#and then fucked off to bed. like what the hell did white shirt in kitchen mean. what the fuck am i meant to do

[cryolyst]

:/

#i feel like a baby for whining about this but like im so disoriented rn #like my dad left me in way too many fucking things to worry about right as i was waking up from a nap #and then fucked off to bed. like what the hell did white shirt in kitchen mean. what the fuck am i meant to do #from the bottom of my heart. i want to fucking kill myself. #i feel like no one is fucking communicating with me. like can you fucking work with me. my fucking god. #how hard is it to just respond to me in a clear way. why did it take *** six hours today to fucking respond to me #is a fucking 'yes i will' so hard. did you have to give me anxiety for all 6 of those hours. you literally admit you read it and you'd #rather leave me in the dark and tell me later than just fucking!! communicate with me!!!!! just fucking take 5 seconds and tell me!!!!!!! #and then my dad had to get on my case yesterday about ****** ********* right after i said i was in the middle of taking care of it #like did you even fucking listen to me!!! i literally just answered what you asked!! leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!! #im actually so sick of everything right now. i gekhdbdjjdbdbbfbjsgvehbdbndnfb #FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! #oh great and i just remembered *** wanted something else from me tomorrow so i will have to do it again tomorrow 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 #ignore this

[stuniolo-simp4life]

Tease- Matt Sturniolo 

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Paring- Matt Sturniolo and Y/n 

Description- y/n teases Matt all day until he decides to do something about it. 

Warnings- Teasing, Dom! Matt, orgasm denial, p in v, cursing, smut, fingering. 

NOT PROOF READ! 

Today was one of those days when you just felt bored as hell. You were sitting next to your boyfriend Matt, who’s gaze was currently on the movie playing in front of you. 

You were scrolling on your TikTok, until you came across a video.

It was one of those “got my nails done” TikTok's, where the girl was showing her nails on her boyfriend's sweatpants. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. 

“Hey Matt, there’s this TikTok I’ve been wanting to film with you.” He looked at you. “Yeah, sure babe,” he said a little confused. 

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Matt could feel his cock twitch with every move the back of your hand made against him.

And of course, he just had to wear grey sweatpants. He could feel his breathing increasing, he wished he could just flip you over fuck you senseless. 

You, on the other hand, were enjoying this. You could see him holding back, his face red, the bulge in his pants.

You smirked with satisfaction as you finished the video. “Thanks babe,” you said as you kissed his cheek. Then you walked off. 

Matt groaned with frustration as he went to the bathroom, to take care of his “problem.” 

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Later, you decided to clean up the kitchen, but with a twist. Matt was sitting at the island table, watching you wash dishes.

Here’s the thing: You were only in a T-shirt, and you weren’t wearing anything under it except for your white lace panties, which were Matt’s favorite. 

Once you were done with the dishes, you grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floor. You moved yourself and the gunk right into Matt’s view.

Once you collected all the dirt and dust, you bent yourself down to sweep all the stuff. 

Matt’s eyes widened as he saw you. Your ass was on display, and you were wearing his favorite lace panties. He knew you had to be doing this on purpose.

He felt his dick stiffen as he kept watching you. He slowly started palming himself, earning a small groan. 

“Matt? Are you okay?” He slowly opened his eyes to see you staring back at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”  

You gave him an innocent look, and then went ahead to put the dishes away.

When you opened the cupboard, you stood on your tiptoes to put the plates away, making your T-shirt rise. Once again, your ass was on display. 

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Matt mumbled as he got up. 

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“Matt there’s popsicles!” you yelled from the kitchen. He was in the living room watching a movie. “Do you want one?” You heard the TV stop playing, and footsteps coming towards the kitchen. 

“Sure babe.” He grabbed one from the box and opened it. You did the same. You sat across from him and opened yours.

At first, you swirled your tongue around the top of the popsicle, then you put the whole thing into your mouth, sucking it in up and down motions. 

You were looking directly into his eyes while you did this. 

Matt was going crazy. This was the third time today that you had teased him. And he couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn it y/n.” 

He took the popsicle out of your hand and threw it away, then he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders. He stormed up to his room and slammed the door shut. 

He threw you on the bed, and practically ripped your panties off. Your thighs were drenched with your juices. “Such a slut,” he mumbled. “Look at you, so wet.”

He then pinned you to the bed and whispered in your ear. “You're going to be punished for what you did to me. Teasing me and then acting like nothing happened?”  

He kissed you roughly and left marks on your neck, making you moan. “F-Fuck Matt. I need you.”  

Matt smirked in satisfaction. “Arms up,” he commanded. You lifted your arms, and he removed your tank top, revealing your hardened nipples.

He took one into his mouth, while one of his hands made it to the other.  

You moaned, enjoying the feeling of Matt sucking and nibbling your sensitive breast. “Mmm- fuck- s'good,” you moaned. 

Matt detached himself, and slid 2 fingers into you, causing you to let out a whimper. “M-Matt.” He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you tremble with pleasure.

“Fuck- more, please, more.” He suddenly curled his fingers, hitting a spot, that made stars burst into your vision. 

He repeatedly hit that spot, over and over, making your body tremble more.

You let another loud moan as you clenched around his fingers. “You like it when I hit you there, hmm?” Matt whispered into your ear.  

You nodded your head. “I want you to answer me Princess.” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you felt yourself get closer and closer.

“Fuck Matt. Yes! I l-like it! Mmm- right there!” You felt the knot in your stomach getting close to breaking. 

“Mmm- Fuck I’m gonna cum-” Matt suddenly removed his fingers, your high immediately going back low. “W-what?” 

Matt smirked at you as he removed his sweatpants. “You're not going to cum just yet.”

He pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard length. You could see the veins pulsing, and the flushed tip already leaking pre-cum. 

You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of him pounding his cock into your pussy. 

He stroked himself a few times, then aligned himself with your aching hole, slowly pushing forward.

You let out a whimper, and he let out a groan, as he kept pushing himself in, until the both of you were connected. 

“Fuck, such a tight little pussy,” he groaned. He then slowly started thrusting himself in and out of you, until he found a good, quick pace. “Fuck fuck fuck,” you moaned, arching your back. 

He somehow pushed your body to the side, allowing his cock to reach deeper inside you.

He repeatedly hit your g-spot, fucking you dumb. “Oh my god, Matt, right there.” You let out more breathy, frequent moans as you felt your high returning. 

“Mmm- Matt, I’m gonna- shit- I-I'm gonna cum,” you moaned, the familiar feeling of a knot in your stomach returning.

He grunted then said, “You're not going to cum until I say so.” Your eyes shot open. “Consider it as a punishment.” 

“You’ll be able to cum if you beg like a good girl.” You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, begging to be undone.

“Fuck Matt, please please, let me cum.” You could feel tears slipping down your cheeks. “Matt, please.”  

“Cum,” He commanded. You instantly let yourself release all over his cock, a long moan following. After a few more thrusts, Matt also followed you.  

He pulled out, collapsing right next to you, his breathing heavy. “Fuck. Are you alright baby?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead. You nodded, breathless. “Yeah, I'm fine.” 

He let out a low chuckle. “Next time, try not to tease me so much.” 

#sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x you

[thatsdemko]

ruin that friendship - l.norris

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: lando norris x fewtrell!reader

warnings: playful banter + playful teasing + goes from 0 to 100 towards the end

a/n: thank u to @userlando’s anons and thank u to my love cay( @oconso ) for helping me with the plot 🫶

the mattress shifts, you can feel the dip beside you. a groan escapes your lips knowing what time it is. morning had come far too early, and whoever was making themselves comfortable in your bed had no right to do so.

“get out.” you grumble, the grogginess takes over your voice, it strains your vocals making you sound faint and tired—which you were.

he chuckles, whoever it was, sounded awfully familiar to your ears, but not enough to recognize with your eyes closed. your face is pushed further into your pillow to block out the light that comes from the hallway.

“you’re not going to get up and greet me?” he asks, and the mattress shifts once more, his body is closer to yours. you can smell his cologne, the scent fills your lungs and you instantly remove your face from the pillow due to familiarity.

your eyes flutter open, despite the crusties that refuse to let your lashes lift up. there he, lando, is sitting in your bed, “get your shoes off my comforter!” you launch your body at his lower half, pushing his clean air Jordan’s off the white linen.

“god you’re still annoying.” he gets up off your bed in content of officially waking you up, “also, I want that shirt back, I never said you could keep it.” he adds before closing the door behind him on the way out of your bedroom.

the silence allows you to get comfortable against the mattress again. you feel sleep sink into your body, eyes just beginning to fall heavy, “hey! I found your notecards on the kitchen table, did you want to study?”

you take a pillow beside you and throw it in the direction of his voice, “get out!” you sit upright pointing your index finger towards your bedroom door that’s open once again, allowing the light in.

he chuckles, settling himself back against your mattress, he begins to flip through your note cards, “cognitive dissonance? what the hell is that?” he asks, half expecting you to respond, “it’s called get out of my room, asshole.” your voice is muffled against the pillow, middle finger shoved into the air to show him how you feel.

he laughs once more grabbing a hold of your hand, pushing the finger back into your palm with the rest of them, “come on, I’m bored max left to get bagels like twenty minutes ago.” he whines, you can feel him kicking his legs against your mattress making you turn your head in his direction.

“are your shoes off?”

“why do you care about if I have shoes on?” he retorts back, the slight attitude that you’ve always hated since you were kids. since max met the asshole who pushed your buttons like no tomorrow.

you sit up again, facing him, due to the way you were previously laying, “because this is white linen sheets. unlike you, I cannot afford to buy another comforter.” you hiss, having enough of him for the morning, you get up out of your bed.

“you still haven’t answered my question,” he says, arms crossed against his chest watching you turn on your heel, “what’s cognitive dissonance?”

you chew the inside of your lip before a long sighs leaves your lips knowing he won’t give it up, “it’s when a persons beliefs and attitudes are inconsistent with their value.”

“can you give me an example?”

“can you shut the fuck up?”

—

the cool pool water drips onto your warm legs. the cool droplets against your body send a screech out your lips, as you pull your legs into your chest and fling open your eyes, “god, first you wake me up this morning now this?!”

he laughs, it echoes across the openness, you never realized how loud he could be— at least not until he was in front of you laughing, screaming, or talking. all things that irritated your middle school and teenage mind that seemed to carry on into later life. lando was all your brother had for years, and it seems evident the two never parted ways despite the ending of Max’s driving career.

“you don’t want to jump in?” he shakes his wet curls out with a towel, sitting down in the chair beside you. he takes the chance to notice the freckles on your nose, the pinky color to your cheeks, “you could use some sunscreen.” he notes, tossing you the bottle that’s in his chair.

you let the can hit you in the leg. his comment wasn’t much of a demand or question, rather a statement at the red and pink across your body, and you take the time to apply the white cream all across the parts exposed to the sun.

he sits in the chair, scrolling through his film and taking the chance to share what he’s captured with you. lando’s love for photography was not something you ever expected out of him, it was very sudden. one minute he didn’t have a camera, the next he’s taking photographs of your parents at dinner.

“did you finish studying?” he asks, attention shifting to you, you watch him move in his seat to face you, “didn’t I do a good job as a tutor?”

you scoff, it’s something you couldn’t control when he said it. despite the egocentric comment, he was a patient tutor. unlike max, who grew angry each time you got a question wrong, lando was kind enough to read hints off the notecards for help.

“you were something that’s for sure.” you turn back to the pool, watching your brother and his girlfriend race each other around. you find yourself turning to lando once again, reaching for the sunglasses he’s now sporting, “thanks for helping me.”

he nods, allowing you to carefully remove his expensive ray-bans and place them on the bridge of your nose, “you’re a good friend.” you say, turning away towards the pool.

while you turn away, you can’t see the lump he swallows in his throat, the eye roll he gives you, and the tiny nod, “that’s what friends are for, right?” he asks, standing up from the chair to remove his glasses from your face. his chain hovers just above your eyes, and he leans a little bit forward, lips nearly inches apart, “cause what we have? I don’t think that’s a friendship, babe.”

you can feel the leftover droplets of water in his hair hit your face, some across your bare stomach too. he’s about to pull away when you reach upward, lips desperately pressing against his.

“help a friend out, I think I forgot how to have sex?” your eyes flicker from his beautiful blue ones, down to his lips, his sweet soft plump pink lips that you desperately want running all over your hot body.

he exhales an excited but breathy chuckle, “it’s my pleasure, darling. you’re lucky you’ve got the best tutor in town.”

