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luvyeni · 6 months

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❛MY DOG ROOMMATE❜ ( l.jeno )

p. hybrid!jeno x fem!reader w. 1.9k

warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, squirting, big cock jeno

— 𖦹 ( jeno can’t spend another heat with his mate ) !

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jeno first figured out you were his mate the day you moved in – it wasn’t common for hybrids and humans to roommate , but you both were strapped for cash and needed help paying bills. the day you came through the doors , boxes in his hand he felt it , his need for you.

not wanting to scare you off , he decided to push it aside , but as time went on and you got closer , it was so hard for the hybrid to deny it , especially with his heats becoming stronger , you knew about his heats , but he’d often just lock himself in his room for a week , you weren’t aware that he’d be in there , wrapped up in pool of clothes he’d stolen from you , fucking his fist , wishing it was you , cumming over all your clothes with a whimper , his cock still hard and twitching against his stomach.

even though you didn’t know about the mate thing , you didn’t really help either – your constant touching , the scratches behind his ear randomly which sent him into overdrive , you were also extremely caring , buying him things , making his food , packing him lunch for work , make sure he had his protein shakes after working out – you were practically his acting as his mate already.

“good morning jeno.” he was met with your beautiful smile. “good morning.” he sat down , immediately being bombarded with your sent , it was much stronger – way stronger than ever before. “did you go to the gym today?” he questioned , your eyes widened , it always shocked you when he would guess. “i just got back , i heard you moving around in your room , so i got your breakfast and protein shake ready before my shower , i know you normally eat all this after the gym , but i’ll be out with a friend when you get back so i wanted to make sure you’d have it.” you said.

there it is again , the pulling at his heart – it was even more painful than before , he hissed grabbing his chest. “you okay jen?” you questioned. “just some chest pains , i’m okay.” you ignored his answer , walking over to him , your scent even stronger. “fuck.” he whispered , something was definitely wrong , this was a different type of pain. “jeno , hey.” you snapped him out of his thoughts. “huh?”

you put your hand up to his head , his body immediately calming down due to your touch. “you’re a bit warm , maybe you shouldn’t go to the gym , i’ll call my friends and tell them i can’t make it.” he stopped you , grabbing your hand. “no , it’s fine.” he said. “told you just a bit of chest pain , i’m fine now , go have fun with your friend.” you nodded. “well take it easy at the gym , don’t over do it.” you warned. “okay mom.” you chuckled. “good boy , i’ll go shower now.” you reached up , scratching behind his ears , before walking back to your room , he bit his fist to cover up the painful moan that left his lips

he couldn’t focus on his workout , the pain in his chest getting worse and worse – to the point where he’d almost dropped a weight on his foot. he ended up coming back to a empty house , you must’ve left out already , the food sitting covered on the stove , his protein shake sitting in the fridge with a cute little note that made him smile.

he decided to shower , not having anything else planned , he made his way to his bathroom , opening the door , your soap still lingering in the air – it wasn’t uncommon for you to use his shower , your hot water never working. the pain coming back in his chest , he groaned , leaning over the sink. “fuck.” he picked up his phone , dialing jaemin , his friend who was another hybrids number. “yo wassup jeno.” the boy shouted into the phone , jeno hissed in pain , his scenes heightening , the boys voice ringing through his head. “bro , you okay?”

“no , i’m in so much fucking pain right now.” he growled. “what kind of pain?” jaemin asked. “a pain in my -fuck- in my chest.” he said. “it hurts so fucking bad , it feels like i’m dying.” he slammed his hands on the sink. “bro , you’re going into a early rut.” jaemin said. “what , that can’t happen.” he said , jeno was growing frustrated. “it can when you have a mate , but it’s not a good thing.”

“why?” he said , jaemin explained to him , “because combined with the chest pains , that means you mating bond is being rejected , if you don’t do something , you’re slowly gonna descend into madness , and that won’t be safe for you or your roommate.” he hung up on jaemin , making his way back to his bed , throwing his body on to the bed , his thumb hovering over your number.

you could barely focus on the guy in front of you , your mind was stuck on jeno , he did not look so well before you left , you should’ve made him some soup before you left. “everyone okay?” soobin , the sweet boy in front of you asked. “yeah i’m-.” you were cut off my your phone ringing. “just a second , i’m sorry.” you read the number , it was jeno , he never called when you were out. “you have to answer that?”

you smiled apologetic , before answering the call. “jen?” it was silent. “are you okay , what’s wrong?” you heard a groan , a painful one at that. “i-i c-can’t.” you stood up worried. “hey , i’m coming home now.” you turned to soobin. “something is wrong , i have to go.” he nodded , understandingly, you grabbed your things , giving the boy a quick hug and another apology before almost running out the restaurant. “i’m coming now , just holding on.”

the ride home was torturous , worry filling your body as you asked the taxi driver to speed up – getting on the elevator , making your way to your floor. you opened the door , making your way to jeno’s room. “jeno.” you knocked on his door , his groans made you push the door open , where he laid against his headboard shirtless. “oh my god.” you ran over to his bed , sitting down.

he was sickly pain , skin all sweaty like he had just been working out. “my god jeno.” your hand came up to feel his forehead. “you’re burning up.” you gasped , he wrapped his hand around your wrist , pulling you close to his body , sniffing. “j-jeno.” you stuttered. “why do you smell like that?” his voice deep. “why do you smell like a guy?” you furrowed your eye brows. “jeno that’s not import- why do you smell like a fucking guy (y/n)?”

“i told you i was going out with a friend.” you said , holding yourself back hand on his chest. “that’s why it’s rejecting , you were out with another guy.” you were confused. “rejecting? jeno what are you talking about , you aren’t well.” you said. “because of you , i’m not well because of you , i’m at home in pain while my mate it out with another guy.” he scoffed.

mate? you’d done research on hybrids and mates and stuff when jeno moved in , just to be prepared , but you only thought hybrids mate with other hybrids. “jeno , how was i supposed to know , you didn’t tell me anything.” your hand came up to scratch behind his ear , he grabbed your wrist , pulling you down , flipping your body over , hovering over you. “mine.”

he pressed his lips against yours , grinding his hard cock against yours. “his scent is all over you.” he groaned against your neck. “he touched what was mine.” his sharp teeth scrapping against your neck. “je-jeno.” you moaned. “gonna mark your pretty skin , let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” you yelped as he sunk his teeth into you. “fu-fuck!”

he sat back on his knees , yanking the front of your dress down , your tits spilling out , jeno was salivating , taking one of your boobs into his mouth sucking while squeezing the other one , rocking his cock against your heat. “sh-shit jeno.” you moaned. “jeno i’m gonna cum.” he bucked his hips against you , the fabric of his gym shorts rubbing against his cock , his tail wagging side to side in excitement as dry humped you. “jeno!”

you came , your panties sticking to you. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna fucking cum in my shorts , ngh fuck!” he groaned , his cock twitching as he came , messing up his underwear. this didn’t nothing his cock was still hard , he needed more. “need to fuck you , stuff your cunt full of my cock.”

you moaned at his lewd words , whining. “pl-please fuck me.” he practically ripped your panties off , pulling his cock out from his shorts , he was above average , and really thick – his tip red , cum still dripping from his hole. “y-you’re so big.” your eyes widened. “might not fit.” he spread your cunt , rubbing his cock against your clenching hole. “fuck , then i’ll make it fit.”he pushed it thick tip in. “sh-shit.” he pushed his cock in. “tiny fucking pussy , my cock can barely fit.”

you screamed in pain and pleasure as he slowly bullied his cock into you. “w-wait jeno.” you moaned , your legs shaking as you came for a second time. “f-fuck.” he finally pushed himself fully inside you. “you came just from taking my cock.” he groaned , thrusting.

“shit , such a warm fucking cunt.” he grunted. “had to spend all these ruts alone.” held your waist , fucking into you. “fucking my fist to your scent , while you were only feet away , could’ve filled this pussy with my pups a long time ago.” you couldn’t speak , your brain completely shut off , only thing on your mind was jeno. “pl-please.” you moaned.

“is that what you want?” he wrapped his hands around your throat. “fuck you full of my pups , fill your tiny pussy until your stomach is bulging from my cum.” he pressed down on your stomach , you screamed. “that’s my cock , gonna fill your womb with my cum , make you take my knot.” he grunted , his thrust becoming sloppy. “je-jeno i’m gonna cum again!”

he slapped your cunt , you yelped. “go ahead cum.” your back arched off the bed , cumming – coating his abdomen with your juices. “that’s it , squirt for me , gonna fuck you full of my kids.” he stilled himself inside you. “shit.” he groaned , his cock swelling as he empty his cum inside of you – you were shaking as his cum leaked out around his cock. “sh-shit , too much!” he kissed your lips. “just a bit more , just hold on.” he came a lot, his cock finally softening , but not fully. “sh-shit i’m still hard.”

“c-can’t take anymore.” you whimpered. “it’s okay baby.” he rubbed your waist. “i’ll let you rest now.” he slowly pulling out of your spent cunt.

“we still have all week for me to fuck you

©LUVYENI

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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Eyes On Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x OFC “Bones”

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Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Flirting, pining, size difference, mentions and descriptions of injury, mentions of battle, dirty talk, praise, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex

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Summary: Ghost gets a life-threatening injury, and it’s your job to make sure he returns to full-health.

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A/N: I rarely do summaries on one-shots, but since I’m introducing a character I figured I would (: I loooove this character, and I’m really hoping to write more one-shots with her and Ghost in the future!

Part Two: Lucky

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Working on them was easy, they took everything you gave them like champs. Splints, stitches, cleanings, anything they had, you took care of. They’d bite their tongues, ball up their fists if they had to, but for the most part, that was it. Vargas wouldn’t whine, but Gaz would. Price was nearly silent and in all honesty, Soap whimpered like a baby. But Ghost, he didn’t ever make a sound.

It wasn’t always like this, you weren’t always 141’s go-to medic. Before, you were here for everyone. Whoever needed you, that’s who you tended to. You got so good at it that at one point, you’d been promoted to a rescue mission position. Daily helicopter rides became your usual. Freezing temperatures and smoke-filled air met your exterior shell on a weekly basis. You’ve even been dropped into open fields full of bullets and bloody cries. The training you received was minimal, but enough for you to take it and run. You had talent, that talent growing into expertise. You knew how to defend yourself, your reflexes were good. You could shoot a gun and if need be, hold your own. That’s what got you to 141.

They impressed you, they still do. The team worked like a well oiled machine. And when you first saw them, you immediately questioned him.

“What’s with the mask?” You’d asked him, straight to his face. He tilted his head. “Is it still Halloween?”

The boys laughed, but Ghost didn’t. His fingers curled, and he sucked in a breath. You were brand new; not a good way to start off with him. Hey, it’s not your fault he took it the wrong way. You love Halloween. Sometimes you even find the scary things sexy.

Eventually you learned the real reasoning behind his mask, behind the skeleton head that hid his face. Honestly, you were intrigued by it, his anonymity. But sometimes, it got in the way.

“Blood type?” You’d asked, going through each soldier’s file as you became acquainted, some months ago now.

“Unknown.” Your colleague responded.

“What? What do you mean?”

“We have little to no information on Ghost’s background.”

“What if he starts to bleed out? Or needs a blood transfusion?”

“Guess I’ll die.” Came his gruff response.

Spinning around in your small and circular wheeled chair, you saw his bulky body taking up the majority on the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest while leaning against the frame.

Why is she so interested in me? He’d wondered, suspicious of you. What he should’ve been asking himself is, why am I so interested in her?

He’d seen you work on his team, you were efficient and clean. He’d even go so far as to call you fearless. And surprisingly, he finds himself liking that. You were a bit of a brat, but at the heart of your teasing jokes, there was a sense of playful familiarity. And overall, having you around was good for his men. He didn’t know how vital you were to his team, though, until you had to be flown in to rescue him.

Pressing into his wound, you didn’t even feel him flinch. The gauze was soaked in the red stain seeping from the cut in his skin, and you were running out of supplies - you were running out of time. And apparently, your frantic nature showed.

“Hey,” You direct your sternest voice at him. “Ghost - Simon, eyes on me.”

He’s spiraling; body feeling light and his consciousness leaving you quickly. His eyelids are fluttering.

“You worried about me, love?” He was out of it, losing blood and flirting while in his hazy state. It was the first time he’d ever been nice to you.

But really, he wasn’t just being nice because his body was going into shock and losing his grip on reality. He was talking to you this way because he didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to after this.

Giggling, you shook your head, happy that he was now responding to you. “Nah, big boy like you?” Patting his shoulder, you said, “You’ll be just fine.”

Even if he didn’t show it, Simon was worried, too.

“But I bet you wish you’d told me your blood type now.”

He wasn’t happy. Simon didn’t ever seem that happy, but right now, he definitely wasn’t happy. All he’s ever known is a military lifestyle, training and being out in the field. Having his team’s back, contributing to the work effort, that’s what he was best at. And now, he can’t do any of that. At least, not for the next couple weeks.

“I’m not a child.”

“Never said you were.” Rolling your eyes, you openly sass him. “It’s just a blanket.”

It was the first day of him being in your mini infirmary, just the two took up the room. Each of the boys came in to give him a pat on the shoulder, make sure he was doing alright. But in all honesty, Ghost hated this kind of attention. Being coddled and cared for. He could take care of himself.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.” He grunts, looking away almost childishly.

“Suit yourself. I’m gonna go get some pizza.”

At this, he perks up a bit, groaning. “Can you bring me back a box?” Mumbling, he’s still looking away.

Before you leave, you turn back around with a grin. “Sure thing, big boy.”

Once you’re finally gone, he sighs, his emotions contradicting each other inside. Frustration doesn’t even come close to what he’s feeling. He never gets injured in the field. Is he losing his touch? Surely not, he’s still in his glory years. For him, it’s embarrassing to be seen like this, not just in front of the boys but in front of you, though he’d never admit it. You make him feel nervous inside, like he has to heighten the man he already knows himself to be. He has to be tougher around you; he can’t show any weakness. The only problem with that, was that he did have a weakness, a major one. That gaping hole in his chest.

“Alright,” Coming back with two boxes of pizza, you set them on your desk, moving them to the side. “Let’s clean you up.”

“I can do it myself.”

“Okay, look.” Wiping your hands off of your pants, you turn to face him. “This is my job. Would you get angry at Soap for clearing a room before you? Or Price for conducting an infiltration route?”

This makes him stop, closing his mouth for a moment, although you can’t see it.

“I’m part of your team, you have to acknowledge that. Your job is to kill bad guys, and my job,” Taking a few steps toward him, you point to his chest. “Is to fix the mess the bad guys make.”

Ghost shifts his shoulders, looking away from you for just a second. And after a moment, his eyes return to yours, and he nods.

Reaching down, he cracks the knuckles on his hands, and it takes everything in you not to break his eye contact. Every movement of his muscles makes you sweat, the ripples of them more than a beautiful sight. He’s impressive. All he has on right now are a pair of shorts and a bandage wrapped around his upper chest. Other than that, he’s bare. You can see the muscles in his abdomen, the impressive form and firmness of them, the bulges of his biceps and the chorded muscle in his forearms. His legs are thick, huge, sturdy enough to hold his entire weight along with two other men, if need be. Again, impressive.

Satisfied with his nonverbal response, you turn to grab the essentials. Pulling over a small, wheeled tray, you begin your work. Ghost sits up off the back of the bed for you, allowing you to remove the bandages around his chest. He maneuvers himself to sit cross-legged while you do it, his head tilted down to watch you work.

Truthfully, Simon thought you were attractive the moment he saw you. And then you made fun of him. But when he balled up his fists, when he inhaled that sharp breath as a reaction, it wasn’t because he was mad at you. It was because right then and there, he was attracted to you.

“You ever been stabbed like this before?”

He doesn’t answer for a minute, not really wanting to admit it. But then he shakes his head. “No.”

This tells you something, it tells you that you’re tending to the worst injury he’s ever had. And you’re shocked by his answer, you would’ve assumed he’s had worse. But a stab to the chest that just barely misses the heart? Yeah, that’s pretty bad.

He doesn’t budge when you apply the antiseptic, allowing you to work in peace. Once you’ve cleaned the wound, he’s surprised to feel your hands. His eyes widen while keeping his gaze on you, watching as your fingertips explore him. They move across his chest, just barely gliding over his skin.

“Doesn’t look too bad.” You murmur to him, eyes trained on his chest.

Ghost is undeniably the fittest out of the entire team. He’s huge, and not just in height. You haven’t seen his naked torso since the day he was stabbed, and when you were tending to him then, you definitely weren’t thinking about how attracted you were to him. You were working to save his life. But now, you have time to let your thoughts wander, to let yourself experience what he feels like.

Trailing down a bit, your fingers graze over his abdominal muscles, your tongue briefly sliding across your lower lip. His muscles are firm, smooth, and warm. Your touch makes him feel uncertain; he doesn’t know what you’re doing, but it’s making him nervous. Well, not nervous, necessarily but… excited.

