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elliesslvt · 1 year

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the past and the present | gojo satoru x black! fem reader

ʚĭɞೃ author’s note: i’ve seen so many dad head-cannon posts so it gave me this fic idea, i might do a part two depending on how you guys like this.

ʚĭɞೃ description/warnings: 5,000+ words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby, used like once), smut with plot, toxic gojo?, creampie, slight degrading, unprotected sex, profanity, dad gojo, family outing, gojo’s a ceo, modern! au, angst, minors are not allowed!

“i saw y/n today," said megumi — one of satoru’s interns, as he sat down in the chair across gojo’s desk. “and she had a kid with her, a kid with the same exact hair color and eyes as you” he finished looking into gojo’s eyes. satoru’s body went still as he remembered the last interaction you guys had before you and he ended up not talking for five years.

“toru- please, it’s too much” you whined, gripping the sheets as his cock slipped in and out of you from the side.

“take it, baby, take it like the good slut i know you are,” he whispered in your ear while his massive hands wrapped around your throat. his words caused you to cry out even louder. with one of his hands wrapped around your neck, his other hand reached over to rub your swollen clit. “fu-uck”, you cried out meeting each of gojos thrust with your hips. “it’s so big”, you gasped.

satoru removed his fingers from your clit to move your braids away from your face. he turned your face towards him so he could see what faces his cock had you making. tears were falling down from your cheeks because how good he was fucking you. “don’t cry baby, this is what you wanted, you like getting fucked like a slut, huh?”

you nodded your head but satoru wasn’t satisfied. he tightened his grip around your neck which casued you to gasp. “answer me.”

“y-yes, i like it”, you whimpered.

“good fucking girl.”

satoru knew you were reaching your climax from the way your walls were clenching around his cock. “you feel so good, y/n” he moaned out as he began to slow his pace so he could last longer. “don’t ever let anyone besides me feel how fucking wet and good this shit is, okay,” he grunted out in your ear. “this”, he said, tracing the outline of your cunt, “will forever be for me," he whispered in your ear as he tightened the grip around your throat, causing your moans to escape rigidly.

“it’s yo-urs sato-ru; my pussy is all yo-urs,” you moaned, feeling yourself reach your climax. each time satoru entered your cunt, you got wetter and wetter,he was going to miss this, but satoru knew you were just too dangerous to be around. satoru's pace quickened, causing a loud whimper to escape your lips. he knew you were cumming by the way you were clenching around his cock. “i-i’m about to cum fuck”, mewled satoru. “c-cum inside me please; i wanna feel it inside me, please,” you cried out due to overstimulation.

when you look back, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it felt right in the moment. the way his cum filled your cunt caused you to let out a weak moan. as satoru spilled his cum into you, he realized you softened him; you made him not afraid to love again, and he couldn't stand it. so he dealt with these unknown emotions the only way he knew how, and that was by pushing you away.

with his dick still semi-hard, he mustered up enough strength to deal you the final blow that would leave your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“you’re a nuisance, y/n; you’re so fucking needy, and i don’t mind because you take my cock the best,” he said coldly. “out of all the pussy i had, yours is the wettest and it makes me feel the best; that’s probably why i kept you around for so long,” he said, tracing kisses along the back of your neck.

at his harsh words, you shove his naked body away from you with tears streaming down your face. the sight of you crying because of something he said had gojo’s heart clenching, but it was for the best. "get out, get out of my fucking apartment now; you used me just like everyone else; I fucking opened up to you, and you throw me away like some kind of whore," you screamed at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “get out, please,” you said, turning away from him because the thought of him seeing you cry for him made your stomach turn.

when you heard the front door of your apartment shut you cried harder than you ever had in your life. in your mind you knew satoru was going to pull away from you soon, but you didn’t know he was going to hurt you like this. you just wished you could hold on to his presence a little longer, the one that was kind, soft, and wasn’t scared to love.

“where did you see her?” satoru asked slowly.

“at target, the one closest to the zenin inc.’s main building”

“fuck”, satoru said rubbing his face. “let my assistant know i’ll be out for a while, okay”.

“what did you get yourself into, you hurt her and now you’re going to just waltz back into her life”, megumi scolded.

“we have a fucking kid from what i’m hearing. so, that all goes out the window, i know i hurt her, and i regret it every fucking day”.

megumi stood there shocked because this was one of the few times satoru wasn’t in a silly mood, he was serious. he’d known satoru for almost all his life, he practically raised him and he’d rarely see this side of him.

satoru dialed up the one person he knew for sure would be able to help him. “what do you want, satoru?”, nanami replied. satoru chuckled at nanami’s annoyance, “i need you to find an address for me”. “i’m not even going to question you, what’s the name?”

“y/n l/n, text it to me when you find it”, satoru responded before ending the call to avoid questioning.

the gojo family would not be happy about satoru having a kid out of wedlock and ruining the family business’s reputation , but he could care less. satoru had a kid, a kid who he’s missed about four years of their life. the fact that you were a different race from satoru would cause even more of an uproar with the gojo family. they were so stuck in their ignorant ways and wouldn’t be surprised if they told him he should’ve had a kid with someone his own race at least.

almost everyday satoru had thought back to the day he broke your heart, thinking about if he wasn’t so scared where would you two be right now. satoru finally had an excuse to talk to you and he would find a way to get you back. it might be selfish but he didn’t care, you were the one person that didn’t see him as a way to get quick fame. the time you spent together were time he was the happiest. he loved hearing you laugh, moan, and talk. you were the best thing that ever happened to him you treated him like a normal person instead of the god his family thought of him to be.

gojo’s phone dinged with a notification from nanami indicating that he did indeed find the address. he made his way to his all black porsche and followed the directions that his phone spoke to get him to y/n’s place.

love is a two-edged sword—it can either bring you happiness or bring you to your demise, and you learned that the hard way.

when satoru broke your heart, you spiraled down a dark path; you didn’t want to eat or get out of bed.

it was like that for a while before you realized you were pregnant with his child. when you found out, you cried and cried until tears couldn’t find their way out of your eyes anymore—you were tired. your best friend, iori grew sick and tired of watching you mope around and scheduled your appointment with a doctor. she made sure you ate and searched for a job for you so that you could support your unborn child. without her, you were ultimately positive that you wouldn’t be where you are now.

"you have to tell him y/n, and that says a lot coming from me," iori said softly, rubbing your back as you puked into the toilet.

“i know, i know, i’m going to text him now," you muttered.

to gojo: we have to talk, meet me at the coffee shop on 42nd street at 11am

gojo left you with no response, but you know he read it. “can you come with me, please, iori?" you whispered.

“ofc i can”

the next day, you did your morning routine and got dressed to meet with satoru. you were nervous, and you despised it; he shouldn't be able to instill these feelings in me after fucking your heart. once iori and you made it to the coffee shop, you spotted gojo sitting at a round table with his whore glasses on. “ugh”, you puffed out before making your way to take a seat at the table, satoru sat.

"I knew you were desperate, but this is insane." what did you call me here for? i’m not good for you. y/n stop texting me and forget calling me; forget i ever existed in your life," gojo spat at you. abruptly you stood from the chair you were sitting in and walked out the door and made your way to your car, forgetting iori accompanied you.

“what happened?" iori inquired as soon as you stepped into the car.

“he doesn’t want anything to do with the baby or me; he told me to forget he ever existed," you sobbed.

“that fucking asshole”, iori muttered.

"i'm sorry; you don't deserve that; you won't have to go through this alone," she said as she embraced you.

your daughter, gionna l/n was almost 5 now, and you adored every part of her. she made you happy, though she stressed you out sometimes.

“gigi baby, come so i can do your hair and you can go to school..”

“i'm coming, mommy," she responded, which made your heart swell.

“can i get two puff balls, please?" she begged with a puppy face, causing you to laugh.

"of course," you replied as she patted the pillow on the floor.

gionna made herself comfortable as you grabbed all the products and accessories you needed for her hair. you sprayed leave-in conditioner throughout her white-colored hair and began to detangle her hair section by section. you turned on spongebob to keep her occupied. “no bobos in your hair today?” you asked gionna.“no bobos, mommy," she said as she kept an eye on the 70-inch tv in the family room.

“close your eyes so i can show you the finished look cupcake”

like clockwork, gionna slapped her hands over her eyes. “okay you can look now," you said as you nudged her shoulders.

"yay so pretty, mommy, thank you," she gushed as she turned around to hug you.

“i love you gigi”, you whispered.

you heard a knock at your apartment door as those four words escaped her lips. you knew it wasn’t iori cause she worked in the morning on monday’s.

when you looked out the peephole, your whole body went still. “gigi can you go to your room for a second, please?"

“okay mommy," she said as she skipped to her room, leaving her toys scattered across the floor. once you opened the door, you were faced with the 6'4" bastard who broke you.

“what do you want, satoru?”, you spat. right now, you wish you wore something else to open the door besides your thin tank top and fluffy pajama shorts. you could feel your hard nipples showing through your shirt.

you noticed how satoru’s eyes were lingering on your chest, so you crossed your arms. “my eyes are up here, satoru, so hurry up and get out with it; i have somewhere to be."

“do we have a kid y/n and don’t lie to me”

“yeah, we do.”

“why didn’t you tell me?", he asked softly.

a loud laugh made it’s way past your lips when you heard those words. he couldn’t be serious, you thought. “why didn’t i tell you? are you serious? you told me to forget you ever existed, or did you forget?" y/n sneered as she glared at satoru. you saw him visibly cringe, and you didn’t care.

“what’s her name?" he replied.

“her name is gionna, gionna y/l/n."

“when can i meet her?" he begged. "i want to be in her life; i know you’ve already been through so much birthing her on your own, but i want to be here now, please," he begged.

“fine okay, here’s my number and we can talk about it some other time i have to take her to school and go to work”. you said handing him a sheet of paper with your number.

“and if you’re in her life don’t randomly one day decide she’s better off without you”, you said as you slammed the door. after you closed the door you let out the biggest breath. you couldn’t believe after five years he decided to get back in touch with you. how did he even find where you live? how did he even find out he had a daughter? you thought.

you might’ve lied to satoru about going to work today but that didn’t mean you weren’t busy. after you dropped gionna to school you were going to visit iori at work, she probably needed company in her office anyway.

“gigi baby you can come out now.”

“who was that mommy?” her blue eyes stared into your brown ones. you picked her up from the ground and sat her on your hip. “it was your daddy, and he wants to meet you soon, you excited?”, you questioned as you kissed her cheeks.

“yes! is he nice, mommy?”

"yes, he's a nice cupcake," you said as you wiped the side of her mouth with syrup from the pancakes she ate this morning.

“shit, you’re going to be late, gigi, let’s go," you said as you grabbed your mercedez keys from the counter.

“ou mommy said a bad word”, gigi said as she laughed.

after you dropped your daughter off at school, you made a quick stop at dunkin’ to grab iori and something to eat. when you finally made your way up to iori’s office, she was on the phone with a client. you sat down with her drink and bagel bites on her desk as she continued to discuss the matters of the house she was hoping to sell to her client.

you began to sip on your peach passion fruit refresher while scrolling through instagram. “hey, thanks for the food y/n”, iori said as she put her phone down. “no problem, i have something big to tell you.”

“what is it?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised. “satoru found out we have a kid, and he showed up at my apartment today before i was going to take gionna to school."

“no fucking way, it was probably one of his loud-mouthed interns who said something", iori said, as she sipped from her caramel macchiato.

“i don’t know who it was but it caught me so off guard, i hate the way he can still make me feel things after how badly he treated me.”

“it’s okay to feel that way, you guys were attached to the hip before what happened that night, don’t beat yourself up about it y/n.”

“i know, i know. i just thought i’d be over by now", you said, sighing.

“when is he going to meet her?”

“i’m free this friday, so i’m hoping we can do it that day and probably go to the aquarium or somewhere fun for kids.”

“that sounds great, i just hopes he’s healed and doesn’t pull no bullshit like he did with you.”

“i hope so too, let me call him right now while i have my emotional support with me.”

you take out your phone from your medium-sized black telfar bag and dial the number he gave you today. the phone rang four times before he picked it up.

“hi it’s y/n, i’m free friday for you to meet gionna are you available that day?”

"hi, and yes, I'll clear my calendar; what time?"

“friday, i was thinking three, we can go to the aquarium, gionna loves it there and she’ll feel more comfortable.”

“okay i’ll pick you guys up at 3.”

“wait i can drive there.”

“i know, but i want us to go together; plus, it’ll be easier if i’m driving, please," he said softly.

“um okay, i’ll see you friday call me if anything comes up.”

you wanted to punch him in the chest over and over for the way he treated 22-year-old you, but you pushed that urge aside. your daughter having a present father figure came first; you always wanted your children to have a present father figure because you never had that growing up. the fact that there was a slight chance that could become reality for gionna was enough for you to put your pride aside and try and make this co-parenting thing work.

before you knew it, it was friday and you were getting gionna and yourself ready to go to the aquarium. yesterday, you took the time to braid gionna’s white curly hair into plaits and added blue beads at the end of each braid to match her outfit for today. you picked out a two-piece outfit for her that consisted of a light blue sweatshirt with light blue plants. she insisted on wearing her light-up hello kitty shoes even though they didn’t go with her outfit.

it was chilly outside, so you settled on wearing something comfortable. you wore a striped brandy melville sweatshirt, a pair of abercrombie jeans, dark green high-top converse, and your dark green medium telfar bag. your kinky hair was in a high puff, making you appear a few years younger than you were. you decided on gold jewelry today since it made your skin pop more. as you were exiting your room, you quickly sprayed yourself with sol de janeiro 71.

“gigi come here and put this hat on; it’s chilly outside, cupcake," you said with her hello kitty hat in hand. you thought it would go with her shoes and give her outfit some cohesion. your phone rang in your pocket as you were putting gionna’s hat on her head.

“hello," you answered. “hey y/n i’m outside," he responded. "all right, I'll be right out; i need to get gionna's car seat."

“i can grab it for you; i’ll be outside," he said.

“uh no, it’s f—," but you realized he hung up before you had the chance to protest against it.

“okay gigi baby let’s go meet your daddy”

"yay," she said as she took your hand in hers to leave the apartment.

when you opened the door, you met with satoru’s blue eyes. he was dressed in dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a varsity jacket. he smelled heavenly, and his white hair was down, making him look even better than usual. you crouched down to gionna’s level and told her that this was her dad and urged her to say hi. gionna shyly said hi, which caused you to laugh; she was always shy around new people, but you knew once she got to know people, the shy act disappeared, and she was the most talkative person you knew. satoru stared in awe at the interaction between you two. he couldn’t believe he had a daughter. she looked just like you, but with his eye color and hair color, her skin was a few shades lighter than yours, but the similarities were there. “hi gionna, im your d-dad”, satoru as he waved softly at her. the action caused you to smile because usually satoru is the most confident person ever.

“i’m going to open my car door so you can grab gigi’s seat. follow me."

you walked to the parking lot area in front of your apartment complex with gionna on your hip. you unlocked your black mercedez, and satoru opened the door to grab the car seat.

when gojo finally put gionna’s booster seat in the backseat of his black porsche taycan. you went to the backseat to strap gionna in then made your way to the passenger seat. your body felt hot being this close to satoru for the first time in years, but you tried your best to conceal it.

"gigi baby, you're on aux, what do you want to listen to?", you inquired as you plugged your phone into satoru's aux.

“um i want to listen to paramore!”, she said excitedly.

