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Stardust Crusaders Touching Your Breasts
Fem Reader!
Warnings: SFW + NSFW but SFW is still a bit spicy!
Jotaro Kujo
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Honestly, you either asked him to touch them or he accidentally did.
Either way, heâd grunt and mutter his catchphrase before adjusting his hat to hide his blush.
Though if you request for him to touch them, he reluctantly would, glaring at you in disapproval, though you know that itâs a tough facade hiding curiousity.
Heâs never touched anyone like this, so he hesitantly cups his hand upon your left breast, feeling the softness beneath his palm before squeezing. His grip is slightly tight due to his inexperience and flustered state.
If you moan his soul will leave his body
Never looks you in the eye while doing this. His gaze is invisible underneath his hat but is fixed onto your breasts.
Under normal circumstances it goes no further than this and he immediately lets go before walking off, cheeks blushing a scarlet red as he grits his teeth.
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If you decide to go further, itâs because you insisted that he keep going and both of you ended up horny.
This is when he would make eye contact, glaring while biting his lip before grabbing your other breast and squeezing both at the same time.
After some time heâd order you to lift your shirt and bra, staring at your breasts for a while (you swear that you see him swallow) before grabbing them again.
Heâd subconsciously be rather rough because of his arousal, but if you show any signs of pain heâd soften his touches to the point where you can barely feel them.
Heâll play with your nipples, flicking and pressing them them with his thumbs before squeezing the mounds together, admiring the view for a while. While he may hold his perpetual glare, you can see awe meddle with the roughness of his gaze.
You can tell by his expression that he's holding back some kind of urge; in reality he desperately wants to suck the life out of your tits but is too shy to.
Unless you plan to have sex, this is the furthest heâd go when messing around, but it still feels amazing having your breasts fondled by his warm, callous hands.
Noriaki Kakyoin
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This is a rare moment where youâd catch him off guard. Heâd flinch slightly but immediately regain composure, despite the pink on his cheeks.
âHmm? Youâd like me to do that right now, dear?â His tone is casual, but you can definitely notice a hint of seduction. âAlright, I donât mind~â
He slowly reaches for your breasts and cups and squeezes them with just the right amount of pressure, watching your face intently as he gently fondles them.
For the most part heâd look rather poised and focused, though heâd lightly tease you by whispering in your ear every now and then.
âWow (Name)~ Theyâre so soft~â
He will breathe against your neck to rile you up, leaving a couple of slow, teasing kisses on your skin.
There is so much sexual tension between the two of you during these moments, which you're both keenly aware of.
When heâs done heâll kiss your cheek. He wouldnât do it for too long unless youâd like to go a bit further with it.
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If you are both in the mood, heâll kiss you intensely while holding your torso close to him.
After you give him permission, heâll lift your shirt and bra before kissing you again, leading kisses down your neck towards your chest.
Heâll gently squeeze your breasts together and bury his face in between them, enjoying your scent and pillowy warmth while playing with your nipples.
Kakyoin will use his skilled tongue to good use and lick your skin teasingly while looking up with you with a seductive glint in his eyes. He leaves the skin of your breasts lightly coated in his saliva and plays with your nipples with the tip of his tongue, flicking it back and forth.
He will suck your tits every few seconds to get you to moan out loud for him. The sucks grow a tad harsher when you donât give him what he wants.
Heâs kinky so he may leave one or two hickeys if heâs really in the mood.
While he may be great at maintaining his calm demeanor, make no mistake, he can be a beast if coaxed.
If you insist that he give it his all, he will waste no time in expertly ravaging your breasts, using his hands, lips, teeth, and tongue to squeeze, suck, nibble, and lick every inch of your chest until youâre a moaning and whining mess.
Never underestimate him when heâs horny.
Jean Pierre Polnareff
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It would either start from him playfully groping you and you telling him you enjoy it, or you straight up asking him (that always noticeably flusters him). Either way, heâs onto you in less than a second.
âAnything for you, ma belle~!â
Heâd start off frisky from the get go, squeezing and burying his face between your breasts, leaving excited kisses along your neck.
He gazes up at you most of the time to watch your expression and smiles gleefully at signs that youâre enjoying it.
Heâd leave hickeys all over you and youâd have to urge him not to do so in noticeable parts.
It would honestly be pretty difficult not to go further than this at this point, but if you really canât/donât want to heâll respect you, albeit with a little pout.
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Letâs be honest, it wouldnât take long for things to escalate.
He will lie you down on the closest surface to continue your little tryst, though he prefers a bed because itâs the most romantic.
Heâd rather hastily take your shirt off and unclip your bra before kissing all over your breasts, leaving a couple hickeys.
He is much slower after getting rid of the obstacles in his way, gently sucking on your tits, alternating between them while his fingers lightly flick and roll the nipple that isnât currently in his mouth.
He makes sure to be as delicate with you as possible. Even if you request that he be rougher, he will be very hesitant, only making his actions more passionate (even if he already was) rather than blatantly rough.
He will praise you endlessly, complimenting your beauty and softness and how delicious you smell and taste, all the while blushing and in a daze. All of his words are romantic.
70% of the time, you end up making sweet love đ
Muhammad Avdol
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He never does anything blatantly sexual without asking for permission, so youâd have to ask him to touch your chest. Of course, heâd be caught off guard and red faced at your request.
Heâd ask you if youâre certain and, after a lot of reassurance, heâd comply, though his touch would almost be ghostly. He isnât extremely nervous, but is a tad shy and wants to respect your boundaries so youâd have to gently tell him to be a little rougher if you want him to be.
Despite his initial nervousness, it doesnât take long for him to ease into it and regain his usual poise and confidence. His touch is still gentle, but he is an attentive person and quickly picks up on where and how to touch you.
He may tease you a bit, but itâs always subtle and full of praises as he lightly squeezes your mounds in his large hands.
âRelax my dear~ Youâve worked so hard lately, it means a lot to me that you trust me to relieve you of your stress~â
He wouldnât go any further than this unless you ask him to, though if you do, heâd gladly comply.
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Like Polnareff, he prefers somewhere romantic like a bed. Heâd slowly lie you down upon it before gently stripping you of your shirt and unhooking your bra, admiring the sight before him while complimenting your appearance.
Heâd then trace your curves with his fingers as if youâre a delicate work of art, taking his time before lighting squeezing your flesh in his palms.
Heâd fondle your breasts for a little while, only focusing on making you feel good. He uses your body language to dictate whether he should continue the same treatment or move on to the next step.
He will move on accordingly, pressing slow kisses all over your chest before licking your nipples as preparation. After that, he gently begins sucking and nibbling on them, only being slightly rougher if you ask for it.
With him thereâs no sense of urgency; if there is no immediate threat, he will do it for as long as you desire, and the stress relief from this experience has you feeling lighter than a cloud.
Joseph Joestar
SFW
Thereâs no doubt that heâs the type to tease you whenever he gets the chance, especially if it involves physical touch. His favorite is playfully groping you, and he isnât afraid to do so in public either. Though whenever he gropes you, itâs always mostly just a quick squeeze.
Needless to say, when you request that he do more, heâs giddy.
âI knew youâd come âround to it, sweetheart~!â
After finding a private spot, he starts it all off by giving you a passionate kiss while groping you roughly, which is enough to knock the breath out of you.
He doesn't hesitate to immediately give you a couple of dark hickeys on your neck. In his younger days he wouldn't give any qualms about whether they were visible, however he is far more mindful now, only giving you one or two in a visible area just to tease you.
Heâd motorboat you just to tease you, and he loves it when you laugh. Both of you are quite giggly the entire time.
He's rather rough with you overall, so you may have to ask him a couple of times to be a bit gentler. He doesn't mean to make you uncomfortable, he's just very physically affectionate.
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It wouldnât take that long for you guys to get steamy.
Once you give the ok you swear that only a millisecond passes before your chest is bare before his eyes. He grins widely.
âYouâre as gorgeous as ever~â he says with a wink.
Heâll nip lightly at your skin, using his hands to feverishly grope the soft flesh of your breasts and squeeze his face between them.
A couple of playful hickeys are littered along your collarbone and all over your breasts, a couple dangerously close to your nipples.
He takes some time ignoring your nipples and is satisfied when you finally become a moaning and whining mess. Thatâs when he finally gives you want you desire, suckling, nipping and flicking his tongue at your buds enthusiastically.
Despite the intimacy of this moment, heâs still a jokester, tickling your sides slightly with the light touch of his fingertips to make you squirm and laugh.
If you have free time you go at this for a while, and the chances of things escalating are quite high. đ
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RoR: How they sleep with their s/o (headcanons) đ
Jack
Jack likes when youâre strapped to his arm at night. He has a habit of reading a bit of Shakespeare before bed, so being close enough to him that he can smell your shampoo is actually one of his favourite moments of the day.
When the reading time is over, Jack prefers to lie face to face with you and hold hands. Of course, he doesn't mind any other position where he can observe you.
Yeah, Jack is a little creepy because he likes to watch you sleep. He admires your beauty and hearing your calm breathing makes him happy because he never expected to have someone who felt so safe around him.
Since he's the last one to fall asleep, you'll probably wake up first. Jack doesn't mind if you wake him up with kisses.
Poseidon
Poseidon allows you hug him. Feel grateful. He ONLY does it because youâre such a crybaby and he is tired of your big teary eyes you constantly make. He thinks that hugging is useless and doesnât provide anything, but just for your sake he can get through thisâŚ
STFU, POSEIDON. You love cuddling.
He holds you in a tight hug, with his hand on your back and your head on his chest. He likes to feel your warm breath on his skin, but - once again - he would never admit it.
Poseidon has a cold body, so you can use it as an additional reason to cuddle.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub will go to bed the moment he hears you taking a shower before sleep. He doesnât care if he has something to do. He doesnât want to miss the opportunity for a cuddle.
Beelzebub is a small spoon. You hold him from behind with your arm around his waist and your forehead resting against his back - he just feels wanted and that feeling kills him.
That being said, he would never ask you for a cuddle, but if you donât initiate, he gives you that inpatient look over a shoulder. Donât act dumb.
Beelzebub likes to listens your calm breathing. For him it's the best lullaby. Knowing that someone shares something as trivial as sleeping in the same bed with him is amazing to him.
Thor
He is a living radiator, so you probably donât need a blanket.
Thor isnât into cuddling, but isnât against it either. Definitely wouldnât say no to you. The important thing to mention is that Thor thinks cuddling is a good introduction to sex.