“What happened to you being nice to me, huh?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him. And the smile you offer is pretty. “Thought you’d be my best friend after I saved your life.”

This makes him laugh, a small grunt coming out toward the end from his injury. You’re right, he should be nicer to you considering the circumstance. He should also be nicer to you because, well… he fancies you.

“I’m sorry.” He finally acknowledges, albeit quietly. “I know I’ve been acting… standoffish.”

“It’s okay,” Shrugging, you reach for the clean bandages. “I get it, you’re embarrassed.”

Sighing, he looks down at your nimble hands again. “Yeah.”

“Let’s get your blood pressure before you eat.” You then tell him, changing the topic while retrieving your tools. “Then I’ll leave you alone,” Glancing up at him, you grin. “I promise.”

Right now, he doesn’t want you to leave him alone. You’re nice company.

Attaching the cuff over his bicep is a feat in and of itself. His muscles stretch the fabric, but it ends up securing around him adequately. You then take your stethoscope, applying it to his inner elbow while you begin pumping the meter. Glancing up at the machine, you focus on the readings, and absentmindedly, your hand wanders. While continuing to record his data, your free hand slides down his arm and into his palm as you steady yourself beside him.

Widening those pretty brown eyes, he releases a breath, now looking further down. He’s surprised, but honestly, it feels nice. Makes him relax. And while staring at your smaller hand now resting in his, he inhales deeply, curling his fingers slightly around your hand. This makes your head snap to the side, having not fully realized what you’d done. But Ghost doesn’t move when you look at him; he does stare at you though, right into your eyes. And while keeping your gaze, he lightly squeezes your hand. He really is sorry. He’s grateful.

The days following the first are actually pretty nice. With your main focus on Ghost, the rest of the crew seem to leave you alone for the time being.

“You’ve been a big help lately.”

“What?” Comes that thick, English accent. “I’ve done nothing but sit on my ass.”

“Yeah, but it keeps them,” Pointing out into the training yard, you finish, “Off my ass.”

Turning, he stretches, watching his team run around and lift weights on the field behind him, only a window separating them.

“It’s like I told you, sweetheart.” His head then moves, returning his gaze to you. “You’re the finest thing they’ve seen in months.”

“Oh, yeah?” You tease. “What about you?”

Since he’s been nicer, you’ve been spending more time at his side. You didn’t need to sleep here, he was fine by himself, but after that first night, you did. You couldn’t help yourself. Thinking about him all alone in the infirmary while you lay cozied up in bed made you sad. You didn’t want him to get lonely. So, you slept on the small loveseat in the corner, the one the boys usually sit on to smoke. And your sleepovers were starting to make you close, that sweet little nickname being evidence of that.

“What about me?” Under his mask, his face heats up. He knows what you’re asking.

“Am I the finest thing you’ve seen in months?”

Under that skull-painted cover, he grins, giving you a single nod. “You’re pretty.”

“Oh, Ghost,” Walking over to him, you lean into his bicep, clutching it. “I knew you’d eventually fall in love with me.”

Rolling his eyes, he grumbles with an amused tone, “A pretty big pain in my ass.”

After he says this, you laugh, pushing yourself off of him.

“Bones?” Your comm link buzzes slightly, a bit of static coming through.

Pressing your button, you tilt your head to the side. “What’s up?”

“Searg. is calling a meeting.”

“Time?”

“Eighteen hundred.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

“Bones?”

Once your conversation has ended, another one promptly begins. Lifting your head to face him, you raise a brow. “Yeah?”

Ghost tilts his head to the side slightly, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Never heard anyone call you that.”

“Yeah, well you’re not on my med. team.”

“Well, you’re on my team, aren’t you?”

Giving him a thoughtful pout, you eventually answer with, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Then we should know your cover.” His voice is stern and gritty, deep and rumbling. It’s like how he talks out in the field.

“Well, now you do.” Giving him a quick wink, you turn away, intent on doing some paperwork before your meeting.

“What’s the meaning of it?” When you don’t immediately answer, he calls for you. “Bones?”

Something about him using your code name makes you grin.

“I’m known for breaking them.” Turning, you face him once again, a smile plastered across your smooth lips.

“Known for breaking bones?” He clarifies, sounding skeptical.

“Yep.”

“Huh,” He scoffs, “That’s not exactly something to boast about, is it?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be if they were mine.”

Oh, now he gets it.

“I did a lot more than sew up wounds before I came here.” With a heavy sigh, you reminisce on your time in the field. But you made a choice to be here. “I used to break them, now I heal them.”

He never knew. And honestly, this new information only makes him more attracted to you. A badass soldier with a gentle touch? Sounds like his kind of woman.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” You emphasize, “I’ve got some paperwork to do.”

“Fine.” He returns flatly, and you giggle. He really sounds upset about that abrupt ending.

“Think you’re gonna be okay by yourself while I’m gone?”

“Won’t be a problem.” He grunts, shimmying to lay back down. “I’ll just sleep.”

Throughout your hours spent together, you’ve discovered that he’s quite the fan of naps. He takes one every day around three in the afternoon, and you wonder if he’s finally enjoying his rest. It doesn’t help that you often have to leave him while he’s sleeping, though. You’ve liked being by his side lately, it’s comforting. His presence has begun to grow quite kind, and even in the quiet times, it’s nice. But you still have meetings and other duties to tend to. Which include the one you’d been called to.

Ghost’s gentle snore is what prompts you to look up, your eyes searching for his own. But they’re closed, one arm propped behind his head with his other hand laying over his stomach. He’s fully laying on the bed, the blanket only covering up to his waist. He’s still shirtless, and right now, he looks practically naked. Aside from the mask. Eyes trailing up his form, you take in the steady rise and fall of his chest, the light-colored hairs scattering his pectorals, and even further down, leading from his belly button to the hem of his pants. It makes you sigh, he looks peaceful. You’ve never seen him so relaxed.

You don’t like the thought of him waking up to a room empty of you, so to make up for it, you head to the cafeteria. As quietly as you can, you return with a large pizza, one with his favorite toppings on it. Steak, mushrooms, onions, and two kinds of cheese, specifically provolone and American - strange and lengthy details, but ones you memorized, nonetheless. And after you set the box down, taking in another look of him, you turn to leave.

Eventually, the smell wakes him up. How could it not? It’s his absolute favorite thing to eat. But he has to be careful, he needs to keep himself in shape over these couple of weeks, or he’ll need more training than originally planned. Sighing, he props himself up, the realization now setting in.

She did this for me.

He knows it was you and not the boys because of the little note on top of the box.

Ghost,

I’m at a meeting until six tonight, I’m sorry I probably won’t be around when you wake up. Here’s some pizza to make up for it. Hopefully you still love me <3

Bones

He rolls his eyes at that last part, a smile pulling on the edges of his lips. You can be so sarcastic sometimes. But he likes it. You make him laugh.

While you’re gone, Simon thinks about the way you take care of him. You’re so gentle with him when changing his bandages and cleaning his wound. Your smaller hands touch him so softly that it makes him feel things for you. He wonders, is he just interested in you because you’re the only woman around? Or is he interested in you because you’re funny? Because you’re nice? It’s because you’re such a tender caretaker and you remind him of all the love he never got in life.

Looking back at the note, he reads it again. It sounds like you’d regretted leaving him, even for something as important as a medical staff meeting. Maybe you’ve been enjoying his company, too.

When night rolls around, you snuggle up on the couch, pulling the blanket you’d grabbed from your cot over your shoulders. Ghost just stares at you, one leg laying flat on his bed with the other up, the sole of his foot planted on the mattress.

“How the hell do you fit on that?”

Shrugging, you answer with, “It’s easy to fit in places when you’re not an enormous tank.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” Smirking, you can just barely see his eyes in the darkness. Those nearly black orbs find your own, and it makes your chest tighten. “I like the way you’re built.”

He chuckles, amused. “Yeah?” And then he reaches for a pack of cigarettes next to his bed, lifting the edge of his mask. “Why’s that, love?” That word makes the skin on your face burn.

You get a small flash of his face when he lights the end of his cig with a match, and you notice something you’ve never seen before.

“What’s that scar from?” It just comes out on its own. He knows you’re talking about the one on his jaw.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He points out, taking a puff. And for some reason, you find that so hot.

“I’ll answer it if you answer mine.”

Sometimes, you aggravate him. Sighing, he speaks through the darkness, telling you, “Fine.”

A sly grin crosses your face on the other side of the room, and you wonder if he can see it. He can.

“I like men with muscles.” And he likes that answer. “Makes me feel like they can take care of me.”

He exhales calmly into the nighttime air between the two of you, pressing his lips to the cigarette and then inhaling once again. Ghost knows he could take care of you.

And then he thinks about his own response, settling with, “It came from a knife.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “You gotta tell me more than that.”

Flicking the ashes of his cigarette into a tray, he lays back a little on the bed. “It was a mission in the Middle East. Bloody heat was killing me, I had to lift my mask up.”

Oh, wow. Honestly, you were just kidding. You never thought he’d actually tell you anything more. But you take this chance and run with it, listening intently so you don’t miss a single piece of his story.

“We were ambushed,” He continues, shaking his head. “Price never saw it coming.”

Truly, you can’t even imagine. Sure, you had your time in the field, but it was nothing compared to what he’s gone through.

“We took them out, but not before one of them got to me with a knife. Sliced up my jaw.” Ghost exhales a puff of smoke, watching it billow into the air. Then he gently shakes his head. “Didn’t let him get any further ‘n that.”

By the end of the story, his voice has grown flat. Maybe he doesn’t like thinking about his scars. Maybe it’s why he keeps the mask on.

“Could I… could I see?”

“My scar?” Comes his instant response. “What for?”

“I dunno,” Shrugging in the dimly lit light, you glance down at the floor. A timid gesture that he again sees.

After a moment of silence, he figures, what the hell? Having you be close to his face didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Besides, he likes getting a good look at you. Finishing off his cigarette and rubbing the butt of it down into the tray beside him, he says, “Why not?”

Looking up, you shake your head. “It’s okay, I don't have to. I don’t even know why I asked.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Come over here, doll.”

Almost giddily, you do, shoving your blanket to the side and popping up onto your feet. He chuckles deeply upon seeing your reaction, watching you scamper over to him.

“You’re excited about this, huh?”

Shrugging, you grin, standing right next to his bed. “Maybe.”

You don’t give a single shit about his scar. You want to see him. Being close to Ghost gives you a good feeling.

Leaning over, you turn on your desk lamp, illuminating this corner of the room. And when you come back to him, you’re met with the incredible sight of his eyes. They’re dark brown in shade, but in the dim light, they're a dazzling pool of honey. But what really catches your eye is the lower half of his face. His mask is still pulled up, revealing his mouth, chin, and jaw.

“Can I touch?” You then ask, keeping your voice quiet.

He eyes you up and down while your gaze is fixated on his mouth. His lips curl, and he nods. “Sure.”

Lifting your hands, they fall to either side of his face. When you make contact with him, he closes his eyes, exhaling a slow breath, accepting your touch. He can’t remember the last time he let someone do this.

“Hm…” You don’t mean to, but you hum, fingers trailing along his jawline and chin. He has stubble here, just barely. It seems like when he’s crept away to the showers at night, he’s shaved.

Ghost’s eyes trail across your face, feeling your breath on his skin. You’re closer than you ever have been before, and it makes the muscles in his chest tighten, makes his pulse quicken. Licking his lower lip, he whispers, “How’s that feel?”

“Good.” You respond, nodding, your eyes not once leaving his mouth. “I like it.”

“Why’d you want to feel it?” He then wonders aloud, and he wishes you would look up at him. He wants to look into your sweet eyes. “Haven’t you seen enough scars in your lifetime?”

“I don’t really care about scars.”

What the hell?

Scrunching his brow, he then asks, “Then why the hell did you want to see mine?”

Now, you do look up into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you work up the nerve to say what’s floating through your mind. “Because it’s on you.”

Immediately, he swallows. His gaze falls to your mouth for the first time since you’ve been this close, flickering back and forth from your eyes to your now slightly parted lips. And all at once, he sits up a bit straighter, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you in.

As if you’re expecting it, you melt into him, letting him press you to his body. The fingertips on his jaw slide along his cheeks as you move to fully hold his face in your hands, Ghost’s lips easily meeting your own. One large arm slides around your back, hand securing to your waist as he pulls you further into him.

Heartbeat pounding in your veins, you gasp quietly against him, molding your mouth to his as you return his enthusiasm. Your hands hold onto him tightly, sliding down to the back of his neck. But then he stops, releasing a rough sigh and opening his eyes to look at you.

“Come here,” He whispers hurriedly, his other hand reaching out and tugging on you.

“Ghost, I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” His lips are moving over your jaw, his hands still pulling on you.

“You’re healing.”

Scoffing, he leans over the side of the bed, hands securing themselves to your lower back and upper thigh. He then hauls you forward, leaning down so he can hoist you up onto his lap.

“Oh!”

“I go back into the field next week.” He grunts out, now looking up at you. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

“Ghost, I -”

“You know my name?” He asks, his rough, baritone voice demanding your attention.

And suddenly, you feel extremely fucking small. Your legs slide forward and down, straddling him. Quietly, you squeak out, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

Leaning forward, you embrace the excitement of being on top of him. Your hands return to hold his face, and he lets you. Bringing yourself in close, you look into his eyes.

“Simon.”

“That’s right.” Comes his breathy exhale, leaning in to close the small gap between the two of you.

And then Simon’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you further into him. His other lands on your hip, fingers curling around your flesh. He smells like cigarettes and cologne, tastes like mint and tobacco. And you overtly, eagerly, wholeheartedly, welcome him.

“Closer to me,” Simon grumbles, the hand on your hip curling around your lower back. He pulls you until you’re flush against his chest, your breasts pushing up against his clean bandages.

“Simon,”

He groans into your mouth when you use his name, repeatedly moving his lips over your own. Your legs press tightly to the outsides of his thighs, holding him close to your body. And when he feels your hips shift against him, when he hears your soft, delicate moan, he decides to slide his tongue into your mouth. He licks inside, rubbing the wet muscle over your own. Moaning wantonly, it echoes into his throat, the hand on your head sliding down to hold your jaw open. The way he moves against your mouth is almost overwhelming, full of passion and lust and a particular sense of need.

“You wanna take this off for me?” His accent is making you melt. “Can you do that for me, love?”

Tugging impatiently on your shirt, those frosty eyes look into your own with a look of utter desperation. But also control. Ghost was always in control.

Nodding, you reach down, finding the edges of your longsleeve shirt and slipping it up and over your head.

“Oh…” He moans - Ghost fucking moans. His head immediately dips down to the luscious space between your breasts, mouth finding your skin.

“Oh,” It comes as a complete surprise, him surging down to kiss you here. “Simon…”

Fuck, you’ve wanted to do this since you met him. You both have.

His mouth drags along the curves of your chest, and you’re surprised when they’re followed by tender kisses. And then his hands drop, groping your ass.

“I want you.” He growls against your breasts, nipping at the soft slopes of them. “What do you want, love?”

“I want you, Simon.” Nodding quickly, your hands slide back up to his face. In your hurried state you accidentally move the fabric of his mask just a bit, and his hands come flying up to your forearms as soon as it happens.

“Don’t take it off.” It’s a firm boundary, a stern warning. His head lifts, too, eyes staring menacingly into you.

“I wouldn’t, I won’t.” He looks at you almost skeptically. “I respect your privacy.”

When he doesn’t budge, you wiggle on top of him. “Please. Simon, I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

Slowly, his hands leave your forearms, loosening their grasp. He’s deciding to trust you.

One of those meaty hands falls to your chest, still holding your gaze while he cups you. The other rises to your neck, fingers curling around the back to pull you in again. This time, though, he doesn’t return to your lips. This time, he goes to your neck. Rolling your head to the side, you let him, feeling Simon’s teeth scrape along your skin. He’s feeling every inch of you that he can, hands falling to your ass when he feels you move over him. With a firm grasp, he urges you forward and back, grinding your covered crotch over his own. And while he’s busy exploring you, you take this opportunity to explore him.

Delicately, your fingertips slide down his face, down the chorded muscles along his neck, landing on his sculpted shoulders and then moving to his biceps. When you squeeze the thick meat of his arms, he groans, smirking mischievously against you. With your nails scraping lightly over his taut skin, they quickly find his back, gently scratching him. His muscles are flexing, damn near all of them. He’s so worked up with you like this on top of him. And he’s still moving you, shoving your hips over his crotch and manhandling you in the softest way he knows how. He’s strong, but he’s gentle with you.

The length of him is palpable beneath his thin shorts, settling right into your covered folds. And it makes you moan, makes your breaths pick up and your center pulse. The air is thick with arousal, the room lit dimly in the soft, yellow hue of your small lamp. His breaths are hot, fanning across your face in humid and heavy wafts. But then he stops, taking a breath. And for some reason, your sass decides to fill this brief, empty space.