#lando norris #lando norris drabble #lando norris imagine #lando norris blurb #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fic #ln4 x reader #f1 driver x you #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 imagines #f1 driver x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x y/n #formula 1 x you #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 x reader #mclaren formula 1

[kaeddehara]

Hello, I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely LOVED your chainsaw man one shots. They were all sooo good and it left me wanting more. Sending this in as a request for more Aki and maybe some Kishibe if you want???

yes of course thank you for the request !!

i wrote for both aki and kishibe but a lot more heavy on aki so eat up

aki + kishibe nsfw

aki <3

[ exhibitionism, implied smoking kink, reader is desperate <333, breeding kink, oral sex, ]

i see aki as a very simple yet intimate kinda guy. he loves the easy, domestic parts of loving you while also making sure to know it’s about you. i see him as a service top for sure, always preferring to make you feel good above all else. though, aki is willing to take risks whether that be with or without your influence. so the times you get him worked up at his office and he locks the door to fuck you nice to hard in are with your influence. while the times he comes home and sees you cooking a nice meal for him and can’t help but to want to take you then and there on the kitchen counter to show how much he missed you.

has a big thing for you being desperate for him too. like sitting down after a long day as he takes deep drags of his cigarette. meanwhile you’re sitting pretty on your knees while you fumble with his belt, whining as it won’t come undone. he takes notice of your struggle and holds back the urge to make a comment on how desperate you seem. you whine out to him, “please aki i’ve waited for this all day.” and his mind snaps to you and only you. putting his cigarette out, he slides his hips down and begins undoing his belt buckle for you while you grip and paw at his thighs show how impatient you are. and with that, aki tears down his pants and practically forces your pretty mouth on his hard cock.

for aki, smoking became something that he frequently would find himself doing whenever he’d need a break from work or just his busy life in general. when he comes home from a mission all he wants to do is have a smoke and be in bed with you. this may lead to aki including this form of relief and being with you. often times hell find himself sitting on a comfortable spot on a couch in your shared apartment, still dressed in his uniform from work. tie loosely undo and white dress shirt wrinkled and messy. in between his lips is a lit cigarette and his dark blue eyes focused down on you, all on you. your pretty lips wrapped so sensually around his thick, reddened tip. with the feeling of the nicotine working itself into his body and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, aki couldn’t ask for more. except, he couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing what your skin would look like with a marking from his cigarette. even making you open your pretty mouth so he can tap the end of his cigarette off and watch the burnt excess on your pretty tongue. he’d praise you in return for it as well, making sure you knew he was grateful for everything you did for him <3.

for aki, starting a family of his own was never a priority. as a devil hunter, it’s a priority to protect the lives of innocent civilians, often times putting himself in extremely risky and dangerous situations. he knows that having a family of his own means he needs to be there, but while he continues devil hunting, it’s best to just wait. he’d worry he might disappear before he can take care of you and his child. but the feeling of your sweet pussy gripping him so tightly and sucking him in with every bounce made it so hard. not only that, but the way you’d beg for him to cum inside you, practically pleading for more after his first load had started to leak out of you. aki couldn’t resist. “what a mess…” he’d pant out, looking at all the smeared cum you pushed out as it dripped between your legs.

°°°°

kishibe <3

[ rough kishibe <33, light bondage, spanking, size kink, implied breeding kink ]

kishibe is a lot more rough around the edges not only when it comes to his relationship with you but how he fucks you too. his pacing his deep and rough but his voice is so soothing and brings you back to him. he could be fucking you at the most unimaginable pace while whispering in your ear how good your taking him.

playing into the roughness idea, imagine how into spanking and marking kishibe would be. like i just know this man can’t wait to punish you for doing one thing wrong. you decided to tease him while he was on a mission? be ready to get bent over his lap and spanked till your ass is bright red. hell even bother to soothe over your soft flesh with his callused hands and shush you down. maybe if he thought you were deserving of even more punishment, he’d take his belt off and tie your wrists with it, watching you squirm and try to break it off to no avail. he honestly loves watching you struggle cause it’s so cute seeing how desperate you get when you don’t get him immediately.

also you cannot convince me he doesn’t have a size kink. no matter your height, he’s going to find a way to make you feel small. whether that be by holding you against him or just pressing himself against you when he knows you’re busy.

humiliation is something i think kishibe would absolutely go crazy for and indulges you in his sick kink whenever he feels it’s opportune.

“yeah? what are you?”

“i’m yours kishibe..”

he’ll pull harder on you, repeating his first line in a more demanding and serious tone. watching you struggle beneath his strength as you still soon after.

“i’m your slut kishibe!”

“yeah that’s more like it, good girl”

he just loves using you as a little play thing. oh, and when he comes on tired or stressed out from the day, he’s gonna take it all out of your pretty pussy till you’re crying and leaking with his cum <3.

#kaeddehara #chainsaw man smut #aki smut #kishibe smut #aki x reader #kishibe x reader #csm aki #csm kishibe #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man kishibe #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #kishibe x y/n #aki x y/n #rumi : masterlist 🌀 #rumi : reply! 🌀

[haechurch]

thirst.

that's how you feel about this guy. he's making you... thirsty.

inspired from thirsty by aespa. (you guys might dont think thirsty by aespa as what i am thinking... its actually a tHIRST SONG. a song that is about *THIRST*)

w. blowjob, pussy eating, slapping, pet names, cum slut rdr!!! breeding kink, hint of catching feelings maybe, idk but it might sound so horny and dirty, unprotected sex, just minors dni

he's making you thirsty. so when he gave in for the first time (or is it you? you do not recall) he keeps making you come back for more, it haunts you like crazy and eventually you can't endure the torture anymore, like a vampire who's been fed by blood, you hunt for another unless you die.

I'm knocking on you again

The sight gently swaying on the sparkling water surface every day

you are roommates. the idea of getting a life under the same roof with some random boy concerns you for the first time, but now you definitely thank heavens. because damn, he's fine af. every morning he would cook his own eggs, brew his own coffee.. with low training pants hanging dearly around his hips, messy black hair, glasses, and every time he wore that plain white t-shirt. how can be a shirt making someone look like that. hot. he's fucking hot.

his body proportion is a perfection you would say, never you saw someone built like that before, and you convince that god indeed has a favorite. a man who got to be looking so fine in just a white plain fucking t-shirt.

it hugged his torso perfectly. when he's doing his thing in the kitchen, his back deliciously on display while you sit on the dining table which is placed in front of the kitchen counter and it's not exaggerated to be said that it is a perfect spot to appreciate the view, just as you meant to be.

you can't help but stare and stare, unconsciously nipping, licking, and pressing your lips together, sighing then coughing when you found yourself not quiet enough to cover your act of drooling, and one thing you can't help so badly is pressing your thighs together under the table, aggressively.

he wouldn't know.

until one night he heard you getting off when you believe he left the house and you thought you heard him that he's gonna come back late. but he didn't.

the thing is, you do believe he's not home when you finished your business and get out of your room, lights even from the kitchen were off, but then you suddenly hear a deep voice coming from his unlocked space.

"having fun?"

"fuck! what the hell?!?" you jumped as you clutched on your chest, utterly shocked. he sits on the edge of his bed which can be seen as the doors open. the shit eating grin on his face got your heartbeat running even faster.

"the fuck were you doing? how long have you been there??" you trying to be sounds normal and honestly you thought you did a great job. except for the fact the he's been there. all the time.

"who would've thought the girl that has been acting all shy and quiet..."

he pause and gesturing some random swirls with his fingers in the air before he continue, "..is actually a beast."

you rolled your eyes, "what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean, don't acting all innocent now i heard you."

"so? i'm just having my time it's none of your business seriously. you're exaggerating things."

"oh? so you're touching yourself with the thought of me was exaggerating? do you even realize how loud you were? i almost barging into your room to help you out when you call my name but i decided to give you respect.." your face flushed, he's eyeing you from head to toe as he wet his lips, ".. for your personal space,"

"haha so thoughtful" you cleared your throat then rolled another eye, arms folded sternly.

"you're so irresistible... always thought that you never want me.." he get up from his bed and walking straight to where you stand and you thoughtlessly unfold your arms guardless when he stand this close to your body.

"such a pretty girl.. wearing this thin tank top with nothing underneath but shorts? tsk."

he grab at your hand and bring your fingers in front of his face, nosing at your fingers, the right fingers you use for getting yourself off, and inhales sharply before he took it to his mouth to suck.

"what the fuck...?" you gasp at his act, face contorted in disgust, but to be honest, made you turn on at the same time.

"i should've known this sooner... never thought that you're gonna be so... slutty."

even though he wasn't the type that aggressively makes move. you were so stupid to think that he's just as shy as you, and dull, but as today happens you have to acknowledge that he's just good at holding back. and that with much respect, as he was saying. even so, the way he behave tonight.. you couldn't be more aroused. can't believe you two keep your hands off each other just to know that both of you are actually desperate to fuck each other.

The more I touch you, the more thirsty

I'm sure it's full, but I'm thirsty (Yeah I gotcha' boy)

his hands are currently all over your body. inviting him to your room is a big big mistake. from considering to be a sweet hearted kind of guy and help you folding your laundry, you have your legs being folded instead as he eat you out messily. so messy that the sound of slurping and your juices make you cringe. but damn it feels so good, he do it so right it leaves you blabbering nonsense you didn't know you let out. you squeeze your thighs together and pull on his hair, hip lifted so high onto his face to press your own pleasure cause it feels too much, but too good.

it's been a while since he caught you on the other day, and it's always him giving you head and not vice versa. he sensed that you don't want to do the same thing and didn't ask about it either, in fact, he's pretty content that he can have his way with you and eat you out gladly whenever he desires. but it's just the fact that you're actually holding back.

you want him. you want to suck on those dick that god knows he's beyond hard after when he had his way with you, but the thought of getting addicted to him already makes you unsettled. what if you become like, dependent? or what if you keep looking for him because you always wanted a taste? what if you liked him? it's the same as playing with drugs, it's so tempting that the moment you got a taste, you'll be addicted. need more, and more, more of him.

it's morning again. him with his pieces of clothing and standing behind the counter where he can see you clearly. you're sitting on the sofa in the living room which faces directly at the kitchen. he may look busy doing his thing, but he won't miss the way you look at him like a starving woman. you're staring so hard. staring at his crotch, in fact. you're so lost that you miss the way his eyes watching you, smirking in amusement like he knows exactly what you were thinking.

"angel."

you twitched at his remark, nearly dropping your bowl at the moment.

"i know you want me." he's straight to the point. it makes you bewildered that you let your mouth open and close with no words to let out.

now it feels so much harder to resist him. you can't hold on any longer.

"c'mere." you know he's controlling you. and you know you wouldn't disobey him for once. so you get up with a huff pretending that you don't like any of the ideas in his head right now and making a beeline to stand in front of him.

"what do you want?" you shifted on one leg and tried to act calm, and you do. but he won't fall for that. he already feels you. feels your need.

"what do you want?" he asked you the same question, his tone stern but his voice delicate.

"i-i don't-"

he cut you off by catching your lips on his, and as he did that, you close your eyes, already submitted. you moan to the kiss as he started to grope your ass, using his tongue to lap all over your mouth in a heated make out session. after feels like hours you broke the kiss, and he stare at your fucked out face before he harshly pushed you on your knees and started to pull down his joggers, his hard on on full display.

he stroke his length slowly as he let out a low groan while staring down at you, you couldn't be more wet. your mouth agape, the need for tasting him is so strong you're losing your mind. on all four, you crawl closer to him and hesitantly replace his own hand on his cock with yours. it's so hard that the image of him being aroused because of you makes you tingle. your grip is strong on his cock, and you squeeze it deliciously, making him growl.

you kiss the tip, basically teasing both of yourselves, before finally sucking on his blunt like a lollipop. you keep doing the suction, then give a handful of his balls a massage while you let go of the tip and start pressing kisses along his shaft. he reacts so well it makes you excited, pussy already drenched with arousal. you take half of his shaft onto your mouth, proceeding to bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and tongue gliding under his shaft, you do this for a while before taking all of him in the back of your throat, which makes you gag a little. he hissed and his head thrown back, both of his hands grabbed at the back of your head sternly, pinning you down his length you hardly move.

"fuck. i knew you'd be good at this. good for nothing but chokes on a cock, huh? you feel so fucking good, so fucking spoiled, aren't you? why don't you tell me you're my cock slut, hm?"

of course you can't tell a fucking thing. mouth is full of dick, good for nothing but being stuffed by his cock. and you love it so much it gave you shivers. you hummed bringing vibration down his cock which makes him let another groans, then he started to fuck himself on your throat. he let go of his hands from the back of your head and pulling his length out before thrusting, he quickly find his pace and face fuck you in a steady pace, bringing your hair in a ponytail as a nice grip.

you already know that since then, the things between you two would just bring another sweet disaster.

Sip, sip, sip, it all night

Dip, dip, dip, it all night

before sleeping, on the midnights when both of you are still awake, in the morning, when you are sick from the assignments, while cooking lunch in the kitchen, when he says he's horny, even after working out, you'll gladly give him head. every time, anywhere.

you're addicted. it's started concerning you if it's fucking normal to do a blowjob like it's some kind of routine.

you love his load. you'll gladly devour every drop of his spurt without him asking you to. even if your mouth is full of his cum, it's still not enough. when you swallow it down your throat, you still feel thirsty.

So thirsty thirsty thirsty

Drench me with your heart hidden deep in the water

you fuck for the first time that night. watching movies with a guy best friend who's been doing things with you is most likely leading to something more, which is kinda terrifies you. but fuck it, you both know that you're already far from crossing the line.

"you're so pretty." he whispered in your ear, his hands all over your torso, groping and kneading your tits. you squirm from his touch and throw your head on his shoulder, body resting comfortably on his lap. your bare back feels warm against his chest, you can feel his clothed dick keeps poking you from behind. he kisses your jaw, neck, shoulder, collarbone, then down to your spine it makes you shiver. he grab your hips to lift you up and bend you over on all four, before eating you out from behind. your back arched like a cat, face buried into the sofa pillow, muffled your own moan, hands squeezed into each other so tight.

