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[ SMAU + DRABBLE ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .
୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five.
୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro
୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mommy kink , drug + alcohol usage , smut drabble , submissive toji , soft sex , profanity
୨୧˚ an; guys… i don’t know what took over me when i wrote this one….im sorry ,, also yes drabble time, you all knew this would happen eventually don’t act surprised 🙄🙄🙄
come over and show me then
The last message Toji had sent you. He was bold, heart racing just the slightest bit when he thumbed that frightening, little arrow icon to send a text that would most likely change his whole relationship chemistry with you. You, the kind hearted woman who graced him with your undying benevolence and wealth.
You, the woman Toji called mommy not even twelve hours ago during an idiotic, drunken stupor.
You, the woman who graced his bed, peering up to him with the softest gaze Toji’d ever been observed with. It was an odd sight–you splayed on his mattress. Dawning a lavish top; silken, Toji absentmindedly recognizes the fabric ( then proceeds to grimace at the fact that he can actually discern between different breeds of fabric. Your lifestyle was rubbing off on him ) and thinks you look out of place. An expensive jewel among the dank cave of his shoddy bedroom.
Toji crawls in after you, winding up your side, clinging akin to a baby koala bear. Still, he doesn’t speak, preferring to let the sounds of sheets sliding against each other fill the gaps of silence. You take his hulking body in those loving arms and break the quiet. “I’m not buying you for the night.” You cradle his cheek; you make him look up to you and Toji nods under your hand. “You know that, right?”
He nods again. “Sure,” and for once, it comes out without a modicum of sarcasm. Because Toji believes it when you tell him that you’re not looking to gain access to his body through flimsy transactions. Your sincerity is displayed through the months of torturous anticipation. Months of him on the cusp of begging–and Toji Fushiguro has never begged for anything in his goddamned miserable life. Your sincerity is displayed through the gingerness in which you hold his face. Because how could someone with such gentle hands ever tell a lie? And your sincerity is displayed through your words. You tell Toji things that nobody has ever told him before. Nice things, reassuring things despite his insistence on being an asshole to you.
Toji pushes his torso to be propped up on an elbow before he leans in. It’s not a tame first kiss by any means; Toji is mammalian in the way his teeth gnash yours and his tongue laves your cupid’s bow. “Slow,” you whisper in the short absence of his lips. “Slowly.” A command that he feels inclined to follow like some kept mutt, swapping out the animalistic pace with a more refined, controlled tempo. Your face was swallowed by two massive hands; they clamped on either side of your jaw, calloused and dry and forcefully pulling you closer. “Just like that, Toji.”
The way you say his name… Fuck. Toji grunts, swinging a heavy thigh over your own to situate between your legs. “I’ve never,” there's a pause when he leans in to suck the tip of your tongue, “been so desperate to be inside a woman.” His thick tongue worms back into your mouth, pushing smoky saliva down your throat. You were writhing; your hand slides over his, the one still tending to your cheek, and you guide it lower. He let you drag his hand down the smooth slope of your neck, over the hill of your delicate chest, across the plain of your soft tummy to meet the waistband of your designer pants.
Your head tilts, something devious glinting in the colored rings of your eyes that have Toji so enchanted. He plucks at the brass button of your pants, nudging the point of his nose to the high of your cheekbone. Breathing in the luxury branded perfume that overpowered the cigarette stench still lingering in his room from his morning smoke; evidenced by the stub crumbled in the glass tray on his wobbly nightstand. “What about the girl…Girl from last night?”
Toji smiles at the breathy question. “What girl?” He hums cheekily against your mouth, letting his tongue slip back through the seam of your delicious lips. You slap his face rather playful, but his breath hitches all the same.
“Dick.”
At last, he pops the button. The acrylic of your nails sink into the meat of his forearm, legs widening, ass shifting; all of the signs that Toji hyperfixated on. The way you tell him to keep going without so much as saying a word has him hotter than anytime another woman has begged for his touch in bed. Toji kisses you as he dips beneath the ajar slacks, then those sheer panties, slipping down to where you needed him most. You’re wet, he notes to himself. Wet, squelching and red hot when his thick middle finger sandwiches itself between the labia.
Both pairs of legs tangled together amidst the desperation. While Toji touches you, you’re hiking your leg up–the one snuggled between two of the man’s built thighs. It presses to his clothed crotch, and you reach around grab a handful of his ass. “Hump it,” you dictate, using his ass cheek as leverage to pull his hips down against your awaiting thigh. Toji jolts; never had his ass been grabbed like that, but he thinks he likes it.
So he grinds. His groin crashes against your leg with rough enthusiasm, so rough that it should be a threat to your poor femur bone. But he doesn’t let up. Toji’s arm tenses and shakes with exertion as he fingers you, forearm burning from the intensity at which he moves. But he doesn’t let up.
“Fuck,” he huffs. “Fuck.”
What is he, some kind of dog? Chasing his high against a leg, licking your neck, barking obscenities into existence. Had you been anyone else, Toji would have had them bent at the waist over his bed, forcing their face into his lonesome pillow and taking what he needed. But you had this certain authority–you’d always had–as if you owned him. Not that you would ever admit that, nor did you believe it, but Toji did. You pay for his living quarters, his meals, his clothes, his car, hell, his time. The leash was cuffed at his throat, leather digging into his flesh, and he fucking loved it. Toji would wait for your instructions like a well behaved puppy.
“Take my pants off,” you utter, and it’s only then does Toji realize that the both of you hadn’t bothered shedding any layers, taking favor in rutting clothed bodies together like a couple of immature teens. His hips pause their humping, and his tongue finds one long, last lick to your jugular before pulling back.
Two thumbs hook beneath both layers of material at your hips. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he mutters offhandedly, dragging your pants down.
You’re bare. His mouth waters at the sight of glistening moisture between your legs, encapsulated by a dusting of hair. Toji stares, nestled on his knees, straddling your thigh. He just stares.
“I told you my reasons,” you say.
He doesn’t respond to that. “I want to fuck you.”
Your chest rises. Are you arching for him? “Ask me.” When he cocks a confused brow, you lightly elaborate. “Show me some of that respect I taught you and ask me nicely.”
The sole of your foot caresses his pec over the black tee shirt he sports, a gentle notion that he is allowed to take his time. Toji doesn’t need time though; he’s got your twisted little request all figured out. It’s funny, he shouldn’t have expected any less. To him, respect didn’t exist in the bedroom, but Toji would make an exception. “Will you let me fuck you tonight?” You’re not letting him get off that easy, your pointed eyes say it all. So, in an uncharacteristically piteous voice, the man adds “please, ma’am” and strokes your calf for good measure.
That does it.
Your legs spread, arms racing up to coil around the thick post of his neck. He lets you pull him down, lets you kiss him tenderly, lets your tongue curl behind his teeth. Toji groans, reaching a sticky hand down to clumsily shove his sweatpants around his ass. “You have no–” kiss “idea what you–” kiss “you do to me–” kiss, kiss “when you call me that.”
His length drags over your core, hot and heavy and thick and raw. He doesn’t move to grab a condom knowing damn well there’s a box that sits in his nightstand to the left of them. A box that has been forgotten, left untouched in the waking months of his realization that he doesn’t want to fuck other people. Why would he? When you take such good fucking care of him, what’s the point in sleeping around anymore?
“Be grateful,” Toji husks, rubbing up against the warmth beneath him. “‘M never this nice in bed.”
“I’m not, either.”
He throbs at that. A small hand snakes behind his head, weaving into the raven shag of his hair, and tugs. “I really never meant for this to happen.” Toji narrows those steely eyes at you. “To end up in your bed, I mean. I thought I had more resolve than this.”
Too bad money can’t buy resolve, he thinks inwardly. Hand still between bodies, Toji jerks himself slowly, soaking his tip in your entrance. His gaze is glued to your face, flitting amidst all the gorgeous features it had to offer. “I knew I’d get you here eventually,” he speaks with a lilt of confidence, prodding the point of his nose to yours. And then he pushes inside without warning. You’re gooey; a hot, wet heat encasing his body from head to toe. He feels you shudder, feels nails in his nape. He feels your sticky breaths on his cheek, feels your pillowy thighs squish against his hip bones. Toji serves you the entire length in one slow thrust, holding himself inside. “Fuck.”
“Slow,” you warn once more in a broken voice. His hair was grabbed again, you used it as a makeshift handlebar to yank Toji’s head down. His handsome face plummeted into the divot between your breasts, still gift wrapped in that undoubtedly overpriced shirt. His nose pressed to your sternum, taking deep inhales.
Slow.
Slow sex was unfamiliar territory to Toji, one among the list of foreign concepts you had introduced to him during your time together. Fucking was animalistic practice between two people, fast-paced and greedy and surprisingly lonely. Toji fucked with the intention of climaxing; intimacy is irrelevant. Was irrelevant.
Toji slips a hand beneath your back, locking a grip on the underside of your shoulder to weld your chest to his face. Slow, timely thrusts met your cunt, watery squelches filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”
Your hands wander. Crawling down the base of his spine, breezing over his tail bone, clutching his bare ass. Guiding him in a way, and he doesn’t entirely mind. “My boy,” you moan in the throes of pleasure, a free hand blindly feeling for the back of his sweaty neck. Fingers stroke the precious skin there, sensitive flesh that nobody has ever paid attention to, not even himself. Toji trembles.
“Take it,” he whispers back, as if he still had any semblance of control. But you let him, and he thinks you’re too fucking nice for sparing his pride like that. “Take it, goddamn it.”
“Yes, my sweet boy.”
Idiotic. He is no longer a boy, nor does he even slightly compare to anything sweet. God, if you knew him. If you knew what he did for work… How many people he’s gutted and bled like livestock for quick cash… You would leave. He knows this to be a fact of life, you’re simply too moralistic and caring and selfless to keep in contact with a monster like him.
“Let mommy take care of you.”
Oh Jesus Christ, he’s done for. You wax praises so sincere that Toji starts to let himself believe he’s good. He pretends he’s worthy of being here with you right now in this bed, with your lithe fingers petting his damp hair and your breasts against his cheek, and fucks you harder. The toes of two socked feet bury into the mattress.
You successfully conquered his flimsy pride. “Mom… my…,” Toji breathes out, stifling down the impending whine caught at the back of his esophagus. He bucks deep inside, pubic bone to pubic bone, and grabs a handful of tit. So fucking soft even under this stupid shirt.
The sex plays out this way until the very end. A gentle tango that reminds Toji he hadn’t actually fucked in missionary position for some time. But at last, you came around him. “Toji, baby I’m here.” As if you were charged with electricity, you twitched and jumped beneath him. Toji fucked you through it, grinding his hips in a trajectory that caught your clit with his pubic hair. The friction was passionate, and you came with your jaw unhinged on a silent yelp.
“Give it to me,” he rasped, tongue lolling out to lick at your cleavage through your shirt. Drool rolled down the palate, collecting into a small puddle and dampening the fabric. A messy puppy, drooling all over you like that. Toji fucked harder, much too hard to be considered ‘slow’ anymore, but you didn’t stop him.
“Come on.” A hand dips beneath the collar of Toji’s tight shirt, scratching the ever loving fuck out of his upper back. “Cum baby boy.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck.” The thrusts halt abruptly; Toji rams himself deep inside and holds onto you for dear life. There’s a brief pause before he empties himself into the deepest depths of your pussy, twitching as he does so. You coo, talking him through it with an inoffensive hand raking his bangs back. They stick, his sweat acting like a sort of natural gel, and Toji’s forehead is on display. You drag him up and press your lips to it—he flushes and drops back onto you, hiding in your neck.
Toji gasps on his come down, gulping in air through his nose. He’s weak and it’s strange. Despite the stupid amount of strength trapped within that Herculean body, Toji cannot find it in him to hover anymore. His entire weight drops onto your much tinier frame, but he hears no objections so he keeps himself there.
“Worth the buildup?” You ask at last, rubbing soothing circles into the plates of his shoulder blades. Your voice is a little strained, no doubt the effects of a two-hundred-and-something-pound man crushing your lungs, but Toji likes the funny grate of it in his ears.
“You already know the answer.” It’s written in the way your cum mixes together and wets the crease of his inner thighs. He’s not exactly going to say that was the most intimate and passionate sex i’ve ever had, but he’ll show you how much it meant to him by letting you cradle him to your chest.
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Sooo what is your thought in bully sukuna x shy reader? I think it's kinda hot tho. Like imagine sukuna picking on you every day bc he is obsessed with reader 🥴😩
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PAIRING bully Sukuna x shy reader
WARNING slight non/con, mean Sukuna (obv), m!masturbation, jealousy, slight mentions of Jin Itadori, mentions of violence, public harassment, little comfort?, slight dacryphilic Sukuna, fingering, clit rubbing, use of nicknames (brat, slut), slight exhibitionistic Sukuna, raw sex, m!cum on f!face
"G-give that back to me," you attempt to snatch your notebook from Sukuna's grasp, but he intentionally keeps it just out of reach, smirking wickedly.
"Oh, are you truly desperate for this piece of shit?" He asks teasingly, enjoying your frustration. "Perhaps if you beg prettily, I might consider letting you have it back."
Your desperation grows with each attempt, as you frantically lunge and twist to snatch the notebook from Sukuna's skilled hands. He shifts it from one hand to the other, juggling it playfully, prolonging your torment. His eyes gleam with mischief as he watches you struggle, enjoying the power struggle between the two of you. "Beg," he urges, leaning closer to whisper the word in your ear, making the situation even more agonizing.
In your frantic attempts, you lose your balance and accidentally land on top of him. Your body settles over his lap, unknowingly straddling what seems to be a rather significant bulge beneath his clothes. Sukuna's smirk falters for a moment, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as you finally tear the notebook from his grip and scurry away, completely oblivious to the chaos you've caused. "You... you have no idea, do you?" he stammers, trying to regain his composure, a mix of embarrassment and amusement coloring his voice.
You glare at Sukuna, your eyes narrowing in anger as you hold the now-precious notebook tightly. Your cheeks red from embarassment and anger. Without another word, you turn on your heels and storm away, leaving him behind, his laughter trailing behind you.
Little did you know, the incident had left a lasting impression on him, and the game of cat and mouse between you and the school bully would continue, fueling his obsession with you even further.
As the night falls, Sukuna tosses and turns, unable to shake off the vivid memory of your accidental encounter earlier that day. His erection strains against his pants, a painful reminder of the power you unwittingly hold over him. "Damn you, little brat," he curses under his breath, frustration mixing with desire. He tries to distract himself with other thoughts, but his mind keeps returning to the image of you, sitting on his lap, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
Unable to resist any longer, Sukuna's hand slips beneath the covers, wrapping around his throbbing member. He jerks himself roughly, visualizing your innocent face and the way your body had felt against him earlier. Each stroke brings him closer to release, and he moans softly, fantasizing about the day when he'll claim you as his own, asserting his dominance over you in every sense. The thought pushes him over the edge, and he sighs in relief as he spends himself, imagining your surprised expression when he finally makes you submit to his desires.
As he releases, a satisfied smirk graces his lips. "Soon, little brat," he murmurs, "I will.. fucking make you mine." He cleans himself up and drifts off to sleep, dreams filled with fantasies of dominating and possessing you, eager for the day when he could make you his in every way possible.
The next day, Sukuna finds himself walking down the hallway, his eyes desperately trying to locate you. He is determined to start the day by bullying you. He eventually finds you leaning against your locker, talking to none other than Jin Itadori, another nerd he picks on.
Jealousy surges within him, the sight of you with someone else igniting his possessive nature. He approaches the scene, casually inserting himself into the conversation, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Mind if I join you two? I heard there's some juicy gossip going around," he says, his eyes never leaving you.
Sukuna's arms wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close and shielding you from the boy's advances. "You want to date her? Just look at her, she's as ugly as fuck. You can do so much better than this pathetic excuse for a human." His words drip with contempt, and his tone is dismissive.
Embarrassment floods you as Sukuna's cruel words echo through the hallway, drawing stares and snickers from the surrounding students. Jin, unable to handle the situation any longer, offers you an awkward smile before retreating and leaving you alone with Sukuna. Tears start to form in your eyes, and you struggle to maintain your composure in front of your tormentor. "You should be thanking-"
With a sudden burst of anger, you slap Sukuna across the cheek, the sound reverberating through the now-silent hallway. "I hate you!" you cry out, your voice cracking with emotion. For once, the tables have turned, and the roles are reversed – now it's Sukuna who feels humiliated in front of his peers.
Sukuna's eyes flash with anger, and before you know it, he seizes your hair, his fist clenching to strike you. The room erupts in chaos as classmates rush forward to pull you and Sukuna apart. As they separate you, his eyes burn with fury, promising retribution later. "This isn't over, little brat," he growls, his voice low and menacing. In the midst of the confusion, you can't help but wonder how far he'll go to assert his dominance and exact his revenge.
After school, you are the last student in the classroom. You quickly gather your belongings and stuff them into your bag. The sooner you leave school, the sooner you can get away from the stress of the day's activities.
Just as you're about to exit the classroom, your gaze shifts left, revealing Sukuna's smirking face. He's been waiting for you to finish what you're doing so he can pounce on you; now that you're both alone, no one can stop him.
His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he grabs your wrist, yanking you back and pinning you to the ground under his weight. "Nowhere to run, little brat," he chuckles, holding you down with an iron grip. "Time for your punishment." Fear and adrenaline course through you as you struggle against him, knowing that you can't escape his grasp.
Afraid and overwhelmed, tears stream down your face as Sukuna looms over you. To your surprise, his demeanor shifts, and he hastily gets off you, cradling your trembling form in his arms. "I didn't mean to scare you," he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle.
You continue to sob, the mixture of fear and humiliation overwhelming you. Sukuna holds you tightly, his grip softening as he tries to offer comfort. "Please don't cry," he whispers, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back. "I won't hurt you, little brat. You just need to learn your place, that's all." Despite his words, you can't help but feel uneasy, knowing that his intentions might not be entirely genuine.
His hands cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your teary, puppy-like fearful eyes, your bruised lips from when he pinned you down, everything appears irresistible to him. He licks his lips as arousal surges through him, seeing you so vulnerable.
His fingers brush against your lips as he leans down to kiss your cheeks, tasting your tears. He moves further down letting his lips brush against yours. The kiss is slow and deliberate, his tongue sliding into your mouth with authority. Shock courses through you, your tears drying up as his dominance is once again asserted. But amidst the shock, a strange feeling of desire begins to stir within you, leaving you both confused and anxious.
As you recover from the shock, his kiss intensifies, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer. The unexpected intimacy leaves you both breathless and uncertain, your heart pounding in your chest. His lips are insistent, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive fervor. "You're mine, little brat," he whispers against your lips, his words laced with possession and dominance. You can't help but wonder what this new development means for your turbulent relationship.
As his lips continue their relentless assault, Sukuna's hands reach inside your skirt, his fingers tracing the outline of your thighs before finding their way to your most intimate place. Your breath hitches, the surprise and embarrassment from earlier replaced by an unwelcome arousal. "Does my little brat like that?" he murmurs, his voice tinged with satisfaction as he feels your reaction. His fingers delve deeper, his touch both demanding and thrilling. The intensity of the moment leaves you gasping for breath, your body betraying your mind's resistance.
With a triumphant smirk, Sukuna slides his finger inside you, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "So wet for me, little brat," he praises, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You should be ashamed, wanting me even after I embarrassed you in front of everyone." His words are a mix of pleasure and reprimand, further fueling your confusion and desire. You can't help but squirm under his touch, your body responding to his touch despite your mind's protests.
He thrusts his finger deeper, your walls clenching around him in response. "Such a naughty little brat.." he growls, his thumb caressing your clit. Your breath hitches, your body arching involuntarily under his expert touch. "But don't think this means I've forgiven you," he warns, his finger thrusting in and out in a slow, rhythmic pace. "You still have much to learn, and I'll teach you every lesson you need." You close your eyes, a mixture of shame and pleasure washing over you.
He lifts you up on one of the benches, bringing his erection towards your core. Your core gushing around his shaft, his groan of desire echoing through the still classroom. With a smirk, he frees his cock from his pants, the sight of it causing your breath to catch in your throat. He proceeds to rub the engorged member against your clit, his movements slow and deliberate. You try to resist, whispering a half-hearted "Wait..," but his eyes are filled with determination.
Despite your protests, he ignores your pleas and guides his member to your entrance. Forcing himself into you, he pushes past your resistance, his size causing a burning sensation. You whimper and whine, struggling against him, but his strength is overwhelming. "Quiet, little brat," he snarls, his cock stretching you wide. "Take it like the good little slut you are." You can't help but surrender to his force, your body adjusting to his intrusion as his thrusts become more forceful.
"W-what if someone..?", your voice quivering, the thought of somebody seeing you like this is almost revolting to you..
What will everyone say? The shy innocent girl getting fucked by her bully and also that she is enjoying it? Yet, you cannot deny the pleasure he is giving you. You don't want him to stop.
"No one's coming", Sukuna interrups , "Even if someone sees us, let them know you just pretend to be shy... but you are in reality a masochist slut."
The combination of pain and pleasure washes over you, your body betraying your will once again. Your protests turn into moans, your hips moving in tandem with his. The intensity of the situation leaves you breathless, your mind conflicted between desire and fear. Despite yourself, you begin to enjoy the rough ride, your body responding to his dominance.
As his thrusts become more forceful, he cups your face, his eyes locked on yours. "You feel so good, little brat," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "I've fantasized about this so many times, imagining you wrapped around my cock." You blush, both mortified and flattered by his admission. "You don't know how much I like you," he continues, his words contradicting his usual cold demeanor. "Maybe too much."
His confession catches you off guard, your mind reeling from the unexpected sentiment. Despite your confusion, his words ignite a spark of affection within you. "L-like me..? then why?," you whisper, your eyes tearing once more..
Sukuna pauses, his eyes searching your face as if trying to decipher your thoughts. "You're mine, and I want you to know it," he says, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "I'll always push you, force you to submit because I can't bear the idea of losing you." His thrusts resume, his movements fierce yet tender. "I enjoy seeing you struggle, hearing you beg, because it proves you belong to me."
He leans in, his lips grazing your ear. "It's my way of showing you how much I care, little brat," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I'll never let anyone take you from me, even if it means breaking you first." His words are both reassuring and terrifying, leaving you unsure of how to feel about this new revelation.
Despite your confusion, the intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, your body responding to his every move. His declaration has opened a door to a whole new realm of emotions, leaving you both scared and entranced by his possessiveness. The love-hate dynamic between you grows more complex with each passionate thrust, your future now intertwined with the man who both torments and cherishes you.
With a smirk, Sukuna reaches inside your shirt, his fingers finding your breasts through your bra. He kneads your nipples roughly, your breath hitching at the sudden sensation. "Such a pretty sight, my little brat writhing under me," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck to find your lips. His kiss is both possessive and demanding, his tongue dueling with yours in a heated dance.
Your body responds to his touch, your nipples hardening in his grasp. The mix of pain and pleasure leaves you gasping, your mind clouded by the sensations. His kiss deepens, his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming freely over your body. The dual assault leaves you breathless, your arousal reaching new heights.
As his kisses become more intense, so do his thrusts. You can't help but become more responsive, your body surrendering to his domination. The intimacy and brutality blend together, leaving you both exhilarated and terrified by the intensity of the experience. Your resistance melts away, your body craving the release that only he can provide.
He watches your face intently, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "That's it, little brat," he growls, "let go for me." You can feel the heat building within you, your body ready to explode.
As you reach your climax, your inner muscles contract around his cock, milking him in a rhythmic pulse. Sukuna groans, his own release nearing. With a growl, he pulls out, his seed shooting across your face in a hot spray. You gasp, your eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. "There," he says, a triumphant glint in his eye. "Now you're marked, my little slut."
Your breath hitches, the cooling semen on your face a testament to his claim. The shock of the action leaves you speechless, your mind struggling to process the intensity of the situation.
As Sukuna zips up, his eyes rake over your body, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Clean yourself up," he commands, raising a hand in dismissal before turning on his heel and striding away. You're left on the ground, still panting from your orgasm, your mind reeling from his abrupt departure.
You watch him leave, your mind reeling from the whirlwind of emotions. As he disappears from sight, you can't help but feel abandoned. With shaking hands, you wipe the semen from your face, a small part of you feeling humiliated yet another part aroused by the act. Your body still buzzes from the encounter, your heart racing. You rise slowly, your legs unsteady beneath you, and make your way back to your quarters.
