,” he smirked and kissed you. “And you made me mad.”
“I was joking!”
“Too bad.” Without any warning, he pulled away and flipped you over. You cried out in surprise. "Keep your ass down."
"Make me." You smirked.
"Oh love, I am gonna make you eat those words.” Donghyuck slightly spanked you.
(...)
You were in your office when the office phone rang; it was your assistant telling you Taeyong was outside. You told her to let him in. You stood up and fixed your skirt. Taeyong opened the door behind him and smiled at you, greeting you. “Hey you.”
“Hey,” you smirked. He walked to you and kissed your cheek. “What are you doing here?”
“I just had lunch with a friend a couple of blocks away and thought of visiting you,” he explained.
“Oh,” you nodded.
“Are you busy? If you are I can leave,” Taeyong looked at you.
“I’m not,” you assured him. “Take a seat, you want something to drink?”
“I’m okay,” he sat on the leather couch and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “How are you?”
You sat next to him, propping your elbows on the outside back. “I’m great. Hyuck’s getting removed the electronic tracking anklet this weekend.”
He slowly nodded. “Are you guys going somewhere to celebrate it?”
“We’re going somewhere but I still don’t know,” you giggled. “Donghyuck planned something and he refuses to tell me where we’re going.”
“Great, that’s great,” he smiled forcibly. “I hope you guys have a great time.”
“Thank you,” you beamed. “I was also thinking you, Jaemin, Lena and I should go somewhere. It’s been ages since we traveled together.”
Taeyong cocked his head cutely. “Where should we go then?”
“The mountains? I don’t know,” you pouted. “Some places where we can have fun but also stay away from everyone.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” he smiled. “You should invite Donghyuck.”
“Are you gonna be okay with it?” You questioned. “I know you don't like him and I don't want it to be awkward for both of you.”
“I’ll be okay, don't worry,” he shook his head and gave you a comforting smile.
“Fantastic!” You clapped your hands together, smiling.
Taeyong tilted his head, looking at you. He noticed that your skin looked more rosy and shiny. Almost like glowing. “You look… different.”
You frowned. “Different? How so?”
“I don’t know, but you do look different.”
“Maybe it’s because I got a trim yesterday,” you shrugged.
“Yeah… maybe.”
Taeyong shook his head. “So, when would the trip be?”
“Maybe in 3 weeks?”
“Yeah, I’ll clean my schedule.”
(...)
You snuggled up to your boyfriend, watching the bonfire that burned in the pit before you on the beach. And right now, there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms, lost in the beat of a nearby boombox and the hypnotic glow of the fire.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered in your ear as the fire began to die down. You looked at Donghyuck, with a relaxed smile on your face.
“Just how wonderful tonight is. Being in your arms,” you sighed, softly. “I don’t want it to end.”
“It doesn’t have to,” he said, as he took your left hand in his, and slipped something on your finger. “Marry me?” he asked while you looked down and saw the silver diamond band he placed on your hand.
You turned around to face him. “Wait, are you serious?”
Donghyuck laughed at this. “No,” he said. “I keep fake engagement rings in my pocket just to fuck with people.” He never could control his sarcasm. “Peel back the diamonds, and that’s pure white chocolate.”
“I’m serious, smartass,” you said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
“So am I,” he replied. “About the proposal, I mean. Not the chocolate.”
“I thought you proposed before..."
"I did, but I didn't have a ring back then," he smiled. "So? Will you marry me?"
"Yes, of course!" you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug that sent both of you off of the log Donghyuck was perched on. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Lee Donghyuck,” you whispered in between soft kisses placed on his even softer lips.
He smirked and kissed you back. “Let’s not wait,” you whispered.
“Wait for what?”
“To get married,” you said, louder, as you sat back down on the log. “I never wanted the big wedding anyway. All I want is to be yours. Forever.”
“I guess we could go down to the courthouse tomorrow,” your fiancé pondered.
"We could do that. I don't mind," he beamed. "But we need witnesses and we don't know one here."
You giggled. "My friends will be upset if they are not my witnesses."
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Kim Seokjin
𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫ᵏˢʲ
You sat down at your desk, typing away at the keys of your laptop. You had an assignment to finish by the weekend and right now, it was a late Thursday night and you were exhausted. Extremely exhausted. ".... I just can't do it!!" You exclaimed as you threw yourself onto your bed and muffled out into your pillow. Reaching for your phone, you decide to call your boyfriend Jin. You knew he'd make you feel better as he was your number one when it came to hard situations like this, he was always loving and he knew how to calm you.