“So,” Sighing, you’re also working to catch your breath. “Does this mean you think I’m pretty?”

He chuckles, that beautiful smile making itself known. “Does this mean you like my muscles?”

“I love your muscles.” Wiggling even closer to him, you grin, sucking in a tight and excited breath. Your one hand then slides down his chest, his abs, curling around to hold his hip, your thumb just barely brushing his pelvis.

“Yeah? Even when you’re sewing ‘em up?” He asks, that deliciously rich accent making you flutter inside.

“You can’t do that again.” Shaking your head, your hands move to hold his face. It’s a tender act. “You can’t scare us like that again.”

That night, you swear you started to see the light fade out of his eyes, and that, well… that was a first for you. You saved Simon’s life.

“You care about me, eh?” He replies in the cockiest voice.

“Your team cares about you.” Eyes flickering down to the bandages on his chest, you then say, “And yeah, maybe I do, too.”

Simon’s body flexes beneath you, hips rutting up into your own. And now, it’s his turn to hold your face in his hands. He lifts your jaw, making you look at him.

“Hey, don’t worry about that now.”

“Are you okay?” Eyes darting back up to his, they’re filled with concern from the memories of that day. “With me sitting like this on you?”

He gives you a cocky grin. “I’m just fine, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about me. I’m a big boy, remember?”

This makes you smirk, one hand finding its way to his pelvis with much more confidence than before. “Is that right?”

“That’s right.” He nods, keeping that gorgeous grin. “Think you wanna take it?”

Breathing out a small laugh, you give your head a single shake. “I never knew you wanted to fuck me so bad.”

“You never noticed the things I’ve said to you?”

“No, I noticed. I just thought… maybe it was harmless flirting.”

At this, his head tilts, eyes boring into your kind orbs. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me harmless in my entire life.”

“Yeah, you’re one scary motherfucker.” Leaning in to kiss him, he accepts it with a heated moan. “And I find that sexy as hell.”

“Well, you said you like fixing bones.” He’s feeling desperate for you at this point; it’s like you won’t stop teasing him “Hop on this one, then.”

“Oh my god, you really are like every other fucking guy.” But you’re already reaching for the bottom of your sports bra, slipping it off your torso in one go.

“God damn.” Large hands instantly return to your breasts, cupping and weighing your tits in his palms. His chest dips dramatically from releasing such a heavy breath, leaning in to kiss one of your delicate peaks. It’s firm and wet, the repeated press of his lips. And it wouldn’t be so overwhelming if he wasn’t practically making out with your tits.

Seeing your naked form for the first time sets his own alight. He always knew you were a sexy little thing, and now, he’s got first hand proof. Your curves look delicious, and if he weren’t in a tiny medical bed, he’d lay you down to lick them.

“You want me?” He doesn’t expect this sort of response, his surprise going tenfold when he feels you reach down between your bodies.

“Oh,” He releases a tight breath, feeling you run a finger over his erection.

Staring into your eyes, he gives you an almost predatory gaze. “You know I do.”

Easily, you slide your shorts and panties to the side, revealing your delicate sex to him, though he can only barely see it. And then you’re reaching down, fingers curling over the band of his shorts to pull him out. When you do, he releases a sound you’ve never heard from him before, his jaw hanging low. He’s long and firm, crimson at the head and already leaking. The pulsations rocking through his cock are, at this point, an almost painful sensation; and when you look down, you grin. Letting the length of him rest on his lower abdomen, you move yourself so you can slide your glistening lips over him.

Simon hisses at the contact, strong hands cementing themselves to your hips. But he doesn’t stop you from moving. If anything, he only encourages you to.

“You get off on this?” He suddenly asks, the feeling of your slippery center sliding against him making his head spin and his insides tense. “Fucking your superior?”

“Baby,” You laugh, shaking your head while continuing to move over him. “I’m on the med. team, you’re not my superior.” Taking a breath, you reach out, grabbing his jaw and lowering your voice to speak. “But you did get one thing right. I do want to fuck you.”

Before he can say anything, you’re lifting yourself, his throbbing tip prodding at your entrance. You hold his gaze, an unexpected moan drifting from your lips when you finally begin to feel him.

“Fuck,” He grits out, fingers digging into your sides and urging you down. “Come on, precious. You can take it.”

Sliding down only a few mere inches, you wince. Holding onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into his skin, scratching harshly at the firm muscles all along him. He’s bigger than you’d imagined him to be. His girth is wider than you’ve ever had, and when you reach down to feel him you quickly discover he also isn’t lacking in length.

His military voice then comes out, that stern, commanding tone. “Focus - hey, eyes on me.” Irises snapping up to his, you do as you’re told. “That’s a good girl.” Jesus Christ, you didn’t expect a single ounce of praise to come from him.

Simon’s dominant hand then slides down, the pad of his thumb finding the reddened nub at the peak of your sex. Your hips jolt when he presses the thick digit against you, but with his free hand on your back, he brings you in. He applies pressure, prompting you to lean on him, his mouth seeking out your nipples once again. Slipping his tongue out and over your skin, it forces you to whine, feeling your hips rock involuntarily against him. With the stimulation coming from his thumb and tongue, you find yourself relaxing, resting on the weight of him.

“Feels good, yeah?”

Your fingers find the back of his head, your own dropping back. “Yes…”

It’s overwhelming and sexy as all fucking hell. Simon can see the marks he’s left on your neck, shoulder and chest, and he grins, knowing they’ll be there in the morning even if he won’t be able to see them. He doesn’t stop the movement of his thumb, keeping the same amount of pressure as he swirls little circles over your sensitive clit. His mouth is sucking on you, too, his tongue running over your nipples in wet and passionate swipes. And altogether, it works like a charm, lubing you up enough for him to slide entirely inside.

“Simon.”

“You’ve got it, yeah… there we go…” The only hand that moves is the one that was touching your clit, fingers now attaching themselves to your hip once you’re entirely seated on him.

“Fuck me,” You’re clinging to his shoulders, both arms wrapping around his neck. He’s removed himself from your tits, resting his face in the slope of your shoulder, just beside your throat.

He’s searing hot and filling you completely, his tip seated deep in your guts as you pulse around him violently. And Simon’s aware of his size, so he waits for you to make the first move. And he snuggles into you while he does, resting in this brief lull.

Feeling another person surrounding his body like this brings out a sensation from the depths of his heart, a feeling he hasn’t experienced in genuine years, decades, even. He feels like he can relax in your embrace, like he can let go with you.

“Oh, god.” Head dropping back, you shift slightly, beginning to move.

“Yes,” He encourages you, reaching up to hold your neck. “That’s it.” And then he pulls, bringing you down to him. Your lips meet in a small clash, tongues colliding as soon as you make contact.

This entire event awakens something inside of you. It’s like he’s consuming you, taking over your body and every part of your mind. And you’ve felt like this for weeks, months; you’ve ached for him. At night you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him, and during the day, you’ve dreamt about him. It was so hard to be in his presence, knowing you couldn’t have him, that he probably didn’t even want you in the first place. But he does; he wants you just as badly as you want him.

Simon sways his body with you, leaning back against the head of the bed. He uses this slight change in position as leverage to shove his hips up into you, giving you small and shallow thrusts. But he lets you do most of the work, grinning while admiring the way in which you find your pace.

“You’re a tight thing, aren’t you?” His voice is gruff, eyes lowering to stare at the space where you’re repeatedly connecting. And then they furrow, mouth dropping open when he finally witnesses you lifting and lowering your hips. “And look how well you’re taking me…”

“You’re… so fucking big.” Lowering your head, you then offer a half smirk, shaking your head at him. “Guess you really do have reason to be cocky, huh?”

“Damn right, and I’m glad you know it.”

“Jesus - fuck!” The first word is said through a scoff, the second through a high yelp.

“You feel like makin’ fun of me again?” Simon then challenges, having lifted his feet and planted them directly on the edge of the bed. He uses this leverage to punch himself up into you, huffing out a sharp breath when he feels you fall onto his chest.

“Fuck, baby - I’m sorry.” You immediately lift yourself up, looking down at his bandages. “Are you alright?”

The fact that you’ve so easily been able to call him baby makes Simon smile, his teeth even showing for the first time that you’ve ever seen.

“You need to stop asking me that.” He says in that deeply, gritty tone. And then he shoves you forward again, knees high in the air as he lets you rest over his chest.

Your arms slide around his neck, clinging to him as he begins to shove himself up into you. Sucking in a deep breath, he grunts out beside your face, his arms wrapping around your naked torso. He’s starting to feel sweaty, sticky, his skin warm and glistening. And at this point he’s bouncing you on his cock, your ass slapping down onto his pelvis with every move. He let you have your fun; now, he’s fucking you.

“Oh my fucking god,” You’re trying desperately to keep up to move yourself back against him, but he doesn’t allow it. He’s punching the breath from your lungs, one hand sliding up your back to hold your head.

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Are you alright?”

“S-Shut up, Ghost.” Comes your stuttered response, now gasping from how deep he’s hitting.

“Uh-uh,” He tuts, “Say my name, sweetheart. Sounds so good comin’ outta that pretty little mouth.”

This makes you laugh, a small hiccup of a sound due to his intense movements beneath you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, wanna hear you say it when we fuck.”

“Oh, so this is going to happen again?” You tease, feeling his groans vibrate through his chest. Jesus, he’s so sturdy.

Leaning forward, he grabs a fistful of your ass, growling into your ear, “I damn sure want it to.”

You take advantage of his closeness, turning your head to capture his lips. “You’re so fucking deep.”

“Yeah? You want me to stop?” He whispers in return against your lips.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

At this point, he’s panting beneath you, sliding down a little further on the bed. You move with him, still holding onto his firm body with a wild desperation. And he keeps your lips on him, shoving his tongue inside your mouth while keeping his brutal pace.

If you were dripping before it’s nothing compared to now. You’re leaking down his shaft, the creaminess of your arousal coating him entirely. And he can feel it; it’s making his eyes roll back into his head.

“You’re gonna make me cum, squeezin’ around me like that.”

One of your hands lowers, moving down to hold onto his bicep, and then his forearm. Turning your head to the side, you smile, ignoring his comment while you breathe out lightly, “I love your tattoos, baby.”

“You just love praisin’ me, don’t you?” In two seconds, that tattooed forearm rises, hand grabbing your face. “Bring those pretty eyes back to me.” And when you look into those endlessly deep eyes of his, he grits out sternly, “Eyes. On. Me.”

“Simon,” It’s a small whine, one uttered when you feel him strike gold inside. “Please make me cum.” Your head drops to his shoulder, and what he does neck surprises you. He kisses your fucking cheek.

“I can do that for you.”

As if things couldn’t become more intense, he takes it up a notch, ramming into you and forcing your face into the crook of his neck. His hand on the back of your head holds you there, and when you bite into his neck, he groans into the nighttime air.

“Yesss, baby, don’t stop. Oh my god, please don’t stop.” He’s so big beneath you, his muscles bulging against your naked chest. And he revels in the feeling of your soft tits pressing against him, your beautiful body bouncing as it gets fucked by him.

“Fuck me,” Comes his gasped out curse, muttering, “Such a good pussy.”

“Fu-uck,”

He’s pounding against that delicate spot that’s making you go dumb, your arms and thighs beginning to shake around him.

“G-Ghost, I’m…”

“Say my name, say it again.” His voice is deep and thick, stuttering a bit. “One more time for me.” His thighs are flexing beneath your ass, one arm wrapped around your back and the other gripping the flesh on your hip.

It’s overwhelming, the feeling shoving its way through your body, coursing through your veins. The excitement of it all is something you haven’t felt in too long of a time, if ever before. Swallowing, you gather yourself enough to do as he says, once again, uttering his name.

Immediately after, he’s cumming, hips breaking their pace and length throbbing inside you. His forceful shoves against your g-spot make you crumble above him, onto him, your body shaking. The way you’re holding onto him makes him feel like he can do anything, makes him think you feel safe with him. And you do. The world could be crumbling and still, you’d cling to him, knowing he’d hold you in his arms.

Quivering limbs press against him, your body going a bit numb from the intensity of it all. Your center pulses around his girth, squeezing him tightly while you wash him in your arousal. You can feel his, too, the milky ropes shooting into you, and you revel in the fact that your body has made his feel this good. He’s breathing harshly beside you, pectorals flexing against your naked chest. You’ve never heard him groan so forcefully, not even when he’s out working. And that makes you smile, knowing you bring those noises out of him. A blissful smile crosses your face, body rolling in waves as you experience your own high above him.

“Fuck me,” His accent is thick, coating the shell of your ear. He’s petting at your hair, body beginning to slump down on the mattress beneath him. “You okay there, princess?”

You’re quiet, still trying desperately to find your breath. Swallowing, you nod, turning your head to kiss his throat, breathing heavily against him. And while his body relaxes, he holds yours above him, urging you to do the same.

“Maybe I should get hurt a little more often,” He looks over, pointer finger curling under your chin, gently lifting you to look at him. “If it means seein’ you.”

Part Two

#Jesus Christ #I need him #Simon baby I love you #I really do #you're my big beefy man #Simon Riley #Simon Riley x you #Simon Riley x reader #Simon Ghost Riley #Simon Ghost Riley x you #Simon Ghost Riley x reader #Simon Riley smut #Simon Ghost Riley smut #Ghost cod #Ghost Call of Duty

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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hi again! I have many headcanons stored inside my brain right now, so I’ve got some headcanons for Vox right now!

May not be completely canon but I’ll try my best to get Vox as canon as possible and not OOC! (I have a lot more sir pentious hcs though if you’re willing to hear..)

Also, I apologize if my English isn’t great, or if my grammar is off, orrrr.. whatever. I natively speak Armenian, so, fun fact I guess. Sometimes I struggle with English but I hope this is good enough!

Vox; NSFW

Vox 100% only shows his submissive nature around people whom he trusts most, specifically you. He, of course, retaliates and makes smartass remarks whenever he’s subbing, but that’s to be expected from a man that’s just born to be a brat.

He battles with Valentino for dominance which, to my knowledge, is canon. I feel like it definitely takes way too long for them to decide who will be the sub because neither of them want to give up the title of the dom. But when you come along, it’s obvious who the dom will be. (Well, at least to you and Vox, since he obviously gets humiliated if everyone else knows that he likes getting fucked by you.)

He wouldn’t immediately falter. He retaliates and retaliates and retaliates. But he does eventually give into your demands and becomes a good boy.

But even if he is being a good boy, I think it would be fun to play around with him and degrade him no matter how good he’s doing. Of course throw some random praises into the mix, but I just wanna degrade him so bad. (Maybe I just like being mean to fictional men all the time. Dunno.)

Call him a slut, tell him he’s pathetic, whatever you want to say. He’ll be either 1: retaliating, or 2: whimpering and not even being able to respond since he’s probably too fucked out of his mind to do so.

But if you decide to be nice with him and praise him, he’ll just end up sobbing. Don’t know why, but he will. He’ll be sobbing while calling you mommy as you’re pegging him or riding him or whatever you wish to do.

Now, onto some more juicy stuff. I feel like he cums really fast. Especially when he’s got that boycunt. One feather light touch and he is DONE FOR. Eat him out and he will be squirting almost immediately because he just loves how your tongue feels inside of him.

ALSO, he’s definitely the smug ass type to be sending you pics whenever he’s masturbating. He probably has a smug grin when he’s sending you a picture of him playing with his pussy. Or he’ll even send videos, where he’s moaning and begging for you.

To be fair, he would still do this when he has his cock, no doubt. He would be jerking himself off while fucking himself with a dildo and begging for you. But I feel like he gets 100x more needy whenever he switches his parts out for a pussy.

It’s just a weird light switch that goes off in his brain. Like, wow, he has a pussy. Now he needs you to fuck his wet cunt until he sobs. Don’t make me explain I just know it happens somehow

When he doesn’t have his cunt however, he LOVES being pegged. In my opinion he’s a pegging enthusiast. Get the strap out and he will get so damn desperate for the dildo attached to it.

He gets super whiney when you’re using pegging as a punishment for him. You can do it really fast and rough because he’s been a brat, and make it so that he probably won’t be able to walk for the next, what, 3 days? (Overexaggeration.. but still.)

OR you could do it AGONIZINGLY slow as a punishment. Go as slow as possible while fucking into him with your plastic dick while he begs for you to speed up, but you just keep going at the slowest pace you can. He needs to get put into his place.

I feel like he would immediately get horny from hugs from behind. Don’t know why, but whenever you walk up to him from behind and put your arms around his waist while you may be whispering something to him, it feels to intimate to him and he either whimpers or try to ward you off.. although not really, since he’s just being a brat. He wants you to keep holding him forever.

He probably likes rough sex most of the time. But if he’s stressed or tired, he wants super fluffy sex where you’re taking care of him and making sure to be as soothing as possible. Gently fuck into him with your strap while he holds onto your shoulders since he’s on his back. Make him feel like he’s getting fucked into the clouds but in the most fluffiest of ways. And make sure to give him the best aftercare.