He prefers to lie on his back and have you on his chest. Considering how big Thor is, you'll feel so small when his arms wrap around you. He likes to touch your thighs and buttocks and kiss your forehead, so if you decide to return the favour and caress his face or muscular chest⌠you definitely won't fall asleep quickly.
Buddha
That guy is such a mess.
He will elbow and knee you in his sleep. I donât think rolling him over would give you any good result. He is a heavy sleeper, so he'll probably return to his previous position in a moment.
Maybe he'll calm down a bit if you kick him. But please, play dumb when he wakes up in the morning and ask you where he got that bruise.
Apart from the disadvantages of sleeping with him, Buddha is really cute when it comes to cuddling. He treats you like his personal pillow, wrapping his legs and arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.
You have to feed him in that position.
Loki
Sleeping with Loki is like sleeping with dozen cats.
Once you announce youâre tired and close your eyes, Lokiâs intrusive thoughts will win. He will blow in your face and when you shout at him he will pretend to sleep.
Go on, roll over. How naive of you⌠Loki will start pinching your ass. Or steal a blanket just for himself. Or tickle you. Anything to keep you awake.
Yes, at this point you know that shouting at him only encourages him. You have to tire him out. And at this time of day, there's only one thing you can do to achieve it. Have fun.
Hades
How comfortable his muscular arms are around youâŚ
Hades just gives these big protection vibes, so thereâs no way he wouldnât be a big spoon. He wants to hold you close, bury his nose in your hair and gives you few kisses here and there.
He can't sleep alone anymore since you two shared a bed together. Your company makes huge difference to him. He likes talk to you before sleep, whispers sweet things in your ear or tells you stories.
It happens that our king talks in his sleep. Of course, in the morning he denies everything because he knows he doesn't do it.
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a night to remember.
pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader.
genre: (mdni) smut, slight fluff, pwp (?)
warnings: subby!soobin, oral (m. receiving), nipple play (reader receiving), soobinâs obsessed w tits per usual, riding, talks of shaving, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, praise kink, mommy kink, public sex (kinda?), unprotected sex (do NOT do this.) lmk if i missed any!
summary: soobin hasnât seen you in months. but after tiring days of work, late night practices and tons of all nighters, another successful tour finished. what better way to gift him than showing up at his afterparty & leaving him with a night to remember?
notes: this is my partaking in @napofamoonâs growing pain collaboration! this is also my comeback post and way to bring in the new year, i hope you guys enjoy it! happy reading & happy new yearâs, blessings and love to all. ^^
âso baby, are you gonna make it to the afterparty? i know you have work to do so i just wanted to make sure,â soobin asks with a gentle tone.
âyes my love, iâll be there so thereâs no need to worry about it.â you respond, typing away at your computer.
you hear soobin hum on the other end before sighing softly, âiâve missed you so much.â he says with a soft, pleading tone. you smile softly at his tone thinking of how else his tone would come in handy.
âiâve missed you so much more bin, itâs been so lonely without you love,â you pout, hearing soobin chuckle quietly on the other end.
âdo you mean itâs been quiet without me?â he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his response.
you roll your eyes at that, âyes that too, itâs been nice not hearing you yell every other minute because gyu wouldnât cover you in the game i guess.â you add, thinking back to all those times soobin has interrupted your wonderful moments of sleep with him yelling at beomgyu on his video game.
âhm, thatâs what i thought,â he says snarkily. you both giggle at the unpleasant memories before soobin sighs heavily.
âi have to go, gotta go back on stage for our encore show. which means itâs time you should be getting for the afterparty, i wanna see how pretty youâre gonna look.â you smile at that, looking over at the dress thatâs hanging on your closet door. newly bought, picked out just for soobin to see you in.
âi suppose youâre right, i already have my outfit ready anyways.â you breathe out, rubbing your lips in thought of soobinâs reaction to your dress.
âiâm sure iâll love it & i canât wait to see you in it, see you soon pretty!â he says before hanging up, which leaves you to wonder what shenanigans you two will get into due to this dress.
you plug your phone up, deciding to let it charge while you get ready. so many thoughts on how this night that awaits you could go, after almost four months of not being able to see soobin due to his tour.
shunning these thoughts away, you decide to just go get ready and let the wind take you wherever it wants.
you begin to rise from your bed, stripping yourself of your clothes and reaching for your towel. as you wrap yourself in the fabric, you walk to the bathroom turning on the shower and playing music before stepping in.
you carefully step under the warm water, running your washcloth, which is lathered in soap, over your dripping body. you scrub every part of your body with precision, making sure to get every crevice of your body. after washing yourself once, you grab your shaving tools to begin your âeverything showerâ routine.
you shave every inch of hair off of your body, brush your teeth, wash your hair and begin to wash your body once again. after doing so, you do a twirl under your shower head to make sure every bit of soap is rinsed off your skin.
after showering for what has been over 45 minutes, you turn off the shower and begin stepping out of the foggy bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body and an extra one wrapped around your head.
as soon as you step back into your room, your phone begins ringing.
you walk over to your charging phone to see whoâs calling, reading âmy bunny đ¤đ°â on the screen, automatically smiling before picking up the call.
âhello?â you say into your phone, âhi pretty! i tried calling you but stopped awhile ago assuming you were getting ready, are you?â you hear soobin say on the other end, his words shaky with heavy breaths added to them.
you chuckle lightly, âyes soob, iâm still getting ready. is it okay if i call you back later? yâknow, when iâm on my way there?â
âhmm, yeah thatâs okay! iâll talk to you later then, bye babe!â he says, awaiting your answer.
âbye pretty boy, talk to you later.â you say before hanging up and laying your phone back down on your bedside table. you decide to sit down on your bed as you begin to moisturize yourself, reaching every crevice making sure to leave no trace of dryness on your skin.
once youâre done doing so, you walk over to your closet reaching for your black dress. the dress in sight has a long slit at the thigh which will reveal almost your entire thigh and an open space from your shoulder to just under your sternum. the dress shows skin in all the right places, leaving little room for the imagination.
you take the dress off the hanger it was on, stepping into it slowly. you pull the fabric over your shoulders, walking in front of your mirror to see how it looks on you.
it brings out your curves well, fits you perfectly and makes you feel and look good. you smile to yourself, thinking about how soobin will react once he sees it. walking back over to your bed, you step into your strappy black heels tightening the strap in back.
once you finish getting all dolled up, you grab a small bag and your casual black jean jacket to finish off your outfit. walking over to your mirror, you finally let down your hair which you had tied up beforehand.
putting on a bit of mascara and eyeliner, you pucker your lips and add the finishing touch: lip gloss. you mess with your hair a bit and finally order an uber, which says 5 minutes. you begin walking to your front door, picking up your keys and turning off all of your lights.
you quickly walk out your front door, locking it behind you and hurriedly rush to the elevator making it downstairs before your uber leaves you.
after getting in your uber, you call soobin. he picks up almost immediately and you hear loud music playing in the background of his location, âhi baby!â he says loudly making sure you can hear him over the music, âare you on your way here?â you wince slightly at the sound of him practically screaming in your ear.
âyes bin, iâm on my way iâll see you in a bit okay?â you say as you hear soobin laughing on the other end, âokay babe, see you!â he says before hanging up.
you put your phone in your purse and allow yourself a few minutes of silence before arriving at the club the afterparty is located. youâre excited, excited for the night that awaits you. but youâre also nervous, nervous for soobinâs reaction to your outfit⌠you know heâll like it (a lot) but youâre still nervous. you brush the thought to the back of your mind and proceed with your night, letâs do this.
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you step into the club, immediately looking around for soobin. once you find him, you walk past him acting as if you canât see him to see if one of his members will point you out to him. as you do that, you see a mutual friend of you guysâ, yunjin. you walk up to her, thankfully sheâs not far from soobin & his members.
as you begin chatting it up with her, you suddenly decide to take off your jacket and hold it on your arm. after doing that, you suddenly feel a few pairs of eyes on you and hear yeonjun say something.
âwoah, soob isnât that y/n? she looks really nice,â yeonjun says tapping soobinâs shoulder and pointing to you. soobin looks over and his eyes widen at your not-so-sudden appearance next to yunjin.
youâre laughing with her, laughing ever so beautifully, soobin thinks to himself. âiâll be right back.â he says, walking over to you.
he cautiously taps you on the shoulder, watching as you turn around to face him. once you turn around, he gulps and his mouth goes agape. âhi my pretty boy,â you say, batting your lashes at him.
âhi pretty, you look⌠perfect. is this all for me?â he asks bashfully, still taken aback at how perfect you look. you nod, âyes baby, itâs all for you.â you say as you notice soobinâs eyes trailing down you and stopping at your breasts which causes you to smile.
he gulps sharply once again, âah, well, i really love thisâ umâ dress on you.â you smile at how nervous heâs become. oh, how the tables have turned.
âmm, âm sure you do pretty boy. you look quite handsome yourself,â you say finally acknowledging the finely tailored suit he has on, raising your hands and playing with his tie a bit.
you feel him gulp, which causes you to look up at him through your lashes and smile prettily. you try to look down curious as to what heâs wearing on his feet, but something catches you off guard.
your pretty boy has a boner.
you chuckle softly at the sight, looking back up at soobin & standing on your tippy toes slightly to whisper in his ear.
âwant me to handle that for you, baby?â you ask, cockiness heavy in your tone.
soobin nods softly, watching as you grab his hand and take him to the private lounge in the back of the club. thereâs multiple eyes trailing the two of you, including yunjin and the members.
once the two of you reach the lounge, soobin slams his lips onto yours. just as eager as him, you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. he slips his tongue in between your lips, clashing his teeth into yours softly.
you slowly bring your hands to his hair, threading your fingers through it and pulling it roughly. that was enough to get him moaning. as he moans out loudly, you pull his head back more for access to his neck. you begin to suck on his neck with ease, which causes him to softly whimper.