"Jin babe, can you come over? I really need to see you." You whined through the phone as you heard him lowly chuckle at your sudden neediness as soon as he answered.
"I'll be over in no time baby, I'll bring my keys and let myself in."
Within 30 minutes he arrived bringing the two of you takeout pizza for dinner, to see you sitting at your desk again but this time you were crying.
"Y/n baby. What's wrong?" He pulled you up to bury your head in his chest as your tears left wet patches on his thick sweater.
"I just can't complete my assignments Jinnie, it's too much. I've got nearly no time left to finish and I'm no where near done."
"Don't worry baby, you need to relax for awhile. We're gonna spend tonight together okay? Completely stress free and then tomorrow I'll help you finish off your work."
He rubbed your back to soothe you and you looked up into his eyes with your arms wrapped around his torso. Jin cupped your face and kissed your swollen lips, then your tear stained cheeks, making you blush. He let his forehead rest against yours with your noses rubbing together as he whispered out "You're to pretty to cry baby, no more crying for me please. Can you do that?"
The two of you ate the pizza sitting on your bed watching a film that he had chosen to watch and soon enough you were wrapped in his arms with your head placed gently on his well-built chest. He kissed your forehead making you look up at him, without any hesitations he kissed your lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth as you accepted and slid yours into his mouth. Large hands held your hips as he guided you to straddle his torso, intentionally making your core press against his bulge. Your hands travelled to his hair as you run your fingers through his soft brown locks as he gripped your ass, making your hips slightly grind against him as you felt him grow hard.
You pulled off your small pyjama shorts leaving yourself in a small red lacey thong and a white tee, revealing your bare torso and outlining your nipples. Seokjins eyes widened at the sight of you on top of him as he kissed your neck leaving behind red splotches and saliva on your skin.
"We're gonna try something tonight baby."
"O-Okay..." you mumbled as he began to pull at your waistband of your underwear whilst hovering over your body as you laid across your bed. His fingers looped underneath and he pulled them down your thighs with no trouble at all, you instantly felt the wetness as you got butterflies, fluttering at his touch. You was so hooked on him. Everything about Jin was absolute perfection. His hair fell perfectly around his face, framing it beautifully to show off his eyes. You looked deeply into his eyes while he slipped a finger through your now glistening folds.
"You're already this wet? We've only just started playing y/n."
"Jin stop teasing me. Please." You whined for him as you held the back of his neck with your arms draped around his broad shoulders. Jin pressed a passionate kiss against your lips, it felt as if he wanted to devour you, but he was too gentle and delicate to completely let loose.
You decided to test him by whispering up in his ear, his fingers played with your pussy gently, pressing against your clit and rubbing through your wet slits yet still not pushing his fingers inside your clenching walls. A smirk crawled across his lips as you pulled him down to kiss your lips, you moaned into his mouth as he finally inserted two of his fingers inside you making you squirm instantly. Pulling away from his lips, you whispered deeply into his ear, letting your hot breath hit against his soft skin.
"You know how sexy you look right now?"
You let your hand trace the bare skin of his shoulder as you lightly tickled his upper arm, ensuring to soothe him. He looked you dead in the eyes after you pressed a small kiss to the side of his cheek, pushing his fingers deeper into you and curving them as he fucked you with his fingers at a quicker pace than before. Lust waved over him and he stared back at you, watching you completely unfold in front of him as you submitted to him in such an early stage.
"Let's get a better view baby." He hummed against your skin, making you shiver. You was completely confused as to what he was about to do with you, yet you wasnt about to stop it. He pulled away his hand from your pussy and you hissed from the loss of pleasure. Jin took your hand and stood you in front of the long full length mirror that was mounted to your wall, standing behind you and pressing soft yet sensual kisses along your nape and then along the previous marks he made. Every movement he made you could see with your own eyes, turning you on even more than before. His large hands roamed around your body, causing your skin to burn at his touches. Your nipples hardened through your tshirt, making Seokjin run his fingers around them before he gently pinched your left nipple through the fabric. The two of you were looking at eachother in the mirror, admiring the way you two fit together and the lack of clothes you shared as his trousers and sweater had disappeared, leaving him in just his boxers. His lightly toned abs pressed against your back while his hard member was kept in his underwear, making the fabric tighten around his waist as his cock grew harder and harder due to being wedged against your ass.
