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Perfume

SUMMARY | Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo all get a bit too jealous of each other when you have sex with them individually. PAIRING | DoJaeJung/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, wall sex, foursome RATING | Mature LENGTH | 8,652 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | I hoped this turned out okay hahahaha. I feel like my writing has gone downhill lately lol Tags - @sleepyvic, @marvelahsobx, @ahgazen @wayvaxis

“Fuck, Y/N…” Jaehyun moaned out as you rocked against him. His hands were at your waist, watching the sway of your breasts, the sensual look on your face as you kept up the rhythm that drove him crazy.

You let out a moan as you continued to ride him, your hands on his hard chest feeling every defined muscle underneath. Your nails lightly dug into his skin, drawing blood that mixed with sweat from your bodies. You could hear his breaths getting shorter and shorter.

He was close, he was so close.

You didn’t even care about hearing the guys knocking on Jaehyun’s bedroom door, didn’t even hear Johnny shouting for the both of you to cover up before knocking the door down.

You were feeling good, so very fucking good.

“Jae, please…” You panted, feeling his hands grasp your breast harder. “Please… I want to feel you come in me… Please…”

Your cries were loud enough to be heard outside the room, but you couldn’t care if the others heard you. It felt like it was only you and Jaehyun, no one else mattered. Nothing mattered except the two of you being connected by sex.

Finally, he groaned, giving a final thrust before he came inside of you. You collapsed onto his body, kissing him softly as you rested your head against his shoulder. He held you tight, breathing heavily. He pulled the sheets over the both of you, in preparation of the guys storming their way into the room.

But they never did.

The next thing you knew, you fell asleep, tangled together on Jaehyun’s bed.

When you woke up, you found yourself still on Jaehyun’s bed, your head resting on his pillow. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you closer. The sunlight peeking through the window told you it was well past noon already.

Looking up, you saw him smiling at you sleepily, just staring at you for what seemed like forever. You reached out to cup his cheek, running your thumb across his cheekbone slowly. His smile widened when you traced the contours of his lips. He grabbed onto your hand, gently stroking it, holding your hand there as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. A small smile graced his lips again as he leaned in, kissing you gently.

And then, he pulled away.

That familiar glint appeared in his eyes once more.

It always returned whenever he looked at you. That soft look of yearning and love.

His fingers ran up and down your arm, stopping on your wrist. With a soft sigh, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his, not caring who or what would walk in. After all, the light from the window was blinding anyway.

Jaehyun pulled back slightly, bringing your hand to his mouth, biting your palm softly. You giggled quietly as he ran his tongue along your skin. "Mmm...you smell sweet, Y/N... like strawberries."

A soft smile spread across your lips as you intertwined your fingers with his. He slowly pushed you to your back, taking the time to nibble on your earlobe, letting out little hums that made you squirm under him. He kissed your neck, lingering there before moving to trail soft kisses down your collar bone. "Princess, your perfume makes me want to eat you up. Your scent is intoxicating."

You let out a little gasp as his fingers dipped between your legs, teasing your clit. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. "Jaehyun...again?"

"Yes, again," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Again and again..."

You breathed in his scent, the heavenly smells of his cologne and the strawberry scented perfume you used created a mix that was impossible to describe. His breath was warm against your skin, his touch hot.

Every touch from him was intoxicating. Every word spoken from his mouth was heavenly.

There was no doubt that you'd smell like him after this. You'd be left with his scent lingering all over you. It would be impossible not to be addicted to him. You'd crave him constantly.

He moved lower, kissing and sucking at each of your collar bones. When he finally moved further down, you let out a moan of pleasure, wanting nothing more than for him to take you. Just fuck you until you screamed out his name. Until you begged for him to do it again and again. You wanted it, needed it, wanted everything that he had to offer.

As he slipped two fingers inside of you, you felt your walls tighten around them, aching for him to push deeper inside of you. His other hand cupped your cheek, pushing you to open your eyes and look at him. Your pupils dilated at the sight of him. He stared deep into your eyes, making you feel special. Making you feel like you were the most important person in the world to him.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly. You nodded. "Good. Because I'm going to make you feel so damn good..."

He parted your legs wider, making sure that your pussy was fully exposed for him. His fingers rubbed your sensitive flesh, circling your clit before brushing your inner walls.

You closed your eyes, whimpering. God, how badly you wanted him to enter you. To fill you up completely.

"I'm going to have my way with you..." He whispered against your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. His teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip before sucking on it, driving you wild. Withdrawing his fingers, he flipped you over so that you were on all fours, the sun's rays now hitting your back. "My naughty princess..."

Slowly, he trailed his fingers down your spine, grazing the sensitive skin as he went. His fingers dug into your hips, spreading your ass cheeks apart for him.

A small moan escaped your throat, pushing your ass higher into the air, inviting him in. You arched your back, exposing your clit to him. Your mind was a blank slate, his touches having an effect on you. There was no thought, no memories, just sensation. Pure, unadulterated sensation.

His hands were at your hips, guiding you, keeping you steady as he rubbed himself against your dripping wet entrance. And then, he slid himself inside of you, filling you completely. You let out a gasp, wanting more. More of his cock, more of his touch, more of his warmth surrounding you.

With every inch he slid into you, you wanted more. You felt his hands move down your sides, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you slow and deep. You let out another gasp as he picked up the pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip, his other hand squeezing your breast. You could feel the building pressure in your lower stomach, wanting release. "Jaehyun...oh god…"

He slowed down, withdrawing almost completely out of you. Before pushing back in.

You cried out, the sudden change in speed sending waves of pleasure through your body. He sped up, faster and faster, making you cry out louder and louder. He picked up the pace yet again, leaning down, letting his lips brush against the back of your neck. Having him take you from behind was heavenly. Everything from his slow movements, to the way he gripped your hips, was heaven sent.

"Baby..." He whispered, panting. "You feel amazing..."

He leaned in, grabbing both of your breasts as he continued to pump in and out of you, rubbing his own body against yours, the both of you connected. Your hair was now hanging loose, falling onto your shoulders. Your lips were open, your breath coming in short gasps. You tilted your head back, wanting him to kiss you.

His lips met yours as he increased the pace, slamming himself into you harder. Each thrust caused a loud groan to escape his lips.

Everything about this was pure ecstasy. Every single second was heaven. It was unlike anything you ever experienced. His touch was divine. The sound of his breathing, the taste of his lips, the weight of his body on top of you, it was indescribable. It was beyond words.

You felt complete. You felt whole.

"Fuck, Jae." You moaned. "I love you so much..."

"Say it again..." He moaned, kissing your neck as he picked up the pace. "Just say it again..."

You tightened your muscles around him, tightening the bond between you. "I love you...I love you so much, Jaehyun..."

"Oh god, I love you too, Y/N..." Jaehyun's grip on your hips got tighter as he began to pound into you, his hips working up and down at a frantic pace. His other hand wrapped around your breast, pinching your nipple. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips against him, meeting his thrusts. "So damn much..."

It took mere seconds for him to lose control. His orgasm racked his entire body as he filled you up with his cum, filling you up with something that made your heart soar. His body trembled as he rested his forehead on your back, letting out a soft moan. He placed gentle kisses on your back, caressing your skin. He wrapped his arms around you, snuggling you against him, kissing your neck tenderly. "I love you, Y/N...so goddamn much."

You woke up hours later, still wrapped in Jaehyun's arms. His face was buried in your neck, inhaling deeply, enjoying your scent. Smelling it with his nose, his tongue lightly lapping at your skin. "Mmmm...baby...smells so good."

You let out a quiet laugh, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Did I ever mention that I love you?"

His laughter rumbled in his chest. "You kept saying it so many times while we were fucking last night..."

"I know...but that doesn't mean I can't say it again." You giggled, shaking your head. "Especially since we're awake right now."

He raised his head, smirking at you. "Mhmm...I'll admit...it does feel good." He moved his lips to yours, planting soft kisses against your soft lips.

"Now, if only you'd stay here...in this bed..." You purred, trailing your fingers up his muscular thighs.

"Not gonna happen, Princess." He smiled, biting down gently on your lower lip. “I think the guys are waiting for us…”

“I know… But… Can we stay like this? Just for a little longer…?” You asked, almost whining, wishing he wouldn’t take his lips off yours.

“And hear Doyoung and Jungwoo complaining my ears off?” He teased. “Babe, I would kill to have sex with you all day and night long but I don't want to incur the wrath of Doyoung and Jungwoo."

"Oh, boo hoo." You frowned, before nipping at his lower lip. "But I can’t help it if I’m so horny for you.”

A low growl escaped Jaehyun's throat as he pinned you to the mattress. You laughed, moving your legs further apart to give him easier access to you.

After taking his fill of your body, he kissed his way back up your neck. When he reached your ear, he whispered, “If you keep doing that, I’ll just have to have you again right now.”

You moaned loudly, pushing your hips against his. He chuckled against your ear, trailing kisses down your jawline. When he finally broke away from you, he smiled lazily, gazing down at you lovingly. “Come on, Princess. Let’s not keep them waiting.”

You groaned. “Fine, but don’t blame me if I end up fucking the other two later.”

He grinned. “We'll see. Now get up.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you rose to your feet, grabbing his hand to pull him along with you. After freshening up, you opened the door to see Johnny with an exasperated look.

“Y/N, go take care of Doyoung or something.” Johnny muttered, running a hand through his hair. “The man has been depressed that you locked yourself up with Jaehyun and getting your brains fucked out all day.”

Jaehyun gave you a look. “See? I knew this was gonna happen.”

“Can’t help it that I was feeling horny and you were the only one home.” You kissed Jaehyun's cheek, making Johnny roll his eyes at you and let out a fake gag.

“Gross.” Johnny frowned. “I’d say get a room but you two just came out of it. Go deal with your other lover. I can’t deal with it.”

“Okay, okay.” You laughed, giving Jaehyun a farewell kiss before he departed with Johnny.

You found Doyoung sulking on the couch, flipping through the channels mindlessly. Looking at him, you couldn't help but laugh, seeing how uncomfortable he looked sitting there like that.

“Doyoung,” you plopped on the couch next to him, lacing your fingers with his. “Are you alright? You haven’t said a word since I got here.”

His eyes flashed towards you briefly before returning to the TV screen, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” You asked carefully, afraid that maybe your constant need for sex with Jaehyun wasn’t appealing to the others anymore.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I mean, yeah, it is annoying, but I get it, really.” He sighed. “We both know how you get when you’re alone with him. It’s bound to drive you nuts eventually. But…”

“But?” You prompted, curious as to where this was going.

“I want you to want me too, Y/N.” He blurted out suddenly. “Just as much as you want Jaehyun and Jungwoo.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Of course I want you. Why would you ever doubt that?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “Maybe because we haven’t had sex in a while and it seems like when you do have sex, it’s only with Jaehyun or Jungwoo. I feel a bit left out.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung.” You frowned, placing your head on his shoulder. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone all crazy with Jaehyun today. I guess we kind of forgot to consider everyone else.”

He squeezed your fingers, his thumb rubbing against your knuckle softly. He leaned his head towards yours, catching your lips with his.

For a moment, the world melted away and there was only you and Doyoung, cuddling on the couch, each other's arms keeping you warm as you shared passionate kisses. You closed your eyes as he drew your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking softly. You hummed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hands ran up and down your sides, stopping at your hip. He placed gentle kisses along your jawline, dragging his teeth lightly against your skin. Your heart was pounding rapidly as he trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at your collar bone. You were practically squirming on the couch from the growing desire to have him. To have him in you.

“Can we…” You started breathlessly.

“Back to my new place?” Doyoung suggested, his voice all sensual and suggestive. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you there since I moved in.”

“Hell yes.” You answered quickly, pulling him off the couch. He stumbled slightly, laughing at your enthusiastic reaction. You watched as he gathered his things and you sent out a quick text to both Jaehyun and Jungwoo that you were heading to Doyoung’s apartment to have some alone time.

It took less than five minutes to reach Doyoung’s building, which said alot considering that you couldn’t keep your hands off him on the ride there. By the time you entered the elevator, you could barely hold yourself together. When the doors opened, Doyoung grabbed your hand and dragged you inside, closing the door firmly behind him.

He released your hand, looking straight at you. You tried to calm yourself, but you failed miserably, trembling uncontrollably as his eyes caressed every inch of your face.

“Why am I so nervous?” You mumbled. “We’ve done this plenty of times…”

Doyoung laughed, leaning down to capture your lips in another deep kiss. When he finally broke away from you, he looked at you intently. “Do you want me, Y/N?”

His question caught you completely off guard. How could he even ask such a question? Of course you wanted him. Every part of you craved his touch. But why did he have to ask? Wasn’t it obvious?

“Of course I want you, you gorgeous man.” You let out a breathless laugh. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed your body against his, meeting his lips with yours. You kissed him passionately, reveling in the fact that he was here with you.

Finally alone.

“Let’s go.” Doyoung whispered hoarsely, breaking away from you, leading you to his bedroom. Once inside, he turned to face you, pinning you against the wall. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, trailing his nose along your jawline, smelling the faint scent of your perfume. “You smell so good…”

His tongue darted out to lick your lower lip, capturing it between his lips. You whimpered, pressing your chest tighter against his. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply.

God, you were intoxicating.

“You smell like strawberries.” He mumbled against your hair. “God, I’ve missed this smell. This smell always makes me want to eat you up.”

Before you could respond, he pulled away, sliding down your body until he was kneeling between your legs. With one hand, he unbuttoned your blouse, slowly undoing each button, kissing his way up your stomach until he reached your exposed breasts. The touch of his lips on your nipples made you shudder in anticipation.

“You taste amazing. So sweet.” He whispered against your skin, letting his fingers graze across your cleavage, causing goosebumps to break out across your body.

“God, I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.” He sighed, nibbling at your neck, drawing tiny circles on your skin. “I dream of you naked and writhing under me, begging me to make love to you. I miss how soft your skin feels against mine. And I miss hearing you moan my name as I enter you.”

He placed feather light kisses along your collarbone, tracing his fingers over your collarbone, moving slowly downwards.

“Mmmh…Doyoung.” You moaned, arching your back as he lowered his head, flicking his tongue against your nipple. A wave of pleasure rolled through your body as he gently sucked on your breast, teasing it with his tongue.

With his free hand, he pushed your shirt off your shoulders, leaving you completely exposed. You reached out to grasp his shoulders, squeezing them, to balance your legs before they gave out.

He laughed quietly, cupping your cheeks in his hands, staring into your eyes.

“Relax, baby.” He crooned softly. “I’ll be taking my sweet time tonight.”

“Promise?” You breathed. “Because god, Doyoung, I want you so badly.”

“I promise.” He whispered huskily, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before slipping off his shirt.

Sex with Doyoung was different from sex with Jaehyun or Jungwoo. With Jaehyun, it was all rough and heavy and wild. With Jungwoo, it was all tender and sweet. Sex with Doyoung was somewhere in between those two extremes. Hot, hard, rough, yet also soft and slow. He always made sure that he went slow enough for you to savor every single moment of the experience, almost as if he were doing it just for you.

His lips traced a trail down your torso, stopping right above your lace panties.

“I see Jaehyun’s scent is still lingering on your skin.” He commented, tracing circles on your inner thigh with his index finger. “I guess I have to work extra hard to erase it. So you can have my scent all over you. Only you.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, causing your pussy to clench tightly.

“Y/N…” He whispered against your skin, biting down softly. “Please tell me what you want. What you need. Tell me how bad you want it. I won’t stop unless you tell me to. I want to hear it from you.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, desperate for him to touch you. Needing him to give you exactly what you needed. You cupped the back of his head, guiding his mouth to your pussy, feeling the sharp intake of air when his lips touched you.

“Tell me, baby.” He growled, his hands coming to rest on your ass, holding you firmly against him. “Show me how much you want it. Beg me. Say the words.”

“Doyoung…please…” You whimpered, pushing your hips towards his mouth. “I need you…I need you so fucking bad…”

You felt him push your panties to the side, exposing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. His tongue swept across your slit, causing a pleasurable ache to spread throughout your entire body.

“Ah!” You let out, your fingers gripping onto his hair as he licked and teased you mercilessly. “Oh god, Doyoung…don’t tease me…”

He chuckled softly, running his tongue along your slit, teasing you by not diving straight into your waiting pussy.

“Oh god…please…I need it…I need it so bad…” You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips against his mouth, making his tongue flick faster against your clit. “Doyoung…fuck…yes…yes…”

“Say my name again.” He groaned against your sensitive flesh, dipping his fingers inside you.

“Y-Yes, Doyoung…oh god…ah!” You cried out, the sensation of his fingers entering you sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You began thrashing your hips against his mouth, grinding your clit against his tongue, trying to get more of his magic tongue inside you.

“Fuuuck…so wet…” He muttered, still teasing you, his fingers never going beyond the first knuckle. You bucked your hips against his hand harder, trying to find something deeper inside you.

Trying to find release.

But he wasn’t having any of that. Instead, he removed his hand from you, kissing his way up your body, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Don’t tease me, Doyoung. Please…just fuck me already.” You whined. “You know I need it. I’m dying here.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Want me to give it to you hard and fast? Or do you want me to take my time? Do you want me to tease you a little bit longer? Let you enjoy every single moment?”

“You can do whatever you want, you know that.” You replied. “Just please, Doyoung…give me what I need. I’m so fucking close.”

The devilish smirk that appeared on his face only fueled your desire further. Your heart started pounding wildly in your chest as you waited anxiously for him to give you what you desired most. You closed your eyes, imagining his thick cock plunging inside you. Imagine how tight your pussy would be around him, how it would burn when he sunk deeper and deeper inside you. You could practically feel him, taste him, smell him…you could imagine everything.

His hands at your waist, he lifted you up against the wall, pressing you harder against it, grinding himself against your soaked pussy. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Your hands moved to grip his ass, squeezing it tightly.

He pulled away slightly, nibbling at your neck. “Tell me how much you want it, Y/N. Tell me how badly you need it.”

“God, Doyoung…I need it…I need you…please don’t make me wait any longer.” You begged. “Just give me what I need. Give me what I crave.”