“great choice great choice”

the interaction between gionna and you made him laugh. he admired the way you and gionna interacted and hoped it wasn’t too late to build that kind of relationship with his daughter.

soon the song “aint it fun”, began blasting through the speakers of satoru’s car. “sorry”, you mouthed to satoru for the performance that was about to take place in his car. you began to sing the lyrics that led up to the chorus as gionna bobbed her head back and forth. when the chorus lyrics began, you used your hand as an imaginary mic and reached it over to the backseat so gionna could start singing. after you finished the last lyric of the gionna and you burst out laughing.

“okay, game time! we’re going to take turns asking your dad questions so we can get to know each other better," you said in an attempt to include satoru.

“okay, me first! what’s your favorite color, mr. white hair?" Gionna asked. you snickered because her hair was white too. satoru laughed to himself and then replied to gionna’s questions. “my favorite color is blue, and your hair is white too."

“i know, but my hair is prettier than yours.”

“that is also true.”

all of you continuously asked questions back and forth until you finally reached the aquarium. satoru parked the car and opened the door for you while he went to get gionna out of her car seat. the game in the car helped gionna relax, which is why satoru was able to grab her out of her car seat without her feeling uncomfortable.

as you walked behind satoru and gionna as they held hands towards the entrance of the aquarium, you heard him ask her, “what animal are you most excited to see?”

“i really want to see the jellyfish; they’re very pretty."

when you entered the aquarium, you noticed satoru had just shown the person at the front his phone and was let in. you caught up to him to ask about it, and he simply said, “i took care of it." after that, you didn’t ask any questions and simply enjoyed a free aquarium trip.

as satoru, gionna, and you continued to adventure throughout the aquarium, you realized that gionna was growing closer to satoru the more they interacted. she made sure to hold his hand when they went through the many exhibits the aquarium had on display. gionna even got satoru to sit in the "get wet" section of the orca show. you laughed as you exited the show, seeing gionna and satoru drenched. you took no chance sitting with them because you knew your hair, which you spent too much time perfecting, would be ruined by shrinkage.

when you felt gionna getting cranky due to her being hungry, so you decided to eat at one of the concession stands in the seaquarium. satoru insisted on paying for anything gionna, and you got. gionna sat between satoru and you, but she was too busy talking to satoru about the dolphins she saw to look your way. you knew that down the line gionna would become a daddy’s girl, and you weren’t ready. for so long, it had just been you two, and now you had to learn to share her.

“you okay.” you looked up from your nearly finished burger and fries to find gojo’s blue ones staring into your darker ones.

“yeah i’m fine, just letting you two have your moment.”

gojo looked back at his daughter stealing fries from his tray and laughed.

“mommy, can i go to the gift shop now, please?”

“as soon as you finish your food cupcake.”

after you daughter quickly finished her food, you took her to the bathroom . she dragged gojo and you to the aquarium gift shop.

“mr.white hair look look it’s a jellyfish.”

“yeah it’s a purple jellyfish, do you like it?” he asked, kneeling down to meet her at eye level.

“yes, my other stuffed animals want a new friend.”

“okay let’s get it then.”

gionna threw herself at gojo for a warm hug and your heart melted when satoru wrapped his arms around her.

“what do you say gigi?”

“thank you so much mr. white hair”, she said with a toothy grin on her face. gionna continued to lead satoru around the shop and whatever gionna wanted gojo added to the basket, you knew money wasn’t an issue with him so you let gionna enjoy the treatment she was receiving.

when the cashier rang up all the things gionna got from the gift shop you decided that it was time to go home. gionna was getting tired and you didn’t want to deal with how cranky she got when she got sleepy. you held the bag of everything from the gift shop while satoru carried a sleepy gionna that was slowly succumbing to her sleep on gojo’s shoulder. satoru decided to buckle her back into her seat while you hoped in the passenger seat which you were thankful for, today drained you and all you wanted to do was shower and be under your bed covers. once satoru got in the car you felt yourself falling asleep

“wake up y/n.”.

you felt someone gently shaking you which caused you to groggily rub your eyes. “wha-, shit where’s gionna?”, you asked as you frantically looked around the car.

“relax baby, she’s right here.” you watched your daughter's chest rise and fall slowly as she rested her head in the crook of satoru’s neck.

“i’m sorry for falling asleep.”

“no biggie, can you open the door, so i can get gigi inside.”

“yeah.”

as soon as you got inside and took off your shoes, while satoru placed gionna on your couch. he watched her intently as he moved one of her white braids out of her face. “when’s the next time i can spend time with her?”

“we were planning on going to the water park next weekend, she’d probably happy if you came”

“i'll be there, i’ll clear my schedule. and i’m sorry for what i put you through, an apology won’t fix what happened but i’ll be here to support you and gigi. now”

“yeah, you fucking hurt me satoru, i didn’t deserve that. i have to bathe gionna before she goes to sleep so i’ll see you this weekend.”

“let me do it, i used to take care of my intern when he was younger. plus, you’re tired, go take a shower and i’ll handle it, please.”

“satoru i don’t know.”

after his pleading, you decided to let him have it. before you left to take your shower you watched gojo for a few minutes then decided gionna was in good hands.

you rushed to the bathroom connected to your room to quickly take a shower. as you were wrapping your towel around your body you heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“shit, i’m naked.”

“u-uh where’s gigi’s sleep clothes?”

“it’s in the dresser, the last drawer. put lotion and rub cocoa butter on her skin please.”

“okay. does she have something for her hair like you did?”

you laughed remembering the first time you stayed over gojo’s place and he looked at you crazily for wearing a ‘hat’ to bed.

“yeah, it’s on her bed.”

you heard satoru’s steps fading down the hall so you decided to get out your bathroom and quickly lotion up. after you settled on wearing sweats and a tank top. you made your way to gionna’s bedroom to find her dozing off on her princess tiana themed sheets while satoru watched her quietly.

“you’re a natural.”

“i learned when i was raising my intern. she looks just like you with my eyes and hair color, she’s beautiful.”

satoru got up from gionna’s bed to turn to the door which you had been leaning against. he drank all of you in as his eyes roamed all over your body. your body has changed since the last time he seen you but he still loved every inch of you.

“stop satoru”

“what?” he walked towards you so now that he was only a few inches away from you.

“stop looking at me like that. you can’t just leave for that long after hurting me and think everything is okay between you and me . the only reason you're here is because of gionna. so stop looking at me like you actually love me.”

tears were fighting their way out of your eyes but you held them in. you refused to cry in front of him when you spent so long to heal from what happened to you.

“i’m sorry y/n, i was dumb and stupid, what i did was selfish and i didn’t mean what i said to you that night.”

you looked up into his eyes and could tell he was being sincere but you’re not sure you could ever trust him with your heart again, not after what he put you through.

“just go satoru, i’ll see you next weekend.”

“i’ll see you next weekend y/n.”

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead then began walking towards your apartment door. you watched him make his way into his car before heading to your room to finally go to sleep. your thoughts swarmed with various throwbacks of the time when satoru and you were infatuated with each other and spent almost all of your free time together. you were scared the more he was around, the more those feelings would resurface and you would end up getting hurt again. you only hoped that you wouldn’t end up with your heart broken dealing with satoru again.

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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Hello! For our dear Law prompts, can I request 1, 5 and 6? I would love seeing Law all addicted to his S/o's reactions, all sweet, yet greedy for more... Thank you!

Ok this one’s a little bit shorter but I love the way it came out :)

Warnings: overstimulation, dumbificaiton, breeding kink (/actual breeding).

The bedroom the two of you shared on the submarine was filled with the noises of your whines, Law’s grunting, and the wet slapping noises of him fucking into you.

He’d been torturing you for hours, promising that if you didn’t cum for a good thirty minutes, as you kept his cock warm in your cunt for the first half and then as he slammed in and out of you for the second, he’d reward you.

Except you weren’t sure if he really was going to reward you. You were already feeling dizzy, and he hadn’t said anything related to what you’d really been asking for lately. The most recent one (and honestly, the one you wanted most) was for him to breed you. But you doubted he’d do it, as when you’d informed him of the desire he’d looked repulsed and said he wasn’t ready for any of that stuff.

But you had a little hope, as he looked into your eyes and smirked. “You’ve been so good, y/n-ya. Just as I promised, I’ll give you what you want now, okay?”

“Mmm, yes Law, please, I’ve been such a good girl,” you begged.

“Then cum for me,” he demanded, thrusting his slickened cock into your sore cunt harder, throwing you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as you came around him, fingers gripping at the sheets underneath you.

But Law never stopped, not even to allow you to catch up on your breathing. He kept fucking you harder and faster, gripping the flesh of your hips tighter.

“Think you can keep going? I think I was too easy on you, hm? You need more of a challenge,” he said without faltering his movements.

“N-no, Law, please!”

But his left hand moved to gently cup your mouth, shushing you.

“Sorry, but I wanna see how far I can push you. I know you can do it, you’ve been a good slut already,” he told you.

And then you came again. Although it was probably dirty and shameful to others, you loved it when Law called you his slut or whore.

“Aw, good girl. Let’s see how many more times you can cum on my cock.”

You moaned louder as he kept going, this time moving his hand away from your mouth to rub your clit with his thumb. The new sensation was sending you over again, cumming once more while clenching on his cock.

“That’s three. Such a good whore for your Captain.”

“Mmh, Law! Too much!”

But he kept going. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure how he hadn’t cum yet. Maybe it was his desire to reward you that made him hold off.

By now, you were fucked out and a drooling mess with tears running down your face. Every little movement within your cunt was becoming enough to make you cum over and over again. You were certain you’d start squirting if he kept going on like this.

“Good girl,” he praised, “taking my cock over and over like the filthy slut you are, y/n. Can you cum again? One more and I’ll give you your reward.”

“Yes, please Law!” You cried, hands flying to his forearms where you held onto him, another orgasm finding you.

As you came for the fourth time, you felt Law beginning to shake, his thrusting stuttering. He was going to cum.

“Since you’ve been such a good whore, I’ll breed you, okay?”

You cried out at his words, nodding and moving your arms to hug him close.

“Oh, yes, Law, please please fill my cunt with your cum, please breed me-“

“Yeah? That’s what you want, slut? For me to cum so deep within your womb that you get knocked up, huh? So full of my cum that you’re guaranteed to get pregnant?”

You simply nodded, unable to form anymore words.

Law grabbed your legs, pushing them up and folding them into a mating press, so that his aching cock could reach even deeper within you. You screamed and whined as he continued his thrusting, fucking so deeply into you as he unloaded his seed into you, filling you to the brim.

Law slammed himself fully inside as he finished, not wanting a drop of cum to slide out of you. As he did so, he released your legs and collapsed onto you, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

You laid there, feeling many emotions. You were in awe at the fact he’d actually gone through with it, but so tired from how overstimulated you were. But all at the same time you felt brain-dead with how overfucked and filled you were.

You wanted to say something, somehow thank the man you loved so much for giving you what you wanted. But all you could manage was a simple, out of breath “I love you.”

“…love you too, y/n-ya.”

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #kinktober #jadedrrose lawctober event #request

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1tad0ri · 3 years

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what abt gojo taking reader’s virginity ;))

warning: virgin!reader, praising, fingering, eating out, penetration, mild overstimulation

gojou satoru x fem!reader

say less, this man owns my entire heart

“how are you doing?”

the question would’ve been almost cute if he wasn’t knuckle deep in your cunt, two fingers curling with seemingly no rhyme or reason to your hazed brain, but somehow working—yes, they were definitely working. it was the fact that he didn’t even look like he was remotely trying but was still somehow getting results that really got you—you don’t know why you expected anything less from him.

satoru’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking, the feeling sharp yet... warm? the unfamiliar sensation made you hiss.

the top of a third finger nudged your entrance, slowly, carefully pushing in—the stretch; you didn’t know how much more you could take. your hips bucked against him, you throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and wrapping around his back to push his face closer, the flat of his tongue pressing on you. (not that you had much say in the matter anyway; the arm locked around your thigh pulling you closer to him wouldn’t let you get very far even if you did try to move away.)

“my god, satoru—” you propped yourself up on your forearm and then promptly let yourself fall back onto the pillow, face burning at the sight. even with his blindfold on, you could tell he was watching you, looking smug, attention focused so fully on your aching core. oh god, this was embarrassing—

“you were taking too long to answer,” he mused, mouth pulling back from your pussy enough to talk, fingers still pumping in and out. the third finger was working its way in still, the fit tight but he knew you could take it. of course you could.

“so?” his eyes flicked back up to yours behind his blindfold. “how are you doing?”

it was hard to talk aside from your irregular pants and you tilted your head up to look at the ceiling, trying to slow the racing beats of your heart. you nodded, swallowing. “good,” you managed out, then sucked in a harsh breath, “very good.”

“that’s my baby. so proud of you.” third finger in, he watched your face, allowing you to adjust, and when you didn’t protest, he curled it tentatively. the sharp rise and fall of your chest at the action spurred him to continue, stretching you further, your walls squeezing his fingers. “you’re doing so well.” a light kiss to your clit made you gasp—he was having way too much fun.

your slick dripped down his hand, perfectly matching the wet sound of him fucking his fingers into you. your leg pressed down more on his back—you didn’t know what to do, squirming in place, wanting more yet still barely handling what he was already giving you.

“do you think you’re ready?” satoru asked after a moment, voice soft—the vibration of him talking so close to your folds did not help though and you ran a hand down to grip at his hair.

“i think...,” a pant when his fingers bumped against you just right and you had to resist screaming from how he was going to drive you insane at this rate, “i think i am.”

that was all the confirmation he needed before he removed his fingers. you didn’t even get the chance to mewl in protest before his tongue replaced the digits, pushing itself into your still tight hole, flicking against your sensitive spot and fucking you.

“satoru, fuck, oh my god— satoru.”

and then he was pulling back again, tongue running up and down your folds and lapping up your juices before he sat back to observe you.

towering over your form spread before him, satoru decided that waiting for this moment was worth the pretty sight. “good girl.” he squeezed your thigh reassuringly, letting you catch your breath, and then setting about ridding himself of the remaining pieces of fabric.

his blindfold discarded to the side, you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed when he shoved his boxers down, cock bouncing free. you were already thinking about how it would feel, caught up in the lust of the moment. things were hazy... so sharply realistic yet mixing with the muddled euphoria from all of his touches from before.

satoru settled back between your legs, lifting them up around his waist. you automatically locked them around him, drawing him close enough that you could feel his cock bump against your clit as he tried to get comfortable. the sensation alone filled you with shockwaves of electricity and you wriggled against him, impatient.

he leaned over you, forearms planted on either side of your head, and carefully guided his cock to run against your folds. you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his chest flush to yours, tits pressing against his front.

“please,” you murmured, forehead against his and eyes squeezed shut, “want you. so bad.”

“fuck, so pretty just for me, aren’t you?” smiling, he moved to kiss your neck and the simple touch made you shiver. “so impatient.”

you pulled at his hair, brows furrowed and face hot. “shut up.”

satoru kissed the corner of your mouth and then nibbled at the area. “you’re so cute like this. so pretty—ow.” another tug at his hair made him ease up on the teasing (plus he had to admit he was ready to finally do this too).

“okay, okay. i’m going to take of you, baby. going to take care of you so good.” he breathed in, touch reassuring where it rubbed circles into your sides. “okay?” satoru pressed his lips to your cheek when you nodded, steeling yourself. “just tell me if you ever want to... stoppp—fu...ck,” the end of his sentence mixed together into a groan as he started to sink into you, cock stiff and hot. he was so careful, so slow, you almost wouldn’t think he wanted to fuck you into the mattress right now. nails against his back, you buried your face into his neck, breathing heavy.