âf-fuck..â he says with a stutter, his bunny-like mouth unleashing the prettiest moans known to man. after you leave a trail of hickeys behind, you slowly but surely trail the tip of your tongue up to his mouth once more. he moans into the kiss, intoxicated by the taste of your lips. you remove your hands from his hair, bringing them to undo his tie quickly. he lowers his hands to your thighs, picking you up without warning.
you yelp, âmy bunny is so strong,â you say as he stares at you with nothing but lust glazing his eyes, breathing heavily.
he sits down on the couch behind him, your legs on each side of his thighs. you throw his tie to the side, unbuttoning his shirt with quickness as he raises your dress up with the same amount of eagerness as you. you begin running a hand down his chest to his stomach to his cock.
you start palming him slowly as he massages your tits through your dress before pulling the shoulders of your dress down to reveal them to himself. he stares at your chest in awe before licking a circle around your nipple and starting to suck roughly.
you throw your head back in ecstasy, threading your fingers through his hair once again. âfâ fuck.. baby, youâre so good for me, i love how your lips feel on me.â soobin moans at the praise, loving how you speak to him with such assertiveness in your voice.
he pulls off your nipple with a âpopâ, moving to the other one with smoothness. he starts flicking your nipple with his tongue, biting it softly here and there, sucking on it once more.
you moan his name softly, gripping his hair rougher each time he sucks so roughly. he finally pulls away from your tits with a dazed look on his face. you grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
âyou want me to suck you off, pretty boy?â to that he moans and nods his head as you run your free hand through his hair. âpâ please, please do m-mommy,â he says with a pretty, pleading tone.
you hum with a smile, removing yourself from his lap to get on your knees. you look up at him as you unzip his pants at a painfully, slow pace. his breathe shudders slightly as you free his cock from the tight trousers heâs had to suffer in. pulling his pants down with his boxers, you watch his cock spring back up and slap lightly against his toned stomach.
you coo softly at his tip, leaking with so much precum. you wipe up as much as you can with your two pointer fingers and stick the two fingers into your mouth, sucking in between them and slowly pull them from between your lips.
with his swollen lips agape, eyes hazed and pleading without words, he watches as you take him into your mouth. hips already rising slightly while you lick up any excess precum on his swollen and pink tip. after doing that, you decide to try and take him into your mouth fully, something youâve never been able to do. you successfully take him fully, but not without gagging sharply.
his breath stutters at the feeling of your throat fluttering around his cock, the feeling of you gagging around his cock, knowing heâs the one making you gag. you begin bobbing your head up and down slowly, causing the beautiful man above you to whimper and moan to a great extent. his hips stutter as he breathes in and out shallowly, trying to keep himself on earth which seems impossible, with the way your mouth feels.Â
âpâpleâ fâfuck, pâplease, mommy, pâplease. lâlet me câcum.. please!â his voice increases in volume as you begin to suck him off at a faster pace, licking around his tip everytime you raise yourself back up.
âfâfuck, mâmommy! iâm s-so, câclose, pâplease,â he says with the same pleading tone as always, hips stuttering every few seconds with sharpness. you take him fully one last time before thick strings of cum begin shooting down your throat, with your pretty boyfriend letting out loud, pretty, whiny moans roll off his perfect, pink lips while having a tight grip on hair, pushing you down with force.
you gag quietly as you try to swallow all of it, more still following behind whatâs already been swallowed. he keeps his grip on your hair for almost a minute as he finishes cumming down your throat, whimpering from the overstimulating feeling of you licking his tip with the tip of your tongue.
you pull off of him tediously, teasing him in the slightest bit. you lick your lips and wipe your chin with your palm, slowly rising up and stepping out of your underwear.
ââm not finished with you yet pretty, mind if i ride you?â you ask, batting your lashes slowly. with all his energy drained out of him, he just pulls your hand to help you sit on him. as you place both of your legs on each side of him once again, you place your hands on his chest, lowering yourself painfully slow, watching as he winces in overstimulation.
he places his hand on your ass, helping you move slowly as he continuously whimpers and moans softly. you coo at him once more, watching his face contort into what you know is pleasure.
âaw, is my pussy too much for you, bunny? iâll stop if you want me to,â you say as you slowly stop moving before soobin pulls you down fully, causing you both to moan.
ân-no, i-i can hâhandâ shit, i can hâhandle y-your pâpretty p-pussy, i s-swear,â he manages to say, stuttering for the most of his sentence. you smile softly at him, caressing his face with your palm, âokay bunny, whatever you say.â
you begin raising and lowering your hips slowly while his grip on your ass tightens, adding more to your pleasure. you roll your hips in a circle, what was picking up your speed before soobin holds you in your place and starts snapping his hips up into yours.
your hands grip on his shoulders firmly, trying to find some way of keeping your balance. one thing you canât help though, are the moans spilling out of you. everytime you ride soobin, you can practically feel him in your stomach but this time, youâre sure heâs already reached your lungs.
all the wind has basically been knocked out of you with the pace that heâs going at, each otherâs moans spurring each other on. your head begins to feel heavy as you rest it on his shoulder, his moans now heard loud and clear as his mouth is right next to your ear.
you bite his shoulder roughly as a way to keep your moans down, but itâs getting to be too much. you give up and finally give in to the temptation.
âfâfuck! fuuuuck, r-right there, yesyesyes, f-fuck,â you manage to say while soobin is left a moaning mess, no words coming out, just plain music to your ears. he shoves his head into your neck, leaving marks all over your neck and above your chest.
his hips somehow manage to pick up a pace that brings tears to your eyes and has you throwing you your head back in pleasure. youâre both now moaning louder than ever and youâre sure anyone outside of the room can hear you both fucking like thereâs no tomorrow.
skin slapping, moans rolling off your tongues repeatedly, cries from you and soobin. youâre both beginning to chase your highs as soobin pulls away from your neck and throws his head back on the top of the couch. somehow, you manage to pull him in for a kiss as you nearly reach your high.
the kiss is sloppy, heated and desperate. after not seeing each other for nearly 4 months, nobody would be shocked that this is how you two greet each other, if anything this is what was expected.
all the love that the both of you have been craving, all of the sexual tension that couldnât be resolved over the phone, all of the pain you two have gone through that comes with not seeing your lover for such a long, long time, all the lost time. thatâs all being made up for now.
feeling soobin inside of you after not having this for so long feels like a dream. having his sticky skin against yours feels like youâve been healed from the worldâs worst pain. this is what ecstasy feels like, this is what giving into the temptation looks like, this is what love looks and feels like.
youâve never felt better, and you wonât until you cum together.
youâre both right of the tip of the iceberg, you feel it and so does soobin. your warm walls fluttering around his cock, his cock twitching inside of you. your nails clawing into his shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly on your ass. you suddenly get a warm feeling in your stomach and you want to let him know but youâre not coherent enough to say anything. neither is he, you two just know it.
soobin suddenly holds your hips in place and you grip his shoulders tighter than ever.
your back arches intensely as soobinâs hips rise up and flop back down as his thick strings of cum shoot into your fluttering pussy, just as your walls tighten around his cock and cum all over it.
youâre both panting heavily, heads resting on each otherâs shoulders. his cum is still shooting into you but heâs used to this overstimulating feeling by now.
as his cum begins dripping out of you, he pulls you in for a long awaited kiss. once again, the kiss is sloppy but this time, passionate. you kiss him back with such love and affection, pulling away from him is considered the absolute impossible. but you still manage to do so, you pull away from him, looking at the thick sweat glistening on his forehead. you both admire each otherâs wrecked looks before smiling and pecking each other on the lips once more.
you stay seated on him as you reach for your purse, causing you both to wince. checking your phone and seeing all your messages and missed calls from yunjin and his members, you look up at the time.
12:03 am.
you laugh to yourself before looking at soobin, âhappy new year, my love.â
he smiles at the random words but doesnât forget to say it back.
âhappy new year, baby. i love you.â
âi love you too.â
now this, this is the way to bring in the new year.
Š TTYUNZ.
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Mercury x Sulfur
Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelingsâ˘ď¸; Fluff, Angst, Explicit Smut [Oral Fem!Receiving; P-In-V; Loss Of Virginity; Praises]; Angst With A Happy Ending; Porn With Plot & Feelingsâ˘ď¸; Contains Manga & Anime Spoilers. This is 18+ Content -> Minors & Ageless Blogs Please DNI!!!
Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns [Can Be Treated As A Stand-Alone]
THE WEDDING NIGHT FIC NO ONE ASKED FOR YET I WROTE FT. PATHETIC GOJO & PATHETIC READER & THEIR BLURRY PATHETIC FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER... [I'VE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT BEFORE, SO PLEASE BE KIND TO ME đĽšđĽš]
Gojo Satoru is much too similar to fire, you supposeâ so vivid always, so warm always, so protective alwaysâ yet not without the promise of destruction simmering within the sweet blue blaze of his eyes â Very much the reflection yet the contrast to how you resemble the airâ so empty, so hollow, so fucking void.
Nice thoughts to think of yourself on your wedding night, aren't they?
Certainly not, you scoff inwardly, toying with the band of sapphire on your left hand. Yet... you cannot, or rather, do not do anything to stop them from sneaking past the defenses you've guarded yourself withâ into that twisted, sick, pathetic mess of neurons and darkness you're ashamed to call your mind nowadays.
The noise of the shower tumbles into a sudden hush. An equally quiet sigh escapes you, fingers moving from your jewellery to trace the tiny floral design on the off-white gownâ your brain somewhat registering the bathroom door being opened then shut.
"Y'know, mint ice cream might've beâ whoa, is that my wife crying?"
Less than one nanosecond elapses before you find your perch on the edge of the bed being crowded by six-feet-three-inches of white hair, chiselled face, toned abs and worryâ Oh My Fucking God, the worry swirling in those damned eyes of hisâ Mustering chuckles and grins, you move to scoot away from him, ready to brush your husband away with some half-baked something, when you feel him draw you closer and place two warm palms on the apples of your cheeksâ both gentle and firm in the fashion they cradle your faceâ they cradle your entire being in this moment.
Cheer trickling away from your countenance, you hear him whisper in an unbelievably contrite tone, "You're mad because you did not get to eat the last piece of cakeâ because I stole it away, isn't it so? Y'know... we can always visit the bakery we ordered the cake from and I'll order the same flavour we chose for our wedding cake, and you can steal as many bites as you want from my plateâ guess, that will make us kind of equals, huh?"
Equals, huh? Equals, huh? Equals. Huh?
"No," you snap, betraying the smile you've been struggling to keep on your lips, "We'll never be equals, Satoru. I mean, yeahâ in dumb stuff like these, we might be equals or whatever you believe in. But, in lifeâ do you really think we're going to be equals, huh? Do you think there'll ever be a reality, ever be a world where we might be equals, huh?"