“Anything for you, baby.” He breathed, lining his erection at your core. He slid into you slowly, filling you inch by inch. You moaned in pleasure, wrapping your arms around his neck, locking your legs around his waist, grinding against him, wanting him deeper inside you.

Even though you knew that Doyoung was as horny as you, the pace of his movements were slow, deliberate, making you focus on every single sensation. It was such an incredible feeling to know that he wanted to make sure you enjoyed every single moment. That he took his time with you because he wanted you to fully enjoy it.

His hips pushed forward once again, filling you even deeper with every stroke. Each movement caused waves of pleasure to roll through your body, taking you higher and higher with every inch that he sank into you.

Your lips met his, your breasts pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, your thighs tightening around his waist.

“I love you.” You murmured, gazing down at his beautiful face. “You know that, right?”

“Say it again.” He whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you, Doyoung.” You repeated, pressing another kiss against his lips.

“I love you too, baby.” He whispered back, nibbling on your lower lip. “I know you love Jaehyun and Jungwoo as well, but thank you for loving me too.”

Your smile grew wider as you gazed at his gorgeous face, your fingers playing with his soft black hair. The softness of his voice made you go weak in the knees. His dark brown eyes sparkled brightly with emotion. As if he was really thankful for you being with him.

That thought made your heart swell with happiness.

As if reading your mind, he tightened his hold on you, giving you a gentle squeeze before thrusting his hips forwards again.

Every single move he made, every single thrust he made, each time he ground against you and kissed you, he was showing you how grateful he was for you. How lucky he was to have you.

How much he loves you.

“Did you have fun with Doyoung-hyung last night?” Jungwoo asked, staring at you intently as you sat next to him on the couch, drinking your morning coffee. You had just come back to your apartment where you found Jungwoo pouting on your couch.

You raised an eyebrow, raising your cup to your lips, preparing to take a sip. “Why? Are you jealous?”

Jungwoo smirked, resting his chin on your shoulder. “No.”

“You wish.” You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove. “Don’t even deny it.”

“He told me he loves you.” He said casually. “And that you love him.”

“Uh huh. And?”

“Don’t you love me too, babe?” He questioned , giving you a small pout. “Can’t I have someone to wake up with and drink coffee with? Can’t I have someone who wants to cuddle with me and watch TV all day long? Don’t I deserve some affection and love as well? Why are you ignoring me?”

“Jungwoo, we just had sex a few days ago.” You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips. "How am I ignoring you?"

“Uh huh. But you didn’t tell me that you loved me.” He frowned. “I want to know. Are you sleeping with someone else or not?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his puppy dog eyes. You placed your cup on the table, turning to wrap your arms around his neck. “You know who I’m sleeping with. Stop being jealous, my big puppy.”

“Babe, seriously. I just want to know if you love me. I’m needy like that.” He pouted, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I need attention and love.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “I can’t believe out of you, Doyoung and Jaehyun, that you’re the biggest baby.”

“I’ll fight them both to have you.” He grumbled. “I’ll pretend to have a broken leg just so you’ll stay with me.”

“Stop being ridiculous.” You laughed, moving away from him. “If you really want to know, yes, I love you. I love all of you guys.”

“Really?” Jungwoo exclaimed. “Really? You love us all? Not just Doyoung?”

“Yes.” You nodded, smiling widely at him. “You, Jaehyun and Doyoung mean the world to me.”

Jungwoo smiled happily, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. Now stop being so clingy and needy.” You chuckled, giving him a playful push. “Go to the practice rooms with the others. I’ll be fine.”

“But…but…” He mumbled, looking up at you.

“Come on, babe. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can find me in bed.” You grinned, grabbing his wrist, tugging him towards the door. “Or am I sleeping alone tonight?”

“Haha. No. I wouldn’t let that happen.” He replied, chuckling.

You grinned at him, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “Good. Now get out there and have fun.”

“Y/N, seriously. I love you.” He declared, giving you one last lingering kiss before exiting the room.

You sighed contently, sitting down on the couch, sipping your coffee while watching him leave the room. Then you took a look around your apartment. Everything seemed so empty without the guys around. Just silence.

You pulled out your phone and saw the text from Doyoung wondering if you had gotten home safely and that he was going to head to the practice rooms. Another text message popped up, this time from Jaehyun, asking you how the date went and saying that he missed you. A final text message was from Jungwoo, telling you that he’d call you later during his break.

You smiled as you finished reading their messages.

You finished the last of your coffee, setting the cup aside before standing up and stretching.

It felt good to be home after such a long day. And it also felt nice knowing that all three of them were thinking about you.

You wandered into your bedroom to grab your towel so that you could go and take a shower. Once you were done, you dressed in your sweats, slipped your feet into your slippers, and made your way to the kitchen. After placing a bagel on the counter, you headed towards the living room to turn on the television, hoping that something good would be on today.

Suddenly, the sound of your front door opening startled you, causing you to jump and drop the remote onto the floor.

You spun around quickly, seeing Jungwoo walk through the door. “You're supposed to be at practice." You stated.

"I was gonna go," Jungwoo made his way to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "But then I realized that it's not really important to be there. I would rather be here with you."

"Uh huh." You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. "And what would Doyoung and Jaehyun say if you skipped practice?"

Jungwoo hummed thoughtfully. "I guess they'd ask why I'm skipping practice. Then I'd tell them that I want to spend more time with you."

You looked up at him curiously, feeling warm all over. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to yours. "Is my Jungwoo still jealous?"

"Always." He winked.

"Ah." You grinned, lips close to his. "So instead of practice..."

Jungwoo responded by closing the distance between the two of you, giving you a long, deep kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You moaned softly as his tongue slid along your lips, pressing kisses to your mouth, leaving behind tingles everywhere. Your hands ran through his hair, holding onto his thick strands.

He smelled good. Ridiculously good. Like fresh air and sunshine. Or maybe it was just his natural scent mixed with the fresh fragrance of soap and shampoo that he used. Whatever it was, it drove you wild.

You broke the kiss, panting lightly, letting out a moan when you felt his hands running along your back, down your spine. "Jungwoo, you smell so good."

"Yeah?" He hummed in response, kissing you passionately once again. "Baby, you always smell good. It makes me wanna eat you up."

"What is up with you and others always wanting to eat me up?" You laughed softly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I love food." He giggled. "Just saying. Plus you taste good."

"Mmmm...I better taste good." You laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Trust me, babe. You do." He groaned, tugging at your sweater, trying to pull it off of your body. "God, I can't wait to feel your naked skin pressed against mine."

You leaned in to bite his bottom lip, hearing him moan. That sent shivers throughout your body, making you feel weak in the knees.

His fingers reached under your sweater, touching bare skin, causing you to let out a gasp. His other hand rubbed up and down your back, slowly working its way down your spine. All you wanted to do was crawl onto his lap, lose yourself in his touch and let him explore every inch of your body.

Your whole body trembled as you felt his fingertips run along your bare stomach. Then, he slowly moved his hand up, lifting your sweater higher, exposing more of your skin. Your breathing hitched, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the emotions that surged through your body.

His lips returned to yours, nibbling on your bottom lip gently, pushing your sweater up a bit further. He pulled away from you, breathing heavily, almost like he was out of breath.

"Oh shit." He muttered. "I'm so turned on right now."

"Yeah?" You breathed out, a smile on your lips. "Me too."

"You want to fuck?" He whispered, grabbing your wrist, tugging you towards the sofa.

You laughed loudly. "Was there a reason to ask? You know I'd never turn you down."

"Damn straight." He grinned, sitting on the sofa and pulling you towards him. You stood between his spread legs, his hands still delving under your sweater, brushing against bare skin.

You arched your back, moaning softly when his fingers ran across your skin. You reached for the hem of your sweater and pulled it up over your head, throwing it somewhere in your living room. You unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts, nipples erect and hard. You watched Jungwoo's eyes grow wider with each second, biting down on your lower lip as you watched him lick his lips. He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you forward, his hands sliding your sweats and panties down your thighs, leaving you completely naked.

"Jesus." He murmured, taking a moment to admire your naked body. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. His eyes were glued to your breasts, watching them rise and fall with each rapid breath you took.

Then, he leaned in to place soft kisses on your breast, circling your nipple with his tongue. You whimpered quietly, biting down on your lip. His teeth grazed against your nipple, causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

"Jungwoo..." You groaned, arching your back even further. "Jungwoo, please..."

His tongue moved up to your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His teeth clamped down gently, drawing a small cry from you. His tongue flicked back and forth across your nipple, causing you to buck your hips forward, rubbing against his erection.

Jungwoo sat up, still licking and sucking on your breasts. He placed his palms on your ass, lifting you up, until you were straddling him. He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you tightly against him, grinding against your wetness.

You felt him grow hard beneath you and reached out to unbutton his pants, needing to feel him inside of you. You helped him shimmy out of his pants, kicking them aside.

"You know I can’t be the only one naked, right?” You straddled him and slipped your hands up his shirt. You felt him tighten his grip on your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Take your shirt off, babe.”

Jungwoo reached for the hem of his shirt, raising it above his head. His hair fell freely, giving him an even sexier appearance. His lips met yours in another searing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like honey and berries. You couldn't get enough of him.

"Ahhh..." You moaned, breaking away from the kiss, shaking your head. "God, Jungwoo."

He delved his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply. "God, you smell so good. Like strawberries. God damn, I want to bury my face in your neck and inhale you."

"God, you always do this to me." You chuckled, planting small kisses along his jawline, your hand grasping his cock firmly.

"Mmm, baby, are you trying to kill me?" He groaned, holding his head up. "I swear I'll die if you keep doing that."

"So you'll die once you're in me?" You teased him, running your fingers down the length of his shaft, eliciting a groan from him.

"Yes." He nodded, kissing you tenderly on the lips. "Every single fucking time."

"I'll have to remember that." You laughed, sitting back on his lap, allowing him to enter you slowly. He filled you completely, your bodies pressed together, skin touching skin. His hands left your ass, gripping your waist, holding you against him. You moved with him, letting him control the pace. Every thrust sent pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"Baby..." He groaned, rocking against you, pushing deeper inside of you. "Ah, fuck!"

"Do you like it?" You asked, your breasts pushed up against his face. "Tell me."

He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, giving it gentle bites with his teeth. You gasped, bucking your hips against him, causing his hands to tighten their grip on your waist.

You rocked against him harder, watching his facial expressions change as you pleasured him. The look of pure bliss on his face made you want to ride him faster, but he slowed his movements, urging you to continue.

He kissed your shoulder, trailing kisses down your neck, leaving you gasping in pleasure. His tongue dipped below your earlobe, causing chills to ripple through your body. Your hands grasped his hair, holding him tighter against you, reveling in the feelings flowing through your body.

When he moved his lips to your collarbone, gently nibbling on your flesh, you moaned loudly, riding him harder, desperate to come.

"Fuck, Jungwoo, fuck..." You cried out, clutching his head to you, digging your nails into his scalp.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Like a fucking angel, you know that?"

"Mmhm." You agreed, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

He held you close to him, keeping the same rhythm, driving you crazy. You moaned loudly, his name falling from your lips. His fingers dug into your hips, thrusting inside of you, sending pleasure streaking through your body.

"Come on, baby." He urged you. "Let go. Come with me."

He picked up speed, stroking inside of you faster, bringing you closer to the edge. You moaned his name, tilting your head back, your hair cascading down your shoulders. With one final push, Jungwoo buried himself inside of you, thrusting as deep as he could, you screaming his name as you came.

You cried out Jungwoo's name again and again, shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure swept through your body. You opened your eyes to see Jungwoo staring down at you, smiling softly. You smiled back, caressing his cheek.

"I love you, Jungwoo." You said, burying your face in his chest. "Thank you."

He leaned in to give you a soft kiss. "I love you, baby."

A few days later

You peeked your head into the practice room, the nearest back-up dancer jumping slightly in surprise before giving you a small greeting. You sneakily made your way towards the couch where NCT's manager was sitting, carefully placing your belongings down next to you.

"Oppa," you leaned towards him. "How long have they been practicing?"

About an hour or so." He looked over at the three members still practicing. "You haven't heard the song yet, right? Why don't you stay and watch?"

"You sure?" You asked. "I don't want to be a bother."

He laughed. "I'm sure the guys will be happy when they see you."

You smiled softly, settling back on the couch. When Haechan told you that Doyoung, Jaehyun and Jungwoo were forming a unit, you knew, oh you definitely knew, that no matter what the song was, they would exude their sensual charms.

You shifted in your seat, watching as Doyoung's sweet voice rang through the room, followed by Jaehyun's masculine tone and then finally Jungwoo's silky voice. You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when you heard the lyrics that expressed leaving perfume behind on a lover so that they could not forget them. And who wouldn't love that? It sounded incredibly sexy and intimate, exactly how you pictured the lyrics.

You couldn't help but take a deep breath while you watched your boys dance. They certainly had the moves, so many different ones to suit each member. After a few minutes, you found yourself humming along with them. Your eyelids started to feel heavy, making you wish you had a pillow to rest your head on.

"Alright, guys." The manager announced, snapping you out of your trance. "That's enough for today. If I keep you guys any longer, someone will get angry."

You rolled your eyes playfully, standing up from the couch as you watched him walk out of the room with the dancers. "Oppa!"

Jaehyun enveloped you in a hug when he heard your voice. "Where've you been hiding yourself?"

You giggled. "Sitting here with your manager while you practiced."

"What did you think?" Doyoung asked, threading his fingers through yours. "Are we okay?"

You bit your lip. "I loved it." You squeezed his hand. "I can't wait to hear it live."

Jungwoo laughed. "You really enjoyed watching us practice?"

"I enjoyed all the aspects." You said, looking at all three of them. "Your voices, your dancing, everything. But what I really enjoyed..."

"Hmm?" They asked, eyeing you curiously.

"The lyrics." You smiled teasingly at them. "Makes me think that you all haven't really left your scents behind, if you catch my drift."

"Oh?" Jaehyun asked, his lips awfully close to yours. "Is that so?"

You bit your bottom lip. "I guess that means you have more work to do..."

"On you?" Doyoung asked, running his finger down your arm.

"I mean...your practice..." You clarified, laughing nervously.

Jaehyun grinned wickedly, slowly walking towards you. He brushed his thumb against your lower lip, catching it between his thumb and index finger, tugging lightly. "What are you saying, baby?"

You couldn't help but suck on his thumb, tasting its sweetness on your tongue. "If you leave your scent behind for me..."

"How?" He breathed, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. "Shall I give you a sample?"

"Please..." You breathed, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

Jungwoo let out a laugh, tugging on your hand. "Why don't we all go home and figure out how to leave our scents behind for her."

You let out a quiet gasp as he led you out of the practice room, dragging Jaehyun and Doyoung with him. It took but minutes to reconvene to your apartment since your apartment was only a few minutes walk from the company.

Once you were all inside the living room, sitting on the couches, Doyoung grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "So how are we leaving our scents behind for you, Y/N?"

You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. "Surprise me. Let's see what happens tonight."

Jaehyun stared at the spot where you'd been sitting just moments ago, licking his lips hungrily. "Don't worry, baby."

You grinned, getting up from his lap and plopping down on Jaehyun's lap. He threw his arms around you, cradling you against his chest. "We'll make sure to give you something worth remembering."

Jaehyun lifted you in his arms and made his way to your bedroom, the other two following closely behind.

"My bed, your bed, it doesn't matter which one." You winked. "As long as we're together, it's all the same. Now leave your scents on me so that I don't ever forget you."

Jaehyun threw you on the bed before crawling on top of you. "We'll leave them on your wrist, your collarbone, wherever you like."

You pulled him down for a kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours, tasting every inch of your mouth, his hand coming up to run through your hair. He broke away, tracing the outline of your face with his fingers.

"I'll leave them everywhere." He promised. "Everywhere you want."

Jungwoo sat down next to you, cupping your face gently. "Whatever you need, whatever you desire, we'll provide."

"Anything you want." Doyoung repeated. "It's all about you, after all."

Jaehyun placed his lips against yours once again, whispering against your mouth. "I hope you're ready for us, Y/N. We won't disappoint you."

The three boys nodded before getting up from the bed. All you could do was watch them silently, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as anticipation surged through your veins.

"Remember," Doyoung called over his shoulder, pulling his shirt off. "No inhibitions, nothing holds us back. We'll leave our scents all over you, our fingerprints all over you. Every little piece of us will be imprinted on your skin, making sure that no one else has you but us."

Jaehyun ran his hands over his abs, his muscles flexing underneath his touch. "And the scent of our sweat will linger in your sheets, permeating the fabric, leaving behind the most intimate smell. Nothing will make you forget us like that."

"Then why are we wasting time?" Jungwoo asked, unbuckling his belt. "We should start marking our territory now, before you have a chance to forget us."

With that, they quickly stripped off their clothes, completely naked, standing there with only their confidence for protection. Jungwoo's long fingers removed your clothes, throwing them aside as he made his way down your body, kissing you along the way. He crawled back up, kissing you hard.

Doyoung trailed hot kisses down your neck, biting your neck softly, sucking it gently before moving up to lick the sensitive skin under your ear.

Jaehyun lowered himself between your legs, trailing kisses from your thighs to your pussy, flicking your clit with his tongue, nibbling on it lightly.

You let out a low moan, moaning his name as he licked your folds. He lapped up your juices before diving into your depths, swirling his tongue around your clit, taking it between his teeth, drawing out a sharp cry from you.

Jungwoo worked his magic on your nipples, gently pinching them between his fingers, sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

Doyoung continued to kiss down your neck, reaching your collarbone, gently biting your flesh.

You felt the heat rise within you, ready to explode, and you tightened your legs around Jaehyun's head, bucking against his tongue, wanting more.

"Jaehyun...oh god." You moaned, tugging at his hair.

"Not yet, baby." He moaned. "Stay still. Let me show you what I'm going to do to you."

You bit your bottom lip, trying to control yourself. "Please. Jaehyun, please..."

"Just relax, baby." He whispered. "Let us drive you crazy. Just close your eyes and let go."

With that, Jaehyun took his fingers and slid them inside of you, stretching you wide, loosening you up for him. He rubbed his fingers over your clit, stroking it gently, causing you to let out another moan.