Does he really like me?
The questions linger, unanswered, but you know one thing for certain - you belong to him, body and soul.
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DPXDC prompt. Dead on main. Someone who knows you better than you know yourself.
Perhaps Fentons are not able to recognize their child, despite the fact that they hunt him day after day. But for childhood friends, who saw each other in absolutely ridiculous situations that parents are never allowed to know about, just one sneeze and a bored sigh is enough to realize that this weirdo fighting next to him is the same guy with whom you tasted soap and then stood looking at each other from different corners and giggling.
And so, the dialogue after the battle with the creatures of Infinite Realms, to which Constantine had to invite a potential ally not yet approved by the League:
Phantom: Well, mom always said you were bad news...But a crime lord, seriously? What happened to your plans to become a literature teacher?
Red Hood: Hey! For Gotham, this is a very high-paying in-demand job. And I don't want to hear anything from Casper. At least I have my own business. What kind of part-time job do you have? Are you selling sheets to your buddies from this green goo?
Phantom: This is ectoplasm. And they're not my friends, and anyway…
Constantine: King Phantom, do you know Red Hood?
Phantom: Do I know him? Ha! This street rat was Splinter of my beginnings until my family moved out of Gotham.
Red Hood: Wait, wait a minute. Phah...Holy shit. I thought I was the best example of what it means to be a disappointment to a family, but you beat me here. Oh, man, only you...The ghost king who is the son of the ghost hunters? Seriously? Hahah! I thought your rebellious phase ended the moment you told your father that you wanted to be an astronaut and not inherit the family business.
Danny*groans and covers his face with his hands*: My life is over.
Red Hood: Literally~ No, of course I always knew that your parents' disregard for safety in the laboratory would someday kill someone, but I didn't really expect this? Like, wow…
Phantom: What makes you think it was an incident in the lab? I mean, there are so many possibilities around. It's ridiculous and…hah
Red Hood: Dude, look me straight in the face and tell me I'm wrong if you dare.
Phantom:…Fuck you, stupid bookworm.
Red Hood: Stubborn nerd.
Phantom: Red bucket!
Red Hood: Pale toadstool!
Nightwing: Um, can you guys please stop fighting?
Red Hood: What are you talking about? This is how we always communicate.
Phantom: Yeah! Well, in our defense, my sister always thought we both could use a therapist. Oh, man, he made me lose my train of thought. Where were we, J?
Red Hood: Since when are you able to think? And I complimented your new hair and skin color.
Phantom: Right, right… But, hey, not all of my parents' hypotheses really have a right to exist, and you know it! Hm, did I mention that you're built like a fridge and how does this leather jacket suit you?
Red Hood: I believe not. And who's talking about your parents' work? You were an airhead when you were alive too to be honest. And as I see it, not much has changed. Why the hell are you still starting a fight with puns? Stop telling your opponent your position. This is terribly stupid!
Phantom: Oh, please, these ghosts are definitely not a threat to me. What's wrong with having a little fun? The fact that you don't have weapons to handle something stronger than a blob ghost is your problem not mine, loser. But let's get back to our greetings.
Red Hood: Sure. Then listen here…
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Nightwing: Jay, why didn't you say right away that you knew Phantom? We've wasted so much time wondering if it's worth summoning him, and you just stood there and said nothing.
Red Hood: Pfff…Because I didn't know that until today. He used to be human. And we haven't seen each other for a long time. So how was I to know that he would take such a ridiculous pseudonym?
Nightwing: Then why the hell didn't you feel worried about teasing this creature?
Red Hood: Why should I? It's just Danny.
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Tucker: Oh man, 84 murders, attempts to kill Joker and to much fights with Batman and Black Mask and…
Danny: Yeah, yeah. It's all very interesting, but it's not what I asked you to find. Get to the point, Tucker. What I will wear to our dinner tonight depends on this.
Tucker: Seriously? As far as I'm concerned, whether he's single or not is less important than all this shit. Aren't you afraid to show up at his house?
Danny: I'm invited. And for that matter, I'm Amity Park's former public enemy number one. Which one of us should be worried, hah? So he's not dating anyone, right? Don't try to distract me.
Tucker: Dude!
Danny: Ugh, in my experience, when he acts like he's lost his mind, he usually has good reasons for it. And if not, given some of the events of my alternative future, I have no right to judge him, so…
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My I request bullyreader who keeps bullying sunghoon and others but sunghoon got fed up with her so he fucks the attitude out of her 🥴☝🏻
It was the final straw for Sunghoon. Uni was already kicking his ass and you were not helping matters one bit. It was bad enough he was stuck with you as a partner. Weeks of rudeness and ridicule. He thought his friends could provide a buffer. But Jay just ignored it. Heeseung defected and joined in on the ridicule. Jake would often go blow for blow with you, if he had his wits about him on a good day. Sunghoon even considered asking the professor if he could switch classes but he’s a grown ass man– not a coward. Then it happened. You let a little detail about your vulnerability slip and he instantly knew just what to do to fuck with your mind and your body.
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“Why can’t you just be nice for once? Would it kill you?!” Jake snaps, grabbing his satchel off the bed and walking out the door of Sunghoon’s room.
“Pssh. Quit being a baby, Sim! No one has ever been nice to me. Why should I be nice to anyone else?!” you yell behind him. You grin, turning your attention back to Sunghoon. “Especially the world’s biggest loser, right here.” You smack the book he’s reading out of his hands. Sunghoon’s instinct is to yell at you. But that never gets him anywhere. Instead, he’s going to test his theory about what “being nice” means to you. He gets up from his desk chair and stands in front of you. He smiles softly, showing his little fangs as he reaches up to gently touch your cheek. You flinch and step back, bewildered.
“You look really beautiful today. I love this color on you. Is that new lip gloss?” he says, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. Your heart begins to speed up as the butterflies race around your stomach. Sweetness is not allowed when it comes to Sunghoon.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” You back away again and he steps closer.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says softly. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful. I couldn’t resist.” Your mind is going haywire. Why isn’t he yelling insults? Is this a trick? It has to be. He steps closer again, watching you malfunction. The confusion is written on your face. He goes in for the kill. Sunghoon wraps his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. “I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I promise, I’ll be nicer to you from now on, okay?” he whispers in your ear. No. No. This is too weird. It’s too kind and gentle. You push him away.
“Fuck all the way off Sunghoon!” He smiles and runs his hand through his dark hair as he shrugs. Every strand falling perfectly back into place around his handsome face.
“Well I tried to be a nice guy.” He spins you around, pushing you onto his bed. You look at him over your shoulder but he's immediately on top of you. “I guess I’ll just have to treat you like the bitch you are,” he says, grabbing your hair and rubbing his growing erection against your ass.
“I knew it. Your acting fucking sucks, Hoon,” you laugh, pushing your ass back against him. He tugs your hair harder.
“Quiet slut,” he hisses.
“Make me!” you yell, bucking your hips. Sunghoon releases your hair and stands up, lifting your skirt and smacking your ass, making you yelp. He pulls your thong aside and dribbles a line of saliva down your crack before freeing his hard cock from his sweatpants. “Mmm, I don’t have all day for your little dick, Hoonie,” you snap, trying to keep the bad girl attitude going. The anticipation has you clenching. He smacks your ass again. Harder.
“Shut the fuck up. I am going to fuck you the way I want.” He presses the tip against your asshole and pushes in as you claw at the bed sheets.
“Ahh, Not there. Not there! Fuck! Slow down.” You grab a pillow to bury your face into as he goes deeper. He chuckles.
“Aw, look at you. Never met a bad bitch who can’t handle it. Gonna break you sweetheart,” he growls. Sunghoon leans over you, pressing his body on to yours. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your ass,” he whispers, fucking you harder. Your whines are muffled as you bite the pillow. The sting is too much as he stretches you out. His hips meeting your ass.
“Sunghoon, please!” you whimper, lifting your head.
“Ooh she has manners when she begs. ‘Please’ what, pretty girl? Hmm. Tell me what you want beautiful,” he coos.
“Oh god. Shut up!!” you yell.
“I know you're a good girl, aren’t you? Getting fucked like one.” Your mind is turning to mush. The praises mixed with the brutal pace is making you crazy. The pain turns to pleasure as he strokes your hair and nibbles your ear. “My good little girl,” he says, his thrust getting sloppy.
"So good," you moan, “So fucking good.”
“That’s it baby girl,” he says, spilling inside you.
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ur opinion on katsuki playing the big tough ‘bully’ then being a panting perv with the chubby girl in his class??
like he’s so mean and cold to her but he’s locked up in his room sniffing her gum shorts he stole on the verge of tears while jacking off
he calls you gross and other mean things his crude mouth can spew. it's almost breathing fire from how his words burn your skin from hearing his daily torment but alas, bakugo's a huge hypocrite.
katsuki could produce such copious amounts of his sweat and one mistake in activating his quirk he would blow up his room. he's angry. the veins in his body bulge while sweat drips in his forehead. the sweet scent of caramel is wafting in the confines in his room. the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth. his short pulled down below his knees and boxers lowered, enough to grab his aching cock in his hand. pumping furiously at the thought of you.
funny how he calls you gross and yet, here he is. disgustingly masturbating with your gym shorts in his left hand and the other palming his spit-lubed cock. he imagines you beneath him. begging and moaning for him to take you. watch as you cry from how good he was fucking you. gag as you envelop your warm mouth over his thick cock. choking as he shoves your head deeper and swallow his cum down in your throat and you would spread your hole. asking him desperately to use you.
k-katsuki!
his eyes widens. a sudden flash of your face in his brain while you call his name. his adorable, chubby classmate all on her glory for him. he bites his moan. stifled with his shirt in his teeth and his nose flared from the heady scent of your shorts. drenched in earlier's gym class.
his cock throbs with every stroke. closing his eyes in a manner to fully picture you naked while he jerks. hips stuttering and shoving his cock deeper in his fist as the muscles in his abdomen contracts and his balls is heavy. preparing for release.
katsuki blinks, tears clumping in his lashes while he think of you. his teeth marking the soft expanse of your skin so everyone will know you belong to him. his tongue wide and long enough to put it in your tight, little hole. twitching at his tongue wiggling inside you. you would grind your pussy in his face and katsuki would inhale your scent. burning in his memory and he'll fold you in half. bend you in positions that you didn't know and he'll rut deep inside you like there's no tomorrow.
he came bursting in his hands. shooting loads of the white color of his own release and when the temporary bliss passes away. katsuki in his bed covered with his own shame. dripping in his fist and staining his black shirt.
katsuki curses. he knows how his actions contradict what he really says to you and you probably hate him. who wouldn't? he's the resident asshole. a bully who likes to torment the weak like you.
you're only the weak person he likes and he would act as your protector. the strong and the brave with a barbed tongue. reeling from his post-orgasm state, katsuki imagines that with every insult he says to you, you're dripping wet. he would laugh at you and tell how filthy you are.
such thoughts this late and it's already past his bedtime. bakugo shakes his head to remove the thoughts of you plaguing him. you tormented him enough for this night and he have problems to take care of. cleaning his shame and returning your gym shorts he stole before you notice it's gone from the laundry room.
bakugo wistfully wishes that whatever he desired for tonight will come true.
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☾ .⭒˚ exclusive tutorial ♡ zayne x afab reader
⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x afab!reader (very fem!reader)
☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf
⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 7.6k
☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, explicit sexual content, pure pure filth, public sex, fingering with gloves, sex on a pool table, unprotected sex, creampie, cervix fucking, cum as lube, choking, rough sex, dom!zayne, kinda power play? not really zayne is just a daddy, teasing with a cue stick idk, lots and lots of dirty talking, just filth idk what else
⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch in order to read and enjoy, but i highly recommend watching the memory for context and a visual for the fic! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrsqvis0jkqn
☾ .⭒˚ a/n: hiiii guys <3 this is my continuation on the new ‘exclusive’ tutorial memory with my fav zayneeee. i hope you guys enjoy, i miss feeding y’all with delulu thoughts. i wouldn’t say i’m back though, i haven’t wanted to write as of late, it was honestly hard to push myself to finish this one. i feel like because i write in such detail, it starts to feel really repetitive, like i’m just writing the same things from my other fics over and over.
i’ll try to write when i have inspiration! i love u guys pls enjoy <3
⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾
the sound of billiard balls colliding with one another pierces the brisk air of the empty billiard hall, save for you and the dashing surgeon eyeing you from across the table. you do your best to watch the colored balls scatter, and not the way zayne’s gloved hands grip his cue stick, or how his muscles ripple under the blue tie he wears so devilishly handsomely.
you were a bit tipsy from the small bits of wine you’d drank at his alumni get-together, mostly to take the edge off from being in a room full of surgeons and doctors, all who knew zayne in some capacity. it wasn’t surprising how well-liked, respected, and admired zayne was amongst his peers, but it was a bit intimidating. though zayne never made you feel like it, sometimes it was hard not to feel small in his presence, and the presence of all his peers.
but he always took it upon himself to make sure you never felt out of place amongst all his med school friends and acquaintances, introducing you to everyone who approached him looking for a morsel of his time.
and there were a lot of people looking to be graced with even a second of zayne’s time.
even so, zayne always made you feel like the center of his world. always side glancing at you with a small, almost imperceptible, quirk to the corner of his lips when he spoke to his colleagues. or his broad palm, ghosting the small of your lower back as he nodded along to their ramblings of surgeries you couldn’t fathom understanding. sometimes, even taking it a step further, whispering huskily against your ear amongst the commotion of the reserved club, letting his breath tickle your exposed neck, as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
honestly, you weren’t sure if he’d been purposely teasing you all night. but either way, combined with the wine, you were feeling tipsy, bold, and pent up.
and what better way to relieve that tension than a friendly game of pool?
at his silent observation of you and the scattered balls, you tease, “did i do something wrong, sir?” you purposely drawl out the last word, knowing how much it affects him when you let him take a position of authority and power over you. it was the perfect opportunity to tease him back, if even just a little.
if zayne is affected by your words, he doesn’t let it show, much to your dismay. “you have more than enough strength. if you adjust your posture you’ll see better results.” you almost want to roll your eyes at how professional and proper he’s being, even in the emptiness of the billiards room.
feeling emboldened at his attempts at stoicness, you only grin at him, “i need you to help me identify my weak spots via “hands-on” learning, sir.” you giggle as zayne clears his throat, rubbing the exposed side of his wrist in his billiard gloves.
“we’ll work on your posture, then.” he makes it over to your side, leaning over the edge of the table to show you how it’s done. “like this. place your right foot back…” even in his demonstration, he looks so handsome and graceful in his black suit vest and dark blue tie. you have to bite the inside of your cheek to remind yourself that you’re the one teasing him. attempting to, anyways.
you shake your head, doing your best to focus on the task at hand. you try to emulate his pose, but even without seeing yourself you can tell it’s not right.
suddenly, his deep voice is right by your ear, “relax. you’re too tense.” you force yourself not to yelp as the feel of his warm breath tickles the area under your ear. you don’t turn to face him, but you can tell he’s smirking faintly. you flinch when his fingers tap your lower back twice. your body responds immediately, your back arching instinctively, almost provocatively.
zayne’s grateful your back is turned to him, because his ears tinge at the sight of you bent over before him, your perfect back arching so sweetly. he holds back a groan at the sight, “now you’re too relaxed.”
you’re acutely aware of his cool hand still resting on your waist, “...it tickles.” you try to deflect from the irritating way your body responds to even his most gentle and innocent touches.
“relax your left arm. allow it to bend naturally,” he uses his knuckle to tap your forearm, “your head, right arm, and the cue stick should form a straight line.” you follow his instructions, tilting your head to the left to align your posture.
“how is it?”
“it…hurts a little.”
you can hear the smile in his voice, “that means it's correct.”
you turn your head so you can see him, giving him a questioning pout, “you’re so harsh, sir.”
zayne looks undeniably amused, “don’t tilt your head, you messed up your posture again.”
you sigh in defeat, “is there an easier way? like something i can do without much trouble?”
zayne smiles smugly at you, “yes. but are you sure you want to do it?” you fight the shiver that threatens to overtake you. you honestly wonder where the professional and stoic zayne went, as the undertone of his words fills you with an anxious anticipation.
but you steel your voice, hoping you won’t regret your next words, “bring it on.”
“don’t move for now,” zayne’s voice is husky as he repositions himself right behind you against the edge of the felt table, his hand coming down to cup yours. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, as he presses his hard chest into your back, skin exposed by the backless dress you wore for the occasion. your breath hitches as zayne once again regains the upper hand against your attempts at teasing him.
his breath is on your ear again, “your rhythm with the cue stick isn’t quite there yet. you need more “hands-on” training.” this time you actually shiver, as the double meaning of his words dawns on you. his crotch is pressed right up against your rear, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle. you’re sure zayne is doing this on purpose, as he uses your joined hands to thrust the cue back and forth.
“move the cue stick three or four times, then stop at the point closest to the ball.” you have a difficult time following his instructions as his gruff voice caresses your ear, his pelvis firm against your rear. really, you can only concentrate on not folding completely underneath him, otherwise you might notice the hard bulge pressed snugly against you.
his gentle lips ghosting a kiss against the shell of your ear snaps you out of your reverie, “did you get that, sweetheart?”
“...yeah,” you whisper underneath him, doing your best to imitate the thrusting motion with your hands. but as zayne shifts slightly, you finally feel his erection behind you, and your mind goes blank.
“snap out of it. are you even listening to me?” you can hear the smug amusement in his voice.
“um, yes…pull back the stick…”
“very good,” his voice is smooth, almost a purr, above you, “just like that. now strike.” your body trembles, basking in his praise, but you pull back your cue stick and let it fly. the clinking of balls colliding sounds as you watch the striped red ball sink into one of the pockets.
“it’s in!” you cheer, forgetting briefly about the compromising position zayne had put you in as you both straighten up, “did you see that? it was a great shot! i’m so cool.”
“i did. your pool skills aren’t so much about technique, but rather, passion,” he teases, finding your excitement utterly adorable. he leans against the pool table, turning to face you, “all you need for pool is… a steady hand, precision, and a calm attitude.”
his hand reaches for your face, fingers grazing your reddening cheeks as he moves to tuck the hair that had fallen into your face when you were concentrating on the balls, tucking it neatly behind your ear and holding your jaw in his practiced fingers. the material of his gloves is smooth but deliciously rough against your burning skin, “once you’ve locked onto your target, don’t let go.”
you quiver at his words, and can’t help but wonder if he’s possibly talking about something else. your gaze wanders south when zayne briefly glances away, and you eye the bulge that is barely noticeable through the dark fabric of his dress pants. mischief and lust simultaneously overtake you.
“if a student does a good job, shouldn’t they get a reward?” you purr, gently batting your eyelashes as fiddle with the sleek wood of your cue stick.
you don’t miss the way zayne’s adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, “and what exactly does my student want?”
you grin up at him, gently tapping the tip of your stick against his broad chest, “it might be difficult to hit this next ball. help me.”
zayne seems almost taken aback, but chuckles as he raises his eyebrows doubtfully at you, “is that all?”
you take a step closer, only your arms wrapped around your cue stick separating your bodies, “what’s wrong, dr. zayne? are you scared?” you giggle internally watching zayne scramble to maintain his careful composure.
“provocation doesn’t work on me.”
you bite back your scoff, wanting to see him lose the slightest grasp on his calculated control. you walk to the other side of the table, where the white cue ball awaits, “then come here.”
zayne follows you cautiously, until he stands a foot to your right. you turn to him expectantly, reaching out to brush your fingertips along the exposed skin of his left hand, still clad in his leather billiard gloves, “closer. or else i can’t reach it.”
despite zayne’s sigh, you can see the way his green eyes gleam with amusement as his adoring smile reaches up towards them. he inches closer to you, “what exactly…” you use that moment to gently push zayne backwards onto the billiards table. he catches himself easily, but allows you to push him backwards, until his back is practically resting on the felt table top. you step forward until you’re resting in between his thighs, standing over his hard body. he sits up, using his elbows to prop himself up against the table.
“look, the ball’s so far away. i think it’s time to use a cue rest,” you giggle, bringing up your cue stick to playfully tap them on either side of his shoulder, making a dramatic show of deciding which of his shoulders to use as a rest.
zayne’s voice is husky as he chuckles, “using a cue rest would be overkill.” he sits up against your stick to stare at you with hooded eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a faint smirk. you smile innocently back, tracing the stick down to the middle of his chest, hooking it under his blue silk tie and pulling upwards, loosening it.
the man beneath you clears his throat, “and this is inappropriate.” but his words don’t quite match the timbre of his voice, eyes still twinkling with amusement under the dim fluorescent lights of the bar.
“but i think…you’re enjoying it, too,” you murmur softly, leaning forward until your body is flush against his crotch, your heat pressed right against his. you can feel him twitch underneath the restraint of his slacks, which subsequently causes your core to throb with an all-too familiar dampness.
zayne chuckles, a rich and deep sound that rings in your ears, averting his heated gaze, “i shouldn’t have taught you so much.” you only grin at him, setting down your stick against the table, pressing your hands against his hard abdomen. you can feel his muscles flex under the material of his suit vest as he tries to sit up further. but you only push him down more firmly, with your hand on his naval right above where his erection sat, proud and wanting to be let out.
you glance up to be met with the rare sight of an absolutely flustered and reddened zayne. his lips are parted, slightly damp as he pants against your touch, a noticeable blush painting his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. his breath is bated, eyes dark and hooded as they track your hands carefully. you reach up to grab his tie, tugging, but not hard enough to undo the soft knot. you use it to pull him towards him, shifting in between his legs and letting your body rub tortuously against his erection.
zayne looks almost pained as he grunts out, “who taught you to use your teacher as a cue rest?” his eyes are locked onto yours, dark, hazy, and demanding.
“well, this cue rest’s heartbeat is going to affect my accuracy,” you tease matter-of-factly. zayne arches his eyebrow.
“is it my heartbeat that’s affecting your accuracy or yours?” you ignore him, slightly embarrassed that he knows your heart is pounding wildly, choosing to inch your hand down further in retaliation. it doesn’t take long for your fingers to reach zayne’s erection, as its length stands incredibly tall against his abs.
zayne sucks in his breath when your fingers wrap around him through his pants, “if you actually want to learn, i can teach you another way…” he trails off as he leans in closer to you, his breath fanning across your lips. as he closes the distance between your lips, you use your left palm to push him back by his shoulders, using all the willpower you have to deny his kiss.
grinning cheekily at his dissatisfied grimace, “sir, this…seems to be lacking ‘professionalism’.”
zayne chuckles, “this is lacking professionalism?” he shifts, his dick twitching in your hands, as if reminding you who exactly was the unprofessional one between the two of you. it’s then zayne decides he’s given you enough time to delude yourself into believing you have the upperhand. before you can even blink, his gloved hand wraps possessively around your waist, pulling you down on top of him. your feet dangle in the air as he holds you securely against his body. you yelp as your dress rides up and zayne grips your bare thigh with his forceful fingers.
he chuckles huskily in your ear, your body resting atop his, “it’s a bit too late to back out now.” with that, he deftly flips both of you so that you find your bare back pressed against the soft felt of the billiards table, your knees propped up with zayne standing smugly between them.
he smirks triumphantly, “why don’t you let me show you?” he picks up his cue stick that had long been forgotten on the side of the table, expertly twirling it in his fingers so that it grazes your chest as he brings it up to rest against your exposed shoulder. you’re rendered a blushing speechless mess at the sight of him between your legs, towering imposingly above you.
his hand brushes against your bare thigh as he pulls back his hand to steady the end of the stick, “watch closely. i’m only going to do it once.” you shiver as he bends down, so that your chests press together, his jaw clenched as he trains his eyes on the white cue ball. your heart hammers in your chest as you watch his handsome face concentrate, pull back the stick, and unleash his move.
you crane your neck awkwardly to see that he easily sunk two solid balls, leaving him just the black eight-ball and one other solid left. he smiles smugly at your dumbfounded expression, but remains between your parted thighs.
“no fair,” you whine, “you’re a surgeon so both your hands are sturdier.”
his eyebrows raise in amusement, “do you really think i need both hands?” something about the way he asks you makes you tremble in anticipation. he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before shifting his cue stick, trailing it down your shoulder to your chest, skillfully grazing your nipples that had hardened in all of zayne’s relentless teasing. the stick trails down to the hem of your dress, and then up your bare inner thighs.
you shiver uncontrollably at the foreign stimulation, “z-zayne, what are you – we shouldn’t…”
“hah…all of a sudden you care about what we should and shouldn’t be doing?” he chuckles. “besides, no one will interrupt us,” he murmurs as he finally ceases stroking your thighs with his cue stick, leaving behind a trail of blue powder residue. but before you can breathe a sigh of relief, his gloved hand snakes under your dress, gripping your thigh with his large outstretched fingers. the leather feels amazing against the sensitive plush of your inner legs, almost making you forget how very in public you were.