“don’t stop.” the words spilled out of you when he tried to give you time to adjust, your legs pushing him in further. “god, do not stop.” your lips tickled against his skin and he pressed his forehead into the pillow beside you—you were so fucking tight. all for him. completely his.

as he eventually bottomed out after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back to look down at you, your looped arms about his shoulders not letting him go far. “i love you.” his words melted into your mouth when he leaned back down and his lips sucked against yours in a kiss, open mouthed, messy, and so good. hands tangled in his hair, you tilted your head up to meet him with the same fevor.

in between the meager chances he let you take a quick gasp of air before diving back in, you were able to get out your own sentence. “i love—” another wet kiss cut you off. “—you too—” and another. “—so much.”

attention focused on your mouth, satoru began to pull out just the smallest bit and then snap his hips back into yours, relishing the hot breaths you were releasing against his face. hums of contentment and hands flitting all over his hair, head, face, and back trying to find purchase were the responses he got from you as he continued with the shallow thrusts, lengthening them bit by bit until he was pulling almost all the way out to slam back into you.

the vibration of his grunts and moans, knowing you were the reason he was like this, it was too much. the brushing of his cock against the sensitive spot buried deep inside you had you cursing, messy lips and saliva mixing in until you turned your head to the side to breathe, gasping for air.

and then when one of his hands rubbed against your clit before you even realized what was happening, you clenched around him (earning you a low growl from him as you squeezed his cock even tighter than before), gritting your teeth. somehow he knew exactly what to do to get a rise out of you, even if this was your first time.

“are you going to cum for me, baby?” teasing yet lust-driven, his words went straight to the coil building up in your stomach, your whole body hot as he nipped at your neck and you took shuddering breaths.

“y... yes,” the broken word fell from your lips, throat suddenly sore from the tension, “please make me cu... ah,” he pressed down on your clit at just the right angle, rubbing in a perfect circle—god, so perfect, “please, just—”

satoru soothed you with quiet coos, capturing your lips once more. it wasn’t long until you completely let yourself go, slick coating his cock as you saw stars and the pressure released from within you.

“i’m almost... there...” he gasped against you, hips snapping against yours as he continued to fuck into you. the overstimulation was so good, fuck, you didn’t want to come down from your high. the feeling of his chest tensing up against you as he came had you clinging to his back all over again, muscles taunt under your touch.

it took a while for both of you to calm down, sweaty foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing and lips brushing.

when he could finally speak, satoru brought his hand up to cup your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was a sharp contrast to the unhinged nature of the ones previous. “i love you. you were so good.” satoru squished your cheek, laughing a little. “love you so much.”

you nodded, feeling feverish, still burning from the thrill, and leaned up to kiss him again, drawing him down into a slow, smooth lapping of mouths against one another. “i love you too.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagines #gojo imagine #gojo satoru imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jjk gojo satoru #gojou

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stariwrites · 3 years

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Please

Pairing: Sukuna x GN! Reader (The reader is AFAB)

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Oral (Reader! Receiving), Mind break, edging, denied orgasm, monsterfucking, corruption kink, dirty talk, mean dom to soft dom Sukuna, use of little one and little sorcerer as well as pet (only twice though), forced submission just to be safe

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and this is for @seita “Corrupt a Virgin Collab!” Thank you so much for letting me participate! All characters are 18+ and as always Minors DNI and if you do or if you’re a nameless blog I will block you instantly.

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you.

Debris settled over the city. You coughed, cringing at the blood that spilled from your lips at the hit you had taken. You looked around you, watching as more buildings collapsed, people screamed causing it to echo. You couldn’t find anybody no matter where you looked. Your heart raced inside your chest.

How much longer would you be able to pull this off? Ever since Sukuna and Itadori had been separated he caused nothing but destruction.

You watched the curse you were currently fighting rush towards you. It’s green spindles shot out only for you to dodge it in the nick of time. The wall where you had been standing in front of was nothing but a hole. You cringed. That could’ve been you.

Before you had time to recover it focused it’s sights on you again, the eight purple eyes stared directly into yours. You tried to get up again only to be met by an explosion of pain. You glanced down at your hand nursing the wound on your stomach only to see crimson seep through your fingers. Shit.

It let out a wicked shriek, leaving your ears ringing. It charged at you again. You closed your eyes.

Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you.

“Protect me?” Gojo’s voice was incredulous as he tossed his head back and laughed. It had been a busy day filled with killing curses and saving people, but at the end of it all of you were able to spend time together and watch the fireworks. “I’m the strongest there is, if anything it would be me protecting you.”

Nanami huffed at his response, proceeding to whack him upside the head. He whined, turning to Nanami no doubt to start playfully fighting him which would end in Nanami sighing in disappointment.

You could only shake your head at the two of them while Nobara scoffed, nudging your arm with a grin. “Yeah, and besides we’re all going to get stronger so we don’t need to be protected.”

Megumi nodded with a small smile which caused you to huff.

“It’s not like that!” You clenched your fists beside you, before lowering your voice. “It’s just that all of you are precious to me and I’ll do whatever it takes to not see you hurt.”

They were all speechless at your response until Itadori’s face lit up into a bright smile. “Let's do it!” He cheered, jumping into the air. “We’ll be the best group of sorcerers out there you’ll see! Let’s all protect each other.”

The six of you looked at each other with matching soft expressions, a silent agreement that you’d all make it to the very end when the first explosion fired off. Itadori shrieked at the unexpected boom that echoed in the sky causing your laughter to break the silence between each firework.

You smiled looking back on the memory. It was fun. The people you met, the friends you gained, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. As you anticipated the final blow one last thought flashed through your mind. You had no regrets.

An explosion of light flooded from behind your eyelids, you braced for impact but none came. Slowly, you cracked an eye open only to have your breathing hitch. Standing where the cursed spirit used to be was-

“Sukuna,” your own voice surprised you. The demon turned to you with an unamused expression.

“Think you can just die like that?” He sneered approaching you. “You fool.”

You tried to get up, all your senses screaming to fight but you only managed to straighten your posture before wincing in pain. Broken ribs, you assumed, if not worse. “What do you want?” You managed to croak out.

Standing above you, his eyes were filled with venom. You swallowed silently wishing the destroyed cursed spirit had taken you out. You refused to break away from his gaze while his hand moved to cup your cheek. You flinched from his touch expecting him to rip your skin away with the swipe of his talons, but instead he clicked his tongue at the action.

“Make no mistake little one, If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, but your body relaxed at the words. You wanted to shake your head. How could that even be remotely comforting?

You couldn’t dwell on it for long because the next thing you knew you could breathe properly again. You took a deep breath in, almost choking on it. You removed your hand from your stomach only to gape in shock.

“You,” you looked up at the demon with wide eyes. “You healed me?”

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stand the way humans interacted nor did he want to. He craved the chaos he created and only wanted to see more of it, but one sorcerer managed to get under his skin, you.

You were an enigma, your cursed energy was strong, that was for certain and as obsessed as he was with Megumi there was something about you that drew him to you. Maybe it was the way he could tell you were a virgin. You had so much experience but none with another person’s touch. He thought many times about you being tied up and at his mercy while he edged you for hours causing you to cry out pleas along with his name.

Unfortunately there was no time to act on what he wanted with him still being inside the brat, but now, now was the perfect time.

“Why?” The question left your mouth before you could stop it. He wanted to laugh at your perplexed expression paying close attention to your lips. You didn’t realize it, but you backed yourself into a corner.

“Oh Little Sorcerer,” he crooned mockingly. A sinister smile stretched across his face reminding you just who you were dealing with.

Squatting down to your level, he let his eyes rove over your body, paying close attention to where your uniform was torn and wrinkled. Instinctively, you covered yourself to the best of your ability which only made him lick his lips.

“You didn’t think I did that without a price,” his voice dropped an octave, “did you?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest while you gasped. There was no way, but noticing the hunger in those eyes that held a predatory gleam you understood what he meant. You couldn’t-

“Get away from them!” Megumi shouted. His footsteps raced towards where you were. Itadori and Nobara were fast at his heels shouting for you. A ghost of a smile fell onto your face. They were okay. From what you saw the only wounds were some scratches and bruises. They would be okay. The relief quickly faded when a talon turned your chin to make you look at him once more.

His teeth were on full display. “Let’s make a contract, shall we? I won’t hurt your friends as long as you do what I want in my domain.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. “And what would that be?”

“I get to ruin you.”

You knew you could stall, could buy time until they could help you, but the more you waited the more people screamed.

“So little one, what will it be?” Sukuna’s voice rang heavy in your ears. You could either go with him or more people would be hurt. You purse your lips, you had two choices: either allow Sukuna to take you and buy your friends some time or wait for them and risk more people dying.

With a deep breath you faced the demon. “If I go with you, you promise that no person, that includes jujutsu sorcerers and civilians will be harmed?”

“Of course.”

Part of you didn’t trust him, but you mulled over the deal, searching for any loopholes. Megumi, Itadori and Nobara were getting closer.

“Time’s running out, have you made a decision?”

You looked at your friends one last time as they screamed in horror running faster. With a final breath you focused back on the king of curses.

“I accept.”

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“Such a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

Obscene sounds echoed throughout the domain as you grinded against Sukuna’s tongue that resided on his abdomen. Small whimpers and broken moans spilled from your lips. Tears slid down your face while the appendage was lapping at your folds, flicking at your clit every now and again. Each grind down had your toes curling. You tossed your head back.

“Shut, ah, shut up!” You tried to shout, but it held no mirth to it.

Sukuna smirked at your reaction. Still so fiery even after he edged you, you were a fun one that was for certain.

He’d envisioned this moment many times before, but nothing beat the real thing. He kept your arms stretched above you with one of his hands while the other he used to cup your cheek. He lived for your expression, the way your eyelashes were grouped together with tears as you were forced to keep taking what he was giving you, completely at his mercy.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer,” he snarled. “Can’t take my tongue?” He couldn’t help but grow addicted to the breathy pants you let out as you clamped down at his words. His eyes widened, peering at you with an expression that almost looked impressed.

“Who knew you could be such a slutty pet. Nobody’s ever touched you like this before and you’re already so fucked out, I wonder what will happen when you cum, hm?”

“Fu-fuck you,” you managed to get out between moans. You refused to give into him, wishing you had more strength in you to glare. You needed to put up a fight.

He raised an eyebrow with a laugh. “Brat,” he dug his nails into your hips, there would be indents there for days, but he didn’t care. “You try to put up such a front, wouldn’t it feel better to give in rather than fight me? You’re so wet and you’ve been so good, so pliant for me are you sure you don’t want a reward?

The familiar coil in your stomach was about to break causing you to thrash your head back and forth. The burn was becoming painful, you didn’t know how much longer you’d last if he kept denying you. Sukuna noticed, forcing your hips to grind faster.

“Oh? Is the little sorcerer close? Tell me, do you want to know what it’s like to cum from somebody other than you, hm?” He hummed keeping the brutal pace, watching as you heaved for breath, your eyes glossy and almost rolling back. A twisted grin morphed onto his face at the sight.

“Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already,” he bit his lip to keep from groaning out into the domain. The reflection of the water only made you look more wrecked. “Tell me, is this what you’re going to look like when you're stretched out on my cock?”

The image alone had your toes curling. You couldn’t fight it anymore. You needed release. “M’close. M’so close. M’gonna cum. Gonna ngh gonna cum Sukuna. Sukuna,” you babbled, slurring your words.

You were almost there all you needed was one more extra push.

Before you had time to process what was happening your hips stilled. A loud sob ripped it’s way from your throat. You couldn’t handle being denied anymore. All you could do was struggle in his hold and curse the king in front of you for torturing you like this. That’s when it registered, he was going to kill you like this. That must’ve been his plan all along.

You were about to speak, to tell him to just kill you already when he leaned closer towards you. His lips ghosted against yours. Without thinking you leaned in, desperate to feel his lips against yours, but before you could he pulled away and gazed at you.

You could see your reflection in his eyes, the way you were drooling for him, you were a mess, your eyes glossy from crying, you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you. You couldn’t remember how many times he edged you, but it was unbearable.

“Beg me.”

Your breath caught in your throat even though you’d been expecting that. Part of you, the desperate want that curled itself into your skin and set your heart aflame wanted to cave in. Wanted so badly to finally get the release you’ve been craving all this time, but rationally you looked at the demon and whispered, “I, I can’t.”

As soon as the words were out you wanted to take them back, disappointment swam within you. You wanted to know what it was like, but the sorcerer in you couldn’t yield. You reminded yourself that you were doing this for them, but that would’ve been a lie.

You expected Sukuna to tear you to shreds or leave you like this but instead he shushed you.

Your eyes snapped open, not even remembering when you closed them. He only rubbed your back with one of the hands that was on your hip while the other hand holding your arms set them down.

“Such a brave sorcerer, aren’t you? Even when you’re so desperate you still hold so much strength, but don’t you want to be ruined? Don’t you wish you would just be able to let go and have somebody else take the reins?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft like he was talking to something fragile, something that could break.

“I-”

You couldn’t deny that it sounded nice, to be out of control for once, to just let yourself be ruined by Sukuna. You craved release so bad it hurt. You shuddered against him at the thought of finally being able to lose yourself in pleasure while the cool air of the domain caught up to you.

Without hesitation, Sukuna embraced you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest. You imagined that if he was human, you’d be able to hear his heart beat pressed against him like this. He caressed any inch of your body his hands could reach as he placed a chaste kiss to your temple. You settled in the warmth.

“Shh, just let me take care of you little one,” he squeezed you close before placing two set of his hands on your shoulders to pull you back. It took everything in him not to smile. He had you, he knew he had you judging by the way your face was going from conflicted to completely lax.

“I’ll ruin you for anybody else,” the hands on your shoulders dropped down to barely touch your waist, tickling you. He began to kiss down your jaw, moving to your neck. “You could rule by my side and stay with me in this space forever, you wouldn’t have to worry about curses,” he sucked a mark causing you to whimper. “Or saving people,” his other hands moved to play with your nipples. “Or those pesky sorcerers.”

Your mind was reeling, unable to concentrate on any coherent thought. The difference from being so rough to being soft was messing with your head. You were losing yourself, but still tried so desperately to hang on, to not give in. You had friends you needed to protect, but all of that was fading away.

Sukuna noticed and as he sucked on your earlobe, he used the hands tickling you to meet your hips, positioning you over his cock. “All you have to say is-”

“Please.”

#[ 🎞 ] — anihaven #starithirsts #sukuna x reader smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna imagine #jjk smut #jjk imagine #tw monsterfucking #tw mind break #tw dub con #tw forced submission #tw dumbification #tw degradation #tw corruption kink

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sunwooshotgf · 3 years

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Let Me Join- Kim Sunwoo x Lee Juyeon

soft dom sunwoo! x hard dom juyeon! x sub female reader!

threesome au! boyfriend au!

mentions of: gagging, degrading, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving),fingering, jealousy.

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“my princess is taking me so well like this~” sunwoo praises, as you ride him.

his back pressed against the head board of the bed, as he relaxes letting you take control of both your pleasures.

the boys had cleared out for the day going to see a movie leaving you and sunwoo to have a little fun for the next couple hours.

“h-how long do you think they’ll be gone?” you ask.

sunwoo sits up pressing kisses on your collar bone. “don’t worry princess, they’ll be gone for a good three hours” he answers.

a little of your worry has left you as sunwoo continues to leave little love bites and kisses on your upper neck.

small whimpers slip from your lips as sunwoo takes control of the thrusts. your moans becoming louder the harder his thrusts become.

slowly the empty house becomes filled with your noises.

but what you didn’t know was someone was left behind from the movies.

juyeon who had overslept is woken by you and sunwoo.

a face of confusion is written all over him as he walks through the empty house to sunwoos room.