"oh, fuck. so so good, please don't stop-" you managed to mumble, his grip on your thighs so strong, one hand kneading your cheek and slap it hard. you moan at the feelings, panting like crazy, drool all over the pillow under you as he eating you out expertly, licking from the bottom all the way to the top to suck on your clit, fat tongue sliding against your folds like he's devouring an ice cream, he spits, giving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy, fucking your hole as deep as possible with his wet muscle with purpose.

"fuck i'm so close. can you please hurry u-"

he slapped your cunt making you gasp and jolt. "what is it angel?"

"make me cum,"

"only good girls can cum. are you a good girl? my good girl?"

you dropped your head on the pillow, feeling frustrated cause this time, you desperately wanted to be fucked, hard.

"yes, i am your good girl. please, just please, fuck me,"

that's it. it's smoothly rolled off your lips. he's giving a pause for a moment at your comment, before you hear a rustle behind you, you're looking over your shoulder and he's already taking off his bottoms, leaving him as naked as you are.

"pretty girl, you're gonna be the death of me," he's stroking his dick in slow motion, the head is hitting your entrance making you arch your back even more, begging in silence to be fucked.

"shit, you're so fucking wet." he's lining his cock on your opening, teasing his own length between your very drenched folds, and it makes you whine.

he slapped your cheeks again, "beg," he said. "beg for it."

you feels like crying when you beg him, "fuck me. please,"

Yeah I keep getting greedy

Telling me that you probably too

both of you never spent nights together until morning in one room. being fucked stupid by your roommate was never been on your wishlist, but it's not that bad.

"fuck me. please,"

your tone was so desperate it mortifies you, but you don't even care anymore, you want him, so fucking much. he might want you as much as you want him, and you do want to believe that.

he's slowly bottoming up when both of you groan in unison. he's so big, you feel full, and you love the feeling. hands on your hips, almost clawing when he piston his cock in and out of you. you're a moaning mess, he then pull at your hair to yank your head up, back touching his torso while he fucks you precisely from behind.

"you're so sweet and tight. i love it." he nibbles and grunts in your ear, his voice is so sexy you're beyond turned on.

"want to... want to see your face..." you said in a tiny voice and he move quickly to grant your wish. he pulls out and carry you to move into his bed, then plop you onto the sheets.

you suddenly feel embarrassed, hands buckle up covering your chest. he chuckled when he find you were so vulnerable. like a lost little pup. fucking cute.

"acting shy just now?" he's hovering over you, parting your legs apart and sliding into your waiting hole once more. you gasp and arch your neck, he swiftly kiss and sucks on your exposed skin to leave red marks. you sigh in bliss, his mouth on you feels so right, him making you full and complete, you couldn't be more in joy.

he kiss you one more time on the mouth and thrust at a quick pace above you, eyes staring at you with lust and admiration. he's so pretty with his hair sticking all over his forehead, sweat covering his muscular body, glistening under the lights. he's so sexy.

"come with me, yeah? i want you to come with me." he demands. you nod your head and shut your eyes tightly, moaning into oblivion when he start to play with your clit and you explode right away. he's moaning with you when you squeeze him so firmly, his pace erratically fast as he easily glides in and out, drenched pussy and skin to skin clapping can be heard all over the room.

"just come in me." you cup his face and look him in the eyes, almost lovingly, and you whispered to him that made him cum immediately,

"i want you to fill me up, so full it's overflowing. plant babies in me."

only hard breathing and groan are heard inside of this room. it's not long after you two continue in bed, but the room is already steamy and smells like sex.

"not enough," you speak, more like mumbling to yourself.

"what?" he remarked.

"i said," you smile wholeheartedly at him, and come closer to his ear.

"i want all of your cum in me until my pussy has already taken all the remaining space for it."

Yes, I'm thirsty when I see you

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[kestisvrse]

scars

pairing ⋆ anthony lockwood x gn!reader. angst.

synopsis ⋆ you find a bruised and bloody lockwood in the kitchen late at night.

warnings ⋆ shitty writing (it was late 😔), mentions of blood, injuries, a panic attack and violence, swearing. | wc: 0.9k

♫ - all things end by hozier

something wasn’t right. you woke up at around four in the morning, which wasn’t unusual for an agent but your gut told you there was a reason.

your throat was uncomfortably dry, you unwillingly crawled out of your warm bed into the chilly air, bare feet landing on the cool floor, you quickly grab some socks to warm yourself.

walking down the creeky staircase, careful to not alert your sleeping roomates, but clearly they weren’t all asleep as the kitchen light was left on and a faint hiss was heard. approaching the door, turning the knob slowly to not alarm whoever was in the kitchen, you saw a bloody and bruised lockwood sitting at the table, head shooting up at the sight of you.

“lockwood?” you gasped at the sight in-front of you. the table was littered with medical supplies and lockwood sat there in his white collared shirt, blood seeping through the left side, small cuts littered his face, “what the fuck happened?”

“i’m sorry, did i wake you? i didn’t mean to, i’m fine.” he rambled excuses as you rushed over to sit next to him, you smacked his hands away as he begged you to go back to bed.

“i am not going back to bed, anthony.” you insisted, he was fighting back tears from the pain of his injury, jaw clenching, “let me help you, while you tell me what the hell you did.”

he observed you as you grabbed the correct ointments and bandages to use for his face, as he gripped onto his side, his eyes didn’t leave your face as you worked away on the cuts on his face, he waited awhile until he started talking again.

“i-i went out, the air in the house was too stuffy i needed a walk.” his voice was cracking as he spoke, sniffling every so often, you glanced down at his eyes to catch a tear slip out, anthony lockwood was crying.

you had never seen him cry, it didn’t matter how often he opened up to you, all you saw was his eyes get glossy and he would run off, but you watched as the tear rolled down his cheek and disappear to his neck.

“take your shirt off.” you broke the silence.

“what?” he sniffled

“lockwood, do you not see the huge blood stain on your shirt? i need to check that.” you said softly

“i’m fin-“ he started

“stop saying that. please stop, let me help you.” you pleaded, your eyes were getting glossy just at the sight of him, his face cleaned up and bandaged but his shirt still covered in blood and dirt, the grip on his side loosened revealing his hand covered in blood. he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, unveiling a huge gash on his side, you gasped at the sight and he flinched.

you got up to wash your hands, and grab extra bandages out of the cupboard, returning to your spot finding lockwood intensely staring at his bloodied hands, you placed your hand in his.

“look at me, focus on me.” you asked, he listened as his gaze snapped up to you, his brows knitted together, “talk to me.”

“there were so many, so many ghosts down at the park, i almost forgot they even existed because of how…” he cleared his throat due to the stinging from you cleaning his side, “..because of how anxious i was feeling, i forgot about them and got attacked, i-i i don’t know how i survived.” his voice cracked, you had never seen him like this.

“keep talking okay? distract yourself from the pain. i’m right here, i’ve got you.” you whispered softly, comforting him as he controlled his breathing once more.

“i did remember my rapier, thank god. gave me an opening to run. i got thrown back into a tree, that’s where the cuts came from and a loose branch stuck into my side.” he whimpered as you disinfected the wound.

“okay, that’s enough. focus on your breathing you are getting too worked up.” he nodded, mouth twitching into a smile just because of your company, you continued to work on stitching his wound and bandaging it.

“all done.” you sighed, you cleaned the table and washed your hands as he watched your every move. bringing him a glass of water you sat next to him again.

“i’m sorry, if i scared you, or woke you i don’t know-“ he stuttered out, you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers.

“of course you scared me. i woke up to find you dying in the kitchen. i wish you had come to get me.” you explained, you brought your hand up to his cheek and he lent into it, “i’m here for you lockwood, always, asleep or awake, i am here.” a minute of comfortable silence passes.

“at least i’ll have a cool scar.” he muttered, you laughed at his joke the tears that were welling in your eyes disappeared down your cheeks and onto the floor, he brought his arm around your waist pulling you and your chair closer.

“let’s get you to bed, you need it.” you said, his eyes were drooping as he sipped his water. you hand’s intertwined together as you led him upstairs into his room.

george barged into the room the next morning as lockwood had overslept, only to find you cuddled together in a mess of blankets, lockwood covered in bandages, both sound asleep.

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[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Desperate For You - Toji

18+ minors not welcome

Pairing: ex!Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, masturbation, reader is present in theory, maybe he’s in love with you and doesn’t know how to say that

Author’s Note: I’m not necessarily a Toji girlie (don’t get me wrong, he fine as hell), but I’m a lil stuck on Abundance part 2 and got this quick lil idea. Toji seems a little hard and unfeeling in fics, and I wanted to try something a bit different, I hope y’all like it 😘

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“Hey, make sure you didn’t leave any shit in my bathroom.” Toji calls out to the woman he hears opening the front door to commence her walk of shame. He doesn’t bother looking up to make sure she hears him - her snort and muttered “asshole” as she slams the door was enough to let him know she did - he’s too busy swiping through your latest post on Instagram. The events of the night before are documented on social media for him to see, and Toji finds his length twitching as he scrolls through the set of photos and sees the subtle wear and tear of your drinks and dancing.

Toji used to love when you came home, tipsy and craving to be stuffed until you couldn’t support your own weight anymore and were begging him to please please cum in you. By the time he reaches the final photo, his cock is standing stiff and needy and the rim of your glass is littered with what seems like dozens of lip stains matching your favorite lipstick, making him wish he could see the vibrant color stretched around the base of his cock.

Reaching into his pants to rub the head of his dick with his thumb the way you used to, Toji is hit with an idea, wicked and filthy, which makes it perfect for him. Peeling off his tight shirt, Toji pockets his phone and goes back to his room.

There were a lot of people who would blame Toji for your breakup. Something about nonchalance and jealousy don’t make a good mix and wandering eyes, blah blah blah. One thing no one who had ever spoken to Toji - or seen the way he looks at you - could refute, was that you had the tightest, wettest, warmest pussy he’d ever sunken into, and he’d do whatever he could to feel it again, to feel it now.

For a few ravenous weeks after the breakup, Toji could seduce you into his sheets. Sometimes he’d only have to send you a text in the dark of the night, others, he’d sneak up behind you in line at your regular cafe, placing his hand on your hip and pressing his bulge into your ass like you’d never broken up and he was convincing you to cancel your plans the spend the day in bed with him. In bed, in the tub, in the kitchen, on the floor on the way back to the bed - if he’d have you abandoning your day, he’d be sure to keep you busy. But then, one night, you didn’t respond at all, not even to tell him to get a life or just jerk off, it was just radio silence.

He knew why when the gossipy old greeter at the grocery store the next afternoon called out his name, a playful lilt to her voice, “I’m glad to see at least one of you is moving on. She looked so lovely and happy. Your ex-girlfriend. Expensive restaurant I saw ‘em at too. He must be rich.” Toji sneered at her delighted grin, “Shut up, you old cow.” He called over his shoulder, white hot heat building in his stomach. One date with some nice guy asshole and you can’t even respond to his texts? That’s what was rich, fuck that guy.

But then you stopped responding to any of Toji’s calls or texts, you wouldn’t even give in when he’d tease you about your new boyfriend. You’d even gone so far as to switch cafes so Toji couldn’t intercept your mornings anymore, and it made him furious. What, were you worried he’d convince you to abandon your morals? That he’d be able to pull you into him by your waist and nibble at your neck until you dumped that piece of shit with a video of Toji pounding into your pussy, your ass slapping against his thighs with wet squelches?

He gave up after a while, but a week ago, you publicly became a single woman again, posting your slutty little pictures in a dress your old boyfriend would have begged you to only wear at home, hence his current plan.

Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you craved the sweaty entanglement of your limbs, supplementing your air with his own while you ground yourself on his steadily leaking cock, Toji knows it. All this time, you’ve been unsatisfied, like him, heat building and only able to be extinguished by the other. And without a doubt, Toji was going to exploit your need however he needed, as long as he’d get to drench himself in your juices again.

Phone set up just right and recording his every move, Toji settles on his bed, propped up on his knees, unable to stop the mean chuckle that tumbles from his lips as he pulls his jogging pants just low enough to reveal his heavy balls, twitching at their base for you. As he braces himself with a strong hand on the bed, Toji grips his cock with the other, thrusting into his tight hold and remembering how you’d feel around him.

“Fuuck.” He moans, grunting through gritted teeth as he fights to keep a steady pace. There was a time where Toji teased you meanly for enjoying videos like these, soft, solo, and noisy. Now though, that he seeks to tempt you, he’s glad to know what you like, even if he thinks it’s stupid. What matters is exploding in you again, letting his thick cum build in you until there’s no doubt that he’d bound the two of you forever. Then, he could revel in holding your throat in his grasp and asking you in person if his precious slut was done showing her ass and finally ready to let the veiny surface of his cock leave an imprint in the slick pussy he calls home.

Thinking of being buried in you again lights an urgency in Toji - yeah, he feels good, but he’s ready to send this to you now. The sooner your thighs start to rub together at the sight of his leaking tip, the better. So, chasing the anticipation of fucking you until neither of you can remember how to separate, Toji begins to fuck into his fist rather than letting his calloused hand glide along his shaft, pretending to be yours.