“wh-what do you mean? how do you know?” you whimper almost pathetically as his cold fingers play with the lining of your panties, threatening to slip under and touch you where you want him most. you’re sitting up on your elbows, unable to shake his heated stare as he teases your body painfully slowly.
“i reserved this entire hall, in case you were feeling overwhelmed with meeting all my old classmates and you needed some time alone,” he murmurs, reaching his fingers under the flimsy material of your panties. your heart swells at his thoughtfulness, always looking out for your well being, even when you yourself don’t think to. you’re snapped out of your adoration for the man before you when his fingers get dangerously closer to the wet mess you’ve been trying to ignore.
“but still, we shouldn’t – not on this table…” but your body betrays your words as you can’t stop from bucking into his fingers when they graze your weeping slit, eager to be filled by him, again and again. he’s careful to only touch you with the fingers not fitted into his gloves — just his thumb, pinky, and ring finger grazing your sensitive region. even though you want more, zayne wields his limited digits adeptly, already bringing you pleasure that you couldn’t even fathom. and with just 3 fingers, none of them even inside you.
“why are you saying one thing, when she–” he dips his lengthy ring finger into your swollen lips, ghosting along your throbbing hole as his thumb presses at your clit. the sound of your arousal squelching against his hand is loud as it cuts through the thick sexual tension in the air. “clearly wants something else?”
your moans are unabashed as he expertly toys with you, but never quite entering you. even so, you can feel zayne’s fingers working magic on your clit, having you seeing stars as he rubs inexplicable shapes around it, thumb lubed from your copious slick. you find yourself desperate to be filled by him, spurred on by the excitement that just down the hall are dozens of people just waiting for your boyfriend’s return.
“z-zayne…” you plead, grinding yourself against the length of his finger.
“what is it, my love?” his alluring voice teases as his fingers continue on their tortuous journey, “do you need something from your teacher?”
“you know what i w-want!” you whine like a brat, trying to angle your pelvis so his finger slips in. he only halts his movements, instead bringing down one of his gloved fingers to squeeze your clit against his thumb. you yelp at the feel of the foreign fabric against the sensitive bundle of nerves, the feeling of it a conflicting mix of pleasure and hypersensitivity, bordering on pain. you could feel yourself quickly becoming addicted to the feel of his gloves against your more sensitive regions.
“a good student should be able to tell her teacher,” he muses, the mischief and arousal evident in his own features. he’s hell bent on focussing his teasing on you, ignoring his thick erection that is still pressed into you, painfully restraining against his slacks and desperate to be inside you. zayne bends down to ghost a kiss along the shell of your ear, “you’re a good student right baby?”
you shiver at the filthy implications of his words, hooking your arms around his neck as he breathes against your sensitive ear. doing your best to form coherent thoughts in your brain, you mumble, “y-yes i’m a g-good student. i’m a good girl.”
unbeknownst to you, zayne bites his cheek at your words, his erection twitching eagerly at them. you most certainly were a good girl, his good girl. you knew that fact to be true, he knew it, and his cock definitely knew it.
“yes, you are,” he affirms huskily into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver, “let me show you that i only need one hand to get the job done.” the confidence in his voice turns you on unbelievably more as you attempt to piece together the meaning of his words. as he reaches to grab his cue stick again, his bare ring finger simultaneously slips into you, and you realize he was not only referring to the fact that he only needed one hand to play pool, but one hand for you.
you whine out at the welcomed intrusion, bucking against his leather clad hand between your trembling thighs. you fall back gently at the sudden ecstasy, back arching deeply as it rests on the table top with your legs settled against zayne’s body.
he hisses at the feel of your walls sucking his finger in at every pump, in awe of the way your body begs for him, “she’s so eager for me, look at her sucking me in. does it feel good with just one finger angel?”
the slight condescension in his teasing words only turns you on more, your back arching deeper into his hand, “zaaayne,” you pant, hands clawing at the felt, “feels s-so good.” you’re hiccuping between your words, wanting more from him.
as always, zayne knows your body even better than you do, because he slips his pinky in alongside his ring finger. his eyes never leave yours as he continues to pump himself into you. the stretch makes your eyes roll back, his thumb still pawing at your throbbing clit, threatening to burst from his expert touch. the sounds of his hands thudding against your wet skin cut lewdly into the limited space between you.
zayne deftly twirls the cue stick in his one hand so that he rests it on your breast, perfectly aimed at the white cue ball. his fingers inside you pumps in and out in perfect rhythm, the length of them able to stroke your spongy g-spot at every thrust. your eyes are screwed shut, your body trying to accommodate the pleasure, arousal spurred on from the risk of anyone bursting through the billiard hall doors.
you feel the tip of the stick tapping against your nipples, erect against the rough fabric of your cocktail dress. your eyes fly open to find zayne smirking down expectantly at you, his voice a deep seductive huff, “you need to keep your eyes on your teacher if you want to learn anything, y/n.”
you force your eyes to stay and focus on his, though you can feel your eyelids droop as your brain fights to focus on anything other than the ecstasy zayne is imposing on your trembling body.
“that’s it, my love,” he coos at you, speeding up his fingers in the process. your head falls back as you moan shamelessly, feeling your gut tighten in response to his movements. you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, and you silently pray that it doesn’t drip onto the pool table.
suddenly, zayne’s thumb presses harshly onto your clit. your squeal filling the air as you sit up sharply, the sensitive ache bleeding into the immeasurable pleasure, only serving to intensify it further.
“what did i say?” he growls, “eyes on me.” you nod obediently, desperate to please him. but you’re unsure if you’ll even be physically capable of following his demands. you watch the sharp jawed surgeon hovering over you, as he continues his assault on your core.
he positions his cue stick over your shoulder again, his thrusts increasing in intensity as he concentrates on the balls behind you. the sight of him, so precise in the way he pleasures you without a single care to whose prying eyes could possibly see, while simultaneously so handsome in the way he handles his cue stick makes the coil in your gut tighten quicker than normal.
“m-more, please,” you beg, feeling your release approaching and needing him to thrust you over the edge.
“i can feel you tightening, love. are you close already?” zayne murmurs, still lining up his stick meticulously. you’re careful to keep your eyes on him as you nod fervently.
zayne smirks, “so quick, huh baby?” you ignore his teasing, grinding into his hand, desperate to release. he only chuckles in response, but curls his fingers inside you as he relentlessly strokes your clit. you can vaguely see him aiming his stick at the white cue ball, somewhere on the table by your head.
“z-zayne, m’so close,” you warn him, the friction between his hand and your core far too much for you to hold out any longer, “gonna cum, gonna cummmm.” your fingernails dig into his covered biceps as you grip his arms, aching to feel his skin under yours.
“yeah?” he briefly glances at you, shifting his gaze from the billiard balls, his pace on your cunt never faltering, “you gonna make a mess for me, all over the table, like a good girl?” without warning, zayne brings his leather clad index finger down to pinch your clit between it and his thumb. almost immediately you come undone over his hand, your moans and cries for him filling the billiard hall. you can vaguely hear the sound of pool balls colliding, the satisfying clack briefly entering your ecstasy clouded mind as you gush all over zayne’s gloves.
zayne talks you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing but not stopping, “that’s it, that’s my girl. look at you, ruining my gloves, huh?” you can only whimper in response, your clit trembling in his careful grasp. “so beautiful on this table for me.”
you’re a wailing mess, tears streaming down your face from the hypersensitivity of your orgasm. zayne watches your face contort in pleasure, in complete awe of how beautiful and unbelievably sexy you looked beneath him. his cock stirs uncomfortably, almost threatening to burst through the zipper of his pants. you don’t see the way his eyes light up in complete adoration of the woman he loves below him, making a mess all over his fingers, still inside you. he hadn’t planned to take you fully here. but the sight of you underneath him, in all your fucked out glory, slick dripping down your plush thighs, whimpering for him, he couldn’t hold himself back.
“i need to be inside you. you can take me right, my love?”
before you realize what’s happening, zayne’s strong arms are wrapped around your waist, flipping you effortlessly so that your stomach is pressed into the table, your ass molded perfectly into his crotch, his leaking cock pressed right into you.
“z-zayne?” you yelp in surprise, wincing slightly at the way your spend smears against your inner thighs and cunt. when zayne doesn’t respond, you crane your torso backwards to see him bringing up his gloved hand to his mouth, shiny with your slick presumably coating them. using his teeth, he brings his middle finger to his teeth and yanks them off his pale and scarred hand. all the while his heated gaze captivates your own, hooded with a need so dangerous your core ignites with excitement. the sight before you makes your knees weak, buckling in anticipation.
the sound of zayne’s zipper being undone snaps you out of your shameless thoughts, and you watch as he undoes his pants just enough to pull his cock out from them. you gulp, licking your lips at the sight of him before you. his veins bulge, almost pulsing with the need to be nestled inside of your cunt, as his swollen angry head leaks copious amounts of clear pre cum, enough that it almost looked like he’d finished inside his slacks when he got you off with his fingers.
zayne loosens his blue tie, tugging at it until you can see the gentle bobbing of his neck as his hungry eyes drink you in. you squeak when he taps his angry tip against your exposed pussy, smearing his slick against your own, the warm liquid making you shiver as it mixes.
you croak, using your last waning bit of rational thought, “w-what if someone comes looking for you?” you moan deeply when you feel zayne move your wet panties to the side, exposing your dripping slit to his hungry eyes and the air conditioned draft of the billiard hall.
he presses his bare tip against your soaked lips, and your knees buckle under the sensitivity of your fading orgasm. luckily zayne holds you steady, his large hand wrapped securely around your waist as he teases his engorged tip up and down your exposed cunt.
“well then we’ll just have to be quick, can you do that for me love?” he lines up with your throbbing hole but waits for your consent before digging himself into you. the feel of his burning cock nestled in your core is enough to make you throw all inhibitions out the window, and instead of responding verbally, you grind yourself back onto him, trying to fucking yourself onto him.
you revel in zayne’s deep throaty moan, his voice hoarse with desire, “you drive me absolutely insane y/n.” and with that, he presses his swollen tip into your waiting cunt. your eyes screw shut and your fingers grip the wooden edges of the table top as your cunt does its best to accommodate his never ending girth. your teeth bite down on your lips to try and keep your moans at bay, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.
“good girl,” zayne grunts out, his large hands massaging your hips soothingly, “perfect little pussy is sucking me in so well.” you flutter around him excitedly at his praises, to which zayne hisses, digging his fingers into the fat of your hips.
“not so tight, please,” he grits, stilling his descent into your warm cunt, “let me in, my love.” he twitches inside you, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt.
“m’trying,” you pant, looking back to see his cock stuffed halfway inside of you, “m’trying zayne.” keeping one hand on your hip, grip so deliciously tight there’ll surely be hand shaped bruises the next day, he shifts his other hand to your front. his fingers snake up and under your dress, pushing your panties further to the side to flick against your clit.
you gasp out, the tension in your gut being forced to release. you feel the rest of zayne’s cock sink into you, brushing against your g spot as he gently hits your cervix. the delicious curve of his manhood causes his heavy cockhead to drag against all your sweetest spots as he begins to slowly move in and out of you. your cervix is no stranger to the feel of his tip brushing right up against it, your body growing to love the feeling of his bruising pace against your deepest parts.
“gripping me so tight,” he seethes, his hands weaving into your hair and pushing your face into the table, the smooth felt material rubbing against your cheek as he pounded you into the table. “you like it that much? like the idea of someone walking in and seeing this beautiful little pussy wrapped around my cock?”
your moans brokenly at his words, his pace intensifying. the threat of being caught coupled with the overwhelming way zayne absolutely takes your quivering body is almost too much for you, definitely too much for you to form a response to his words. your pussy can only tremble in response, as if not wanting to let him go each time he pulls out.
zayne’s fingers grip your hair harder, but still gentle enough that it makes your eyes roll back at the addicting sensation, “tell me baby.” his voice is low and demanding, making you want to please him at all costs.
“want someone to see you fuckin’ me,” you whine, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, “see that m’all yours.”
zayne groans at your words, driving himself harder and deeper into your womb, “they’d be disappointed to find out that this pussy already belongs to me, huh?” his fingers at your scalp grip your head as the intensity of his thrusts have your eyes leaking tears of utter fucked out pleasure. “made only for me.” his words hold such a possessive tone, making your stomach stir with butterflies.
“s-so big zayne,” you ramble, your voice coming out as a mere whimper.
“just take it f’me, yeah?” his voice is low, his hand inching down from your scalp to your bare back, pressing your arched spine further into the table. “feels so fucking good when you wrap around me like this.”
you’re a moaning mess as he drills himself into you relentlessly, held up only by zayne’s firm hand pressed against your clit. your mind is consumed with only thoughts of him and the ecstasy he rains down upon your body.
zayne’s groans are vaguely audible over the deafening sounds of your ass rippling against his exposed pelvis, “can never get enough of you, my perfect girl.”
“should see how well she takes me, love. sucking me in like she can’t get enough,” he rasps, hand leaving your back to press on your tummy. “feel me here, princess?”
“y-yes!” you gasp, “feel you s’deep, need m-more zayne.”
zayne chuckles, his laugh so beautifully rich against the erotic sounds of his skin against yours, “you really think you can handle more, angel?”
“i can! i can!” you chant hazily, wanting nothing more than to please him as he drives into you intensely, his cockhead dragging against your g spot repeatedly. your eyes have a hard time staying open as zayne pushes you closer to your second orgasm of the evening.
his vigor increases impossibly, his hand leaving your stomach to gently grasp your neck, pulling you up towards his hard abdomen. you gasp when your arched spine hits his chest, as he effortlessly manhandles you into his body.
“will never get enough of you. of this perfect little cunt,” he groans into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. his hand presses down on your throat, holding you securely against him like you might disappear at any moment. the smooth material of his suit vest soothes the singed skin of your back, absolutely zero space between the two of your bodies. molded perfectly together into one.
“she was made for me, huh? made for me to stretch every fucking night,” zayne grunts desperately as he thrusts up into you, your mind going numb from the pleasure of zayne’s massive girth rearranging your guts, leaving you once again unable to form words. his hand against your throat tightens against your neck when you don’t respond, the fingers at your clit squeezing demandingly, “answer me y/n.” the leather brushing against your nerves forces your mind to clear.
“yes!” you gasp out, doing best to see through the fog of intense ecstasy and form coherent words, “m’all yours z-zayne, p-please don’t stop.”
“good fucking girl,” zayne pants, softly digging his teeth into your neck, lips latching on and sucking for dear life. your broken moans of pleasure fill the room when his teeth sink into your sensitive pulse point, and then his tongue lapping soothingly at the tender skin. the sounds of his skin slapping against yours are so obscenely loud and erotic, serving to push you closer to your impending climax.
“i would spend my entire life buried inside you,” zayne grits against your neck, absolutely drunk off you. “you can handle it right, my love? for me?”
his words drive you closer and closer to your release. his fingers are still wrapped deliciously against your neck, applying just enough pressure that you have to gasp for your breaths, “y-yes! yes!”
“tell me what you want love,” zayne demands in between sucking at your neck, leaving behind a string of hickeys and saliva. he glances down briefly to see the shiny slick pooling around the base of his length disappearing and reappearing inside your fluttering cunt. the sight of it makes him moan, gasping huskily into your ear. the sound of his desperation makes you clench around him, tip-toeing closer and closer to your release.
“z-zaayne,” you drawl, “m’so close. w-want to cum for you. please let me cum f’you.” zayne swears under his breath, grip releasing on your neck to hook around your waist. zayne lifts you off his length and spins you around. you yelp, legs instinctively wrapping around his hard abdomen as he orients you to face him, ass resting on the edge of the pool table. your elbows straighten behind you as your prop yourself up with your palms flat on the felt top.
“need to see your beautiful face,” zayne demands, his fingers reaching up to grip your chin, craning your face to meet his and bringing your lips to his. his lips are delightfully demanding against yours, tongue forcing its way in to claim your entire being.
to your dismay, he rips away, a string of saliva connecting your panting breaths. zayne’s eyes pierce yours intensely, “tell me how much you want it.” your thighs clutch around him as his hand snakes down where your bodies are joined to rub at your clit again.
“s-sooo much zayne,” you cry pathetically, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, “please let me cum for you, m’a good girl, d-deserve to cum.”
your begging drives him insane, the vigor of his thrusts reaching an all time high. the way zayne thrusts up into your body makes you drool, feeling like his personal pocket pussy, and you love it. his hot throbbing length reaches all the deepest parts of your cunt, making your eyes roll back, your hands wrapping around his neck as his strong hands hold your thighs up against him, leaving finger shaped bruises. the undoubtedly expensive pool table underneath you shakes under the intensity of zayne’s thrusts, slightly scraping and sliding against the linoleum floor.
“okay my love, anything for you,” he muses, leaning in to kiss down your collarbone, “not too loud okay? can you do that for me?”
you nod fervently, though you’re not sure if you can keep your promise. his lips on your chest definitely make those words seem far fetched.
“i-i have to cum,” you pant, unable to keep your orgasm at bay any longer, “m’cumming zayne, p-please don’t stop.”
zayne’s lips abandon your neck, using the hand not on your thigh to cup your chin once more.
“i’m not gonna last much longer with you squeezing me like that,” he groans, “you gonna take it baby?” you do your best to nod, but that’s not enough for zayne.
“answer me, sweet girl,” he purrs, “or do i have to teach you another lesson?”
“y-yes, m’gonna take it all. please zayne,” you plead, needing to feel him fill you as you cum for him.
zayne smirks, so devilishly handsome as beads of sweat form on his temple, “so damn gorgeous when you beg for my cock.” his lips capture yours again, tongue tasting every inch of you. you kiss him back feverishly, wanting to be filled with nothing but him.
he pulls away, instead kissing the tears that had fallen down your cheeks, “who does this pussy belong to, y/n?”
“y-you! belongs to you zayne!”
“good fucking girl. now cum for me.”
the command in his words sends you toppling into the abyss as you cum all over him. except this time it’s so much more moist than the orgasm you had when his fingers rearranged your guts. you can vaguely feel the gush of liquid against his expensive slacks as your mind goes blank, only able to accommodate the pleasure and no other senses.
zayne’s eyes trail down to where your bodies connect, watching in awe as you squirt all over him. the feeling of your cunt pulsating so snugly around his length, almost too tight if not for your fluids coating every inch of him, drives him to his own orgasm. his cock trembles violently as he buries himself to the hilt, emptying inside of you, endless streams of cum coating your throbbing walls.
once the last of his essence has been absolutely drained from him, zayne languidly thrusts up into you, obsessed with the feeling of your collective spend against his softening erection. you whimper at the feeling, gently tapping against this chest, “n-no more. s’too sensitive.”
zayne chuckles, slowing in his movements and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, “sorry love. just wanted to make sure i got it as deep as possible.”
you sigh contently, tightening your arms across the back of his neck and burying your face into him, inhaling the sweet scent of him. the two of you bask in the moment, with him still nestled inside of you.
“we should head back to everyone else zayne. they’ll be wondering where you are,” you mumble into his shoulder, fingers stroking his soft raven hair. “there’s always a bright eyed doctor looking for you, wanting to sing your praises,” you tease.
“and yet the only person i want looking for me, is you,” he smiles faintly, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, his large hands never leaving your body for even a second.
you blush at his words, trying to deflect, “you’re a flatterer.” and yet there is a sincerity behind his words that makes your heart thrum erratically. he only smiles warmly at you, nothing but adoration, happiness, and utter satisfaction clouding his hazel irises.
“for you, i’ll be anything,” and with his glimmering eyes on yours, zayne carries you off the table, gently setting you back on the floor after making sure you’re able to stand by yourself.
he chuckles as your knees wobble, “do you need me to carry you for the rest of the night?”
“now, what would your colleagues think if they saw the esteemed dr. zayne carrying his female companion around in such a formal setting?” you tease him, wincing as your panties settles onto your soaked cunt, absolutely dripping and spent.
“i don’t think anyone would question me carrying you, if they saw the state you’re currently in,” he grinned, smoothing some of your undoubtedly disheveled hair behind your ears.
you teasingly smack his shoulder, to which he heartily laughs, holding your waist with his outstretched hands “is it that bad?” you whisper worriedly, doing your best to smooth out your dress. however, there was nothing you could do about the slick dripping down your thighs until you found a restroom.
“it just means i did my job right,” he smirks at you, eyeing the plethora of hickeys littered against your soft skin. there’s a thoroughly ravished glow about you that he doubted anyone would not be able to notice. above all, the smell of him and sex is so deeply etched into your scent, there’s absolutely no way people wouldn’t know where you two had disappeared off to. the thought of that fills zayne with a deep sense of satisfaction and arousal.
you give him an unamused look in response. he chuckles lowly, holding his arm out for you to grab, ever the gentleman. it slightly irks you how annoyingly debonair, dashing, and collected he looks, not a hair out of place, even after your vigorous activities.
“ready to go?”
you latch onto his outstretched arm, feeling exhausted but unbelievably happy to be here with zayne. hand in hand, the two of you head out of the billiard hall you were sure you’d never forget.
“wait! we have to finish our game!” you exclaim, halting and dragging him back towards your table, where your cue sticks still sat.
zayne only raises his eyebrow at you, letting himself be dragged along by you, “we already finished. i won.”
“what do you mean–” it’s then you notice all his solid colored balls are gone, along with the black eight ball.
“wh-when did you do that!? i call foul play!” you whine, “i want a rematch.”
“though i’d be more than happy to teach you another lesson,” his eyes shine with amusement, clearly referring to something else, “we need to make a reappearence before someone finds us in here. we look quite incriminating in here.”
you pout, knowing he’s right. despite your best efforts, there’s no doubt you look like you’ve just been dragged through a wind tunnel. but you were so incredibly competitive. and an even sorer loser.
zayne chuckles at your adorable grimace, your arms crossed over your chest. he gently pries your arms apart and holds your hands in his, “i’d be happy to take you home and give you a rematch of tonight. how does that sound?”
“fine…” you sigh reluctantly, letting him guide you back to the main hall of the club, “since when did you have a pool table at home?”
zayne doesn’t turn to you, but you can see a slight upturn in the corner of his lip, “i don’t.”
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Hiiiiii Scoutttt, could you do a chauffeur y/n getting hit on by maybe a Vees worker or just some random demon if you haven’t done so already? I’m in the mood for some chaos! >:3333 thanks bestie <3333
Jealousy
PolyVees x Gn!Chauffeur!Reader
TW:Valentino and jealousy. Mentions of being possessive.
A/N: KAISER!!! Of course I can bestie!~
As the Vee’s personal chauffeur no one really bothers you or they are too afraid to come up to you (that’s why your social media exists /j) so if you did have any suitors..it’s possibly a rare occurrence that they have the confidence to stroll up to you and near the Vee’s. So it’s most likely a worker under one of the Vee’s.
But oh boy, once those three get wind of it? OOO YOU ARE IN FOR A REAL TREAT BBY. They claim they are above a simple fact of jealousy but none are. All three are jealous fuckers and they love your attention so if your attention is not on them 25/8 then what the fuck are you doing? You’re hurting their feelings!
But finding out it’s one (or multiple) of their employees? Pisses them off.
Valentino is by far the worst one of the three to get jealous. He gets hella possessive of you and your time, but mostly you. He goes all out making sure if you are near him, that you are his and he is yours. No one else is allowed to even fucking breathe near you. He’s also sitting you on his lap and purring in your ear the whole time, telling you how hot it would be just to see you wearing something he gifted you, make sure everyone knows your his. Don’t worry about the person who flirted with you! They are dead.
Velvette is the second highest jealous person in the Vee’s. She isn’t up there with Valentino cause he is his own breed. But she is a very jealous lady because she doesn’t share. The only exception? She's sharing with the other two and that’s already pissing her off. But once she finds out it’s an employee? She’s firing them (they are lucky she isn’t killing them), slandering their name and reputation before going back to whatever she was doing with you. For the next couple of days, she’s gonna be near you more and if she can’t be? You're wearing her brand and her colors.