Jin suddenly stripped himself of the inconvenient fabric, letting his dick spring up and hit just underneath his belly button, taking ahold of his cock and pumping himself a couple of times to make sure it was rock hard. You bent over slightly to allow him to enter you from behind after you'd realised what his plan was, you wasn't disappointed at all. Seeing him pushing himself all the way in made you wetter in ways you couldn't ever imagine, he held your hips as his dick filled your pussy and he let you adjust to his size. Your mouth hung open at the sight and made you spill out the loud moans you so desperately tried to keep inside. Yet his member hit your spot over and over again causing you to moan out his name loudly. You could see everything, his dick was entering you at an inhumane pace and every vein in his hard cock could be seen.
Continuing to thrust harder, he reached around to stimulate your clit by rubbing softly against your nub
"Fuck Jin... I'm so close." You moaned out.
He managed to latch his lips onto your neck once again, breathing out heavy and uttering your name repeatedly into your skin. He enjoyed you looking so fucked out for him almost way too much, it was absolutely euphoric for him. Your high was near as your core threatened to spill out over his cock, the knot in your stomach unraveled as your release dripped down his member.
Pants escaped your mouth as you knelt down in front of him, you realised he hasn't cum yet and you wanted to taste him.
"Oh y/n you're such a good girl for me baby."
He whispered as you took him inside your mouth, letting him guide your head along his shaft with his fingers gripped in your hair. The rest of his shaft that you couldn't take in your mouth, you pumped with your hand to let him feel extremely pleasured. Jins cock twitched inside your mouth letting you know he was about to cum, you sucked the tip of his dick before opening your mouth and hanging your tongue out, ready for him. His white strings of release were left all on your tongue as he pumped himself with breathy moans.
He cleaned you up giving you a passionate kiss once the two of you were dressed, resuming your position in bed cuddling together as the credits of the film rolled down the blank tv screen. "Y/n we missed the film babe." He muffled into your hair with a small laugh escaping his lips. "It's okay baby, we can always watch it another time." You smiled back at him.
"You always know exactly how to take all my stress and troubles away you know?" You told him with a peck on his nose. He rubbed your arm lovingly, chuckling to himself. "It's what I do best y/n."
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This took me so long to write omg I'm sorry 🤍🙈
But anyways Hiiiiii :)
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I think my flatmate forgot that tomorrow's my birthday. We've only been living together for 6 months or so..so.... Actually during the first two weeks of this month I was super afraid that I had forgotten her birthday because I remembered that it was somehow in the vicinity of mine. I constantly was like "fuck, what if yesterday was her bday and I just forgot and she didn't say anything?"
This post is a serious "poor me"-thing so, sorry for that haha. Just felt like sharing. If I'm really honest with myself, it makes me very sad. It's just that she's gonna be the only person I'll physically interact with tomorrow. I only have one other friend in this city (a person I feel very close to and that I've only known for two years and seen about four or five times in that timeframe/in my entire life) who won't even be in town. People will call and write, yeah sure. When they won't think that I'll be too busy with work. But they won't be here.
Also, I'm sick. I've been having symptoms for a week but never had a positive test, so it's probably just a normal cold but it still kinda sucks. I won't be able to go out? We won't be able to go out. I also had to cancel the birthday party for saturday (no big deal I'll reschedule it it would have been to cold to do it in the garden anyway).
And one of our meetings from hell will be tomorrow morning. Like...those meetings I'm and we all are always afraid of because we decide on who will be a guest on our show and we are listening to the pre-interviews we did and my boss seizes the opportunity to be a fucking dick and elegantly demean us, etc...
I swear to god: I've decided not to let him torment me tomorrow. To not let it get to me. And I also don't WANT to need my flatmate to remember my birthday but.... I don't know. It just feels sad. And I think it's good to feel sad about it because it IS sad...?
It kinda makes me think back to my first quarantine birthday that I spent here with my former flatmate. The musician I had a crush on but kinda de-crushed on when he tried to find weird pseudo-intellectual ways to rationalize racism? Who didn't understand that Handmaid's Tale was a feminist? Who probably didn't really know what feminism was, bless that poor boy. Anyway. He was so so cute that day. He cooked me lunch 🥺🥺. And we had drinks the night before. And ...it was just really nice.