About the rough sex thing, however, BE ROUGH. He doesn’t want it TOO rough, since he’s sensitive. But fuck him into absolute oblivion until he can’t even remember his own name. Instead, the only thing clouding his mind is you, you, you. Make him cum over and over again while having no plan on stopping until he’s too overstimulated to go on.

Or you can edge him until he’s obedient enough for you. Put a cock ring on his cock and make sure he cannot cum while you thrust your strap into him. He needs consequences, he needs to get karma, for being such a brat.

Onto aftercare: GIVE HIM SOOTHING AFTERCARE. Make sure to give him plenty of cuddles and kisses from underneath the fluffiest blue (it HAS TO BE SPECIFICALLY BLUE) blanket you can find. Give him snacks and watch a movie with him. If it’s messy, then of course clean up beforehand.

But if either of you are too tired for either of those things, then he’s completely fine with cuddling you to sleep while having soft dreams of you, and only you.

Had to make sure to end a bit fluffy haha

Sorry if this is bad, or if you have already said some of these things before. Perhaps we share a braincell or perhaps I just agree with a lot of the things you say. Who knows?

i’m literally so spent and borderline delirious but this is the best thing i’ve received all day oh my god. lowkey improved my mood so much.

i won’t say much because you did literally amazing work and covered all the bases, but the idea of him with a smug smile sending videos of him fingering himself… yeah. yeah i dig it.

#dom reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #vox x reader #inbox open #sub vox

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madlittlecriminal · 7 months

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Can you write general nsfw headcanons about Jaime Reyes? I’m so feral for him 😫

Jaime in Bed [headcanons]

it’s officially smuttober y’all! we’re starting it off with my new baby boy. anon, i don’t blame you…im feral for him too.

Warnings: pure filth, guess what? i don’t discriminate, so i added filth for people with a penis & people with a vagina

Honestly, I’m a firm believer that Jaime would rather be on the giving end than the receiving end when it comes to oral

His priority is to please you and make you feel good

If we’re talking about a dom/sub dynamic, he’d most likely be a switch

Dom!Jaime would be soft.

He’d praise you relentlessly saying how good you are and how you deserve every inch of him, body, soul and cock

If you were fine with hickeys, he’d mark you in places that only you two would see.

If not, he wouldn’t care because he knew you were his.

He would also try new things with you like if you were into choking, he’d try it

If you were fine with being tied up, he’d be down to give it a go

Going back to oral, he’d be the type to let you grip his curls, but also intertwine his fingers with yours as a way to hold your hand while pleasing you

If you give him head while he’s in dom space, he’d praise you

I’m also a firm believer that he’s not quiet

He’d moan and groan for you, letting you know how good you feel around his cock whether it’s with your mouth or your entrance (vaginal or anal)

He wouldn’t be shy at all to make a sound.

Maybe at first he would, but afterwards he’d get more comfortable

Now sub!Jaime?

Praise him. He’s been through a lot and he’s a hero

But…he wouldn’t mind you being a little rough with him, but not too rough

If you’d give him head, he’d be a mess

He wouldn’t mind you choking him either or tying him up

Again, he’d moan for you and maybe even whimper because he wasn’t shy about it

You’d tell him how much of a good boy he is while taking him (anal or vaginal)

And god, this man would love it

He’d probably cum right then and there

Positions didn’t matter to the both of you

Unless you were both comfortable, that’s all that mattered to the both of you

If it was your first time, he would be so gentle, and make it a night you wouldn’t forget.

If it wasn’t your first time, you’d wish it was.

Jaime was so good to you in bed just as much as he was when you weren’t in bed

Especially when you both just wanted a night without the dom/sub dynamic, it would be a night filled with love making

Either way, sex with Jaime was always filled with pleasure

It would also end in a ton of aftercare because this mega softie would want to take care of you after dom or not

#jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes x y/n #smut #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle x you #blue beetle x y/n #jaime reyes smut #dc universe #dceu #asks #ask #anonymous #anon asks #anonymous asks

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soupwoopsage · 3 months

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Three’s a Crowd

pairing: sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt x reader

summary: it’s the next school year after you have defeated ranrok while saving hogwarts in the process. you’d think that all of the students would treat you nicely and see you as a hero but it was quite the opposite. the only time they ever left you alone was when you were with your best friends, one day someone slipped up in front of you three….

note: more of a friendship type story? i wanted something cute with our boys

warnings: mentions and acts of bullying from randoms

“alright class that will be all for today, be sure to study up on the pages i have assigned for you tonight” professor weasley announces while dismissing all of you

“ah y/n, will you please come up here before you leave to help me with something?” she says while walking towards her desk

you give her a nod and gather up all your books

“typical, of course she’d ask the teachers pet for help” you hear a slytherin boy huff behind you while snickering amongst others

you turn around with a scowl on your face, but quickly turn back around when you saw how many of them were there looking at you. you really did not want to deal with them all today

you quickly grab your books and make your way towards professor weasley

after a small talk about some new field guide pages she located for you in lower hogsfield you make your way out of the classroom in hopes you wouldn’t run into anyone

of course you thought too soon, as there was a group of slytherin students standing against the wall waiting for you to walk out of the class

“well well well, isn’t it the teacher pet” one boy says as they start to surround you

“could we just not today? i still don’t know why you feel so irritated with me…” you say looking down at your shoes, really wanting to disappear into the ground

“you know exactly why” the boy sneered as he slams your books to the ground “thinking you are some kind of hero, we all know you are just a show off that stole house points from us. you don’t deserve to be here you know” he says kicking your books away

the others laugh at his actions and whisper amongst each other

“everyone knows hufflepuffs are just crybabies” he says inching closer to your face

you wanted to cry, you wanted to scream for some kind of help but it was no use. everyone seemed to scatter away once the interaction started

“are you gonna cry out for sebastian? or ominis? they can’t protect you forever. even they will eventually see how pathetic you are” he says with gritted teeth before motioning everyone to “come on”

as they all walk past you, some bump your shoulder while others kick your books further away from you

you stand still, staring at your shoes until you don’t hear anyone anymore. you quickly go to pick up your books and start walking towards the boathouse, hoping for some privacy, as you made it to the top of the steps you feel hot tears starting to roll down your face

no no, i can’t cry. i shouldn’t cry

picking up the pace quickly down the stairs before anyone sees you like this, you thought to your self. you did feel pathetic, you couldn’t even stand up for yourself, you’re suppose to be some kind of hero?

“y/n hey! whoa slow down!”

you recognize the voice from behind you

no no no don’t see me like this

you stop in your tracks and wipe your tears the best you could before turning on your heels facing your best friends

“hello” you whimper out

“whoa y/n are you okay? what’s wrong?” sebastian says walking up to you, ominis following closely behind

“did something happen to you?” ominis asks, making his way closer to you

“no i just fell and damaged some of my books. i guess it just kind of made me emotional” you lie showing your damaged books

“i don’t suppose repairo would work on those huh” sebastian says staring down at your books

“is that what really made you upset y/n?” ominis questions, clearly not buying your story

damn him for seeing through you

“yeah i’m okay! let’s go down to the boathouse, i wanted some time away from everyone” you say, turning on your heels walking down the rest of the stairs, avoiding their questions

the boys agree while following closely behind you. you could hear them whisper to each other, talking about how there’s something definitely wrong with you. choosing to ignore them, you keep making your way down the stairs.

finally making it to the bottom, the three of you put your bags down and walk towards the end of the dock and sat down. having both boys on either side of you now, you felt a little bit more safe.

“are you sure everything’s alright y/n? you really don’t seem okay” sebastian says worried looking into your eyes “you know we can tell you’ve been crying”

“i’m okay i promise, i just have a lot of my mind” you say looking into the water

“well you know you could tell us. that’s what we are here for” ominis says leaning in closer to you

you smile at your friend, putting your hand on his shoulder “maybe soon i’ll let you guys know. but for now let’s enjoy the weather yeah?” you say reassuring your friends

sebastian gives you a huff and looks into the water

the three of you sit for a little bit, talking about your day and laughing together until a pair of girls come walking onto the docks behind you ruining the moment for the three of you

you hear the girls snicker behind you and whisper “look at her with both of them as if they would want someone like her”

“threes definitely a crowd, who does she think she is sitting with the two most popular slytherins in school” the other girl laughs in a hush tone as they walk towards the opposite side of the dock

you stiff up hearing their voices and almost immediately feel the waterworks’s coming back up

“what did you two say?” sebastian calls out, now completely turned around looking at them with an annoyed look

“o-oh nothing sebastian! we were just talking to ourselves” one of the girls says, clearly embarrassed that he heard her

ominis begins to stand up and wipe off his robes “you know i may be blind girls but i’m not deaf, you two really must work on your whispering” he says walking towards them with sebastian

“do you have something you wanted to say to us or were the two of you about to go somewhere else” sebastian says, annoyance lacing his voice

“w-we were just leaving yeah, right?” one girl speaks to her friend. the other one nods and quickly tugs her friend away back up the stairs away from the boathouse

you sit there stunned watching your friends stand up for you, shocked that they would even do such a thing. it’s not like what the girls were saying was wrong, why would they even want to be around someone like me

they both turn around a make their way back towards you

“is this what’s been going on? have people been saying stuff like this to you alot?” sebastian questions, pulling you up from your sitting position

“kind of…” you admits, looking down at your shoes

“why haven’t you told us y/n?” ominis asks

“i just didn’t want to worry you. plus it’s not like they are wrong, i don’t feel very worthy of your friendships” you say, clearly letting the bullies words infiltrate your mind

“are you kidding me? do you know all you have done for me? are we not going to discuss when i went practically crazy last year?” sebastian questions, clearly baffled with your words

“you must know how much you have done for us y/n, how much you have done for hogwarts. we are glad we met you and wouldn’t want it any other way” ominis says, placing his hand up on your shoulder, rubbing it slightly

you look up at ominis and smile at the both of them “s-sorry for saying that then… i just have been taking it from everyone for so long. you two are really the only ones i have right now” you admit, looking between the boys

“we are so glad to have met you, you truly mean everything to us. you are our charge” sebastian says with a small blush creeping up onto his freckles

you smile, your face also feeling hot as you pull both of the boys in for a hug

“i really do love the both of you” you admit, blushing into the hug

the boys hug you back, practically squeezing the air out of you in the process

“now then…” sebastian starts while pulling away “where are the others that have been messing with you”

“actually most of them of slytherin boys…”

“oh for the love of merlin”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #y/n #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x hufflepuff #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt #sebastian x ominis #ominis x mc #ominis x oc #ominis x reader #ominis x y/n #ominis imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader

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nyanggk · 1 year

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MY SHY HUSBAND — s.jy

PART 1 : HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SIM!

PAIRING enhypen jake x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS after spending your dinner drunkenly talking and eating with the birthday boy, the alcohol in both your systems make you seem more logical than when you're sober... kinda.

GENRE romance, arranged marriage, smut

WARNING alcohol consumption, profanities, piercings SEXUAL WARNINGS smut, dubcon, degradation, cockwarming, marking, blow job, hand job, piercing, dom/sub dynamics, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

WC. 5.8k

— tysm for waiting for the continuation of this fic! with that said, this will be the end of this universe T-T just a psa for all my morally sensitive readers out there, both of them are crazy in some other types of way (jake just seems like the crazier one out of the two) also lmk if there are typos, missing, or mispelled words here in the fic so I can fix them ♡

Marrying Jake was never part of the plan, having a civil conversation with him wasn't, drinking, eating, and touching him like this was never even supposed to happen. You loathed Jake, and wanted him out badly so you can take your old life back. Because of him, you're on a lock 24/7, always being watched by your mother. You think it's unfair how she treats Jake with more concern than he's ever shown towards you, but you guessed that's what money does to people.

Though as of late, Jake seems to be finding more and more ways to work his impending charm onto you, making your heart swoon and ache rotten with sugar. Slowly, you've come to welcome the boy with open arms, and inevitably, with open legs.

"Come here, pretty boy." Gesturing for him to come closer with a pat of your hand on the soft mattress. You look at him with a smirk, posture leaned back casually as if you hadn't just exposed Jake's secret agendas.

The nicknames that spill out of your mouth seem to roll off naturally, your soft side slightly showing with each sweet gesture and petname you call him.

Jake takes small, shy steps towards you. You hate having to wait, so when he reaches an arms length, you lean forward, tugging his body swiftly to sit on your lap, making his cheeks bloom red as his mind registers the provocative position you've put yourselves in.

"Why're you being so shy, huh, Jake?" You ask teasingly as you raise an eyebrow at him. "With how loud you were the other night, I'd think you wanted the whole hotel to find out how much of a slut you are."

Placing your hand on his hips, you watch as Jake bites his plump lips in an attempt to contain his whines, closing his eyes along the way in order to conceal how desperate he is just to have you touch him where he needs you most.

"I-I didn’t think I was that… loud." He stutters in a pout. "I didn't mean for you to hear…"

"Oh baby, but you were." You press on, head leaning impossibly close to his, and Jake thinks you're about to kiss him, eyeing your lips in a daze. "You were so fucking loud, puppy. Couldn't sleep with how pretty you were whimpering for just my pillow."

Now, Jake is unable to contain the whine slash whimper that escapes his lips when you press your thumb onto his boner. Amusement fills your face as it twitches under your touch— so much so that you go to press your whole palm against it, wanting to see his reaction, and you're blessed to hear a long dragged out moan from him as a sigh of relief.

"You hear how good you sound, baby?" You ask, continuing to massage his aching cock underneath all those layers of clothing. "Who could resist not fucking themselves to that?"

Jake gasps when he hears your words along with your hand hitting the sweet spot on the tip of his cock. "You… you… put your fingers… inside?" He manages to squeak out, panting through the pleasure as he eyes the way your elegant hands work themselves on him.

You coo, somehow finding his reply to be incredibly adorable due to the way his face breaks into pleasure at the slightest stimulation you apply on his needy body.

"Yeah, Jake. I had them all inside me." You tease, dragging the word "all" to emphasize how aroused you had been, amazingly taking all of your fingers inside just so you can form some sort of simulation as to how Jake's dick would fit inside you.

Continuing your verbal torture, you say, "Got so wet hearing you moan my name, pretty. I couldn't help it. You don't mind, do you?"

Though you already knew the answer, you still wait patiently for Jake to comprehend, and process the meaning behind your words, afterwards smiling with glee at how his face breaks into the most delicious, most desperate expression on earth with his mouth hanging open, and brows crashing together as he imagines the scenario happening just between the hotel walls.

"D-Don't! I-I'd never mind."

"Good boy." You purr, running your free hand through his blonde locks. "Then you wouldn't mind fucking me, would you?"

"N-No! Fuck, No." He screams. "Please do; Fuck me."

Clicking your tongue in amusement at how compliant your husband is, the corner of your mouth rises into a smirk as you conclude, "You are a whore, huh?"

"Yes." He answers in the same desperate voice, making your wetness seep through the fabric of your own underwear as you push Jake's chest back, making him fall softly onto the mattress next to you.

"You're such a whore, Jake. And here everyone thinks you're some sort of pure innocent angel that fell from the sky." You spit out, clicking your tongue at the end. "You're just a little slut for some pussy, aren’t you?"

Jake whines at that, back pressed against the mattress as he watches you in front of him with hooded eyes. "N-No…"

Tilting your head in interest, you ask, "No?"

"'M only like this… with you."

Leaning forward, some of your weight rests against Jake's thigh— including your breasts. He watches as you come close to him, a hint of silver catching his attention when you lick your lips, and Jake concludes right then and there that it's his most favorite part of you.

As you were just about to ask him for his clear consent, Jake takes you by surprise by asking his own question.

"Can you give me a blow job, please?" He timidly yet hurriedly asks, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the fabric of your covers as he avoids eye contact, heart feeling too flustered to be asking such a bold question.

The piercing on your tongue is driving him wild, and he doesn't need much material for his mind to run wild with scenarios of the hard metal pressing against parts of his dick. He can only imagine how good it'll feel.

Chuckling in amusement, you ask why. "I want to feel your piercing on my… you know."

"Your dick." You complete for him, laughing at the fact that though he is a whore for how desperate he is to be fucked. Though on the inside, he's just a shy little puppy that's been too good to say such vulgar words. But the idea of no dirty talk and teasing isn't in your book. So, if Jake wants you so badly, he's going to have to adjust to your preferences, and you have no doubt he'll fall deeply in love with the way you talk to him, close to the level that he has with your existence.

"Then if Jake wants my mouth on him, don't you think he should undress himself for me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, watching the knobs turn inside Jake's head. "Won't you put on a show for me, baby?"

Nodding and agreeing shyly, Jake eagerly sits up and pushes himself off the bed. Now, he's standing, and you're admiring him with your palms pressed onto the mattress as you lean back, waiting for him to start his show.

Though you can clearly tell how tense and awkward he is with the way he's standing, you make no comment nor teasing remarks. Instead, you wait for him patiently to start moving.