“his he watching porn?…, no it sounds to real, is y/n in there with him?..do they not know im here, how shameless” he whispers to himself.

his hand slowly creeps down to the door knob as you orgasm, your noises become twice as loud when the door is finally opened.

“holy shit-..”

sunwoo covers your body with the blanket staring at juyeon with wide eyes.

“hyung!, i thought everyone went to the movies” sunwoo says to juyeon.

“i overslept..” he answers.

your heart is pounding through your chest as you bask in shame.

a couple minutes of silence pass. sunwoo leans over to you whispering a small “do you wanna try something different?”.

a look of confusion forms on your face as he turns to juyeon who’s still standing at the door.

“hyung, do you wanna join us?”

a loud gasp escapes your mouth from sunwoos question.

a look of shock covers juyeon as he quickly composes himself.

“if its ok with y/n” he says.

they both turn to look at you, your heart beating so loud you can hear it ringing in your ears.

“o-ok”

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“fu-fuck! juyeon!” you moan, as juyeon enters you starting a fast pace not letting you get used to his huge size.

sunwoo stands in front of you letting his tip touch your mouth.

“come on princess, open up. you can’t forget me” he says.

you hesitate slightly, juyeon pulls your hair saying an aggressive “open your mouth slut”.

your mouth falls open for sunwoo letting a loud moan escape.

“i didn’t know my princess was so submissive when things get rough, we’ll have to try that when it’s just you and me” sunwoo says, giving you a wink.

he slides his cock into your mouth, he starts thrusting into your mouth catching up to the speed juyeon was giving you from the back.

tears form in your eyes as sunwoo hits the back of your throat. you moan around sunwoos cock as you gag slightly from how rough his thrusts are.

you clench around juyeon letting him know how you close you were.

your brain becomes fuzzy as both of them fuck your mouth and pussy in sync.

your orgasm hits and you feel like your in the clouds as juyeon and sunwoo groan loudly as they cum with you.

all that can be heard now are loud breathing as you all bask in the post orgasm glow.

juyeon pulls out watching as you clench around his cum inside you. a sight he wishes he’ll see more often from now on.

sunwoo pulls out allowing you to swallow his cum letting the salty but yummy taste run down your throat.

your body completing giving up as you fall to the bed no longer able to support the position you were in.

“she’s so fucked out already, we’re not even done yet” juyeon says, smirking.

“can my princess take more?” sunwoo asks you, moving your hair out of your face.

“y-yes” you answer.

“that a good slut, your gonna be my cum dumpster from now on” juyeon says, his hands rubbing your ass.

sunwoo chuckles lowly, a slight pang of jealousy strikes him as you moan for juyeon as he fingers his cum deeper inside you.

“remember who’s girlfriend you are y/n..” sunwoo says, coming off more possessive than anything.

“..or I’ll have to remember you that i fuck you the best”

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cuquitalocita · 3 years

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...oops |rowaelin month- day 5|

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an: i had a dream about this and i kind of hate the ending buttt enjoy! :)

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“You did what?”

It wouldn’t take a genius to note that twenty one year- old Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was fuming. And it would have been to no one’s surprise if the princess herself brought the very palace down in flames herself in a matter of moments.

The Queen of Terrasen sighed and with a small shake of her head, daintily placed her teacup on the table in front of her. With her hands crossed in her lap, she turned her blue gaze to her daughter’s twin one, this one holding a fire many would cower from despite the girl’s young age. But it seemed that Evalin Ashryver feared no one but the gods, and she faced her daughter’s seeth head-on.

“Fireheart-”

“An arranged marriage? I wasn’t aware I was a doll who’s life you can just play with. Is this top okay or would you like to change me into a new pretty dress?”

Evalin merely rolled her eyes at her only daughter, allowing her to rant and fume as she pleased for what seemed like hours before the princess finally collapsed into the chair beside her, blue in the face and a vein popping out of her forehead.

“Fireheart,” she began again, this time gentler. “You have to understand, your father and I are simply doing what we believe is best for the country. For our people.”

“By selling me away? I’m not a child anymore mother, and I can make my own decisions just fine.” The anger had vanished, now replaced by a look of utter despair in the princess’ eyes as she gazed at her mother, an attempt to delay what she knew was inevitable.

“We know that Aelin, of course we do, and we would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. Terrasen is… is struggling right now, my love. You may be our only hope.”

The look in her mother’s eyes settled something in her chest and she realized there would be no fighting this- although she most certainly would try. Her parents were set on an arranged marriage for the Princess of Terrasen.

And as she stormed through the door of her chambers, Aelin’s thoughts settled on one in particular.

The Prince of Doranelle better be handsome.

The Wild Princess of Terrasen, they called her.

Well- Aelin thought as she gunned the Corvette through the streets of the capital- if they wanted a wild princess, a wild princess is what they would get.

She remembered a time where her mother had rolled her eyes when her daughter had told her she wanted a Corvette for her sixteenth birthday. She didn’t even have a license, and she would never be driving herself, so what good would it do?

Aelin smirked. Apparently they were perfect for fits of rage.

She vaguely remembered a few lessons Brullo had given her when she had managed to bribe the grumpy body guard with cookies enough for him to teach her how to drive- unbeknownst to her mother, of course. Aelin bet that Evalin Ashryver would just about have a heart attack if she knew her daughter could drive.

Aelin swerved into the left lane without her turn signal, earning an angry honk and a few unkind words from the car behind her.

Well- sort of knew how to drive.

Oops, she thought. From then on, she turned her speed down just a bit.

As Aelin careened through the streets of Terrasen, she realized that as a princess, she truly had been deprived of her own country. Sure, she had been escorted through the streets during the annual parade, and her father used to take her to Malakai’s for her favorite cake every once in a while, but the streets she drove through now were unknown to her.

She passed jogging college kids and mothers with strollers and toddlers, couples holding hands and homeless people that scattered some of the streets. The sight made her heart clench and her knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

Aelin was so focused on the people around her, she forgot to look forward as she drove through a glaring red light. Luckily there were barely any other cars around her, and the only indication that she had done something wrong came from a distinctly aggravated male voice screaming, “What the fu-”

“Shit!”

Aelin slammed her foot down on the breaks as her gaze came into contact with a man in front of her- she was going full speed towards him as she tried crossing the cross walk. The car came to a screeching halt directly in front of him, but the momentum proved to be too much as the Corvette did in fact make contact with him.

She thought time slowed down as the man went shooting to the ground with a groan of pain.

Yes, she had just hit a man with her car.

But her mother was going to absolute assassinate her.

Another loud groan from outside the window had Aelin shoving the car into park and flying out to the man in front of her, heart in her throat.

As she took in the man, she wondered what the odds were of hitting a person with your car and having them be one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen. Pretty low, Aelin would think, but like everything else in her life, statistics did not seem to be on her side.

The man was clearly young, maybe a few years older than her, and even though he wore a thick winter jacket to protect him from the Terrasen winter, he was clearly built like a greek god. With silver hair almost matching the snow around him and tan skin that signaled to Aelin he clearly wasn’t from around here, the man could have been on the front page of any popular magazine.

“Fuck!”

Aelin kneeled down beside the man who was thankfully still conscious, face scrunched up in pain and clear anger. It made him look older, she thought as she finally looked at his eyes. They were a stunning green. She wanted to hit herself with her car. Of course they were.

“A-are you okay?” She helped him up, placing a hand on his lower back and pushing him up until he sat forward enough until he could support himself.

The man glared at her, teeth clenched in pain as his gaze burned into her own.

“Are you crazy?” he growled, his voice even deeper than Aelin thought it would have been. “Am I okay? You just hit me with your fucking car!”

Aelin jerked her hand away from him, suddenly defensive. “Look, I am so sorry. I- I wasn’t looking where I was driving and-”

The man scoffed. “Obviously.”

Aelin saw red.

“Well what the fuck were you doing on a crosswalk two seconds before the light turned red? You had plenty of time to move out of the way and you’re blaming me because you couldn’t look around?”

It was moments like these where Aelin realized why Elide’s fiancee liked to call her ‘fire breathing bitch queen.’ Sure, she could acknowledge it. She had just hit the guy with her car, and Aelin had foung a way to blame him.

“Maybe if you had been less careless about crashing Daddy’s car you would have been a bit more careful and we wouldn’t be here right now, Princess.”

Aelin almost slapped him, if not for the derogatory way her title slipped through his tongue. And that was when she realized that he had no idea who she was. The man in front of her didn’t look like an idiot. He wouldn’t be insulting her if he knew who she was. And Aelin realized she didn’t want him to know. Not as the words that spilled through her lips could ruin her entire legacy.

“Watch it.” The words were low and dangerous, and something flashed in the man’s eyes that signaled to her than he had caught the anger lacing her tone. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“I don’t think I need to. Nor do I care enough to want to.”

“Well you’re clearly fine, if you can spew ridiculous insults out of your head at the drop of a dime,” Aelin deadpanned. “So, can we wrap this up?”

“Gladly.” He made to get up, placing his weight on his arm as he pushed himself upward, cutting off with a loud gasp of pain before sinking back to the ground, his green eyes alight with agony. The sight made a pang shoot through Aelin’s chest and she grabbed his arm to steady him before his momentum his head careening toward the ground.

“Shit, we need to take you to the hospital.” She rose, already on her way back to the car.

“No way am I going anywhere with you.”

“That’s fine.” Aelin’s smile was purely saccharine. “You can stay here if you’d like. It’s supposed to drop to -10 in a few hours when the sun goes down but you look pretty toasty to me. Of course, your fingers will fall off before the ambulance gets here, so it’s really give or take.”

The man growled and rubbed a large hand through his hair.

“So what do you say, Superman?” Aelin gestured to the car behind her. “What’s the worst that can happen? I already hit you with my car today.”

If the tone of his voice was any indication, the man was in enough pain to barely put up a fight.

“Fine. But get into another accident and I’m calling the police.”

Aelin almost laughed. Little did he know that she owned the police.

It was only during the awkwardly silent drive to the hospital that Aelin realized the workers at the hospital would recognize her, and then the man beside her would. The thought put a sour taste in Aelin’s mouth. She liked fighting with this man- liked the fact that he treated her with the same amount of respect he would anyone who hit him with their car. Even if he was an infuriating prick of a man.

“Alright,” she pulled the car into park. “Here we are.” The man grunted in acknowledgment.

Surprisingly enough, the ER was close to empty on the Thursday evening and Aelin was grateful that it meant fewer people would recognize her. Who knew how the paparazzi would react if they saw their crown princess in the ER with an unknown man.

As if her ‘issues’ weren’t plastered in the tabloids enough already.

Aelin hadn’t realized how tall the man was until he was standing solidly behind her at the check-in desk. He was close enough that she could feel him at her back and she swore her shoulder had bumped below his own. Gods, he was strong.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and turned to the man at the desk.

“Hi um, I’m here to check in a patient.” If the way the man swallowed was any indication, said patient was glaring daggers from beside her. He turned to the monitor in front of him and began typing something into the computer.

“And, what’s the reason for your visit today?”

Aelin cleared her throat. “Just- just a checkup. He had a bit of a fall, we just wanted to make sure everything is okay.” She felt what must have been a scoff from behind her but ignored it. The man nodded without looking at her or stopping his typing.

“Okay,” he finally said after a few moments of silence. He handed a clipboard to Aelin holding a few pieces of obvious paperwork. “Fill this out and give it back to me when you’re done. It’s a slow day so you should be able to meet with the doctor in just a second.” Aelin nodded, thanking the man and making her way to the empty seats across the desk, dragging her silver-haired friend with her until he collapsed into the seat beside her with a huff.

She ignored him in favor of flicking through the paperwork as casually as she could, attempting to not draw attention to the fact that she clearly knew none of the personal information about the man beside her.

Aelin leaned close to him and almost rolled her eyes when he leaned significantly away.

“Hey,” she whispered. She watched as he rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“What’s your name?” he leveled her with a confused look and she held up the paperwork. But really, what kind of an idiot hit someone with their car and didn’t ask for their name. Aelin was such an idiot. Such an-

“Rowan.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s Rowan.” She raised a brow,

“Rowan…?”

“Whitethorn.” Rowan Whitethorn. The name sent a pang of familiarity through her and Aelin struggled to ruffle through her mind to find where she had heard it before.

“What do you do for work?” The question was out of her mouth before she could berate herself for how stupid it was. His eyebrows shot up to the top of his head.

“Is that on the form?” his voice was defensive but Aelin shrugged nonetheless and Rowan sighed before running a hand through his hair. “Let’s say I’m involved with politics.”

Aelin grimaced. Maybe that was why her mind had blocked out his name. Anyone involved with any kind of politics was automatically dislikeable in Aelin’s eyes. She had been around enough politicians to recognize their slimy exterior.

Rowan clearly noticed her face and scowled at her. “Well not all of us have a choice in our future just because we’re young and irresponsible.” Like you, was what he didn’t have to say. Aelin wanted to kick him. If only he knew. Instead, she rolled her eyes and looked back at the sheet in front of her.

“Date of birth?”

“December 8, 1995.” Aelin almost dropped her pencil but instead turned to Rowan, surprised to find him already looking at her.

“Seriously? You’re twenty- five?”

“What’s your point?”

“All of the high and mighty, ‘I’m your elder’ attitude and you’re only four years older than me.” She shook her head and turned back to the form, ignoring the glare she could feel burning into her skull and trying her best not to think about how good Rowan smelled from beside her. She never would have thought that the scent of pine could be so intoxicating.

“Place of birth?”

“Doranelle.” Aelin wondered if he knew anything of the infamous prince she was to marry. She really should have done some more research before storming out of the palace.

“Height?”

“6’ 4”.”

“Any allergies?”

“Blondes.” Aelin ignored that one.

“Any family history of fatal medical issues?”

“No.”

“Type and reason for pain?”

“An irritation in my head from the woman beside me.”

Aelin threw her pen at him and watched as he winced before looking at her with wide annoyed eyes. But she frankly didn’t give a fuck anymore. She could have let him freeze to death outside and here he was complaining about her.

“You know, this whole thing would be a lot easier if you weren’t such a prick.”

“Actually this whole thing would be a lot easier if you hadn’t-”

Rowan was cut off by the clearing of a throat in front of them, signaling someone had come through the door. The two had been too preoccupied with one another to even notice the doctor standing in front of them.

She’s beautiful, with cinnamon skin and curly hair, and she wears an amused smile on her face as she looks between the two. Aelin and Rowan automatically calm themselves into an acceptable demeanor and Aelin stands to shake hands with the doctor in front of them, handing her the unfinished paperwork.

“Alright, Mr… Whitethorn. I’m Doctor Towers and I’ll be helping you out here today. Why don’t you come back here with me and we can check you out.” Rowan stood up to follow her out of the room before Doctor Towers turned back to look at Aelin. “You can come too, Mrs. Whitethorn. We’ll probably need you to clear a few things up.”

Aelin hated the blush that sprang to her cheeks at the implication that she could be married to Rowan, and she almost laughed. As if she could ever marry someone like him. Their protests are cut off by the creaking of the door and neither Aelin nor Rowan bothers to correct the doctor as she leads them to a section of the hospital filled with open hospital beds and shitty curtains for ‘privacy.’

Pulling one shut, Doctor Towers gestures for Rowan to sit on the bed. Once he does, she leans back on her heels and pulls out her own clipboard.

“Okay, what seems to be the problem today?”

They’re silent for a moment, both looking at each other with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Eventually, Aelin clears her throat.

“Um, we had a bit of an accident-”

“I would hardly call it an ‘accident.’ She-”

“He decided to walk through a crosswalk during a green light and-”

“You hit me with your car!”