Jaehyun breathed against your inner thigh. "We're gonna make this last as long as possible."

He didn't waste any time, working his tongue in and out of you, using his fingers on your clit, stimulating you until you were practically begging for release.

"Tell me how much you want it, baby." He whispered. "Say the words."

You whimpered. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Do you want us, Y/N?" Jungwoo asked. "Are you ready for us to leave our scents on you?"

"Do you want us to fill all your holes?" Doyoung added. "Fill you up with all our cum?"

"Fuck yes." You cried, shaking your head frantically. "Fuck yes."

Jaehyun laid on the bed as you crawled on top of him, lowering yourself down on him. His thick cock slipped inside of you, filling you up completely. You sighed happily, closing your eyes as you began to ride him, feeling him growing even harder inside of you.

"Oh fuck yeah." You moaned. "Jaehyun, fuckkkk."

He wrapped his arms around you, locking you to him as you moved on top of him, your breasts bouncing against his chest.

"Look at you riding me." He moaned, gripping your ass tightly. "Feels good, doesn't it? Feels real good, babe."

You shook your head, raising yourself up and sliding back down on him. "Too fucking good."

Doyoung let out a groan as he watched you bounce on Jaehyun. He was stroking his own cock and when you gestured to him, he happily obliged, guiding his dick to your ass, gently pushing it inside of you. You let out a loud moan as Doyoung slowly pushed himself into you, moving in and out of you in perfect rhythm with Jaehyun.

"Baby, don't forget me." Jungwoo muttered, his dick against your cheek. "I need to feel your mouth on me."

You leaned forward, placing your hands on his thighs, giving him access to your mouth, allowing him to push his dick into your mouth, letting you slide your lips up and down his shaft, feeling him grow even harder as you gave him pleasure.

"You're so turned on, aren't you babe?" Jungwoo asked, your head bobbing up and down on his dick. "You're sucking me so good and I'm sure both Doyoung and Jaehyun is giving your ass and pussy a good pounding. So fucking hot."

You hummed around his dick, trying to keep pace with the other two as they fucked you senseless. You loved being used like this by these three men. They knew exactly what they were doing and each man had their own special way of making you come. Each time was better than the last.

"I love how loud you get when you come, baby." Doyoung whispered against your ear, rubbing your clit with his thumb. "That sound drives me insane."

Jaehyun grunted, his hands cupping your breasts roughly, squeezing your nipples between his fingers. "Come for us, Y/N. Come all over us. Let us know that we're making you feel good."

"Let go, baby." Jungwoo urged, gripping your head against his cock.

"Shit, let's all just come together." Doyoung gasped, pressing against you hard. "Fuck."

Your moans became louder, echoing in the small apartment, mixed with the sounds of sex and moans. The four of you moved in unison, groaning as you came together. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a loud cry escaped your throat, signaling your orgasm.

Jungwoo's dick popped out of your mouth, his semen coating your body. Both Jaehyun and Doyoung emptied themselves into your pussy and ass, simultaneously filling you to the brim.

Doyoung collapsed tirelessly on the bed next to Jaehyun, completely spent.

"That was amazing." You panted, lying on top of Jaehyun, his arms tightening his hold on you. "You guys really did a number on my body. Fuck, I can't believe how full I am right now."

"Fuck, I'm completely exhausted." Doyoung let out as the others laughed.

"You look exhausted." Jaehyun chuckled, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face. "Why don't we all shower and then head to bed?"

"Yeah, a shower would probably help." Jungwoo agreed. "And maybe, just maybe, we can have round 2 in the shower."

You laughed loudly, resting your head against Jaehyun's chest. "I think I'd like that."

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct smut #nct dojaejung #nct doyoung #nct jaehyun #nct jungwoo #doyoung #jaehyun #jungwoo #dojaejung #doyoung smut #jungwoo smut #jaehyun x reader

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heymrspatel · 2 years

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october 2022 art roundup

all 4 individual pieces

#hello helloo? did you all catch on to the little themes here? i know bee did! HI BEE MY WITCHY BEE! 💙🐝#look at all these bodies! necks and hands and arms and legs! once again who have i become? landscapes who?#art roundup #shameless #shameless fanart #gallavich #gallavich fanart #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #kinktober #art #fan art #artists on tumblr

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slvttyplum · 23 days

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suguru was the family friend that came around every once in a while when a big event was happening. everyone knew who he was, and he knew who everyone else was, including you, you were his favorite, so he knew you very well.

sneaking off to the bathroom so he could touch all over you and whisper in your ear how much he missed you and how the both of you shouldn't be doing them, how much he missed your touch and sweet taste that would liner on his lips for hours.

it wasn't very often the both of you got see each other, but when y'all did just know the bedroom sounded like a war zone the way y'all was fucking on each other, he just couldn't contain himself and the way his eyes lit up whenever they landed on you was like no other, it would've been too much to say that he loved you, but he was almost there.

this was a secret the both of you kept for years, no one knew that the both of you locked lips with each other after hours in your bedroom, or how his hands roamed over your body while he whispered in your ear all the things he couldn't say in front of everyone else, he knew this was dangerous, but he loved it.

he loved covering your mouth while he dug dig inside your pussy pressing on your sweet spot, his teeth dig into his lower lip as he tried not to moan from how good you felt around him. every time y'all had sex, it felt like the first time, his body always reacted to you quickly, once he was three strokes deep, he already wanted to end it and cum inside of you and whisper how much he was sorry, making it up to you by fucking you over and over again.

once he texted you that he touched down in your city, you were in that car and on the way to the airport. seeing him was like christmas to not only you but your family, they all loved him, they treated him like their own, so what would they think if they knew that he was fucking you deep at 2 o clock in the morning?

the situation was a little tricky to slip over and keep under wraps, but the one thing that made everything worth it was him making you cum and curl your toes. suguru loved fucking you, you had the cutest reactions and made the sexiest sounds, it was worth the flight over to make you cum and cry, he just couldn't get enough of you.

your pussy made him want to get an apartment in your city right down the street and move you in, that's how he felt every time you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and whispering into his ear to fuck you harder.

“i don't care if they hear us, i need you.” your whiny voice in his ear as he outs one hand around your neck and pushes into you deeper and faster, the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot every second making the moans that were previously caught in your throat slip out, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you.

not only was the sex fucking amazing, but he loved being with you, loved seeing that pretty smile and hearing you laugh, loved how you treated everyone, especially him. maybe it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he loved you, because he did, there was no denying that.

whenever he got to see you he would smile ear to ear, or getting random phone calls from him that went from checking in on you to four hour rambles, but it was all worth it because he wanted you, he wanted you all the time.

this wasn't just perfect sex with a family friend he knew since seventeen, this was sex with someone he's been in love with since seventeen.

his dick deep inside, practically melting inside of you from how warm and tight it was, his mouth near your ear, slowly leaning down giving you a kiss on your neck, a quiet giggle slipping from your lips as you tighten your arms around him, your fingers running through his hair, sinking into the pleasure.

“i love you…” his voice quiet as he pushes into you again. leaning up to look at your face, his flushes as he continues to push deep inside of you, his love for you was never going to change.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #jjk suguru #jjk geto #suguru geto #jujutsu geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto smut #geto #jujutsu kaisen geto #getou suguru

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sanjisblackasswife · 9 months

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Thinking about how Gojo is a pervert when it comes to you and Geto’s relationshipp:

With Geto comes Gojo. You’ve been friends with them long enough to know they come in pairs, but you never expected them to be THIS inseparable.

“It’s embarrassing—ah~”

“‘S not that embarrassing if you just squeezed down on me.”

You only said yes to him watching you both once, but now it’s become a routine. Every other week Satoru comes over for a movie and games and it always ends with him at the end of your shared bed, fisting his dick to the sight of his best friends.

Feeling two pairs of lustful gazes on your body, you could sense when Suguru looks back up at Satoru for what he should do to you. You could almost hear Satoru’s giggles when he hears your strained moans from your boyfriend’s harsh thrust of his hips.

“Sat—“ You almost bit your tongue for how fast you almost slipped out a mistake, but it wasn’t ignored.

“Oh?” Suguru’s voice was laced with tease. His movements didn’t stop, but he did slow down his pace.

Grabbing you by the neck, forcing your back to hit against his chest, cold lips landed on your neck causing your back to arch more, “You almost said Satoru, huh? You want him to fuck you that bad?”

You couldn’t speak, all you could do was let out a pathetic whimper feeling his rough finger tip swirl circles on your wet clit.

Deep down Gojo was thrilled. He almost hoped youd say his name, maybe it would give Geto a chance to let him in on what he wanted most.

And he knew, The black haired boy knew how much his best friend wanted to sleep with you, but he always took away the opportunity the moment he knew Gojo was close to it.

It was a fun game for Suguru.

“Look at him.” He bent you back down, his palm firmly (but still gentle) around your jaw making your eyes meet Gojo’s white blindfold. You couldn’t tell if he was looking at your eyes as well or your marked breasts from earlier. But it felt intimidating, seeing his back against the chair, legs spread and hand slowly moving up and down his shaft.

He chuckles, noticing your eyes following the pace of his hand, “You’re drooling.” was all he responded with, his voice slightly shaky from already being so close to cuming himself,

but he wanted to hold it. Hold it long enough to cum with his best friends as Suguru made you look at Gojo stroke his dick to the snapping of his hips against your ass.

“‘M close..” You breathed out. Your arms ready to give out. So shaky, both of your cum and sweat splattering onto Geto’s pelvis, the lust filled noises of groaning and wet squelches fill the room.

Gojo’s heavy breathing began to get louder, you look up from your pillow, seeing the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His neck actually looked way more attractive than it should have. You clench yourself harder onto your boyfriend, the tightness wrapping around him made a pretty whimper fall through his lips.

Geto didn’t have to see your face to know your were looking right at him, he felt mixed feelings. On one side he wanted to be upset and put you on your back to remind you who you’re fucking right now. The other side of him wanted to see how far he can go to see if you’ll finally moan out Gojo’s name and use that excuse to have them both use you for the night.

“Shit!”

But alas, it may have to wait for another day, he was at his breaking point, his loose bun fell once again, leaving the wet stray hairs on his face, nothing but the growing sounds of slapping and moaning from everyone in the room bouncing off the walls.

The orgasms washed over your bodies, you finally let your body fall atop of the bed, but your pretty boyfriend manages to catch you by his forearm to have you lay your limp body ontop of his and under the covers.

“Can I sleep in bed you both too?” Gojo spoke, breathlessly, zipping up his black stained pants.

“No, pervert.” Geto throws the stranded pillow beside him to his friend’s face, letting a chuckle escape them both, you were sound asleep though, deaf to the comments they both made about you.

“She almost broke again. You know she’ll say yes. Just ask. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“No. Not until she says it herself. Until then, youre shit out of luck.”

#black reader #TimikosGeto #TimikosGojo #jjk imagines #jjk smut #geto #geto headcanons #geto imagines #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x black y/n #geto x black reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo headcanons #gojou satoru x reader

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fragileheartbeats · 5 months

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໒꒱ ⌒ ｡ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ★ · ⟆ ﹏！

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— 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪, 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪, 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘠𝘶𝘵𝘢, 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦 <3 (All characters are adults)

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条悟 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬

He knelt between his lover's spread legs, his eager mouth hovering just inches away from her glistening warmth. Her scent was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the urge to press his lips against her, his tongue flicking out to taste her essence. She moaned and arched her back, her hands tangling in his hair as he began to devour her with a skilled fervor. He teased her with light licks, tracing his tongue along her delicate folds before delving deeper, his lips sucking and his tongue flicking with a fierce determination. She writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her body tense and he knew she was close, so he intensified his efforts, his mouth and tongue working in perfect unison. She cried out, a loud and guttural sound, as her release finally came crashing over her. He eagerly lapped up her sweet juices, reveling in the taste and the way she trembled beneath him. And even after she had come down from her high, he didn't stop. He continued to eat her out, determined to make her cum again and again, until she was begging for mercy. With each wave of pleasure that washed over her, he could feel her muscles clenching around his tongue, her moans growing louder and her body growing more pliant under his skilled touch. And as her pleasure reached its peak once again, he knew he had done his job well. Her taste, her scent, her cries of ecstasy, all of it fueled his own arousal, pushing him closer to his own release. He finally pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face as he looked up at his lover, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her body still glistening with sweat. He leaned in to kiss her and they both knew this was just the beginning of a long and passionate night.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒恵 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬

As he pressed his lips against hers, he could feel the heat rising between them. His hands ran down her body, tracing every curve and causing her to let out a sigh of pleasure. Slowly, he moved down her neck, kissing and biting softly at her skin. She squirmed beneath him, her body aching for his touch. He trailed his lips down her chest, stopping to pay special attention to her breasts. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, making her moan and writhe with desire. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to go lower. He obliged, trailing kisses down her stomach until he was face to face with her most intimate part. With expert skill, he ran his tongue along her folds, eliciting a groan from her lips. He took his time, savoring the taste of her. He gently sucked on her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her hips buck in pleasure. Her moans grew louder and her grip on his hair tightened as she approached her peak. He flicked his tongue over her clit, alternating between gentle strokes and firm pressure. Her hips began to buck uncontrollably as she let out a loud cry, releasing all the tension that had been building up inside of her. He lapped up her juices eagerly, savoring the taste of her and relishing in the knowledge that he was the one who had brought her to this point. As she came down from her intense high, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they both caught their breath. They lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. And as he looked at her, he knew that he couldn't get enough of her. She was his addiction, his obsession, his everything. And he would do anything to make her feel the way she did in that moment – completely and utterly satisfied.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩 . ♡𝆬

His lips hungrily devoured her, a symphony of pleasure and desire. His skilled tongue explored every inch of her, tasting her essence and savoring every moment. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, unable to resist his insatiable appetite. He knew all her secret spots, teasing and taunting each one until she was practically begging for release. With each flick of his tongue, her body trembled and her heart raced. She could feel the tension building, like a volcano ready to erupt. He focused on her most sensitive spot, gently sucking and caressing it with his tongue. She cried out in ecstasy, her body arching as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins. And then it happened, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over her, consuming every inch of her being. She moaned and writhed against him, unable to contain the explosion of pleasure he had ignited within her. Gently, he continued to lap at her, prolonging the sensation until she was trembling in his arms. She collapsed against him, spent and satisfied, her body trembling with aftershocks. He smiled, knowing he had brought her to total bliss. As he held her close, he whispered in her ear, 'Baby, you're my everything.' And in that moment, he knew he would do anything to make her feel such intense pleasure again and again.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬

He devoured her like a starving man feasting on his last meal. His lips and tongue played a tantalizing game, tracing every inch of her wetness. With each flick of his tongue, she moaned and writhed beneath him, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that he expertly created. His fingers found their way inside her, curled up against her sweet spot as his lips continued to work on her swollen clit. She felt herself getting lost in the intensity of his touch, her body arching towards him in blissful surrender. He knew exactly where and how to touch her, his movements precise and purposeful. As he increased the speed of his ministrations, she felt her body tighten, the pleasure building up inside her, ready to explode. With one final flick of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, she reached the peak, her entire body trembling with ecstasy. He ravaged her with his mouth, fueling her orgasm until she was spent and gasping for breath. As she came down from her high, she looked at him with dazed eyes, a mixture of love and lust shining through. He smirked at her, his lips glistening with her essence, a proud look in his eyes.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海建人 ─ ☘︎ . ♡𝆬

As his tongue flicked over her sensitive folds, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure. His mouth was hot and skilled, moving with a deliberate rhythm that had her gasping for more. He knew exactly how to tease her, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes, building up the pressure until she was writhing beneath him. With each flick of his tongue, she felt herself getting closer to the edge, her body arching towards him in anticipation. And then, just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he changed his technique. His tongue moved in slow circles, teasing her clit until the tension became almost unbearable. And when he finally took her in his mouth, sucking and lapping at her with a hunger that matched her own, she couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of pleasure, she reached her climax, her body pulsing with waves of ecstasy. And as she lay there, spent and breathless, she knew she'd never experienced anything quite like it. Because when it came to satisfying her, this man knew exactly how to make her cum - and it was a feeling she never wanted to end.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油傑 ─ 𓆉 . ♡𝆬

He traced his fingers along her smooth thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She let out a soft moan as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh. He continued to trail kisses up to her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing it with his tongue. She squirmed beneath him, her hands clutching the sheets as he pleasured her. His lips and tongue worked in tandem, expertly teasing and caressing her in just the right spots. She arched her back, her breathing becoming shallow as she felt the familiar warmth building within her. He could sense her impending release and moved his mouth faster, his hands also joining in to stimulate her even further. She gasped and threw her head back as her body trembled with pleasure. He savored the taste of her, hungrily devouring every drop of her essence as she came undone beneath him. She could feel the waves of ecstasy washing over her, her whole body trembling as he continued to pleasure her without mercy. As her body finally relaxed, he pulled away with a satisfied smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She looked up at him in awe, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm he had just given her. With a satisfied smile, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, 'You taste absolutely delicious, my love.' And with that, he kissed her deeply, revelling in the sweet taste of her lips mixed with his lover's release.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒甚爾 ─ 𓆤 . ♡𝆬

His hands were rough yet gentle as they explored her body. His touch ignited a fire within her, a desire that consumed her every thought. She moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. He moved lower, his breath hot against her skin as he reached her chest. His tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back, offering herself to him, craving his touch. He could feel her arousal, her body quivering with anticipation. He smiled against her skin, knowing that he had the power to bring her to ecstasy. With a wicked glint in his eye, he continued his journey downwards, parting her legs and settling himself between them. His lips found her soft folds, parting them with a flick of his tongue. He savored the taste of her, his tongue tracing every inch of her, making her moan and writhe beneath him. She tasted divine, and he couldn't get enough of her. He focused all his attention on her, his tongue dancing over her clit, circling it before gently sucking on it. Her moans grew louder, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her. He could feel her getting close, her breathing becoming erratic, her body trembling with need. Just as she was on the brink, he stopped, pulling away from her. She let out a whine of protest, but he simply smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He climbed up her body, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As she tried to catch her breath, he whispered in her ear, 'I want you to cum for me. I want to taste you.' Those words were enough to send her over the edge. She screamed his name as waves of pleasure washed over her, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. He drank in every drop of her, savoring her sweet nectar as she rode out her climax. She was his lover, his addiction, and he would do anything to bring her pleasure. When she finally came back down from her high, she looked up at him with a blissful smile. 'That was amazing,' she breathed, her fingers caressing his face. He just grinned down at her, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. 'Not as amazing as you,' he replied, before kissing her deeply once again. Together, they were a perfect match, each fulfilling the other's desires. And as they lay there in each other's arms, they knew that their hunger for each other would never be satiated.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 | 脹相 ─ 𖤣𖥧 . ♡𝆬