Slowly building up the confidence to start his strip show, he skims his hand underneath the thin cloth of his white t-shirt, the outline of his abs slowly peeking the more he raises his palms towards his upper body. His shirt bunches up on his wrist before pushing them off his head, tossing the shirt softly on the ground. His nipples perk up once it's been hit with the cold air in your room, and his stomach clenches when he sees the way you eye up his muscle. You admire every crevice of his tanned skin. You had seen Jake shirtless before, like the time you guys went out to the beach, and you watched him surf without a top on.

But you've never seen his body this close, not in this setting. His waist is small and dainty that you can't wait to wrap your hand around the curve. Jake's chest is broad, and his pecs stick out as a result of him working out. And one of the most attractive things you've come to notice about Jake is his belly button. You have no idea why but something about his protruded muscle captivates you, and you find it incredibly hot.

Jake watches you, unsure if what he's doing is right. Should he be making more slutier moves? What should he be doing? Is he supposed to moan or something? Grind on the air? However, looking at you, and you seeming as if you're in a trance, he doesn't think you even care.

"A-Am I doing it right?" He asks, the desire to receive validation winning over his timidness.

"Yeah, baby." You sigh, hands rubbing on the mattress to hold yourself back from reaching out and touching him. "Doing so good. You look so hot. I wanna taste you already."

Your mouth practically salivates when you see the broadness of his chest, bare and raising and falling heavily. His golden skin shimmers under the light of your room, and his chest swells with glee at your compliment, now feeling even more eager to do better, and fasten his pace since you've expressed how much you want to have him sooner.

When Jake skims his hand across his toned stomach, it flexes in itself and you lose it. Pushing yourself off the bed, you press your body close to him and he welcomes you shyly yet eagerly.

Jake's hands plant themselves on your hips so as to steady himself while he watches the dazed look on your face. Goosebumps arise on his skin when you ghost your fingers across his abs, later on shivering when your fingers rush past his nipples, and sit themselves on his pecs, caressing his muscle in awe.

"Come here, babe." You walk backward, taking your husband with you. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, your fingers push past the rubber of Jake's sweats, ready to pull it down, but not before locking eyes with him from where he's standing in front of you, eyes asking for permission. "Can I?"

Biting his lips, Jake nods, however, that isn't a good enough response for you. You stick your tongue out, provoking Jake by licking him over his pants, right along his length. Your metal piercing presses against his aching cock, making him crumble. Your boy whines, hips uncontrollably bucking into your face before he even realized and he exclaims, "Sorry! I didn't mean to—"

Jake's train of apology gets cut off when you talk, dismissing his reasons because to be fairly honest, you don't give a damn. "It's okay, puppy. No need to be sorry. What you do need to be sorry for though, is the fact that you haven't answered me properly."

While talking, Jake eyes the way your hands start to caress him all over, massaging his toned thighs, to his ass, and then over his boner. "Yes, you can. Please, I can't wait anymore."

"That's a good puppy." You coo, patting his cute ass. "Then finish your show for me quickly, baby."

Jake nods eagerly at what you've said, thumbs going underneath the lining of his underwear to push it down but pauses when he sees you motioning for him to turn around with your pointer finger, smirking at him as you bite your lips.

Although confused, he does what you're telling him to do, Jake takes a few steps back before turning around, showing you the thick curve of his ass, the bottom side of his balls peeking from between his plush skin. When Jake pulls down both the fabric of his sweats and his underwear, you land a mischievous slap against his cheeks, snickering right after when you hear him gasp. Your husband's cheeks burn red, hand shyly going to his behind and massaging his rosy flesh.

"Sorry, puppy. Couldn't help myself." You chuckle before gesturing for him to turn around. However, Jake doesn't. You tug on his thighs, but your puppy doesn't do anything which puts you in concern. "What's wrong, babe?"

Instead of answering you, Jake shakes his head, blonde locks thrashing along with him.

With his back turned to you, you're unable to see his face, leaving you even more concerned.

You stand up to check on him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your chin tucked into his shoulder. "Tell me what's on your mind, Jake."

"N-Nothing." He stutters. Now that you're on him, you realize how much his body has turned hot throughout your whole exchange, so you plant kisses along his skin to soothe your husband's burning temperature and hopefully, his thoughts as well. "J-Just give me a second."

"Why, baby? Tell me what's the matter."

Feeling your breath and lips fanning his skin, Jake shivers, and he's sure that you notice because you start humming, and pressing even longer kisses onto his skin, causing him to get even more worked up. "I can't. It's embarrassing a-and you're gonna make fun of me..." He whines.

"I would never make fun of you, baby." You say it strongly. Jake turns his head towards you with a pointed look as if to contradict your words. Realizing what he's getting at, you chuckle, "Okay okay. Not like that at least. You know I mean well when I tease you, baby."

Jake rolls his eyes at you playfully, bottom lip cutely jutting out. "I know…"

"Then what is it, puppy?"

"I'm just a bit… shy… That's all." He mumbles and you almost didn't catch it. But you do, and hearing his confession made you smirk.

"Aww. My baby's shy?" You tease, playfully. "Lemme see how much."

With your hands priorly placed on Jake's hips, you easily turn him around to face you. Taking him by surprise, Jake's adorable puppy eyes widen, clearly taken back.

Jake is shy. His already flushed cheeks had turned even rosier after he'd finished his small strip show, the red enveloping his neck and the widespread of his well-built chest. Your mouth can't help but actually water at the sight, and your hand moves on its own accord as they slide over its broadness, feeling the burn of his skin.

"Shy about what, pup?" You ask, pretending to be oblivious as you trail your hands downward, dragging your nails across his pelvis which raises goosebumps onto his skin and down to trace the curve of his balls. Your finger traces the space between his testicles before leading them back up to smooth over along his dick, smiling deviously when it twitches.

Jake watches as you sit back down on the mattress, pulling him closer so he can slot his body in between your spreaded legs. Your eyes stay locked with his, and he's suddenly rendered blank. He's in your trance and has no intention of breaking out. He doesn't even notice how your hand started to wander further down south, a surprised yet strangled moan wrecking through his lips when you grab his dick.

No words come out of Jake's lips, only guttural groans, heavy breaths, and pained whimpers as you start moving. "Ahh, you're so shy, baby. So so shy." You tch out, mockingly yet incredibly amused by how a simple slap could make his dick leak so much

Jake tries to reply, though he doesn't even know what he should say. His mouth only hangs open as his eyes stay locked on to the way your hand moves against his pulsing head, just like how he's been yearning for you to do. "Can't talk already, pup?"

"You're— ah!" He starts but gets cut off when you roll the wide surface of your palm along his whole head, afterwards sliding your hand down roughly towards his base. Your husband's dick twitches in mid air as your hand stays rooted which gives him enough leverage to speak. "You're teasing me again."

When you giggle, Jake's heart can't help but swarm with warmth, and it only adds onto his arousal. Adorable yet so hot, rough yet caring. The contrast only makes his head spin. He loves your personality so much. His friends thought he was crazy for going this insane over you from just one meeting, one kiss, but they've never experienced you like he has. One kiss— one stare even, will make even the toughest man fall.

He's wrong for putting you under such circumstances. Forcing his way into your life, and making it so that you can never come out. But you have to realize that he's doing this all because he loves you. He's guilty— that's for sure, but he can only hope that you'd forgive him, that soon enough, his insanity will reach you, and you wouldn't care, not knowing that it already has.

"Can't help it, honey. You're too cute not to." You hum, bringing your lips to press a hard kiss onto the part where his balls and cock connected, sliding your tongue out and pressing the metal bead onto his skin before sliding it upwards in a sensual manner.

Jake lets out the prettiest moan when you do so. His head is thrown back, brows crashed together, and his mouth completely slacked open due to pleasure. A long dragged out moan escapes past his lips when you press your piercing across his slit, the precum sweeping onto your tongue, and coating your piercing with thick white coats.

"Fuck, you taste amazing." You say you continue to swallow traces of Jake's arousal along his thick length, not forgetting to swirl your tongue against the whole surface of his dick.

"Hah," Your husband pants, eyes blown with lust as his chest heaves. Sobbing, he says, "Good! so good."

You hum against his dick as thanks for his compliment, the vibrations causing Jake to whimper, upper body lurching forward when you suddenly take his dick inside your wet mouth. The metal pierced onto your tongue presses against the underside of his dick every time you slide him in and out. Too focused on sucking his dick, you almost miss the way his hands seem to wander around, alternating between gripping his own muscled thighs and his waist, and that was enough for everything to unveil.

"Is it your first time, baby?" You try and make it sound casual, knowing that Jake might be embarrassed about it, though, you don't know why he would as you don't see a reason to.

Honestly, you should've known straight away when he had first crashed his lips against yours. It was so clumsy yet sweet that you can only find it adorable. His hands were awkwardly switching places, touching his own body that you almost started sulking because he wasn't touching you, soon coming to the realization that this must be his first, the new-found information only making your chest swell with pride.

"Y-Yeah…" He mumbles worriedly at you. "Sorry if I won't be too good. I-I'll try my best though! You don't have to worry about me. I pro—"

"Hush, baby." You dismiss, not wanting him to stress about something so irrelevant. You smirk, a teasing grin on your lips. "I think it's hot."

"How is me being a virgin hot?" He asks, poutingly as you've once again found something to tease him about.

"I think it's hot that I'm your first— that I'm the one who's gonna be the seeing you cum." Threading his fingers between yours, you don't comment on the way his palms are sweating, fully knowing that your husband will stress about it. So you root the detail inside your head; the way his palms nervously break out into a damp mess, how his eyes watch you so intently, and how his lips jut out adorably in concentration.

"The only one who's gonna see you cum." You correct, arching an eyebrow at him, and trying to see if he'll oppose, but you only let out an amused chuckle when Jake does nothing but agree.

Too cute, he's too cute.

You guide one of his hands towards the back of your head, telling him to grip onto you as much as he wants while his other hand is planted onto your jaw, fingers grazing your cheek affectionately. It's not when you take his dick back inside your mouth that Jake fully understands why you've put his hand to cup your cheek— besides for the reason that you just wanted to be caressed.

Jake gasps when he feels the hard outline of his dick against the thin skin of your cheek. His hips stutter into you, making you choke on his dick. Your husband starts panicking, apologies flooding his mouth but it gets dismissed when you don’t pull him out. "Fuck! Sorry." was all he could blurt out before sliding your mouth on his dick.

His veiny hands stay planted against your cheek, feeling the way your skin rises due to his dick pressing against it while his fingers form knots with the strands of your hair. After the small incident, Jake doesn't dare move, not wanting to accidentally make you choke again, and though you want him to be free to do whatever he wants, you have to admit that it was hard to take him all in.

When you pull away, webs of your saliva connect themselves onto Jake's cock as if to tell you that it doesn't want to part. However, your husband is only human and a virgin at that. The signs of his climax were slowly approaching, and you don't think he'd be boastful of cumming so early without feeling your pussy on his first time.

"Come, baby. I think it's time you fill me up." You tut, tugging his hand, and guiding him to stand behind you, both your knees digging into the sheets, Quickly, you tear away your clothes as though you had initially intended to give Jake his very own strip show, you were feeling much too impatient.

Looking back, you lock eyes with your dear husband as he watches your naked body in amazement, admiring your curves, and the warmth your supple looking skin exudes. Chuckling, you ask, "You ready?"

"W-Wait!" Jake pauses, eyes looking at you frantically. "W-What about a condom? Shouldn't we be using one?"

"There's no need for a condom, puppy." You say playfully, tapping his chin because you just find him so cute. "What do you say we give my mom what she wants, huh? You wanna give me your babies, Jakey?"

With your dear mother staying true to her horrid title of "Worse and Inconsiderate Mom of the Century," she pitched the idea about you and Jake making a baby. She says that having a grandchild was her biggest dream.

Every time you said no, she would come up with more excuses, telling you that it's your honeymoon, you should be making love. And while you internally threw up, you tell her that you don't even want to be seen in the same room as Jake, let alone be in the same bed as him. Now, you can only bite at your own words because look at you, pussy clenching around itself, begging for your spouse to occupy the unneeded space inside your cunt. Maybe using it to rile Jake up wouldn't be so bad, and maybe— just maybe, having a child with Jake isn't too much either.

At that, Jake whimpers, head falling on your shoulder as he grabs your waist, tugging your body close to his. Your plump ass sandwich his dick, and Jake moans when you slide your ass up against it for him. "You want a baby?" He pants, "With me?"

"Yeah, honey. My puppy would make such a great daddy, don't you think?" You ask him in third person, smirking in amusement when you look back, and see the broken expression, face contorted in pleasure.

Without your guidance, Jake's hips move on his own accord and from time to time, his length slips and slaps against your folds, making your body twitch in itself. He releases an elongated groan when your wetness coats his dick, and all he wants is to be bear inside you.

"Can I?" He asks the same question you did just a while ago, and it does nothing to soothe your erratic heart.

You nod your head to his question, not trusting your own voice and you're thankful that he doesn't push you to be more vocal about it.

No sex has ever made you so nervous. You're careful. You don't want to hurt Jake. In fact, all you want is the opposite. You want him to feel nothing but pleasure the whole time. You want this to last for as long as possible, to stay like this until the sunrise, and the next. You're insatiable. Your mind is still slightly buzzed with alcohol and you have no idea if his is too. All you want is him, his heart, and his body— oblivious to the fact that he's already given it to you from day one.

However, you don't know this, so all you can do is dread the morning, wherein you assume that Jake would most likely realize what the two of you did, and possibly regret everything that happened.

You have no idea where this newfound insecurity came from. You're always so confident and cocky, yet a simple man who's forced to be your husband instantly makes your aura crumble. Jake is so nice and innocent— everything you aren't. Would he regret giving it away to you? Should you stop now before it's too late? You have no idea what the answer to both of those questions are, mind still seeping thinly with booze to comprehend the right thoughts in order to make the right move. So you let yourself slip up again— let the alcohol reign and once again make your own decisions.

Little did you know that this is all Jake could ask for. Nothing in the world can compare to how much he wants to live in this moment— with you taking his first. Unlike you, he doesn't dread the next morning. In actuality, he's looking forward to it.

In his head, there's a picture of the two of you laying on this bed together. Your head is resting on his naked chest while your hand caresses his body with affection. There's no ulterior motive to it— although there could be if you wanted. Just the two of you having a wholesome moment the night after.

Jake is everything nice, but when it comes to you, Jake isn't able to hold still, stopping at nothing just so he can get you. Jake has no regrets, absolutely none. From giving you his virginity down to manipulating his parents to force you into marrying him. The only issue is if you were to find out, but Jake swears he'll take this secret to his grave. You don't need to know such irrelevant details. Jake may have forced you to wed him, but he'll never force you to love him— it's too cruel, he thinks.

Clearing out both your minds, you look at each other. Crazy and Crazier meets, and it's as if the two of you have somehow perfectly molded each other; Jake has made you crazy, and you've made Jake a fiend-like demon who rides on sex.

Jake hugs you from behind, head nestled at the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. His cock rests between your cheeks before you take the initiative to guide him inside your pussy with no prior prep needed. That's how aroused you are.

When Jake's head pushes past the surface and goes inside your aching core, your boyfriend clutches you in his arms tighter, and you hear him hiss so attractively that your pussy clenches around his sensitive tip. Because of the pleasure, Jake lurches forward, and he would've fallen face first onto the bed if it weren't for you who's in front of him, chivalrously saving him from humiliation.

You pat his thigh in amusement. “Calm down, baby.”

Jake whines. “I can’t. F-Fuck, you feel amazing.” The thought of thrusting isn’t even on his thoughts, mind too preoccupied on coping with the pleasure and withdrawing the desire to cum.

"It's okay, puppy. Take all the time you need."

Jake can't do this any longer because if he does, he's sure that he's going to either end up crying or cumming, maybe even both. A while ago, you teased him, slapped his ass, and called him names, and he loved all of them without any doubt in his mushy mind. Now, you're patting him down and assuring him, sweetly letting him direct the pace. Though it's quite evidently clear who's in charge.

After a few moments pass, you watch Jake's Adam's apple bobs as he takes a huge gulp, swallowing the temptation to bust before nodding his head at you, telling you that he's ready to proceed with things.

"There you go, baby. Doing so well." You purr, palms scratching his jaw.

"A-Am not even doing anything." He laughs out with a breath.

"Still. You're already doing so good for me." Jake watches as you lower your body to press on the mattress, back arched and your ass out. You move forward slightly, arms jutting in front of you as if to stretch, but you're only doing it because you know that the view would drive Jake crazy.

"Can't wait to fully have you, puppy. Feel your dick drag against my pussy, slide on your cock, your cum paint my walls." You list out in a whine.

"Fuck," You hear him sob. His nails dig into the plush skin of your ass to contain his whimpers, and it makes you hiss "Please, move. Need to feel you so bad."

Granting his wish, you slowly move on Jake's dick. You thrust your ass upwards and down, setting slow and calm movements as you wait for him to adjust to the pleasure before building up a steady pace.