It seemed the entire hospital went silent for a moment before sound resumed once more and Aelin allowed her head to fall into her hands.

“It wasn’t like that. I-”

“You slammed straight into me!”

“I barely knicked you!”

Doctor Towers had been watching the sparring match between the two with wide eyes, clearly still hung up on the fact that he had been hit by a car and was still alive. It took a moment before she shook her head and scribbled a few things down on her piece of paper.

“I hate to ask this,” she cleared her throat. “Was this- um, a crime of passion?”

Aelin and Rowan stared at her blankly before turning to each other, both confused. She tried again.

“I mean- when a wife hits her husband with a car-” Realizing what she was implying, Aelin and Rowan were quick with their rebuttals.

“She’s not-”

“I’m not his wife!”

“Most definitely not-”

“As if I’d ever marry this prick-”

“I would rather hit myself with a car than voluntarily pledge myself to her.”

Aelin rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her defensively. “Now that’s a little dramatic.”

“Well, you did hit me with a car.” If Aelin didn’t know any better, she would say that it almost looked like amusement twisted his lips.

“You’re never gonna get over that, are you?”

“Not likely.”

Doctor Towers cleared her throat from beside them, causing the two to snap their gazes back to her. Whatever they found there had them shut their mouths like scolded children.

“So…” she arched a brow. “It was an accident?”

Rowan nodded while Aelin muttered, “Unfortunately.”

Doctor Towers ignored the comment in favor of looking at Aelin closely. She watched in despair as it clicked in her head who exactly was standing in front of her and Aelin found herself holding her breath. But surprisingly enough, the doctor said nothing, simply turning to Rowan with a knowing look.

“So Mr. Whitethorn, what hurts?”

“Besides everything?” Rowan grimaced as he circled his shoulder. “Mostly my shoulder. I don’t know if I pulled it today specifically, but it’s been bothering me for a while. I think today just aggravated it.”

“It could be a stress fracture,” she mused. “Has anything happened recently in your life that could have caused your anxiety and stress levels to shoot up? It could be anything really from, an increase in work to a big change or big news…”

Rowan let out what Aelin assumed was some sort of laugh. She ignored the shiver it sent down her spine.

“You could say that.”

Doctor Towers didn’t press for more information, merely nodded and wrote something down before looking at Rowan again.

“The only solution I can really offer you right now is to ice it as often as you can for about eight to ten weeks, and it should heal on its own. No cast necessary.”

“Really?” Aelin exclaimed, unable to hold back the relief in her voice. Maybe her mother wouldn’t kill her after all. “That’s great.”

“It is,” Doctor Towers gazed at her through a knowing smile and narrowed eyes. “Just try not to hit people with your car anymore Pr-, ma’am.” Aelin almost laughed at the comment, even more at the mistake she had almost made, but instead nodded with a small smile.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Turning to Rowan, Aelin found him already watching her, a strange look on his face as he gazed between the two women. He opened his mouth to speak when the door to the ER burst open, and the Queen herself strutted through.

Aelin thought that if a look could set a flame, she would be ashes by now.

She felt herself pale as her mother walked toward her on near-silent footsteps, leaving citizens bowing in her wake. But the Queen only had eyes for her daughter. Very angry eyes.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,” she hissed, and Aelin tried not to cringe. “You are in so much trouble young lady.” Aelin opened her mouth to defend herself. “Sneaking out, close to Yulemas in fact, when crime rates are highest, stealing a car-”

“It’s not stealing if it’s mine-” Her mouth snapped shut at the look her mother gave her.

“You’ll come to learn Aelin, that as future queen of this country, you have a status to uphold. You have an image- a reputation, one that should not include sneaking out of the palace unsupervised and ending up in the ER.”

She felt the words like a stab to the heart. Aelin knew the last thing her mother wanted to do was hurt her, especially with her words. But Aelin felt the truth of them to the bottom of her toes, and she was swept into a tidal wave of disappointment in herself. No wonder her parents wanted to marry her off. Of course she couldn’t lead a country on her own.

“Mother, I’m sorry I snuck out. I was just so upset with you. And do you think I meant to end up in the ER? I hit him with my car for Gods sake! I couldn’t just-”

“You’re the princess?”

The surprisingly choked voice came from Rowan, and the two pairs of Ashryver eyes snapped to him in a millisecond. Rowan was looking at Aelin like he had never seen her before, and she frowned at him in confusion. Maybe he hadn’t met a princess before, but this was hardly how she thought he would react. It was as if he was going to be sick.

From beside her, Evalin let out a strangled laugh and Aelin gazed at her mother incredulously. From beside her, Aelin’s mother burst into peals of laughter.

“Well, this is quite the situation, isn’t it?” she laughed. It was a moment before she composed herself and turned to Rowan. “Rowan Whitethorn. I suppose introductions aren’t necessary.”

Rowan was bowing, green eyes hard as they met Aelin’s and stayed there, even as he addressed her mother. “Your majesty. Allow me to express my gratitude for welcoming me into your country.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Evalin insisted, still smiling as if she couldn’t believe what was happening. “You’re practically family, after all.”

And that was when it hit her.

Let’s just say I’m involved with politics.

Doranelle.

Recent stressful news.

His name.

Rowan’s eyes were on hers as the realization struck that Aelin not only fell into the statistics of people who hit attractive strangers with their car but also happened to hit members of royalty.

No- Aelin thought as she gaped at her betrothed- she most definitely did not fall in favor of most statistics. But they had fallen with her on one account.

The Prince of Doranelle was handsome.

this prompt was: “i accidentally hit you with my car”

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bubblesuga · 3 years

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G O L D

Summary: Sneaking around was never Jungkook's thing, that is until you came along. W/C: 1,494 Genre: smut Tags: idol!AU A/N: Not much of a plot here but I wanted to write :)

The carpeted halls of the new HYBE building are quiet for the moment. Everyone has finally settled in, quiet meetings happening in offices and the distant laughter fills your ears when you realize that TXT are filming something to promote their new album.

A sigh leaves your lips as you realize you've truly never been happier. Even as an intern, you feel as though your work is important in keeping the artists happy. Maybe one artist in particular as well.

Continuing on your trek towards the filming rooms, you hear a door squeak open and a hand wrap around your arm.

You let out a squeal, feeling yourself get tugged into a janitors closet. "What the fu-" you begin to exclaim but a hand presses against your mouth, silencing you entirely.

"Shush, you're gonna get us caught."

You look up, meeting eyes with Jungkook and instantly relaxing.

He releases your arm and gives you a sheepish smile, reaching up to turn on the overhanging light in the small closet.

"What's the matter with you?" you lightly smack Jungkook's chest, "you scared the shit out of me."

"I wanted to see you." he explains, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Your lips stretch into a grin, grabbing his hands to stop his nervous fiddling.

Jungkook took a liking to you pretty quickly after you started working with them. It started slowly, though, the sneaking around.

At first Jungkook never intended for anything to happen with you. He liked you, thought you were cute and shyly asked for your number one night when it was just the two of you left in the old building. You gave it to him, not thinking much of it but you quickly realized that he was flirting, and you weren't complaining.

The flirting escalated into the two of you openly speaking about your attraction to one another. You mentioned how you imagined his hands roaming your body and he described every last detail of what he'd like to do to you.

He'd send you texts in the middle of meetings, his eyes staring at yours until you checked your phone. Sometimes they were cute, 'you look beautiful today' or 'your eyes are shining'.

Other times it was something more along the lines of, 'I'd kill to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone'

After a few weeks, you received a text saying that if the two of you were to ever take this any further beyond dirty text messages, you couldn't say anything. You happily obliged, because at this point you felt yourself growing wet just at the sight of him. He has a dirty mouth and you were willing to do anything to experience it audibly.

"You could have just texted me to meet you here." you giggle, reaching up and pushing a piece of hair from his forehead.

"Stealing you seemed more fun," he shrugged, "how much time do you have?"

Before you could answer, Jungkook's lips began to roam around your neck and chest, causing your mind to cloud with images of him.

"U- uhm-" you stutter, feeling a bite along your collar bone, "roughly 15 minutes until I have to make it to a- Jungkook." the end of your sentence turned into a moan, his tongue soothing the bite along your collar bone.

"I think I can make you cum twice in 15 minutes." Jungkook grins against your skin, reaching behind you and unzipping the back of your dress.

You don't bother fighting it, you couldn't deny Jungkook because you'd never want to. You would risk everything-- you are risking everything just to please him and you wouldn't have it any other way. The thought of someone opening that door and walking in while Jungkook's face is buried between your thighs excites you to no end.

"What about you? How many times will you cum?" you smirk as he slips the dress away from you entirely, lifting your pantie clad ass up and pressing your back against the door.

"We'll find out." He says gruffly, his voice thickening with each passing second. He drops to his knees, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and swiping your panties to the side.

Normally, he plays with you. Kissing your thighs, leading up to your heat before finally licking a long stripe up. Today, however, he dives right in.

His tongue connects with your clit immediately, flicking careful strokes quickly across the sensitive nub. You jolt forward, one hand wrapping through Jungkook's hair while the other flies to your mouth to cover the cry leaving your lips.

The cool metal of the door against your back highly contrasts the heat you feel between your legs. It moves, spreading through your flushed chest as Jungkook continues devouring you.

"God, you're soaked," he groans, his eyes locking with yours as his warm lips press a kiss to you, drenched in your arousal and shining beneath the yellow lighting, "you're so hot when you're riding my tongue."

He lengthens his tongue again, using the tip to find every inch of your core and slurping up the lewd squelch of your arousal. You feel your legs growing weaker but Jungkook is quick to hold you up, continuing his ministrations until you feel a tingle begin to grow.

"I'm close," you cry softly, feeling him moan against you, "please."

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, bringing a finger to your entrance and curling it into your cunt. He's sure to meet your eyes when you come undone above him.

He feels his cock grow harder at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a soft moan of his name falling repeatedly from your lips. It's his favorite song.

"Good boy," you whisper, your vision clearing up, "you're so good."

"And you taste delicious," he leans up, his glistening lips pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, "my favorite taste."

"One down in 7 minutes," you swallow, still steadying yourself, "think you can get me another one?"

Jungkook's eyes darken further, flipping you around and tearing your panties down your legs. You grip the shelving in front of you tightly while you wait in anticipation. You hear Jungkook's zipper slide down, and you grin, anticipating the stretch of his thick cock.

Sure enough, you feel the head begin to toy with your already sensitive entrance.

"Jungkook," you whine, "no time. Please fuck me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He finds amusement in the way you gasp when he slowly begins to push into you. He slides in easily, his girth causing an uncomfortable sting. He waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size and you finally begin to relax around him. Finally, he draws his hips back and slowly begins to thrust into you.

Jungkook's hands are planted firmly on your hips as he pistons into you, watching the way your knuckles turn white at your grip on the shelf. He's slow for a moment until you begin to bounce backward into him, soft mewls of pleasure leaving your lips. Then, his pace is picked up significantly.

"Get up here," he moans, "need to see your pretty tits bounce."

He pulls you up to him, your back pressing against his broad chest while his fingers toy with your clit.

"I want to fuck you in front of a mirror," he whispers in your ear, "so you can see how gorgeous you look for me."

A second orgasm spills over and you begin to clench around Jungkook's cock mercilessly. He gasps at the feeling and pounds harder, guiding your chin in his direction and kissing your lips harshly. The feeling of your velvet walls around him causes Jungkook's mind to cloud and he's quickly spilling into you, a whisper of your name floating from his throat.

You stay like that for a moment, but all too soon you notice the clock on the wall. "Shit, I have to go."

Jungkook sighs, slipping out of you and grabbing a clean paper towel to clean you up gently.

Despite your relationship being solely physical at the moment, it's times like this-- Jungkook's aftercare-- that make you think that he could possibly want something more. Dates weren't a thing with him, he told you that from the beginning but it never hurt you to hope.

Carefully, he slips your dress onto your body and zips up the back.

His fingers pause at the top, "it's taking everything in me not to unzip this and take you again."

You giggle, "How about you do it tonight? My apartment at 6:30..." suddenly, a brush of shyness washes over you, "I'll make you dinner."

Jungkook turns you around, his eyes alight with an emotion you couldn't particularly decipher. Raising an eyebrow in question, Jungkook only leans down and presses a hard kiss to your lips.

"I'll be there."

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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Gojo x Reader: Bath time Fun

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Artist Credit to @Rennca_ on Twitter

“Good morning my beautiful (Y/N)!” Gojo came in waking you up with breakfast in bed. He placed the food down and jumped into bed cuddling with you.

You rolled over and kissed Gojo. “Good morning my love!”

“Eat up while I draw a bubble bath for us to share!”

“Satoru thank you!” You grabbed his hand pulling back into bed giving him another kiss.

Gojo went into the bathroom to start your bubble bath, he put a custom made cupcake scented bath bomb that had a surprise in the center of it, along with vanilla bubble bath foam to hide the gift. He hid a vibrator on the side of the tub.

He hurried his way back into the bedroom just in time as you finished breakfast to collect the tray. “I’ll be right back my love don’t move!” He winked at you as he disappeared and was back before you knew it. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. “Are you ready for an amazing bath my love?” He asked as he started to undress you.

“Mmmmmm y-yes I am Satoru.” You wined out as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts. “O-ohhhhhhh!” You shivered at his touch as he slipped his hand into your pajama shorts. “S-Sa-Satoruuuuuu!” Your legs started to tremble as he rubbed your clit and slipped your shorts off with his other hand.

Gently groping your butt he pushed you towards the bathtub. “Mmmmmm that’s a good girl.” He cooed as he bent you over the tub and got down on his knees.

You looked down to see Gojo under you as he dove face first into your soaking core. “Ohhhhhh Satoruuuuuu!” You moaned out as he nibbled on your clit making you almost lose your balance as your knees buckled.

“Don't worry I got you baby girl.” He held your hips as he slowly lowered you onto his face instantly making you squirt as he nipped at your clit.

You grabbed onto the tub as you grinded on his face. “Oooooooh Sa-to-ru!” Your hips started to buck as he flicked his tongue, you could feel the tension is your stomach starting to build as you grinded on his face. “F-fuck S-Satoru I'm-I'm gonna cum!” You moaned out just as you were about to reach your climax he stopped. “Wh-what the hell Satoru why did you stop!?” You yelled in frustration as you got off of him.

“You're not allowed to cum for me yet my sweet, sweet (Y/N).”

You glared at him. “….Fine….”

“Oh don’t worry I plan on having you screaming my name within the next few minutes my love.” He flashed you a sexy smile as he got undressed.

You got lost looking at his gorgeously chiseled features completely forgetting why you were mad at him. You couldn’t help but stare and stare some more at your inhumanly beautiful boyfriend. You always questioned how you got so lucky and ended up with the hottest guy in Tokyo, well you thought he was the hottest guy in Tokyo…. And according to the constant love notes he got from admirers he was definitely a catch. “How did I get so lucky?” You cooed.

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he pulled you into his arms.

You shook your head. “No I am…. I am dating the most handsome, sweet, sexy, caring, wonderful man in Tokyo….. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream!” You giggled. “Never in my life did I think someone like me could end up with someone like you Satoru.”

“What do you mean by that love?” He asked confused.

“I just never thought I was anything special, I never really stood out and from knowing you, you seemed like the type to want to date someone more interesting than me.” You chuckled.

He shrugged. “Baby girl you’re very interesting! You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who didn’t have an instant crush on me. That’s what made me want you! I hate it when girls throw themselves at me so willingly, I love a challenge in a girl.” He smirked at you.