The steadily growing pool of arousal gathering at the ridge of his head begins to produce an almost nostalgic squelching noise. Even more memories of you engulfing Toji’s angry, leaking cock wash over him, pushing a low groan from his throat. With both hands now stacking to cover his length, Toji transitions to irregular thrusts, letting his head fall back for a moment as another grunted, “Fuck.” leaves his lips alternating in a cycle just as irregular as his thrusts as he approaches his climax.

As he feels his balls swell, Toji ramps up his speed, envisioning the soft cock drunk smile you’ll give him in affirmation when he asks if you want more. You always take everything he gives you, for as long as he can give it to you. Always.

Toji almost gets overwhelmed by his orgasm, but he pushes forward, for you. Going back to one hand, Toji hisses quickly before releasing a throaty moan as his cum quickly begins to cover his hand, his continued thrusts smearing the arousal from his head to his base. By the time he’s finally milked himself dry, Toji feels almost lightheaded. He can’t help the dry laugh that passes his lips as he realizes just how much he came. He really really can’t wait to touch you again.

Looking up at the camera now, Toji’s lips stretch into a lazy smile, “‘S all for you, mama.” Toji stops the recording and cuts out the extra bits at the beginning and the end while also maneuvering cleaning himself off. As soon as the video saves, Toji pulls up your contact and sends you a text. He knows you - what you want and what you need - and now that he’s laid his bait, Toji can relax, collapsing down into his couch and waiting for you to bite.

And thankfully for him and his stirring cock, you do. Half an hour after sending the video, Toji’s phone buzzes beside him.

I’ll be home in 20, come meet me. Show up late, and I won’t let you in.

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[stnexus]

eat you up…!

NSFW, 18+, SMUT, MINORS DNI

satoru gojo x black!fem!reader

summary: gojo gets way too many ideas when he’s on an energy high after working out. like fucking you on the floor of the home gym just for fun.

content(s): pre-established relationship (gojo + reader), reader is a college student, mirror sex, spitting, one (1) spank, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (male + female receiving), pretty light, gojo got some humor in here, please make sure you read everything before proceeding! be safe xoxo!

names used (?): pretty girl, baby, babygirl, princess, slut, pretty slut

word count: 3.2k+

boredom seemed to play at the edge of your mind as you found yourself sat in the middle of the bed. papers surrounding you as the light from your laptop illuminated your face. the warmth of the laptop grazed over your legs as its internal fans turned on to cool it down. it had been almost two and a half hours of you doing homework — your eyes were beyond tired from the concentration it took.

running a hand over your face, you paused to rub at your eyes. a yawn escaping your glossed lips. deciding to take a break, you stretched as you pulled yourself off of the bed, standing to your complete height. in the process you had gently pushed your papers and laptop over to your side of the bed, your (satoru’s) long black shirt swaying over your brown thighs as you moved.

grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand beside the bed, you took note that it was empty. and with no time wasted you made your way to the kitchen. opening one side of the fridge to grab the pitcher of filtered water and filling your pink water bottle.

as you closed the door of the fridge, you leaned your back against the kitchen isle. your acrylics tapping against it as boredom began to set in again.

the house was too quiet. aside from your gulps of water and the thrumming of music being filtered out of a room down the hall. satoru had insisted on having an in home gym, something he’d said about not having to leave every time he wanted to workout. he’d spent quite a lot of time setting everything up, but once he had done so he was ecstatic.

from a treadmill, to a weight rack, it seemed like he had found everything he needed. as you sauntered down the hallway, you laid a knock on the wooden door. until you realized he most likely couldn’t hear you over the sound of the music that was muffled on your side. with a twist of the silver handle, you pushed the door open slightly — just enough to poke your head through and get a peek.

you were met with the view of your boyfriend stood in the middle of the spacious room, doing arm curls with a dumbbell. a white t-shirt thrown on, though he had maneuvered one arm out of it as if he were in the process of taking it off and gave up. gray cotton shorts hung lowly on his hips, his white hair pushed away from his face with a black headband. sweat seemed to accent every bit of his form.

the imagery actually stopped you in your tracks. your lips slightly parted as you tried to blink away any thoughts. he’s definitely gotta be tired, now is not the time.

“ya’ know i can feel you staring right?” gojo’s voice broke you out of your short trance. setting the dumbbell down and pausing the music, your boyfriend moved to face you, turning his head away from the wall of mirrors in front of him as he did so. placing his hands on his hips, sending a smile your way, “…don’t get shy. you like what you see. i know, babygirl.”

“satoru shut the hell up,” you spoke after smacking your lips with a small eye roll. he was always being cocky with the little jokes he made, but that was part of what you loved about him. fully entertaining the room — water bottle in hand, gojo met you halfway. bending towards you to plant a kiss on your lips. his tongue swiping over your bottom lip in the process. “no you didn’t just lick my lipgloss off my lip…”

“mmm, cherry flavored,” the blue eyed man hummed as he purposefully ignored your statement. his white eyelashes fluttering as he joked. taking in your appearance he internally groaned, working out always made him extra excited. his energy was already through the roof, but working out was like an extra kick.

“and you brought me some water? look at my princess being nice.” he teased as he reached for the pink water bottle in your hand. only for you to pull it out of his reach; even though let’s be real here, that height and those long arms had such an advantage over you.

“i’m so close to throwing the water on you, actually,” you joked back as he laughed and grabbed at your waist, pulling you towards his sweaty form. “ewww, ‘toru…you’re all sweaty!” you spoke in between laughter as he planted kisses all over your face.

“…‘bet i could make you sweat too,” he spoke as he continued with his kisses, his breath fanning your face as he spoke right next to your ear. his statement was only a partial joke. he didn’t know about the warmth that stirred up in your lower stomach at his proclamation. ceasing his actions he used your lowered guard to grab your water bottle from your hand, popping the top open and talking long sips.

“don’t drink all of it i just re—” your words were cutoff by one loud obnoxious gulp signifying gojo had drank everything in the bottle. “…filled. you are such a headache.”

setting the bottle on the floor away from you both gojo grabbed at your waist once more. fingers drifting a little lower. his eyes trained on your face as if he were waiting for something. “i’m your headache, baby. and you know…i’m kinda hungry too.”

“oh, for real?” you hummed, “whatchu feel like eating?” you questioned teasingly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips once again.

“well, you came in here looking real good,” gojo started to speak. his hand trailed over your butt until he reached to the the hem of your shirt (his shirt), hands gliding up the back of your thighs and underneath the shirt to grab at your butt. “you only came in here with this shirt and…a pair of these pretty little panties.” he spoke as he slowly raised the shirt over your hips, looking down at the view of your white underwear with a cute little flower on the lacy trim.

“i think, it would only be right to eat you up. right here.” his hands continued to grab at your butt, kneading you under the palm of his hands. as he bent towards you and pressed his lips against your neck, listening to a light laugh that left your mouth before you began speaking.

“i would’ve thought all that energy would’ve been used on working out,” you teased. “i should’ve known better.”

“yeah you should’ve, i always have the energy for you pretty girl,” gojo replied as he made his way back up to your lips. tongue peeking out through your shared kiss as he pulled you down to the wooden floor beneath you both.

pulling away to pull his white shirt off himself completely he could’ve lost his mind as the sight of you. you sat in his lap, barely clothed cunt pressed right up against his crotch. sliding his hands under the shirt you wore he helped you pull it up over your head and off completely, throwing it somewhere around the room. gojo let out a groan as your breast were freed, your brown nipples budding to attention. pressing kisses on your collarbone and just above your nipples.

“i can touch you right here, baby?” he asked as if he were new to the view of your body. he liked to drag on the process, being a tease whenever he could. but a small mhmm, go ‘head ‘toru, was all he needed to hear. pinching at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and middle fingers.

“can i use my mouth here too, pretty girl?” he questioned, and with no hesitation you agreed.

“ ‘toruuu stop playin’ around,” you groaned out at the stimulation he was giving your nipples.

“maybe i like to play with my food a little before i eat, hm,” gojo teased with a light laugh, “you know me, i’m a man who gets really sidetracked sometimes…”

“satoru, i swear if you—” your words were cut short by gojo’s lips enveloping one of your nipples. your acrylic adorned fingers threaded through his white tufts. feeling his tongue running over your nipple while his now free hand grabbed at your waist, his other hand continuing to tweak and flick at your unattended to nipple. a few moans slipped from your lips as he moaned against you, your thinly clothed cunt grinding against his shorts, directly over his hardening cock.

“well would you look at that,” gojo quipped as he moved to your other nipple, sucking for just a brief moment. “you taste just as good as ever baby…” you let out a small whine as gojo pulled away, guiding you to lean back and press your back onto the wood flooring. his hands guiding you gently. with a teasing laugh he began to kiss down your body — beginning at the middle of your chest, and kisses landing on your lower stomach.

“satoru,” you spoke as your hips moved slightly in order to cause some form of friction for the pool of heat growing between your legs. “please touch me…”

“i’ll do more than touch you,” satoru stated as he became eye level with your clothed center. spreading your legs for easy access as his breath fanned over you. he took in the wet spot decorating your pretty underwear. “yeah, i’m going to eat you up…”

with that gojo’s tongue licked at the wet spot, licking softly at your covered pussy. pressing his nose right up against your soft little bud through your panties he inhaled and breathed out with a deep sigh, laying a gentle kiss on your cunt. without moving his face, gojo maneuvered his slender fingers towards your underwear, pulling them to the side as he took in your glistening pussy.

“i can put my mouth right here too, right honey?”

“satoru, f—fuck, yes. you’re pissin’ me off…” you groaned at his teasing nature. feeling his breath brush over your most vulnerable spot was like torture, his pretty blue eyes twinkled as they locked on your own as he smiled. everything was so fucking funny to him. and his smile didn’t dare falter as he used his thumb and index finger to spread your cunt, getting a better look at your twitching pussy. he hadn’t even done anything yet — but here your were. soaking.

“i guess my food is a little snippy today, huh?” gojo joked, “but that’s alright, i’ve got something that can fix that.” running his tongue over your exposed clit, he took a long and harsh suck at the sensitive little spot. pulling a pretty cry from your lips. pulling back to let his thumb rub circles at the little button, gojo hummed as saliva formed in his mouth. spitting at your pretty pussy, the man groaned as his hips shifted against the wooden flooring.

“fuck you taste as good as always, always taste so good f’ me,” your boyfriend groans as his face is buried beneath your legs once more. licking, kissing, and sucking away at your perfect little clit. it felt like he was making out with your pussy, especially with how he kept mumbling about how perfect you were for him.

“look at her, she’s just so pretty and she looks so tight,” gojo cooed as he looked up at you, “maybe i should help her relax a bit, huh princess?”

“y—yeaa, do whatever you want,” you spoke almost drunkenly on the way gojo was making you feel. and he took your invitation well, because soon enough there was two fingers working you open while his tongue worked against your clit. his pale and slender fingers working in and out, fingertips dragging across your most sensitive spots inside you. scissoring you open whenever he deemed it appropriate.

“such a good girl,” gojo complimented as he watches you clench around his fingers. leaving a messy ring of cream all over them as you neared your release.

“ ‘toruuu i need t’ cu—cummm” your moan turn into a drawn out hum as you mind seemed to flutter along with your lower stomach.

“come on then princess, cum all over your man’s face,” he coaxed, fingers curling to hit your gspot repeatedly. his tongue leaving perverted amount of saliva all over your cunt, you were sure that was a mix of saliva and your arousal dripping onto the floor beneath you. you felt your stomach tightening as you listened to his words, the coil that was tightening in your stomach springing to life as you released all over his tongue.

and gojo would not let a drop go to waste as he licked all over your spent cunt. moaning into you as he grounded his hips into the floor beneath him. taking one more harsh suck at your clit as he pulls way. peering at your out of breath form as he set himself up on his knees, gojo pulled his cock out above the waistband of his underwear and shorts. your wetness still adorning his face.

his tip was sticky with precum, and it dribbled a bit down towards his shaft. the tip was definitely a bit red from how hard he was, his shaft still a little pale in comparison, blueish veins decorating his cool toned skin. his size was always a bit intimidating at first, he’s thick and long, but he knows just how to fuck you.

“ ‘wanna suck you off first…toru,” you spoke breathlessly as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. looking at his flushed skin, a natural blush forming on his cheeks and across his chest.

“yea..? get on your knees then pretty girl.”

watching him stand to his full height, you did as he said. your knees pressed into the stiff flooring. your knees would definitely pay for this later on, but right now that wasn’t a thought. hell, you don’t even know if you could form a thought beyond getting fucked out by your boyfriend.

sliding your tongue from the underside of his dick to the tip, you made sure to collect enough spit in your mouth as your lips wrapped around his tip. making sure your teeth didn’t hurt him in the process.

“uh— f—uck,” gojo choked out, “i see you don’t play around.” he teases as he thinks about how he always toys with you.

you roll your eyes as you look up at him, your eye contact crumbling him in ways you couldn’t even imagine. grabbing at your braids the white haired man pulled them into a lazy makeshift ponytail as your head bobbed up and down. his length disappearing and reappearing partially between your lips. whatever you couldn’t suck, your hand was wrapped around as it moved along with your other movements.