It's not long before Jake starts thrusting his hips and burying his dick inside your pussy on his own. He's craving for more by the second, fiending on the wet slaps your pussy makes for him when he thrust his hips— especially when he presses his front against your sunken body on the mattress, and burying it deep inside your mess. When his head hits that sweet mushy spot deep in your pussy, you release a scream in pleasure.

Oblivious, Jake abruptly stops. His eyes snap open, and rushes to check up on you, slipping his dick out hastily in the process. "A-Are you okay? I'm so so sorry. Please, are you—

Instead of hearing you blurt out any noise indicating that he's hurt you, you let out a long drawn out moan at the feeling of his dick leaving your pussy, whining afterwards at the loss. Frowning, you say, "Fuck, Jake. Why'd you do that?"

"Huh? I-I…" He trails off, completely forgetting what he was going to say as his mind renders blank when you poutingly put his dick back inside of yourself, shimmying your ass which shakes him out of his trance.

"Again." You order, looking back at him with a pointed look. "Hit my spot again."

You smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside you, and once he realizes this, he turns to mush, cheeks flaring up with red. Jake bites his lip before nodding, dismissing his initial thought that he had inflicted pain on you when he seemed to have done the opposite.

As if already knowing your body well, he expertly goes back to the same spot he hit, and he releases a moan when you clench around him. Jake releases a string of adorable whimpers as he watches his pelvis collide with your ass, the skin bouncing with each thrust, and he can't help but speed up his movements. When you moan his name, all Jake thinks about is how he can get more words and sounds of praise to come out of your mouth so, he tries to do even better, trying out a different angle, and he's rewarded when he hears your words.

"Jake— Holy shit, baby! How're you so good?!" You scream out, your own body meeting him with each thrust. "You feel so amazing, puppy. Love feeling your dick throb up inside me."

Jake's panting now, mouth hung open to make it easier for him to breathe and let noises of pleasure for you to hear. Despite the loud sound of your skin slapping and the wet noises that coming out from your pussy, Jake listens to all that you're saying, your words only adding more fuel to light up his climax.

"How about you make my tummy swell up too, huh? You gonna keep your promise, and give me your cum, baby?" You pant, hips slamming against his in order to reach your own high.

"Yes! Yeah, I'll give you all my cum! Please take it, please please please…" He continues to beg as if he's forgotten that you were the one who asked for it.

Both your bodies work in order to please the other, wanting nothing more than to hear each other scream out your names in bliss. If it was even possible, Jake's hips seem to pick up their pace, thrusting frantically into you, and slapping against your mound. With his body still pressed against your back, he uses your shoulder as a safe haven, and starts sucking on your skin. His drool dribbles down towards your chest, coating your nipples, and you drag a finger up to collect them on your fingers before dipping your soaked digits between your legs to rub your clit.

"'M so close, Jakey. Will you come with me?" Though your tone is sweet, what you're doing certainly isn't, and it drives Jake past insane.

"Mhm! I wanna cum so bad." He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. "Please, let me cum."

"Yeah?" With your newfound strength, you sit the both of you up, bodies still connected with each other. While one of your hands is preoccupied with stimulating your clit, the other goes to wrap around Jake's neck, pulling him past your shoulder so your lips can meet. The kiss quickly turns feverish with hunger, your tongue rummaging the inside of his mouth and tracing his tongue with your wet muscle. Jake's arms are wrapped around your middle to help you take his pounding hips. You tug on his bottom lip before releasing it, feeling yourself crumbling against him any second now. "Cum, baby. Come for me."

With your walls hugging Jake's cock so deliciously, the pleasure almost suffocates him. His jaw slacks open, your name spewing out like a prayer before he's finally driven to the edge.

"Ah! Shit—" And that's all Jake needed to reach his high. His body convulses behind you, twitching due to the intense round of pleasure. Your pussy milks his cock dry, taking in all his cum.

You don't let him pull out yet, mind fuzzy but still determined to keep all of it inside you as it seems that the promised child you jokingly brought up is coming to reality.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Working on all my November /October drafts before tumblr deletes em🤦🏽‍♀️ enjoy baby💓 i also added luffy because edging him would be so fun :)

Edging Monster Trio + Kidd (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Cw: …sex bro its sex

Zoro

2nd biggest brat of the four.

Zoro is a naturally easily flustered boy. Just a single compliment from you and he’s already red in the face.

But poor baby he tries so hard to mask it. It’s almost like he turns into a literal brat when you edge him on.

“Why—why do you want to hear me beg, are you some kinda sadist?”

“Lil bit.”

“WHAT—“

Edging Zoro is a treat because he would rather bite his lip until he bleeds before blessing your ears with his whimpers and begging

But you knew Zoro would be difficult so you made a bet. And in this bet he loss and that’s how he got here:

Strapped on your chair, naked, with you riding his thigh with a vibrator in your hand.

“What the—hell is your problem!”

You could hear the strain in his voice. Zoro’s chest and face are so red, but not as red as his cock right now. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, he was looking at the wall and everything else, but you, and it made you upset, he couldn’t seem to want to look at you, being a little brat he was you grabbed his wet cheeks, mushing it together a little, forcing him to look at you.

“Hey…”You nod at him a little, he begins to huff and breathe through his nose, chest rising and lowering quickly almost as if he were struggling to catch his breathe, you smile, “focus on me…”

Nothing could compare to the shock shown in Zoro's eyes, it brought a chill down his spine to see you turn your demeanor in such a 180, and yet...he couldn't be more turned on.

"Ple-"

Your eyebrows rise, it's been 15 minutes of consistent moving the vibrator on his cock and pulling it away, yes Zoro can have amazing self discipline, but you knew just how to push the envelope.

"Say it.."

"Fuck.." Zoro puffed out, head tried hanging low, but you picked it back up with one hand , while pressing the toy back on his leaking tip, precum now falling over the head of the vibrator. "...please..please let me fucking cum."

You almost felt bad for being so mean, you knew from his blushed chest and face, the way his thigh twitched under you cunt, and how a moan slipped through his teeth he was at his limit, but if he wasn't such a stubborn little asshole maybe he would have came sooner.

Luckily, you're not too mean and you let him do just that making a sticky mess on not only his abs but your hand as well.

Kid

Biggest brat.

Most annoying brat

First off good luck trynna convince him and good luck trynna get him to beg

"Fuck you and that idea."

Edging Kid just...won't happen... not unless you are on top...possibly.

"Keep--fucking going dammit!"

"No."

You have spent 30 minutes trying to break this asshole and he finally started to whine just a little when you started to grind yourself on his cock just how he likes before cumming and stopped. Now, it's time to edge him.

"I'll never fucking beg for you."

"Then I guess you'll never fucking cum now will you.."

Kid is usually the type to call your bluff, he has done it plenty times in the past, but tonight you were tired. You were tired of his bullshit and trying to tell you what to do and that glint in your eye showed him you weren't playing around with him anymore.

Pressing your body against his your lips latched to his weak spot as you lazily humped his dick, damn your ass felt good slapping against his thigh he couldn't keep himself from biting his wet lips.

"Sssssshittt!" Kid got choked up, his lips began to part, eye furrowed focusing on cumming since he was so so close as you nibbled and licked on his neck, but alas, you knew his body like the back of your head so you move away, causing him to curse again.

"Say. Please."

"Fuck. You."

His voice was quivering when he said thta, you sigh, sure you were close to an orgasm as well, but you set your pleasure aside to show him you meant what you said.

And that's exactly why after 2 more times of stopping him from realsing inside you he broke, "Ple...please...make me cum..."

Sanji

Swears he hates it but he just cant get enough.

"Aah! W-wait wait wait wait wait! Sssssshhiit Y/N babe!-"

Fuck his moans were some of the sluttiest things you could hear from a man like him, he whines so much you almost wanted to give in and slide yourself on top of him, his voice alone made you so wet all by itself you kept rubbing your thighs, clenching over nothing when you heard him cry out beside you

"You're not ganna give up so easily are you? My pretty boy isn't THAT weak to temptation is he?..you already failed earlier, here's your second chance to show me you can handle this.."

His fingers were nearly ripping through your sheets, looking down to see you slowly push his black shirt higher over his chest, his underwear to his ankles and your pretty small hands around his throbbing cock, it was a sight to see as he laid uncomfortably still watching you pump so vigorously, just to stop all together.

Your breast now stained from prior, he came way too fast and way too easily when you rubbed his slit with your thumb.

"Y/N...baby...I--ah!"

Yes, you want to hear him beg, but it was more fun hearing him whimper, your hand was gliding against his wet shaft, using his cum as lube as you suckled his nipple, it was all too much for Sanji to take and feeling you stop him from cumming again, he started to get choked up, tears falling from his eyes

"Please!" He coughed, "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, let me cum for you please!"

Ugh. You really had a soft spot for this pervert. His cheeks were so wet and pink you kiss his lips passionately as if your were apologizing for being so mean.

Not parting your lips from him you flew your leg over him, pulling away slowly to let him watch you sink down on his cock, sharing such a slutty moan together, "Yes! Yes thank you, baby thank you I love youiloveyou i love--aahhh mmmmfuck!"

You let him thrust himself up into you, holding on to his shoulders as his tear stained face was mushed against your soon to be sucked on breast, still moaning into your skin about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

Luffy

Has no patience for it HOWEVER he enjoys it???

As you pop off from sucking his cock his body jerks up, a broken moan turns into laughter from him and it oddly enough turns you on.

"C-common! ahaha! Keep suckinggggg!"

"Say please first!" You both share a giggle, this was supposed to be where he begs and cries for more, but instead he's making it fun for the both of you.

"M' not saying please.." He then crossed his arms and pouted, but his little childish attitude was cut short when you spit on his pretty brown tip and swirled your hand on it, it was almost as if his eyes started to twinkle as his cheeks blushed stubly, "Y/Nnnnnnnnnn...ah.."

Luffy's moans got very scratchy and whiney when it came him him close to cumming, he began to raise his hips and grind them against your hand to push you to--

"Put your mouth back on itttttttt commonnnnn! I put my mouth on you!"

"Lufffyyyyy.." Your voice sounded playful as you moved his hips back down, "Say please first."

"Uh uh." He shook his head, "Suck it first."

"Then no."

You knew how to get him to do what you want, granted you didn't want to take such drastic measures but you were sick of him being a little impatient baby so with your opposite hand you pull his chin in for a kiss, it was soft and sweet, until Luffy grabbed your head to lower it back on his dick, "Stop itt!!!"

"Suck it--ah! Fuck!"

You cupped his balls, massaging them, immediately noticing his eye shut tightly gripping the covers beside him on your bed, he broke out into a soft moan, he hated when you touched his so so so sensitive--

"Stop touching down there...PLEASE JUST SUCK--op." Luffy quickly covered his mouth realizing what he said and it made you smile a little. "No! No! I didn't say please!"

"yes you did.."

"NU UH I--OH!"

You just shut your pretty flustered captain up by moving your head back down to take all of his cock back in your mouth.

"M-maybe I did saaaay it." Luffy voice kept stuttering watching you wink at him bopping your head up and down.

Dammit he was so cute like this.

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urlranpo · 1 year

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BSD | Where's the Dessert?

summary | how the ada boys eat you out

ft | dazai, ranpo, fukuzawa, kunikida, atsushi

warnings | smut, cunnlingus, degradation (dazai, slightly ranpo)

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Dazai

His silver tongue is a dangerous weapon, and he knows it. It's not often that Dazai is between your legs since he much rather be inside you, but when he is, he teases you to tears and laughs about it.

"You're really just a slut, you know that? Moaning loud enough where we're sure to get a complaint from the neighbors and all I'm doing is making a mess of your sloppy pussy," his voice is too causal that it's demeaning as he stares you down from in between your legs. The haze in his eyes scream evil and you're inclined to believe it.

Whining you try to protest, but he only shuts you up the second he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "Well I guess I'm just going to have to treat you like the whore you are, aren't I?" Instantly his tongue finds its way to your wet heat and one of his thumbs press lightly against your clit, making you shiver.

You can feel his smirk against your folds as his tongue laps at you. And when it's all over he won't be shy to admit that you look adorable when you come over his mouth.

Ranpo

Is there anyone better suited for the job than the world's greatest detective? There's nothing more that Ranpo loves than delving into your sweetness and making you shake from his tongue alone. He's not usually the giving type and that will not change. When he goes down on you, he's doing it for himself. Ranpo can't help but want his next dessert to be you since you're his favorite sweet to eat.

As you have your legs wrapped around his head, he's doing his best while pouting because you won't stop squirming around while he's trying to enjoy himself. Selfishly, he holds your hips down, "Stop moving will ya?! It's my snack break and you're ruining it." There's a frown on his lips, but you swear to god that he smiles the second he presses his face against your heat again. The little shit.

You're about to tell him off but are abruptly cut off by your own moan. Ranpo snickers and pulls away just to see your fucked out expression he loves so much. He's sure to tease you later about it, but for now all he cares about is shoving his tongue into your soaked cunt. Lord knows how much he loves to drink you up like you're the last meal he'll ever have.

Fukuzawa

If there's one person to treat your pussy like it's his only duty, it's Fukuzawa. There's no man that's more delicate and precise with every movement and touch he gives you. You swear you almost fall on the spot when he lays down flat on his back and beckons you over with the curl of his finger.

The first couple of times he was bashful at the mere thought of preforming oral, but the grip he has on your thighs the moment you're hovering over his face, tells you he's since overcame that. He's all too eager to please you and gets to work almost immediately, but not before biting the inside of one of your thighs. He needs to leave a mark, or he won't be satisfied.

He'll have you in tears within the first few minutes. With his tongue pressed against your clit and one of his fingers sneaking into your dripping hole, he'll grunt at the sound of your whines. He pretends he hates to see you cry, but he really, he adores your whimpers and cries for him to slow down (though he'll never admit that to you).

Momentarily, while you're clamping your thighs around his head, he'll pull back and scold you, "Darling, don't start crying when I've only just started."

Kunikida

To this day, Kunikida is self-conscious about going down on you. No matter how many times he finds his face in-between your thighs, it's like the first time all over again. He finds himself staring down at your heat, blush covering the entirety of his face and neck. Almost every day of his life he's in danger, yet he's still acts like the virgin you first met when you started dating.

Kunikida gulps as he's kneeled down in front of your bare pussy. There's a meticulous method he has stored in head when he begins to trail light feathery kisses to the insides of your thighs. They lead all the way up before he stops just before he gets to where you want him most.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before he leaves soft presses of his lips along your slit. He's so gentle and sweet, and before the night is over, he promises that you'll be satisfied with his performance

Atsushi

Your sweet, sweet little Atsushi. There will never be a time he's confident enough to give you the pleasure you deserve. Every time he even thinks about going down you out, he grows anxious. Not because he doesn't want to, because there's nothing he wants more, but because he's not necessarily confident in his ability.

However, with some reassure here, and some praise there, he's glowing with anticipation. Atsushi literally tears your underwear into shreds and promises that he'll buy you new ones, but for now he needs to eat you out.

"Baby, you're so sweet. Could stay here for hours," he sighs delightedly, cheek rested against your inner thigh and eyes trained on your cute face. He's so in love with you.

So, when he does get back to work, there's something carnivorous about him. Atsushi practically has to pin your hips down because you won't stop shaking. He feels so proud, yet underserving when he hears you mewl out his name over and over again.

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jayke0 · 7 months

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I Can Feel You Both

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Steven Grant x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 5, Threesome!

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: kind of relationship between the boys, Boston accent Jake, polyamorous relationship, separate bodies through some khonshu type magic, dirty talk, light degrading, praise, unprotected p in v, creampie, anal (f receiving), multiple orgasms, , lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 894

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"i'm gonna put it in now, ok mi vida?"

You feel Jake's hot breath draw goosebumps along your neck as he presses the tip against your lesser used hole.

You're sandwiched between Jake and a pillow, with Steven holding your leg over his shoulder, already deep inside you as far as he can go.

"Yeah, want you both filling me up" You whine, and then feel Jake stretching you open as his cock slips inside you, blunt tip pushing through your tenseness till he's filled you to the hilt. A groan comes from both of the men, and you guess that Steven must be able to feel Jake's length through your walls.

"That good love? 'S it make you feel good being filled like this?" Steven asks through pants, it being evident that simply the idea of this is making him lose his mind and grip your thigh tightly.

You squirm a little before nodding "it's good, please move though… either of you, i don't care which one."

A chuckle leaves Jake's lips "desperate, ain't ya? I mean, you're always beggin' for atleast one of us inside ya, and now you've got a taste of both, ya just want more," he purrs and pushes your hair out of your face so that he can kiss the corner of your mouth, "well, since ya asked for it-"

Steven seems just as taken off guard as you are when Jake starts thrusting into your heat, not too harsh, but enough to take your breath away for a second and make you whimper.