She lay before him, her body bared and vulnerable, her breathing quick with anticipation. He could see the desire burning in her eyes, and he knew it was his duty to fulfill her every need. He moved closer, his hot breath tickling her inner thighs. She shivered at his touch, moaning as his lips grazed her sensitive skin. He knew just what she wanted, and he was determined to give it to her. His tongue traced a slow, teasing path up her thigh, closer and closer to her center. He could feel her getting wetter with every stroke, and it only made him want her more. He parted her lips with his tongue, the taste of her driving him wild. He began to suck and lick, using his fingers to explore every inch of her warmth. She writhed beneath him, her body responding to his every movement. He quickened his pace, his mouth hungrily devouring her. She was on the brink of ecstasy, and he could feel her trembling with pleasure. With one final flick of his tongue, she let out a cry of release, her body convulsing beneath him. He drank in every drop, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. As she lay there, spent and satisfied, he knew he had given her everything she desired. And he couldn't wait to do it all over again.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 | 乙骨憂太 ─ ✉ . ♡𝆬

As he lay between her thighs, his lips gently pressed against her slickness, he couldn't help but revel in the pleasure of his lover. Her moans filled the room, spurring him on to please her even more. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive folds. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, her hips bucking with each lick and lapping motion of his tongue. He sucked and nibbled, teasing her with his mouth as she grew wetter and hotter, her body trembling with anticipation. His skilled tongue moved with purpose, tasting every inch of her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He couldn't resist the chance to make her cum on his mouth, relishing in the power he held over her pleasure. He could feel her tense beneath him, her muscles tightening as her release approached. With one final flick of his tongue, her body erupted in a wave of pleasure. He greedily lapped up her juices, savoring the sweet taste of her orgasm. As she moaned and panted, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride in his ability to bring her to such intense pleasure. He knew that she was his, body and soul, and he relished in the rush of endorphins that filled him as he devoured her in every way possible. With a content smile on his face, he crawled up her body, joining his lover in a passionate embrace, knowing that this was just the beginning of their sensual journey together.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 | 狗巻棘 ─ ♬ . ♡𝆬

They laid in bed, bodies intertwined and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. His lips pressed against his lover's neck, kissing and nipping at her skin with fervent desire. His hand traced down her torso, slipping under the sheets to find the warm, moist center between her legs. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. She moaned, arching her back as his skilled tongue explored every inch of her folds. With each stroke, he could feel her body tense, her moans growing louder as he devoured her. He teased her with his tongue, circling her clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. His lover's hips bucked against his face, her hands tangling in his hair as she begged for more. He obliged, picking up the pace and drawing out every last gasp and moan from her. She was writhing underneath him, her walls clenching around his tongue as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. With one final, expert swirl of his tongue, she shattered beneath him, her body trembling as she released into his mouth. And in that moment, as he savored her essence on his tongue, he knew he had given her the ultimate pleasure. A satisfied smile graced his lips as he crawled back up to her, pulling her into his arms and basking in the afterglow of their passion. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips, and whispered, 'You always make me cum so hard.' And he couldn't help but revel in the feeling of being able to bring her such intense pleasure.

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gyuwoncheol · 6 months

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Sir, Please.

Pair: Wonwoo x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut. 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: Wonwoo doesn’t mind keeping you at the edge if it means watching you fall apart.

Warnings: Dom!Wonwoo, Sir! kink, edging, cockwarming, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), squirting, clitoral stimulation, lots of making out, creampie, pussy slapping (like once), overstimulation, dacryphilia, breast play, wrist pinning, dirty talk, use of pet names (Sir, good girl, darling, love, baby, sweetie), glorious aftercare (Wonu is the best), fluff. Please let me know if i missed something. Not proofread, might come back to fix up errors.

WC: 3k

Author’s note: First smut piece for Wonwoo my love. This was only supposed to be post-sex cuddles fluff but thought it was the right time to finally write smut for my favorite boy. As is the plot of this piece, good things come to those who wait 😏 Enjoy!

Tagging fellow Wonu lovers @multi-kpop-fanfics @playmetheclassics for the chaos.

“What’re you doing?” Your boyfriend quizzed, your bare body still on top of his, a cheek resting against his bare chest.

“Doodling,” you mumbled casually as your finger continued to draw lazy patterns on his side.

“Darling, it tickles.”

“I don’t see you flinching.”

“You’re on top of me. If I flinch, you might fall.” He stated matter-of-factly.

You craned your neck to look up at him, flashing a wide grin momentarily, “then suffer.”

You shook along with Wonwoo as he laughed at your reply, a strong arm secured tightly around your torso, while his free hand cradled the back of your head.

A large smile was permanently etched on Wonwoo’s face as you both laid in comfortable silence. When he had collapsed onto you just minutes ago after reaching his climax, he had asked so nicely if he could stay inside a little longer and who were you to complain? You’ve craved for this kind of intimacy with him for awhile now after being both so busy with work.

“You’re lucky i love you,” Wonwoo declared as he kissed the top of your head.

You hummed in response, trailing your fingers again on his side, nails lightly scratching on his skin, “did you just write ‘i love you too’ on my ribs?” He laughs, and you nod an affirmative.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and snuggling more into your boyfriend’s chest. Now would be a good time for time to stand still. The setting sun casted warm hues of light inside your bedroom and while the airconditioning was cold, Wonwoo was radiating just the right amount of heat to keep you from shivering.

“I’ve missed you,” you blurted out.

“I know, sweetheart. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this,” another kiss was placed on top of your head, “i’m sorry i’ve been so busy.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, resting your chin on his pecs to face him. “I wish i had more time to visit you in practice, or even just see you for lunch.”

“That’s okay, darling. We’re both just in our busy season. It will be over soon, yeah?” This time, Wonwoo’s palm was rubbing circular motions on the small of your back. “I was thinking we should go on a vacation when this all boils over.”

Your eyes grew wide, excited at your boyfriend’s suggestion, “really?”

“Yeah, maybe the countryside? Or out of the country? Where do you want?”

A blush crept up your cheeks at Wonwoo’s gesture of letting you choose, but honestly, you could’ve just stayed at your home and it would be okay. The last time you had a vacation, he made you choose the place too but this time, you didn’t really have a shortlist of destinations. You craned your neck to kiss his lips shortly, “surprise me?” You smiled shyly, “maybe somewhere peaceful and with fresh air? Anywhere as long as it’s with you is all I want, darling.”

“Okay, i’ll plan it out.” He confirmed before rolling you both over so his body hovered above yours

“Where are you going?” You pouted when he made a move to slip out of you.

“I need to clean you up, sweetie.”

You hooked a leg around his waist in retaliation, not at all ready to feel empty just yet. You attempted the most doe eyes you could muster, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes and clenching your pussy as you did so, “Don’t you wanna fuck me one more time?”

Wonwoo scoffed at your question, the corner of his lips pulling into a devious smile at your sweet tone, “can’t get enough, darling?” His voice was lower by a few octaves, enough to send a shiver through your spine and a gush of wetness in your cunt.

“N-no, sir.”

Wonwoo smirked at the nickname before doing an experimental thrust. When your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he simply chuckled before dragging his cock out slowly and then swiftly burying himself to the hilt, rendering you even more speechless than you were. He could feel the rhythmic spasming of your walls, causing him to grow harder and harder.

You cupped his face to bring it closer to yours, kissing him and sucking at his lower lip. Wonwoo smiles in the kiss, amused at your neediness especially when he feels you lift your hips and roll them on his.

“Eager are we?”

“Wonuuu,” you whined pathetically, clawing at his back.

“Wonu?” he questioned with a glare, pinning you to the mattress agressively, “that’s not what you called me minutes ago, darlin’”

“Well, I don’t know where he went. Maybe if you give me what I want then I’ll start calling you it again,” you smirked, dragging your nails a little more harshly on his skin making him hiss.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, only to dive into your right breast and suck harshly at the bud, eliciting a loud moan from you. He snakes his hand in between you both, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, immediately feeling you clench around his dick again.He mutters something about you being responsive but it flies over your head as he picks up his pace. The slide is much easier given your mixed cum and your new arousal so it takes him record time to hit your sweet spot. Every ridge and vein on his cock drags against your walls in a way that’s more delicious than awhile ago.

“S-sir, pl-pleaasee,” you shake, the pit of your stomach tightening as you arch your back.

“Does my darling want to cum?” The nickname sounds sickly sweet as it rolls off his tongue and it only helps you get closer to the edge.

You nod your head repetitively, chants of ‘yes’s’ and ‘oh’s’ spilling from your lips, but then Wonwoo withdraws his hand from your sensitive bud and stills inside of you, a vice grip around your body as he licks the shell of your ear, “you don’t get to cum until I say so.” The words were loud, clear and firm, in a tone you knew all too well.

“But Won—“ you cry out loud, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your climax painfully float away.

“Nuh uh,” two harsh thrusts are delivered straight to your gspot as your boyfriend hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, “Call me wrong again and I will not let you cum at all.”

“Fuuuuck,” you mewl from the way his cock rams into you with the new angle, following it up with whines at the thought of getting no release, “S-sorry, sir! ‘M sorry!”

“There it is. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wonwoo mocks, “now be my good girl and hold it out for me, yeah?”

You’re a incoherent mess as you try to obey him, but it isn’t so easy when his large cock is abusing your sore, sloppy cunt. Words of filth pair each one of his powerful thrusts.

“My dirty little whore”

“So fuckin’ needy for my cock.”

“Can’t get enough of this pussy.”

“Your pussy is mine.”

“All made for me.”

You were letting out moans of pleasure as Wonwoo pounded into you mercilessly, the knot in your stomach making itself felt again.

“Fu– ah! Fuck, s-sir! Please!” You asked, but it only fell on deaf ears. Both your wrists were tightly pinned with just one of your boyfriend’s large hand above your head and his blown out pupils were looking right at you.

“Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum, please!!!” you begged shamelessly, voice shaking and legs closing in as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

“Not. Yet.” Wonwoo withdrew fully from your hole and you shrieked at the loss, your hips lifting to chase after his dick only to have it slammed down by his free hand.

“Sir!!!” You scowled, eyebrows scrunching and eyes wide, anger and pain washing away yet another failed orgasm.

A proud, lopsided smirk appeared on your boyfriend’s face. He licked his bottom lip, enjoying the torture he beset on you despite his painfully hard cock.

“What?”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking, you knew that much.

“Nothing,” you cowered and blinked back your tears, erasing the anger in your face much to your dismay.

“Good girl.”

You swallowed thickly, squirming once more when Wonwoo tapped his heavy length on your pussy, coating himself with your slippery wetness— not that he needed any more of it— before purposely slapping your swollen clit with his angry red tip. The stimulation from that alone already had your toes curling and it took every fibre of your being to not just unravel right there.

You should’ve known calling him ‘sir’ would lead to this, but behind the tearful denials, you knew immense pleasure awaits.

“Siirrr, p-please! I n-need it.”

“Shhh. Patience, darling. We’ve got lots of time.” The demonic chuckle Wonwoo let out had you whimpering pitifully, your hands fighting to break free from his hold.

It seemed your boyfriend was hell bent on prolonging your agony when he simply continues to endlessly tap his shaft on your clit as he pumps himself.

Wonwoo was not usually loud in bed, save for his occasional grunts and broken groans when he falls into bliss. However, he’s decided now would be the perfect time to make matters all the more worse for you. He was being loud about it all, no holds barred. The squelching noises of his dick against your wet lips is now easily drowned out by the guttural moans Wonwoo has let slip past his mouth. You thought his dirty talk is music? Well, this was a symphony.

You had thought you wouldn’t get close this time around since he wasn’t inside you but the relentless knocks on your clit and the obnoxiously loud moans of your boyfriend have proved you wrong. Your hands balled into fists and you squeezed your eyes shut, mentally fighting off the ball of pleasure in your lower abdomen.

“Look at you, fighting so hard,” Wonwoo snickers, pressing down the tip of his cock to your clit in slow circular motions, “show me how good you are yeah?”

“Yes yes yes! ‘M good! Your good girl, promise!” You were so far gone, pliant to each one of your boyfriend’s requests.

“So wet, you’re soiling the bed,” he points out the obvious, “what a fuckin’ mess.” Wonwoo saw another shiver run through you, indicating you were seconds away from release. So for the third time that day, he denies you of the very thing you crave for, letting go of your wrists and then landing a sharp smack to your pussy before completely backing away to watch you spasm and curl up into a ball of needy tears and pathetic whines.

Your head was spinning and your senses were more than heightened. The slippery feeling of your arousal between your thighs were making it harder for you to squeeze them shut and stay still. Wonwoo simply loomed over you, giving you enough time to stabilize your breathing and let your failed orgasm ebb away. He knew that if he’d put so much just as one finger on your skin, you’d cum right away. Contrary to his actions, he wanted you to cum, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you cry for it first.

“S-sirr,” you sobbed.

A gentle touch carefully landed on your calf and when you didn’t flinch away, Wonwoo let out a sigh of relief, “Yes, baby?”

“Please,” your voice barely above a whisper, “n-need you…”

Whatever other words you had planned were swallowed by Wonwoo in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and messy, his skillful tongue darting to yours, teeth biting at your lips. You both moaned in unison when he impaled you on his cock once more.

“So big,” you groaned, initially amused at the delicious stretch until you realised, he’s had to hold off his own orgasm too.

Wonwoo gives it his all, jackhammering into you like it would be the last time. The sound of moans and skin slapping skin reverberate around the room. And then, there it is again, a coil so tight on your stomach, you fear you’re going delirious to the point of no return.

“Wo— Sir!” You quickly correct yourself, losing the least bit of dignity you had, tears drenching your cheeks, “i’m b-begging, p-please…”

The gentle kiss on your nose set a stark contrast from how his cock abused your sopping cunt, but relief finally took over you at the words whispered in your ear, “so good for me. Let go, baby. I got you.”

A strangled cry ripped out of your throat, your orgasm gloriously hitting you like a tidal wave. Wonwoo continued to talk you through it while holding down your convulsing body and slamming his hips into you, the sight of your pussy creaming his cock eventually producing broken moans from him.

“B-babe, too– ah! Too m-much!” More tears fell on your face as Wonwoo did deep snaps, his pelvic bone grinding on your clit.

“C’mon baby, m’ close. S-so close!”

Incomprehensible noises tumbled out of you when your boyfriend buried himself deep, pushing onto your sweetest spot and stilling there. Between his guttural groans, the perfect ‘O’ shape of his mouth and the thick loads of hot white cum that flooded your velvety walls, another coil snapped within you, a new round of arousal seeping out of your spent hole, except this time, much wetter and hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuuuck, darling,” Wonwoo trembled as the last of his nectar oozed out, “did I just make you squirt?”

“Fuck off,” you scowled, wishing you had more energy to wipe the smug look plastered on your boyfriend’s face.

“So I did?” Wonwoo pursed his lips and scrunched his nose, a look you very much love but absolutely hate right now.

You let your bottom lip jut out in a pout, your brows drawing to the center of your face, “how could I not when you edged me like that!”

“You’re cute,” was his only response, very slowly slipping his softening cock out of you. Your sweet boyfriend peppered kisses all over your face, replacing your frown with a smile. “Did I make you feel good, darling?” He asked genuinely, not wanting to ever subject you to something which you didn’t enjoy doing.

You gave him a shy nod, pulling him closer by his neck to close the gap between your mouths and share a loving kiss, much like how it was way earlier. It didn’t take long for you to part, your lungs still recharging to full capacity after having all the air knocked out of you.

Wonwoo gave you more time to recover, resting his head on the crook of your neck to leave soft kisses on your skin, especially on the blooming bruises he left in his wake.

“Darling, you can’t sleep yet,” he shook you gently when he noticed your prolonged stillness.

A small whine escaped your lips, “but Woo… i’m tired.”

“I know, i know,” he hushed softly, “but we need to get you cleaned up and also, change the sheets. I’ll make it quick.”

You had no time nor energy to protest. You were simply being carried bridal style into the bathroom, your boyfriend making sure you peed before he went on to wash up yours and his sweaty body with warm water. He was so so tender with his touch, especially in all parts between your legs. He’d keep an observant eye to every reaction your face made, careful not to cause any pain.

“Can… can you be mine?” you squeaked, and Wonwoo giggled at the drunken look of love on your face. Every time you think nothing can top sex with your boyfriend in your own little list of World’s Most Wonderful Things, you’re reminded that aftercare by him exists.

“Darling, i’m already yours,” Wonwoo chuckles.

You noded with a grin, brain really starting to drift off into slumber, “I like that.”

He fixes his glasses by the bridge of his nose after giving you a once-over, now dressed in cotton panties and one of his large navy blue shirts which hung mid-thigh on you.

Wonwoo lifts you up to sit on the bathroom counter before cupping your cheeks to meet your eyes, “baby, can you sit here and wait for me for about 10 to 15 minutes, please? I need to change our sheets.”

He had expected you to whine and retaliate, knowing you were always extra clingy after sex, but you simply nodded and smiled. You think you felt his lips on your forehead but you aren’t too sure.

The moment Wonwoo slips out of the bathroom, you’re fighting not to fall asleep, but 15 minutes is long, and maybe you can just lean your head a bit on the cold marble tile—

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” the tall man chuckles as he lifts you in his arms. You swore it hadn’t been fifteen minutes, not even ten! But then he walks past your bed and out of your shared bedroom. The light of the hallway enough to stir your brain awake.