“shit…you’re so fucking good, such a little slut sometimes,” gojo groaned as his his hips began to move, careful to not gag you at the moment. “my little slut…my pretty slut…”

“(y/n)…” your boyfriend moaned out as he tapped at your cheek, “come on b—baby stop, i wanna fuck you…”. pulling at the makeshift ponytail, gojo pulled you away from his cock. watching as a string of saliva followed you as you pulled away. your lips glistening in the low light of the home gym. the sight alone was almost enough to make him cum. a small huff left his lips as he looked down at you, then back up at the wall of mirrors in front of you both. then that’s when it hit him all at once.

“face down, ass up. turn towards the mirror,” he ordered as he sunk back down to his knees. “yeaaa, good girl…” he cooed as you listened. a pretty arch being your resting position, your chin resting on your folded arms as you looked towards the mirrors. gojo gripped at your waist with one hand as he slid his cock over your cunt, bumping into your clit many times. every time causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“tell me what you want. i wanna hear it,” gojo spoke, his voice seemed strained. like he was losing his mind just as much as you.

“ ‘wantchu t’ fuck me satoruuu, please…!” you whine through your still spit glistening lips.

“of course, pretty girl,” he had obviously lost his desire to joke around with how he began to push into you. pushing in until his hips met the plush feeling of your ass, the back of your thighs touching the front of his. pulling out slowly he listened to your pretty sounds, looking at your reflection in the mirrors. your lips parted, eyes heavy and lidded. and that’s what he liked to see.

gojo’s hip rolled against you slow and steady. his balls slightly bumping into your clit with each movement. it was like he was giving you a break when he pulled away only to split you open again and again over his thick length.

“s—satoruuu,” you whimpered, “it feels so good…”

“mhmm, ya’ want more?” he asked as his slow rhythm continued. a pretty ring of you arousal clinging to his cock. coating him every time he sheathed himself inside you.

“y—yea,” you moaned out.

planting one of his feet on the side of your body, gojo steadied himself. both of his hand grabbing at your waist now. his rhythm picking up speed as his hips begin to rock at a faster pace. he watched as your eyes began to close as you began to lose focus on your image in the mirror, letting go of your waist for just a second to land a smack on your ass. then placed his hand back.

“keep those eyes open, or i’ll stop,” he threatened. but he himself could barely believe his words, you felt too good. looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t shake the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your clit, him stretching you out and seemingly hitting every spot possible inside your drooling pussy. your whines and cries reverberated off the walls of the home gym, you were sure if anyone nearby paid attention they’d hear you.

“so fuckin’ messy, you’re wetting the fuckin’ floor up…” gojo took note of a string of arousal that left a thin line from your pussy to the floor beneath you.

“f—uuck, ‘toru, imma cum a—again…” you whined, your voice raising an octave. your stomach felt tight, like you had been the one exercising.

“go ahead, i’m not stopping you,” gojo huffed out at he maintained eye contact through the reflection in the mirror. arm wrapping around you to rub your clit in fast tight circles. his hips stuttered as you tightened around him, creaming all over his cock and sucking him in like you didn’t want him to leave. but what was the icing on the cake was the begging words that left your mouth as you came.

“cum in me please, ‘toru. please, ah fuuuck, please cum in mee,” your pleads were like hearing a fucking siren song. his hips continue to stutter as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling his sticky seed inside you. his breath hitching in his throat as he let out a breathy whine. sliding out of you felt like leaving heaven, and he rested on his knees once again. grabbing you up and pulling you towards him before your legs gave out.

“i might just start fucking you in here instead of working out, actually, ” he confessed with a heavy sigh as he still attempted to catch his breath.

“you are so unserious, satoru gojo.”

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[spidervee]

in which bradley’s got a hell of hangover, but seeing you sad is somehow a hundred times worse 🌻 18+ mentions of alcohol and a one night stand

“Bradshaw, wakey wakey!”

Bradley pulls his pillow closer around his ears, determined to block out the chipper voice of his roommate, the sunlight filtering in through the cracks in his blinds, and the smell of cinnamon waffles that he usually loves but this morning are just making his stomach churn.

“Bradley, c’mon.” There’s a knock at his door, your voice more serious now. “I’ve got water and ibuprofen and that mud that you call coffee brewing.”

“Can’t you make her be quiet?”

Bradley jolts awake at the question that comes from the girl beside him in bed. He’d thought she’d left last after—well, it didn’t matter, because she’s there in his bed, in his t-shirt, with his marks sucked onto her neck.

Shit.

“Uh…” his throat is dry as the fucking Mojave and he’s hoping you didn’t hear the second voice in his room, but the embarrassed gasp from the other side of the door tells him that you did.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and Bradley can hear you shuffling away, “Didn’t realize we had a guest.”

It’s all a fucking nightmare after that. The blonde whose name he can’t remember asks to shower and Bradley really just wants her to leave but he’s a gentleman—as much as one can be to the girl who he’s never going to call again—and so points her to the bathroom and prays to god that you stay in your room.

But god must be punishing him for something he did in a past life because you’re in the kitchen, sat cross-legged at the table and working on the Sunday morning crossword when he comes in for coffee and you both hear the shower turn on.

You give Bradley an appraising glance, trying to keep your face neutral. It’s easy enough—everything except the eyes. You really have to work there, to make sure there are no tears welling up at their corners over his absolute stupidity and blindness because you want it so badly to be you padding out of his room still half-drunk on tequila and sex.

“Ibuprofen’s by the stove,” you tell him, proud of yourself for how steady your words are. “Sorry I woke you and…” You pause, giving him space to fill in a name. When he doesn’t, you try not to feel a perverse glee, watching as he pinches the bridge of his nose between two thick fingers. “Anyways, sorry.”

Bradley makes a noise in his throat like he’s choking as he downs three pills and chases them with coffee. He takes his spot across from you at the kitchen table and stays quiet while your pen trails along the black and white squares of your puzzle.

It shouldn’t be this hard. To find the right words to say to you, the right way to say them. But then he’d gone and forgotten his words altogether when he’d kissed you on New Year’s Eve two weeks ago and things were still…weird. You’d frozen, then kissed him back. Then you’d fallen into his bed, but you were gone the next morning, back to your own room. Neither of you had said a word about it since, Bradley worried that he’d taken advantage of you when you’d had a bit too much to drink, you worried that he’d realized what a mistake it had been.

Taking another sip of coffee, Bradley’s head swims. He should say something. Right?

Right.

But just as he opens his mouth to speak, the shower water turns off with a thud of the pipes and you fold up your crossword and retreat back to your bedroom, just like he’d prayed you would.

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[0oolookitsme]

Melted Ice Cream

Type - Blurb

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 901

Warnings - None! Maybe some cursing here and there.

A/N - Wrote this on my phone and that too in a hour or so. This is just a cute little scene, hope you like it <3

(Just the Harry I pictured while writing this:)

The room remained silent, neither of them spoke a word but it was a known fact that both the pair of eyes were wide open.

"H?"

"Yep?"

There wasn't anything funny but the two still chortled. "Why the hell are you still awake?" Y/n asked, releasing his hand to rub her eyes.

"I don't know, why are you?" He asked back, turning on his side to face her. Out of habit, one of his legs swung up on her thigh.

Y/n didn't exactly turn on her side, but she still tilted her head in a way that she was facing him. Nothing but the A/C's light penetrated the darkness in the room, and they could still tell where the other one's eyes and mouth and head and nose were. Silence lingered around for a while before Y/n decided to speak up again.

"I can’t sleep, can we have ice cream?"

“I was about to say that!" Harry exclaimed silently and y/n could just tell that he had this wide grin on his face and that his eyebrows were probably closer to his hairline than to his eyes now.

It was as if they were little kids, the way they jumped off of the bed and scurried to be at each other's side – not exactly fitting in the door frame but still squeezing their way through. Sounds of small, high pitched giggles filled the whole house as they raced down the stairs. "No!" Harry cackled, fisting y/n's shirt from behind when she ran him out. Pulling her back into him he grabbed a tight hold of her by wrapping one arm around her waist and twisted to swing her behind and run ahead.

"That's cheating, H! You're such a loser!" She yelled, laughing and slightly wheezing.

Neither of them know why they are racing, it's not like they only have one scoop of ice cream left. But it was still obvious that the one who reaches the fridge first, wins. And while Y/n is a competitive freak, Harry wouldn't necessarily give himself that title – yet it's clear that if he's playing, he aims to win.

Harry opened the freezer with a smug smile on his face, pulling out a tub of vanilla ice-cream.

"Stop smiling like that or I will slap that off your face, you fuckin' cheater," Y/n grumbled from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter.

His frown started to melt into a lopsided grin on his mouth as he opened the drawer to pull out their ice cream bowls. "Oh please, you're just salty your loser ass couldn't win." He said, looking at her as if waiting for her to tell him to fuck off – and she did, indeed, flip him off.

Their ice cream bowls, on the other hand, are a whole nother story. They had gone to a ceramics class from their school's side and at the end of the workshop, had to make some bowls to show what they had learnt. The only thing that went wrong was that their bowls ended up looking like 'too-tiny bucket hats', as the incharge there had joked. They were so unbelievably tiny for a bowl that their crafts teacher at school believed that it had to be intentional.

But it was absolutely unintentional. They were just talking so much that the goal had escaped them, that's all.

On Harry's cup, Y/n had painted small footballs and written 'balls out' in the smallest font. And Harry, on the other hand, had painted small cherries and white doodle-flowers all over her cup. They had even gotten detention, for allegedly making a joke of a representation of their school.

"Want sprinkles?" Y/n asked him, kneeling on the floor in the front of the lowest cabinet. Harry only bummed in return, busy in scooping out equal amounts of ice cream in each bowl. She stood close next to him as she sprinkled the colourful bits on top of his ice cream first, and then onto hers.

"Hey! No fair! You have more sprinkles than mine!" Harry claimed, grabbing her hand and forcing her to put more on his. "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He rushed, trying to take the jar out of her hand as she leaned on the slab to keep her body up while she laughed.

Whining, Harry took a few steps back. "Oh my god, now that's too much sprinkles!" He gritted through his teeth, frowning at her wheezing figure, then slowly and slowly, joining her. Before he knew, they were both kneeling on the kitchen floor, curling up because they were laughing so hard their stomach hurt.

"Why the fuck are you la-laughing?" Y/n asked in the midst, sitting up straight to calm down. "What's funny?" She asked seriously but then Harry spurted out another laugh and she was laughing again.

Tears were rolling down both their cheeks as they finally gained control over themselves. "Wait, wait, wait – this is melting!" Harry shrieked, grabbing ahold of his cup and raising a full spoon to his mouth.

"I told you eat it right away, you idiot!" Y/n panicked from behind, also reaching for her cup. "What?" She asked when Harry passed her a suspicious look.

"You never told me that."

"Do i really need to tell you to eat your ice cream before it fucking melts, Harry?"

Prompt Creds to @me-writes-prompts <3

Tagging: @reveriehs <3

MASTERLIST <3

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[psychoc1ty]

✧.* - "drop the attitude."

summary: you and johnny are mad at each other.

warnings: rough sex, make up sex, oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, smutty smut, aftercare at the end

a/n: ib forgot and yer

wc: 932 words

you and johnny were in a heated argument. at least it wasn't beating each other up. it was just yelling at each other.

johnny's fists were clenched from how mad he was. your eyes were sort of watering, because you and him don't like fighting. but in this situation, he was deeply pissed at you, so it's like he didn't care.

"johnny, please! i'm sorry! i don't know how many fucking times i've apologized already," you cried out. he slammed his hand on the counter, "just shut the hell up, y/n." you nodded as another tear ran down your face. you went into your guys' room.

you laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm yourself. you wiped your tears, and you got more calm by the minute.

maybe you both probably needed time away from each other. usually that helps.

you wanted to make yourself comfy again, so you got your legs sprawled out, not expecting anything. you didn't wanna make any other actions, because what if you got caught? all you wore was one of his white tees, and lacy panties. it's the only things you could wear to bed, and feel comfy.

you opened the door, and went into the kitchen. you lifted your shirt up, since your thighs had no air. luckily you didn’t see anyone at first, until you actually went in there. then you saw johnny. he still looked pissed.

johnny took a glance at you as you looked in the fridge to ‘find something to eat.’ once he glanced, then twice. you sighed, then went back to your guys’ room. little did you know, johnny was following you.

as soon you shut the door, he came in. you gasped in surprise, “oh my god. i thought you were still pissed at me.” johnny crossed his arms, “i am, but i think we can make this up.” you chuckled, then looked down, “like how?” he went to you, “i’ll show you.”

since he was strong, he was able to flip you over. you laid on your stomach, til you got on your hands and knees since your position before was uncomfy. he yanked your panties off roughly, then he undid his pants since he felt himself start to rise.

johnny slid himself into you, as you exchanged a gasp, “oh, johnny.. i thought you were still mad at me..” he leaned over to your ear and nibbled your earlobe, “i am. but you have no fuckin’ idea what you’re doing to me.”

his hips ran into you, going slow at first. it barely took time for him to get faster. you were already moaning, and johnny slapped your ass, “everytime you make a noise, i’m gonna spank ya, okay?” you gripped onto your bedsheets, “yes, sir.”

johnny’s pace started to get fast and rough, and you bit your lip, trying not to make noise. it was so hard to, knowing the man behind you was making you feel this good. it was practically impossible for you to stay silent.