Vox is much more chill than the other two but he does get hella jealous at times. Like. Almost Valentino levels. So he’s also very possessive but he’s not gonna make his presence known until they lay hands on you. Then? He pops up and drags you away as the employee gets fired by electrocution. Like Velvette, he’s gonna stick with you the whole day and treat you to any and everything. He’s a lowkey sugar daddy. He also pulls you onto his lap if he sits somewhere cause he wants to show you off even if you just want to go take a nap somewhere.
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Get rid of it.
🐺Daryl Dixon x Reader
You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.
To everyone around, you and Daryl seemed like the perfect couple.
And you two felt like it too.
Daryl always claimed to be blessed having you at his side. You had never once complained about his upbringing showing through in his actions, or got scared of him after finding out what he was. A monster. But not to you.
The two of you were the perfect picture for a new family.
Except that couldn’t be further from the truth.
The two of you had never fought in your time together, not even when Daryl distanced himself after he thought he scared you and convinced himself you wanted to leave. But today the whole community was turned upside down by Daryl’s roaring voice directed at no one else but you.
You had cone back from the infirmary after some nausea and constant tiredness, only to find out you and Daryl had been less careful when being intimate than you at first thought. Your heart pounded out of your chest as you walked into the house where he sat in his chair, cleaning his crossbow.
“Daryl, look!” You were smiling so bright it piqued Daryl’s interest enough to put down his stuff and get up to look at the little thing in your outstretched hands.
“Nah.” His eyes went wide with horror, all color draining from him as he shoved you aside and in long strides barely made it to the counter before his lunch met the sink. You followed his movements and stared in shock. You never saw him puke, ever. He could stomach anything, never even getting nauseous in the slightest but now you watched him empty his stomach right there in front of you.
Your arms lowered as you pocketed the little white stick that showed the perfect little future others would often joke about. It was going to become real now and you were excited, but it seemed Daryl felt different about it.
With tears streaming down his cheeks and drool hanging off his lip he turned his head ever so slightly to look at you. “Ya never asked me. M’tellin’ ya no, right now.” He was still heaving over the sink, barely moving as he stood, visibly shaking on his legs.
“Daryl, you okay?” Moving forward ever so carefully you reached out for his arm but got your hand swatted away with a loud, angry growl.
“Get the FUCK away from me!” The change in his voice knocked the wind out of you, making you back up all the way agains the front door where you had a chance to run but still see Daryl. “Daryl, what’s going on?” The fear was catching up to you and you felt disgusted by yourself. You didn’t fear him, it was one of the qualities he loved about you and praised you for but now with his strange reaction you couldn’t help but want to run and hide.
Especially because he was now making his way up to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and a look in his eyes you couldn’t seem to figure out.
You were halfway onto the porch, your heartbeat ringing so loud in your ears you barely heard his snarls. “I thought you’d be happy.. I want this.” You stammered through the short sentence, hand gripping the edge of the stairs so hard you were convinced you’d bruise your fingers.
With a rough breath Daryl got right in your face. “Ain’t NO WAY I’m lettin’ ya go an’ do this.” his hand swung out, right in front of your face, but passing it barely as he pointed back in the direction of the infirmary. “Ne’er asked ya fer a kid!” His voice traveled, and already started gathering curious looks from folks. “Yer gonna march yer ass back to Denise, and get FUCKIN’ RID OF IT!”
His roared command had you stagger backwards and almost trip down the stairs, barely catching yourself before storming off in fear.
You wanted to scream back at him, tell him how badly you wanted this. For how long you had wanted this but words caught in the back of your throat and wouldn’t come out so you just did as he asked and ran.
Denise immediately caught on when you came back in crying your eyes out, letting you sit off to the side until you ran out of tears and caught your breath enough to talk somewhat okay again.
“I take he didn’t like the surprise? I’m really sorry. I hope he just needs some time to let it all sink in.” Denise had sat down cross-legged on the floor with you, holding out a hand for you to take and ground yourself.
“He got so scared.” You were barely believing your own words. Daryl didn’t get scared ever. “Then he got mad..”
Your words shocked the medic, having known and gotten close to Daryl for a while now and had seen her share of arguments between the archer and other adults in the community, but to say she had ever seen him seriously mad would be a lie. “I’m so sorry. What did he say?”
Back at the house Rick had sent the onlookers away as he and Carol went inside, following after their angry friend.
“Daryl.” Rick’s tone was stern, his aura oozing authority but quickly dropping the act as he saw his brother’s bloodshot eyes and trembling hands. Carol read each and every one of his tells like she was the one who labeled them all in the first place and knew he was close to losing the last bit of his humanity he was currently desperately clinging onto. “Please tell us what happened?”
She knew her action could end up badly but decided to step towards her best friend, offering a hand to ground him like you normally would when his emotions got the best of him. The growl that left the hunter as he breathed out filled the room with an eery energy. Back at the quarry when Daryl still lost his temper more often there were woods around where he could run and hide into, but now he was inside of a house, inside of a community with high walls that even he couldn’t climb easily. He had to keep a hold over himself now.
“..Pup.” He had a difficulty finding his words, eyes unable to focus on anything and looking frantically around the room. “She.. She tol’ me jus’ now.” Hands went from pockets to sleeve ends back to being chewed on or swiping at loose strands of hair that were suddenly the most distracting things in life, wanting to tear them out right that second. “Sent ‘er off to Denise.”
"Why send her to the infirmary, Daryl?" It was Rick's turn to question him again. He was unsure of his reasonings, why would he send you away after such news?
Daryl’s annoyed but confused grunt had the other two confused along with him. Were they supposed to know his reasonings? He never spoke about the subject of having a family with you, they only knew about his shitty father and dead mother.
“Get outta my house.” Daryl’s voice was calm and the message was clear. After giving each other a look they agreed it was best to follow the man’s request and leave him be for now. Halfway out of the door though, they both stopped and turned to face their friend once more. “You’ll do great, don’t doubt that please.” Carol’s look was one of sadness while Rick added to her reassuring words with a smile and a nod.
Neither did anything to calm the hurt inside of Daryl, instead only getting on his nerves more than they already had by showing up.
“I said get the FUCK OUT.” With a long stride forward he backed them out onto the porch with a roar and slammed the door shut, locking it and retreating downstairs.
While Daryl turned to sleep to keep his anger at bay, Rick went home and Carol took a detour to find you and Denise still sitting on the floor of the infirmary.
Your eyes were puffy and red as you looked at her from down below and followed her movements to where she sat down with you two.
With a heavy heart you repeated the events from before Carol spoke with Daryl and after some more reassuring she agreed to walk you home again.
Once inside you thanked the universe for Daryl not being in the main area and you could go to bed without any more trouble.
Sadly drama didn’t stay at bay for long. The next you were sitting at the dinner table with your breakfast when Daryl came upstairs from his basement room, looking like absolute hell. His hair was an even bigger mess than it normally was in the morning, and you swore the bags under his eyes were a few shades darker than usual.
You wanted to ask him how he was feeling, but the stare and low growl that left him was enough of an answer by itself.
Sighing at yourself you decided to give him more time and went to follow your daily routines as usual and let him make the initial contact when he was up for it.
You ate dinner alone that evening. The other half of your bed stayed empty that night. And another scowl after the first few sniffs of the day were again the only interaction you had.
Today’s issue was worse. You both had nothing to do and were going to be in each others’ way somehow.
You were spending the day around the house doing chores, taking a quick shower and making dinner prep early so you had some time to relax. You were having a small meal to take your new vitamins with when Daryl came upstairs and tried his best to avoid you. His only problem was his weapons that laid beside you on the table.
Involuntarily he sniffed the air, like a reflex his animal side never is human form and all he could do was try to shake off the conflicting feelings it brought. He wanted to bury his nose in your hair and keep inhaling your delicious scent, but with every intake of breath it felt like someone shot a bolt through his chest, the screaming in his head only getting louder each time.
“I’ll leave if you want me to.” Your tone was dry and unamused. “S’not it..” It was the most he had said to you since your last fight, but it was clear he was holding back a lot of his thoughts. You knew Daryl had a horrible upbringing and were aware of his fear of being a bad parental figure, but he had proven the opposite many times over already. Still you got up to put your plate away, “You know you’re the only one who thinks you’d be a shitty dad, right?”
Your words seemed to only anger him further as he growled way louder now, making you turn to him and see him standing in the middle of the room, visibly shaking. “Why aint ya listnin’ ta me?” He wasn’t looking you in the eyes, nervously moved his weight from one foot to the other.
Why weren’t you listening? He had barely heard the news and freaked out so bad he never gave you a chance to talk before barking you out the door. Literally.
“Listen to you?” Now it was your turn to get angry. “You haven’t even given me a chance to talk!” Your sudden snap had him step back, eyes wide in panic. “Not even a chance to discus! An immediate no and angry barking was all I got. You wouldn’t even let me tell you how bad I want this, for how goddamn long I’ve wanted this!”
Your blood boiled now, were you finally seeing that bad side Daryl always talked about? “I’m keeping it. Just stay away if you can’t agree.” With your arms crossed over your chest you sniffled, all the fighting was really getting to you.
“Just FUCKIN’ listen!” Daryl’s words more of a roar than a yell, coming from deep down along with the change in his eyes that only happened when his beast tried to come out.
“I ain’t gonna let tha’ thing kill ya! Not like it killed her!” The second the words left his lips he dropped to his knees, his body jerking with each ugly sob that racked his entire being as the memories he tried to forget resurfaced with a force that knocked the wind out of him.
“F— fuck..”
With each intake of breath your scent filled his nostrils and brought back the trauma he so desperately tried to keep at bay. He shared more with his loved ones these days, but not this. Never this.
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“Dee, hey.” Her voice was quiet, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, making him quicken his steps up her driveway where he had just parked his bike. Within seconds he her, his face stuffed in her frizzy curls. “God, ya smell delicious today. Wanna live ‘ere With ma face in yer neck.” The low grumble in his chest was something she could never get enough of, but she needed to pry him off in order to continue with his surprise. “Come inside, baby. Got something for ya. Promise you’ll love it.”
Once inside he found a small box with his name on it. “Go on, look!” Daryl sat himself down on the blanketed couch, much nicer than the ratty one full of holes and broken springs he had at home. He ever so carefully reached and lifted the lid off the box, his eyes lifting to stare at his girlfriend. “Yer kiddin’ me, aintya?” His briht blue eyes shone with excitement at the sight of the small white plastic showing off two little pink lines that indicated the next step towards their future.
“Mom was so excited, she insisted in coming along because she said she knew already anyways.” She laughed at her lover as he had gotten up to round the small table and envelop her in the most loving hug. “Yer mom’s amazin’ fer bein’ fine with us. With this.” He barely believed it every time he came up to her home. He found someone who looked past his racist family members and actively helped him lessen those habits integrated into his person from a young age. Even her family accepted the young ‘white trash’ boy her daughter had brought home those years ago. Hell, he was more than happy to keep his family out of this whole ordeal and never see them again after this news.
“Shit, we gotta get all kinds’a baby stuff now. Ain’t sure where ta start..” There was another thing prodding at the back of his mind. “Hey, what’s yer parents gon’ say when they see the kid and it aint, ya know..” He made a hand gesture to figure out how to say what he wanted, but failing entirely. “What if it aint human?”
The soft giggle that left her lips was like heaven on earth and calmed his nerves in a second. “Dee, they know about you and accepted that part of you too, even if they’ve never seen it before.”
That day’s news was followed by a few days of Daryl packing up his belongings and officially moving in with his partner, leaving his family behind for safety reasons. If they ever found out he was having a child with someone who wasn’t as much white trash as they were, shotguns would be loaded and a hunt would be started.
To their family’s luck the other Dixons stayed away and the weeks passed quietly and turned into months. The spare room cleared out and turned into a nursery for the little one. Even without the usual doctor’s appointments due to Daryl’s fear of seeing something they shouldn’t on the ultrasound she was healthy and the kid had a steady heartbeat.
Only two more weeks before they’d meet their child.
With time passing quick they got a lot of visits from her parents. While mom stayed with the mother to be and helped with cooking and laundry, keeping the house clean and making sure the soon to be mother was doing alright, the men w worked on the last finishing touches in the nursery and baby-proofing the home.
After working the whole day everyone had gathered in the kitchen, where father sat at the dinner table and mother cooked while the two lovers stood leaning agains the counter. Daryl’s back rested against the cupboards with her back against his front, his hands below her belly to relieve some weight. “Kid’s active. Been like tha’ all day?” Even now Daryl still had his nose in the crook of her neck, taking in her delicious scent.
With all the plates and food on the moved out of Daryl’s grasp, slowly waddling towards her spot as Daryl grabbed their drinks off the counter. His back was turned to her what she groaned in pain. He turned just in time to see her drop to her knees and let out a cry. In a second her scent turned foul as she screamed.
Blood.
Her pastel sweats stained red down to her knees, choked sobs leaving her as her arms clutched around her swollen belly that violently spasmed.
No. It wasn’t her muscles spasming. The pup woke early and needed a way out. He picked up the energy of a panicked wolf amidst the chaos of his own fear, her pain and her parents’ shouting.
Frantic breaths and quickened heartbeats then turned to silence, and with a loud thud she fell.
His vision went black and the voices now screamed at him. “I knew we shouldn’t have let her go through with this! I warned you it wasn’t safe!” The man’s voice rung right above him where Daryl knelt over his love, ear pressed against her chest, her belly but hearing nothing. Only the loud, soul crushing sobs of her mother. “Y.. You.. Killed.. Her..” she spoke between sobs. He didn’t know what to do, his body ached all over and his mind howled to drown out the curses thrown at him.
“You’re nothing but a monster! A.. A murderer!” That was the last thing he heard before he lost himself and ran. His feral side took over and forced him to turn, run back to the woods he knew like home.
Its where he spent weeks, hiding from humanity. Its where he swore to never have another child again.
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“Please.. Get rid of it, m’beggin’ ya..” His gaze was still focused on the floor, a wet stain from his tears right under his shaking form.
His words struck you where it hurt. You felt his pain, but you couldn’t be sure what happened back then would happen now. You quickly fond solutions to things that happened back then, ruling them out and seeing no reason to give up this child out of fear. “I’m sorry..” You wanted so badly to please him, but after a lifetime of never having anything you wanted you weren’t going to accept no. “I’m going to keep it, I see your fears but I want this.” Yeah, it was selfish, but you had to not care about that for once. “I’ll leave for Hilltop tomorrow. Maggie’s there and they have a doctor, so we’ll be safe.”
And so you did. Daryl gave no response to your decision but was gone when you came back downstairs. He stayed gone over the time you spent packing and getting a vehicle ready and you assumed he’d gone out into the woods again. Rosita drove out with you, trying to keep a conversation going but you were too distracted scanning the woods for a sign of your lover, but you never caught him and soon arrived at Hilltop.
It wasn't fun having to again repeat why you were there and Daryl wasn't, but Maggie made sure you were comfortable and getting your needed checkups over time.
Against the better judgement of the others you always sat in on radios to Alexandria that brought updates from and to you.
"Thanks for willing to show up this time. She's doing great." Jesus was the one updating today, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he smiled at you sitting beside him. The line stayed quiet for a second before Daryl's voice came through. "Course she's still fine now. Pup aint big enough ta harm 'er yet."
With that the line went quiet again and you were left with no updates on their side for now.
Having no other option than accepting it for now you went back to your daily routine of helping around the community by doing light tasks. You wondered how Daryl would respond if he knew you were out and about instead of resting in bed the whole time had things gone better. He'd blow a fuse for sure.
In Alexandria Daryl was finally home long enough to be cornered by Rick and Carol. He wanted nothing more than to run, but his endless hunting and changing forms constantly had him exhausted, so his only choice now was to hear his friends out.
“Would you please share why you fought so bad about this?” Carol asked after a moment as the three were seated around the coffee table in the living room, with Daryl in his armchair and the others on the couch. “It can’t be that you think you’d be a bad father. The way you handle Judith shows you know what you’re doing.”
“Aint the problem. ‘S sumthin’ else.” Daryl was back to shaking, feeling his worthless kid self creep to the surface of his being, resting right underneath his skin.
“Will you tell us, brother?”
Brother, right. Another brother he kept all of this from. Maybe if he told him he'd be on his side, unlike you.. So that's what he did.
"Used ta have a girl 'fore all'a this." There was an immediate interest in the story, and Daryl went on to share the traumatic memory that had been haunting his nightmares for over a month now.
"Shit scared me so bad I hid in the woods fer weeks.."
Carol wanted nothing more than to get up and hug her friend, and Rick could only share what went on in his mind after what happened to Lori.
The three of them shared their most personal experiences of losing loved ones in their lifetime, but in the end neither Rick or Carol could convince Daryl to go see you.
The news was radio'ed to Hilltop, where you accepted it, as you did each time the bringer of news came to you with a sad look in their eyes.
While the child inside you grew you felt surprisingly fine. The women who had children before shared their tales of tiredness, nausea and mood swings with you, and eventually about bringing their children into the world as well. While some stories sounded more like horrors to you, they all still laughed and enjoyed recollecting the memories and assuring you there was nothing to worry about with the doc around.
The closer you got to your due date, which Daryl was so kind to share seeing you didn’t know about this part of being with a werewolf, Daryl’s anxiety got even worse. Unable to go out hunting and be away from the radio, but also wanting to tear the thing to shreds so it wouldn’t sit there haunting him. He kept hearing the static of a connection forming before the voice would come through, but each time it was just his imagination. He was waiting for the bad news to come in any hour now. Waiting for the ‘sorry, Daryl. We couldn’t do anything.’ from the other end of the radio. Sleeping was out of the question too, being plagued by nightmares nearly every time he closed his eyes.
Daryl never kept up with a calendar, but he clung to the one in his home now like his life depended on it. Your due date was tomorrow and those dreaded words hadn’t been shared yet.
Any of his hourly “Ya heard anythin’?”s came with a negative answer. It meant you were at least alive, still. For now.
His anxious asking kept up for three days until he finally ran out of strength and passed out, getting much needed sleep for once.
His sleep didn’t last long. Rick was at his side, shaking him awake and backing up as he got snapped at. “The hell ya want, Rick?”
“Get your ass to the radio. Hilltop called, she’s in labour.” While the news shocked him and he felt the urge to go talk to you, he couldn’t get himself out of bed and have to relive the horrors of something going wrong. He’d never forgive himself for not trying harder to convince you.
Despite knowing he could easily get his neck snapped he kept pushing Daryl to go but never succeeded, eventually giving up to keep the peace.
It was hours later he was being disturbed again. Carol came by this time with a walkie in her hands.
“Alright, I’m here. Have her talk.” Daryl turned to Carol’s voice, not stopping his work on the other side of the room.
“Dee? Can you hear me? We’re fine, both of us are fine.” The clatter of metal on the concrete floor spooked Carol, but not as much as the speed of Daryl moving towards her and snatching the walkie from her hands. “Yer fine? How?” There was just static at the other end of the line for a bit and Carol could swear she saw tears threatening to spill. “We got a walkie against the radio, it takes a second.” His attention was back to the walkie immediately.
“I had the pup. I’m healthy and so is she.”
Oh. The guilt of leaving her to do all of this on her own overpowered the anxiety of waiting for the horrible news entirely, unsure what to do first he tossed the walkie to Carol and threw on his vest over his ratty sweater and headed out the door. “Tell ‘er I’m headin’ over!”
Calling back a confirmation was unnecessary with the loud rumble of his motorcycle, so she made her way back to where the radio was set up. No need to share the details, seeing the others were outside already to see him ride out the gate.
“Hey, he’s on his way.” Jesus’ head peeked into the room where you were settled to rest in private. Maggie was finding you something to eat and going to see a seamstress to adjust your pup’s clothes. You knew it would be a while before Daryl would arrive, needing to come all the way from Alexandria. You had plenty of time to rest and eat before he'd get there.
Daryl rode like a madman to get to you as fast as possible and found the gate to Hilltop already opened, awaiting his arrival.
Sadly he found Gregory as first person to welcome him and tried his schtick of having people not just barge into his community all the time, but getting shoved aside with an angry snarl s Daryl passed him and followed his nose to where you rested.
Daryl found the room you were in, having sniffed you out with ease but found himself anxious again as his hand found the doorknob. He had been the worst partner to you those months ago. How was he supposed to look you in the eye knowing he let you leave to supposedly die?
“Hey, oww. Careful, you.” He caught your voice and it was like his body moved on its own, no doubt his other half’s need to see the child winning over his anxiety.
“Hey, Dee.” The smile you had on your face was no less than the one you held when you first handed him that test that started so much drama. But what truly kept all of his attention right now was the little bundle of fur laying curled up on your chest.
“She fell asleep after feeding. Come see.” Your hand moved slow to not disturb the sleeping pup, and reached for Daryl to come closer from where he still stood at the door.
He was so overwhelmed he needed a moment to gather himself and move forward to where you laid in bed. “M’sorry.” It was the only thing that made it past his lips before you saw tears rolling down his cheeks. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and rested his head in one arm as the other went to take your hand in his. He didn’t say anything else, but you knew he just needed time to process. You let him get his mind to calm down and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles for a while before your pup woke and unrolled herself clumsily. She slipped off your body and plopped right against Daryl’s head, immediately sniffing around in his hair and let out soft whines that had Daryl move to look at her up close.
His own eyes stared back at him, surrounded in a shade that resembled your hair color most. A soft pink nose pressed against his as the barrage of sniffs continued.
“Thanks, fer not hurtin’ yer mom.” His voice was soft and his hands found her small body, lifting her as he stood up to sit on the bed with you now that you had a chance to move again.
“Should’ve stayed with ya.” A simple sentence you agreed with, but still you forgave him for everything that happened. You also had your time to think and understood why he did what he did.
Truthfully none of it mattered anymore. You had your little family here now and everyone was healthy.
“You’re all okay, Dear. You had your reasons and it’s over now. You’re here.” You were rested against his shoulder as he held his daughter in his lap, staring with true love in his eyes.
“She looks like a Lily.” Daryl spoke after a long stretch of comfortable silence. “Soft ‘n delicate.”
You cuddled further into him, reaching out to take your daughter’s paw.
“Then Lily it’ll be.”
You were going to be okay, the three of you.
A/N: Oh man this one took so long I had to reread constantly to see where I left off!
#sometimes I write#daryl dixon#twd daryl#twd daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon imagine#daryl dixon fanfiction#twd#the walking dead#twd x reader#twd au#werewolves#werewolf
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~Kaishin and gosho boys incorrect quotes~
Shinichi : Kaito and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us
Heiji : *Sighing* What did Kaito do?
Shinichi : They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...
Kaito: Who wants a steering wheel?
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Conan: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?
Kaito: Plane tickets?
Hakuba: Concert tickets?
Heiji: Prostitution?
Conan, holding their broken frames: Glasses.
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Shinichi: Why is Kaito so sad?
Heiji: he took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes
Shinichi: And...?
Heiji: he got Hakuba.
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Shinichi: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Kaito: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Heiji ?
Heiji: Probably “road work ahead”.
Hakuba: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
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Hakuba: You read my diary?
Heiji: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.
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Kaito: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.
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*kaito messing with them*
Hakuba: Okay, what does A stand for?
Kaito: Arson.
Hakuba: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?
Kaito: Barson.
Heiji: *laughter*
Hakuba: What stands for C?
Kaito: Commit arson.
Heiji: Oooo.
Hakuba: D!
Kaito: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.
Heiji: *more laughter*
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*kaito about shinichi*
Kaito: Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.
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Kaito: You know, Shinichi, you are the sun in my life.
Shinichi: Why? Cause I'm smoking hot?
Kaito: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.
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Aoko, texting: Kaito, will you please go to sleep?
Kaito, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?
Aoko, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!
Aoko, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?
Kaito, texting: I’m trying
Aoko, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH
Aoko, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)
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Kaito: Shinichi annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.
Hakuba: There is nothing special about tomorrow.
Kaito: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.
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*before they started to dated*
Kaito: Shinichi is playing hard to get.
Kaito: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.
#kaishin#dcmk#shinichi kudo#magic kaito#detectiveconan#detective conan#kaito kuroba#hattori heiji#hakuba saguru#(I started this at home and finished at work#(I just needed to share this with y’all lmaooo)#incorrect dcmk quotes
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❝let me take care of you, baby.❞ ❥︎ collegebf!eren x reader
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synopsis: it was nearing finals, and you avoided your boyfriend— eren—like the plague. and boy, was he was worried for you. your normally cheerful demeanor dwindled to something snarky, something avoidant. all you did nowadays was study till your brain rotted, and it made you a bitter person. he was waiting for the day you'd collapse, and the moment you did, it was worse than he expected. good thing he was there to take care of you. to pamper you because you were his baby.