“Where are we going?” You ask, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck as he cradles you into another room.

Wonwoo laughs at your question, “We have to take the guest bedroom for the night, darling. You’ve soaked through our mattress.”

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[ SMAU + DRABBLE ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .

୨��˚ part; one. two. three. four. five.

୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro

୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mommy kink , drug + alcohol usage , smut drabble , submissive toji , soft sex , profanity

୨୧˚ an; guys… i don’t know what took over me when i wrote this one….im sorry ,, also yes drabble time, you all knew this would happen eventually don’t act surprised 🙄🙄🙄

come over and show me then

The last message Toji had sent you. He was bold, heart racing just the slightest bit when he thumbed that frightening, little arrow icon to send a text that would most likely change his whole relationship chemistry with you. You, the kind hearted woman who graced him with your undying benevolence and wealth.

You, the woman Toji called mommy not even twelve hours ago during an idiotic, drunken stupor.

You, the woman who graced his bed, peering up to him with the softest gaze Toji’d ever been observed with. It was an odd sight–you splayed on his mattress. Dawning a lavish top; silken, Toji absentmindedly recognizes the fabric ( then proceeds to grimace at the fact that he can actually discern between different breeds of fabric. Your lifestyle was rubbing off on him ) and thinks you look out of place. An expensive jewel among the dank cave of his shoddy bedroom.

Toji crawls in after you, winding up your side, clinging akin to a baby koala bear. Still, he doesn’t speak, preferring to let the sounds of sheets sliding against each other fill the gaps of silence. You take his hulking body in those loving arms and break the quiet. “I’m not buying you for the night.” You cradle his cheek; you make him look up to you and Toji nods under your hand. “You know that, right?”

He nods again. “Sure,” and for once, it comes out without a modicum of sarcasm. Because Toji believes it when you tell him that you’re not looking to gain access to his body through flimsy transactions. Your sincerity is displayed through the months of torturous anticipation. Months of him on the cusp of begging–and Toji Fushiguro has never begged for anything in his goddamned miserable life. Your sincerity is displayed through the gingerness in which you hold his face. Because how could someone with such gentle hands ever tell a lie? And your sincerity is displayed through your words. You tell Toji things that nobody has ever told him before. Nice things, reassuring things despite his insistence on being an asshole to you.

Toji pushes his torso to be propped up on an elbow before he leans in. It’s not a tame first kiss by any means; Toji is mammalian in the way his teeth gnash yours and his tongue laves your cupid’s bow. “Slow,” you whisper in the short absence of his lips. “Slowly.” A command that he feels inclined to follow like some kept mutt, swapping out the animalistic pace with a more refined, controlled tempo. Your face was swallowed by two massive hands; they clamped on either side of your jaw, calloused and dry and forcefully pulling you closer. “Just like that, Toji.”

The way you say his name… Fuck. Toji grunts, swinging a heavy thigh over your own to situate between your legs. “I’ve never,” there's a pause when he leans in to suck the tip of your tongue, “been so desperate to be inside a woman.” His thick tongue worms back into your mouth, pushing smoky saliva down your throat. You were writhing; your hand slides over his, the one still tending to your cheek, and you guide it lower. He let you drag his hand down the smooth slope of your neck, over the hill of your delicate chest, across the plain of your soft tummy to meet the waistband of your designer pants.

Your head tilts, something devious glinting in the colored rings of your eyes that have Toji so enchanted. He plucks at the brass button of your pants, nudging the point of his nose to the high of your cheekbone. Breathing in the luxury branded perfume that overpowered the cigarette stench still lingering in his room from his morning smoke; evidenced by the stub crumbled in the glass tray on his wobbly nightstand. “What about the girl…Girl from last night?”

Toji smiles at the breathy question. “What girl?” He hums cheekily against your mouth, letting his tongue slip back through the seam of your delicious lips. You slap his face rather playful, but his breath hitches all the same.

“Dick.”

At last, he pops the button. The acrylic of your nails sink into the meat of his forearm, legs widening, ass shifting; all of the signs that Toji hyperfixated on. The way you tell him to keep going without so much as saying a word has him hotter than anytime another woman has begged for his touch in bed. Toji kisses you as he dips beneath the ajar slacks, then those sheer panties, slipping down to where you needed him most. You’re wet, he notes to himself. Wet, squelching and red hot when his thick middle finger sandwiches itself between the labia.

Both pairs of legs tangled together amidst the desperation. While Toji touches you, you’re hiking your leg up–the one snuggled between two of the man’s built thighs. It presses to his clothed crotch, and you reach around grab a handful of his ass. “Hump it,” you dictate, using his ass cheek as leverage to pull his hips down against your awaiting thigh. Toji jolts; never had his ass been grabbed like that, but he thinks he likes it.

So he grinds. His groin crashes against your leg with rough enthusiasm, so rough that it should be a threat to your poor femur bone. But he doesn’t let up. Toji’s arm tenses and shakes with exertion as he fingers you, forearm burning from the intensity at which he moves. But he doesn’t let up.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Fuck.”

What is he, some kind of dog? Chasing his high against a leg, licking your neck, barking obscenities into existence. Had you been anyone else, Toji would have had them bent at the waist over his bed, forcing their face into his lonesome pillow and taking what he needed. But you had this certain authority–you’d always had–as if you owned him. Not that you would ever admit that, nor did you believe it, but Toji did. You pay for his living quarters, his meals, his clothes, his car, hell, his time. The leash was cuffed at his throat, leather digging into his flesh, and he fucking loved it. Toji would wait for your instructions like a well behaved puppy.

“Take my pants off,” you utter, and it’s only then does Toji realize that the both of you hadn’t bothered shedding any layers, taking favor in rutting clothed bodies together like a couple of immature teens. His hips pause their humping, and his tongue finds one long, last lick to your jugular before pulling back.

Two thumbs hook beneath both layers of material at your hips. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he mutters offhandedly, dragging your pants down.

You’re bare. His mouth waters at the sight of glistening moisture between your legs, encapsulated by a dusting of hair. Toji stares, nestled on his knees, straddling your thigh. He just stares.

“I told you my reasons,” you say.

He doesn’t respond to that. “I want to fuck you.”

Your chest rises. Are you arching for him? “Ask me.” When he cocks a confused brow, you lightly elaborate. “Show me some of that respect I taught you and ask me nicely.”

The sole of your foot caresses his pec over the black tee shirt he sports, a gentle notion that he is allowed to take his time. Toji doesn’t need time though; he’s got your twisted little request all figured out. It’s funny, he shouldn’t have expected any less. To him, respect didn’t exist in the bedroom, but Toji would make an exception. “Will you let me fuck you tonight?” You’re not letting him get off that easy, your pointed eyes say it all. So, in an uncharacteristically piteous voice, the man adds “please, ma’am” and strokes your calf for good measure.

That does it.

Your legs spread, arms racing up to coil around the thick post of his neck. He lets you pull him down, lets you kiss him tenderly, lets your tongue curl behind his teeth. Toji groans, reaching a sticky hand down to clumsily shove his sweatpants around his ass. “You have no–” kiss “idea what you–” kiss “you do to me–” kiss, kiss “when you call me that.”

His length drags over your core, hot and heavy and thick and raw. He doesn’t move to grab a condom knowing damn well there’s a box that sits in his nightstand to the left of them. A box that has been forgotten, left untouched in the waking months of his realization that he doesn’t want to fuck other people. Why would he? When you take such good fucking care of him, what’s the point in sleeping around anymore?

“Be grateful,” Toji husks, rubbing up against the warmth beneath him. “‘M never this nice in bed.”

“I’m not, either.”

He throbs at that. A small hand snakes behind his head, weaving into the raven shag of his hair, and tugs. “I really never meant for this to happen.” Toji narrows those steely eyes at you. “To end up in your bed, I mean. I thought I had more resolve than this.”

Too bad money can’t buy resolve, he thinks inwardly. Hand still between bodies, Toji jerks himself slowly, soaking his tip in your entrance. His gaze is glued to your face, flitting amidst all the gorgeous features it had to offer. “I knew I’d get you here eventually,” he speaks with a lilt of confidence, prodding the point of his nose to yours. And then he pushes inside without warning. You’re gooey; a hot, wet heat encasing his body from head to toe. He feels you shudder, feels nails in his nape. He feels your sticky breaths on his cheek, feels your pillowy thighs squish against his hip bones. Toji serves you the entire length in one slow thrust, holding himself inside. “Fuck.”

“Slow,” you warn once more in a broken voice. His hair was grabbed again, you used it as a makeshift handlebar to yank Toji’s head down. His handsome face plummeted into the divot between your breasts, still gift wrapped in that undoubtedly overpriced shirt. His nose pressed to your sternum, taking deep inhales.

Slow.

Slow sex was unfamiliar territory to Toji, one among the list of foreign concepts you had introduced to him during your time together. Fucking was animalistic practice between two people, fast-paced and greedy and surprisingly lonely. Toji fucked with the intention of climaxing; intimacy is irrelevant. Was irrelevant.

Toji slips a hand beneath your back, locking a grip on the underside of your shoulder to weld your chest to his face. Slow, timely thrusts met your cunt, watery squelches filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”

Your hands wander. Crawling down the base of his spine, breezing over his tail bone, clutching his bare ass. Guiding him in a way, and he doesn’t entirely mind. “My boy,” you moan in the throes of pleasure, a free hand blindly feeling for the back of his sweaty neck. Fingers stroke the precious skin there, sensitive flesh that nobody has ever paid attention to, not even himself. Toji trembles.

“Take it,” he whispers back, as if he still had any semblance of control. But you let him, and he thinks you’re too fucking nice for sparing his pride like that. “Take it, goddamn it.”

“Yes, my sweet boy.”

Idiotic. He is no longer a boy, nor does he even slightly compare to anything sweet. God, if you knew him. If you knew what he did for work… How many people he’s gutted and bled like livestock for quick cash… You would leave. He knows this to be a fact of life, you’re simply too moralistic and caring and selfless to keep in contact with a monster like him.

“Let mommy take care of you.”

Oh Jesus Christ, he’s done for. You wax praises so sincere that Toji starts to let himself believe he’s good. He pretends he’s worthy of being here with you right now in this bed, with your lithe fingers petting his damp hair and your breasts against his cheek, and fucks you harder. The toes of two socked feet bury into the mattress.

You successfully conquered his flimsy pride. “Mom… my…,” Toji breathes out, stifling down the impending whine caught at the back of his esophagus. He bucks deep inside, pubic bone to pubic bone, and grabs a handful of tit. So fucking soft even under this stupid shirt.

The sex plays out this way until the very end. A gentle tango that reminds Toji he hadn’t actually fucked in missionary position for some time. But at last, you came around him. “Toji, baby I’m here.” As if you were charged with electricity, you twitched and jumped beneath him. Toji fucked you through it, grinding his hips in a trajectory that caught your clit with his pubic hair. The friction was passionate, and you came with your jaw unhinged on a silent yelp.

“Give it to me,” he rasped, tongue lolling out to lick at your cleavage through your shirt. Drool rolled down the palate, collecting into a small puddle and dampening the fabric. A messy puppy, drooling all over you like that. Toji fucked harder, much too hard to be considered ‘slow’ anymore, but you didn’t stop him.

“Come on.” A hand dips beneath the collar of Toji’s tight shirt, scratching the ever loving fuck out of his upper back. “Cum baby boy.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck.” The thrusts halt abruptly; Toji rams himself deep inside and holds onto you for dear life. There’s a brief pause before he empties himself into the deepest depths of your pussy, twitching as he does so. You coo, talking him through it with an inoffensive hand raking his bangs back. They stick, his sweat acting like a sort of natural gel, and Toji’s forehead is on display. You drag him up and press your lips to it—he flushes and drops back onto you, hiding in your neck.

Toji gasps on his come down, gulping in air through his nose. He’s weak and it’s strange. Despite the stupid amount of strength trapped within that Herculean body, Toji cannot find it in him to hover anymore. His entire weight drops onto your much tinier frame, but he hears no objections so he keeps himself there.

“Worth the buildup?” You ask at last, rubbing soothing circles into the plates of his shoulder blades. Your voice is a little strained, no doubt the effects of a two-hundred-and-something-pound man crushing your lungs, but Toji likes the funny grate of it in his ears.

“You already know the answer.” It’s written in the way your cum mixes together and wets the crease of his inner thighs. He’s not exactly going to say that was the most intimate and passionate sex i’ve ever had, but he’ll show you how much it meant to him by letting you cradle him to your chest.

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warnings. yan! true form sukuna, implied non/dub con: ( forced marriage and pregnancy ), kidnapping.

All of them looked at you.

You recognized those faces. And you tried to hide from them behind the mighty stature built of an abundance of muscles and cursed energy…

But, all of those familiar faces contorted differently, some not knowing how to react; some gaped wide as others felt pity when you were shoved in front of the king by those large hands you grew to loathe.

That cruel and selfish thing held a wide wry smirk as your body — so frail, yet heavy with a large bump wobbled embarrassingly and tired ahead… You couldn't bear to lift your crown to confront them, too mortified. Yet, they couldn't see that attempt, you only looked too weak to try in their eyes…

You felt it in your heart, deep down they had a sense — they knew what was going to happen soon as he left with you.

As much as they forever wished for your safety and honored your valor of vengeance, carrying on your name as the savior when Sukuna swore he'd seize havoc if he got what he wanted — to marry you and earn an heir, he'd settle with leaving all merciful. Leaving behind the chaos he caused and settling far from their territory with the only promise of you.

You remember that very doomsday when he held you with two bloodstained arms — blood of your own comrades who fought with all their might… weak legs dangling in the smokey air as flames erupted from buildings and screams begrudged through the entire city, you remember scraping at the tough skin, seemingly unbreakable, but in hopes he'd release you, you tried unduly before you could end up with no head… But fighting with the last of your might, you swear to this day you could still feel that very cruel squeeze to your sides as he stalked the others with ease, cursing a promise out you had never expected to hear, truthfully.

Almost all warfare seized. They all looked just as disgusted as they do now, just how they were watching the way you shivered when Sukuna’s leather-like tongue lapped over your neck to the whole side of your face as he panted out those very words you toss and turn from every night,

“Take too long to give an answer, I’ll kill another. Or, I will set ablaze to everyone if you don't.”

There was no winning.

Leaving with you far beyond the horizon and years to come, the people you once called family and friends were never to be seen again.

Sukuna wasn't as surprised as they were once they found his concealed empire plagued with cursed energy. He didn't even care, he already got what he wanted and they couldn't do a single thing about it. They knew that very well too.

Especially seeing how you lived now.

They tried to prepare themselves though, knowing his ruthless acts were to be brought upon you once you agreed — you didn't need to, but for the sake of countless lives and for the ones you cherished, you sacrificed yourself, a single life, to him without thought, and now you harbor a dreadful wedlock and bear a child.

Yuji’s face was the worst. He felt disgust and outrage – you poor thing. He couldn't imagine what you've gone through, especially now as you carried a half-being inside of you. Something mixed with the King of curses genes brewing into something undoubtedly revolting, something he couldn't conjecture how you had to submit to such monstrosity to get this far…

Megumi steps back, “Y/n…” You flinch. You haven't heard your name in years, only the title of being Sukuna’s wife dug a deep scar into the tissue of your brain.

Even the other members flinch.

But now, they had their eyes on you for long enough and Sukuna grabs your shoulder to reer you behind him again, right where you belonged.

“Interesting seeing you all.” The king stood tall; a pair of strong arms crossed over his chest as the others waved around smugly.

They knew his strength and didn't want to erase all the disarray you've went through to save them once, so they stepped back, cursing themselves as they did. Crossing boundaries they never thought they'd see, Sukuna knew it would be idiotic for them to waste your life if they dared to overstep it.

They couldn't do that to you.

Waving them off, “She's expected soon,” Ryōmen smacks his lips, keeping his chin up high and all eyes low as if he wasn't already towering over them, “Once that's out, she’ll be busy on the next – as promised.” You shiver, huddling behind the only thing you grew to get used to — so to speak, forced to.

Clinging to his side, you barely peek through his arms to catch their faces once again, but oh, how much you've missed them… Too repentant, weary eyes only tremble at the floor they creaked on, and the further they got, the longing to run alongside them and to be free worsened…

You squeeze your belly.

Shoving your ridden face into his naked back as your husband continued threatening them with your life, you remind yourself this was worth saving them… even if…

… You still needed to give him five more.

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owned | Mob!Lando

Summary: You took the job because the pay was extremely good. Your boss’ reputation didn’t make that much of a difference to you. After all, his kids were who you would be spending most of your time with, not the single father… right?

Themes: nanny!reader, infidelity, sort of dark!mob!lando, smut, explicit language, possessive!lando, breeding kink (brief)

“I’d like to see you before you leave.”

It was the same sentence every night. Every single night. And each night, those words tormented you. You felt too much at the same time. Guilt. Shame. Hunger. Lust. More guilt. Anticipation.

The first night, on your first day many months ago, when he first said those words to you when he came home from work, you thought they were harmless. Maybe a caring father wanting to know how his kids behaved with their nanny on her first day. You’d thought that he’d ask you about your day with his kids.

And he did ask. But that wasn’t all. When you left his study room that night to go home, something in you had changed. Nothing had happened without your consent, and yet it felt like he had invaded a part of you that you didn’t know existed. And the worst part was, you couldn’t wait for him to do it again.

And now, that damn sentence had become part of your routine.

After putting the kids to bed, and making sure they were asleep and snoring adorably, you made your way to those huge doors of his study room.

You didn’t need to knock anymore, you just walked in and shut the doors behind you.

And there he was. The man most people were scared of in this city. The man who had hired you as the nanny for his kids. Also the man whom you slept with each night before going home to your oblivious boyfriend.

Lando stood by the large window, looking down at his front yard which was easily one of the most impressive features of his cape cod style mansion. As usual, he was sipping on his drink. Hand running through his curly hair. He had his back to you but you knew he must have the top buttons of his shirt undone.

You cleared your throat as you approached his lean body standing by the window. Lando turned to face you then, smiling as he watched you walk over to him. Once you were close enough, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer.

Nuzzling your neck and breathing in your scent he said, “Hi baby, how was your day?”