"Good girl" he praises in your ear, his tongue licking a stripe up the back of your neck to make you shiver. His eyes are drawn to Steven, who seems to be watching you in awe as you take Jake's girth, "you just gonna watch, cabrón? Or are ya actually gonna do somethin' with that cock?"

Steven snaps out of his trance and gives Jake a look as if to tell him to shut up, before he does as he's told, a moan instantly leaving his lips while he pulls out and thrusts back into you, your walls fluttering around him in reaction. "Ohhhh love, shit, holy shit Jake i can feel you." Your suspicions are confirmed then, and it makes you whail a pathetic whimper.

"Oh, angel likes that huh? Ya like hearing us talk to each other?" Jake teases while his teeth nip your earlobe "such a damn slut" he growls as his hips snap a little faster behind you, making you grip his wrist and nod frantically. His hand slides between your legs to ease your throbbing clit "keep fuckin' her, just like that Steven, you're doin' so good" Jake sneers with a smirk "she looooves our cocks filling her, bet ya wish Marc was here to occupy that mouth too, huh?"

You and Steven both moan at the mention of Marc "i do i do" you repeat frantically as the orgasm builds in your body and spreads to your toes like hot white fire.

Steven's grip has gotten tighter on your leg and his thrusts are less careful, instead he's brutally thrusting into you hard enough to bruise your walls, "shit pet, i wanna watch Marc f-uck your mouth… agh.. bet you'd take it so well-"

To keep up with Steven, Jake starts thrusting at the same pace, just at different times to make sure atleast one of their cocks is inside you "c'mon sweetheart, i feel ya clenchin' on me… fuck so tight.. you're grippin' my cock so good- cum for us, mi vida-"

That's all Jake can get out before he's moaning loudly as you clench down on him hard, your body being set alight with the orgasm running through your nerves and making your chest arch forwards…just to have Jake pull you back towards him.

"One more love, please, i'm so bloody close.." Steven begs while continuing to thrust into your throbbing heat, Jake using exactly the same velocity on your stretched hole, "yeah angel, give us one more, then ya can feel us… fill ya up" Jake adds while his fingers circle your now pulsing clit again.

Your hips buck against Jake's hand needily as both of their thrusts start to falter, even Jake finding it difficult to keep up with Steven's pace. "Good boy Steven, doin' so good- fuck! You're doin' good-" he growls, which ultimately results in a loud whimper from Steven as he folds in on himself and rests his head on your hip, shooting white hot ropes inside you with almost pained moans.

Jake feels Steven's cock throb through your still pulsing walls and his fingers rub your clit faster, making you twitch and struggle in his grasp "Jake Jake!-" you cry, arm moving back to wrap around his neck while your body is hit with another orgasm. That's all Jake needs before he's cumming inside you too, low growls and grunts spill from his lips like the arousal spilling inside you "fuck angel- fuuuuckk."

After a while, you're the first to speak "i love you, both" you glance at them sleepily with a soft smile "sooo so much." Jake fights off a smile, whereas Steven is beaming "love you too.. love" he says before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, Jake doing the same on your neck.

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

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itsimaginetime · 15 days

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ATEEZ : Would you rather (NSFW)

*This is definitely gonna be very Sub!ATEEZ coded cause... It's me... Of course I'm gonna make it Sub!Ateez coded*

Thank you @ja3hwa for tagging me 💗

-> This has been in my drafts for more than a year y'all ☠️☠️☠️ I completely forgot about it, I guess better late than never 🤣<-

1. Make out with Yeosang or dry hump Yunho?

God , making out with Yeosang sounds like a dream. Just imagine him humming and whimpering in his deep as fuck voice , letting out cute little giggles and shyly touching your body ugghh 😵

2. Give Mingi a lap dance or have Wooyoung do a sexy dance for you?

Forever on my Sub!Mingi shit.

I , OF FUCKING COURSE, want to give Mingi a lap dance. He'll be smiling that shy gummy smile of his while being hella flustered and just enjoying the show but at the same time, he'd be so desperate for more , he'd start begging and pleading for you to just touch him or let him touch you, anything really, he just needs you , it's so cute 🥰

3. Tease San under the table at dinner or Jongho tease you under the table?

I just KNOW that San will start mewling like a kitten if you tease him , especially if you keep going for a good minute , he'll just look at you with this pathetic expression that just screams neediness and if there's other people at the dinner with you , they'll think he has a fever due to how red his face will become and how he'll whimper in a way that sounds like he's in pain , while in reality, he's swimming in humiliating pleasure.

4. Give hickeys to Yeosang or get hickeys from Seonghwa?

I would never pass up the opportunity to mark up this beautiful angel. Litter his neck with hickeys while he sits there like a good boy , hear him giggling when the hickeys turn to gentle licks and kisses, and enjoy his gasps when the pace changes to playful yet rougher bites.

5. Praise Hongjoong or receive body worship from Yunho?

I would love to praise Hongjoong, especially when he's working in the studio. Just come up behind him when he lets you hear a demo for a song he made , once the demo is over, launch into a praise attack.

Tell him how talented he is, how he's become such a reliable and capable producer, rapper , singer and songwriter ; tell him how much of an amazing leader he is , how much of a sweet partner he is and watch how he melts more and more with each compliment until he's nothing but a puddle of happiness and warmth , ready to be scooped up into your loving arms and held in your comforting embrace in a domestic cuddling session right there in the studio.

6. Blindfold Mingi or be blindfolded by San?

God pleeeeeeaaaaaseee, I need this princess to be blindfolded and feel so so good 💗 Like he really is the type to lay there and take everything you give him (within his boundaries ofc💖) , only thing you'll hear from him is a bunch of sweet moans and quiet pleas , baby boy doesn't even know what he's asking for , he just wants you 🥴

7. Sexting with Wooyoung or send dirty snaps to Seonghwa?

We all know DAMN WELL that this man likes being degraded and so , why not degrade him through text? Tell him how much of a little whore he is for you, tell him how you know he's squirming in his seat like a bitch in heat just from your texts , call him pathetic and perverted for trying to get you angry so that you can talk down to him etc etc (I mean , Wooyoung always gets what he wants in the end so I guess his plan worked 🤷)

8. Choke Yeosang or be choked by Jongho?

*moans like Wooyoung* Y'all probably saw this coming, huh? I mean, come ooooooon , choking Yeosang? I can't say no to that!!! Seeing him roll his eyes back and let out breathless moans simply from having a hand wrapped around his pretty throat sounds fucking heavenly 🫠

9. Pull Hongjoong's hair or Yunho pull your hair?

I would love to pull Hongjoong's hair and watch as he smiles dazedly up at me 😵‍💫

10. Tie up Wooyoung or Jongho tie you up?

Obviously tie up the biggest brat in history, I mean come on , plus, we all know Wooyoung would fucking love that

11. Beg for Seonghwa or Mingi beg for you?

...deep voice...tall , big man...on his knees... begging... tears in his eyes... slurred words... desperate pleas to cum... Oh fuck-

12. Ride Jongho's thighs or sit on San's face?

Using these two like fuck toys is so mmm. Humping Jongho's thick thighs while he just sits there , wanting, yet being good and taking what he's given. And grinding against San's cute tongue while he mewls and begs for you to smother him and hinder his breathing more.

13. Dirty talk with Seonghwa or Mingi?

My sub!Mingi wired brain is buzzing so hard rn

Mingi's dirty talk would consist of begging, praise , begging... Did I mention begging?

"Please baby, ah , please, feels so good , you fuck me *gasp* so good oh-"

14. Spank Wooyoung or Hongjoong?

Both. Wooyoung cause his bratty , degradation loving ass would melt at that , and Hongjoong cause HAVE YOU SEEN HIS CAKE????????!!!!!!!!

15. Get spanked by Jongho or Yunho?

Neither. I like to do the spanking, not receive it.

16. Deny San his orgasm or Seonghwa deny you yours?

Denying San his orgasm will make him such a sweet , sensitive mewling kitten and that's a sight for sore eyes.

17. Have Yeosang as a master or Hongjoong as a pet?

Mmmm Hongjoong would look so fucking pretty with a collar around his gorgeous neck , on his knees , looking up with his shiny eyes , waiting for praise with a cute blush on his face- 😌

18. Touch yourself and make Yunho watch or Mingi touch himself and make you watch?

Watching Mingi desperately touch himself, whimper in need cause he doesn't wanna cum yet is mmmmmmmmmm-

19. Call Hongjoong 'daddy' or Seonghwa call you 'mommy'?

y'all pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase having Seonghwa call me mommy might cause me to fucking COMBUST!!!!

Like him on his kneees , looking up and whinning out a soft "mommy... please... please fuck me mommy... I need you-" GOD FUCK-🤤🤤🤤

20. Receive aftercare from San or give aftercare to Wooyoung?

I love the idea of taking care of someone after being intimate , so definetely taking care of Wooyoung

21. Skype sex with Hongjoong or phone sex with Yeosang?

I have a thing for Yeosang's voice like COME OOOOON HAVE YOU HEARD THAT DEEP ASS VOICE OF HIS- FUUUUUCK

22. One night stand with Mingi or fwb with Wooyoung?

I don't think I need to explain this one lol , forever a Mingi girl I suppose

23. Studio sex with Hongjoong or practice room sex with Yunho?

Riding Hongjoong in his chair in his studio till he's a whimpering mess is just so hot to me

24. Receive nudes from Seonghwa or a sexy video from San?

A sexy video from San where he's mewling (LIKE A KITTEN!!!) and whimpering while humping a pillow. Yummy.

25. Cowgirl position with Jongho or doggystyle position with Yeosang?

Bouncing on Jongho's thighs. That's it , that's my reason.

26. Hot tub sex with Mingi or shower sex with Yunho?

Water is a horrible lubricant but I don't care , I'll make it work somehow lol , I just need to see Mingi fucked out in a hot tub

27. Giving oral to Yeosang or receiving oral from San?

San. Whimpering. Against. My. Clit. Like. A. Desperate. Kitten. Need I say more?

28. Seonghwa cum in your mouth or Wooyoung cum on your face?

The thought of Seonghwa's thighs shaking as he pants and whines while being sucked dry mmmmmmm

29. Car sex with San or sex under the stars with Yeosang?

I just know Yeosang would look ethereal under the night sky

30. Take Mingi's virginity or Yunho takes yours?

Quick , everyone! Act surprised!

Goodness, I could write a whole fic about taking Mingi's virginity, it's just so-

31. Library sex with Wooyoung or movie theater handjob with Yeosang?

What a sight it would be to watch Yeosang trying to hold back his cute noises while at the back of a movie theater getting the best handjob of his life

32. Lazy morning sex with Yunho or late night sex with Jongho?

Jongho would be so tired yet so horny, he'd want to fuck you and make you feel good but he physical can't move so he'll let you take the wheel and melt his brain, make him forget everything other than your name

33. Wear a collar for Seonghwa or San wear a collar for you?

THE KITTEN SAN AGENDAAAA 🫠🫠🫠

34. Rough sex with Hongjoong or romantic sex with Jongho?

I just know romantic sex with Jongho would be so heartwarming ❤️

35. Receiving anal from Seonghwa or giving anal to Mingi?

Of course, I want to peg Mingi. Next question.

36. Suck Yunho's fingers or San suck your fingers?

San's cute eyes shimmering as he looks up at you, mouth full of your fingers as he humps the ground in desperation, wanting more of you, ready to beg for hours on end if he needs to. Ugh such a good boy. A kitten. A KITTEN- *gets dragged off stage*

37. Wall sex with Jongho or mirror sex with Wooyoung?

I want to worship his beautiful body an make him see just how stunning he is

38. Hongjoong finger you or giving Yeosang a handjob?

The brain rot is insane 😔. Yeosang receiving a handjob and being unable to control his reactions is making me feral!!!

39. Overstimulate Mingi or be overstimulated by Wooyoung?

Those gorgeous eyes filled with tears, those plush lips trembling, those stunning thighs shaking uncontrollably, his dick twitching in pain and pleasure, his sweet deep voice reaching higher octaves as he whines for you to stop only to immediately follow it up by begging you to continue; unable to choose whether he wants the pain to stop or for you to continue your sweet torture-

40. Woosan threesome or Seongjoong threesome?

Fucking a brat and an obedient boy at the same time sounds lovely 😌

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st7rnioioss · 2 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ sub!chris headcanons

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: nsfw, smut i guess🤓

a/n: hi guys i finally wrote the sub chris hc’s. i’m sorry if this sucks, i normally see chris as a more dominant person🤡

sub!matt headcanons

this is based off this request!

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- As I said, Matt is definitely a whimper guys, SO if you haven’t guessed already, I’ll bet Chris moans. Whiny, desperate moans. Maybe even whimper if he’s extremely desperate.

- Chris is normally extremely talkative, but he definitely turns quiet when you’re having sex. This fucker has to be forced into talking instead of being a moaning mess.

- Chris definitely gets turned on just by your presence. He’ll get all touchy and shit, one of his hands always glued to you. Whenever he gets too touchy and desperate, you give in and pull him away from the crowd (for example).

- He’s a sucker for your lips. When you’re talking, drinking, putting on makeup, he’s staring in awe, needing to touch your lips. Don’t even get me started on kissing. Whenever he’s accomplished something, done small gestures for you, moaning under you, he gets all flustered when you kiss his cheek. In conclusion he just loves your lips.

- We have all seen how he looks at Matt in car videos. He does not keep his eyes off you. Whether they’re on your lips, eyes, drifting off to your tits or ass, he’s always staring. This man is desperate for you to touch him.

- He’s the type to text you to come over for a second because he “accidentally” got hard from stalking your Instagram. You end up spending the whole night.

- Chris gets so turned on by your moans. Even tho you’re supposed to be the one in charge, he gets a funny feeling in his stomach whenever you moan, because it makes him know how good he makes you feel.

- This man can’t go any more than two rounds. He’d be completely fucked out.

- Aftercare aftercare aftercare. As I mentioned earlier, he loves your lips and when you kiss him. After finishing, a few small kisses to his cheeks, forehead, lips, mumbling a few ‘you did so good for me’, makes him all flustered and red.

- Praising sends him over the edge. Prove me wrong.

‘Oh God- Chris, you feel so so good. Doing such a good job for me.’

‘P-please keep talking, I’m close..’

‘Such a good boy, just for me, right?’

‘Y-yes, all for you.. Oh fuck-‘

okay bye why am i literally gnawing on my bars (i keep saying that)

- He’d always keep a hand in your hair, tugging whenever you hit the right spots. You had caught onto this habit a few weeks into the relationship.

a/n: sorry this is short i just woke up my brain isn’t functioning properly

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hoonstxr · 7 months

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Enemies

Paring: fem!reader x Student!Sunghoon

Type: smut

Warnings: it’s just smut bro, 😭.

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“F-fuck you- oh God Sunghoon” she cursed as he thrusted roughly into her

He chuckled, “I already am y/n” he said as she moaned out

This was wrong. This was the boy that literally bullied her in middle school. This was the boy that she argued with everyday of high school. This is her enemy .

“O-oh my gosh Hoon you feel- shit- so good” she cried out

“Come for me princess I’m almost there” he grunted as she whimpered

She shook her head before screaming, Sunghoon smiled before covering her mouth.

“Your so loud yn, don’t want anyone to walk pass the classroom knowing I own this pussy” he said thrusting harder

“Fuck- your so big- mmm” she said as tears fell down her face

He moaned before cumming in her making her scream louder.

“This is mines okay?” He said panting over her while putting his hand on her crotch

“Piss off Park.”

“Guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough meet me after school” he said as she rolled her eyes

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♡- GOJO SATORU:

Art: TimieTate

- Summary: Gojo can't control himself when it comes to his girlfriend.

Content Warning: Degradation, Masturbation, AFAB, Black OC, She/Her pronouns. Sub!Gojo, Dom!Reader/OC. ~ Disclaimer: This is my first-ever fic. So keep that in mind. Also Halima is my OC🖤 {1.4k words} You can still read Halima’s parts as yourself.

“Fuck h-halima.” His broken moans of her name were so pathetic but he was too far gone to care. All Gojo could think about as he sloppily stroked his cock, was his girlfriend. Every time he thought of her soft lips, smooth long legs, harsh words, and the twist of her hips in that tight dress….he just couldn’t help himself. Oh, how he loved it when she towered over him and degraded him when he was being too needy last night. His cock twitched in his hand at the thought.

Gojo had tears streaming down his face as he overstimulated himself. He couldn’t cum without her. But he couldn’t stop. He was so sensitive that the cold air made his body twitch.

“This is her fault.” That is all he kept repeating in his head. Before Halima went to work, he was on his knees begging her to take care of his problem. But she wasn’t having it, she was getting tired of having to keep telling him she had to leave. So she leaned down close to him and whispered: “Be a good boy and wait for me to come home from work. If you can control yourself until then, I promise I will treat you like the slut you are oh so begging for. If not…then I guess we will just have to see then pretty boy, hm?”

That's how he got like this. A mess. Not even an hour after she left.