ETA - I was meaning to add something and forgot:
What I wanna take away from this is, that I desperately need to make changes. Whatever those changes may look like. But I always feel that when I experience profound sadness and am lucky enough to be able to change anything about my circumstances: I should just do that. Let's hope it will work out and I'll have enough courage.
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BlitzStrike Smut Oneshot ;-;
AHAHHAHA OMG so I saw this amazing drawing of Striker in a swag leather outfit and I am totally about to write a seggs scene of Blitz and Striker off of it ;-; I would share the image but out of respect I know some people dont appreciate their art being sexualized, althooouuugghh I did a quick google search of the outfit items so yall can get a better understanding of what Striker's outfit looks like~~
Aaaaaand so basically I think this made a wonderful smut starter for the two XD enjoy lol enjoy bottom Striker cause we don't have enough of him
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Blitz lazily stumbled through his apartment door, throwing his keys and phone on the counter. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing himself something cold to drink. A long day of work, and nearly a week since he'd last seen his mate, Striker. As tired as he was, he recieved a text from the imp earlier, making him eager and excited.
Be quick to get home, sugar. I'll be waiting~
Since Striker was out on a hitman job it'd been awhile since the two were able to do anything... physical together. (And yes, almost a week without non-phone sex was a long time for them.)
Blitz took a few chugs of his soda before trashing the can, and took off his shoes and jacket as he headed for the bedroom.
"Striker, I'm home!"
"I'm in the bathroom."
Blitz followed the sound of his mates voice through the bedroom and towards their conjoining bathroom. Before he reached for the door knob the door itself opened and Blitz's jaw dropped.
Striker had tight, short black leather shorts on with a fitted black leather jacket. His rock hard abs were exposed to the open air with nothing underneath the jacket, and he had a black o-right choker around his neck.
"I don't get how you wear these all the time," Striker adjusted the choker that was securely tightened around his neck. "I feel like I'm gonna unintentionally choke myself to death--"
Striker's eyes momentarily widened as Blitz aggressively yet subtly pulled Striker close to his face by the ring on the choker. He quickly shifted his expression to a more seductive gaze as Blitz looked him up and down, soaking in the sight of Striker in front of him.
"My hell, babe, you look sexy as fuck," Blitz's breath was hot against Striker's neck. He breathed in a sharp breath as a red finger dragged itself down the side of his face.
"Oh, yeah? Does my new outfit turn you on, sugar?"
"Oh fuck yeah. I might as well fuck you right through those tight shorts of yours."
"Talk about tight~" The two went in for a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues went right for each others mouths as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their warm bodies together. Blitz brought a hand down and tightly squeezed Striker's ass, earning a moan against his mouth in response. Never letting go of his grip on the choker, Blitz moved his free hand slowly to the growing buldge at the front of Striker's shorts. He ever so lightly rubbed his crotch. Striker moaned louder and made an attempt to grind up against Blitz's hand, but whined as Blitz pulled away.
"Ah, ah, ah, Stinker. Be patient with me babe."
Striker growled and met his lips with Blitz's again. Blitz led them to their bed, never breaking contact, and sat down as Striker eagerly staddled him.
"No--" Blitz pushed him off and forced him down on his knees. "You're gonna suck my dick like it's the last cock in hell."
Striker's eyes widended. "But Blitz I--" the Envy imp was cut off as Blitz pulled Striker by the choker to his face, yanking harder this time.
"Gag reflex? I know," Blitz gave Striker an evil grin. "Now won't you be a good boy and suck off daddy for me?" Striker tensed under Blitz's grip and narrowed his gaze, but nodded. He watched as Blitz stripped off his shirt and pants with his underwear, his large, patchwork cock springing out. Blitz took Striker by the horns as the paler imp slowly took the full lenghth in his mouth inch by inch. He started bobbing his head, trying to relax his throat as much as possible. Blitz started to thrust, gagging sounds gurgling up in Striker's throat. With that he face-fucked him harder, tightening his grip on Striker's horns as he came closer to cumming.
Striker's throat burned and he desperaely wheezed for air. Giving in he did the signified two taps on Blitz's leg, tapping out of the blow job. Blitz immidiately stopped and gazed down at Striker as he gasped for air and coughed.
"You ok?"
After catching his breath Striker rubbed his throat as he looked up at his mate. "Yeah, yeah. Bit too much for me. You're the blowjob master here," Striker weakly grinned up at Blitz.