“Um, good.” You gasped when you felt his gentle kisses up and down your neck.

“How were the kids?” He asked, casually kissing your skin like this was normal.

“They were great, as always.” Your heart raced as you wrapped your arms around him, his body heat felt familiar and… good. It felt safe being here with him, no matter how wrong it was.

“You missed me?” He asked, pulling you even closer as he playfully nibbled on your skin. “‘Cause I missed you. I thought of you all day, you know that?” He pulled away to look at you. “I saw you in this little dress this morning and I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you in it.”

He leaned in to kiss you, like he always does, but tonight you stopped him. You turned your head just the slightest bit so he’d miss your mouth. And he didn’t like that.

“I… I can’t stay tonight.” You whispered, looking down at the buttons on his shirt instead of into his pretty eyes. Because you could never resist them.

Lando sighed, kissing along your jaw. You could smell a faint hint of the whiskey he’d just been drinking. “Why do you always do this? Hmm?” He whispered into your ear, “Why do you act like you don’t want this?”

He placed his glass down on his desk and let his hands wander all over you. He ended up pushing you onto the edge of his desk, stepping in between your legs. One hand sliding under your dress and caressing your thighs, while the other ran up and down your back lovingly.

“I have to go home.” You said, looking into his eyes and immediately regretting it because he could get you to do anything with one look of those soft eyes.

“To him?” He asked in an accusatory tone. His expression changed from calm to annoyed. He tsked in disappointment when you remained quiet. “How many times are you gonna talk about this, baby?”

“I can’t just break up with him.” You argued. “We’ve–,”

He cut you off. “Oh? So you can’t break up with him but you have no issues going home to him every night with my cum still dripping from your pussy, huh?”

You used to find his crude words shocking, but not anymore. “It’s not as easy as you think.”

Lando scoffed, “I’ll make it easier for you if you want.”

You knew what he insinuated. He was the man he was because of his crooked ways after all. And you immediately shook your head. “Don’t hurt him.”

That only pissed him off more. His hand moved from your back to wrap around your neck, “We’re not gonna play this little game anymore, you hear me?” He whispered against your skin, lips moving along your jaw while his fingers toyed with the seam of your underwear.

You struggled to find the right words. So he continued.

“How long are you gonna keep him in the dark, hmm? How long are you gonna keep going home and sleep beside him while you’re still filled with my cum every night?” He scoffed. “He’s gonna find out someday.” He stated. “Better tell him the truth.”

“Lando…” You were barely able to think coherently when he easily slid his fingers inside you, stroking you perfectly like he always does. You squirmed and whimpered, before whispering, “This is wrong. We should stop.”

“So you keep saying.” He answered, arrogant and smug. “Yet you come here each and every night to get fucked.” He pulled away to look into your eyes, still finger-fucking you just hard enough to keep you wanting more but not making you come just yet. “Does this feel wrong, baby?”

You let out a loud moan as his finger hit the right spot. “Please…” You begged, you didn’t know what for.

He smirked. “Look at you,” He cooed, “I know he doesn’t touch you like I do. You’re wasting your time with him when you belong to me. You belong right here,” He whispered, pulling his fingers all the way out before sliding them back in, making you moan even louder, “See?”

You opened your mouth to answer, probably about to beg him to touch you more, but he was already pushing you down onto his desk. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his lean waist as he bent down to kiss you. His hand still around your neck while the other slid the strap of your slip dress down your shoulder.

He let go of your throat eventually, still kissing you passionately as his hands quickly got rid of your dress, letting it fall to the ground careless as his mouth kissed down your neck, further down your chest until he latched on to one of your nipples. He sucked on it gently as your back arched off the desk, with you whining in bliss.

You cried out, “Lando…”

“I know, baby.” He whispered, “I know.”

Your fingers found their way into his soft, curly hair and you tugged on it softly, making him groan as he kissed his way up to your neck once again while he slid your underwear down your legs quickly.

“You’re mine.” He whispered against your tender, swollen lips, “All mine.”

His hands quickly undid his trousers and you immediately felt his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your wet folds as he slid it up and down before aligning it to your dripping hole.

Lando held himself up with one hand, bent over you as he stared down at you. “You’re gonna break things off with him tonight.” He said in that authoritative voice of his, the one which made you tremble and clench your thighs together. “And tomorrow you’ll be all mine, and mine alone. You understand?”

You nodded, panting in need.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered before slowly sliding his cock inside you. You whimpered as he filled you up perfectly, stretching you out just enough to make you lose your mind. He groaned as he began moving in and out of you, setting a pace that made your heart race even faster than before. He slowed down for a moment, thrusting into you nice and slow as he hovered above you, looking down at you with parted lips and intense eyes. “Do you know how often I think about us living here together?”

You couldn’t look away from his pretty eyes, couldn’t think about anything else as he fucked you with deep, slow strokes of his cock. He leaned in to kiss your lips, swallowing your moans as he pulled out completely and pushed back into you, making you gasp and whine in pleasure.

“We’ll be so happy together.” He whispered, kissing along your jaw. “The kids love you,” Then he chuckled, “I love you,” He murmured into your ear. He picked up his pace then, pounding into you relentlessly, as he kissed your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and whimpers in the process. “Think about how happy we would be.”

You whined upon hearing his words, and also the sounds your bodies made together, filling the entire study.

“Look at me, baby.” He stared down at you, his pretty eyes seemed even prettier in the dimmed room. “Do you know how often I think about you carrying more kids for me?” He was relentless as he pounded into you like he owned you. “You’ll be such a pretty mom, all swollen, and these tits would be nice and full too,” He leaned in again, kissing you softly before whispering, dangerously. “Would that finally make you leave that piece of shit? Hmm? Is that what it’s gonna take?”

You tried answering but it ended with a loud moan as his cock reached all the right places. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it. Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you.

“I’ll…” You whined, “I’ll talk to him. Tonight.” You struggled to form proper sentences as his body moved perfectly against yours. “I promise.”

“That’s good.” He whispered, wiping a tear which fell down your face. “Because I’m done being patient now, you hear me?”

You nodded quickly, whining as he sped up again, fucking you so hard you could hear the papers and files on top of his desk falling to the ground and neither of you cared.

“Come for me, baby.” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. “Come with me.”

Your mind was foggy by then, and it took your brain a few seconds to register and process his words. Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you, his cock throbbing against your walls.

“Fuck,” He came with a growl, gripping your hips and filling you up like he always does.

You whined as you came around him as well, crying his name and moaning loudly. You felt his smirk against your neck as he kissed his way up to your lips again.

“Tomorrow,” He whispered, reminding you of what you promised, “I’ll fuck you in my bed until the sun comes up.”

You could only nod as you felt his cum beginning to drip down your inner thighs.

—

He stood by the window again, watching your car as it drove away down the long driveway and out of his property.

This would be the last time he promised himself. From now on you wouldn’t have to go home each night. You’d just stay right here, where you belonged, under his roof and in his care.

But just in case things didn’t go according to plan…

Lando grabbed his phone and made a quick call. Barking his orders at his guy who listened intently on the other side.

“She just left. Go wait by her apartment complex.” He smirked as he spoke, “I’m willing to bet they’ll have an argument, and just as always, he’ll storm out to go get some air.”

Lando knew that because… well, he always kept an eye on you through the discrete cameras he’d had installed all around your building. How else would he sleep in peace if he didn’t have eyes on his girl at all times?

He continued, “I’ll tell you when he leaves her apartment, and you’ll move then. Wait for him to walk past the alleyway, and remember, make it look like an accident.” He sighed, even as excitement washed over him, “Can’t have my girl blame me for killing her ex boyfriend.”

part 2

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lingeriae · 9 months

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PUSSY TALK! FT AOT MEN

STARRING - CONNIE, ONY, ARMIN, EREN

SYNOPSIS - just aot men, and times they wanna eat you

WARNINGS - very suggestive (duh), boys being downbad, cursing, gramar errors, reader is black and female.

CONNIE

peering over the edge of your phone screen to see a very tired looking connie, his shoulder sagging as he makes his way towards you slowly. you allow him to push your legs apart and slot himself between them, landing on your tummy and rubbing his face agains the material of your (his) shirt. naturally your hands come to scratch his head, which is freed from his usual beanie, smiling at the soft hum he lets out because of the action.

"hi papa." you say with a soft voice, continuing to scratch his head while you scroll through your tumblr feed. he shifts momentarily the pressure on your stomach gone as he gets up but before you can question him you stiffen, the feeling of lips pressed against your cunt has your phone almost landing in your face as you sit up on your elbow to look down at connie. He presses his lips against it once more before pulling away with an exagerated 'mwah' which has your body heating up, and your thighs closing as you look at him with wide eyes.

connie licks his lips, leaning towards you and caging you into his forearms, his nose brushes against yours as he leans in to peck your lips. "you so nasty." you whisper, scrunching up your nose at him playfully.

he gives you a panty-dropping smile, dimples showing and all. "she looked like she wanted a kiss though." rolling your eyes, your arms move to wrap around his neck pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him. moaning into the kiss connie leans back, lifting up your legs which makes you fall back with a squeak, he licks his lips again when his honey coloured eyes drifts down to your pussy and back to your eyes.

"m' so hungry, mama. lemme eat your pussy, please?"

ONY

you can feel his eyes on you as you talk to your homegirls, drilling into the side of your head and making you feel warm all over. yall only fucked once, and it's like this undeniable tension between the both you since then. shifting on your feet you turn your head to look at him, rubbing your glossed lips together because of how good he looked.

white dress shirt tucked into his slacks with a few of the top bottons opened, his gold chain flashing brightly and matching the grills on the bottom row of his teeth that looked so good with his jaw-dropping smile. he was so shameless, not even attempting to hide the fact that he was staring at you, not giving the person infront of him a glance as he talked to them, no, he would rather have his eyes on stuck on you.

clearing your throat you turned back towards your friends who all had raised eye-brows and a amused look on their face. "girl please do not tell me yall about to fuck at this wedding." one of them said, laughing loudly as you bit your lips with a smile and played with the wine glass in your hand. you shook your head as you brought the glass to your lips, "bye, it's not even like that."

the table suddenly went quiet, and everyone looked over your shoulder with shocked looks on their face they started giggling which caused your face to scrunch up in confusion. "what's funny?"

they shook their heads looking at each other as they sipped on their wine, one of them waving behind you with a smirk. "hey ony." your back straightened as you felt his warmth surround you his chest pressed against your back causing your homegirls to look at you with wide eyes and smiles, you tried to feign ignorance continuing to drink your wine with a blank face.

"hey, girls."you could hear the smile in his voice, and by the way your friends were reacting you knew he was. he leaned down so that his mouth was beside your ear his chain brushing against your bare back causing a shiver to run down your spine. his next words not helping your case either.

"tell your lil friends buh-bye so I can eat your pussy, and stop playing with me."

ARMIN

armin was fidgety. spacing out way too oftenwhen eren or anyone else was asking him questions. everyone was over your house for some party, and you decided to dress to impress. weain a cute little dress that fitted your figure perfectly, not to mention the colour compliemented your sun-kissed skin very well.

his eyes were constantly scanning over the room, looking for you watching the way your glossed plump lips widened as you laughed at something sasha said. feelings eyes on your, you looked over at your boyfriend smile widening when you see his gaze already on you.

you excuse yourself and walk over to him, sitting on his lap a warmth fluttering through you when you feeling his hands immediately find their way to your waist. a strand of blonde hair is twirled around your finger repeatedly as you look down at him, cheeks flushed with a pretty blush and ocean blue eyes glossed over, his pretty pink lips pushed out almost in a pout-like manner. "hi blonde."

he kisses his teeth at your nickname, squeezing your waist as he leans up to kiss your lips only for you to press a finger to his lips. shaking your head with a smug look on your face, armin's eyebrow raising as he looked at you. "nope. spent way too long putting this make-up on, your not about to ruin it."

it's cute, the way you think he needs permission to kiss you. the way you think he ould actually care to listen to your words.

armin leans back, pushing up his hips to the 'fix them' which pulls a gasp from your lips. his lips curl up, head tilting as he looks you up and down with a glint in his eyes. "so I can't eat your pussy?"

your eyes widen at his words, slapping his chest which causes him to snort, looking at you through his lashes with amusement. "why are you so vulgar?" you hiss out moving to get up off his lap only for him to hold you down, you rub your lips together staring at him, feeling your pussy pulse at the way he looks at you.

"m not being vulgar. one way or another im gonna eat that pretty pussy, even if it 'ruins' your make-up."

your make-up was ruined btw!

EREN

coming up behind you eren delivers a slap to yout ass, squeezing the flesh and snickering at the way you cuss him out under your breath. it becomes silent as he takes in your attire, your bottom attire to be specific, his hand linger on your ass while the other comes up to rub your waist.

"this new?" he pinches the material of your tights between his finger, eyes glued to your ass and how nice it looked in the material. you hum, not paying him much attention as you wash the plates.

"yeah, you like it? got it offa temu for - eren!" the water splashes as you jump, erens hand cupping your pussy pressing as his face holds a smug look.

"yeah, makes your pussy look fat. your ass too." his voice is raspy, he applies pressure unto your cunt with one of his finger, smirking at the moan you let out. a mouth is on your neck and you unintentionally lean back as eren fingers you through the material of your new tights, you'd be sure to cuss him out later for ruin it but for now you feel too good to say anything.

his chest vibrate as he hums, burrying his head in your shoulder. "you smell good." whimpering at his words, the pace of his finger sped up and your back arched into him pawing at his wrist as you felt yourself getting close.

eren suddenly removed his finger, spinning you around, teal eyes almost seeming dark as he looked down at you, his fingers squeeze at your waist as he swallows.

"lemme eat you out, pretty please?"

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dilfl0v3rss · 9 months

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This but it’s toji🤭🤭 preferably with a bit of plot <3

i never wrote for toji before so i hope you like it😩

“i’m not fuckin wit you no more toji, you gotta go!” you spit. your arms crossed over your chest as you looked down at the large man on the couch. his scarred lips twitched into a smirk, his hands itching to move towards your waist but he kept them laid in their position on the top of the couch. your words didn’t phase the man at all, his eyes low and bored as he just ignored what you said a dug for his phone in his pocket. “don’t start wit me, i told you a million times ion know that girl. she came up t’me askin about a number and i told her no. you only mad cause i was being polite and smiled at her” his smirk only grew as he watched his words crawl under your skin, your jaw tightening as you tried your best not to attack this man.

“since you like t’smile so much go smile at shiu’s house.” his green eyes saddened at the sight of your sad ones, his hands moving instantly to pull you into his lap. toji brought his lips to your neck, lightly kissing and occasionally sucking the sensitive skin before whispering in your ear. “you really mad at me mama?” he said softly, making your eyes instantly go towards the ceiling. you avoided his gaze as you lightly nodded your head. toji couldn’t help but get a little turned on at how possessive you were. never in all his years of living did he think he’d end up with a women that would get so upset just from him smiling at another woman. the whole situation just made him incredibly horny and you felt it under you. “let me fix it”

��this is your dick so stop running from it” toji grunted, his hand snatching you back onto his dick by the back of your neck. you were tore up, your panties ripped and discarded somewhere in the room, your breasts bouncing under you as your bra was pulled down to the middle of your stomach, and your sheets completely soaked from the three other orgasms snatched from you. you had tried to tap out at least five times, but your man wasn’t having it. his dick just bullying it’s way even deeper into you as he tried to atone for his sins.

“toji ba-baby please just one break” you whined, trying once again to drag yourself away from his brutal pounding, but it was no use. toji just sighed, pulling out before flipping you over on your back. “nuh uh, i wasn’t bein a good boy so i gotta fix it before you leave me” he said, a shit eating grin on his face as he lifted your leg over his shoulder. he sucked and licked at the white paint of your toes as he pushed your other leg to your chest. you were completely stretched out, his thick dick making a bulge appear in your stomach as you screamed and cried into the air of the room.

you felt him everywhere all at once. you took in the sight of him. his low, sexy eyes staring down at you as he let his tongue swirl in between your toes. his dick reaching the deepest parts of you as he squeezed at the fatty flesh of your thigh. toji was a very handsome man and it was almost impossible for women and sometimes even men to not want to get at him when he’s seen in public, but no matter who came his way he always made sure to let it be known he was with you. toji noticed that you were deep into your mind right now, his scarred lip twitching into a smirk as he pushed his dick deeper inside of you, reaching so deep your vision began to whiten as you felt another orgasm begin to approach. “you still mad at me mama?” he said, sliding his hand from your thigh up to your neck before giving it a light squeeze.

“still mad at daddy for smiling at that girl?” toji knew you weren’t going to be able to answer, his dick punching your insides in a way that made your toes curl next to his face, but that didn’t stop him from leaving a couple light slaps to your cheek. “y’hear me ma? i know you can’t talk, but can you nod f’me?” you tried your best to follow the sound of his voice, your conscious fighting with your body as you gave him a slow nod. toji chuckled at the far away look in your watery eyes, his hand moving towards your breasts before giving them some attention. “good girl, you gonna make a mess on me?” he asked moving your leg from his shoulder before leaning down closer to your face. you lightly nodded again, back arching off the bed as you felt the tight coil in your stomach begin to snap.

toji just smiled, watching the entire scene unfold as you released all over him and the bed under you. “that’s good princess, doin real good f’me” he groaned, his release right behind yours. he gave you a couple more deep strokes before stopping, shooting his thick ropes deep inside you while leaving sloppy wet kisses all over your neck.

“i only have eyes for you pretty girl, don’t forget that”

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mypoisonedvine · 2 months

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | angus tully x reader

sequel to 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, won't really make much sense without reading that!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | holiday break can only last so long, but angus wants this to be more than a fling-- and you, as much as you want to deny it, already know it's more than a fling. the question remains if either one of you will admit it.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ only!!), age gap (not huge but angus is 18 and the reader is just out of college), semi-public sex, breeding kink, very inappropriate activities in a church, secret relationship, a wee bit of angst and fluff at the end!

part 3 coming soon!

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go back,” he groaned, dropping his head defeatedly into the crook of your neck. “I never wanna go back to that horrible fucking school.”