But Gojo isn’t known for being a good boy. Which is why he came up with the decision to do something Halima wouldn’t like. “Maybe if I send her a picture or even a video….she will take off work for today. Or call. Just something to help me.” He is delusional.

Gojo grabbed his phone, opened it, and went straight to his girlfriend's contact. He typed a quick “I miss you” message before clicking on the camera. He looked pathetic. His face was flushed, his pretty blue eyes filled with tears, and his lips were swollen from biting on them. He clicked the record button.

“H-halima please baby…I tried to be good but it hurts. I can't cum.” he flipped the camera around to show his hand gripping his leaking cock. He stroked himself, paying extra attention to his flushed tip, with a broken cry from how sensitive his cock was. He continued. “Please. Come home, I need you, your words, your touch. Anything you are willing to give me. Don't you wanna teach your pretty boy a lesson baby?” His hips were bucking as he stroked his cock at a faster speed, throwing his back with a whimper of Halima’s name.

“P-please just come home. Even a quick acknowledgment will do.” he sounded so broken, that's how desperate he was for her. He forced himself to stop touching himself and turn the camera

off. Hitting send without a care of how pitiful it was.

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Halima went to work with a smile on her face that afternoon. She loves Gojo but she loves teasing him even more.

She knew he wasn’t going to be good. That's why when she saw him message her she wasn’t surprised. Not even a little bit. But what she wasn’t expecting was for him to send a video. Halima clicked on the video, and instantly tensed at how broken he sounded as he begged her to come home. Her eyes scanned his face, and as he flipped the camera her heart stuttered at the sight. His cock was flushed red and was twitching violently.

He was testing her. She knew this. Halima’s pussy was throbbing now at just the thought of wanting to suck him off. But she was going to make him wait longer, simply to teach him a lesson of patience. As much as she wanted to be gentle with him, she wanted to see him in tears just a bit more. So she crossed her legs and continued to work for a few hours.

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She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to see him. Now. Halima got all her stuff and clocked out early with the excuse that her boyfriend was sick. Gojo has messaged her a couple more times when she didn’t come home 2 hours ago. He was even more desperate now.

The last one he sent to her was him full-on sobbing because he needed her. So now she is speeding her way home. Her thoughts were consumed by what she would do to him when she got there.

When she pulled into the driveway, she could see that the lights were still on. She took a deep breath before walking up the porch into the house. Silence. But she knew better and started heading up the stairs, toward their shared bedroom. Just as she thought, as soon as she opened the door, there gojo was. Still playing with himself even as he trembled. He was making such pretty noises.

Gojo hadn’t noticed that she entered the room until she cleared her throat. His eyes snapped to hers and whined. “God. baby. Please fucking touch me.”

Halima smirked. “Not even a hi baby?” she teased as she walked over to the bed and looked down at him with lust-filled eyes. That made gojo shiver. He was about to start begging but she cut him off by tugging his hair and letting her other hand trail down his body, her nails digging into his skin as she did so.

He was a moaning mess just by her touching him. The pain brought tears to his eyes but they both knew he enjoyed pain. Halima shook her head. “Such a needy slut. Couldn’t even wait a couple more hours for me to come home.”

Gojo couldn’t react to her words…he was holding his breath because her hand was so close to his cock. His whole body jumped as she trailed a finger down the underside of it, ripping a strangled moan out of him.

Halima smiled at his reaction. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling his cock twitch in her palm. She gave him one long stroke, making his hips lift off the bed. All his whimpers and cries were music to her ears. Halima crawled onto the bed and sat in between his legs. “You want to cum that bad huh?” she already knew the answer before he even nodded. She chuckled and put on a smile that Gojo could tell he was in for it.

Gojo’s hands were gripping the sheets underneath him, preparing himself for whatever she had planned. He wasn’t expecting to feel both of her hands around his cock, he cried out at the feeling. Covering his mouth with his hand as she started twisting her hands up and down his cock.

“Don't hide your noises, pretty boy...or I will stop”

He instantly retracted his hand, not wanting her to stop. She wasn’t stroking his cock fast enough but the slow pace was still making his climax come quicker than normal.

Halima could tell he was getting close by how his moans became higher and his cock twitching every stroke. She leaned down a swirled her tongue on his tip, moaning at the taste of him. Gojo’s eyes snapped open and looked down at her. She looked straight into his eyes as she took his tip into her mouth. Gojo’s eyes rolled back as he moaned, his legs trembling at the feeling of her warm mouth.

As she took inch by inch of Gojo’s cock into her mouth, the more he couldn’t control his climax. He cried out as he let go, filling up her mouth with his cum.

Halima’s eyes were hooded as she watched him cum, Giving a hum of approval before pulling off and swallowing his load. She watched as his trembling body started to relax into the bed, watching as he tried to catch his breath. But Halima was far from done with him. She took his cock into her hand making Gojo whine and look at her.

“You thought we were done?” she asked with fake sympathy. Gojo nodded tiredly. “Aw, poor thing. Should have listened to me and you wouldn’t be so tired out already.”

Halima crawled up to him and straddled his lap while looking him in the eye with a dark look in her eyes. Gojo started to slightly tremble.

“We are going to have so much more fun pretty boy.”

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tojiscumdumpster · 4 months

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CHAPTER THREE - TOJI

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“How’s school going, kid?”

Dinners with Megumi are always tense. Awkward. Silence most of the time until one of us says something, which is usually never. There’s a few things we don’t do together anymore, but eating at the table remains. And it looks like he still likes it when I make shogayaki based on how he cleared his plate.

I didn’t have the best childhood or teenage years growing up. Actually, it was traumatic as shit. The scars scattered across my body remind me everyday. So it’s hard for me to give love, be a father to a boy when I wasn’t given that myself—especially without the help of my wife.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.

Whether Megumi wants to admit it or not, we’re alike in many ways. I mean, he has my fucking face for fuck’s sake. He’s stubborn as shit like me. Smart mouth. Slightly tempered. Not talkative. The list can go on and on.

And in other ways, he’s a lot like his mom. Caring. Full of life (when he wants to be). Optimistic. Selfless. Earnest.

Lately, I’ve been getting the side of Megumi where he took after me.

I get it. I haven’t been the best father to him these past seven years. I practically had him fending for himself or dropping him with Kong when I didn’t feel like taking care of him. My wife’s death fucked me up bad and I took it out on Megumi.

He didn’t and doesn’t deserve that shit. He didn’t ask to be in this shitty ass world. We’re in another country. I’m his sole guardian. His only parent, and it’s about time I start acting like it.

So if that starts by me making small talk at the dinner table, then so be it.

“School’s fine,” he answers, flatly.

I take a sip of my ginger ale. “Made some friends?”

He gives me an annoyed look. “It’s only been a week.”

“Some people make friends fast.”

“I’m not looking to make friends.”

Yep. Definitely my kid.

“Okay. Well, what about your teachers?” I take our empty plates to put in the sink.

“They’re alright. One of them is pretty nice. My reading teacher.”

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Megumi tries to do the dishes, but I push him away. “I got it.”

“Miss L /N. She wants to set up a parent-teacher conference.”

“She said when?”

“Monday at three.”

Shit. I start work at four.

“I know that’s near your work time, so I can tell her you can’t-”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can make it. If anything, I’ll call in late.” He nods and gives me a tight smile.

A shitty expression, but I’m taking whatever that’s given to me. I’m honestly surprised he’s even talking to me this long.

“I have a kid from school coming over tonight. He wants to watch a movie,” he announces.

“I thought you said you didn’t make any friends?”

“I didn’t.” Is all he says before he goes to his room and shuts the door.

Progress was made, I guess.

I wouldn’t automatically assume Megumi hates you… He’s adjusting just like you are .

Words of Y/N replays in my mind. I’ve been thinking about her all fucking week. I didn’t even bother to meet up with one of my on-call flings after I met Y/N because I knew no one would compare.

Not after when I felt those sweet full lips and perfect ass of hers. My fist has been meeting with my cock too many times to my liking at the thought of Y/N.

In the shower. Before and after work. When I wake up. When I go to sleep. I kept fucking my hand imagining it was her pussy wrapped around me.

I know Y/N would take me well. She’s just so damn thick. Perfect height and body. A sexy, smooth and soft yet raspy voice. How she whimpered in my mouth.

Fuck, she’d be a good girl.

I’m never one to be desperate to have sex with a woman, but I’m beyond desperate. I need to fuck Y/N badly. Hard. Deeply. Have all of my cock fit inside of her pussy until she’s screaming that she can’t take it.

Everything about her is just so damn sexy. And I’m not only talking about her looks.

I’m usually the type to fuck and go, but something tells me I would want to lay down next to Y/N and hear her talk forever.

Forever?

What the fuck is wrong with me right now? Do I hear how I sound? Like a goddamn lover boy. I just wanted to fuck her. Not spend forever with her.

I know her pussy would be good, but forever good?

Yes .

That’s a question I know never will be fucking no.

It’s been days. I went back to the bar everyday this week hoping that I would see her.

I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.

Enough thinking. Time for work.

“Fushiguro, you’re working third floor tonight with Gojo. Bachelorette party.”

Fucking great. Not only am I pairing up with the annoying motherfucker, but also having to babysit drunk women.

Working at a VIP luxury club isn’t the worst, only if I’m able to do my normal shit like walk the floors. However, nights like these, especially Fridays where we usually have multiple events booked, it annoys me.

Because who gets stuck with the shit? Me.

The club owner better be fucking lucky he pays me generously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing most of the things he asks.

Bachelorette parties are not my favorites because most of the time women think I’m the sexy and mysterious security guard stripper . In their fucking dreams. I don’t crave that kind of attention. Hence why I took a job as security so I don’t have to talk as much.

“Fushiguro, aren’t you glad we’re working together tonight?” The white haired fucker, Gojo, asks me.

“Are you trying to fuck with me?”

He smirks. “Depends. Is it working?”

“Dude-”

“Satoru, if Fushiguro punches you in the face again, don’t come complaining to me.” Another one of the securities joined the banter. Geto Suguru.

Usually, they pair those two together, but tonight they want to leave the babysitting to me with Gojo while he’s walking the floors.

Not looking forward to tonight.

At all.

“Fushiguro acts like he hates me but he doesn’t. Not when little Megumi loves me,” Gojo says.

I snort. “Is that you think?”

“I’m practically his big brother.”

Some of the men here are acquainted with my kid since I brought him to work with me in the beginning. Not an ideal environment for a kid, but didn’t have enough money to afford a babysitter. And despite him being twelve at the time, I had enough sense to not leave him alone in a foreign country.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this night over with.”

I head out the changing room to go to our post on the third floor. The club is damn near already packed and it’s not even eleven o’clock yet. People are drunk and dancing, bumping into me and shit.

Another thing I don’t like about nightlife.

Rather than take the elevator, I use the stairs because it seems like the ladies for the bachelorette party are using it to bring up their set up. Looks like some of them are already up here.

The moment I step on the third floor, I attract eyes from the women. They ogle me like I’m their dinner for the night. And believe it or not, having the attention on me is not my favorite. Like I said earlier, I’ve been dealing with women almost half my life. I offered my sexual advances for money to fend for myself after I was disowned by the Zen’in Family.

I’m single and forty-two. I still have my sexual needs, and it’s not often I’ll deny a woman that offers herself if I’m attracted to her. But that doesn’t mean I want to be stared at all night.

“Ouh, are you one of the male strippers? Sexy bad boy security guard? ” one of the women asked. Brunette. Grey eyes. Average height. Not too bad on the eyes either.

“No. I’m actual the security guards to babysit you, and make sure you don’t fucking puke everywhere.”

She giggles, twirling her hair around her finger. “Well, I’ll try to be on my best behavior, Mr. Security.”

Definitely not my type.

I give her a tight nod and walk to the back of the section out of eyesight.

Eventually the rest of the ladies join to begin their party. Gojo comes up the stairs late, per usual, and the attention turns to him. Unlike me, he likes when women stroke his fucking ego. All better for me while we’re up here for the night.

My assumption is that the bride-to-be just entered because of all the screams and her dressing in white. Am I still allowed to be fucking annoyed by unnecessary loud noise while working in a night club? Yes.

I solely chose this job because it requires less talking and gives me more money.

And I don’t play when it comes to that.

For the most part, time is going by fast. Thirty minutes turns to an hour, and an hour turns to two. Full house club and drunken bachelorette party. Gojo, of course, entertains them, but I stand in the same spot.

“Aren’t we missing someone? I hear the bride ask.

“Yeah, Y/-”

“I’m here! I’m here!”

That voice sounds familiar. No, I know that voice. When I look over to the section, deep skin that glows under the colorful lights, coils pulled in an updo, stilettos with a tiny fucking dress that’s cut out around the waist.

Y/N.

And fuck, she looks damn good.

“Y/N, you’re late,” the bride-to-be pouts. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

She kisses her on the cheek. “I know. I’m sorry. I had like three thousand tests to grade, then I had to go pick up your gift. Then, freaking Nanami. It was just a lot,” she explains. “But I’m here! And you have me for the rest of the night.”

“Okay, sounds hectic. So, you’re forgiven.” The bride-to-be pours a shot of tequila in a glass to hand to Y/N. “Here. You have a lot of catching up to do. As you can see—we’re drunk.”

Y/N giggles. “Oh, gosh.” But takes the shot and downs it anyways.

She makes her rounds to greet the rest of the party and it’s like they all gravitate to her. Like the true life of the party has arrived.

I study every interaction. I watch how those pretty lips move and spread a smile across her gorgeous face. It’s only been a few days and it feels like she’s gotten prettier since I last saw her.

My cock hardens at the thought of having Y/N’s ass in my hands and her full lips on mine again, maybe this time while she’s naked and riding me. Or preferably in that dress. It’s so damn short and tight. Her love handles shows, and again, she’s not wearing a fucking bra.

It’s like she’s begging for me to suck her pretty tits. I will if she wants me to.

“Shit, Fushiguro,” Gojo says, coming near me to interrupt my thoughts. “Being up here isn’t bad after all. All these beautiful women, especially the one that just came in. The thick one? She’s beyond gorgeous.”

I let out a territorial growl and shot daggers through his skull. Y/N isn’t mine, but she’s mine.

“Off limits.”

He laughs. “What? That’s your girlfriend? I doubt she wants a geezer like you.”

“I’ll fuck-” And before I could respond, it’s like Y/N felt someone staring at her because when she turned around, we made eye contact.

She smiled a few times since she got here, but none of the smiles compares to the one she’s giving me right now. It shows her excitement. Her attraction. Her amazement of seeing me, like she never would me again, the same way I thought about her.

Y/N says something to one of the other women before making her way to me. Her walk, how her legs look, especially while wearing those heels. How those full fucking hips sways—it’s sexy. She’s sexy, and I’d be damned if she doesn’t know it.

“Toji Fushiguro.” Her voice is calm and relaxing. “We meet again.”

“We do.”

She closes the space between us but still keeps a respectful distance, just enough to have her vanilla and warm berries scent invade my senses.

“Hi, big guy,” she breathes, sexually.

Y/N calling me big guy causes my dick to twitch in my pants. I really need to readjust myself right now, but it would make it real obvious how hard I am.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her like it’s a fact because it is.

“Thank you. You clean up well, too.”

“Just work uniform.”

She shrugs. “Then maybe I need to start coming here more often.”

This time I don’t need to ask if she’s flirting with me like last time. I know she is. Her body language is telling me that she wants me to fuck her.

There’s just something so organic about our chemistry. Our barely started chemistry, which makes me feel like we’ve been at this our entire lives. I refuse to believe we’re just strangers.

“You’re too pretty to be talking to him,” Gojo snorts.

Y/N gives him an annoyed expression, arching her brow. “And you’re too much of an asshole to be talking to me.”

The balance between Y/N being sweet and spicy makes a pervert out of me. Fuck.

Although I didn’t need the defending, it’s funny knowing not every woman is willing to stroke that motherfucker’s ego.

He doesn’t say a word. Just walks back to his side of the section while smirking at Y/N. But of course, she pays him no mind.

“I hope all your coworkers aren’t like that to you.”

“I don’t really care if they are or aren’t. I’m here to make my money and leave,” I said.

“I suppose. I still don’t like that, though.”

“Come here, Y/N.”

She completely closed any bit of space that kept us apart and pushed her breasts against my chest. I look down at her, dragging my eyes to her tits to see how full and swollen they are. Perfect size to put my cock between.

“Are you going to touch me?” she questions, invitingly.

“I can’t. Club rules. Unless we’re not seen on the floor.”

She raises her brows, smiling. “So… behind closed doors, you can?”

“I can.”

All she does is smile and go in the direction of the stairs, but first stops at the section.

“Ladies, I’ll be back. The security guard is going to show me where the bathroom is. I’ve never been here before.”

“Let us know how the dick is!” someone yells, leaving Y/N laughing while walking away.

I can neither confirm or deny that Y/N and I are going to fuck, but how she’s looking tonight, I’m willing to take whatever she gives me.

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