“Well I did have an instant crush on you but I didn’t want to throw myself at you…. That seems desperate and rather unattractive. Plus I saw all those girls fawning over you so I never thought I had a chance….”

“When I saw you that first day standing in the corner away from everyone looking so shy and so cute with your little black dress on. I knew then I had to make you mine.”

“I remember that day all too well….” You laughed. “All the other girls looked like they wanted to murder me when you walked up and started talking to me completely ignoring everyone else. It was so amusing to watch their reactions as you flirted with me.”

“Honestly I wasn’t even paying any attention to any of them…. My eyes were glued to you and you alone as I watched you become a hot mess while I flirted with you.”

“Well not knowing you from a hole in the wall you were rather intimidating with those gorgeous eyes and the fact that I am so tiny compared to you. You tower over me Mr. 6’4” and lil 5’4” me I'm like a little toy compared to you Satoru.”

He picked you up and held you close. “You fit perfectly in my arms, I love small girls…. It’s kind of a fetish for me.” He chuckled. “Me being so big and tall I just love someone small that I can pick up and toss around.” He cupped your butt as you wrapped your legs around his torso moaning as his length rubbed against your slit.

“S-Satoru!” You wined out as he carried you into the bathtub and sat you in his lap facing him. You placed your legs on each side of Gojo straddling him as you leaned in kissing him passionately.

Without you noticing Gojo reached down to grab the vibrator, he slowly moved it between your legs and turned it on placing it right on your clit making you moan. He thrusted his hips perfectly sliding inside you.

“Ofh myha gabb Saaftoruuuuuuu!” You moaned into his mouth as he pounded in you. You broke the kiss and held onto his shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down on him. “Oh my God babyyyyyyy! F-fuck just like that Satoruuuuuu!” Your back arched as you slammed down on his cock feeling your walls clench around him you came.

“Mmmmm baby girl that’s it cum all over my dick, God I love the way you feel on him!” He moaned out as he held your hips thrusting deeper and harder.

You held onto Gojo for dear life as he fucked you senseless. “Sa-to-ruuuuuuu! F-fuckkkkk I love youuuuu!” You screamed out in pleasure as you rode him.

Gojo thrusted his hips faster and faster almost making you smack into his head as you bounced up and down. He held onto you pulling you in close so you wouldn’t hit your head as he went deeper.

Suddenly you took control and slowed down the pace rocking your hips savoring the feeling and Gojo's sweet whimpers.

“Ah-ahhhhhh (Y-Y/N-N) fu-fuckkkkk! That feels so-sooooo gooooood!” He moaned out as you fucked him.

“Mmmmmm you like that baby?” You said in a sultry voice.

“Y-yes baby girl please don’t stopppppop!” He howled as he thrusted into you getting in sync going nice and slow. “Fuck I love how you ride him babe.”

You held his shoulders as you kept a steady pace he leaned down and sucked on your nipple. “Ohhhhh babyyyy!”

Suddenly he picked you up and pushed you into the wall spreading your legs as he pounded into you.

“F-fuckkkk Satoruuuuuu! I'm go-gonna cummmmmm again!” You cried out as you squirted.

“Yessssss baby girl that’s it scream my name!” He kept pounding you. “Fuck (Y/N) I'm cummingggggg!” Moaned Gojo as he exploded inside you.

He kissed you. “Now let’s get squeaky clean.” He grabbed your soap and started washing your back, then your front while he played with your boobs making your horny all over again as he pinched your nipples.

“Sa-to-ru….” You wined.

“Hm? Am I turning you on again baby girl?”

You whimpered and nodded.

“Hehe oops.” He said not so innocently.

“You jerk.” You laughed.

He gave you a sexy smile. “I love you cupcake.”

“I love you too Satoru.”

“Yay!” He kissed you.

“You're such a goof.” You felt something floating behind you. “Hm?” You turned around and saw a little plastic container. “What’s this?” You asked picking it up.

“Open it baby girl! It’s the first of many amazing gifts for you today!”

You opened the container and pulled out a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a diamond moon on it. “S-Satoru oh my goodness is that a diamond!?” You stared at the giant diamond in awe, he nodded his head. Your (E/C) eyes grew wider as you looked at beautiful necklace. “It's gorgeous! Thank you so much!” You tackled Gojo tenderly kissing him on the lips.

“You're very welcome my love. Now let’s hurry up and get ready!” He said as he put the necklace on you.

The two of you quickly finished your bath.

“My love! I have something else for you!” Gojo said as he handed you a big box.

You opened the box and took out a beautiful red silk dress. “Satoru….. This is stunning!” The dress truly was stunning it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, a layer of black lace in a rose pattern laid over the soft red silk. You kept looking through the box and took out the sexy lacy lingerie with matching thigh-high tights. The corset was completely see through and had ties attached for the tights, then you saw the thong. “Ohhhhh Satoru now is the lingerie for your pleasure or mine?” You laughed.

“Both! But mostly for me.” He smirked at you.

“Haha I figured as much!” You kissed him.

“Mmmmm baby girl gimme a lil show while you put that on.”

“Anything for you baby.” You winked at him as you shook your hips doing a sexy dance while you put the thong on. You twirled around and shook your ass in Gojo's face, he grabbed your ass with his giant hands clapping your cheeks together. “Mmmmm baby.” You moaned as he groped your ass before clapping your cheeks again. You twirled back around to face Gojo, smiling at him as you ran your finger along his collar bone, up his neck and under his chin as you pulled him in for a kiss. You broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the tub.

Gojo moved closer to you taking your leg in his grasp he placed sweet kisses all over as he worked his way up to your lips passionately kissing you. He broke the kiss and grabbed the tights slipping them on your legs. Then he grabbed the corset and stood you up to put it on you. He zipped the corset up, tightened the ribbons to give you that perfect hourglass silhouette lastly he fixed the tights so they wouldn’t fall. He gazed upon you completely lost for words as his jaw dropped. “God damn baby girl…. Is it bad that I don’t want to go out now? I could stay here all day just looking at you in that.” He cooed taking you in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck, getting up on your tippy-toes very close to his lips. “No it’s not a bad thing at all my love but, we can have all the fun in the world later.” You tenderly kissed his lips. “Now let’s finish getting ready.

Gojo kept staring at you as you put the dress and heels on, you stood up so he could get the full view. His jaw almost fell on the ground as he gazed at you, that gorgeous dress hugging every curve perfectly and that corset making your boobs pop out of that sweetheart neckline Gojo started feeling very hot. “Nope I’m taking you again right now!” He scooped you up and brought you to the bedroom.

~ End

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Oh... Bitch. #19 and I request Mikey. I wanna see your magic and well... His. 😏🧡

Oh yes, let’s get it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Michelangelo was dumbfounded. Truly stumped at the sentence that rolled out of your mouth.

He must’ve misheard, it wouldn’t be the first time, his mind always running a hundred per hour but this wasn’t the case.

Michelangelo gripped your feet, massaging the soles as you spoke. The two of you sat on the couch in the truck. It had taken several weeks of begging but Mikey had managed to swear on a stack of Wu-Tang vinyls that if Donnie lended him the truck he would return it in its complete safe mint condition. The reason for this was he wanted to take his girl out for a drive, maybe park somewhere nice, watch the night life, the city lights.

It was gonna be a perfect date for sure.

After some driving around, totally showing off that he so was a responsible driver unlike what his brothers suspected, he had parked. The two of you moved to the back part and enjoyed every nifty little gadget for entertainment that Donnie had installed.

So now as the two of you settled and talked about everything, the topic had shifted to sex.

For Mikey, even if his actual reptile brain was vibrating at the possibility of sex, he knew some of these talks were a means for you to find your ground. The topic often came up, not to say things hadn’t gotten pretty heated between the two of you, but it never escalated above some heavy petting.

Tonight though, Mikey’s brow bones shot up over the reason why you were still apprehensive of taking that final step. The reason though, just left him feeling incredulous.

“What do you mean you’ve never cum from sex?!” Mikey sat up better, attention at high when you covered your face and laughed. “It happens, Mike. More often than one would like but the guys I’ve been with just...” You trailed off, the situation was embarrassing as if.

Mikey bounced the information in his brain, were you afraid he would be another on the list? Then again it could be understandable, this was his first serious relationship. You noticed his pensive gaze and scooted close. “Hey im not saying you aren’t gonna get the job done, but my experiences just haven’t been earth shattering” You grabbed his hand, thumbs pressing on his palms.

Mikey shrugged with a shy smile. “Well, I think I can change that string of bad luck” The confidence was there and you couldn’t deny it was something that often made you giddy on the inside. With no hesitation you pressed your smiling lips to his, you felt the tips of his fingers caress beneath your chin. If there was something the orange banded ninja felt confident about, it was his ability to kiss. Often a time had he seen that glazed, love drunk gaze on you after a particularly steamy makeout session. Wether a soft, ghosting of a teasing kiss to those more messier saliva exchanging kisses. Mikey simply just knew how to work his mouth.

And you would be a god damn liar if you hadn’t fantasized about said mouth doing other things.

There in the softly lit back of the truck, you let yourself fall into the familiar ache that his mouth caused you. A few weeks ago you had ridden his thigh to the point of your nethers throbbing with a terrible need. Mikey’s lips teasingly kissed towards your neck, carefully raking his teeth over the sensitive spots. His kissing alone was far superior than those of your ex lovers, Mikey’s attention to detail when it came to your sweet spots was critical for him. He knew your neck was free game, too easy but he’d learned about your shoulders, about squeezing your waist and pressing you against himself.

He was well aware of raining down some cocky comments against your mouth or ears would deliver fantastic results.

You pulled back just an inch, eyes scanning his. You caressed his face, thumbs running across his lips, shiny with the taste of yours.

“Okay, let’s try it out” You spoke softly, cheeks flushed but eyes so very certain. He felt his heart rattle inside of him, nervousness rose but he fought against it when your hands caressed him so lovingly. You could reassure him with a look often times but if you touched him, ran your hands over his cheeks or arms, whatever self doubt would melt away.

Everything melts with Mikey.

Just like now, somewhere along the various sounds inside of the truck and the soft music playing you got up and started to undress before him. Mikey’s frozen in place but not out of fear or embarrassment but more so because he doesn’t want to miss a second of what you are giving him. Intimate parts of you he’d only gotten his fingertips to brush or lips to kiss. He’s mesmerized, hypnotized truly. Watching jeans slide down your legs and a sweater fall somewhere near your shoes. He can’t take his eyes off of you, sweaty hands pushing down his own shorts as he kicks off his shoes, thankful for not being in his full usual gear.

Mikey swallows dryly when your knees hit the couch, straddling his lap and effectively trapping him in your scent. Lazily you feel his hands on your hips steadying you. The kissing picks up again and you’ve never felt more in tune with somebody.

Somewhere along the heat his fingers find the clasp of your bra, hand at the back of his head you give him that nudge to do what he’s so very much craved. Burying his face between the two fleshy mounds he inhaled and shuddered against softness. Biting your lip you try to grind down on him, lost in the content sigh that blows hot air against your sternum.

“Mikey...” It’s a whisper against his temple, felt so deeply within his soul that can’t help but tug you closer to him. “You’re like, beautiful” He’s punch drunk and you’re pretty sure he just said that to your breasts but it brings chuckling smile out of you. “You’re not so bad yourself either” You take your lustful moment to run your hands down his chest, enamored with the texture, aroused by the strength you feel beneath your fingertips. You take a daring second to lean down and lick a slow stripe up his neck. Mikey felt like he short circuited with just that, he wondered if the rest of you would cause more of those sensations.

So he can’t help but find out. He moves you to lay down on the cozy couch, settled between your legs he grinds against your clothed heat. You want him already, quiet little moans escape you and go straight to his hard on. His underwear is past his hips and yours is pushed to the side and that familiar burn knocks the wind out of you cause it’s never felt this strongly. The shape of him makes you lift your hips to seek him out further and Mikey moans something guttural against your chest when he bottoms out in you.

“Fu-uck, oh god” It’s so sincere and muffled against your left breast that you’re secretly proud you caused that in him. He’s wary of his weight, one arm above your head to grip the armrest the other dug beneath your low back. He keeps you just the way you want to and the rest is your legs tightly snug against his waist, the edges of his shell digging in. That first cautious thrust is accompanied by his lips around your nipple. You shudder against him, the overwhelming sensation catching you off guard. You watch the arm above you flex, muscle twitch with his next thrust. He’s hitting spots that no other lover had bothered to, tongue twirling around your nipple alternating between sucking and biting the flesh.

You cuss, feel yourself shudder and stick to him with desire. “Jesus just-god!” You’re a mess of words when he licks all the way to your earlobe and bites down. “Just what? Hmm, girly you’re so warm around my dick” You must be red, every inch of you must be crimson because hearing him talk like that shouldn’t affect you that much. Mikey’s clearly riding the high of it, noticing how you clench around him and pull him into wet warmth.

Soon enough he’s thrusting harder, quicker and the truck is filled with panting and praising. You run your hands up his plastron, enjoying how that makes him buck more. He finds you lips and kisses you with a need that can’t be measured, tongue entwining with yours. The hand that had been so viciously holding the armrest snakes down your side and in between both of yours moving bodies. You feel the pad of his rough thumb slowly circle your hardened clit and the feeling is enough to moan into his mouth. Mikey licks the roof of your mouth and recaptures your mouth and it’s dizzying. The soft but firm circles on your sensitive nub make you squirm and tremble. It’s too many feelings at once, his cock filling you up, lips on yours distracting and that’s treacherous little motion of his thumb.

Soon you start to feel it, a tightening, a tension that makes you seek his thrusts out more. You want to moan but his kiss muffles it, tongue so busy making you needier. Mikey rubbed faster this time, the salacious wet sounds mixed with the sounds of slapping. You’re teetering and it’s too much for you to be able to concentrate on the kiss. Your mouth opens and you gasp when that free fall feeling hits. Mikey rubs and pounds and you cum. Your eyes shut tight as you scream, gushing around his length and spasming. Your back arches, hands trying to grab or push at anything. Mikey jackhammers the last of what he can and cums hard only making you shiver and spasm more. He buries his face between your sweaty breast, harsh breaths hitting the skin.

You find feelings against in your legs and your heart allows you to relax in the post coital bliss. “Was...Was that good?” Mikey sounds dead but so deeply satisfied and you giggle, the movement making your chest vibrate and he happily nuzzles your chest. “More than good, I think I lost my vision for five seconds” He snorts and you smile as you affectionately caress the back of his head.

“...Wanna go again?” You ask shyly.

“Absolutely” He grins against your skin.

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akitohsworld · 3 years

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Disclaimer: So thank the horny God's I'm back! Don't we all love depressive hiatuses? We do, we do. So I hope y'all like this, I love me some bratty, shady wizard boi. Am I a simp? Yes, yes I am.

Warning: NSFW, smut, humping, teasing, very light humiliation, bunny costume

Bet. (Sub!Solomon X GN!Reader)

"Mnh fuck-", Solomon took in a sharp breath when your thumb rolled over his clothed tip in a circular motion.

Your lips pursed up in a smirk. "What's wrong bunny? Having second thoughts?"

He could be so cute. Although, being a brat just seemed more fun to him most of the time (a pity, really). Not that you minded, breaking him down into obedience was one of your pleasures after all. But moments like these were also nice for a change..

"Nnh hah W-hatever ..you're talking a-hn-bout", Solomon's pants underlined his neediness even more as his hips bucked up against your palm, reacting to your cold lips pressing against his collarbone.

It had been especially cold the past few weeks...

In a few days would be Valentine's day. Then this little bet of yours would be over. And one of you would have to admit defeat and fulfill a random request, or task or it could be whatever really.