"you're doing good for me, sweetheart."

johnny loved to praise you during these times. he praises you 500x a day, but right now is something else. you wanted to make a noise so bad, but you knew you couldn't. you had to behave for him. you bit your lip, trying to resist yourself from making any commotion.

"you're such a good fucking girl, y/n. so good..," johnny moaned. he loved the feeling to be in you, and you loved the feeling too.

johnny then stopped and pulled out. you wondered why, until he spoke, "since you're being good for me, maybe we can start to use that slutty mouth of yours." you moaned out, "does this mean i get to let out my noises again?"

he chuckled, "even better. turn around for me." you did his command.

you were on your knees, staring up at him so innocently. he guided his dick to your lips, now being parted. johnny's dick entered your mouth, and he grabbed the back of your head, bobbing it back and forth.

you moaned into him, as johnny continued to fuck your mouth. he continuously kept going, as it kept hitting the back of your throat. you sucked on him like he was some sort of sucker.

you two kept this on for a while, and this type of makeup sex was just too good. you didn't wanna stop, and you felt as if johnny didn't wanna stop either.

you licked his tip swiftly with your tongue, receiving a moan from johnny, "don't do that, baby. you're gonna make me cum faster." you smiled, trying not to chuckle, and act serious. it seemed impossible to, but you accomplished not to chuckle.

just to try to get a rise out of him, you did it again. he grabbed your hair tight, "f-fuck!" and just like that, he came more than you thought. johnny's seed was spilling down your throat. once he did, he spoke to you, and pretty much commanded, "swallow."

like he asked, you did so. you took him out of your mouth, and opened wide. johnny ruffled your hair, and praised you.

you both got settled, then johnny apologized for being hateful to you, "i'm sorry if i started that argument earlier, doll. it was out of my way to do that." then you went out of your way, "johnny, please. it was my fault."

you two had a silly argument, doing this back and forth. you two always did this. did it bother you both though? no.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville smut

[footprintsinthesxnd]

It’s Not Your Fault

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, miscarriage, alcohol abuse, failed relationship

Heres part 2 to ‘Promise Me’ which you can read via the link or my masterlist.

Jake’s head pounded as he tried to lift his head off the pillow, he felt dizzy and he could feel the bile building in his throat. His eyes fluttered open and the blinding light of the morning sun blared through the thin curtains. He stuck his eyes shut, groaning and trying to roll over away from the light.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Bob's sing-song voice called, as he came through the bedroom door, armed with paracetamol and a large glass of water. Bob placed the glass of water on the bedside table, before grabbing Jake’s shoulders and pushing him against the headboard. “Here take these,” he shoved the paracetamol into Jake’s mouth and handed him the glass. Jake took a large gulp, enjoying the feeling as the cool liquid trickled down his throat. After a few more sips Jake looked up, Bob was standing there, already dressed and ready for the day, the clock behind him showed it was 07:00 on a Sunday morning. Jake groaned again, “what do you want, Bob? Can’t you leave a man in peace?” Bob glared at him, the man he had brought home last night was gone, the man who had needed a friend, now Jake was back to his normal arrogant self.

“No I can’t actually,” Bob said flatly. “We have a busy day ahead of us so you are going to get ready. There are some fresh towels ready in the bathroom, I want you to shower, put on something other than a tracksuit and then come and have some breakfast.” Jake was slightly taken aback by Bob being an authoritative figure but he followed his orders, dragging himself off the bed and into the bathroom down the hall.

As soon as the warm water hit his skin, Jake already began to feel a little more human, his headache had subsided slightly and he no longer felt the urge to vomit every time he moved. Once he returned to the bedroom he noticed that Bob had laid out a pair of jeans and a shirt for him, he wasn’t going to argue and so dressed quickly before heading down the hall to the kitchen. Bob had laid out toast, bacon and eggs and had just brewed a fresh pot of coffee.

“Feeling better,” he asked as Jake slumped into one of the island chairs.

“A little, Jake admitted, mumbling into the cup that Bob placed in front of him.

“Good.” Bob continued to busy himself as Jake ate but as soon as he’d finished, he was lacing up his boots by the front door.

“Where are you going?” Jake looked puzzled, Bob had been oddly quiet even for him.

“We are going out, come on, put your shoes on.” Jake did as he said, following him out to the car like a lost puppy. Although he was feeling better and could think of so many sarcastic comments to say this morning, he didn’t feel like fighting it, he was just glad that he wasn’t alone.

Bob turned on the radio as he drove, flicking through the stations until he found one he liked. Jake stared out of the window watching the world go by. The soft sound of a Taylor Swift song played in the background and Jake shut his eyes, you had always loved Taylor Swift and Jake could imagine you now, swaying gently in the kitchen as you prepared dinner. A large smile graced your soft features and your hand rested on your small baby bump. Jake was brought back to his senses when the car rolled to a halt. He squinted at the white house in front of him, potted plants sat on the window ledge and a small glass windchime hung from the porch. It looked just like Jake remembered it.

“Bob, why the hell did you bring me here? She doesn’t want to see me. We broke up, it’s over.”

Bob looked frustrated, “Jake you need to talk to each other, it’s important.”

Jake glared at him, “and why the hell do you think you have anything to do with our relationship, huh? Everyone thinks they need to get involved but they don’t, it’s over and…”

“FOR FUCK SAKE JAKE, JUST LISTEN!” Bob bellowed, his cheeks red and his chest heaving. Bob never got angry with anyone but he had finally gotten to his breaking point and he refused to take Jake’s shit any longer.

“We care about you both, Jake. We all see how unhappy you both are apart and yes I can never even begin to imagine what you both went through, but you need each other now. I can’t keep watching you wallowing in self-pity and drinking yourself into oblivion. Do you know how many nights Nat has sat round here while she comforted her? Nat hasn’t slept at her own apartment in weeks because she didn’t want to leave her alone. We are all here for you both but you have to let us help you, Jake, please.” Jake could feel the tears welling in his eyes, he’d been so swept up in his self-pity that he’d completely forgotten that you had been suffering too, the thought broke his heart and knowing that he had helped cause it hurt him even more. Bob placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft smile. “Just talk to her, Jake. That’s all I’m asking and if it all goes wrong you can stay at mine for as long as you need.” Jake let out a sigh, nodding slowly. “Thanks, Bob. I know I’m a real dick to you sometimes and I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like you're anything less than amazing because you are, you're a great friend and an even greater WSO. I’d be honoured to fly with you if you’re ever in need of a pilot.” Bob beamed with pride at his friend.

“Thanks, Jake.” The two men gave each other a quick hug before Jake pulled away coughing awkwardly. “Well, I best get going.” He got out of the car and slowly made his way up the path to the front door. He knocked gently, feeling his mouth go dry as he stood there in utter panic. What happens if you don’t open the door? More importantly, what will he say if you do?

The door creaked open slowly and you poked your head out. Jake could see the dark circles under your eyes and your tear-stained cheeks. You wore no makeup, your hair greasy and pulled back into a bun and your small frame was still wrapped in your nightdress. Jake thought you’d lost weight, you looked gaunt and your cheekbones were more prominent than before. “Jake?” Your voice sounded hoarse and weak. Jake’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth slowly, praying that something would come out but he just croaked, he cleared his throat and sighed.

“Don’t you want to come in?” You stepped back slightly, opening the room wider and leading Jake inside. He sat down awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, as you slowly made your way around the kitchen to make drinks.

You returned shortly, placing the mugs onto the coffee table and sitting opposite Jake. You both stared at each other. You took on his features, messy hair, sunken eyes, he looked pale and ill, like he hadn’t been looking after himself.

“Baby,” he reached across the table and took your hand lightly, you wanted to fight it but you couldn’t, you didn’t have the strength and deep down you knew you both needed each other. He squeezed your hand lightly and you squeezed it back. “How have you been?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but you knew Jake had heard you. His face contorted as he tried to think of what to say. What should he say, that he’d been living day to day as the ghost of his former self, drowning his sorrows in a bottle?

“Umm, not great,” he spoke slowly and unsure. You nodded. “What about you? Are you ok?”

“Not really.” You weren’t about to lie to him, yes he’d broken your heart and left you when you needed him most but it looks like he didn’t get away scot-free, he was hurting too.

“I’ve missed you.” That’s all you had wanted to say since you saw him on the doorstep. You wanted him back, to help soothe you as you cried at night, to hold you in the safety of his strong arms.

“I missed you too,” Jake’s voice was hoarse and tears glistened in his eyes. You got up from your seat stiffly, holding onto your ribs as you moved. They were still painful and bruised from the accident and your left arm sat neatly in its sling, supporting your broken collar bone. You moved round the coffee table, taking a seat next to Jake. He watched your movements carefully, unsure of what you were doing. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at him, the man who held your heart. Without thinking, Jake leaned forward, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders and pulling you close to his chest carefully, ensuring he didn’t knock your ribs. Embraced in the familiar warmth you felt safe and the floodgates opened, you sobbed into his shirt, not caring that you were letting out gasping breaths as you tried to contain your pain. You’d never considered yourself to be an ugly crier but right now you didn’t care, the pain that had been building up for weeks finally left you. Jake cried too, his chest shaking as he buried his head into your hair. He was never a man that cried, his father had drummed it out of him as a child. But right now he didn’t care, he was finally back with you and it was the best feeling in the world. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair.

You pulled away, looking up into his green eyes, “I’m sorry too, it’s all my…”

“Don’t say it, don’t even think about it. Nothing that happened is your fault.” Jake bought his hand up to cup your cheek. “I love you so much, Darlin’, please don’t ever blame yourself. We will get through this together. I promise.” You sniffed, wiping your nose in your sleeve and nodded.

“Come here,” Jake pulled you close against his chest again and you scrunched your legs up so you were cradled in his lap. The pain in your chest subsided slightly and as you sat there, wrapped up in Jake’s love you finally felt some sense of peace. The road to recovery was going to be a long and painful one, but Jake was there and he wasn’t going to leave.

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[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

04) The Sweetest Hangover

FUCK

Maryse squints at the sunlight coming in from the open window. Rolling over in the bed to grab the bottle of water she always leaves on her nightstands after late nights out, she immediately realizes that she’s not in her own bed.

Maryse's eyes fly open and quickly sits up. She grabs her head with both hands. Her head was pounding, this might be the worst hangover ever.

Gazing around the room, she notices a few plaques on the wall with Jack’s face on it. So she was either at his place in LA or she went home with a guy who was obsessed with the rapper.

Speaking of which she threw the blanket off her and was happy to see that she had clothes on. She was wearing a white shirt that said missionary jack and some blue new balance sweatpants. Yup, definitely at Jack’s place.

Her mouth was as dry as sandpaper. She needed a toothbrush and water, pronto. Maryse sat up and she untangled herself from the bedsheets, and slowly climbed out of bed.

As she walked down the hallway she smelt coffee coming from the kitchen. Walking in, Maryse saw Jack leaning against the counter wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. This man was going to be the death of her.

“Morning.” He told her with a smile upon seeing her before turning back around to turn the coffee maker off. Then walking towards her. He looked too fucking good in those grey sweatpants and messy curls. Maryse knew she must’ve looked run over with her messy curls and last night's makeup. “Do you want something to eat?”

Maryse immediately shook her head. The thought of eating something right now made her physically ill.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, how the hell did I get here?” Maryse then asked him. Last thing she could remember from last night was falling over laughing with Saweetie.

Jack began to laugh a little. “Well funny story, you were supposed to be calling an Uber and ended up calling me instead to pick you up from the bar.”

Maryse's hands flew to cover her face in embarrassment. God why! “Oh my god, Jack I’m so so sorry!”

Jack laughed again, “It’s okay, Maryse. It’s really no problem at all. I am your hero, after all.” He said before giving her a wink.

“Well, thank you. I just hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing.” Lord knows the things that could’ve possibly came out her mouth

There was a slight pause from Jack like he was thinking things over. Maryse would’ve mentioned it if a wave of dizziness didn’t hit her.

“…nothing embarrassing I promise.”

“Good.” Maryse said and rested her head on the counter. “I’m never drinking again” she mumbled.

All she could hear was Jack’s laughter and cabinets opening and closing. Seconds later, she could feel him nudging her in the arm.

“Here, drink some water.” Taking it thankfully, Maryse drowned the water. Shaking her head when he asked if she wanted more.

“Since we were already going to hang out today, how about I quickly get ready and then I can take you back to your Airbnb and then we can go get lunch?” Jack suggested

Maryse lifted her head. “You still want to hang out with me after last night?” She had just made a fool out of herself, again in front of this man.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Jack asked before leaving the room to get ready.

Couple hours later Jack and Maryse were off to West Hollywood to grab some lunch. Jack claimed this cafe was the best cure for her hangover.

“No way, you ordered pineapple pizza in front of me. I don’t think we can hang out anymore!” Maryse said to him jokingly.

“Oh no you’re one of them?!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

They were sitting across from each other, Jack leaned in closer to her. “You’re one of those people who gatekeep what to put on pizza.”

All Maryse could do was scuff at him, and roll her eyes. “You’re literally so white.”

It was Jack’s turn to scuff. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, I felt the need to remind you. But fruit does not belong on pizza! You do know you’re mixing fruit with tomato sauce.”