*contains suggestive content!! advise against reading if you're under 17. minors will be blocked, so please dni if you're one!
key: e/c -> eye color
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hey y'all!! 💌
again, not sure how the whole tumblr thing works. i'm experimenting and trying out writing for fun, so please be kind. i was pretty out of it when i wrote this, so ignore any typos or inconsistencies. also, bear with our y/n. she's crafted this way for a reason.
it's my first time writing a short fic/drabble, and i did this as more of an experiment. i welcome feedback but please be kind with your words. i am just learning and finding out what works for me.
anyways, hope you enjoy lovelies!
best,
~ nene
The past few weeks had been a living hell.
Not because of the finals nearing round the corner, or because of the two hours of sleep you were getting per night; not because of the crude professors who made it their life mission to assign a million projects when the quarter was about to end; not because of your parents who did not give two shits about your mental health.
It was the distance you were maintaining with Eren that made it the hardest.
He was worried for you. You could tell by the way his eyebrows would furrow when you would decline yet another plea to relax, or the way his eyes conceringly flitted to your scrunched posture whenever you'd cuss at yourself, or the way he would gently, tenderly... remove your hands that tended to roughly rake through your hair when anxious.
Your breaking point was nearing, and he was holding himself back from embracing you right then and there. He was not one to interfere, but he wanted to take care of you, to ease the burden off your shoulders and reassure you that your studying would amount to great achievements. But he didn't know how to reach you. You were so caught up in your bubble of self-sabotage and pressure that you shut the rest of the world out, including him.
But he didn't want to be "the rest of the world." He would wallow in your bubble too, only if you'd let him in.
"Fucking deratives will be the end of me," he heard you seethe from your position on his gaming chair. The both of you were currently cooped up in his room, with him scrolling through TikTok and occasionally glancing at you while you revised and revised till your eyes were sore.
Eren's roommate flew out, which left the place to himself. He lured you here stating it would be better to study at his place with "no distractions" compared to your apartment with Hitch, who was quite the gossip and hinderance.
As you highlighted yet another section, you felt his eyes raking down your figure.
You were engulfed in his oversized grey hoodie, wearing nothing but a flimsy cotton bra and matching underwear underneath. Your hair was messily thrown up in a bun, a few strands tickling your forehead here and there, to which you frustratedly blew from your periphery. Lilac crescents embedded themselves into your under-eyes, followed with bags entailing sleep deprivation. One bare leg was propped up as you rested your chin on your knee and swung the other absentmindedly.
If you didn't stop studying now, you'd collapse from exhaustion. Three hours had passed by nonstop. You hadn't even drank water.
"Y/n," he called out gently.
You ignored him, but he knew you heard him because of that cute forehead scrunch you just did.
"Y/n," he called, this time a bit louder. Once again, that damn scrunch, but no verbal acknowledgement.
"Y/n!" he tried for the third time. You furrowed your eyebrows, scowling. Your slender finger pressed into your plump lips, a gesture made to silence him.
Leaving his position on the bed, he strided over to you. He got onto his knees and gently took ahold of your meandering hands. The callus of his fingers felt textured against your knuckles.
"Why are you ignoring me, babe?"
"I'm not ignoring you," you replied, trying to refocus your attention on your migraine-inducing Calculus textbook. He tried not to flinch at you shutting him out for the nth time this week.
It hurt him whenever you tried drowning him out like he was a petty distraction.
Because he wasn't to be discarded. He was your boyfriend, and he promised to always be there for you, so why wouldn't you just confide in him?
"I called for you three times, Y/n," he stated calmly. Letting go of one of your hands, he gently drew circles on your knee with the pad of his thumb, hoping it'd soothe your nerves. Goosebumps littered your skin at the gesture.
"Can't you see I'm studying, Ren? I can't talk right now." Overstimulated and tired, you weren't in the mood to converse. In fact, you weren't in the mood to do anything. All you wanted to do was collapse onto your sheets and fall into a hundred-year slumber, but unfortunately, finals exist to give you enough of a reality check.
"You are working so hard, so take a break, please," he pleaded yet again.
He'd beg if it meant you'd prioritize your health. He cared more about you than his ego. That's why he always rebounded with a gentle demeanor, even if you were rude and snarky. He knew your brash attitude wasn't your fault. You just didn't function well under stress.
The unfiltered truth was, you weren't used to the princess treatment Eren offered. As a child, you had gotten used to your parents' nagging. Sleepless nights became routine if it meant you'd score straight A's. It had been like this all throughout high school.
Until you met Eren.
He prioritized you first, always, and taught you to do the same. It was sort of... a culture shock to you, a difficult adjustment. You needed time getting accustomed to this novel way of thinking, and luckily Eren was understanding.
Couldn't say your self-sabotage wasn't eating away at him, though.
"And you need to take a break from badgering me. I'm perfectly fine," you snarked. Your eyes broke contact with his, gaze landing once again on the textbook to your left.
Angling your chair, you turned your body away from him, trying to focus on the task at hand. You couldn't bear to look at him because you knew he was right. If you gave in, you would stop studying. If you stopped studying, you'd catastrophically fail, which could not happen.
With a frustrated sigh, Eren swiftly snagged your textbook and threw it behind him. It collided with the mattress with a large 'thud.' You gasped as he grabbed the edge of your chair, turning it towards him.
"You're not getting that textbook until you eat and drink something," he asserted, a layer of seriousness washing over his green eyes.
"What the hell, Eren? Give it back!" You shrieked.
"You heard the conditions."
"Eren, this is serious. I don't have time to play games right now. Please... give it back."
"Who said I'm playing games, Y/n? The only reason I'm doing this is because you're being negligent towards yourself."
"Okay, well that's my problem. Who are you to interfere?" You countered.
"Hey, I'm not trying to be your mom or anything. As your boyfriend, I care about you. It's just a glass of water and a snack, Y/n. Do it for yourself. You deserve a break."
You started panicking. An uneasy feeling sprawled up your stomach as your hands got clammy. "No! You don't understand."
"Then enlighten me, babe. I'm right here."
Rolling your eyes, you stood up from the chair, trying not to cringe at the weird noise emitted from the leather upon loss of contact with your skin. You reached forward to grab your textbook off the mattress, but Eren was faster. He took ahold of your wrist and lowered it.
You grunted in frustration. "I—I need to study, Ren. Badly. My career and future depend on it. These are hard subjects. I need hours and hours of studying to ace these exams. You don't get it."
He doesn't reply, continuing to look at you sternly and not budging. Your nerves were skyrocketing. What was his deal? This wasn't the time to be testing your patience. Plus, if he really cared, he'd understand your desperation.
"Okay, whatever sick fun you're trying to derive out of this isn't cool," you deadpanned.
You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip, but he required little to no effort to keep you at bay, simply planting his feet further into the ground when you tried shoving him. Your e/c-eyed stare pierced him like daggers, but his resolve was impenetrable.
God, what a stubborn fuck.
You continued wriggling and squirming to no avail. Your bottom lip began trembling. Liquid pooled at your lashline, threatening to moisten your cheeks with its salty trail.
You broke.
Sniffling, you shoved him repeatedly in the chest. "I hate you. I hate this. I fucking hate college and hate my parents and hate finals and hate this fucked up system that does nothing but capitalize on our stress and hate motherfucking Calculus and professor Ackerman and—"
Moist lips enclosed your own, trapping them tantalizingly. The kiss was brief and sweet. He used it as a way to tranquilize you, gently trapping both of your wrists with his one hand.
"Shh, just let me take care of you, baby," he rasped as he tenderly interlocked his arms under your legs, lifting and placing you on the bed. The mattress felt soft against your spine.
If pamper had a textbook definition, Eren's face would definitely appear in the margin.
#eren jaeger#eren yeager#eren x reader#aot x reader#aot smut#this is my first fic so i don't rlly expect it to gain that much traction lol but here goes nothing#eren#aot#eren x reader smut#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager x reader#anime x reader#attack on titan#attack on titan fic#attack on titan fics#eren fics#eren x reader fics#eren x reader fic#eren x reader fic recs#eren recs#eren x reader recs#bf! eren x reader#jaeger#yeager#planet of the titans ☄️#the flame; eren#border credit: @plutism
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HIII DID U SEE JENO’s ASH BLOND HAIR AT TDS3 😭😭😭 IM LITERALLY SCREAMING
IDK if you’re still taking requests but can we get a lil scenario for mfal or iye jeno x y/n where he suddenly gets that undercut and ash blonde hairstyle and y/n is so obsessed with it n she gets a lil spicy 🫢🫢
mhm i did. making me feel crazy. and him taking his top off? yeah, fuck. also yes but from now on i’m gonna be focusing on scenarios for in your eyes jeno! it’s my main focus above mfal, hope you understand 🫶 so if you have any more requests then send them over <3
Nayoung’s voice breaks through the hum of the campus afternoon, laced with surprise and a hint of envy. “Who the fuck is that? He looks good.” Her eyes are locked on a figure ahead, captivated by the striking ash blonde hair and the lean build visible even from a distance.
You follow her gaze and instantly recognize the distinctive silhouette. “It’s Jeno,” you gasp, your heart leaping in your chest. He had mentioned a surprise for you, but this was more than you could have anticipated.
With quick steps, you approach him, your eyes drinking in every detail. The new hair color, combined with a stylish undercut, transforms him, adding an edge of sophistication and undeniable allure. He’s surrounded by admiring glances from others, but his attention snaps to you the moment you reach him.
You reach out, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns, and his grin spreads wide across his face the moment he sees you. Without a word, Jeno pulls you into his arms, his embrace enveloping you in the familiar scent and warmth you’ve missed.
“Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble that resonates with affection. His hands slide down to rest on your waist, pulling you closer into his space, into his world.
You respond by sliding your arms around his neck, drawing yourself even nearer. Your fingers find their way through his new ash blonde hair, exploring the soft strands and the sharp lines of his sexy new undercut. The change suits him stunningly, enhancing the strong lines of his jaw and the piercing gaze of his eyes. “You look sexy,” you whisper, breathless not just from the surprise but from the sheer impact of his new style.
Jeno chuckles, his breath fanning over your face. “I only did it because I knew how much you’d love it,” he confesses, his eyes twinkling with mischief and pride.
Your response is a mix of admiration and desire, your voice thickening as you press your body closer to his. “You’re making me very horny.” You stifle a moan. “I find every part of you so hot.”
“Is that so?” he teases, his lips hovering just inches from yours, the electric charge of your proximity igniting a spark that threatens to consume you both. “And what exactly do you find so hot right now?” His question, whispered against your lips, is laden with an invitation.
With a playful smirk, you answer by capturing his lips with yours, kissing him deeply, your hands still tangled in his hair. Jeno responds with equal fervor, his grip tightening as he deepens the kiss, his actions speaking louder than words ever could.
As you both pull away, breathless and flushed, the connection crackles with unrestrained desire and profound affection. “Every part of you,” you breathe out, resting your forehead against his. “But this new look might just be my favorite yet.”
His laughter rings out, pure and delighted, filling the air around you. “Good,” he says, pressing a quick, firm kiss to your lips. “Because I did it for you.”
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mixed!reader
"her" by megan thee stallion. a nice non-people person. gloss and lash extensions are her best friend. rarely has nails professionally done. think before you speak, she won't hesitate to hit you. wears a lot of blue, black, and white paired with pink and green accessories. can speak a little bit of french. "a joint a day keeps the losers at bay". loves watching disney movies and then immediately turning to psychological thriller. works at a hair salon.
w/ matt – he's the only one allowed to call her nicknames. action movies and cuddles every friday. brother definitely threatens him at some point. loves when you hold him and play with his hair. let's you color his tattoos when you're bored. has your boob in his hand basically no matter what, cuddled up on the bed? boob in hand. likes watching you play minecraft, and playing with you, your beds are right next to each other.
w/ chris – watches your psychological thriller movies with you while you lay on his chest. loves calling you ma and mamas. hand in your back pocket when walking. relationship started out as a secret for three months. your little sisters love to tease him about your guy's relationships. best head he's ever gotten. you guys bonded over music taste when you first met.
w/ nate – relationship seems very one sided to the outside world because he gets bro-ed a lot. always taking his snapbacks. fucks you like it's the last time he's ever gonna see you. likes taking your sunglasses. has a chain with your initial around his neck. likes laying on top of you and burying his face in your neck (almost always ends up in a makeout session). purposely buys larger sweaters so you can take them.
fully inspired by loveebot. if anyone is offended by this, just message me and i'll take it down. 🫶 feel free to request !
#christopher sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#nathan doe#nate doe#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#moodboard#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo fluff#matt stuniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo x y/n#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo x y/n#matt sturniolo prompt#chris sturniolo prompt#nathan doe x reader#nate doe fanfic#nate doe smut#nate doe prompt
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Sharing is Caring
˚ʚ3racha x fem!readerɞ˚
ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: After finding what Stray Kids' closest female friend really does with their leader behind closed doors, Jisung and Changbin decide they want in too.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 6.1k
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, slight angst before the first divider? But it gets resolved like immediately, fluff, nicknames used: 'baby girl, bunny, jagi(ya), and baby,' ot8✗reader mentions but smut is written for 3racha✗reader, Changbin has a fat crush on u, Chan✗reader action, Changbin✗reader action, some m✗m action: Chan✗Jisung mentions, fingering, squirting, exhibitionism, rough sex, (1½) pvssy slaps, hair pulling, overstimulation (?), readers a brat for 2 seconds, Channie is referred to as “Daddy” and Changbin as “Sir”, p in v, creampie & no protection (don't be silly wrap ur willy also pee after sex pls), blowjobs, a handjob, I think thats it?
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: an audio I heard a few weeks ago inspired this... I actually have no clue how this came out of that audio but you’re welcome (or I'm sorry)
MDNI!! smut below the cut
DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PSA: Sorry if you find this annoying, but I put so much yapping talking that I was only comfortable posting this with color-coded dialogues: If you hate it let me know so that I don’t do it again, but it kinda worked out so I kept it in instead of adding a million more words for nothing
Chris | Binnie | Hannie | You
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You’re currently sitting in Stray Kids’ studio at the JYP building. Chris sits beside you in the other office chair at the desk, while Changbin and Han sit on the couch. Both staring holes into your heads as yours stare on the floor in embarrassment. They just walked in on you and Chris fucking in the studio, right in the very chair Chris was sitting in.
Speaking of, you see in the corner of your eye as he rubs his hands all over his face in frustration, his ears a very bright red. “Listen.. Normally we wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that in a public setting.. But I didn’t know you two were coming today and we got carried away..”
You glance up to see Changbin frown at the older boy, his eyes full of anger. You look over and check on Jisung, his eyes glossy. You furrow your eyebrows and lift your head fully. “Hannie..” You start, but immediately give up on your sentence when you see Changbin’s eye snap his eyes to you, the anger still prominent.
“Okay well… I don’t think that's the problem here… Do what you want, hyung. It’s your life..” Han starts, staring at you for a moment before continuing with a deep breath. “But you know how both of us feel about her. Hell. How the entire group feels about her. You have to see this from our point of view.”
Chan fixes his posture at the sentence and you look between the boys with pure confusion on your face. “Huh??”
“In my defense, I didn’t know how you guys felt until we were already messing around. We had already agreed on this arrangement months prior to the first person saying anything.”
“Arrangement?” Binnie says with the most attitude you’ve ever seen come out of him.
“We’re not dating.. We’re just…. friends with benefits. Sex with no extra emotional strings attached.” Chan sighs loudly, rubbing the back of his neck and continuing. “In all honesty, me and her talked about including you guys but we were afraid it would ruin things. Ruin the group as a whole.”
You start to feel frustrated, they're talking as if you’re not even in the room and when that's mixed with the ruined orgasm you just had, you can't help but get annoyed. “Hello?? I’m still here by the way. Can one of you tell me what the fuck is going on before I leave.” You narrow your eyes at the three of them and cross your arms. They’re caught off guard at your tone, you’ve never spoken to them in any tone outside of a sugary sweet one with pretty doe eyes. Even Changbin’s demeanor falters before he cracks his own neck. “Bunny. You haven’t noticed anything odd? How Hyunjin paints you every chance he gets? How Yongbok gives you all kinds of sweets and says that he ‘baked too much’? Not even the princess treatment that SEUNGMIN of all people gives you?”
You furrow your eyebrows at him before sputtering out, “W-Well yes, but I thought that was just normal behavior.”
Han lets out a tense laugh at that, when you turn to him he decides to continue for Changbin. “Jagiya, we don’t even do these things with each other… all of us are pretty in love with you. We have been for a long time to be honest. Though.. some of us…” he pauses before stealing a glance at the timid boy beside him. “Some of us fell faster and harder than the others. At the end of the day, you have all 8 of us wrapped around your finger.”
All the attitude and anger in your body is suddenly flushed out, replaced with confusion and surprise, “Wait..” When you think back to what Changbin said, the pieces start to click together. All 3 boys watch your reaction nervously, and Changbin lets out a slight sigh of relief when he sees the gears turning in your head. “She actually had no clue.”
“I tried to not blatantly say anything about it once I found out. But I honestly thought you knew about some of the members, baby girl?”
“I had no clue… I’m so sorry Binnie, Hannie..” You hear Han let out a sigh as your eyes watch Changbin’s, they stare into you less angrily but it makes the hurt more evident. You frown sadly at him and let your head hang, not sure what to do with this situation.
“It’s okay, Jagi. Now that I know you were oblivious about our feelings, I don’t think I’m as upset. More so at Channie-hyung for getting to you before us. But I’ll get over that feeling soon.. I don’t know about him though.”
The man in question’s eyes never leave your form, but he takes Han’s words to heart and takes a few deep breaths. “I don’t know. I’m quite hurt but Han is right. It’s honestly our own faults for not being clear with you.”
His words hang in the air for a while before you fix your posture and look over at Chris, meeting his eyes. He tilts his head at you, but you quickly turn to look between the other boys. “What's going on in your head, pretty?”
“Mm.. Well Channie did already spill the beans on what we spoke about.” You say, looking up at each boy before being met with confusion on each of their pretty faces. You clear your throat before continuing, “About… me being with all of you guys..” You pause once more to gauge their reactions, when you don’t see any negativity you finish your thought: “If you guys are okay with sharing, I don’t think I would mind dating all of you. At the end of the day I have been loyal to you guys anyways... So if everyone is okay with it, it could work.”
Chris’ head snaps to the couch to try and read their expressions. He can see Changbin thinking deeply about it and the faint blush on Han’s cheeks more or less gives him an answer. “Only if you guys are okay with it. I told you already, even before I knew about everybody’s feelings I was easing her into the idea of being with us all, whether that be through dating or her being our mutual friend with benefits.”
Han nods and looks over at Changbin, nervously watching his reaction as he mumbles out an “I’m okay with it.. Only if Changbin-hyung is too.” At the mention of his name, Changbin blinks multiple times to bring himself back down to earth. Once he realizes the outcome of this is in his hands, he gulps and clears his throat. “I… I don’t know..”
“If you need time to think about it, I’ll give you as much time as you need. In the meantime, Chris and I will stop everything we do and we’ll go based on what you guys are okay with.” Changbin furrows his eyebrows and looks at his hyung, who nods in agreement with your promise. “I told you, we spoke about this before. Many times actually. If enough of you weren’t okay with it, we agreed to cut things off completely for the sake of our friendships being more important.”
Changbin slowly nods, “I… I need some time to think about it.” You and Chris nod before meeting each other’s eyes for a moment. “Okay well, we should head home then. The song can wait, we’ve all had a long night.”
Everyone silently agrees and one by one the studio empties. You were the last to leave, but you quickly caught up to Changbin, wanting to have a 1 on 1 chat with him. “Binnie. I really am sorry. If I had known earlier then I wouldn’t have let us do this for so long without involving you guys. I feel horrible.”
He smiles softly at you, placing a hand on your head and massaging your scalp with his fingertips. “I know, Bunny. I’m not really mad anymore, I just don’t know if I can handle sharing you. Jisung and I spoke about it a few times but we thought it wasn’t even on the table.”
You nod and shuffle on your feet. He thinks for a moment before looking at you nervously, “Can you answer a question I have truthfully?” When you nod eagerly he continues, “...If you would date us all, as in all 8 of us.. Could you actually see yourself loving us all equally?”
You bite your lip before laughing nervously, “That’s honestly not even a question to me… I already love you all equally. I wasn’t lying when I said I had been loyal to you guys ‘anyways’. I turned down so many idols and random people on the street because I knew I had you guys. I knew how much I loved you all and I knew wasting time with these people to get over my feelings wouldn’t be worth it. So I sat patiently and waited to see how things would go.”
He lets out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding, letting out a light laugh of relief. “Can I hug you, Bunny?”
“Please.” He smiles and pulls you into his arms, the two of you stay in the embrace until Changbin gets a call from Chan, telling him that the taxi is outside and they’re waiting for him. You say your goodbyes and go your separate ways.
Now we wait..
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A few days pass as normal, and you almost forget about what happened in the studio. When you’re lounging on the couch scrolling through a streaming site, you hear your phone ding a few times and it makes your stomach drop. You drop the remote immediately and in seconds your phone is unlocked with your text messages open.
Your hand slaps over your mouth and you squeal, not being able to contain your excitement, and you spend the next few days excitedly preparing yourself for Friday night.
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When the night comes, you walk into their dorm as if it was any other day. When you meet the eyes of the men sitting at the dining table, you hesitate. All three sets of eyes look up at you, the older boys hold soft smiles while the youngest is biting his lip with red cheeks.
After some time of the awkwardness in the air fading, the four of you talk boundaries. In summary, you all agreed on:
Changbin only wants to fuck you, Chan and Jisung are open to anybody but mainly want you, and you want all 3 of them.
Specific kinks were talked about, but everyone agreed on rougher play for the night, just nothing too extreme yet. Specifically yes to spanks, rough fucking, choking, and hair pulling.
Chris closes it out with a few statements: “If, at any point, you aren’t sure to keep going, we use the traffic light system. Just ask her what her color is and she’ll respond with ‘red’ for stop, ‘yellow’ for slow down, and ‘green’ for keep going. And aftercare is a MUST. You don’t give her aftercare, you don’t get her at all.” When the other men agree, he leads you guys to the dining room where the coffee table is already moved to the side.
Before you know it, you’re sitting on their dorm’s couch, shyly playing with the strings on your sweatpants. All 3 men are standing between you and the tv, thanking every god they know that Hyunjin is out of the country for the week. Chan warily looks over his members faces, looking for any sign of hesitation. Instead he’s met with both basically eye-fucking you and Jisung already hard as a rock through his jeans. He laughs to himself quietly before looking over at you, initially looking for an unsure reaction from you as well. But when he watches your eyes jump between the other 2 and you bite your lip, he takes a breath before speaking.
“Since this would be both of your first times with her, I’ll show you all the good spots and how to play with her properly.” You roll your eyes and frown up at him from your spot on the couch. He gives you an amused smile and you watch from the corner of your eye as Changbin grabs a chair from the dining room, placing it in front of the tv so that it faces the couch. Chris swiftly pulls you to your feet before taking a seat on the chair. He pulls you into his lap and makes you face the other 2 men, who are now seated on the couch patiently waiting for the scene in front of them to unfold.
“You ready, baby?” He asked into your neck, his thick lips already placing wet kisses and his hands already pulling at the elastic of your sweats. You make a scene to hold eye contact with both men on the couch before responding to the one below you, “Yes, Daddy.” When Changbin’s eyes widen before he closes them and lays his head back, you giggle to yourself and move your eyes over to Jisung. You hear him groan and class a hand over his mouth, and when he notices your eyes are staring into his wide boba ones you smile innocently and tilt your head at him.
By the time both men recover, Chris is already pulling your sweatpants and underwear from your ankles, then moving his hands to the base of your crop top. He finally breaks away from your neck to pull it off, unintentionally showing off the red marks all over your neck to the couch. As the shirt gets pulled above your head, you hear a gasp from the couch and Chris’ voice against your ear. “And no bra? Baby.. you’re gonna kill them haha..”
You bite your lip and smile before teasing, “If they let themselves die this easily then you can have me all to yourself again.” You almost miss the way Changbin’s eyes narrow with how focused you are on Jisung’s growing pout. You hear Jisung let out a “Hey..” before you laugh and stick your tongue out at both boys. Immediately after, you feel your legs get hooked over Chris’ wide stance.