"You think I'm not capable of holding off a few weeks?", Solomon had asked rather cockily.

Your hands had stroked through his locks in a loving, contemplating way before saying: "Hmm nope."

And Solomon, being the sneaky wizard he was, came up with a bet. Declaring you to fall into temptation first.

The rules were simple: 'No orgasms until Valentine's day.'

But it was allowed to make the other fall into temptation. In fact, that's probably what made this so entertaining in the first place. It was cute, really. Solomon was so set on making you eat your words that he deliberately tried to seduce you in every way he could.

But then one day, particularly this day, you visited purgatory hall for a proposed study session with Simeon and Luke, only to find Solomon all dressed up in a nice little bunny costume, which, by the way, hugged his waist and features so tightly you decided to ultimately end this game on the spot, and show him how dead wrong he was about your motives.

You indulged him for a while, letting him straddle you at random, taking in the view when the towel just had to slip, savouring the lascivious pictures meant to tease you just enough to come to him. All of which you resisted. After all, you wanted to have fun as much as you could.

He gripped onto the soft cushion of the couch as he leaned back more, pressing his back into it.

A laugh escaped him, turning into a moan. "Y-you must ngh be pretty desperate to... pounce on me like this..."

"Hmm, I don't remember giving you a free pass to be a brat, Sol," you palmed his strained erection, grinding into it decisively, making him groan and tense up even more. Your other hand grabbed his chin, thumb sliding over his swollen bottom lip. He had been biting it to stifle the moans.

You closed in on his face, eyes following his every expression, every movement. He looked so fucked out, almost desperate, as if he wanted to be ravished right now. Hooded eyes rolling back at the skillful movement and pressure your fingers applied to his clothed cock, ragged breaths tinting the air and dishelved locks adorned by contrasting black bunny ears falling into his face. All coming together in a delicious, submissive picture. He was close to give in. You could tell.

Oh how you wanted to devour him.

But no. You'd have him at your mercy first.

You retracted your hand, eliciting a low whine from him, replacing it with your knee instead and spreading his legs apart.

"Wh-"

"My lovely, lovely bunny~," you grinded into him.

"Hah fu- mnh-", his lips parted at yours softly moving against his.

You nibbled at the softness before proceeding to grind into him once again as your tongue slid into his mouth. Gracing his in a soft but firm manner, hands embracing his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

"Mmnh.. hah.."

Solomon bucked his hips against your leg. His cock twitching against your thigh when his hands finally grabbed onto your ass, grinding his aching member against you for more friction.

You smiled for a brief moment, revelling in the feeling of his desperate movements against your body. You had him now.

A moan pressed to your lips, your sex twitched down under but you ignored it.

You were not yet satisfied.

A string of saliva connected you both as you parted, relishing in his dishevelled appearance for a moment.

"(y/N)", he whined.

"What?", you asked breathily, when an innocent smile traced your lips, "Something the matter, bunny?"

"I..mngh", he pressed into your thigh on his own.

"Oh?", you held onto his locks, harshly pulling back, forcing him to meet your eyes, "So you want to hump my leg, is that it?"

He shot you a clouded, cocky grin. "You look very happy about that."

"Do I now?", your fingers traced his neck in a contemplating way and his breath hitched. "A leash would have fit you so well too. But oh well, bunnies don't get leashes," you traced his lips, "They work for their pleasure all on their own."

With that you sat down beside him, leaving him with a puzzled and almost disappointed expression on his face.

He just stared at you, laboured breathing leaving his lips for a moment.

His face lit up as he seemed to grasp the meaning of your words.

"So, you're still going to make me work for it?" He straddled your thigh seductively. "Even though, I'm so readily submitting like a good bunny?" His lips formed a small pout, bunny ears swaying slightly to the side.

It took everything not to laugh at his expression. How childish~.

You grabbed onto his hips.

"Humour me, Solomon."

He murmured something to the effect of 'no fair' and wasted no time pressing his clothed erection against you. The damp spot smeared against your thigh. His brows furrowed when you flexed it to give him more friction, hands guiding his hips for the same purpose.

"Fuck hah (y/N)..," he grabbed onto your shoulders, then neck.

"Hm?"

His cock twitched visibly under the fabric as your finger experimentally flicked against the tip.

"I want to mark you...mnh please (y/N)," he made sure to moan that last one out in an overerotic tone. You just rolled your eyes at him playfully. But complied with him anyway.

After all, he would be losing the bet. So why not indulge him a little bit?

Your head turned slightly while his hands grabbed onto your lower back to rub himself harder against your thigh, moaning into your neck and sucking at the skin.

A pleased sigh escaped you, which seemed to spur him on, pants becoming more and more laboured. His movements becoming more aggressive to speed up, but your hands kept guiding him in a more steady pace to drag it out a bit longer.

"(y/N) please," he begged in a daze as he gazed at you through his lashes.

"Aren't you a needy bunny~", you teased, sucking at his nape and leaving a mark, making him shudder. "Adorable."

"More hah please more," his grip on you tightened around you as he buried his face in your neck, the bunny ears tickling your cheeks.

"Hmm~ Maybe if my bunny begs a little more."

"Hah mnh please, please (y/N) let me cum," his fingers traced under your shirt, caressing the sensitive skin, making you suck in a sharp breath.

Good God, this man was so good at begging.

"Mnh.. who is my cute little bunny?"

"I ammn", you let go of his hips, and grabbed onto his ass instead as you let him rub against your thigh faster, panting growing laboured and moans and groans spilling out of his lips. "I hah..am ahh your cute little bunny-"

Solomon tensed up, clawing at your back and thrusting harder and faster against your thigh, biting back a moan, when you mindlessly rubbed and slapped his ass.

"I- mn want.. need oh-"

You pulled his head back from the crook of your neck, fingers buried in his locks. "Hm?"

"Cum hah I want to cum, please"

You smirked, holding his head in place to see his expression. "Then cum, my bunny."

He thrust hard a few more times, fingers clenching at your shoulders as he spilled loud guttural moans in praise.

"ohH hah nh- (y/N)", his lips parted as he threw his head further back, followed by his body jolting in spurts against you, something wet staining your clothed thigh. "Hah.."

As soon as you let go of his head he collapsed onto you, head resting on your shoulder and hoarse pants leaving his glistening lips.

You lovingly stroked his locks, then kissed his head. "What a good bunny. You did amazing, love."

A low chuckle vibrated through him. "The risk I took was calculated... But man am I bad at math"

You laughed. "Are you talking about the bet?"

Solomon hummed, arms snaking around your waist, readjusting his position as he relaxed against you. "I can only imagine what you'll make me do... ," he breathed out tiredly.

Your lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile. "Well for now I'll devour my cute, shady bunny~,". you pushed him down on his back, gaining a surprised gasp. "Don't tell me you didn't see that coming?"

"Wha-," his face flushed redder in surprise as he looked up at you.

"It would be a waste not to use this opportunity, don't you think?" Your hands found the hem of his clothes. "Now. Where were we...?"

#obey me #dom!reader #solomon #sub!solomon #solomon x reader #smut #gn!reader

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stillebesat · 3 years

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An Unconventional Defeat

Sanders Sides: Patton, Virgil Blurb: Patton knew that heroes started out young, far younger than villains ever did. But this young? Inspiration: From the Anon prompt: “I can take care of myself just fine.” with Virgil. Fic Type: Superhero!AU, Villain!Patton, Hero!Virgil Overall Fic Warnings: Near Death Experiences, Death Talk, Injuries, Hospitals Taglist in Reblogs:

He’s fourteen.

Patton stared down at the prone form of his nemesis, Onyx, in the darkened hospital room, mind racing.

He knew that heroes started out young, far younger than villains ever did. But this young?

Sure, that no good empathy that the heart twinged with seemed to chime all stronger for the children. For those naive fools who were still optimistic about life and wanted to believe that good would always win out in the end. That being good was the best way to live your life. That you could change the world for the better.

Patton had been a fool like that. Once.

He’d wanted to be a teacher. Once. Be an example to the rising generation. Once.

And then he’d had his eyes forcibly opened in college to just how cruel and heartless the world actually was. Goodness only got trampled. Squashed. Taken advantage of. Goodness only got used until it wasn’t useful anymore and then got dumped like so much trash. If one wanted to change the world permanently. One couldn’t do so by being good.

Kids though?

The poor fools didn’t realize that yet. That being good wasn’t well...good. For anyone. Hero work? Pointless. Especially with how active Patton was in the city.

Hero work didn’t put food on the table. Hero work didn’t pay the bills. It was a thankless never ending job.

A job that landed a fourteen year old in the hospital with head trauma, a broken leg, arm, fractured ribs, and multiple puncture wounds in the shoulders and abdomen that had only avoided killing the kid by sheer dumb luck.

A fourteen year old that Patton had been fighting for a good three years now, not that he’d known that until nine hours ago.

Onyx had always snarked at him in a deep distorted voice, had always been covered by an ever shifting melee of shadows that never showed just who was manipulating the darkness around him.

He growled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Eleven. The kid had been freaking eleven when he’d first shown up to stop Patton from razing the police department to the ground.

No wonder Onyx had been so ferocious in defending the place. He’d still been of an age to see the cops as fellow heroes. The good guys. He hadn’t yet discovered their darker side. Just how much like school ground bullies most of them could be to the weak.

Patton clenched his hands, conscious of the frost coating his fingertips, of the room getting noticeably colder. “You’re an idiot.” He told the sleeping hero in a low voice, tensing as the shadows sluggishly stirred at the sound of his voice. “Ruining everything.”

He’d been trying to take down Onyx for ages. Perfecting the best way to use his ice bolts to freeze those shadows of his once and for all. It had been the best moment of his life seeing the hulking figure finally stagger when his ice had successfully pierced through the darkness and not fly out the other end. To know that they had stuck. To see those dark wisps vanish like so much smoke as the hero plummeted from the sky. To have a crater form from the impact that left a dust cloud floating in the air with no hint whatsoever of his shadows preparing to strike back.

It had been his greatest moment of triumph. The final defeat of his main nemesis.

An icy javelin had already formed in his hands, aimed for Onyx’s heart before Patton’s feet had even hit the ground.

But instead of the square jawed overly muscled hero he’d expected to finally see underneath that murky shadow disguise...he’d found a freaking child laying there, bleeding, broken, and unconscious.

One Virgil Hawkins. Fourteen years old. Orphan. Parents dead since he was nine. Grandmother dead since he was eleven though apparently no one else had realized that little tidbit yet besides Patton because he’d actually tried to find the woman last night after he’d rushed the boy to the hospital for emergency surgery only to discover the little urn with her name on it on the mantle of the fireplace in her home.

It was one thing to kill a Hero. And Patton...well he’d done in his fair share of heroes over the last decade. But killing a child? His heart might be cold. Frozen even. But as much as he itched to end Onyx the hero permanently...ending Virgil the child was an entirely different matter.

Not that anyone would know. Not that anyone would care if Virgil vanished the same evening Onyx died. He could freeze the kid’s heart here and now and not even the staff supposedly watching the boy would think much of it, injured as he was.

Patton frowned, breath misting in front of him as he held out an ice coated hand over the child, an icicle easily forming in his fist.

It would be so easy.

Who would care about the disappearance of a single boy? One who was practically a ghost in his civilian life. Certainly not the news. Certainly not the cops the kid had risked his life to defend. A kid only surviving as it were because he’d been clever enough to keep his grandma’s social security checks coming to the house as a source of income.

No one would notice if he just...vanished. Not even the school the kid attended would. Not when they couldn’t even tell him if he’d shown up yesterday for class.

No concerned teacher. No concerned counselor. No friends to worry about him suddenly vanishing. Not even the staff here in the hospital cared enough to keep more than a cursory eye on their John Doe as the police attempted to track down the boy’s nonexistent family.

Virgil had no one.

Patton let the icicle dissolve back into his skin, his hand lightly resting on the boy’s warm forehead, fingers lightly brushing the stitches there.

No one to pay the hospital bills. No one to look after him once he was released. No one to ensure that he had food, clothes and shelter. No one to stop him from being a fu-freaking idiot and going out to attack a villain old enough to be his Father.

Patton shuddered, pulling his hand back. Crofters forbid that. Teenagers were the worst. Onyx only proved that tenfold with how easily he’d wound up Patton in their fights. To have one living in his own home? With their constant mood swings, inability to do chores, and dependence on social media? Ha. No.

A groan from the bed drew him from his thoughts right as the shadows around the bed surged at him, latching onto his arm and jerking him forward with a startled yelp.

“Cold.” A hoarse voice whispered as pale fingers shakily rose from under the blanket, twisting to catch Patton’s wrist as the shadows pulled him within reach. Onyx’s eyelids fluttered as he placed Patton’s hand on his forehead. “Cold.”

Was he insane?! Patton growled, the temperature in the room dropping another ten degrees as he struggled against Onyx’s shadow grip. “Let. Go!”

The hero had the gall to smirk, dark eyes unfocused as he opened them fully, the shadows pulsing around them. “No way, Icy.” He whispered. “You cold. Feels good. You stay.”

WHAT?! He wasn’t an icepack! “I’ll freeze your burning head off! LET GO, you idiot!” He allowed a thin layer of ice to form under his hand to prove his point. It was bad enough that Onyx could match him throw for throw on a good day, it was worse knowing that a fu--freaking half-drugged teenager could still hold him with minimal effort.

Virgil closed his eyes, stupid smile growing wider. “Rubber. Glue. Back to you.”

Patton blinked. “Huh?” What was that supposed to mean?! This was why he hated teenagers. They didn’t make a lick of sense whenever they spoke.

“You’re the idiot here.” Virgil dropped his hand, the shadows releasing their grip. “Coming in uniform? To a hospital? To see me? For shame.”

Patton scoffed, taking a step back. He wasn’t some first year amateur to walk in the front door dressed like this. “Like I care if anyone sees me, kid.”

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t afford to let anyone see him actually caring about anyone’s welfare, especially some ‘random’ kid found on the street after the big fight with Onyx, he would have blasted the front doors off their hinges and made a grand entrance instead of manipulating the ice of his clothes to resemble simple civilian attire before sauntering inside, no questions asked. After all, no one ever looked twice at some guy walking around in a black shirt and blue jeans, not even in a hospital.

Though. He flexed his fingers. It wasn’t like it was outside his wheelhouse to freeze people to death if they got in his way.

Onyx frowned, the shadows pulsing as he opened his eyes again, making eye contact. “No...you wouldn’t would you….why are you here--No.” The darkness gathered underneath him, carefully carefully pushing the kid upright in the hospital bed. He hissed, uninjured arm moving to wrap around his stomach. “Why am I here and not dead, Icy?”

Patton lifted his chin, glaring at the hero. “Did you want to be dead?” He asked, hefting a javelin of ice in his hand.

The teenager had the gall to roll his eyes, though Patton didn’t miss how the shadows surged around him in a protective shield. “Missed your chance, buddy. Don’t tell me your frozen heart actually thawed a little during our fight.”

“No.” Patton jabbed at the shadows, not at all surprised when they easily shattered his weapon with a quick twist.

So the kid wasn’t as out of it as his dilated eyes made it seem. Good to know.

“So I’m alive then….why?”

Why did it matter? “You’re fourteen.”

Virgil scoffed, slowly moving the arm that was in a cast so it too rested against his stomach. “So? You’ve killed kids before.”

Patton stiffened, ice flashing from his feet to cover the floor like a mini ice rink. Did the boy honestly not care about his own life?! “You shouldn’t have been fighting me in the first place, Onyx! You’re a kid. A Fu-FREAKING KID. Your biggest worry should be passing some stupid Math test! Making friends in school. Not squaring up against the worst villain the city has ever seen!” A villain that always, always killed his nemeses no matter what.