Thumbs stilling over the tear tracks they were oh-so-very insistent on wiping away, he blinks at you. Once. Twice. Thriceâ You groan, trying to remove yourself from the man whose mere presence is fermenting your inside. Searing your skin. Twisting and turning your mind into an even greater mess than it's ever beenâ One you know you cannot find yourself from, if once lost to.
Large fingers curling round your left ankle stop you in your attempts.
"I think so," Satoru offers softly, the unblemished smooth porcelain of his skin streaked with gravitas, you've seldom seen in the many years you've known him yet know becomes him too perfectlyâ You chuckle, shaking your head.
"This isn't only you and me. This is the world I'm talking about. This is our world I'm talking about. Do you really think they'll ever let a ladyâ married, that tooâ stand beside her husband, and not behind him?"
The grasp on your ankle loosens for a beat.
Something cracks and splinters and shatters within yourself.
Something you never knew existed before nowâ something you wish to ignore, so fucking desperately, now that you know it exists.
Shaky whoosh of pain leaving, you kick your foot free of the hold on it and scoot backwards on the mattress, screwing your eyes shut â as if them being closed will make you blind to the response your query has gathered by not gathering any at allâ every iota in your body loathing the way your emotions well over and down your dusted cheeksâ way too much, way too quick for your likingâ
Large fingers curl round your left knee this time, preventing you from your retreat by pulling you towards their owner yet again â Little that does to dampen your efforts, though.
Or, the scald in that tender part in that tender mess of muscles and bloodâ pulses and impulsesâ you've never liked lots, for that matter.
"Let me go," you growl, legs shifting and flexing and extending to free themselves. The soft covers on the bed crinkle and crumple from the fight you put up against the forces reeling you in. "Let me go, Satoru," you snarl one more time, trying your best to keep your desperation in the cloth you've wrapped it in, not letting its pus leak into your words, "Let go of me, now. Satoru. Or, I swearâ Gojo!!"
"Sweetness."
Some other reality and you think you might find this enticing. Loving, even, if you're being particularly, delusionally sappy then.
Yet, in this reality, in this moment, as you find yourself on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off it whilst your husband traps the rest of your body beneath him, one good foot between him and your supine form â and he calls you that horrid nickname with that horrid smileâ as if you're sweet like those kikufuku mochis he loves eatingâ and not the most sour, the most salty, the most bitter person he has ever metâ
You let the fight seep from yourself into the horrible rose-scented air of the room, wretched wails clawing out instead of growls and snarls.
"I can't do this anymore, Satoru," you sob, chest heaving beneath the bodice of your gown, the pearl necklace snug on your skin stifling, "It is just so difficultâ This world. This life. Everything is so fucking very difficult. And confusing. And demanding. And difficultâ I cannot do- I cannot live this way with the entire world's eyes trained on me," you cry out; the stinging in your eyes, in your throat, in your soul growing worse with every other word you utter, "I simply cannot live with myâ"
"And what if only my eyes are trained on you?" Satoru interrupts you, mouth set into thin lines; though the concern and affection sparkling in his gaze is unmistakeable, you note, peering up through your thick curtain of tears and emotionsâ being close friends since you were a pair of kids learning to read and write, does have its perks after all â
"Tell me, sweetness," A finger hooks under your chin to lift it up; your suffocating pearl necklace comes off within the next instantâ "What if I told you, proved to you: you don't need to worry yourself with any person; anyone, anywhere, anytime in your life; not when they aren't a part of your worldâ" A sturdy arm hooks under your back this time, lifting you with ease off the bed, until you're in your husband's strong grip: loose to not give you any degree of discomfort yet tight enough for you to be assured he won't be dropping youâ
You wrap your arms gingerly round his neck. He asks, dropping his voice to the lowest, to the gravest you've ever heard him, "What if I showed you, your world can consist only of usâ only you and meâ will you..."
He trails off suddenly, gaze darting to the side before it returns to you againâ it's burning. Burning, burning, burning â Stoking a fire in your nerves, in your veins, in the pit of your lower belly, perhaps in the area nether to it tooâ Your husband's lips curve in the gentlest shape ever seen on him, quite betraying or, maybe, complimenting the hints and clues of that something, evident from the way his fingers flex on your back for the tiniest moment or the way the shadows of the night shift and morph in the brilliance of his gazeâ
"You wanna prove to me w-whatever you said right now," you state in what Satoru calls your 'weather-reporter' voice. A brow rises before it returns to its place againâ the man addressed nods. Solemn. Certain.
The muscles in your shoulders relax, opposing the muscles tautening elsewhere in your bodyâ not from fear, no. Perhaps from anticipation, you reckon. Or, maybe it is from fearâ except it isn't a fear of the man in front of youâ The Strongest Sorcerer, capable of turning anything and everything, anyone and everyone, into dust if he so wishes toâ
Except he doesn't. Never has. Not without a solid good reasonâ Oh, this sweet, sweet manâ For once in your life, you decide not to stay dwelling on your thoughts, on your twisted, sick, pathetic mindâ all for the sake of your husband, him looking at you as if you really are a delectable mochi he wants to devour.
Oh, what a sweet fool your husband is, isn't he?
Moving your hands from where they were resting on his nape to your front, wedging into the little space between Satoru's and your bodies, you inquire, choosing your words soft yet solemn, "And... are you sure you wanna do this tonight? That you won't be regrettingâ"
"I can do this tonight and every other night," Satoru replies, without letting you complete your query. Then grins, loads like that shy boy, you remember, attempting to befriend you with a pebbleâ blue and white and blue, years back when you still pronounced 'star' as 'tar'.
You let your palms face away from your chest to rest on hisâ still, so warm and uncovered from the shower he tookâ still so, so open and vulnerable to you, in spite of the slashes and gashes dear friends like you, like that damn boy, have only ever given himâ He asks, "Do you wanna let me do this?"
A slow yet sure nod is the only thing you manage to offer him in reply.
That slow yet sure nod's also the only thing remaining crystal-clear in your mindâ besides, obviouslyâ
Those kisses, so shaky yet so fiery, pressed onto your lips, your chin, the hollow of your neck, the valley between your breasts, down down down, until they reached your thighsâ And they grew less of adoring and more of wantingâ with muffled moans and withheld whimpersâ your lips constantly forming the syllables of your husband's name, as the man himself suckled purple splotches of his desire onto the flesh out thereâ Besides, obviouslyâ
The sharp gasp of breath your husband made when he tasted you for the first time and you felt shame flood every nook and cranny of your naked body â how the gown or the lingerie were removed from your torso, you've no clue...âbefore the shame swelled into something far different, far pleasurable, with every lick, every nibble, every hum and every groan muffled into your sensitive tissue and bundle of nervesâ steady in the beginning but rapidly growing in intensity, frequency or must you say ferocity, with every moment he spends with his head in between your legsâ
And you came. Embarrassed. Ecstatic. Experiencing everything lying on the spectrum between them. Onto his waiting tongue, over hisâ
"Ah! S-Satoruâ"
You're ripped back to the present by the feel of him entering you.
The stretch hurtsâ as much as you've read in books, as much as you have been told in extremely discreet terms by the older women in the clanâ but never once has this feeling been described to you to be- so fucking perfect, so fucking rightâ as the one flooding your senses in this very instantâ
Two blue eyes lift from where they were squeezed close against your forehead, slick with the sheen of sweat, blinking down at you with so much care, you think you may burst from how much of it you note in them huesâ the dams holding your tears back sure do, increasing in the degree they allow your emotions gush out, courtesy of the palms mapping your flushed cheeks, caressing your flushed cheeks, almost as if you're some porcelain doll.
"Hey, hey, hey," Satoru croons, pausing himself entirelyâ despite the toll it takes on him, visible from the way his face scrunches for a tiny moment before wrinkling into lines of worry and apology againâ "It's hurting, isn't it?" he asks, then lowers his voice to a whisper, directed more at himself than at you if its rambling quality is anything. "Fuck," he curses, removing his palms from your face, and curling them into tight fists on either side of your face, "This was my first time. And Iâ I, I know I should have been more careful, still I went and fucked upâ"
"Satoru," you say, blinking your tears away, splaying your fingers onto the smooth planes of his cheeks, hoping he'll quieten on noticing the small smile on your lips.
"â caused you pain, oh fucking hellâ"
When is he going to shut up?
"Satoru," you try again, tone growing more insistent than the previous time, fingers moving up to scratch the backside of his ears â to trace the shell of his ears.
"â I was so fucking ignorant, selfishâ"
Is he ever going to shut up?
"'Toru!" you exclaim with a mild tug on his hair. That seems to be your trick in shutting him upâ though you don't miss the way the muscles in his arms flex nor the way his fists grow tighter at your action. Smile widening on your lips, watching him train every bit of his attention on you, and only you; you pull him down for a small kissâ a desperation you've been trying to ignore for a while nowâ blooming in the motion of your mouth against his, with hisâ
Perhaps, from the way you hate him blaming himself for doing totally nothing wrong. Perhaps, from the way you detest the lack of friction, his irrational rambling has created down there where you want it, you need it the mostâ Perhaps, from a mix of both these reasons.
Removing yourself a touch from him, you whine into the plushness of his lips, breathless, dizzy, needy, "Move, Satoru. I think I can take itâ Oh, that's it, Satoru," your words taper off into a breathy sigh, "F-fuckâ"
In retrospect, you reckon you'll be mortified, probably to death, when you'll let your mind drift back to tonight's events in the futureâ to how messy you sound with your moans, how messy you possibly look with your makeup smudged from tears and sweatâ yet, nowâ in this very second, you deem you're having the best time of your life.
With Satoru's constant grunts and moans of "Fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetness" and incessant chants of "Thisâ you, you're mineâ only mine, as I'm yours"â With him drowning your skin in long, lavish kisses and sucklesâ With him toying with your hardened nipples and giving your breasts a deliciously painful squeezeâ
But, mostly, with the way your husband fits youâ so snug, so tight, so warmâ every drag of his hip against yours sending a jolt of electricity through your nerves, making your heels dig deeper into his back, and your hold tighter round him, nails raking across his undercut, eliciting a pleased groan from himâ though, they're no match for those noises you make when he hits that spot inside, again and again and again, a rapidly growing precision in every next thrustâ
"'T-Toruâ I'm close- sooo close," you whimper, nuzzling your nose into his neck, breathing in his scentâ musky, sweaty, sultryâ "Just a little more, sweetness," Satoru begs, keeping an arm beneath your back to pull you even closer to himselfâ as if that is possible anymoreâ "You are squeezing me so wellâ oh fuck."