“It’s healthy for you!” Jack exclaimed

All Maryse could do was simply laugh at his silliness. “Oh please wise one, I’d love to see you explain how it’s healthy.” She said leaning back in her chair, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised.

“Alright fine, pineapple is a good source of vitamin c…”

“Uh huh”

“And according to nutritionists” Maryse quickly cut him off. “Which nutritionist? Name them.”

“Stop interrupting me! Like I was saying, nutritionists say that yellow vegetables or fruits prevent you from getting colon cancer…”

“What a load of nonsense!”

Maryse’s face hurt from laughing so hard, seeing her laugh was making Jack laugh as well. Anyone watching them would’ve thought the two were on a date with the way they leaned into each other as they spoke. As their pizza came and went they stayed tucked away in the corner of the cafe with Maryse eventually moving to sit next to him in the booth. 

“So how many instruments can you actually play?” Jack asked her curiously. 

Maryse started counting on her fingers trying to figure out how many she could play. “Piano, drums, and the guitar; electric, bass, & acoustic.” 

Jack’s eyes widened, shocked that she said that so casually. He was impressed and made sure to tell her so. 

“That’s insane, how did you have the time to learn all of them?” Jack asked. The only instrument he could play was the recorder and he only knew one song which was hot cross buns.

“Remember I told you how my dad taught guitar and that my mom was a music teacher?” Jack nodded and Maryse continued. “I didn’t learn the drums until I was much older but playing guitar is part of who I am. I remember watching my dad teach others how to play and thinking how freaking cool he looked. I wanted to be just like him so I begged him to teach me. The rest is history as they say.”

“Wow, I’m sitting next to a rock star!” Jack exclaimed. 

Maryse laughed at that. “Damn right you are.”

For the first time since they got to the cafe there was a moment of silence. The silence was thankfully comfortable as the two stared into each other's eyes. Maryse was the first to break eye contact when her phone vibrated from a text from her producer and flashed the time. 

Maryse gave him an apologetic smile before reading his text. Apparently they cooked up a fire beat that they needed her to listen to asap. Maryse sighed while reading it, not wanting to end her day with Jack so soon. 

Hearing her sigh, Jack asked what’s wrong. “They just need me at the studio, right now. To be honest, I really don’t want to end our day together.”

Jack was happy to hear that she was having as much fun as he was hanging out with her. “I don’t either, but we’re both going to be in LA for a while working on our albums so I’ll see you soon.” He said as they both stood up to leave the cafe.

As they were walking out to Jack’s car, Maryse noticed a few paparazzi across the street taking photos, she rolled her eyes at the sight. Paying attention to them and not where she was going, Maryse ended up tripping over her own feet just a little. Looking up hoping no one noticed, she looked over and saw Jack holding in his laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Maryse told him with a laugh of her own, before giving him a light shove. Jack could only laugh harder. 

Maryse hopped in as Jack held the door open for her. The pair rode in comfortable silence to the studio. She couldn’t help but look over and watch Jack as he drove. There was something unbelievably sexy about a man driving. The side profile, the look of concentration, driving with one hand…it was almost too much for Maryse. 

From the corner of his eye, Jack could see Maryse watching him with an expression he had never seen on her before. Like she was in awe of him. 

“What?” He questioned. Jack watched as she shook her head a little, and gave him a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

“Oh, Nothing.” Before looking out her window.

Once they arrived at the studio, Jack came around to open the door for Maryse. They both stood in front of each other, trying to find ways to kill time so they didn’t have to leave one another. 

“I guess I should head inside before they start looking for me.” Maryse says with a sad smile. Jack nodded before wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight against his chest. If Maryse could stay in his arms forever she would. The hug lasted longer than it should’ve but they finally pulled away. Jack with a hand still on her arm he said. “I’ll call you later, ok?” There was a slight pause before Jack bent down to her height and placed a kiss on Maryse’s cheek, dangerously close to her mouth. 

Shocked, Maryse tried not to gasp at the spark the simple kiss sent through her. After pulling away, Maryse waved bye and before walking towards the entrance of the studio. She had to get away so she could freak out privately.

Once she got to the door she turned back around, happy to see Jack still there watching her. He was leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets. Maryse gave him another wave which he returned and walked inside. 

Feeling giddy after that kiss, Maryse let out a quiet squeal and skipped a little down the hall not realizing Jack was watching with a smile on his face.

JACKHARLOW

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[octuscle]

Hey support

So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.

I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.

It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?

It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.

You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…

Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.

On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!

Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!

Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.

You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.

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[angelbitezzz]

For the love of god sans give her another shirt (writing under the cut)

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Sans was woken from his sleep by a faint tune straining it's way through the floorboards and the soft clatter of something metal. Having a room directly above the kitchen when he had such an enthusiastic brother was the absolute pits sometimes, he thought as he rolled over on his mattress. Blearily, his eyesockets flickered open to regard his room, pupils sliding along until they landed on the blue jacket he'd left on the floor.

"huh. that's not supposed to be there." He thought to himself, eyesockets shutting again for a long moment before he registered the brown-red stain on the fabric. He sat up as the memories snapped back into his skull, the movement disturbing the little white dog sleeping on the end of the mattress. "oh. sorry, pup. at least one of us should get some more sleep."

He scratched at his backside as he stood, pawing sleepily for the hoodie that he'd left on his chair and tugging it on while he walked, opening the door to his room.

Oh.

"Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather...Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme...And gather it all in a bunch of heather...Then, she'll be a true love of mine..."

That wasn't Papyrus. The unfamiliar song wavered softly through the air as he padded to the landing at the top of the stairs, feet silent. The couch was empty...again. Hell, what was it going to take for that stubborn human to just rest? Did he need to tie her to a bed or something?

huh, actually, scratch that. bad idea.

A little flustered and more than a little frustrated, he descended the stairs. There was a good smell in the air, buttery and rich.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?" Angel was trying to be quiet, but seemed to be in something of a good mood. Her voice grew louder as he moved closer. "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme..."

Sans peeked through the entrance to the kitchen, halting for just a moment to watch. She had one hand in her jean pocket, his borrowed shirt baggy on her torso as she did something at the stove. The blood was still visible, dried now and likely staining the shirt forever. Damn. On the counter next to the stove was a plate piled with what he recognized to be pancakes. They were a darker brown than what he usually saw, but not because they were burnt? He didn't know what she'd done to do that. He stepped forward.

"Remember me to one who lives there..." Angel swayed a little, unaware of the skeleton currently standing just behind her. "She once was a true love of mine."

A heavy hand fell onto her shoulder, making her shriek and nearly jump out of her skin.

"hey there pal. just wanted to remind ya that it's past your bread time."

"SANS!" The human would've been yelling if it weren't for the fact that he'd stolen all of the air from her body. Her hand was clutching her chest. "What the fuck??"

"if you're not vegged out on the couch in the next 2 seconds, i'm gonna go wake up papyrus and let him lecture you."

The human pouted at him and gestured to her current activity, distractedly flipping a pancake.

"Okay, okay...but I'm almost done! Can't I—"

"nope."

"But—"

"no butts in the kitchen. that's unsanitary. what kinda cook are you, anyways?"

Angel deflated a little in disappointment, only for a thought to spark a sudden smile. She turned and grabbed a plate from the counter, then shoved it into his hands. There was a stack of three pancakes, still warm.

"Alright. But here—I already made your portion. And Papyrus's too. I'll just, uh..."

She made a motion like she wasn't sure where to walk, then shut off the stove and flipped the last pancake into the platter on the counter. Sans watched silently as she trudged to the couch and threw herself down on the green fabric like it had personally offended her, but her gaze quickly returned to the kitchen. In her face he could see that she wanted his reaction to her cooking; the eagerness bringing an amused thought of humans being related to dogs and melting his frustration.

Well. Far be it from him to say no to free grub.

He grabbed one—not bothering with a fork—and took a bite. It was warm, thin and crispy with a strong cinnamon taste that wasn't... unpleasant. In fact, it was quite good. He hadn't had anything she'd made before.

"...what's in this?"

"Oh! Well, my mom used to make us cinnamon pancakes when I was a kid. Wanna know the secret?"

"oh yeah? what's that?"

"Cinnamon."

"huh. who'da thunk?"

A pause.

"Is it good enough for me to finish—"

"not a chance."

"Damn it. You can't keep me trapped here, bone boy! I gotta be free!"

"i guess you're right. i mean, it IS a free country, after all. go ahead."

Angel looked at him for a long moment, suspicious of his sudden change in attitude. Slowly, she stood and walked over to the front door, still a little convinced he was going to make her go back to the couch. He watched her go, still chewing his way through his food.

"Okay. I'm leaving. Waaalkin' through the door. Yup."

"see ya."

She opened the door and stepped through, shutting it behind her.

Angel stepped into the house.

"back so soon? i thought you were free."

Confusion bloomed in her face. She looked back at the door and then at Sans.

"Uh. Yeah. Lemme just—"

She tried again.

The door shut behind her as her feet landed on carpet.

"you must really like us if you're not even trying to leave."

She didn't even dignify that with a response. After about 15 tries where she just kept walking back in, she slammed the door shut and properly gave up, huffing her way over to the couch and pulling the blanket over her head.

"well, looks like ya made the right choice after all. hurrah."

His voice sounded right next to the couch, making her peek out from the blankets to find a plate of pancakes being offered by the skeleton. Fresh, judging by the steam rolling slowly off them. Her stomach growled.

"here ya go. shortstack for a shortstack."

"...Thanks."

His left eyelid slid shut in a wink.

"bone appetit, kid."

The pun was enough to make her smile, bringing a foreign warm satisfaction to his ribcage. He chalked it up to getting a proper breakfast after all that nonsense yesterday.

Yeah, definitely that.

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[saps0nap]

a wined dinner - sapnap

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption(wine), male blowjob, fem being eaten out, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking and swearing. minors DNI, please.

this is a small piggyback off a headcanon i wrote just a little ago, but the idea’s been floating around through other works too. this is it’s official post.

You found yourself, like on most nights recently, craving a nap and your comfortable bed you shared with your now husband, Nick.

You’ve been married almost 2 years, but you never let the opportunity fall flat to call him by his new nickname that you love.

You love using it in public, saying: “Oh, no that’s not for me, my husband ordered it.” with a smile, and you see from across you he turns a bright red.

But you sometimes loved it more, realizing the effect is more packed when you say, “Oh my god… we have to stop, my… my husband will be home any minute—” as you grip onto your dress that is pulled up to bunch at your waist while he thrusts into you against the dresser.

“He already is.” he would whisper against your ear before his hands would wrap around to your hips, letting his palms gently rest on your stomach to feel himself inside you.

The thought rushes you back to life, the tingling feeling throbbing at your core as you find yourself taking the exit off the highway and turning down your street a few minutes later.

You were horny, it was so obvious. You just hoped Nick wasn’t working by the time you came in, because you had no idea if getting yourself off upstairs in your shared bed would be enough.

It had been multiple times before, especially if you left the bedroom door open and let your raspiest moans out for him to hear all the way downstairs.

Or even better when you did it on the couch, letting the dildo slip in and out of your wet folds while he was working in the room just over from you.

It always typically worked out either way. You had at least one amazing orgasm alone, knowing the next would be from Sapnap and how he would say, “The hell is wrong with you, you know I can hear you right? Out here, moaning like your fucking The Rock or something. I’m right here. All you need.” as he’d take your legs and pin them up above you and drilled into your soaked pussy.

You did it on purpose.

But now, you were unsure if even your vibrator would fill your need.

You sighed as you grabbed your work bags from the backseat, trudging them up the walkway and slipping your key in the lock.

And it isn’t until you start to walk down the hall into the kitchen when… you notice the smell.

It wasn’t anything familiar, and that oddly made the hair on your neck raise a bit.

Who the fuck is here? You thought. Because it couldn’t be Nick. Poor thing couldn’t cook if his life depended on it. He had once tried to cook a grilled cheese and used just one stick of string cheese and two plain pieces of bread.

And this smell… well, it smelled good. Something you had never smelt before, odd, but so good.

It made your mouth fill with saliva, it was that good. And it was then that you carefully and quietly set your bags down before you slipped your shoes off and took a few more steps down toward the kitchen.

You heard it then too, the music.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

It was your favorite, Jazz.

You only ever listened to it when you were in a good mood, and considering what was going on right now, this definitely wouldn’t be your first choice.

But you warily carried on, and peeked your head around the corner only to see Nick in your apron with his back turned to you.

Dancing at the stove and swaying his hips a little.

He was dancing, in your apron.

He was cooking?!

You fully stepped into the room now, keeping your arrival hidden and just watched him.

It was kind of hot actually, seeing him in that paired with a white T-shirt that hugged at his arms and black sweat shorts—which perfectly showed off his perfect round butt by the way—, standing at the stove and humming the familiar chords of the jazz song to himself.

You saw him stop and pause, leaning over to his left to read off of something. A fucking cook book.

Who the hell was this man?

Nick added something that looked like chicken broth maybe? or a bouillon or something? You weren’t sure.

After all, you too weren’t all that familiar with cooking. It’s just that one of you had to know how to keep each other alive.

God, that sandwich.

It was so bad, and the cheese didn’t even melt all the way. But you smiled anyway and told him it was ‘different’ than any other grilled cheese you’d had before.