“I guess you’ll just see me at Easter break then, huh?” you purred, grazing your teeth over his ear.

“You know, if sex with you keeps lining up with the Catholic calendar, it’s gonna give me a complex or something,” he noticed.

“Oh, I can do better than that,” you beamed. “Next time you see me at Mass, I won’t be wearing any panties. And you’ll be the only other one who knows.”

He perked up again, balancing himself over you with bent arms against the mattress. “I swear, you’re a dream come true. A really fucked up dream I had after seeing a porno mag or something.”

You laughed, but it was cut off with him pulling you into another kiss— sweet and slow, with both of you smiling against each other. With your limbs tangled together under the sheets, you melted together into your bed; and no, none of it really seemed real yet. Every time this happened, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were hooking up with Angus Tully. Frankly, you were sort of trying not to think about it, at least not too much. If you really tried, you could look at his face and see the little kid you babysat all those years ago, and it just made you feel sort of awful about it… yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Your smile fell into a gasp when he started to kiss your neck, his hands guiding your back as it arched slightly. When he pressed his body against yours, you felt him getting hard against your leg, and you groaned softly.

“Fuck, Angus, again?” you whined. “We already went twice—”

“I��m leaving in two days,” he explained, “I need you as many times as I can get away with it.”

You wanted to protest, say something about how sore you were or about how he needed to leave and go back home before someone noticed he was gone— but his slender fingers were already diving between your legs and making you just moan instead.

“See? You’re wet already,” he noticed with a playful mockery to his tone. “I’ve gotta take care of you, baby…”

Oh, you couldn’t stand it when he talked like that— when he made you feel so vulnerable to him, so paradoxically submissive. When this started a couple weeks back, it was the other way around: you were the cool, older woman with all the power. You told him what you wanted and he was more than happy to oblige, never questioning you— he was obedient, basically. But once you’d had a few more encounters, he realized that you wanted him just as badly… that he could make you desperate, if he wanted. Once he’d had the smallest taste of control, he was suddenly a changed man; now, he loved to tease and taunt you, see how far he could push you, even once he made you beg— and you expected you’d never get to live that down.

He watched your face with a mischievous smile as he slowly slid two fingers into you, watching the way you winced and then relaxed. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, “I know you’re all sensitive still… thought you might wake up the whole house with that last one.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed, remembering how he’d had to cover your mouth with his hand when he made you come. These were issues you hadn’t considered much before, since you spent most of the year living in a dorm where you didn’t really care if anyone heard what you were up to. Staying in your parents’ house again— and secretly fucking their friends’ son in your childhood bedroom— posed new challenges to say the least.

You gasped when his fingers curled inside you, rubbing that spot that made everything clench for a moment. “Mm,” he observed encouragingly, “like that?”

“Yes,” you hissed under your breath. Just when you began to let your eyes fall shut, they shot open when he added a third finger inside you. “Fuck!”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” he scolded, “you can fit three fingers just fine— my cock’s bigger than all that anyways.”

He twisted the fingers inside you as your hips rocked, shivers running over your skin. “Yeah, but still— fuck, it’s a lot…”

“You take it just fine,” he assured. “You take whatever I give you, huh?”

“Sh-shut up,” you whimpered, and he laughed softly.

“You’re so good for me,” he continued anyways, making you bite your lip in hopes he wouldn’t notice his effect on you. Whenever he said stuff like that, you just wanted to ask him who the fuck he thought he was— it made you want to shove him off of you and pin him down, remind him of his place. But you never did, because letting him take control always felt so damn good…

His head dipped down a bit under the covers— and his lips latched onto one of your nipples, making you gasp and grab his hair with one of your hands. “Oh god— yes,” you praised, shuddering a bit as he suckled hard on the bud.

He moaned around it, his free hand holding the other breast and keeping you down even when your back longed to arch deeper. “You get so wet when I do this,” he noticed as he pulled away briefly, moving to suck the other for a moment as his fingers gently pumped into you. When he pushed them in all the way to the knuckle, at the same time that his tongue swirled around your nipple just right, your patience finally gave in.

“Just fuck me,” you begged, tugging harder on his curls as you felt him smile against your skin. “God, I just— fuck—”

He pulled away from your breast with a pop and a grin. “Just ask nicely, baby, and I’m all yours.”

“I know you want to, just fuck me,” you growled, but he shook his head and you clenched your jaw.

“You can say it,” he encouraged, “just use the magic word.”

You rolled your eyes, hating the juvenile way of describing it, but his fingers were still moving inside you and you just needed it too bad— “Please,” you breathed. “Please fuck me.”

“There you go,” he praised, slowly pulling his drenched fingers out of you and moving his hips to line up with yours instead. He was so hard; you were almost impressed with his resolve, though at the moment you were mostly just annoyed with it. “Look up at me,” he demanded, making you meet his gaze before he pushed himself inside you.

It was almost too intense, looking right into his eyes as he thrust into you carefully— you bit your lip, watching the heavy sigh of relief leave him as he filled you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes scanning all over your face and watching your expression change as he pressed his cock as deep as possible. “You’re fucking perfect.”

You didn’t really believe that, but you at least would concede that this moment was perfect.

You held tighter onto him, legs wrapping around his hips, as he leaned in closer and moaned against your neck. “How am I supposed to leave when you feel this fucking good?” he groaned lowly, and you felt yourself already beginning to pulse inside as you moved closer to the edge. “I feel good too, right?”

Poor thing— if only he knew that it was his own fault you withheld praise, just because he sounded too precious when he asked you for reassurance like that. He was really fucking talkative, way more than you expected; sometimes you thought if you didn’t say anything, he’d just go off on these wild tangents about how bad he needs you. “You feel good,” you replied, trying to keep it a little vague so he’d ask for more.

“How good?” he asked with a grin, and you smiled, too, because he was wonderfully predictable sometimes.

“So good,” you cooed, “so fucking good that I’m gonna come way too fast.”

“Hey, that’s my thing,” he joked. His stamina had definitely increased a lot in just a few encounters, but he still had a habit of coming quickly if you got him a bit too riled up. Not that you really minded… it was still cute, after all, and he usually made it up to you one way or another.

He picked up his pace, letting out a low moan against your ear. “Tell me you want me to come inside you,” he ordered, panting with each quick thrust.

“Fuck, Angus, I want you come,” you replied, whispering against his ear. “I want you to fill me—”

“Fuck…”

“And put all your come so deep in me—”

“Fuck, baby,” he whined again. “I’m so fucking close.”

You whined, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling your chest get tighter as you moved closer to the edge.

“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he added; okay, so much for predictable…

“Wh-what?” you choked, feeling suddenly hot all over. “Angus, I—”

“I know, you won’t,” he soothed, “it’s just, you know, pretend… just say you want it, please.”

You swallowed but nodded, holding on tighter to the back of his neck. “I… I want you to get me pregnant.”

“God, yes,” he whined through his teeth, fucking you faster.

“I-I want you to fill me up so I can have a baby,” you continued in a whisper, and he moaned again as his grip on your hips tightened. You could hardly believe what you were saying, nor that he had asked you to say it, and yet it made the most wonderfully bizarre feeling stir inside you— strangest of all, it was turning you on. “F-fuck, Angus, I’m gonna come.”

“You’re gonna come with me?” he pressed, sighing when you nodded. “Fuck, let’s do it— we’ll come together. That’ll definitely get you pregnant.”

“Jesus, Angus,” you hissed, “what are you talking about?”

“It doesn’t get you hot, thinking about it?” he challenged. “Thinking about us making a baby right now? Imagining how good it would feel to let me breed you and make you a mommy?”

“Sh-shut the fuck up,” you grunted, but you were already trying to hold it back.

“God, you want it so bad,” he noticed— how was he only this perceptive in these sorts of situations? “You want me to come in you and knock you up, I can tell. You’re gonna come just thinking about it.”

Even though it wasn’t really just thinking about it— it was him fucking you deep and fast and hard after a whole night of making love— you were forced to bite your lip and nod.

“C’mon, baby, I wanna feel it again,” he purred. “Feels so fucking perfect when you come around me— you’re mine, aren’t you?”

Your heart jumped and your eyes shut tight. “God,” you groaned in frustration, but he just smiled and held you tighter.

“It’s okay,” he cooed, “nobody has to know, it’s just me— you’re mine, right? Say it. Say you’re mine.”

You whined when it hit you— and nothing had ever hit you quite like that. Tensing up inside, pulsing uncontrollably, you felt the weight on your chest lift and you dug your nails into his shoulders as he fucked you through it. “Fuck! I-I’m yours!” you blurted out, unable to stop it when you were drowning in your ecstasy like that.

He swore against your ear, and gave you hardly one more thrust before falling over the edge himself, groaning weakly as his body sank down onto yours.

You hoped against all odds that he wouldn’t force you to address any of what you’d just said; he looked so exhausted that you almost wanted to let him fall asleep here if it meant avoiding that conversation. But it was just like him to only give you about ten seconds of silence before running his mouth again.

He started by just sitting up enough to kiss you on the cheek, then the lips, then the side of your forehead when you turned away. “That was so hot,” he announced, still catching his breath, as he grinned down at you.

“That was… different,” you admitted as you hoped your embarrassment wouldn’t show on your face. “You weren’t serious, right? I mean, you know I’m on the pill—”

“Yeah, of course,” he assured, “it’s just, I don’t know, a fantasy.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him. “Respectfully, I thought it was more of a nightmare— you know, it’s kinda worst-case-scenario here.”

“No, no, I know— that’s why it’s fun,” he explained. “‘Cause it’s, like, bad. Well, not bad, but… scary. In a good way! Like a rollercoaster or something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed, “just like a rollercoaster. That’s why the maternity ward at the hospital looks so much like Six Flags.”

“You know what I mean,” he laughed. “It’s just… if it actually happened it would be a huge fucking deal… but just imagining it, just for fun I mean, it makes my heart race. See?”

He picked up one of your hands and put it on his neck, pressing your fingers into his pulse so you could feel its rapidness. “Fair enough,” you shrugged, “you sure scared the crap out of me for a second.”

“You liked it,” he cooed, kissing the tip of your nose. “You like being mine, too.”

Even if you could’ve hid the reaction on your face somehow, the way your weak muscles still found the energy to clench around his softening cock gave you away; he purred as he smiled, kissing you more tenderly on the lips this time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to you.

“I probably look like a mess,” you laughed quietly, “I don’t even want to know what my hair looks like after a night like this.”

“Yeah, that’s how I like you, though— you look pretty all fucked up,” he explained.

You glanced over as he moved to bury his face in your neck again, only to see the slightest blue glow in the window: the early light just before dawn. “Angus, it’s almost morning,” you noticed. “You need to go.”

“Not yet,” he begged, hugging you tighter. “I bet I can make you come again—”

“No,” you snapped, “if your parents find out you snuck out— and if anyone knows you came here—”

“Baby, c’mon,” he pouted, “I’ll be quick, nobody’s gonna know—”

“I swear to god, Angus—”

“Fine, fine,” he sighed, “then just kiss me before I go.”

He held your cheek and turned your face to his, and you kissed him; you hated these kisses, the ones that felt like goodbye. They were amazing, of course, but they always broke your heart.

“I’ll see you later?” he assumed.

“You’ll see me on Sunday,” you replied.

“Nooo, I can’t wait that long,” he whined.

“Yes you can,” you breathed. “Now get up, please, before I have to literally kick you out.”

“Fine,” he relented, climbing off of you and searching the floor for his boxers and t-shirt.

“I still can’t believe you ran here without even putting a coat on,” you remembered, “it’s below freezing out.”

“Whatever, it’s not even a block to my house,” he rolled his eyes.

“Mr. Lindy across the street takes out the trash insanely early in the morning— what if he sees you running back to your house in the snow without any fucking clothes on?!”

“He was young once, right? He’ll understand,” Angus laughed.

“I’m hoping he doesn’t understand,” you groaned, “‘cause if he figures it out and tells my parents—”

“I know,” he breathed, slipping on his shoes and leaning over the bed to kiss you quickly. “It’ll be fine, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled back.

There was a brief pause before Angus dropped his arms down against his sides, hitting his legs; “Well, I… guess I’ll see you at Mass,” he announced.

“That’s gotta be the weirdest thing to say after hooking up with somebody,” you decided.

“I couldn’t think of anything else!” he defended. “I’m about to jump out your window, it’s already a pretty weird transition.”

“Okay, first of all, please don’t jump,” you replied, “but fair enough. I’ll see you at Mass.”

He hesitated, suddenly giving you one more kiss— one that lingered a little more— before opening your window and beginning to climb out.

Mass was certainly a lot more interesting when you kept feeling Angus’ eyes on you. His family had been just barely on time for the service, so you hadn’t been able to talk to him before it started; you could tell he was dying to know if you’d gone through with it.

You tugged on the bottom of your dress as you adjusted yourself in the pew; it was definitely a weird feeling, and you couldn’t stop worrying that someone, somehow, would see up your skirt and get an eyeful. The anxiety of it was oddly arousing, though— it made you understand a bit better what Angus had said about the whole scary in a good way thing.

When you occasionally spared a glance at him, you noticed that Angus still looked a little underslept; you’d both been up all night just a couple days ago, but the difference was that your parents didn’t really mind if you spent most of the next day in your room, so you’d had a chance to catch up— Angus’ parents were more determined to make use of his time off from school, and had him doing all kinds of chores and activities on Saturday that prevented him from getting more than a quick nap here and there.

And they’d tugged him out of bed bright and early for church today, so he was probably still feeling the effects of an all-nighter. That said, he certainly didn’t seem lacking in energy at the moment— he kept wringing his hands, constantly glancing at you, so noticeably that his mom lightly smacked him on the shoulder when she noticed it.

But you were looking across the aisle at him, too. If for no other reason than how cute he looked in his shirt and tie.

After the service, as everyone mingled around coffee and donuts, Angus made a beeline towards you— you’d kind of hoped he would be a little more subtle.

“Hey,” he greeted, and you just nodded at him with a smirk. “It’s been too long.”

He glanced at all the people passing by, stepping closer to you to let someone walk past but never moving back; he waited until no one was too close before he spoke again in a lower voice.

“Are you really not wearing any…?” he asked, an extra sparkle in his eye and a mischievous smile on his face. His smile dropped a bit when you nodded, though, and his eyes raked over you in the most intoxicating, lascivious way. You were sure you’d never had someone look at you like that, like they’d give anything to devour you right then— and with no panties to hold it, you felt your arousal slicken where your thighs rubbed together.

He cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was looking over at him as he adjusted his corduroys awkwardly; you licked your lips, a little too flattered by the effect you had on him.

“That’s, um, that’s…” he mumbled, tripping over his words. “That’s really… yeah.”

“Really what?” you challenged as you bit your lip briefly, moving closer to him and all but batting your eyes up at him.

“It’s really fucking sexy,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you cooed. “I think it’s sexy that you think it’s sexy.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about—” he began.

“I know,” you sighed, “me too.”

“I wasn’t even tired that day— I was wired, actually,” he laughed quietly. “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart’s pace picked up a bit, and you glanced away briefly. “I, um… I thought about you, too.

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can go,” he whispered. “It’s a big place— everyone’s here, if we just… found an empty room—”

“Jesus, Angus— in a church?!” you hissed.

“Come on,” he begged, “I don’t know when we’ll get a chance again— and I’m leaving tomorrow— and I want you so bad—”

“Shh,” you warned him, making sure no one was nearby again. “We’ll figure something out— just not here. It’s too risky.”

“But I need you now,” he insisted, voice lower and darker as he stepped just a bit closer to you. “It won’t take us long— I mean, it definitely won’t take me long, after spending the last two days thinking about you.”

You crossed your arms, looking down at the floor, and you felt him lean in over you. “Please, baby?” he whispered under his breath.

Releting, you took a glance at the crowd and made sure nobody was looking in your direction. “You go find an empty room in the east wing. I’ll talk to a few people— so it doesn’t look like we’re going together— and I’ll come find you in a few minutes, okay?”

“Great,” he beamed. “Uh, which way is east again?”

You pointed him in the right direction and watched him bound away, sighing to yourself as you re-entered the crowd. You got a lot of questions about your plan now that you finished your degree— and you found yourself repeating the same stock answer about how your graduate program didn’t start until the fall so you had the spring and summer to stay home. Even though you knew you needed to kill some time to look less suspicious, you found yourself glancing constantly towards the east wing, getting more and more impatient for your chance to slip away as unnoticed as possible.

As the crowd was clearing out and nearly everyone’s attention was turned onto somebody’s new baby, you took the opportunity to disappear into the dark hallway. As you peered around the doors, you saw Angus peeking out at you through one of the little windows; the door opened, and you slipped into an abandoned Sunday school classroom, barely having time to gingerly shut the door behind you before you felt his lips on your neck and his hand sliding up your thigh.

“That took forever,” he complained, and before you could remind him it had hardly been five minutes, his fingers were exploring between your legs. “Fuck, what’re you so wet for?” he teased, and you groaned as you pulled him closer by his pants and hopped up to sit on the low bookshelf nearby.

“Just hurry up,” you hissed, “we need to get this over with before somebody finds us here.”

He opened his fly quickly, but struggled slightly to free himself from the confines of his trousers; you hummed a bit when he got it out, pressing it against you right away as you moved your hips up.

Thrusting into you all at once, you both sighed slowly; you took hold of his shoulders, he grabbed onto your hips, and instantly he began to fuck into you impatiently.

“God, you’re so tight,” he hissed against your ear. “Touch yourself— I want you to come, too.”

You reached between your bodies to put a few fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in hopes that you could catch up with him.

“Do you always do what you’re told?” he mocked playfully.

“I think the fact that we’re doing this right after church proves that I don’t,” you replied.

“Guess you only do what I tell you to,” he shrugged, which really made you want to talk back, but you couldn’t because you were trying not to moan too loudly.

He moved faster inside you, and something about the angle of sitting up on the shelf was making him hit just the right spot— or maybe you were sensitive from the exhilarating fear of getting caught.

“What if I got you pregnant here?” he purred, making you arch your back slightly. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”

“You’ve got a weird sense of humor, Tully,” you breathed, struggling not to let your voice come out all whiny and weak.