"Hah! Well, you got good hands. Why don't you use them, cowboy?" Blitz leaned backed and supported his weight with his arms.
Striker chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, b--, daddy."
The gruff, aroused voice of Striker's made Blitz squirm as the cowboy wrapped a hand around Blitz's cock and started stroking.
"Mm, yeah buckeroo, you know how it's done," Blitz breathily praised Striker as he started to buck his hips up against Striker's grasp. Eventually Blitz finally had his sweet release, slightly tilting his head back and letting out a deep throat moan. Striker's hand was coated in white as Blitz bucked through his orgasm. Once he finished he bent down and took Striker by the choker again.
"Guess we don't need the lube now we've got my sweet juices to pound your ass."
Striker grinned as he stood up and was finally able to straddle Blitz.
"Ya want me ta bounce on yer dick like I'm ridin' the most furious rodeo-bull in town, bossman?" Striker leaned down and gave Blitz a deep, heated kiss as Blitz ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh fuck yeah, babe. I fucking missed you."
"So did I, darlin'," Striker muttered as he started passionately kissing Blitz again. Blitz slid his hands up Striker's firm torso and slipped his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor.
Striker whined as he started grinding up against Blitz's hips, the tightness and friction making him harder by the second.
"Mm-- Fuck, Blitz I-- I need it--"
"You need what, babe? Tell me what it is and maybe I'll give it to you," Blitz whispered against Striker's neck before licking from the collar bone up his neck.
"Just fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in my ass so bad right now!"
"If you so desperately need it, Stinker,"
Striker sighed in relief as Blitz undid his belt and unzipped the tight shorts.
"What? You went commando?? That's my thing!"
Striker chuckled as Blitz tore his shorts the rest of the way off. Striker sat up taller on his knees, keeping a steady grip on Blitz's shoulders as Blitz spat on an scissored two fingers inside his hole.
"Nngh, ah," Striker painfully moaned as Blitz finger-fucked him. Blitz soon added a third, going deeper but not hitting his sweet spot just yet. Once he felt he was loose enough, Blitz took out his fingers and Striker's hips were guided down on the crimson imp's dick.
The feeling of being filled made Striker hitch his breath in pleasure. He started to rock himself on Blitz's dick, grunting and moaning at the feeling.
Blitz met Striker's thrusts with his own, quickly forming a brutal pace as he tried to aim for Striker's sweet spot.
"Ah! Hah, hah, harder! Harder Blitz pound my ass harder!"
Blitz obliged and placed both of his hands tightly on Striker's hips.
"Right there! Right there, darlin, fuck!"
Keeping the angle Blitz continued to hit Striker's sweet spot dead on. Striker's grip on Blitz tightened. He was close. He found himself grinding his hard-on agaisnt Blitz's stomach. He felt a lenghtly tail wrap around his cock, moaning louder--and more high pitched--as Blitz stroked him with his tail. Blitz had never heard him moan like this before and fuck was it hot.
"C-close! I-I'm so close Blitz! Fu-ck!"
"Striker! I love you! H-holy shit!"
Both imp's visons whited out as they came together. Their hips and lips sloppily met as they rode out their orgasms, the room filled with the sound of their pleasure-filled screams and the squeeking of the bed beneath them.
Panting, Blitz fell on his back as Striker collapsed next to him. Their tails subconsciously intertwined as their heavy breathing slowed. For awhile they sat in silence, the afterglow of their highs washing over them in a sweet bliss. At one point Striker managed to take off the choker, it was way too tight for his taste.
"I love you too," Striker broke the silence as he lovingly gazed at Blitz. Blitz smiled and scooched himself closer to Striker, cuddling up with his mate.
Striker cuddled himself in as well, their bodies respectively intertwining as they ignored the sweaty, sticky mess of their bodies.
"Dear Satan, I've never heard you get vocal like that before."
Striker blushed as he kissed Blitz's forhead. "Well I ain't ever bern fucked like that before,"
Blitz smiled and kissed Striker's chest in return. They sat silently for another few minutes.
"No more week long jobs. It's too long."
"Agreed."
With no other commentary Blitz purred as Striker gently rubbed circles below his spines. Soon enough they passed out, sleeping deeply in their lover's embrace.