Your walls clench round him particularly tightly, signalling to you that you're indeed very, very closeâ despite the haze of pleasure steadily building over your gaze, you wear a fond smile at the half-lidded look he pins on you, his mouth hanging open, whilst his palm presses into your lower back. Subtly trembling, yet so anchoring.
You decide this is your new favourite look of The Six Eyes, the former being the staggered look he gives your smug grin whenever you best him in a fight.
He really is sweet, isn't he?
Another moan permeates into the air, into your thoughts, punctuated by your husband brushing his lips with yours. They are softâ as does every other facet of him feel to you. Movements growing sloppier yet faster, he heaves a husky sigh into your ear, teeth grazing its shell.
"You're really perfect, y'know," he all but whines with a rather dragged out snap of his hips with yoursâ Eyes fluttering close from the action tightening the coil in your lower belly, you force out a weak chuckle. "I know that I'm perâ Oh Satoâ mmph!"
Your climax hits you.
Hard, harsh and unforgivingâ the wave of euphoria it wreaks through your body is, streaking your vision with nonsensical streaks of colours and cloaking your ears with a deafening ringingâ your only tether the soft pair of lips gently coaxing you to dance with it to a melody you've never heardâ but hope can hear and learn in the years left in your lifeâ until you're back in the large bed of your hotel room, body sore and and tingling, but in a pretty satisfied and happy wayâ at least, till you notice your husband scooting away from you to the edge of the bed.
WhaâHowâWhen did he get from being inside you to thereâ
"Hey, no!" you protest, dragging him down to lie on top of you. Satoru looks at you, shock evident in the way he slowly blinksâ You plaster a mighty frown on yourself, asking him, worried, "Where are you going? You haven't finiâ"
"But I have finished," your husband answers your incomplete ask with a frown to match yoursâ before a confused moment passes and you find his frown slowly melt away into a million-watt beam, him asking, "Didn't you feel me come too then, sweetness? Or, did I give you that good an orgasm that you were numb to everything else then, huh?"
Embarrassment flushes through your body at your husband's teasing remark. Ignoring it, you clear your throat to hum back with a smile, "I guess that was the case, yeah. You were really nice tonightâ thanks." Then add, watching him open his mouth, the familiar gloom of regret threatening to dim his happiness, "And don't worry about thenâ I tooâ This was my first time too, and, um," you wish you could look away for a beat to regain your composure but the sparkles gleaming in the blue eyes gazing at you, are so magneticâ you continue with a laugh, sheepish, staring back at him, "I might have overreacted to the pain."
Whatever chuckle you were expecting never comes; rather, a tender kiss arrives on each of your eyelids, and on the tip of your nose. Your lips part in a content smile, widening on hearing the query sent your way.
"And was I just as great at proving to you what I promised to, huh?"
Your mind races back to thenâ the dark hollow plaguing you before he arrived. You pull it back to nowâ the radiance of your husband in every minute portion of your soul, filling it with a cosiness you know only he can impart to you.
"You so were," you're quick to hum back your agreement, paired with a peck to his lips, as he positions himself to lie comfortably atop you. He's quite a bit heavy, what with being so buff and tallâ but you think you don't really mind itâ not when he's incomparably better than the weighted blankets you've always liked sleeping with.
A hand rises to card through your tangled hairstyle, separating every strand from the other, carefully and gentlyâ you wonder if he knows he does the same to your tangled thoughts too, unknotting them via few select words and few select gesturesâ
"You've the 'philosopher' face on," your husband's entertained remark interrupts your cloud of thoughtsâ you drag your eyes from that scar in his throatâ one which never fails to throttle whatever sense of safe you might've developedâ to the hues before, far more gleaming than the sapphires sitting on your fourth finger can ever beâ
Satoru smiles. That annoying, understanding, endearing smile of his, which only serves to show just how much he has been forced by life to be matured. And murmurs.
"We're really equals in this partnership, y'know? You can always share with me whatevâ"
"Is it wrong of me to compare you to fire and me to air?"
Your simple question catches The Strongest Sorcerer off-guard- you gather from the way his eyes widen and his heartbeat stutters a little over the bare flushed skin of your chestâ you wonder if you must be happy at this silly victory or be worried, you have such a hold on himâ
Something tells you, he won't mind either one of them â taking each into stride with a pitiful pout or a cheerful chuckle â the exact same way letting your inquiry settle into him, he responds with a grin in too short a span of time.
"Nope! Not at all!" Satoru exclaims, grin growing and digging dimples into his cheeks. "Obviously I'm fire! Have you seen me? I'm so fucking sizzling hot!" Despite the fondness swelling in your heart, you make a big show of rolling your eyes and moving to scoff â except that scoff remains lodged in your throat and gets swallowed by a gasp of shock as you find yourself being flipped over, so that it's you who is lying on the top now.
Grin growing freer and truer, your husband pulls you impossibly close to himself â so much so that the bounderies separating you from him begin to blur in your eyes; and resumesâ
"And you, sweetness, of course, are airâ without whose 21% oxygen, the fire cannot even be ignited in the first place."
I do not own the characters or the image used. Divider is by @cafekitsune. Please do not plagiarize or translate or repost this. Hope you enjoyed reading this! đ
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-> Much Needed Downtime 18+
You caught their eye as they take a break in your family inn.
Tengen x Makio x Hinatsuru x Suma x F!Reader
4,490 words
cw: SMUT, nsfw, bi!reader, FF, FM, group sex, face sitting, tribing, oral[M+F receiving], unprotected sex, yeah boi,
note: i finished this in three days........... lmfao
The loud, boisterous laughter was a welcome sound, you having grown bored of the usual quiet that usually enveloped the inn and spa that your family ran. It was a small, quaint place, though still popular with the people of your home. It was a welcomed home from home, the wisteria flower on the side wall very inviting to all.
Especially to those like the man who you served tonight, his loud laughter was heard even outside of the room he shared with the three women that came with him. They all looked a little worse for wear, but your parents were already jumping at the opportunity to see to their needs.
"Excuse me," you called, knocking on the door before you carefully slid it open. You held a tray in your hand, a nice hot pot of tea and cups balanced carefully on it. "Tengen, sir, I have more tea. I can serve you all if you'd like."
"We would appreciate that," Tengen responded, a wide grin on his face and you felt your face heat up. You couldn't believe just how incredibly handsome that man was, his body built by freaking Gods. And you couldn't even get started with the women.
Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru, Tengen's wives. They were all incredibly beautiful, each one of them making your heart beat faster and faster as you served them their tea as well. How could one man be so lucky? How could three women be so lucky? You were harmlessly jealous. You wanted a hot wife and hot husband. Or wives. And husbands.
"Ow! Fuck!" In your thoughts, you were a bit careless as you set down Suma's hot tea, the liquid spilling on your hand. "Mother fucker!"
"Oh no! Are you okay!" You were immediately swarmed, Hinatsuru grabbing your hand to look over the burn. The pain made you sniffle, tears welling in your eyes. That in turn made Suma start to cry, apologizing profusely as Makio became agitated with her.
"Don't cry, idiot! Make sure she's okay!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I should have helped you!"
"I'm okay, guys..." you said softly, frowning and wincing and Hinasturu poked your hand. "Ow."
"I'm sorry, honey," she said softly, then turning her head to look at her husband. "Tengen-sama, we have some burn salves, right?"
Tengen, who could only watch the scene in front of him in amusement, nodded his head, his white hair swaying slightly. "Of course. I'll grab it."
"Really, it's okay, guys," you tried to protest, pulling your hand away from Hinasturu. "I have my own salves. I can use that myself. Besides, I have to clean up the mess..."
"Nonsense!" Makio immediately scolded you. "You're hurt!"
"Yeah, you should take a break at least for a week!" Suma declared and you couldn't help but laugh at her, eyeing Tengen as he finally kneeled before you with a small container and some bandages.
"Then how would I serve the other demon slayers as they come here? It is my duty, you know. And I said I can get my own-"
"Oh, shut up, dammit," Tengen cursed at you as he snatched your hand in his. He held it firmly, careful as he used his fingers to rub the soothing salve on the red burn on your skin. You just huffed, cursing under your breath and that made Tengen smirk. "Usually you're so polite... and boring."
"How rude! Bastard!"
Tengen laughed gleefully, wrapping the bandages around your hand. "But there is a temper and a dirty mouth behind those lips! That's quite flashy, but not as flashy as me!" He ended off his stupid rant with a tap on your bandaged hand, ignoring your hissing in pain. "That should heal up quickly. You need to be more careful."
You pouted. "I know... I'm sorry I ruined your tea time."
Tengen just waved you off dismissively, Hinasturu gently grabbing your shoulder.
"It's okay. It was just an accident," she smiled at you, and your face started to heat up. It was so nice of all of them to jump to help you the way they did. They were just... really nice people, even Tengen who walked around with his head as big as the sun. He didn't have to, but he treated your wound, and you swore you could have seen a glimpse of tenderness as he did so.
"Thank you..." your voice was soft, but you smiled at them. If this was how they were to someone like you, you can imagine how much love and care they had for each other. Ahhh, you were jealous, but so happy for them. "Have a good night. Breakfast will be finished early tomorrow."
You left their room, bowing to them one last time before closing the door. They listened as you walked away, sipping on their tea before Makio set her cup down, waiting a moment before opening her mouth.
"She's cute."
Suma immediately agreed, nodding her head cutely. Hinasturu giggled, turning to her husband, who sat in thought, before he leaned back, his kimono opening with the movement to expose his bare chest. He could see his wives' expressions change and he smirked, loving how the energy changed as they eyed him down hungrily. There wasn't anything quite like getting ravished by three beautiful women. And soon, it'll be four.
"Come get me, my loves. We can come up with ideas to have our cute friend to ourselves soon..."
The next day came and you were surprised to find the burn on your hand was already healed. Whatever the hell was in that salve Tengen rubbed onto your burn must have been very potent or powerful, because there was no way any normal medicines would work so fast. You didn't question it for long, though. You lived in a world where demons existed... super powerful healing salves weren't that much of a big deal.
You went on about the day running the inn with your parents, housing some other demon slayers who were a little worse for wear and needed a safe place to sleep and lay low. Your attention was mostly on Tengen and his wives, your parents having given you the job of personally assisting the hashira when needed. You served them breakfast and their tea, again thanking them for helping you with your burn.
You also learned that this will be the last night they will be in your care, telling you their plans to leave early the next morning. You were sad to see them go, but knew that they had their own duties to fulfill.