He was smiling so big and he was leaning over the counter at you like a child watching their parent look at a school project, wishing for approval and praise.

But now, he didn’t look like that anymore when he finally turned and saw you standing there.

He let out a yelp and staggered back a little, spilling a bit of the mystery liquid on himself.

“Oh! I didn’t even hear you come in. Hi.” he was beaming when he set the cup down, wiped his hands on your apron and hugged you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

“I missed you. I’m glad you’re home.” Nick said, turning his face in toward your neck and leaving a kiss there before pulling apart from you.

“I… missed you too. What, are you doing?” you asked, looking away from him and pointing toward the mess that was your kitchen counters.

He looked a little embarrassed now, his hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing at the spot there, like he always did.

It was your favorite spot on him now that your thinking of it. Where you always rest your hand on the tiny mole that’s perfectly tucked just below the collar of tops.

You always find yourself reaching for it at the oddest of times, like it’s a comfort to you.

You hand always reaches there, your fingers brushing under the surface until you find it. And then you start to scratch.

Your nail always tries to remove it, and when you do Sapnap shrugs away from you. Sometimes more harshly than others.

“Stop that.” he says in a hushed tone.

Sometimes, when he can’t move far away enough to get out of your grasp, he swats a hand at your arm to snap you out of it.

And it always makes you stifle a laugh.

“I um… I decided, since we’ve both been working so much the past few weeks, and haven’t really had a lot of time to hang out so… Dinner!” and he held his hands out at his sides to emphasize his sentence.

Oh, dear.

“It smells… wonderful? You’re following a recipe?” you ask before your eyes drift up to his unruly pile of hair on top of his head, that for once wasn’t being smothered in a cap.

You loved the way his hair looked outside of the hat he always wore, and usually because it was early in the morning and messy as hell, right out of the shower where the soft curls fell in front of his face, or the feel of it in your hands while his head is in between your legs and you cum all over his mouth.

It also helped that it automatically made him 100 times hotter with it wild, which wasn’t as often as you’d like.

“Yeah. I’ve been looking online. I wanted to surprise you.” he says with a sly smile, and just as you feel his arms snake around your waist, he’s drawing your hips in flush to meet his.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, and you honestly want to say no.

Because you would much rather him fill you up than any other meal right now.

“Starving.” you stay instead, and you feel his lips on yours before a smile breaks across his and he murmurs “Good.”

After he finally releases you, you find your way to the fridge and draw yourself a small, appetizer sized glass of red wine and plant yourself on the counter ready to watch your new-found chef cook.

You turn to face his back now, seeing as he’s reaching for a spice in the cupboard to his right, which causes his white shirt to hike up and reveal his waist. What a slutty thing.

You watch as he stirs what in fact isn’t broth, but condensed milk into a casserole pan, then adds rice, chicken, and parsley on top before covering it with foil and sticking it in the oven.

You quickly come to the conclusion that you have never been hornier than you are right now, and following that, you have never wanted to have Nick’s —your husbands— cock shoved down your throat more after seeing him in such a surprisingly natural light.

You hadn’t realized until now how sweet the sentiment was— that he knew you guys didn’t get to spend as much time as you used to (which was true since you had to work longer shifts and he was doing practically the same) and he wanted to spend time with you… enough to learn how to cook a nice meal.

It touched your heart, knowing how much he cared, and how much he looks forward to you coming home, coming back to him.

You do too, seeing him is like an electric charge, and you can never ever get enough of him. It’s kind of gross, how much you love each other.

Which is why when he is finally done, with the dish in the oven, and his hands freshly washed, he lets his hands linger slowly up your thighs, looking you in the eye the entire time.

And it feels like forever. You feel his hands burning through you, melting away your skin. It feels exhilarating, not knowing his next move, never knowing his next move.

But a part of you does know, because it feels like you go on auto pilot the second his hands graze up your hips and find their way to your cheeks. Nick kisses you like your the sun, like he’s just a star in your orbit.

He reels you into him, his right hand —like always— scraping gently at the back of your neck and letting his fingers tangle the hair there and letting the rest raise beyond your silent resistance.

You know his patterns, but yet every single time, you always forget them until they’re right about to happen. And you love every second of it.

Nick breathes, and it’s like he’s taking all of the air out of your lungs. You let him. On every exhale, he takes it from you with his inhale, and nearly pass back and forth the same air until your hands rest on his shoulders and curl around his neck to connect your lips again.

He moans.

He fucking moans. Not even like a half groan type of moan. He fully made the O shape with his mouth and everything. And oh my god, now you know this is the horniest you’ve ever been. Sure you’ve heard him be vocal before, but you have never out-right heard him moan like that. And it sends a pulse right down to the very core of you.

“Oh my god,” you murmur against his lips, letting the gloss pass again before taking one of yours and pulling it between your teeth.

“I want to give you head. Jesus, let me.” You say it without realization, as if he would say no.

But right now, you honestly felt like maybe he should, because he is always allowing you pleasure, and you kind of wish he wouldn’t this one time.

“Please.” And you fully rest your forehead on his, still entirely out of breath from all that he took from you.

He doesn’t say a word, he just slowly lets his hands fall away from your neck, making every nerve that rests on your skin catch on fire with his fingertips alone.

He backs up against the opposing countertop, his hands finding the lip of it and letting them sink into it, almost gripping even.

You slide off the island, and almost like a magnet your skirt-covered-knees meet the hardwood floor with a soft thud.

You inch closer, and tug at his shorts like your starving and this, this dick, is the only thing that will fill your needs.

His boxers slide down to his ankles as well, causing his cock to fall as it pleases and ready for your mouth.

You wet a hand, and gently pump him, rubbing so painfully slow that he fucking whimpers.

“Y/n,” Nicks hands come up to feel around for your hair, as if he’s looking for you in the dark, as if he’s trying to ground himself with the feel of you.

You let his hands gently tangle in your hair until he starts to massage your scalp and force your head to tip back on its own accord, letting his dick pop out from the suction of your lips.

You find his eyes and let them bore into yours, seeing him dip closer and plant a sloppier kiss on your lips. His tongue begs for entrance, but you simply pick up your pace now holding his balls with your other hand.

This causes a low groan to slip from his lips into your mouth, and a sudden smile reaches your face with amusement.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against you, tugging a fistful of your hair at the root.

You connect your lips again, then break away only to take his full cock in your mouth.

Not just once, three times.

Sapnap’s head reels back, and he lets out an ungodly groan of approval and pleasure, making your pussy throb with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he says, and grips your hair until your lips touch the low end of his stomach and his dick is pressing the back of your throat.

You gag and pull you head back, only to let the bead of spit drip down his veins and take him again.

Moaning against his length, you take a tentative hand from his balls and let it run down to the front of your clit.

Your begging for a release, and you want it now.

“Shit—” Nicks breath hitches as you bob your head up and down, your tongue grazing the tip of his dick just right with every quick pump.

You fumble with your skirt until you finally hike it up enough to feel the wetness that has completely soaked the entire front of your panties.

Your fingers moved the fabric to the side frantically, and when you found the sweet spot of your clit, you rubbed in sync with the wet sounds of your hand meeting base of your husband’s cock.

“Fuck, Y/n…” it was almost a plea, the way it cracked and broke off before his breathing became more erratic then stopped completely.

“Oh… Oh, fuck!” and he hunched forward, his eyes snapping shut before you had a change to place your lips around him and his cum landed all over your face.

You pumped quicker and quicker, letting his cum fuel your rapid motions until his groaning fell apart and his legs stopped straining.

You didn’t come.

It didn’t stop you from trying though, because you switched hands now and let your legs spread as far as they could within reason and held your skirt to your hips, rubbing back and forth with quick succession.

It was right, the sweet spot, and you felt yourself almost, almost reach your peak… if you just stayed right there and didn’t fall short.

But of course you did, because Nick’s hands were placed firm on your cheeks and he kissed you with all the love he had ever grown, throwing it down your spine and letting it rest there. Unable to find a way out. Yet.

“Let me,” he rasped, and you felt his voice shake inside you with a hot thrill.

“Please.” his voice was softer now, almost like a pout, and you couldn’t even stop yourself as you nodded, kissing him harder and moaning right into his mouth.

He stood you up now.

You let him.

You couldn’t fucking help yourself from sliding your hands up into his hair and giving it an unforgiving tug, jerking his face away from yours only to see a smirk plastered hard on his lips and the small slits of his doe-eyes.

Fuck.

A throaty sound came from him, and it filled you with a rage you didn’t know you had.

One that could only be tamed with his lips on your clit, like it was the key to solve all your wet problems.

Sapnap knew what to do, obviously— or he knew what he wanted to do, and knew his reward would be your heaven— and hoisted you up onto the countertop with a small shriek passing through your lips before he pushed you flat against the granite and took you as his.

Nicks fingers dipped into his mouth, coating them fully with the spit they didn’t need, and slowly pulled them out between his full pink lips.

You bit yours to stop your orgasm from jumping the gun.

He made a little moaning sound, just to tick you off, knowing how much you wanted to take him right here, knowing how fucking impatient you always were.

But just as you leveled your hands on the counter to sit up, his two wet fingers found your folds and disappeared within them, coming back out just seconds later fully drenched.

He drew in a breath, letting it fall off then returning; quicker this time.

You let out a moany-breath of pleasure, feeling the perfect place he was starting to hit.

“Mmm,” you exhaled, curling your palms against the cold, flat surface.

Nick knew what to do next, what he always loved doing, and attached his lips to your clit, just barely grazing it with his teeth to make your hips buck and send a jolt of electricity threw you.

He introduced his tongue now, slowly making loose circles around the sensitive nub before engulfing it entirely.

His fingers continue to pump almost through you with his pace, and it caused you to stop breathing and let your mouth hang open as he mouth fucked you against your $4,000 countertops.

Your nails attacked your thighs, scratching them red as to ground yourself while your husband destroyed you.

“Oh, fuck.” you moaned, now finally getting the voice back inside your body and clawing away at yourself.

You didn’t even care. All you knew was that he was fucking you senseless with his tongue and you were unraveling before him just like always.

“Jesus, oh— Mmm, just… like, that.” you were a fucking mess, a breathy, hot, squirmy mess.

Sapnap knew that of course, which was why he was coming close to actually coming while his tongue swiped his wife’s clit vigorously.

He smiled against it momentarily, catching his breath and repositioning before he finally finished the job.

“My, god Nick. Fuck me. Just fucking fuck me.” you finally drew out. Your hands roamed for his hair again and took a fistful with no room for remorse and yanked it against your clit, suffocating him.

This only made you come faster, your begs being silenced with his quick pumping and even quicker tongue movements.

You let out a roaring moan before stopping short completely, and falling over the edge of your first climax all over Sapnap’s face.

He enjoyed this of course, and he didn’t stop as he felt the hot liquid pump out of you and onto his fingers.

He didn’t stop.

And you had to pull his face away for not only him, but for you to breath again.

This didn’t seem to faze him at all, because just a few moments later his hands came up to yours and removed them from his hair gently.

“I love the way you feel around me,” he murmured before gripping onto your hips and drawing you close to him.

Sapnap spun you around slowly, then with his cum-coated hand, he drew it around your neck and into your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

His other, which was working against you, lifted the blouse you wore from its tucked position in your skirt and over your head.

He eventually did the same with your bra, i clipping it from the back with one hand, then layed you back down on the granite.

It was an icy feeling against your perked up nipples, but it only made you burn hotter.

There was a moment of stalling.

Then a hand came in contact with your right ass cheek, followed by a low quiet grumble.

He did it again, and that time, you felt it run through you.

You begged for more with a moan that melted the air around you and caused Nick to pull them apart and run a hand between before slapping it once again.

You fished for a landing spot, and finding it on the lip of the counter where your hands held on tightly, stifling another moan.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

This left you with one last punch, both of Sapnap’s hands coming in contact with your ass and leaving you stunned.

He soon fulfilled your wish when he bent down to meet your entrance and slid into you once more, now fuller and deeper.

Your mouth flung open against your non-existent will and he gripped onto your raw and red ass before drilling into you again.

“My… fuck,” he fumbled, and his firey hands snaked their way across your back and onto the front of your stomach, lifting you up to stand with him.

They traveled to meet your nipples, where they were pinched and pulled until another wave of breathy moans erupted out of you.

“Oh my god,” he said.

The sound of your ass hitting his dick was one of your favorites, besides the one he was about to make when you forced him to take two steps back and let him rest on the opposing granite countertop to take over.

“Oh.” was all he could make out before your hands found a still surface to help you better bounce on his cock.

Sapnap groaned in submission, letting the feeling of your pussy rub against the tip of his dick and make it pulse with a clear purpose.

He was gonna cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said verbatim and gripped your hips for a second time, taking control and pounding into your dripping pussy like it was his god damn job.

Your throat opened up and now, your walls clench around him causing you to pull your hands up and find the back of his neck.

You came around his filling dick the same time you left him fill you.

His groans echoed around the room, and caused you to become still fully aware of what just took place.

You opened your eyes and had to blink back the sudden water that formed in them from seeing the bright kitchen.

Sapnap breathed against the side of your face before kissing it once, then twice, and slowly pulling out of you and turning you around to plant one final kiss on your lips.

“You wreck me,” you say softly, and your not even sure he heard you at first.

Until he says “I know.”

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