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This took my way longer to write than it needed to be it's almost midnight and i have school tomorrow wtf
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It's a Date?
plot(ig):you get asked on a date by itadori yuji and it was good unit he started acting funny.
warnings: langage and i kinda mad itadori a fuck boy in a part of it :) oops(not really tho)
A/n: aaa i had so much fun with this idea, i hope you like it and please like and reblog it
"ya so its a date?" you couldn't change your mind with the smile on his face so you agreed and =g with his friends, and damn he was fast. he only lose one because his very kind friends dog knocked him over.
you started laughing and your friends asked what was so funny. "that guy's dog just body checked the one with pink hair" you covered your asusment with your hand over your mouth. but your friends looked confused
"um (name) there's no dogs over there" your best friends looked at you like your losing your mind. but she was crazy there where 2 dogs over there.
"what do you mean? look a black and white dog- oh shit never mind" you shook your head and looked back over, where those curses? you forgot that you were the only person in your friend group who could see curses, you didn't want to tell then because they didn't believe in them.
"that guy is cute imma go talk to him!" you quickly jump up and walk over but you noticed the girl who he was talking to, was that his girlfriend? you wouldn't be surprised he is extremely handsome. but woers goes to worse it is his girlfriends but there black hairs dude with the dogs is cute to.
"hey can i pet your dogs?" you asked looking at the blue haired guy, who gave you a very surprised look.
"y-you can see them?" he asked looking almost scared. you shook your head and waved at the pink haired one. you needed to know his name. "um ya you can pet them but you do know those dogs ar-"
"are curses? yes i know. and yes i can see curses, no i'm not becoming a jujutsu sorcier" you cut him off, smiling like it was a common and normal thing to say. he just nodded and looked over to his friends. "hey what's that guys name?" you asked pointing to they guy you where eyeing "and does he have a girlfriend?"
"thats itadori yuji, and no i dont think theres anyone in the world besides gojo and nobara who can stand him" he rolled his eyes and looked at you. "oh don't tell me you think he's cute or something?"
"sorry but he is very cute but what's your name? we could be friends" you flashed a smile at yuji when he looked at you.
"well i think your just his type, but you would probably get along with him. oh also my name is Fushiguro Megumi" he smiled a little at you and then took out his phone.
"that's a cute name but im going to go talk to itadori now, also you dogs are cute!" you said walking over to itadori.
"hey" you smiled "i was wondering if you wanted to be friends i guess, i was watching you guys race from over there and you looked like fun to hang out with" you glanced at the girl he was with and your guessing her name is nobara based off what Fushiguro said.
itadori eyed you up and down before giving you a toothy grin that almost looked cocky. "ya for sure! you wanna hang out with us for the rest of the day? we are gonna go to the mall soon and then we going to get some food" he offered and you looked bad to your friends and the to the grass. you guys were hanging out, but then again you guys hang out all the time. they will be fine without you for one day.
"ya sure, but i drove here with my friends so id have to ride with one of you, and i have to go tell my friends nicely i'm ditching them" you let out a small giggle.
"ok that's fine we have one more seat in nobaras car" he pointed to the girl next to him and she waved at you, she was really pretty. you nod and ran over to your friends.
you walked up to them and smiled shyly. "hey, so i'm going to go hang out with that dude and his friends today, is that ok?" you asked as the guilt of leaving your life long friends for some guy you just met.
"ya that's fine we can hang out tomorrow but go get yourself laid we all know you need it" your friends waved you off before giving you side eye and started laughing. "ya ya shut up, you two have fun" you grabbed your purse and ran back over to the 3.
"ok they know your not kidnapping me" your comment made nobara and itadori laugh. it's your mission to make megumi laugh and to flirt with itadori witch will be easy.
"ok lets go" nobara grabbed her bag and keys and we started walking to her car. "im sitting in the front. and yuji i will punch you if you try to beat me to the car" megumi grunted and glared at yuji. it was hard to tell the he actually wanted to hang out with either of them, he didn't smile much and he would insult them but that may just be him.
you hopped in and reached for the seat belt but-- "uh there's no seat belt"-- you quickly realized there was no seat belt on your side.
"oh ya sorry my cousin decided to cut the seat belt in half you have to side in the middle or not buckle" you gave you a apologetic look.