By the time night fell, you were making your last trip to their room, a tray of tea in hand, and a bag of extra towels strapped to your back. You knocked, announcing your arrival before sliding the door open and walking inside. The room was empty and you frowned, confused.
"Hello? I brought tea and extra towels!" you called.
"We're in the washroom!" Suma called from the attached room and without thinking, you went right on over after setting the tray down.
"Here are the extra tow- oh my GOD! I am so sorry!" You had walked into the washroom without thinking, greeted with the sight of Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru naked as the day they were born, washing themselves. You dropped the towels, spinning around to face the wall. "I wasn't thinking! I'm so sorry!"
Tengen laughed loudly and you felt your face heat up. How could you be so careless?!
"You're such an airhead!" Tengen said with a laugh and you groaned, mortified.
"I'm so sorry!"
"Tengen-sama, don't tease her!" Hinatsuru scolded her husband, and you could still hear Tengen snickering.
"You gotta admit, Hina... it was pretty funny," Makio spoke up and you groaned again, shuffling along the wall, trying to find the door with your head turned away. Suma was giggling and you wanted to die.
"Again, I am so sorry. Let me just leave..." You were so embarrassed, all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole. You'd rather face a demon right now.
"Nooo, don't leave!" Suma exclaimed, and you suddenly felt yourself being pulled back. Almost instinctively, you turned around to face her, feeling your face get impossibly hot now that you were once again seeing the four demon slayers naked in all their glory. Suma was closest to you, her cute face pulled in a pout as she held your arm. "You should stay, since we're leaving tomorrow!"
You were dumbfounded, heart pounding as you tried to look anywhere BUT at them. This couldn't be happening.
"I couldn't possibly..." you started, stuttering a bit as you stared at the ceiling. "It's inappropriate... I have a job to do..."
"Bullshit," Tengen drawled, making you freeze. "Just take your clothes off and join us in the hot springs."
"Well, she has to wash up first," Makio brought up, while steam literally floated from your head. What was happening?!
"So come on," Suma said, making you finally look at her. You tried not to stare at her breasts. "Join us, okay?" She tugged on your arm again, a hopeful look on her face.
"Suma, we can't force her," Hinatsuru spoke and you looked at her, biting your lip as your brain worked on overdrive. She was so beautiful... they all were.
"Well, when you finally do decide," Makio started, sitting by the running shower. She smirked at you, sending a chill down your spine as you couldn't help but look at her beautiful body. "We'll help you wash up."
You could have melted into the floor, chewing on your bottom lip. Was this seriously happening? The three women stood by, eagerly waiting for your answer. And Tengen, he was already making his way towards the private hot springs just outside the room, and you tried not to ogle at the way his toned ass moved with each step. You were too scared to even think about his front.
Still, you found yourself finally reaching for the front of your kimono, Suma gasping and clapping her hands in excitement when you let the garment fall and pool around your feet.
"Yay! Let's get you cleaned up!"
Suma dragged you to the shower, and soon, three pairs of hands were all over you, one washing your hair, as the other two worked to clean your luscious body. Even then, you could feel the hard, piercing stare of the man watching from his place in the hot spring, letting his women get ready for the things to come.
"I knew you had nice tits," Makio so crudely remarked, grabbing your breasts from behind as she lathered them up with soap. You couldn't help but moan, making the blond giggle as she pinched your nipples. She pressed her soft body against your back, and soon, you were absolutely engulfed as the other two women held you close, their bodies pressed to yours, hands still roaming, soon replaced by their mouths.
Somehow, you were kissing Hinatsuru, moaning against her lips as Suma sucked on one of your nipples as Makio kissed and bit the soft skin of your neck. You didn't know what to do with your hands, so they hung uselessly at your side.
"You can touch them, you know," Tengen spoke up and you glanced over. He was clearly enjoying the show, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes a bit blown with arousal. "They won't mind."
So you tried, grabbing onto Suma and Hinatsuru's waists before sliding your hands up. You started massaging their breasts, earning a few moans as they continued to lavish your body with kisses under the warm shower. You turned your head, looking back at Makio with lust filled eyes before kissing her, not wanting her to feel left out as you continued to play with Hinatsuru's and Suma's breasts.
You squeezed your thighs together, your pussy was soaked, and not because of the water. It ached with need, wanting to be touched.
"We should join Tengen-sama..." Hinatsuru said, her voice full of want. She turned off the shower, and with trembling legs, you walked with the women to the hot springs, where you climbed in one by one.
The water was hot, and perfectly so. Your body immediately began to relax while you watched the three beauties flock to their husband, essentially climbing onto his large self and peppering him with kisses and touches.
"What are you just standing there for?" Tengen asked once he noticed you standing off to the side a bit awkwardly. "Get over here. Can't you see they made a spot for you?"
And they did, but you still hesitated. They were in an established relationship, and you didn't want to intrude. You getting into the hot springs finally made you realize. They seemed to sense that, and Tengen laughed at you. "It's okay, sweetheart. Come."
"Yeah, we want you to join us! Why'd you think we want you to stay with us tonight?" Suma said from her place at Tengen's side. You watched as his large hand smooth down her back, then under water, where she gasped and threw her head back. "T-Tengen-sama!"
You bit your lip, slowly making your way over to the group. Hinatsuru pulled you the rest of the way in, Makio pressing you right against her husband. His body felt hard and firm, and you shuddered in delight. You kissed Hinatsuru again, feeling yourself get less shy as you moved a hand between her thighs, making her moan into your mouth as you began to stroke her pussy.
"Finally," you heard Tengen grumble before you felt his hand grab your chin, making you look at him. "You don't get to be shy with us. It's boring and unflashy. Just let loose. Fuck us, and we'll fuck you." He smirked before he kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you moaned. You returned the kiss, still rubbing on Hinatsuru's clit before you pushed two fingers into her. You heard her moan and you shivered again.
Beside you, Makio turned her attention to Suma, kissing her passionately, while Tengen still pleasured Suma under the water. You bolted in surprise when you felt thick fingers prod at your own pussy, pulling away from the kiss with Tengen to see him smirk as he easily pushed two fingers into you. You gasped in surprise, his two fingers filling you up more than you expected and you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed with his cock.
"That's it... music to my ears," Tengen cooed, relishing at the sounds of the four women moaning and sighing their pleasures. As nice as it was, Tengen's cock was throbbing with need under the hot water of the spring, needing to be in someone. "Suma..." he whispered, pulling his fingers out of his wife's pussy and squeezing her hip. "Ride me."
You, Makio, and Hinatsuru moved to give Suma room to climb onto Tengen's lap fully, watching her kiss him hungrily as he reached under water to grab his cock, lining it up against Suma's entrance before she sank down onto him. They both hissed in pleasure, while you couldn't help but pout a bit at the fact that you couldn't see.
"I wanna see..." you mumbled, earning some laughs as Makio and Hinatsuru turned their attention to you. Suma already started to bounce on Tengen's cock, her high pitched whines sounding into the air as he clung onto his shoulders.
"That's right, baby... fuck you feel so good," Tengen whispered into Suma's ear, groaning unabashedly as his wife rode him. It just made a deep tingle go down your spine.
"Come on..." Makio whispered to you, pushing you towards the edge of the spring, where she effortlessly lifted you up to sit you on. She grinned at you, spreading your legs to expose your pussy. She didn't waste any time, and you threw your head back and moaned when she started to eat you out.
Makio worked wonders with her pretty mouth, licking and slurping at your pussy like a woman starved. Suma still rode Tengen's cock, his hands holding onto her hips harshly as he thrust up into her. You lot were loud, not ashamed or concerned about who could hear.
"Hina..." you moaned the woman's name, lying flat on your back and gesturing towards your face with your hand. It didn't take long for her to hover over your face, your hands grabbing onto her hips to bring her down. You wrapped your lips around her clit, earning you a throaty moan as her fingers curled in your hair. Makio still ate you out skillfully, her tongue pressed against your clit as she fucked you with two long fingers.
"Ah! Tengen-sama!" Suma whined, her face buried in her husband's neck as he fucked up into her, his face contorted with pleasure. His eyes screwed shut, his head thrown back as he moaned deeply.
"Suma... come on, baby..."
"I'm gonna cum! Please!"
"Then cum."
You clenched around Makio's fingers at the sounds surrounding you, your fingers digging into Hinatsuru's hips as you tried to focus on sucking on her clit. Suma's sharp cry rang in your ears as she came around her husband's cock, her gasping breathlessly as he continued to fuck into her. He came with a hoarse grunt, and hearing that was enough to make you cum around Makio's fingers with a loud cry.
"Oh fuck yes," Makio groaned, practically swallowing you whole as she ate you through your orgasm, using her strength to keep your shaking legs spread apart. You moaned into Hinatsuru's pussy, trying to keep her satisfied despite Makio overstimulating you. Hinatsuru grinded herself down against your tongue, gasping in pleasure, which got swallowed up by Suma who came out of nowhere and kissed her.
Then you heard Makio cry out, the sounds of water sloshing and skin slapping against skin. Tengen was pressed right up against Makio, fucking her from behind with a hand grabbing her chin, the other holding one of your thighs open.
"Look at that, such a pretty pussy," Tengen hummed, licking his lips as he continued to thrust in and out of Makio's pussy. He was tall enough to lean over her shoulder, bending her over slightly, and planting his mouth right onto your pussy to eat you out.
You moaned, Hinatsuru still grinding down onto your tongue as Suma sucked and massaged her breasts. It was nasty, loud, and all around exhilarating as you gave into your carnal desires, the slapping of skin and the slurping of tongues mixing deliciously with loud cries of wanton bliss.
Tengen made you cum on his tongue, his wife crying out while she came on his dick. Hinatsuru tasted heavenly as she came in your mouth, her legs shaking as she carefully climbed off your face and fully into Suma's arms as she held her up.
You lay on the edge of the spring, breathing heavily as you heard movement around you, followed by giggling as Suma kissed on your face. "Come on... let's go inside..."
Somehow you made it onto your feet, following the others inside their room. Their very large futon was already set out, and Tengen wasted no time in lying Hinatsuru on her back, spreading her legs and pressing the tip of his cock against her. It was the first time you actually got a look at it, and you had to wipe the drool off your chin.
Makio snickered. "It tastes just as good as it looks."
"It's so big..." you whispered, wanting nothing more than to have Tengen's cock stuffed down your throat. "Can I...?"