“Knocked up at St. Mary’s… it’s what God would want, right?”

“Do you never shut up?” you hissed.

“No,” he smirked, “you’re cute when you’re ticked off at me.”

His eyes met yours, and you felt a strange emotion stir in your chest: you bit your lip, willing yourself to tear away from his gaze, but you found it impossible somehow.

One of his hands moved from your hip up to your chest, palming at you through your dress. You tensed up inside, making him wince a bit, and you couldn’t believe how close you were already.

“Oh god, baby, m’gonna come,” you whimpered, moving your hand even faster over your clit; he groaned in approval, leaning in to kiss all along your neck.

“Come for me,” he pleaded, “I’m so fucking close— please come, fuck—”

“R-right there,” you gasped, gripping his shoulder tighter— actually, that wasn’t the only place you were gripping him tighter. He was struggling to maintain the pace of his thrusts, in fact, with how hard your walls were bearing down on him. “Yes, yes, yes—”

“Not too loud,” he warned you, and you bit hard on your own lip to suppress your moan: it stayed in your throat instead, and you heard him gasp as he heard and felt you reaching your peak. He had to take his hand off your chest and put it on the bookshelf under you to help keep you upright, and he looked down between your bodies to watch himself give you a few final thrusts.

He stopped suddenly, whimpering slightly as he buried himself in you as deep as he could go; you sighed and laid back on the bookshelf again, having to tilt your head to avoid a figurine of some prophet or saint that you had absolutely no interest in identifying at the moment.

Angus took a moment to catch his breath, before looking back over his shoulder and through the door’s window to make sure no one was in the hallway. He pulled his cock out of you carefully and did his best to fit it back into his pants. As you felt a warm oozing feeling between your legs, your face began to heat up.

“Maybe I didn’t think this through,” you realized.

“What?” he mumbled.

“I’m gonna have to go out there with nothing on under my dress, with your come leaking out of me.”

He bit his lip.

“It’s not sexy, Angus! It’s very inconvenient!” you frowned.

“It’s both,” he insisted. “It’s very much both.”

Though you did get another chance to see Angus before he left, it wasn’t that sort of rendezvous, unfortunately. Although, just sitting and talking with him was wonderful, too— in an entirely different way. See, that was the thing that scared you most, even more than how badly you’d come to crave his touch: how happy you felt just being with him.

He was funny, and weird, and seemed to think your stories from college were fascinating; he was well-read, especially for a high school student, and you two could chat about your favorite books— a hobby most of your classmates in college found too nerdy to sympathize with.

It probably looked totally wholesome from the outside: two childhood friends catching up while they were back home for a while. And you, you probably looked normal and cool on the outside— you were trying to, at least. But inside, you were terrified. You wanted it to be like what Angus said— scary, in a good way, like a rollercoaster— but you were starting to just feel sick. You know, like an actual rollercoaster would…

“Everyone there is so… dumb,” Angus decided as he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling.

“That can’t be true, it’s a good school,” you tried to encourage him.

“I mean, maybe they could be smart, but they act like morons,” he clarified. “They hate me, too, and I don’t even really know why.”

“Probably because they can sense that you think they’re all morons,” you suggested; and he looked over at you, as if he’d genuinely never thought of that before.

But instead of addressing that, he sat up again and changed the subject. “My parents probably want me to go back and, like, put my trunk in the car and stuff…”

“Right,” you nodded, “you should go.”

“Yeah— b-but, listen, um, before I do…” he trailed off, leaning a little closer to you on the couch. “I wanted to, you know, talk. About something.”

“We’ve been talking for half an hour,” you noticed.

“Right, uh— I meant something specific,” he explained, his cheeks seeming to get a little bit more pink. “I… I won’t be back until spring break, you know…”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, raising an eyebrow as you wondered what he was getting at.

“And, you know, we’ve been having such a great time,” he went on, and your heart twisted. You’d heard this spiel before: the things are so good now, why do we need to put a label on it? why can’t we just have fun talk. The you’re great, but not good enough for more than this talk. You decided to jump in and spare him before he said anything too… honest.

“I get it,” you promised, and he looked at you nervously. “We’re gonna be too far apart for too long— and you shouldn’t, you know, feel like you’re tied down to anything. It’s okay— I didn’t think I was, like, your girlfriend or anything.”

“R-right,” he coughed, looking away and putting his hand on the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s— that’s what I was gonna say. I knew you’d understand.”

You smiled, wishing you weren’t always so goddamn understanding. “But it was fun— a good way to kill time over the break, for sure.”

“Yeah,” he agreed alongside a thin laugh. “I… I think I’ll always owe you, for being my first time and all.”

“Well, you’ve certainly spent your first two weeks of not being a virgin pretty well,” you snorted. “I had a good time. We’ll call it even.”

“And… when I come back?” he pressed. “Maybe we can, I dunno… maybe we can do it again.”

You grinned and tilted your head. “Yeah, I like that idea.”

“But can I still call you?” he asked nervously.

“Of course!” you beamed. “You’ll have to tell me if you get any good books assigned this semester.”

“Yeah, I doubt it,” he scoffed, but his smile lifted just a bit.

“I can come see you off, if you want,” you offered, “but it might make your mom suspect something…”

“You’re probably right,” he admitted, “I wish you weren’t, but you are— but I’ll call first thing when I get there!”

You smiled, and he gave you a hug before he left; and he promised to call again, though you’d believed him the first time. And the next time you stayed up all night with Angus, it was on the phone— he snuck out of bed with a bag of quarters, and told you the phone was free so you wouldn’t feel bad, and talked to you about everything he could possibly think of.

Except, you didn’t quite make it all night: you fell asleep at some point, while he was talking about his English paper… not that he could blame you.

And for some reason, one that even he himself couldn’t quite explain, he kept feeding the phone quarters and listening to you sleep; he didn’t hang up until it was nearly morning and he had to sneak back into his room.

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suguru hated how infatuated you were with satoru, even though he knew you meant no harm whenever you spoke about him, it still made him upset. you were supposed to be paying attention to him not satoru and the more you spoke about hm, the more suguru went out of his way to prove to you that he was better than him in all aspects.

including sex.

there was no better way to prove that you were better than someone than to prove how good you were at sex, and that's exactly what suguru did. was this petty? yes, but he wasn't going to have you drooling out the mouth about satoru so he did the only thing he could think of.

“do you want to fuck satoru?” bouncing his leg while you were on his lap, this wasn't a joke or a trick, he wanted a genuine answer. horror coating your face as you look at him, no smirk or sadness on his expression, just his regular resting face, his arm wrapped around your waist, his thumb rubbing over your hip.

“no.” just a one word answer hoping he won't dig deeper into it, and he didn't, instead he did what he had to do to prove to you that he was better than satoru, the no showed him everything he needed to see. taking the rubber band that he had resting on his wrist and tying his hair back and grabbing you by the neck, giving you a kiss.

his hand sliding to the back of your neck, resting as you fully emerge into the kiss, his sweet taste on yours. once you closed your eyes to kiss him, the next time you opened them you were on the bed and holding up your legs for suguru so that he could fuck you.

“i want you to know… that you'll always be mine okay?” and with that he lined himself up and pushed into you, letting out a groan of pleasure, your walls wrapped around him and squeezing him.

suguru proving to you that he was the overall better choice than satoru went on for two weeks straight, him beating your pussy in until he was physically tumbling over from how weak your pussy got him. you didn't know why he was fucking you the way he was, but you weren't complaining, it was like getting a reward every time you came home to suguru bending you over the counter and sliding down your panties just to eat your pussy from the back.

he knew he shouldn't have been jealous but the line of you going out to actually fuck satoru was too thin, so he had to make you fucked out for you not to do that and he succeeded. by the end of every night, the sheets were drenched with three different fluids, and you were asleep beside him as he cleaned you up, mumbling to yourself in your sleep his name.

maybe this wasn't about satoru but more about him wanting to fuck you to sleep every night, either way he loved to please you so that's what he was going to do.

“no one else can fuck you the way i fuck you… say it.” while pushing your thighs into your chest and kissing you, tears in the corner of your eyes as he pushes deep inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing on your sweet spot making your heart beat faster and pleasure jolt throughout your body. that's all suguru wanted, he wanted to hear you say those words.

to hear you say that his dick was better than anyone else's and that he's the only one who could make you cum, and all of that was true, so he wanted to hear you blabber that while he pushed his dick inside of you with no mercy.

“mm, no one else can fuck me like you suguru.” the way you said his name sent tingles throughout his spine, he didn't want to slide out of you. he wanted to stay buried deep inside of you until your pussy remembered his shape, and only he could slide into you with ease.

“there we go. that's my good girl.”

after two full weeks of fucking you nonstop with no breaks, you never brought up satoru again, suguru knew all he needed to do was fuck him out of your mind.

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st7rnioioss · 3 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ hotel room

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: SMUTTY SMUT (for once)😊, dom!chris, creampie, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!) kissing, swearing, idk help

a/n: hey hey heyyyyy, finally a HAUNTED HOTEL SMUT? i rarely ever write smut, i just think i’m ass at it LMAO. anyways enjoy😇😇 NOT PROOFREAD LMAO

i’ll say it again, please correct me if there’s spelling mistakes, english isn’t my first language🤡

this is based off this request!

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You, Chris, Matt, Nick, Sam, and Colby were standing the the vault of the Driskill hotel. Sam placed a static box, that’s detects direction of static anomalies (touch, movement?), right on the table.

You were all standing in silence, waiting for something to happen, when Matt’s EMF went off.

“Shit, it just went to yellow,” he chuckled, everyone’s eyes focused on the EMF. Suddenly the static box went off, the loud sound causing you to step in front of Chris in pure horror.

“Fuck- I’m sorry. This shit is creeping me out,” you giggled, sending an apologetic smile to Colby.

“No, you’re good. If you want to stop we can,” he smiled, looking around to see if the others were up to move on.

“No no, not at all. I’m good, it just caught me off guard,” you smiled shyly, turning to face Chris. His arms were wrapped around your waist, resting his face in the crook of your neck. You leaned back into his chest until you felt something.. poke you inner thigh? You immediately realised what was going on, turning to look at Chris.

“Chris..” you whispered for only him to hear. Matt was asking questions, Sam and Colby hyping him up.

“Are you.. hard?” you smiled with a frown, turning all the way around to look up at him.

“I- what..?” he cut himself off.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m so sorry,” he apologised, avoiding your gaze by throwing his head back.

“No, don’t apologise,” you smirked, turning around again to pay attention to what Matt and Nick were talking about.

You decided to tease Chris. The fact you hadn’t even touched, kissed or said anything to Chris, made the fact he was hard even hotter. Your body was pressed against his again, his head resting on the top of your head. You arched your back slightly, pressing your ass onto his crotch. His breath quietly hitched in his throat, his body tense.

“Don’t fucking do that,” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath against your ear making legs wobbly. By now you had no idea what Sam, Colby, Matt, and Nick were talking about, your mind too busy running with thoughts of Chris’s dick pressing against your ass.

“Okay, I’m thinking we should split up for this. Colby and Matt will go to the third floor, me and Nick to the fifth, and then Y/n and Chris on the seventh. The seventh floor shouldn’t have as much activity, is that alright with you?” Sam asked you since you had told him earlier you were quite scared of all this

“Yes, that’s perfect, thank you Sam,” you smiled reassuringly at him, turning to Chris who just nodded. He had been awfully quiet since you were in the vault.

“Alright, so we only have two cameras, so we’re thinking me and Matt take one and then Sam and Nick one since there shouldn’t be much on the seventh floor. Just tell us if anything happens,” Colby turned towards you, both nodding as you took Chris’s hand in yours

“Goodbye!” you waved with a smile at Nick and Sam as they got off the fifth floor, as soon as the old, slow, elevator doors closed, Chris’s lips immediately met yours.

“Woah, someone’s impatient,” you mumbled with a giggle against Chris’s lips, his hands running through your hair.

“Don’t act so surprised, you’ve been teasing me all fucking day,” he panted with a stern expression, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips. He then leaned closer again, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip, into your mouth. This went on for a bit until the elevator made a “ding!”, indicating you reached the seventh floor. Chris spent no time grabbing your wrist, pulling you into an empty hotel room.

He gently pushed you against the door, his lips immediately finding your eyes. One hand resting on your hip, the other locking the door behind you.

“You wear that and expect me to keep composure?” he mumbled against your wet lips, now kissing down your neck.

“C-chris you can’t leave hickeys, they’ll notice,” you whimpered softly, grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself.

“Alright, alright,” he murmured quietly, pulling away to look at you.

“How long do you think we have?” he smirked, a hand tucking strands of hair behind your ear.

“I- uh, like 20 minutes? I don’t know..” you said quietly, on the verge of a whisper.

“Let’s be quick then. Cmon,” he smiled right before he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Chris!” you giggled, hitting his back.

“Put me down!” you laughed as he positioned you down onto the bed, standing in between your thighs.

“Oh my god, I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he smirked as he wasted no time unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them and your panties down in one. He leaned over your, placing a hand beside your head, the other caressing your cheek as he kissed you passionately.

Chris kept kissing you, one hand travelling down your body, stopping right where you needed him the most.

“Chris..” you whispered in desperation, grabbing his wrist.

“I’m gonna need you to speak up, hm? Y’think you can do that?” he cooed, sliding his index finger gently through your wet folds.

“Chris. Please-“ you whimpered, louder this time, letting go of his wrist. His words made you so weak. “Please touch me, Chris,” you squirmed beneath him. As proud smirk appeared on his lips, painfully slowly pushing a finger inside, making you suck in sharp breath.

“That’s my good girl,” his voice deep, filled with lust. He slowly slid his finger out before pushing it back in, your jaw going slack.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“More, please,” you whined, slowly opening your eyes to look up at Chris.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he smiled, sliding another finger in, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. “Holy fuck, you’re drenched for me, huh?” he teased, leaving a sloppy kiss to your lips.

“Chris, fuck-“ you moaned against his lips. His pace quickened, making you completely weak. You couldn’t think or talk straight, resulting in your jaw wide agape, the kiss turning wet, sloppy, and messy.

“Does that feel good? Am I fingering you so good you can’t even kiss me back properly?” he smirked, continuing to leave wet kissing on your cheek, curling his fingers up inside you, as well as quickening his pace.

“Chris, Chris, Chris,” you moaned his name repeatedly, making him chuckle. The room was quiet, expect for your pants, moans, and the squelching from Chris’s fingers moving rapidly in and out of your dripping pussy.

Suddenly you felt the all too familiar knot tightening in your stomach, making you grip Chris’s bicep harshly.

“Fuck, I’m close. Chris, please don’t stop,” you whimpered loudly, grinding down on his hand that was now running with your wetness.

“I know, I know. C’mon, finish on my fingers, baby.” he cooed again, smiling at the fucked out expression your face as he added his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

“Chris! Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” you whined right as your thighs squeezed together, clenching around him, as you finished all over his fingers. He didn’t stop until you winced from the overstimulation. Chris then withdrew his hand from you core, sticking his fingers into his mouth as he left a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You did amazing for me,” he whispered with a smile, tugging at the hem of your shirt as he pulled it off.

“Chris, what are you doing?” you asked in confusion, watching him unbuckle his own belt, right before taking off his jacket.

“What do you mean? We’re just getting started, baby,” he smirked. That stupid smirk.

That leads you here. Your legs were positioned on Chris’s shoulders, both of his hands beside your head as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he mumbled, slowly pushing himself inside of you. The stretch from Chris always burned at first. Your eyes squeezed shut as he bottomed out, the both of you panting as he waited for a minute.

“This okay?” he whispered, slowly starting to rock his hips. You just nodded with a whine, grabbing him by his hair, tugging gently. “God, you feel so good, fuck-“ he moaned, picking up his pace.

“Fuck- Chris, don’t stop,” you moaned, tugging a bit harder on his hair, earning a loud groan from him.

“Please, oh fuck-“ you moaned, covering your mouth with one hand, the other resting on Chris’s shoulder He chuckled a bit from your desperation, grabbing your hand from your mouth to intertwine his fingers with yours. He started thrusting into you faster, making your jaw fall wide open again.

“Am I fucking you that good? Can’t you handle it, baby?” he mocked, looking down at you with false concern.

“I can- fuck, I can handle it,” you whimpered, feeling your legs start to tremble again. He snickered but cut himself off with a soft moan. You clenched around him, causing his head to fall back, thrusting at a faster but sloppier pace, hitting your g-spot.

“Oh shit, right there,” you whined, the knot tightening quickly once again. You turned your head to the side, moaning repeatedly.

Chris’s hand the gripped your jaw, causing you to open your eyes to find him staring down at you.

“Look at me. I want you to look me in the eyes as you cum around my cock, alright?” he smirked, thrusting hard a few times. He held a hand over your mouth as you came, trying to muffle your loud moans.

“J-just like that,” he whimpered, feeling you clench around him. “Fuck, Y/n,” he moaned, his thrusts becoming a lot sloppier now as you felt him twitch inside you, immediately reaching his orgasm when you moaned his name again.

“Oh my fucking god,” you panted, running your hand through his hair, a giggle leaving your lips, due to his squeezed shut eyes, lips slightly parted.

“Shit. You did so good for me,” Chris panted with a smile playing on his lips, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

Chris pulled out, then unexpectedly stuck a finger inside you, causing you to whine.

“Chris, what are you-?” you looked down.

“The sheets won’t get dirty like this. Plus, it’s a sight for sore eyes,” he smiled, sticking a mixture of you and his own release back into you, making you wince.

“All done,” he smiled, placing a wet, quick, kiss to you pussy, making you squirm. “I hope we didn’t fuck in front of a ghost or something,” he mumbled, holding back a laugh.

“Chris!” you laughed loudly, pulling your shirt back on. “Chris, where the fuck are my panties,” you asked, scanning the whole room for any sign of them.

“I have no idea?” he said in a mock-concern tone, shrugging as he turned to door of the hotel room. His goddamn back pocket? Seriously?

a/n: I CANNOT WRITE SMUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. i’m sorry if this sucks ass, but here you go!😇 hope it was somewhat bearable😍

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