He teases you by softly rubbing his hands against your inner thighs, nipping at your neck and ear as he does so. His left hand slowly trails up your stomach until he meets your chest and starts toying with your nipples. The hand still on your thigh trails up higher and higher until you feel him spreading your folds with his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to slide against your clit and down to your hole. You slump against him when you feel him slide two fingers in you, his thumb replacing his middle finger on your clit. You faintly hear Chris say something to the other boys about where they should try to angle their fingers. When he angles his hands the way he describes, it rips a desperate moan from your throat and your legs tighten against his.
Both boys on the couch adjust themselves in their pants at the sight of you spread so widely in front of them, Han nodding enthusiastically with each sentence that comes out of Chris’ mouth. With the fast pace his fingers set, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build up.
You feel yourself getting close and Chris catches on very fast. He pulls his fingers away and lands a smack to your inner thigh before grabbing your chin and raising an eyebrow at you. “Did I say you could come yet? You didn’t even ask permission.” You almost miss Jisung’s moan at the action, but quickly respond with a, “N-No, Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy.”
He tsks at you before softly running his hands along your thighs again, “Just because I’m showing the boys how to play with you doesn’t mean that our rules aren’t in place. Don’t be a bad girl and make me punish you in front of them already.”
“Yes, Daddy” you whine out as you nod feverishly, your orgasm fading away slowly. He hums before returning his hand to your cunt, playing with your folds as he gets lost in thought for a moment. You sigh and lean your head into his neck once releases your chin.
You almost say something about the lack of stimulation when Chris suddenly pushes you on your feet, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he quickly stands. He sits you on the chair but pulls you down so your ass is hanging off the chair, legs folded into each other as he puts you on display towards the couch. You feel butterflies in your stomach, remembering just exactly what Chris made you do the last time you both were in this position.
You shiver as his fingers softly caress your folds, he looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Once he realizes that you knew what his plans were, he bites his lip and smirks down at you. When your lips open to say something, he suddenly returns the 2 fingers inside your hole to prevent words from forming. You guys hold eye contact for a moment, but once his fingers dig into your gummy spot roughly, your mouth opens in a gasp and your eyebrows raise. Your eyes threaten to close as you watch him meanly mimic your facial expression and rub against the spot harder.
Your legs already start to shake and you throw your head back against the chair with a whimper, closing your eyes when the stimulation is a little too much. A firm grip in your hair pulls your face to meet his, he places a gentle kiss to your lips before adding a third finger. He ruts them into your soppy cunt over and over again until you hear him laugh when your eyes slam shut again. You’re sure both boys can hear the wet noises coming from between your legs. You wish you could see their faces, but at this point you figure Chris is trying to put on a show for them so you don’t complain.
“F-Fuck!!! Daddyyy!! I-I can’t..” You cry out, one of your hands meets his and your nails dig into his wrist as your thighs clamp shut. He pulls his fingers out and pins both your hands against the top of the chair with his spare hand. He lands a slap on your cunt and doesn’t give you time to react before he slams three fingers back in and resumes his bullying pace.
He coos at you, pressing a kiss into your calf, “You can, baby girl…” He pauses before positioning his hand so that his palm could bully against your clit with the thrusts. His tone is much darker when he continues, “I won’t stop until you do. So you better give them a pretty view, yea?” You gush more around his fingers as and when you clench harshly, he leans down to push his lips against yours.
At this point, Han has caught on to what Chris is trying to do, and he finally can’t stand the tightness in his jeans so he removes them. He quickly pushes his boxers down and can’t stop himself from fisting his cock at the sight of your cunt and ass on display for them, your wet cunt dripping down your ass as Chris continues his pace. Changbin on the other hand, isn’t fully sure what is going on. But that doesn’t stop him from palming his bulge, biting into the pointer finger on his other hand to keep quiet.
The sounds coming from you somehow get louder and you pant into Chris’ mouth, moaning against his lips as you feel the knot snap in your stomach. Suddenly you squirt all over his arm, squealing into the kiss as Chris rides your high. He fingers into you roughly before giving you a second to squirt more, then forcing more out of you. He repeats this until you pull away from his lips and gasp desperately for air, and he finally slows his hand to almost a complete stop, letting you breathe. He softly slaps your cunt as he pulls away from you fully to admire the mess you made.
“I told you, baby girl.” He laughs, ghosting his hand over your inner thigh as he watches you glisten. He pulls away from you completely, pulling his shirt off in one go and using it to wipe your thighs down and throwing it onto the puddle you made on the floor. He pulls you back to your feet, and holds you up with both hands as your legs shake aggressively, before sitting back down and resuming the earlier position: you on his lap.
He showers your neck and your cheek in kisses as your legs stay glued shut, his thighs making sure of that as they stay against yours. One of his hands holds you against him while the other caresses your hip affectionately. He knows you’re not in this plane of existence from how quiet you are, so he tries his best to ground you with as much physical touch that he can offer.
After a short while, your soul finally returns to your body. You mumble something incoherent and he takes that as a sign that you’re still there. He giggles into your neck, trailing his kisses down to your shoulder. You feel his arms tighten around you before he’s whispering against your skin, “You alright, baby? What’s your color?”
You sigh into his hold and whisper back a “Yellow.. Just give me a minute.”
Once you deem yourself ready, you let him know. He reluctantly loosens his hold on you and clears his throat, placing a final kiss on your shoulder before looking up. “Now that she’s ready for you both.. who wants to play first?” Chris asks as he eyes dart between the boys you completely forgot about. The two in question glance at each other quickly before wordlessly deciding to keep quiet and let Chris choose. Chris nods in understanding before glancing over at the youngest and watching the way he’s slowly fisting his cock as he waits for the next move. Chris very quickly thinks back to the boundaries everybody set earlier and he smirks against your shoulder. He whispers something in your ear, just low enough so neither of the other men can hear it.
But when you smile and slide off Chris' lap, softly crawling towards Changbin on all fours, both boys on the couch suddenly fix their posture. Han almost whines at the thought of Changbin getting you first until he watches the oldest stand up and saunteer towards him. He gulps and looks up at the man, biting his lip when Chris leans down and grabs his chin to hold eye contact. “You still okay with us playing a little bit, Hannie?” Not fully trusting his voice, Jisung nods eagerly and allows Chris to take control, "Please..."
While the two boys to your right get lost in each other, you sit at Changbin’s feet and look up at him with puppy dog eyes. You even go as far as to tilt your head and rest your cheek against his knee. “Hi Binnie~” You whisper out, “Can you play with me? Pleasee?”
He curses under his breath and nods, “Y-Yeah.. Yeah we can play, Bunny.” You smile in response and bite your lip, undoing his jeans before pulling them off his legs. He pulls his shirt off as you leave soft kisses up his thighs. He shudders the closer to his crotch that you get, and breathes harshly when you place a kiss to his dick through his boxers. He sighs when you back away and pull his underwear down just enough so that his dick slaps against his tummy. You pause for a second to admire his width. He’s so hard and his tip has a mean red tint; you’re almost afraid of taking him.
Suddenly the man above you laughs and pulls you up onto his lap, letting his dick rest between you two. He quickly pulls you into a kiss, running his hands up and down your sides softly. Your own hands are running up and down his biceps and squeezing, finally relishing in the feeling of his muscles against your hands. When a hand of his slides down to your ass to squeeze, you smile into the kiss and angle your head so that you are making out even deeper. It’s very short lived however, because the hand that was squeezing your ass pulls back and lands a slap to your cheek.
You jump in against him and pull away from his lips, frowning at him. He laughs at you before landing another to your other cheek. “Those are for the little comment you made earlier about Chan getting you to himself after this.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest and snapping back, “Well soooomebody doesn’t know how to take a joke.” Changbin’s mouth opens slightly and his eyes narrow dangerously at you. If it wasn’t for the fire in your abdomen that grew from his stare, you would have been terrified and apologized right away.
You quickly think that should have been the case when a hand shoots forward and clamps around your neck, squeezing tightly right off the bat. You let out a gargled noise as his other hand lands 2 harsh slaps to your ass cheeks, massaging against them right after. “I’m sorry... What was that?”
Jisung and Chris pull a few inches away from each other at the sound. Jisung’s hips buck up into Chris’ hand and he lets out a pathetic whine at the sight of your ass cheeks already turning a darker red. The man above him lets out an exasperated laugh before saying “Oh yeah, I should’ve warned you two that she can be a stupid brat sometimes. I would say I’d teach you how to deal with it, but it seems like you got it under control already. You know what to do, baby. Be a good girl for Binnie, or else I'll handle you myself.” Changbin steals a confused glance at his hyung before returning his gaze to you, loosening his grip on your neck to give you more breathing room. He watches your eyes meet Chan's and you gulp deeply before wresting your hands on his chest.
“‘M sorry Binnie. I’ll be good now I promise.” His hand loosens the grip on your neck you all the way at your puppy dog eyes stare into his, but they stay resting against your throat as Chris speaks up again. “Not ‘Binnie’ baby.” Your eyes meet Chris’ again and he smiles at you teasingly, his hands still stroking Jisung at a slow pace that has the boy whining into his hand. You bite your lip at the sight of Jisung looking fucked out already and turn back to Changbin and retry, “I’m sorry sir. I’ll behave now.” You watch Changbin swallow thickly before leaning his head sideways and letting out a curse.
“Atta girl, baby.” Chris says, before turning back to the squirming boy below him.
Changbin quickly mutters an ‘Up’ before you climb out of his lap to stand in front of him. He quickly swaps spots with you, making you sit on the couch as he stands above you, kneeling against the cough to ground himself. He strokes himself a few times, not bothering to prepare you any more than Chan did already. He pulls your legs up and holds them near your chest, and then he finally sinks himself into you. He keeps his eyes on your face the whole time, mainly watching for possible comfort changes in your expression. But when your jaw drops at the stretch and you take over his hold on your legs, he can’t help himself from staring for other reasons. While you’re busy hugging your legs into yourself, he trails a hand to your mouth and positions his thumb to press down on your tongue. With every inch of his duck entering you, you swear you lose another piece of your mind. And after what feels like forever, his hips finally meet the backs of your thighs
He lets out a shaky sigh and lightly thrusts into you, testing the waters before pulling out farther and setting a calm pace. For a while, he softly thrusts into you, just savoring the feeling and sight of your tight cunt around his dick. It’s not until you let out a whine that his eyes return to your face. His hips stutter and he watches in awe as he pulls his thumb from your drooly mouth. While that thumb moves down to draw circles onto your clit, you look up at him pleadingly before begging so sweetly. “Please, Sir. Please I promised I’d be good. Just fuck me hard, please please please.”
From the other side of the couch, Chris’ ears perk up at the sound of your begging. He chuckles breathlessly and it takes everything in him to keep his eyes on the pretty boy who’s on his knees below him. “F-Fuck. Bin I usually have to overstimulate her for her to beg like that. You must’ve fucked her stupid already.”
Changbin’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sentence and he starts up a rough pace, pounding into you fast before responding, “Y-Yeah? You think so?”
You throw your head into the couch at the new rhythm, nails digging into your legs at the stimulation. After squirting like that earlier, you’re not sure you can last very long and that’s made even more true by the sloppy presses you feel on your clit. Not long after this pace was set, you feel yourself rapidly approaching your high.
You manage out a: “Binnie- S-Sir, can I cum please.. I want you to cum inside… I’ve b-been good, right?” and he groans in response, nodding his head and leaning into you, his fingers never leaving your cunt and his pace never faltering. “Yeah, baby. Don’t worry, Binnie’s got you.” His body weight on your legs gives you an uncomfortable stretch, but when his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, you can’t find it in you to complain. Almost immediately after that, his spare hand leaves a slap to your ass, and you cum on impact. Your lips detach from his as you let out desperate wails, trying to take deep breaths while he slows his pace to make slower but deeper thrusts into you. His gaze meets your teary eyes before he dips to your neck, biting and sucking marks onto the skin. He follows suit not long after, groaning and biting harder subconsciously as he rides out his high.
You lay against each other, catching your breaths before you let out a pained whine. “Binnieee… my legs..” His mind is still foggy from that strong of an orgasm, so it takes him a second to pull away. Once he does, he softly rests your legs against the couch and massages the muscles, already knowing which ones would be hurting. He watches your mixtures of cum ooze out of your cunt, and onto the couch. He would normally freak out at such a viscous substance getting the couch dirty, but his zips his mouth shut and watches in awe for a moment. You don’t fully notice when he walks away due to getting distracted by the other end of the couch.
Chris let out a few gasps that turn to groans, signaling that he’s dangerously close. You quickly turn your head to watch as Jisung deep throats him all the way, even gagging a few times. You whine out something along the lines of, “That’s so hot..” but it meets none of their ears as Jisung’s nails rake down Chris’ thighs, his hips buckling as he cums hard. He throws his head back and holds a firm grip on Jisung’s permed hair as he thrusts softly into his mouth, quickly angling his head back towards the boy to watch him swallow around his length. Slowly the grip on the younger’s hair loosens, and you and Chris watch the boy on the floor with lidded eyes. Jisung hollows his cheeks and slowly pulls off the eldest’s dick, he matches the older’s gaze and shows off the contents on his tongue before making a show of swallowing it, showing his empty tongue after. Chris throws a hand over his eyes and whines, resting his head against the back cushion as you sit there and laugh. You and Jisung meet each other’s eyes before you wink at the boy, blowing him a kiss with a fucked out smile on your face.
By now Changbin is returning to the living room with a warm cloth, wiping you down gently before throwing it onto the pile of your clothes. Chris disappears to his room to grab shirts of his for you and Jisung while Changbin throws the scattered clothes of yours into his own hamper, and Jisung’s into his hamper. While the two eldest members run around cleaning, and preparing blankets and snacks for a cuddle session, you and Jisung embrace each other on the couch. You rest your head against his shoulder as your breaths even out. You could fall asleep at this point, but you’re quickly distracted by the boy’s bulge in his underwear.
“Hannie… you’re still hard?” You laugh. His cheeks and ears turn red before he laughs too. “Yeah… I came in the beginning, but watching you and Changbin-hyung while watching Channie-hyung come undone got me hard again. It was all just too hot..” You laugh into his shoulder but trail one of your hands to the bulge, trailing a featherlight touch that has the boy’s thighs clamping together. “Can I help you then, Hannie? Me and you didn’t get to play. I can’t go another round but I’ll happily suck you off.”
You hear a shaky breath as his hips buck against your hand. “Fuck,, Yes please, baby.” Giggling, you drop down to your knees for a 2nd time tonight, pulling his boxers down just enough to free his cock. You take it in your hands and pump it, placing teasing kisses up and down his shaft. You smirk against him when you feel his hand slip into your hair, grabbing a tight but not painful grip as a warning to stop teasing. You hum and lick a long stripe until you reach his tip, placing a final kiss there before you take him all the way to the hilt. The grip in your hair tightens as you hum and hold your spot against his pubic bone, some of the hair there tickling your nose. You hollow your cheeks and swallow around him a few times before pulling away, stroking him while you rasp out, “You wanna fuck my mouth baby?"
You swear his eyes sparkle as he nods enthusiastically. His hands quickly move to rest against the back of your head, “Hit my thigh a few times if you need a break, ok?” You nod and smile up at him, happy that he still genuinely cares about your well being. Your smile fades as he moves your head against him, slowly fucking your mouth against his dick as he lets out a sigh. You hollow out your cheeks and feel the grip on your head get harder. He starts fucking himself into your throat, using all his will power to not do it as rough as he wanted to, ‘We can save that for another day’ he argues to himself. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his high, his thighs shaking as memories of what happened less than 10 minutes ago resurface to his mind.
He goes to pull you away as he cums, but you swat his hands away and take matters into your own hands, literally. One of your hands trails up his stomach, your nails ghosting around his chest as your other hand reaches up to fondle his balls. It’s all so sudden and he chokes on his own drool when he tries to warn you that he’s cumming, but regardless you swallow every last drop. Once his hips relax back into the couch, you pull back so that only the tip is in your mouth, sucking hard to get every last drop and he lets out the whiniest cry you’ve ever heard.
As the older boys return with blankets and snacks, you and Jisung pull away from each other. Eventually everybody is settled and a movie is chosen, the four of you cuddle up to each other and relax. Han is laying with his head against your chest when he suddenly lets out a laugh that startles your sleepy form. The three of you look down at him with different confused expressions before he chuckles to himself again.
“The others are missing out sooo bad.”
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POV: You are Sukuna's Vessel 7
Warnings- mentions of violence, blood, comfort, alcohol usage, gojo x reader, sukuna x reader, smut, non con, yaoi maybe? Read it to find out
wc- 7k
Note- This one concludes the series, and I promise you will find it enjoyable despite its length. I put a lot of effort into making this as interesting as I could. There will be a truly surprising end. I hope it pleases everyone. Love you all for the support and motivation <3
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The morning comes, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna's voice interrupts your dream: "Tsk, wake up and eat something." Unresponsive, you slobber on your pillow, lost in your dreams. Sukuna, frustrated, regains control and drags you out of bed.
He mutters, "Won't let you waste away." Despite his dislike for human food, he rummages through the empty refrigerator, discovering nothing edible. He lets out a sigh and reluctantly decides to address the lack of food. Though unenthusiastic, he recalls watching cookery demonstrations. He gathers supplies and begins preparing a breakfast for your body.
His voice mumbles, "If I mess up, it's your fault for sleeping." Time passes as his dexterous hands labour silently. You are blissfully unconscious, immersed in sleep.
His tone sneers, "Not bad for a first try." Despite his efforts to conceal it, delight flickers in his voice. He devours the entire platter in one go. Even though he despises human food, he guarantees that your survival comes first.
He lays back down, his gaze lands on a nearby smut book. Curiosity strikes, and he picks it up, flipping through pages filled with unfamiliar characters. "What the hell is this?" he asks, voice curious. Ignoring your sleep, he reads aloud, "Hmm... interesting." Though boredom threatens to set in, he perseveres, his eyes tracking each lewd word. A burst of laughter escapes him. His voice chuckles, "These humans are strange, why do you read these vessel?" Finished with the book, he tosses it aside, yawning widely.
Sukuna leaves your room and wanders out into the early dawn. He is aware of his surroundings and cautiously navigates the streets. He moves around without incident, avoiding Gojo and the others. His voice murmurs, "How dull... nothing exciting." Disdain seeps from his words, as his gaze scans the regular people. Despite his animosity, he knows better than to expose his true character. His voice snarls, "Fuck, I want to create damage, but this bitch is going to kill herself again. "What a pain in the ass!"
Despite his dislike, he observes the humans and finds their ordinary existence unpleasant. His steps carry him forward, the cityscape dissolving in the background. His voice dismisses, "Nothing worthwhile here." In quest of excitement, he wanders aimlessly, feeling frustrated.
Sukuna turns back and heads home, concern gnawing at him. Your impending awakening looms ahead, threatening exposure. Something emerges in his head that threatens to ruin his fun. He evaluates the implications, evaluating the risks against the potential advantages.
His voice mutters, "Too risky, gotta go." With fresh urgency, he retraces his travels in the hopes of returning to your room. Sukuna will never try to take over your body without your permission, even if he could. He prefers to use bodies when there are no constraints.
Sukuna approaches your door and grapples with the knob, his heart thumping. A startling presence halts his actions, as Megumi walks approaches him.
"Shit..", Sukuna exclaims relinquishing control over your body.
Your body collapses on the doorstep on lack of control. Megumi reacts swiftly, running to you and catching you in mid-fall. Concealing surprise, he carries you to Shoko's room.
"I saw her fidgeting with the door knob, but as soon as she saw me, she fell unconscious.. That's so odd" Megumi exclaims, concern coloring his voice.
Shoko greets him instantly, her calm demeanor intact. She examines you, offering soothing words. "It seems like she's just exhausted," she assures, her soft voice comforting.
Megumi nods. Later, he expresses his alarm to Gojo and the others, explaining your strange behaviour. Their suspicions grow, prompted by recent events.
Gojo furrows his brow and listens intently, "Something's off, we need to investigate."
The group agrees, formulating a plan.
Groggily, you awaken to find your hand buried within your tee.. resting on your bare chest. Confusion washes over you as you take in the sight before you.
Your hand is wrapped around your breast. But it's not just your hand - Sukuna's mouth has taken shape, his lips forming a perfect seal around your nipple. His tongue teases and licks your sensitive skin, sending shivers coursing through your veins.
Your eyes widen in shock as you stare at the sight before you, your mind racing to comprehend what's going on.
"You perv!", you yell softly.
You try to wrench your hand away from your breast, but Sukuna's mouth remains steadfastly attached to your nipple. The effort causes your nipple to tug and stretch, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your system. "Aaah!" you cry out, wincing at the sudden sensation.
Your attempts to pull away only seem to tighten Sukuna's grip on your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.
"Mmmph..." he murmurs, his voice muffled by the suction. His eyes gleam with amusement, clearly delighted by your struggle.
You glare at him, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Let go!"
Sukuna's smile widens, his tongue darting out to tease your nipple once more.
Your eyes roll heavenward in exasperation. "This is ridiculous."
Sukuna laughs, his voice filling mind, "Feeling aroused? Don't forget, you're the one who put your hands inside your tee-shirt in the first place," he says, his voice laced with amusement.
His words hang in the air, a reminder of your own actions. You feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you try to recall the moment but cannot, your mind reeling with confusion.
"Shut up! I-it was by mistake.. probably," you hiss, trying to hide your embarrassment.
His tongue on your hand lingering on your nipple before releasing it. "You're the one who's perverted, not me!" you argue, your voice rising in anger.
Sukuna smirks, unfazed by your ire. "Oh, come on. We both know you enjoy these."
The two of you continue to bicker, neither one giving in. Just as things are starting to escalate, the door bursts open and Gojo strides in.
"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" he asks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the situation.
Both you and Sukuna fall silent, caught off guard by Gojo's sudden arrival.
"Oh- sensei.. I was just telling myself off."
Gojo raises an eyebrow, scrutinizing the scene in front of him. He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You know, Y/N," he begins, "I have some work that can only be done by you."
You glance at him questioningly, curiosity piqued.
Gojo continues, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Can you buy some mochi and bring them to my room tonight? I will be busy the whole day, at night I might crave some kikufukus" he requests, proffering his card.
Confused, you accept the offer, nodding in agreement. Sukuna protests in your mind, but you choose to ignore him. This request might be strange, but you want to make amends with Gojo.
"Sure thing," you reply, taking his card.
Gojo smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it."
As he leaves, you can't help but feel a mix of confusion and uncertainness. You're determined to make things right.
Gojo's smile lingers, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he departs. It's almost as if he's leaving a challenge behind.
Sukuna's mouth appears on your cheek, scolding you. "Are you serious? You're going to buy him mochi and take them to his room at night?" His words sting, revealing his jealous undertones. "You won't go. That old man is up to something."
You consider his words, uncertainty creeping in. However, you decide to trust Gojo, despite his enigmatic behavior. "I know him," you assure him. "He is not like that."
Sukuna growls, his displeasure clear, but you brush aside his protestations.
In the evening, you purchase mochi and start munching on them as you walk. "Gojo wouldn't mind if I ate some of them right?" you ask, playfully.
Sukuna is still seething, his voice tinged with annoyance. "You're being a servant for him," he snaps. "I can't believe he's so ridiculous. I'm getting a bad vibe from this."
You chuckle, teasing him. "Is it because you're jealous, huh? Finally, you care about me?"
Sukuna's laughter rings in your mind. "No, brat. Just because you're my vessel doesn't mean you're mine to protect."
His words are a mix of annoyance and... maybe a hint of affection and possessiveness? You can't quite tell.
Despite his protestations, you continue to enjoy your mochi, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
"Well, Gojo sensei.. Is not bad at all," you retort, defending Gojo.
Sukuna snorts, but falls silent. You continue your journey, the evening air cool against your skin.
Suddenly, Sukuna pipes up, his voice teasing, "Do you have a crush on him?"
You freeze, your face heating up at the suggestion. "No way," you mutter, trying to shrug off the thought.
But he persists, his tone mocking. "Oh, come on, Y/N. You're blushing like mad," he teases.
You try to ignore him, but his words linger, sparking a sense of unease within you. "No, it's just the cold," you mumble, wrapping your jacket tighter around you.
Sukuna chuckles, his voice echoing in your mind. "Sure, sure."
Your heart races, the conversation leaving you flustered. "Anyway, let's focus on delivering the mochi," you say, trying to change the subject.