"Go ahead," Tengen said, and you immediately go to your knees, mindful of Hinatsuru lying there. You smiled at her, kissing on her knee before you reached out to grab Tengen's thick cock. Your fingers didn't even touch. You shuddered, leaning down to take a tentative lick on his tip.
Tengen shivered, eying his two other wives beside them on the floor. Their legs were tangled, Makio on top of Suma with her pussy rubbing against hers. Makio held Suma's leg to her chest, cursing in pleasure as she rolled her hips, fucking Suma into the floor.
Then Tengen felt you take his cock into your hot mouth and he moaned, looking down at you and Hinatsuru. You brought your free hand to her pussy, thumbing her clit as you slowly sucked him off. Tengen appreciated that you took care to keep his wives' pleasure in mind, his hand curling into your hair before he pushed more of his cock in your mouth.
You groaned, eyes closing as you focused on the two tasks at hand. Having Tengen's cock in your mouth sent you on a high, your mind hazy. This was probably the best night of your fucking life, and you didn't want it to end.
Hinatsuru whined softly and you slid Tengen's cock out of your mouth. You pressed a hand onto her hip, looking at Tengen before you guided the tip of his cock right against Hinatsuru's entrance. Tengen didn't even have to wait for an invitation, and you watched in awe as his thick cock disappeared inside her tight pussy. You shuddered again. You couldn't wait.
Tengen started slow, but that didn't last long, and soon he was fucking Hinatsuru's brains out, her legs thrown over his wide shoulders as he plunged his cock in and out of her. Makio and Suma were scissoring right beside them, and you made your way over to them, where Suma immediately grabbed you, pulling you into a hot kiss.
Soon you were on your back, knees pushed up to your chest while Suma straddled the back of your thighs. In this position, her pussy was pressed right onto yours, grinding down with each frantic roll of her hips. You cried out, your open mouth the perfect invitation for Makio to press her pussy against it. You immediately grabbed her hips, pushing her down hard against your tongue and making her grind down on you.
You could die like this, either with Makio's pussy suffocating you, or with Suma fucking you with her clit on yours, her sharp cries loud and clear. Tengen continued to fuck Hinatsuru through the futon, his mouth on hers in a messy kiss that stole her breath away.
You and Suma came at the same time, your moaning against Makio's clit making her cum into your mouth. The two women rolled off of you, the three of you breathing heavily to the sounds of Tengen making Hinatsuru cry out with her orgasm. Tengen was soon to follow, cumming deep into his wife with a loud groan, hands gripping her thighs hard.
You groaned softly when hands spread your legs apart, a pair of stronger ones grabbing your hips. Opening your eyes, you see Tengen and his wives hovering over you, their eyes hot and dark with lust for you. Reaching down, Hinatsuru spread your pussy lips open, Makio guiding Tengen to push his cock into you. Suma leaned down, kissing on your chest, her cowives following her lead soon after.
The stretch of Tengen's cock made you crazy, your mouth opening in a silent moan as he slowly started to fuck into you. He tilted his head back and moaned, his thrusts getting faster, and deeper, to the point when each one made you see stars. The women kissed and loved on your body, loving the way you moaned and gasped and writhe under them; under Tengen. They loved how glassy your eyes were, how fucked out you look after the long time they had completely bending you to their whim.
You tried to hold onto them, but they pinned your hands to the floor, Makio kissing you hard on the mouth. "Just let us please you now," she whispered, grinning when you let out a sharp gasp when Tengen started to hit that one spot inside you.
"Fuck! Right there!" you begged, gasping again when Tengen obliged.
"Yeah? This your spot?" Tengen asked smugly, hitting that spot again as he did so. The women cooed over you, the sound of skin against skin ever loud in your ears as tears started to flow down to your hairline. Hinatsuru covered her mouth and laughed, biting her lip as she massages your breasts.
"Look at you.... so pretty..."
You whined loudly, wanting to look away but Makio held your chin, making you look back up at them while Tengen fucked you. You could only lay there and take it, crying out and wiggling in their grasps. You were completely under their mercy, and you were okay with that.
"Please..." you cried softly, your body getting tight, the knot in your stomach getting too hot for you to handle.
"Come on, sweetheart," Tengen groaned, keeping his thrusts steady as he moved his hand up your body until he cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away some tears. "Cum. Scream for us."
You whimpered, eyes screwing shut and before long, that knot snapped and your vision went white. You didn't realize how loud you screamed, your body arching as your orgasm washed over you in intense waves. You were about sobbing now, the three women above you kissing and caressing you lovingly as Tengen fucked you through your orgasm, and trying to reach his. Soon, he does, cumming deep inside of you with a curse before pulling out.
You didn't know how long you laid there, breathing heavily and staring up into the ceiling with blurry vision. Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma lay beside you, while Tengen sat up, very pleased but also a bit worn out. He pushed his hair back away from his face, looking down at his women, eyes landing on you. His lips curled up.
"Alright, ladies... let's get cleaned up and get to bed. You, sweetheart, are not going anywhere." You knew that was directed at you, but you were too tired to care.
You awoke the next morning, groaning at the soreness in your body that made itself present as soon as you tried to move. Still, you forced yourself up, staring around the room blearily as you took in your surroundings. You were in the large futon, tucked in cozily before you sat up. You were also alone, and you frowned slightly. Still, you rolled around a bit, not wanting to get up, before you found a fold noted right beside the futon, as well as your kimono folded nicely beside it.
Grabbing the note, you opened it, laughing to yourself as you read it. You couldn't help but smile, holding the note to your chest with a soft sigh. Tengen, Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma... they promised to see you again. You fell onto your back, grinning up at the ceiling. Yeah, you sure hoped so.
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Mirror, Mirror
pairing: Johnny âSoapâ MacTavish x Fem!Reader
warnings: SMUT, MIRROR SEX! I SWEAR IT. đđ MINORS DNI OR I'LL BITE YA
wc: 1.9k
a/n: i have not written smut in like 2 years, i am so very fucking sorry for this garbage ;(
You knew it was coming. The way you both were teasing each other, the stares, the ghosting of touch. You kept igniting a flame within him, only to snuff it out. But not this time.
Soap was bigger than you, his muscles making his shirts seem so impossibly tight, his pants hugging just low enough that you canât help but lick your lips as your gaze darts down his body. His hands, albeit calloused, toned that you just practically want them on you and in you. And he knew.
Following you to your shared room, the moment the door opened, he was adamant on making you quiver. Closing the door with a noted âclickâ, his hands immediately rush to grab your arms, holding you gently, but firmly as to not let you fall back onto the bed he now has your legs up against.
âYa been a wee Naughty, Dove.â His voice low, hint of a growl at the end as his steel eyes look down onto your own. âJusâ wanna play.â
âJohnâŚâ Your voice sighed out in eagerness. You didnât want to openly admit it, but youâve wanted him all day. He hasnât even done anything and his touch is stimulating you so powerfully. âI was just teasing.â
âYeah?â He gently turned your body around, both facing a mirror that sat across the room. He dipped his head and lightly nipped down your neck, lowly chuckling when he hears your soft whimpers reverberate through the room and into his ears. âYer a fuckinâ sight. An absolute beaut.âÂ
His hands move from your arms, slowly inching up your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it up as his hands continue to caress your body. His mouth stayed attacking your sensitive skin along your neck and shoulder, his hands reading your skin like a blind man to a map. You were like an undiscovered island and he was going to walk every inch until he knew every single detail about who you were. And your body never reacted negatively, and boy did that turn Soap on more and more. Your sounds increase in volume, the roughness of his skin against the contrast of your silky smooth body.Â
His left hand inched up your chest, taking time to trace ghosted circles around your nipples. The jolt of pleasure made your body slightly jump, earning a click of Soapâs tongue directly in your ear. His hold on you tightens just slightly, his finger still lightly tracing over the sensitive bud.
âBonnie, ya gotta settle. Not gonna hurt ya.â His voice was low, coarse. The warmth of his breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Swallowing, you let out a shaky sigh, desperate to hold your composure against your boyfriend. His touch was making you lose your mind, almost drowning in pleasure. He continued to ghost over your ever-growing nipples, taking moments to softly bite on your ear, taking his time with you.Â
âJohnnyâŚ~â You let out a whine, slightly tilting your head up to try and meet his gaze. He smirked, basking in the eagerness of your body. His left hand reached up to brush your hair out of your face, placing a gentle kiss against your throat, before lightly nibbling. He felt your throat vibrate as a low moan peaked out of you. Pulling away, his hand grabbed your jaw, and pulled you to look directly at him through the mirror.Â
âLook Bonnie. Yer so pretty fâ me.â His eyes, dark with lust, sent your heart straight to your heat. Your eyes followed where his right hand went, grabbing the soft skin above the waistline of your pants. Without removing his gaze, he slowly lowered the colorful pants just enough to where he had better access to his main course. âSteaminâ Fuckinâ Jesus.â He growled, exhaling in an attempt to hold himself back.Â
He tapped his fingers against your waist, gently rubbing your skin, causing your breathing to increase. The feeling of his rough hands against you was enough to stimulate you. Face heating up, ready to explode. You started softly chanting whirls of curses, heart hammering against your chest as his fingers dipped lower and lower. The muscles of his hand flexed the moment he landed on the bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp came from your lips, his fingers making themselves known to your body.Â
âFuckâŚâ You sighed out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity of the way he swiped on you so perfectly.Â
âOpen yer eyes. Want ya to watch.â He spoke, demanded even. His hold on your jaw never lifted, never tightened. He was determined to have you watch as he turned you to mesh, as you come undone by just his digits.Â
The sight, to him, was unbearable. The confines of his pants are too much to take, no better when your ass kept grinding up against him as your body reacted to his every touch. He couldnât continue, not like this. Releasing both his hands, he quickly removed his shirt, and yanked your pants completely off. He took a step back, admiring the beauty that was you. Biting his lip, he smacked your ass with an audible âMmmâ as he began to unbuckle his belt. Removing the belt, he put himself back against your body, hands grabbing your waist to hold you down flesh against him.