Virgil huffed, spreading his arms, the shadows twisting around them. “Last time I checked, this kid could wipe your ass into the dirt without breaking a sweat. I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much.”

“But you shouldn’t HAVE to.” This wasn’t some stupid dystopian novel. No normal eleven year old should have such a stupidly high Chosen One complex.

“And who’s fault is it that I have to, Icemas?” Virgil’s eyes practically glittered like obsidian shards as the shadows lifted him off the bed, turning him to face Patton properly, the machines squeaking in protest as the various tubes connecting them to the hero shifted out of alignment. “No one else was stepping up. No one else would face you.”

“That’s the point!” Patton hissed, shooting a ray of ice to the door, crystals covering the window there and locking it in place so no one else would be able to investigate the alarms going off, before stepping forward to jab a finger at the boy’s chest, though he was careful to not actually touch the wounds there or send any ice bolts at him. “I’m showing everyone that being a hero is a useless archaic practice! No one should have to risk their life day in and day out for complete strangers who will never appreciate your sacrifice! If you had died tonight, Virgil, who would have cared?! The media? Ha.” He shook his head, gesturing to the blank TV screen in the corner as the shadows pulled back to quiver behind the young hero. “They’d mourn you for maybe a week tops before moving onto the next sensational story, the next stupid hero trying to make a difference. Maybe, maybe they will name some shiny new building after you, to remember you by, but then what? NOTHING. You’d be DEAD before you could ever drive and it would have all been for naught!”

Virgil frowned, shadows lowering him so he was sitting on the bed. “...You know my name?”

Patton stiffened. That’s what the kid was worried about? Him figuring out his civilian identity instead of nearly dying?! That was so messed up. “Someone had to try and track down your family, kid. The idiots here weren’t gonna do it.”

The hero had the gall to grin, though Patton didn’t miss how his fingers clenched the sheets. “Aww, well isn’t that sweet of you, Popsicle. How did that go?” He tilted his head to the iced over door where distant voices could be heard as the handle rattled. “Good old mom and dad waiting outside to see me? To check in on how their ickle Virgikins is doing?”

Teenagers. He hated them. “You know they aren’t. You have no one.”

Something flickered in the boy’s eyes. “Oh! Then let me guess.” He rested his chin on his uninjured hand. “You let the staff know I’m on my own? Do I get the oh so fun opportunity to experience our stellar A+ foster care system now?”

Patton rolled his eyes, shooting another bolt of ice at the door for good measure. “Please. They still think you’re a John Doe.” The lazy bums were waiting for him to wake up first. Hoping that Virgil would tell them who he was before trying to track down his identity or family.

“Excellent.” Virgil gave the door an appraising look. “Think they’ll believe amnesia?”

Patton blinked. “....Do you not feel the stitches holding your head together?” Or the baseball sized lump on the back of his skull from hitting the pavement?

The hero shrugged. “Honestly?” The shadows pulsed around him. “It’s all kinda fuzzy agony currently. Can’t differentiate what parts of me hurt and what doesn’t.”

How was this kid even awake?! Patton stepped forward, pushing the boy back down flat on the bed. “Then REST before you hurt yourself further, idiot.”

“Aw, love you too, Popsicles.”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT.” He would never be a fu-freaking Father to anyone.

“Or what?” Virgil relaxed against the pillows, even as his hand twisted to catch Patton’s wrist again. “You’ll kill me?”

If he wanted to do that the kid would be dead already. Patton jerked free, another ice spear forming in his hand, pointed to the boy’s throat. “No.”

“Aw. You scared to?”

“NO. I’m not killing a KID. Our fights are done with, Virgil. No more Onyx. He’s DEAD.”

The boy scoffed, pushing the spear to the side. “Last I checked, Icy,” The shadows surged over him in a swirling mass until the familiar shadowy form of Onyx stared back from the bed. “We’re the same person.” His voice echoed. “And I’m still alive and kicking.”

Ooooohoooho. Patton could feel his eye twitching as ice crept up the walls and window. If it were just Onyx he’d take great pleasure in killing the hero here and now. He itched to do so. But he couldn’t. Not with knowing that Virgil the child hid underneath the darkness. “I won’t fight you, kid.”

The shadows pulled back, revealing Virgil looking far paler than before, his face glittering with sweat. “Coward.”

“Idiot.” The kid needed to see a shrink. No normal fourteen year old would be this stubborn about wanting to constantly go up against him and face death by his hand!

“I know you are but what am I?”

The window shattered, sending frost covered glass glittering to the floor. “Hopefully grounded by the fool that ends up taking you in.” He got out through gritted teeth, ice particles shimmering in the air, ready to defend as the shadows around Onyx sprung up like a series of blackened tentacles writhing behind him.

He pitied whoever ended up with this troubled teen in their home…though...maybe he could arrange for the kid to be shipped across the country to live far far away from here. Getting out of this place could set him straight. Snap him out of this stupid hero phase he was in.

Virgil threw his head back, laughter ringing throughout the room as banging sounded from the door, the ice blockade cracking under the strain.

Judging by the way the ice was shearing off, someone with heat abilities had finally shown up.

Virgil shook his head, still grinning, though his eyes held no laughter as the shadow tentacles sharpened into jagged points, all aimed at Patton’s chest. “Oh that’s rich. Me, grounded? Like a normy would be able to stop me from coming after you the next time you decide to wreck the city.” He pushed himself up onto one elbow, jabbing his cast at Patton, the shadows quivering behind him like a pack of hunting dogs waiting to be unleashed as the temperature in the room dropped even further. “Face it, Popsicle. If you’re not gonna kill me then you’re stuck with me being your nemesis. If you want me to stop being the hero and keep me alive, then you have to stop being the villain. And we both know you’re not gonna do that. Your precious plan is too important to just give it up for my sake.”

And that was the crux of the matter wasn’t it? Patton snarled, raising his hands, the ice particles in the air morphing into a slew of arrows all directed towards the boy. He didn’t want to kill Virgil. But he couldn’t give up his plan. Give up being the villain. Not after a decade of fighting to get all those idealistic fools to see what a farce being a hero was. He was so close to winning. So close. “Fine.” He surged forward, grabbing the boy by the throat, ice arrows darting about to block the shadow tentacles of the kid’s from interfering. “You value my plan more than your pathetic life? Then you should--”

BANG.

The door behind them shattered, sending a heat wave full of shrapnel blasting into the room.

IDIOTS.

Patton whirled, flinging a wall of ice towards the figures in the doorway in an attempt to block the worst of the heat from outright killing Virgil then and there. IDIOTS! Did they not care at all that an already injured kid was in the ro---

A half melted silver door knob burst through the resulting steam before Patton could react to it, clocking him between the eyes with enough force to knock him backwards, his world vanishing into cold, silent darkness as the hospital floor rushed up to meet him.

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His back arched off the bed as he let out a filthy moan. His hands found purchase in your hair forcing you down further on his cock. While you let him thrust into your throat, you push another finger into him.

You had him on his back, his legs splayed open, your hands running up and down his thighs. The hairs on his legs felt nice underneath your palms and he groaned as you dug your nails into the flesh of his thighs and left behind red trails. You could see the slick pulse out of him as his hole clenched around nothing.

"Just get on with it! I don’t have all goddamn day!" His voice echoed off the walls.

You shush him and gather his slick in your hands, bringing one up to stroke his cock and tease his head with your tongue. With your other hand, you press your middle finger into his heat.

"Kitten... Do I need to tell you how impatient I'm getting-" One of his hands lifts, you heard shifting behind you. "-or do I need to show you?" You don't need to look to know he was threatening to hold you down with scraps of metal and ride you. You chuckle to yourself and order him to get on his hands and knees. He made a little fuss but did as instructed.

"Damn it!" You could feel him clenching around your fingers, he was close.

Yanking yourself away from him and withdrawing your fingers leaves him to writhe in pleasure alone. His hands turned to fists and slammed down onto the bed.

You stood on your knees behind him slowly petting up his back until you reached his shoulders. Gently you push them down on the bed, he grumbles as he takes hold of a pillow and shoves his face into it hoping to muffle his groans.

"I'm in charge here." You say and spread his ass.

"Just put it in already!" He shoved his ass against you trying to gain friction against you.

Resting on your heels you grab a hold of one of his cheeks squeezing it without mercy and slapping his other with force. He yelped and spread his legs a little more while curving his spine for you.

There was more slick coming out compared to before. Oh, he looked as good as he smelt. His heat was on full display just for you. His hole kept fluttering trying to find the right angle to clinch for a sliver of pleasure. You press your thumb into him and catch his rim gently pulling it towards you earning you a low groan from him.

When your thumb popped out of him he released a silent gasp. You loved it when he tried to keep quiet, it was so cute, he just couldn't do it. He also couldn't keep his ass still. The movement was small but you could see him move his hips side to side trying to entice you to fuck him. So cute. But you weren't ready to let him have it just yet.

Leaning forward you lap up his slick with your tongue and swirl it around his rim. He bit his lower lip trying not to let out his moan but failed when he felt your tongue slip inside and curl around the entrance. Pulling your tongue back like you did your thumb he tried to follow you but was stopped by your hands keeping his hips in place.

The curve in his spine was far more noticeable now than before as he spread his ass for you to devour. His scent was stronger than before too. He wanted you. His omega heat was responding to you the way it always does. He needs to drive you into a rut and the best way to do that is to have you devour him and oh... you were going to give him what he wants.

You shove your face into his heat, tongue lapping up everything it could before being shoved inside of him. One of his hands pressed you against him as he rutted against your face trying to get you as deep as he could. Your name was falling from his lips with each rut and when one of your hands wrapped around his cock and began to pump he whined in pleasure.

Whatever effort he put into keeping himself quiet was gone. All he wanted was to ride your face and cum. You could feel his ass clenching and his ruts getting more violent and sporadic against you.

"Please, please, please! God, yes please! Fuck, fuck, fu-" Once again you yank yourself away from him just as he was about to cum.

"You fucking bitch you-" He made a move to sit up but you stopped him by swinging your leg over him and shoving him down by his head with your foot, growling at him.

He went quiet and still. You could hear his breathing become shallow as he tried to still himself underneath you.

"Who says when it's time for you to get this?" You rubbed your cock against his hole.

His hands fisted the sheets and his ass rutted against the length of it.

"WHO?" Putting more of your body weight on his head you were at a better angle to slap his ass. Over and over again your hands slapped his ass he moved it from left to right when one side stung too hard to receive another hit.

"You think you're getting impatient? You can't even answer a simple question." Your hands stop their assault and begin to pinch and squeeze at his flesh instead.

His whimpers filled the room and his scent was as strong as it could be. Every breath you took was him, every sound you heard was him, everything you felt was him.

You could feel your cock pulse and your knot began to form.

"You still haven't answered me, who is the one in charge here?" You slapped his ass one more time.

"You!" he finally cried out his answer and you thrust into him. He stretched his arms out and held onto the bed frame as you filled him. His groan was delicious. That's all you want from him right now, those sounds, you need more of them.

You started slow and shallow trying to make sure you were sufficiently coated with his slick before you used your entire body weight in one thrust. You brought the foot that was holding him down back to help support your thrusts.

Your nails dug into his hips as you thrust into him from above. He was so hot, his walls clamped around your cock trying to keep you deep inside of him. You collapsed forward holding onto his body and keeping him down at the same time.

His groans and moans were music to your ears and you needed more. You wanted so much more from your omega. You needed to make him feel better. Your knot began to build inside of him, catching his rim with every thrust.

His head shot up for a moment accented by a delicious groan before falling back down into the pillow.

"Yes, fuck me, yes!" He yelled

With one hand holding onto his hair and the other holding his hip you just need to concentrate on fucking him into oblivion. He felt amazing, you never wanted to let this moment end. All you wanted to do was fuck your omega and fill him with your cum.

You chuckled as he buried himself into his pillow again. But you wanted to hear him so, that's going to need to be stopped. Continuing to thrust into him you lean forward licking up his spine waiting for his head to shoot up in pleasure again. When he does you snake your hand into his hair and drag him up.

The sound that came from him was a mix between horny and angry. You felt a little nervous that you hurt him, but he would have said something and now you get to hear every beautiful sound that escapes from your omegas mouth.

He was praising you and cursing at you all in the same breath. His thrusts met yours helping to build both of your climaxes. You weren't going to cum first though, what alpha finishes before their omega?

The hand in his hair twisted and pulled him up further to help keep him in place as you felt your knot build to its limit. He yelped in pain but it melted away replaced with pleasure after a few thrusts.

Since he was being so good you had a free hand to pet him with.

You laughed at him and replied "Oh no, you're not allowed to touch yourself. Why do you think I would let you do that? Hmm?" While you were talking you had gathered some of his slick in your hand, waiting right until he was going to give you a snarky reply before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

"Do you like it? Do you want more? Do you want to cum on your alphas cock?" You asked him in a teasing tone.

"Yes, yes, ye-s can I please, please let me touch myself." His voice sounded broken.

His head falls back as he let out a sound that drove you to fuck him harder and pump him faster. You licked him up and down, taking him in with every sense that you could. You felt drunk on his scent, nothing else mattered at this moment other than him. Tightening your hand around his cock you bit into his shoulder. His hands came off the bed, one made a fist in your hair and the other trying to grab at your side to keep you deep inside of him.

You could feel him tightening around your cock and he desperately rode you, almost knocking your rhythm off.

You whisper in his ear, "Do you want to cum on your alphas cock?" All he could do was nod and groan. "Then cum."

With your permission he came, spurting all over your hand and the sheets. His head falling back as he groaned through his orgasm. His body convulsed against you. You never let up on him, chasing your own climax now.

You kept him upright with the fist in his hair and kept stroking him. His overstimulated whimpers were being matched by his escape attempts from your grip. You kept up your brutal pace forcing him to take your cock. He tried to grab your hand on his cock but you shoved him forward into the mattress.

"Did I say you could touch me? Now, arch your back and keep presenting that pretty ass of yours to me! Keep your hands on the bed frame." He whimpered but did as he was told. "Such a good omega."

His body began to convulse below you, he was going to cum again. You stayed at the pace you were at, so close, you were so close. You wanted to hold out until he came again. A few more thrusts and he came undone.

The hand around his cock tightened and his screams became louder.

"Good boy!" You throw your entire body weight against him, the way he was clenching around you had you tethering on the edge. But you couldn’t cum, not yet!

His body convulsed so hard he almost threw you off him but you stayed put and made him ride it out. Just as his ended yours began and you made him ride through it with you. You bit into his flesh as you came and filled him fully.

The both of you laid there catching your breath, his hand finding yours and holding onto it gently. After a few minutes, you gently reached to pull out of him. He whined at you when he was empty but you wanted to look at him. See how red and puffy he was and oh, he was. He looked so good with your cum leaking out of him, you couldn't help yourself, you dove in and ate his ass out. You locked your arms around his thighs to keep him in place. He squirmed underneath you shoving your face into his ass with both hands while he begged you to keep going but you forced yourself away and licked your lips.

You kept him down with one hand on the small of his back.

"We have all night sweetheart, I'll let you cum again. But you need to eat something before we continue."

He sounded pissed, "I ate today!" you laughed at him and replied "Ya, you ate at 10 this morning, it's 7 at night! So, you're eating something. Then we can start again."

With a frustrated moan, he curled up on his side and looked at you. "Fine, but you have to make me something and bring it to me."

You chuckled at him and petted some of his hair from his face "That sounds fair to me." Kissing his cheek you covered him with a sheet and went to get the both of you something to eat and some water for him to drink.

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