Despite your insistence, the doubt lingers. Do you really like Gojo? You can't shake the feeling that there's something more to this situation.
As you approach Jujutsu High Tech, something stops you in your tracks. You feel a barrier, an invisible wall preventing you from walking forward.
"What...?" You mutter, confusion on your face.
Sukuna hums, his voice filled with amusement. "Looks like we have a special grade on our hands."
Your heart races as you brace for what's coming. This isn't just any ordinary barrier. The weight of the situation sinks in, leaving you feeling both excited and terrified.
With a deep breath, you prepare for the fight ahead. You kick the veil, but it doesn't budge.
"Ugh, fine," you grumble, drawing your cursed energy. "We'll show this thing who's boss."
From the darkness emerges a menacing figure. A special grade curse, shaped like a volcano - Mount Fuji itself. Its black teeth glisten, its skin a pale gray. Atop its head, the volcanic opening fades into a brown hue. A single cycloptic eye gazes at you, sending shivers down your spine. Your eye twitches at the sight.
"He's a strong one, brat," Sukuna warns. "Don't die."
Your heart races as you face this formidable enemy. You brace yourself, preparing for the battle that lies ahead. With a deep breath, you summon your cursed energy, readying for combat. The air crackles with tension, the impending battle hanging heavy in the atmosphere.
You nod, determination etched on your face, "I won't," you vow, your eyes locked on the towering curse before you.
Taking a step forward, you speak, your voice steadfast, "Who are you?" you demand. "And why did you put up this veil?"
The mountain-shaped curse responds, its voice rumbling, "I am Jogo," it declares. "And.. you are the vessel of King of curses?", his black teeth baring at you.
Your heart hammers in your chest. This Jogo seems to know about Sukuna.
You retort defiantly. "What does that have to do with you?"
Jogo's response sends a chill down your spine. "I have a good gift for him," he rumbles.
Your eyes widen, Sukuna in your mind forces you to ask what he has for him. "What is it?" you manage to choke out.
Jogo's voice, deep and resonating, echoes through the air. "A surprise," he teases. "But I'm sure he'll love it."
Your heart races with anticipation and fear. What could this mysterious gift be?
You gulp, the reality of the situation sinking in. This curse is far stronger than anything you've faced. But you know you must defeat him to move past the veil.
You brace yourself, your cursed energy surging.
You struggle to keep up with Jogo's relentless attacks. Despite your best efforts, he effortlessly deflects each one of your moves. His flames scorch your skin, leaving you gasping for breath.
"Defend, brat" Sukuna's voice rumbles in your mind.
You struggle, but he's too strong. The flames burn relentlessly, leaving you gasping for breath.
"Sukuna, help me," you whisper.
Sukuna's voice rings in your mind again, his excitement palpable. "I refuse," he commands. "Seeing you suffer is quite enjoyable."
You can't help but feel a pang of betrayal. Despite his words, you can't give up. With a deep breath, you summon all your strength. "Alright, Sukuna," you mutter through gritted teeth. "I thought you cared for your vessel."
You throw yourself into the fight, every attack more desperate than the last.
Jogo's flames engulf you, his attacks overwhelming. With a final blast, you collapse, your body burning and unconscious.
"You're a pathetic vessel," Sukuna sneers. "Always getting unconscious."
As you lie there, battered and broken, you can't help but wonder if this is the end. The pain is excruciating.
Jogo looms over you, his gaze piercing. He senses Sukuna within you, his interest piqued. "This is for you, Sukuna," he growls, feeding you ten of his fingers.
Your body recoils at the sensation, the power coursing through you. Suddenly, your skin shifts, Sukuna's markings emerging. New eyes form on your cheek, matching those of the cursed king. Your body healing in an instant. Brown scars disappearing, replaced with Sukuna's black marks.
Your body reacts to Sukuna's power surging, the changes overwhelming. Sukuna seizes control, his voice cold and commanding, "You have one second... Move away," he warns.
Jogo retreats hastily. T-this is Sukuna.. A formidable power different to Gojo Satoru.. An overwhelming evil!!, his mind wonders
"You lift your head too high," Sukuna's voice threatening.
Jogo quickly drops to one knee while carefully attempting to avoid enraging Sukuna.
"Do you think kneeling on one knee is enough?" Sukuna sneers. With a thunderous boom, he blasts Jogo's head, leaving him both shocked and scared .
Sukuna's voice cuts through the air, commanding, "Go away," he orders. "I don't want to deal with you now."
Jogo hesitates, then leaves. The veil retreating. His respect for Sukuna apparent.
Sukuna's voice echoes again, "Wake up, brat," he orders. "He's gone now."
INSIDE YOUR BODY, You find yourself in a strange yet familiar place, seated on a grandiose skull-throne with Sukuna. His hand caresses your hair gently.
"You awake?" he inquires softly, his voice rich with power.
Your heart pounds at the closeness. His touch sends shivers down your spine. You swallow hard, feeling a rush of emotions. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice hoarse. Your body reacts, the closeness stirring something deep within you.
"We have to give that old man his mochis," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.
You nod, your heart pounding. The way he looks at you hints at something else entirely.
His gaze lingers on your face for a moment, before a smile plasters his face. "Brat.. You are so stupid.. How can you love a curse like me?," he speaks, his voice low and sultry.
Your eyes widen as you remember, he can read through your emotions, you gulp. "N-no.. I don't love you.. Y-you are lying."
Sukuna laughs, "You are terrible at lying, Y/N", he lifts your chin making you look into his eyes.
He leans, his lips crash onto yours, the kiss sudden and intense.. His tongue probes your mouth, demanding entry. You're caught off guard, your mind reeling. This kiss is unlike anything you've experienced before.
Your body reacts without your permission, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The taste of him is intoxicating, the passion undeniable.
"Sukuna," you whisper, your voice barely audible.
He pulls back slightly, his gaze piercing. "I'm here," he promises, his voice a whisper. "And I'm not going anywhere."
The intensity of the kiss leaves you breathless. The revelation, confusing and overwhelming. You can't deny the connection between you and Sukuna. But what does it mean?
You look into his eyes, searching for an answer, your heart pounding in your chest.
"I love you too," he murmurs, pulling away slightly. His confession is soft against your lips.
You stare at him, disbelief flooding you. "Can a curse fall in love too?," your eyes tearing, emotions overflowing though you..
His eyes lock onto yours, his expression serious. "I am a curse," he admits. "But that doesn't change how I feel."
Your heart races, his confession sending waves of emotion through you. Sukuna's lips meet yours once again, his kiss tender and full of longing. His confession hangs in the air, the weight of it bearing down on you.
You pull away, your gaze locked on his. "But... how can we be together?"
He smirks, his eyes gleaming. "Why not?" he challenges. "Love knows no bounds."
The gravity of the situation hits you like a freight train. You can feel the connection between you and Sukuna, the undeniable pull.
Your eyes open. You awaken, disoriented and dazed. The veil gone, you're relieved but confused. You sit up, looking around, and spot the bag of mochi on the ground. Crumbs scattered everywhere.
"Dammit," you curse under your breath. You had been so excited to present these to Gojo.
You quickly check the time. It's late, likely too late to return to the store. You could go back tomorrow, but what if they were already closed?
You frown, your heart heavy. The day had taken its toll on you. And now this. Your thoughts wander to Sukuna, your heart racing. The kiss still fresh in your mind. What did that mean? So many questions, so few answers. You sigh, your mind whirling.
You look up towards the sky, hoping for some guidance. The clouds above seem to mock you, offering nothing. You shake your head, determination setting in.
"I will just go to sensei and appologize to him," you mutter to yourself, "What will he think.. I can't even do an easy thing right"
You make your way to Gojo's, his door already wide open. You catch a glimpse of him exiting the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
He greets you with a warm smile.
"I didn't get the mochi," you blurt out, your cheeks flushing.
Gojo chuckles, his eyes twinkling. "Okay," he says, his tone understanding.
The day weighed heavily on you, your thoughts a jumbled mess. You look into Gojo's eyes, seeking some comfort. He offers you an understanding look. "I should go now" you whisper, your voice barely audible, turning on your heels to leave.
Gojo moves swiftly, blocking your exit. His gaze soft, concerned. "Wait, where are you going?" he asks, his tone gentle. "I have some wine; do you want to have some?"
You hesitate. You wait for Sukuna's approval, but his voice is silent. You take a chance, your heart heavy. "Sure," you respond, your voice quiet.
Gojo leads you to his bedroom, pouring you a glass of wine. The room dimly lit, cozy. You settle onto his bed, taking a sip from the offered glass. The warmth spreading through you, the alcohol loosening your thoughts.
You glance at Gojo, his eyes studying you. The silence uncomfortable, the tension dissipating. You try not to look at him, but everything about him appears alluring—his toned body, the water droplets cascading down his hair.
"You know, it's alright to make mistakes," he offers, his voice reassuring. "It's how we learn and grow."
You nod, your thoughts straying, Is he hinting at something?
"How was your day?", Gojo speaks again.
You ponder as Gojo inquires about your day, his eyes intent. You ramble, your words slurring. "Was a day... lots of things happened," you slur, the alcohol numbing your senses.
Gojo chuckles, his eyes gleaming. "Seems like it," he remarks, refilling your glass, he genuinely seems interested in your experiences. You both keep talking, the alcohol takes effect, your thoughts growing hazy. Gojo continues to listen to you; he anticipates hearing something out of the ordinary from you, but you skip that section
You continue to drink, the warmth of the liquid spreading through your body. The room spins gently, the edges of your vision blurring.
When you're sufficiently tipsy, Gojo leans in, his voice low and concerned. "Hey Y/N.. Do you know anything about Sukuna?" he asks, his gaze steady.
Your heart races, the question catching you off guard. You stutter, trying to form words. "I-I don't kn-know," you stammer, your eyes widening, your voice quaking..
Gojo nodds solemnly, his expression serious. "You sure? you don't need to hide anything from me you know..", he assures you.
"I-I love him", you confess.
Gojo's face contorts, confusion flickering across his features. He doesn't push, opting not to pursue the topic further. You're not sure how much later, Gojo pounces, pinning you to the bed. His gaze intense, he asks,
"Do you love him more than me?" he queries, his tone low, his gaze searching.
You doubt yourself, and you consistently omit the section addressing your emotions. However, you are truly stuck right now. You always respected Gojo as a teacher, so you never saw him in that perspective. But every time the subject of Gojo comes up, something within of you flares up. You remember how you blushed furiously when Sukuna questioned if you were crushing on Gojo. Perhaps you have genuine feelings for him. However, what about Sukuna? He is the only one your soul desires. However, your thoughts. It craves Gojo. You can't decide between them.
You freeze, his question hanging heavy in the air. Your mind whirs, your thoughts muddled. "s-senseii..," you mumble, your words slurred. Your mind reels, the realization hitting you like a freight train. The alcohol clouding your judgment, your emotions swirling.
What are you feeling? Gojo? Sukuna? Your mind races, your heart pounding in your chest. Your thoughts a jumbled mess.
Gojo's eyes search yours, his face etched with concern. "It's alright," he soothes, his fingers gently brushing your cheek.
"You don't have to answer now," he whispers, his voice gentle, his touch tender. "Let me show you how much better I am than him."
His touch sends shivers down your spine, your heart racing. You stare into his eyes, your emotions overwhelming. His care, his concern, the weight of it all bearing down on you.
You lean into his touch, seeking his warmth, his comfort. Your heart aches, your thoughts a whirlwind. As his fingers trace your face, you can't help but question your feelings.
Who do you love more? Gojo or Sukuna?
Gojo's lips meet yours, his kiss gentle yet insistent. His touch, however, is insistent, as his fingers navigate inside your shirt, kneading your breasts. You gasp softly, your mind reeling from the sudden sensation. His touch is tender, yet firm, igniting a fire within you.
You moan softly, the sound muffled by Gojo's lips. His kisses become more fervent, his touch more demanding. You can feel his arousal growing, pressing against you. His hands continue to explore, his fingers tracing your curves.
Your heart races, your breath quickens. His touch is intoxicating, overwhelming. You can feel your body responding, your nerves tingling. Arousal courses through you, your mind swimming in lust and confusion. Gojo pulls away, his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze, his expression, leaves you breathless.
"You want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice hoarse, his eyes blazing with desire.
You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. You do want this, crave it. But what about Sukuna? Your thoughts whirl, your emotions a tempest.
Gojo smirks, his eyes gleaming, "I'll take that as a yes," he growls, his voice low, his gaze searing.
He ravages you then, his lips and hands exploring every inch of your body. His touch is possessive, claiming, the pleasure intense.
Inside your body, Sukuna sits on his throne, his thoughts bitter. "Can't believe I fell for such an insolent wench," he mutters to himself, his voice cold and distant. However.. You are deaf to Sukuna's remarks, too preoccupied with fantasies of Gojo fucking you.
Within the warmth of Gojo's embrace, the coldness of Sukuna's words fades. Your heart beats wildly, your body trembling.
Gojo's hands deftly work the buttons on your shirt, your bra soon joining it on the floor. Your chest revealed, your breathing ragged. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
His hands glide down, unzipping your pants, pulling them off along with your panties. The cool air hits your bare skin, your core pulsating with desire.
You gasp, the sensation unexpected. His eyes meet yours, locked in a heated gaze. The intensity of his stare ignites a fire within you, your heart pounding.
The world around you fades, your thoughts consumed by Gojo. His touch, his warmth, his love. You seek him, your desire for him undeniable.
As he positions himself above you, your heart races. The weight of your feelings, the whirlwind of emotions.
Again it hits you.. Who do you love? Gojo or Sukuna?
You're so lost in the thoughts that eyes, you did not notice Gojo slipping his fingers inside your wetness, you gasp in response.
You were so engrossed in your own thoughts that you failed to notice Gojo slipping his fingers inside your wetness, you gasp in response. His eyes narrows, "Are you a virgin?" he inquires, his tone heavy. Your mind blanks, your gaze locked on his.
You don't respond, your focus shifting to his eyes. The intensity of his gaze, his desire. His smirk grows, his confidence unwavering. With a fluid motion, Gojo discards his towel. Your eyes widen, taking in his naked form. His muscles rippling, his body taut, ready.
His eyes never leaving yours, he positions himself above you. A sense of vulnerability washes over you, your heart pounding.
Gojo positions himself, his tip pressing against your entrance. Your breath hitches, anticipation coursing through your veins. With a slow, deliberate movement, he enters you, stretching you wide.
He thrusts, his pace steady, his rhythm unhurried. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body responding. Your hips buck, meeting his thrusts, your moans echoing in the room.
His mouth finds your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his breath hot against your flesh. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your mind a disorganised mess. You want him, crave him, your desire for Gojo insatiable.
"G-gonna cum," you stammer, your voice hoarse, your mind lost in the moment.
His movements grow more urgent, his thrusts harder. Your body responds, your hips writhing, your moans growing louder. The pleasure overwhelming, your thoughts a whirlwind.
Your emotions tangled, your feelings entwined. As Gojo fills you, his body moving in sync with yours, you realize a truth. You can't choose. You love them both, equally. Your heart aching, your soul torn. But in this moment, you crave for Gojo's touch.
Your moans fill the room, your pleasure mounting. Gojo's mouth moves, his lips grazing your nipples, his praise whispered into your ear. "So good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You feel amazing. So tight, so warm."
His words ignite a fire within you, your body shaking. Your pleasure reaches a crescendo, your senses heightened.
And then, you climax. Your body trembling, your moans echoing. The intensity of your release, your heart races. Your eyes slowly closing, the last thing you see is Gojo's face, his blue eyes piercing you as if he could see through you and every lie you have ever told him.
Gojo pulls out, his expression morphing into a frown. His disappointment evident, his eyes filled with concern. He expected to cum together, but..
You're out of it, your body limp, your breathing ragged. He wonders if it's from the pleasure or exhaustion.
"You're tired," he says softly, his voice laced with concern. "It's okay. I understand."
His words soothe you, his care comforting. You're tired, your mental and physical state strained. Your encounters with Sukuna and the constant stress weigh heavily on you.
It's true that you tend to pass out more often. The toll of your double life starting to catch up.
But as you lay there, catching your breath, Gojo's eyes linger on you. His gaze filled with concern and understanding.
In that moment, a thought strikes your subconscious mind. Maybe it's okay to let go. To allow your walls to crumble, your secrets to surface. Because you know that Gojo will catch you, that he'll always be there to hold you.
Gojo lets out a heavy sigh, his gazed fixed on the bathroom door, thinking of finishing there. His shaft still erect, his need undeniable.
But one thing keeps coming up in his mind. One thing he truly knows for sure.. Sukuna. His presence, an uninvited guest. In your body, hidden away, his influence undeniable.
As Gojo turns away, lost in his thoughts, Sukuna seizes the opportunity. He quickly and quietly takes over your body and in a swift move, he strikes Gojo in the neck. The force unexpected, Gojo's body dropping to the ground, his eyes wide in shock.
The mistake, clear as day. His infatuation with you, his protection of you. All of it, an invitation for Sukuna to act. His once dormant presence, now awakened. And in his wake, chaos.
As Gojo lies unconscious, his body sprawled on the ground, Sukuna watches in triumph, " FInally... I killed you Gojo Satoru.. "
"You were maginifient. but a simple distraction made you lifeless", Sukuna continues laughing at Gojo's dead body.
As Sukuna admires himself, his eyes drift to Gojo's body again.. But to his surprise, Gojo moves, swiftly and powerfully. His reverse-curse technique a potent shield, his body repairing instantly.
"No way, I killed him.." Sukuna mutters, his surprise evident, " I didn't think he had it in him."
Sukuna observes the scene, his eyes sharp. Gojo heals from the blow, his body regaining its strength. Sukuna grudgingly acknowledges Gojo's strength, his resilience. The Reverse Cursed Technique, a force to be reckoned with.
This is far from over...
"You made a grave mistake," Gojo whispers before standing up again, his fingers crossing and his voice taunting, "Ryoiki Tenkai"
Instantly, a massive black hole materializes around Sukuna, its gravity inescapable. Distant galaxies swirl in the backdrop, their white patches a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them.
Gojo's aura flares up, his power radiating, "Now.. Now," he starts walking towards Sukuna.
Sukuna stands frozen, unable to move, his eyes fixed on the swirling void around him. His initial shock turns into a smirk, his voice taunting, "The brat won't survive in this domain if I let go of control of her body."
Gojo approaches, his aura crackling, his expression grim. "I know that," he says, his tone deadly serious. "The question is, will you let her die?"
Sukuna's response is immediate, a dismissive 'tsk.' Gojo knows his weakness, his feelings for you, an Achilles' heel.
Sukuna sneers, "And if I die, the brat dies. Tell me, Gojo, will you let her die?" His voice drips with malice, his intent clear.
Gojo doesn't flinch, his response firm, "No, but..." He takes a step closer, his gaze locked on Sukuna.
In a swift motion, Gojo knocks down Sukuna, "I can do this.." Immediately Gojo's lips presses against Sukuna's. Your body reacts, your core moistens with desire, making Sukuna feeling exposed, vulnerable.
Sukuna unwillingly admits defeat, but he can't help but blame your body for this turn of events. Its allure, its responsiveness, its desire. All of it, pulling him in, ensnaring him. A blush creeping up his cheeks.
Gojo's fingers trace the sensitive spot, his touch expert, your clit throbbing under his fingertips. Sukuna's expression shifts, his face a canvas of pleasure and surprise.
"Feeling it?," Gojo taunts Sukuna, his voice gravelly. His tone, dripping with lust. He can't deny the pleasure coursing through him, its intensity undeniable.
Gojo smirks, his grip firm, "Yes, Sukuna?," his voice low, "You can't deny it." His touch, his words, they're both a torment and a seduction. His eyes never leaving Sukuna, his intent clear. He wants to break him, to shatter his defiance, his resolve.
Gojo's fingers reach up to your neck, tightening around it, the pressure building. Sukuna's eyes potrays his anger, but your body betraying him..
Your feminine body, along with Sukuna's claim on it, has an opposite effect on Gojo. His shaft hardens once more. He smirks bringing his shaft towards your face, his grip firm on your throat. "If you don't play along, I won't allow this body to have any orgasm," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
His threat hangs heavy in the air, Sukuna's curses ringing out, barely audible. Gojo watches, his eyes darkening, as Sukuna reluctantly wraps your lips around his shaft.
"Pervert," Sukuna mumbles, his voice strained, as Gojo's hand strokes your hair, guiding you.
Gojo's hand travel to your core, his fingers delving inside you, their intrusion sending waves of pleasure through your body as well as Sukuna. Sukuna struggles to suppress his moan, his body trembling, his release near.
The vibrations from your throat, slick with saliva, drive Gojo wild. His grip tightens on your head, his thrusts growing more erratic, more forceful. He's pushing you beyond your limits, his cock sliding deeper into your throat, making Sukuna gag and his eyes turn teary.
"Fuck, Sukuna," Gojo rasps, "I never thought you were this horny." His voice drips with amusement, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Look at you, drooling around my cock..."
Sukuna's anger reaches its peak, his eyes flashing. He attempts to sink his fangs into Gojo's shaft, but his plan is thwarted. Gojo yanks your hair, pulling his dick from your mouth, his expression turning cold.
Gojo positions you on all fours, your core gushes, slick and shiny, your thighs reflecting the light. Sukuna curses you under his breath, his words laced with resentment and excitement, "Y/N.. With a body like this, you are nothing more than a whore..."
Before he can act, Gojo surges forward, driving into you with a force that leaves Sukuna gasping. Pain mixes with pleasure, a sensation Sukuna has never experienced before. "W-what do you think you are doing?", Sukuna asks his voice angry.
"Making this pussy, cum", Gojo wishpers against his hears, Sukuna's breath catches, his body writhing in pleasure. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity of it all, overwhelming him. His curses, muffled, directed at your responsive, traitorous body.
Gojo thrusts into you, his movements determined, calculated. He taunts Sukuna further, his voice low and rough, "It seems like you're enjoying it, Sukuna. Doesn't it feel good? To be filled like this?"
"F-fuck this.. I am only doing it for Y/N", Sukuna replies trying to muffle his moans. It feels too good, Sukuna never thought sex feels this good. It is embarassing yet he feels this good.
Gojo's thrusts become brutal, each one shaking Sukuna, your body alive with sensation. His hands find your nipples, pinching them, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure flooding through Sukuna.
"Stop, Gojo!" Sukuna cries out, his voice strained, your body writhing in intensity.. But the pleasure, it's too much, too intense. It overwhelms Sukuna, leaving him desperate for more, for release.
Gojo smirks, his hands moving lower, his fingers brushing against your sensitive spots. "Why don't you let go of control of her body?" he taunts, his voice low and seductive.
Sukuna remains silent, his defenses crumbling under Gojo's skilled touch. His words, his actions, they cut deeper than any blade. "That's right," Gojo continues, his voice softening, "Because you are liking it.. Isn't it s'kuna?"
"Shut up!! I-its because I love her, and I don't want her to die in your stupid domain..", Sukuna grits his teeth, but his resistance soon fading, when Gojo's fingers dance over your clit.
An unintentinally moan slips out of Sukuna's mouth, to which Gojo responds, "Ah, I liked it, but couldn't it be more lady-like, like Y/N's moan?"
Sukuna bites his lip, his pride wounded, the King of Curses, being taken by a mere human. His thoughts tangled, lost in the haze of pleasure. But the feeling, the sensation, it's unlike anything he's ever experienced. This body, his lover's body, it brings out sensations he never knew existed. He's helpless, consumed by the pleasure, his senses heightened, every stroke, every touch, magnified.
He can't fight it anymore, his defenses crumbling under the onslaught of sensations. The sounds, the touch, the warmth, all of it, pulling him in, drawing him closer to the edge. And he lets go, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through him, his moans echoing in the room.
Satoru speaks again, his eyes alight with mischief. "Well, well, it seems our little game has become interesting," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "
He positions your body on your back, the angle shifting, changing, giving Sukuna a new perspective. Sukuna could see everything.. His breath catching, as Gojo's hips begin to move, your body stretched, filled. The way your hole swallows his girth, it's intoxicating.
"You look so... fuckable," he says, his voice low and sultry. He reaches out, his hand tracing down your stomach, further, his touch delicate.
"I wonder what Y/N would say if she knew you looked like this, with me inside you," he muses, his eyes locked onto yours. His grin wicked, "But then again, she wouldn't mind, would she?" His thumb brushing against your clit, Sukuna's breath hitches, your hips bucking of their own accord.