âGonna ruin ya, Dove. Gently, of course.â He let out a lustful laugh, as he picked you up and placed you on the bed still facing the mirror. And You never lose his gaze. You watch as his hands work on his pants, the tent begging to be freed. Watch as his hand muscles flex when undoing the button, the way they convulse as he unzips, the way his happy trail peeks out.Â
Your eyes stare daggers onto the V of his pelvis, as he agonizingly lowers his pants, groaning at the air hitting his unbearingly sensitive cock. Gaze following the slight bounce it has, the way it curves just barely upwards, the girth making your heat quiver at the thought of being ravished by him. The pretty pink of the tip blended perfectly to his skin tone, your mind just wanting to admire the appendage. His calloused hands found the skin of your back, gently pushing you forward so that your face laid upon the pillow you carefully grabbed. He applied another smack against the skin of your ass, softly rubbing the spot to ease the sting it created. His hands began to go lower, back to their familiar discovery, to prep you more.Â
He knows what heâs packing, and he knows that youâd hurt. And he doesnât want to hurt his pretty little hen.Â
He poked and prod at your folds, smirking at how jumpy your body was to his touch. Soft whimpers escaped your throat as he started to slowly insert a finger, hissing at how tight you were.Â
âRelax, Peach. Relaaax~â He drew out the word, as his voice lowered. His finger continued to inch in and out, trying to get you less tense, only for an idea to spring into his mind. Keeping his finger inside, he inched his face closer, gently exhaling against your heat, chuckling when he catches the glimpse of your eyes widening.
His mouth was wet, warm, and hungry. And boy was he about to FEAST.
He licked a quick swipe on your body, other hand reaching up to hold your hips still. The sounds you mewled out were like heaven to him, he craved more. The stubble of his facial hair rubbed on your clit in such a way that it had you biting the pillow, scared you were gonna get too loud. The strength of his muscle was making you see stars, the combination with his finger creating a black hole within your belly.Â
âJ-John- I-â You kept whimpering, soft monas here and there as his teeth would oh so very gently nibble on you. The pumps of his fingers, and the wetness of his mouth was making your mind fuzzy, muscles tightening up, ready to explode. His chin was wet. Absolutely coated. Satisfied, he gave one last lick before pulling away, quick to align himself to your entrance.Â
âBreathe, Peach. Iâll reward ya fâ beinâ so good, yeah?â He inserted his tip, lowly cursing at how your walls were like a suction cup. He took his time on giving you his whole self, letting you adjust at every inch until sheathed to the hilt. Once fully inside, sharp breaths inhaling and exhaling, he leaned down, bare chest against your back. Lips kiss up your spine, before reaching the base of your shoulder blades.Â
His hands softly rub all over your stomach, occasionally dipping to your stomach, speaking praises against your skin as he feels you relax on him, making it easier for him to move.Â
âYer fuckinâ gorgeous, Bonnie.â He lifts you up enough so your back is still pressed against his chest, only this time, your eyes fixated on the same very mirror he undressed you at. âLook at ya.â
He began to gently thrust his hips upward, drawing out every single one to feel every square inch of your body. He uses the same hand he previously held your face in, to lightly hold your jaw, keeping your gaze on his eyes through the mirror, watching as he fucked you so passionately. Watch as his hips fit your body perfectly, each thrust impacts your body, the bulge so very faint on your belly. His pace continues to increase, loving the way your moans were in sync with the wet sounds you created on his dick.Â
His unoccupied hand went back to your clit, wreaking havoc on your body, wanting you to squeeze him so tight, almost like a stress toy. And thatâs what he was. Your stress toy.
Deep moans formed in your throat, legs quivering at the overbearing sensation that was applied to your body. Fists formed on your hands, as the sheets of the bed bunched up into them. Desperate, you reached for his hand that toyed with you, trying to push away, moans increasing in volume the more he poked and prodded.Â
âNo no. Yer almost there, Dove. Jusâ like that.â He began to grunt out, sounds of his love echoing throughout the room. He could feel you were nearing your release, and as nice as he was, he let go of your jaw, and pushed you forward so you some-what comfortably laid onto the bed, as he grabbed your hips to hold you steady as he fully sheathed himself, stopping all motion.
âJohnny!â You shut your eyes, whimpering at the sudden stop of motion, quickly trying to grind back against him for any kind of friction, BEGGING for release.
He let out a soft chuckle, gently apologizing for his actions, before pulling himself out just enough to where his tip stayed inserted. And with one fluid motion, he yanked your hips harshly against his, the feeling immediately ripping the build up from you. Eyes shut, your body shook, breaths heavy as he continued to ride it out. But the way your walls kept clenching him, and sucking him in, it was unbearable for him.
âFuuuck Bonnie, Gonna kill me.â His voice increased in pitch, his groans evident that he, too, was edging near, so desperate to not finish inside, but alas, he couldnât stop. His body tensed so hard, he had to still himself, twitching so slightly, his own end filling you up.
After realizing his actions, he was quick to caress your body, still sheathed within. Lips peppered loving pecks all over your lower back, his dogtags cold against your skin.Â
âYer the devil, yâknow. Fuck, I need you.âÂ
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Honey & Maple Syrup
Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelingsâ˘ď¸; Flangst; Explicit Smut [P-In-V; Switch!Gojo]; Angst With A Happy Ending; Porn With Feelingsâ˘ď¸; Brief Mentions Of Reader Being Mildly Injured In A Mission.
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Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns [Can Be Treated As A Stand-Alone]
Satoru Is So Emotional While Making Love To His Wife. Said WIfe Too Gets Really Soft Very Quickly For Her Husbandâ Albeit She Knows To Mask Her Emotions Behind Her Incredibly Dumb & Mildly Yandere-ish Jokes. She's Such A Tsundere, ISTG!! [Gojo Has No Problem With That Aspect Of The Reader, Though. Sweet For The Reader, IG...]
Uh-huh, sex with Gojo sure is something else but do you know what's even more of a something else?
Sex with Gojo on the floor of your living room at three in the nightâ those clothes of yours scattered over the tiny distance from the front door while your husband pounds into you in a frantic rush, tears filled in his blue eyes as his lips slot against yours messilyâ the moisture on his long lashes dripping onto your wet warm cheeks.
The mission you returned from wasn't too difficult; the blood on your clothes weren't much of yours either. Yet... all it takes this man is one look at you from head to toe, before his sleepy gaze switches into an extremely worried gaze and he pulls you into the safety of your home and into the safety of his arms, then tilting your chin up and claiming your lips in a fiery needy kissâ
Though nowhere as needy as the moan he lets out now, on your legs tightening round his waist and driving his shaft even deeper into the trembling, throbbing, leaking mess you've become down there.
"Nngh, sweetnessâ p-please!" he whimpers into your ear, sharp nose nuzzling into your temple, as he delivers yet another powerful thrust, drawing a garbled version of his name from your mouthâ making the muscles in your body relax yet tense, ache yet tinge in pleasureâ "It's so, so tight, fuckk-" he drawls out, rolling his hips against yours. Eyes squeezing tight shut. Lifting his head from beside you, his lips part in yet another throaty moan. "'s sooo good- yea, perfect f'meâ aren't ya made for me, my love?"
"Am I?" You inquire softly, relishing in the way he reaches you deep in your walls, filling the hollow; though you keep your eyes wide open to drink in the ethereal glow your man is radiating, in the dim moonlight through the curtains. "I'm makin' you cryâ ah, 'Toruâ" your guilt gets washed away in a wave of unadulterated pleasureâ Gojo's fingers flex around yours on one side of your head, whilst his free hand brushes a tear rolling down your cheek into the cold marble below.
In reverent affection. In adoration, your pleasure-hazy mind whispers.
Two plush lips press into yours before retreating an inch away. "You're perfect, sweetness," Gojo says, slowing his motions a littleâ an action which makes you move to buck your hips upward, only to be stopped by a large palm covering your waist and holding it in place, "And don't feel guilty for anythingâ you're too good for me, too precious for meâ 'm always scared I might lose you. I... don't want anyoneâ anything to take you too away from meâ youâ" his voice assumes a rare tremble; he resumes, moving his hand from your hip to cradle your cheek.
"You do understand that, sweetnessâ don't you?"
Some other time and you suppose you'll be busy wondering, how on earth this man has that short his recovery time to be blubbering one minute then reassuring you the nextâ now is no such time, however.
Fresh tears curtaining the steely determination and tender affections in those azure pools of power. Fingers flexing yet again, as if to grasp and engrave the feeling of your fingers intertwined with them forever. Calloused palm caressing your cheeks, gentler than a rose petal.
Your husbandâ The One And Only Honored Oneâ looking at you as if the only deity he deems is worth believing in is right in front of him, under himâ Every strand of his soul worshipping every atom of your being, as if that is the only means he might achieve enlightenmentâ
You don't know how to deal with the storm of emotions your sudden realizations wreak through your body [one disadvantage of marrying your childhood best friend is how easily you can read him, during an emotionally charged moment, further increasing the weight on your emotions-weary self...]â You do know how to deal with the storm of emotions wreaking havoc in your husband, though. [Count this as an advantage of marrying your childhood best friendâ you take quite a great deal of pride in knowing none can read Gojo the way you do.]â
Pulling him down, until his well-defined chest collides with the soft flesh of your breasts, you take advantage of the sudden loss of grip he has on you to flip him onto his back â and lean down, your nose bumping into his and your lips separated in small huffs, being mere yet too much an inch away from his, open in a small shocked circle.
Notwithstanding the dull ache in your calf nor the stinging pain at the apex of your thighs the abrupt change in position has brought alongâ you smile.
Too much drunk on the emotion you know one must never allow their ridiculous hearts to experience in your line of work; though, you think you can be a hypocrite for tonightâ the first and only time in your life.
You press a swift kiss to the corner of his lips. "I'm here, 'Toru and I'll be here, worrying you and annoying you to your wits' ends, till death does us apartâ maybe after then too, I'm going to haunt you and the next woman you marry, till she runs away and you're left all alone for me to monopolize againâ Heh, sounds like one hell of an antidote to your insanely stupid worriesâ doesn't it, Satoru?" you ask with a grin.
A huff of a laugh sounds from the addressed man. Raising yourself a little, you narrow your eyes, ready with biting retortsâ only to pause on catching the upwards curve slowly forming on his lipsâ so small yet so blinding in quality, as it grows and stretches, bringing out the adorable dimples in his cheeks, eclipsing the fear and concern in his features by its priceless beauty, you know no fake smile can possessâ no matter how bright, how wide, how well-practised they are.
Heart thundering within your chest, you brush away a tear clinging to his eyelashes with a thumb, moving to plant your lips to his face once more.
Ah, wellâ you tell yourself with a happy little sighâ perhaps, you can be a hypocrite for a bit longer than tonight.
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