"oh now i see why Fushiguro didn't want to sit in the back" you chuckled because it was getting a little awkward in the car.
you slid next to yuji and placed your bag on the seat you should be sitting in and buckled. "good choice, nobara sucks at driving" yuji whispered in to your ear sending chills down your spine. you giggled and took out your phone to check you messages from your friends.
you had 2 text your friend. 'what's that guys name?' and ' has he dicked you down yet?' where those said text. you started laughing and went to reply forgetting how close you are to yuji. 'the guy with the pink hair is itadori and sadly no lol'
itadori smirked at the text before leaning in to your ear. "sadly uh?" you wiped your head away from your phone almost hitting him in the face with yours. his smirk went away as soon had he saw your face. "um sorry i shouldn't have read your text" his face turned a little red and he looked up so see you guys had 5 mins till you got to the mall.
"its ok, but can i have your number?" you ask holding out your phone. he shook his head and took your phone to put his number in, and but his name as 'hot guy from park' you snorted at the name and rolled your eyes. the last 4 minutes when by fast as nobara started blasting her favorite songs and you guy where at the mall in no time.
nobara and megumi when into a clothing shop because she was going to give him a better style so you and yuji went to look around a shoe store a little bit away from them. you and yuji started talking about shoes you guys wish you could afford and laughed a little together before leaving to grab ice cream.
"hey so this may be a little random and i get if you say no but would you wanna go out together? like tonight maybe" yuji scratched the back of if head as his face started to turn red.
"ya sure like a date?" you asked taking a lick at your melting ice cream.
"ya so it's a date?" you couldn't change your mind with the smile on his face so you agreed and he texts nobara that you two are going to go out. you guys start talking about where to go to eat and what to do.
"why don't we just stay here and there's a taco bell down the road we could go to for food later?" Yuji looked at you and started laughing.
"i'm ok with that but taco bell for our first date?" he snickered as you shook your head. "ok im good with that" he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. his hands were so much bigger than yours, he was so much bigger than you in general. you had a thin shirt on and it was getting a little chilly and Yuji nodisted so he almost forced you to take his hoodie and put it on almost drowning in the sent of cedar wood and sage.
you guys found a bench and sat down to start getting too know each other, sharing childhood stories and your likes and dislikes. he looked a little cold because he didn't have a hoodie on so you scooted closer and wrapped his arm around him in a weak attempt to warm him up a little.
"you looked a little cold" you almost whisper nuzzling your head into his chest. the laugh that left his mouth sounded so deep when your head was against him. his heart beat was getting faster and faster like he was getting scared or nervous. he was fine before, maybe you were pushing your boundaries by snuggling up to him. you glanced at his wrist and there where 2 black lines forming around his wrist slowly so you pulled away from him to look at him.
the only thoughts that went through your mind was 'holy shit' and 'what the fuck is going on?'. Yuji now had some black face markings on him forehead, nose and cheeks. not to mention that this didn't look like Yuji, ya his hair was the same before he pushed his it back and same clothes but it wasn't Yuji. "Yu-"
"I'm not Yuji sweetheart, Im sukuna and this brat besided to eat one of my fingers but i'm the king of curses." sukuna cuts you off and smiled, fuck even their smiles are different and his voice is so much deeper than yuji's. "but damn this brat can pull some cuties, i always like to take a look at them myself, normally scares them off"
"oh well nice to meet you sukuna" you said slowly still trying to process everything, but it makes sense if megumi has his curses and training to become a sorcerer, no doubt him and nobara and too. they probably go to school together. but you have an idea that he had a curse but this is not what you expected. but he was hot, you hated to say it but he was but he was only hot because Yuji is to.
"damn it sukuna stop that. your so annoying" the voice was Yugi's but there mouth was moving, god this was confusing but apparently he can still talk when sukuna have control over the body. "your lucky i cant kill you brat. but fine i'll go" sukuna replied to Yuji and the markings started to slowly fade.
"uh i'm sorry about that, he likes to do that sometimes, he's a dick but i'm not! he just gets cireus and wants to see things in his own eyes" Yuji appolagised letting out a big sigh. "he used to be worse but im starting to get him whipped, he thought this era was better than this." yuji started to chuckle so you did to.
"i can still talk and see you tho" a mouth appeared on Yuji's cheek then disappeared.
"uh now that's a little freaky" pointing at his cheek you start to laugh. "but just know this isn't gonna scare me off, i've seen a lot of things before"
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A/n: sorry but im getting lazy on this and idk what else to put on here :) so here you go, please like and reblog also sry if i spelled any names wrong
#jjk imagines#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu sorcerer#yuji itadori#itadori yuuji#itadori x y/n#sukuna#anime imagines#sukuna x y/n#love you bestie
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