Sukuna can feel it, the intensity, the passion, the sheer force of his desire. Everything feels heightened, amplified, his senses sharp. He's never felt so vulnerable and weak before. It's very confusing, everything is so confusing right now.
Gojo leans in, his lips seeking yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. Unexpectedly, Sukuna returns it, his kiss equally fervent. Your walls clench around Gojo, your body signaling its need.
As the kiss breaks, Sukuna's voice unsteady, "Cum inside this pussy," he speaks, his eyes pleading.
Gojo smirks, "Begging?" He mocks, his thrusts slowing, teasing.
Sukuna nods shyly, his cheeks flushed.
"What if she becomes pregnant?" Gojo asks, his voice a low rumble.
"As long as I reside in her body," Sukuna stutters, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "she will not."
Gojo nods, his eyes darkening. He quickens his thrusts, his movements more urgent, more forceful.
As your body reaches the peak, his thrusts become erratic, his words, his touch, they all blend together. "C-close," Sukuna gasp out, your body trembling, your walls clamping down on Gojo.
"Then let go, Sukuna," Gojo growls, his voice raw.
"Y/N and I," Sukuna starts, his voice low and dangerous. "We have a connection. She means something to me..."
Gojo's thrusts nearly pausing, his eyes locking onto Sukuna's. "Sukuna.. You are nothing but an echo in a vessel, a parasite clinging onto life. Yet.. I can stop feeling attracted to this mixture of you and Y/N" He doesn't give Sukuna time to react, his thrusts pounding into you.
"You... bastard", Sukuna groans. Gojo chuckles, latching himself on one of your breasts.
Sukuna moans as he feels Gojo's tongue dancing around your nipple, teasing, tantalizing.
Both reach climax, the intensity of it all, it's blinding. Your body erupts, your walls clamping down, milking him, drawing out his release. Sukuna's moans, mixing with Gojo's grunts. He groans before releasing his seed into your womb.
And then, as suddenly as it began, it ends. The domain dissipates, fading away. Sukuna finds himself on the floor, Gojo above him, his body still pulsing, his release dribbling out of your hole.
Gojo leans down, his voice low, dangerous, "As long as you are inside her body, Sukuna, you will always crave me," he says, his eyes locked onto yours. "You may hate it, resist it, but it will always be there, a constant reminder of your weakness, your dependency."
Sukuna's heart races, his mind spinning, his emotions a tangled mess. He can feel it, the truth in Gojo's words. It's a twisted game, a sick joke, one that he's not sure he wants to play.
Gojo goes on, "You may think you own her soul, but remember who owns her body, her pussy." he haults to give a soft slap on your clit, making Sukuna jolt. "I am the honoured one, the strongest" .
But then again, he knows he has no choice. Not really. So, he grits his teeth before whispering, "Fuck you, bastard" his voice barely audible, before letting go control of your body.
Gojo smirks, his eyes gleaming with victory as he places your unconscious body on his bed waiting for you to get up again, "Perhaps you can the next time we meet, Sukuna.."
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dance with the devil - part sixteen
Words: 732 | Rating: E | CW: mentions of blood, panic attacks, death, Billy (mentions only) | AO3
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Steve’s head feels like it’s been split in half by an ax as he comes to again. Groaning, he tries to roll to his side, to bury his head in whatever he’s laying on, to sink into the earth and hibernate until the pain is gone again. But all he ends up doing is falling through free space and landing with a painful thud.
“Steve!” Robin’s voice filters in through the horrifically audible pounding in his skull, piercing Steve right behind his eyes and making him groan. His stomach rolls with every breath he takes to work through the pain.
“Shhh,” he forces out in a hiss between the waves of nausea, waving one hand aimlessly in the direction her voice had come from. It’s about all he can manage at the moment. He thinks maybe he’s on the floor, and that’s not ideal but it’s not the worst place he’s ever been.
It takes a few minutes for the memories of hours prior to come back to him, but once they do, Steve jolts slightly. He also immediately regrets it as his body heaves under a fresh wave of nausea.
“Dude, please don’t throw up on my shoes,” a voice that isn’t Robin’s comes from somewhere above him. It’s familiar, but Steve can’t pull a single name from the soup that is his brain. Instead he just attempts to roll the other direction. It goes about as well as he’s expecting and he gives up halfway through the turn, flat on his back.
The world fades away around him as he lays there feeling sorry for himself. He can just make out the muffle of a conversation happening somewhere above him, but the words themselves are lost to the void, somewhere between the pounding in Steve’s head and trying to sort through the maze of his memories.
Telling Eddie to leave, being alone, the panic attack…
Flashes of red blurring away into obscurity, Eddie being illuminated by the sun, waking up and falling…
The flashes that blur together concern Steve the most, because this time he can’t excuse the gaps on being drunk. This time it’s clear that something else is at work here, stealing his consciousness and his conscience, painting his hands red with blood and bathing him in it.
A hand falls heavily against his shoulder, and Steve is hit with a rush of clarity that leaves him just as dizzy as the headache. “Holy shit,” he curses as Eddie’s haggard face swims into view above him before disappearing a second later.
He hears a muttered, “this job fucking sucks,” somewhere to his right as the dizziness clears as quickly as it came and Steve finds himself able to sit up again. His movements are slow, testing the waters, but he makes it upright. It’s only then that he realize he’s in his own apartment, on the floor next to his couch and surrounded by people. He glances between them all, still trying to puzzle his pieces together, freezing when his gaze lands on Max, the voice he couldn’t identify before but connects to now, staring back at him in blood-soaked clothes. As soon as their eyes meet, Steve reels back, red-colored memories slamming into him with alarming clarity now.
The panic attack that led to feeling like he was on fire.
The fire consuming his every waking thought.
Barreling through his front door like it was made of paper and not wood before doing the same to the one across the wall.
Coming face to face with his neighbor, Billy.
The two of them falling into a fight, before it’s clear Steve isn’t stopping.
Billy trying to flee; Steve pursuing him to the alleyway.
Steve painting the alley red with Billy’s blood and feeling pride at his work.
Eddie coming back, looking horrified at the sight before him.
The barest twinge of guilt before everything is overtaken by black.
He’s on his feet before he even finishes putting the pieces together, staring down at his own blood-soaked clothing in horror. Somewhere to his right, Robin’s calling his name, trying to get his attention, to calm him down, but Steve can’t hear the words, doesn’t want to hear them as he rushes towards the door, cringing when he sees it barely hanging on its hinges. He doesn’t know where he’s going.
He just knows he has to get away.
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No Calls
Warnings: No minors in this story, creampie, fingering, size difference, infidelity.
Summary: After a nasty surprise from your boyfriend, a little distraction would be just right, wouldn't it?
It was the fifth time your phone rang that night, it shouldn't be important, you shouldn't answer it, you knew that, still, curiosity was enough to get you to answer, a nasty mistake.
It was your boyfriend, who was demanding and asking between awkward words for you to go get him, normally you wouldn't stop watching the movie that was playing on the TV to go take care of someone who is old enough to do transactions through bank apps, but unfortunately you are too nice for your own good, besides, he is your boyfriend, helping him shouldn't be a bother.
With that thought, you just grabbed some pants and a sweatshirt so you could cover yourself from the cold, please, it was close to twelve o'clock at night, if you were going to rest you wouldn't be made up and dressed up the whole time, definitely going out casual one night wouldn't hurt.
After a few minutes, you had arrived at the bar where your boyfriend was, with a small smile you managed to say hello to some of his mutual friends, but something was strange, those friends looked, tense.
You didn't know how to describe the situation. The orange and blue colors of the lighting made the atmosphere look a little crazier than you remembered.
People dancing to loud music, the smell of beer and the mixture of some people's perfumes made the atmosphere heavy and somewhat unpleasant, was your boyfriend really planning to introduce himself to your parents after this?
No, it definitely wasn't supposed to be like that, it was disgusting, but what you saw was the last straw, how to describe it?
Oh, yes. Your boyfriend kissing and groping the woman sitting on his lap.
Your stomach churned at the very scene, you closed your eyes uncomfortable at what you had seen, some of their mutual friends tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder in an effort to stop him and warn him that you had seen everything, but it was too late, you had taken no time at all to turn around and walk to the other end until you reached the bar.
The feeling of bitterness and discomfort completely filled your heart, it wasn't nice to be cheated by the person who was supposed to love you, he could fuck himself if he wanted to, but at least it was fair to finish before, wasn't it?
Tears were showing at the corners of your eyes, making your vision slightly blurry, you didn't want to cry in a public place, much less be seen by one of his supposed friends or in the worst case, the nasty man who had cheated on you without seeming to remember that he had asked you to come for him.
-That bastard - you muttered between your teeth as you walked away from the bar, ready to leave the bar, but your task would be stopped when you bumped into someone.
A small squeak escaped your lips as you took a couple of steps back, only to be pushed back by the crowd of people and collide with the same person again.
Your hands landed on his abdomen, you startle as you feel the firm muscles under your fingers, it wasn't like you were used to that feeling.
-God, I'm so sorry - your soft voice showed the embarrassment you were going through, the mixture of shame for the situation and the discomfort of discovering an infidelity caused a sea of sensations.
However, you didn't expect to be answered by a soft laugh, your heart skipped a beat as you felt a hand gently clasp your lower back. It was a warm, comfortable feeling, pleasant even.
-That way you won't get pushed around anymore," the pleasant voice commented, causing you to look up.
Your cheeks blushed instantly, to say he was tall was an understatement, this man, who was holding you so gently with one of his hands to keep you from falling was someone you didn't expect to see.
Tanned skin, slightly messy and wavy brown hair, eyes that you could swear have a curious reddish glint, the man is strong, that's for sure, your hands still held close to his abdomen to be able to check it, the black shirt with the first buttons loose only allowed you to see more of those muscles. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward just to get a better look at you, that small movement let you see how his expression was more attractive than you thought, was that what they called having an angular jaw?
God, the details were so many that you could hardly understand that this man had started to lead you with some subtlety to one of the corners inside the bar.
You put up no resistance as you walked with him, much less when he had your back to him and his hands traveled to your waist to guide you more easily. The difference in height made it easier for him to see you.
-My name is Miguel," he murmured, leaning down a little so he could whisper close to your ear, something that made you shiver, his voice so soft and deep that it had caused a slight fluttering sensation in your stomach, "Miguel O'Hara.
A little nervous, you nodded your head as you told him your name. Your cheeks were still flushed, but now the urge to cry wasn't the cause, how could such a man distract so much from your feelings?
-So, are you coming to have fun? -Miguel's soft and deep whisper caused you to shiver, making your stomach flutter with excitement, you had a partner, technically speaking, I mean, you hadn't told him you were going to break up or anything, the impact of the scene only caused you to run away as fast as you could through the crowd of people, the memory of those who were supposed to be his friends laughing and trying to warn that idiot who called himself your boyfriend didn't help your heart either, maybe, just maybe, you should find a way to vent that feeling of uneasiness.
-Only if it's with you - you answered in an effort to show your best interest in Miguel, but for him it was nice to see you nervous to suggest something like that, to see from his perspective how such a pretty little thing like you accepted it so easily provoked an undeniable desire in him.
-That's good, honey," he murmured, leaning forward to give you a little kiss on the side of your neck, provoking a rush of sensations in you, "but not here…".
Miguel's voice became deeper, deeper, as if he was holding back the desire that had been growing in him little by little, the idea of turning you into a trembling bundle of nerves made Miguel smile with a certain triumph, but he had no intention of exposing you in front of other people, no, those sweet sounds, those awkward expressions should be only for him.
You startled as you felt the slight pressure on your waist, Miguel's hands held you firmly, guiding you to the exit of the bar, you hadn't noticed, but your boyfriend was dumbfounded at how you allowed someone to be so close to you, the jealousy of the woman he had made out with was evident in the disbelief of his expression, it almost seemed as if he wanted to take his place.
But that didn't matter, it wasn't even what caught your attention the most, you were totally focused on Miguel's touch, on the gentle, firm way he guided you away from the crowd and into a parking lot. Your heart skipped a beat when Miguel took his hands off your waist, leaving you standing in front of his car, a red sports car, you could even say it was ridiculously spotless.
Miguel opened the door, letting you into the passenger seat, you didn't deny that the excitement caused you to be a little nervous, almost as if you were worried about making a mistake that could get you out of the situation. But the nervousness leaves your body as soon as you got into the car, a smell similar to wood filled your sense of smell, it was pleasant, you could even say that it gave a more attractive touch to Miguel, you had not noticed it inside the bar because of the various smells and perfumes of the crowd, but here, it was different.
The walk was even more tense than you had thought, not only because of the gentle caresses and squeezes Miguel was giving your thighs, but also because of the excitement of what was to come. As soon as they arrived at an apartment complex and Miguel parked the car, you knew there was no turning back. The ride seemed to be longer than you once thought, but as soon as they entered the elevator Miguel rushed towards you, cornering your body against the cold walls as he placed constant, soft kisses down your neck, your hands gently wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.
Feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin had become so intimate and exciting. Miguel's hands traveled to the edge of your sweatshirt, but his actions stopped when the elevator opened its doors, you could have sworn you heard him let out a grunt at being interrupted.
Miguel took your hand and led you out of the elevator, his steps were quick and you admitted that excited you, it had taken him longer to open the door to one of the apartments than it had to get you inside.
You couldn't see the apartment clearly, once the door was closed, Miguel carried you in his arms, you didn't hesitate to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your foreheads together, the warmth of your bodies increased every second, Miguel knew it, he could feel it, you would be his, only his.
A smile tugged at Miguel's lips as he watched your cheeks tinge a nice red color at their closeness, Miguel gave you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, noticing the way you moved on his arms, as if you were looking for more.
Miguel's footsteps continued until you reached your room, the dim lighting caused by the moonlight gave a charming, almost romantic touch.
With a certain softness, Miguel laid you on the bed, you felt the comfort of the blankets under your body, as if you were made to be there. But you didn't have time to think about that, Miguel was hovering over your body, trapping you under his as he began to place soft bites and kisses on the tender skin of your neck, making you lie fully on the bed, moving your head subtly to allow him greater access to your skin.
A shiver runs through your body as you felt one of Miguel's hands venture under your sweatshirt, touching your warm, soft skin with his fingertips, causing a small tingle to run down your spine, causing a small gasp from your lips, helping Miguel, you began to pull your sweatshirt up to reveal your breasts under that thin bra fabric, Miguel smiled as he watched your breathing become shallow as you shed your sweatshirt, leaving it somewhere on the bed. Shyness returned to your body, remembering your boyfriend's words about the way your breasts looked, the very memory caused you to try to cover up slightly, something Miguel noticed immediately.
He took your wrists firmly, bringing his grip over your head until he left you exposed, your heart raced, you don't try to stop him, but he certainly surprised you.
-Don't do it, if you try to hide again, I'll tie those pretty hands -Miguel's words provoked a mixture of excitement and curiosity in you, for a moment you thought about provoking him to do it.
But your mind was divided between desire and anticipation as you saw Miguel's predatory smile, he leaned in until your lips brushed in a soft touch, you reacted to that, trying to move closer to kiss him, but the grip on your wrists kept you constrained, luckily, he didn't wait any longer, finally kissing those pretty lips of yours, kissing with desire and desperation, as if you were the most desired sweet for him.
A small gasp drowned against his lips the moment Miguel licked your lower lip, asking for permission to be able to deepen the kiss, something you didn't refuse, giving him access. You felt Miguel's tongue slide between your lips, playing with your tongue, teasing until you felt the wetness between your legs increase.
You tried to move your hands, you wanted to embrace him, to take off his shirt to feel his skin against yours, but he didn't loosen his grip, instead, he smiled arrogantly as he watched you slowly become desperate for more.
The gleam in his eyes dulled with lust, Miguel moved a little away from your lips, placing small kisses on your chin, moving down the softness of your neck until he reached your collarbone, biting gently until you let out small moans.
Miguel continued down, reaching the fabric of your bra, you arched your back slightly in search of his touch, you wanted it, he was being so considerate and gentle that you felt desperate to touch him and ask for more.
-Miguel, please - you murmured with a pleading expression, every action of that man turned your body into something needed and desired, he was so accurate in his movements that you felt he knew you better than you could.
-If you don't try to hide again," he murmured in a low, low tone, causing your heart to race.
Between little sighs you agreed, nodding your head, making him smile as he released your wrists. Without being able to wait any longer, you brought your hands to the buttons of Miguel's black shirt, he didn't object, he moved a little away to let you achieve your goal, he instead, took care of easily removing your bra. His hands squeezed your breasts gently, your nipples hardening to his touch, eliciting such warm pleasure that it reached your needy core.
Your hands caressed his warm skin, gently teasing the contours of his muscles with your fingers, it felt so good under your hands, you had barely noticed the moment Miguel had pulled down your pants and panties, leaving you fully exposed under him.
Miguel made you lie back down, settling his body between your legs as he pinched one of his turgid nipples, pulling and pinching, causing your core to feel more needy, he knew it, he was teasing you, he likes to see those cheeks flush, to hear your moans as he slowly finds every sensitive spot on your body.
Your body jolted as you felt Miguel's kisses travel down to your belly, the wetness of your arousal was growing, until he blew against your core, causing your hips to move slightly.
Miguel's hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs wider to allow him greater access, you were slightly nervous, but you felt so aroused that you didn't protest, your breathing became shallow as you felt his tongue pass between your wet folds, little gasps escaped your lips as Miguel began to suck greedily on your little bundle of nerves, using two of his fingers to stretch your tight walls, curving his fingers experimentally inside you, touching that spongy spot that caused your back to arch gently, you had never felt anything like this before.
You tried to close your trembling legs out of mere reaction, but Miguel wouldn't allow it, with his free hand he took his place again, humming as he listened to your loud moans, feeling your soft walls press against his fingers, as if you were silently begging for something bigger.
Moisture was beginning to stain your thighs, your breathing quickened as you felt the stimulation in your body, your hips shifting slightly in search of more. Miguel pulled away with a small pop of your sensitive clit. Running his thumb over the sensitive core, curving his fingers in a faster, steadier motion, stretching your wet walls as you moaned and trembled.
He was right, you looked so pretty, cheeks flushed, breath quickening, your pretty body quivering from his attentions until you rolled your eyes as you felt the tension in your belly increase, warning that you were about to climax.
Miguel smiled arrogantly as he watched you come undone by his fingers, deftly returned to sucking on your sensitive, swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm. Your walls clenched eagerly between his fingers as wetness stained the sheets and he drank eagerly, savoring the sweetness of your release as if it were the most exquisite drink he had ever tasted.
Your mind was in a total daze, dizzy from the pleasure you had experienced, your breath hitching, you could barely feel Miguel remove his pants and boxer shorts, leaving his large erection on display.
You let out a small moan as you felt the tip of his hard cock rub against your sensitive wet entrance, you squinted your pretty eyes, he smiled in pleasure as he pushed his hard length in. The wetness of your orgasm eased his entrance, but you let out a little squeal as you felt the stretching of your walls, you were so tight for him.
Miguel let out a small gasp, feeling your walls squeeze his hard cock deliciously, pushing in halfway, he watched your expression, looking for any hint of pain or discomfort, but could only see how dumbfounded you were at the pleasure, spreading your legs wider to welcome him.
Miguel leaned forward, placing his hands on the sides of your head as he pushed in until he filled you completely, smiling with satisfaction when you took it so well.
-That's it honey, you can take it so well," he cooed in a husky tone and then bit your lower lip, causing you to let out a small moan, you felt so full, so sensitive, you accepted him so perfectly, you seemed made for each other.
You let out little moans as you felt Miguel begin to move his hips, the sensation of his hard cock moving in and out made you incredibly sensitive, his hard length stretched and touched your most sensitive spots, causing you to cling to him more, moaning and taking him with such perfection, wrapping your legs around his waist as Miguel's thrusts became faster and faster, deeper and deeper, touching the spot that made you see stars.
Your moans became louder, drowning on Miguel's lips as you tried to reciprocate the passionate kiss he was giving you, letting out a small squeal as Miguel ran his thumb over your swollen, sensitive clit.
Your walls clung to Miguel's hard cock, becoming more sensitive, more wet, the sloshing caused by Miguel's constant pumping making the sound more and more obscene, more and more filthy. Miguel felt more and more excited as he listened to the sweet sounds coming from your lips, pulling away a little to put his hands on your hips and pull you in each thrust, the tension in your belly increased, you moaned as you felt each thrust completely fill your insides, hitting your cervix, once, twice, three times, until finally you released again, whimpering as Miguel kept on thrusting, prolonging your orgasm.
Miguel smiled in pleasure as he watched your hips twitch from the spasms, you were so sensitive, so tired and aroused, but he wasn't finished.
-W-Wait - you squealed as you felt how Miguel came out of you only to make you turn around and lift your ass, your trembling legs could barely hold in that position.
-Come on honey, you can do it - cooed Miguel with a smile as he lined up his hard cock against your entrance. It was a sight to behold from that position, your thighs moist, your entrance so sensitive that just the feel of it gently arched your back.
Even though you had already gotten a little used to the size, feeling him enter again was so stimulating that Miguel had to grab you by the hips as he plunged into your warm interior. He knew you could take it so well, pumping hard as you sank to the mattress and squeezed the sheets under your hands.
Your mind was boggled, you had become a complete clumsy, excited mess, each onslaught stretching your walls, touching points you never imagined. Miguel was giving you no rest, moving one of his hands up to your bundle of nerves, moving his fingers deftly over your clit. Your walls clung to Miguel's hard cock, the overstimulation making it easier and easier to bring you to orgasm.
Senseless moans came from your lips, your cheeks wet with tears of pleasure as you felt Miguel coming deeper and deeper, you couldn't stand it and neither could he, his cock swelled at his imminent release, painting your walls white, making you cum again on his cock as he filled you with his warm semen.
-Good girl, take it all - he whispered to you then leaving soft kisses on the side of your neck, using his hand to move the strands of your hair and tenderly kiss the back of your neck.
It was the first time you felt so satisfied, so desired, was it possible for someone to make you feel this way?
It seemed so.
You let out a small moan as you felt Miguel spurt from inside you, the warm, thick liquid overflowing from your sensitive entrance, staining your thighs and the sheets.
If it weren't for how exhausted you were, Miguel would sink back inside you, but he knew, how satisfied and tired you were.
-We should have lunch tomorrow, shouldn't we? - he asked as you awkwardly agreed with your head, falling into a deep sleep.
Miguel watched you, you looked so cute, so kind, you arouse feelings in him that he had never experienced before, possibly, it should be more than just one night, if you agree to stay with him, he would definitely be happy to give it a try.
With that feeling in his mind and warmth invading his heart, he lay down next to you, hugging you so you could sleep against his body, covering you both with a blanket to sink into a pleasant sleep with you.
The rest of the night passed without a hitch. You opened your eyes slowly, letting out a small sigh as the sun's rays ruined your comfortable sleep, your heart skipped a beat as you felt Miguel's arm around your waist so softly, he had slept next to you. The pleasant feeling made your cheeks tinge with a nice blush, but that feeling was interrupted when you heard your cell phone vibrate, you had thrown it somewhere when you arrived at Miguel's apartment, who could blame you for that?
Slowly you moved until you reached the edge of the bed, taking the phone that had been left on the side of Miguel's shirt, luckily it wasn't broken, checking your phone, you saw several messages, things like; it's not what it looks like, last night you were with someone else, I think you were the one who cheated, etc.
What did it matter?
You were tired of the hypocrisy of those people, you knew it.
The gentle caress on your waist made you startle, as you turned around you saw Miguel, smiling in that confident and assured way that barely allowed you to have a breath, God, that man loved and adored you as if you were the only person who deserved the best of attention, was it really fair to go back to something so low with your boyfriend?
-Is something wrong baby? - Miguel asked with a smile, causing your cheeks to blush at the cute nickname, if last night his voice was low and deep, in the morning it could definitely get better.
-Solo, I think I have the day off - you admitted with a smile on your pretty lips, sending a single message to then put the phone down and return to Miguel's side, who welcomed you with kisses, soft and sweet.
-Should we take a shower first? - Miguel asked, while you hummed in response, you definitely preferred to stay with him.
Who did you write to?
Well, you should make something clear to the person who had cheated on you, shouldn't you?
Seriously I'm not the best person writing in english, so if I have some mistakes I apologize, I also understand if you need some corrections, since I publish the stories in english and spanish.
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