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princessoflalaland · 24 days

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I kid u fucking not, im genuinely tweaking thinking about the jjk men, specifically nanami and toji. the complete polarity between them drives me insane.

nanami would treat you like a complete and utter queen. craving something only available across town? he's already in the car the seconds the words leave your pretty little lips. period causing your day to be less than perfect? heat pads, comfort foods, blankets, candy- anything you need will be at your disposable. he's a good listener, affectionate, doting, understanding, mature, he is a MAN.

and do not let him know about your sexual needs. mans will (responsibly) drop whatever he's doing to come satisfy you. put that pussy on his nose, let his tongue trace the insides of your tight, gummy walls, he loves it more than you do. let him drill into that pussy until you're both on the brink of passing out with you mewling his name, how good he is, how deep he gets, how much you love his dick, he loves it wayyyy more than you do. ride him to your heart's content, sloppy licking and kissing into his mouth because you know why: he loves it more than you do. he'll make love to you every night if you'll let him, and I have an inclination you would. I mean, who'd wanna miss out on the sweet vulgarities he'd purr in your ear while he rearranges your guts?

"my pretty girl, takin' me so well." he'd huff into your ear. your legs splayed out near your torso as he has you in your all time favorite position: the wonderful mating press. "ah, God," nanami hissed, face pinching with overwhelming pleasure. "you're squeezing me, baby..gonna make me cum.." he'd lift his head where it was tucked away in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, staring into your very soul with a dangerous mix of adoration and hunger. "want me to cum inside you, love? pump this pretty pussy f-full of my cum?"

You became his world and whatever his woman wants, she gets, no questions, no debate.

Toji, ohhhhhhhhhh TOji toji toji. He's my guilty pleausre, I swear to you. I've committed my heart, soul, and body, to nanami, I've claimed him as my jjk husband, BUT toji truly is my forbidden fruit. I have to fight actual demons not to imagine him pounding into me from behind, the side, upside down, up into me- in any way shape and form simply because feel like im being disloyal to Nanami :(

(mind you these are fictional men created by a Japanese sadist name Akutami Gege, I need to be committed to a mental institution at this rate)

AHEM, anyway, Toji is a blunt lover, and here's what I mean: (in my head) he may not be the best at communication or very good with his feelings, but he'll do his damndest to be upfront with you. he'll try his best to do what he thinks is best for y'alls relationship and with your help, he gets better at voicing how he feels. idgaf what you gotta say, he. will. spoil. you. yes, keeping money isn't something he's always been good at, BUT that all changed when he got with you. Mans made an entire savings account just for you. his money is your money basically; whatever you want is yours, no questions asked. he'd be your ride or die. no one gets to you without getting through that sexy, delicious, mountain of a man. he'll damned if he lets anyone even think about disrespecting his lady. he'll gladly rearrange their face, maybe even end their bloodline, if they're dumb enough to try. toji is...idk the hood nigga of jjk if u ask me, and if you think really hard, that's headcanon enough.

its one of the undisputed facts of the world that toji has that dawg in him. he will, happily, gladly, proudly, rearrange your insides, then give them a fresh paint job with his cum. he'd talk that nasty shit in your ear too while he's pounding you from behind.

"ohh, this pussy so good f'me, ma. so wet, so fuckin' tight....g'nna fuck 'er nice 'n good, maybe leave a baby in 'er too.” he'd growl, his tip bullying your g-spot at a punishing pace. "you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" he'd pull you back by your hair, keeping your back flush against his broad chest while his rough hand traveled down your navel so his thick fingers could torture your clit. "want a baby fucked into yer tight, nasty pussy. ohh im gonna fill you up baby. fill this perfect, fuckin' pussy..."

the forbidden fruit is toji fushiguro, you cannot change my mind.

this was mindless nanami and toji drabble because I need them, istg im tweaking bc maybe they aren’t so different…

#exploringlalalandꨄ︎#this was very self indulgent #might need to find my nearest psych ward after posting this #is it bad I want both of them at the same time?#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagine #jjk nanami #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x black reader #anime smut #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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a force to be reckoned with

summary: eren gets to have his revenge and he is a force to be reckoned with. read the first part here . warnings: 18+ minors dni, whole lot of cursing and swearing, somnophilia, slight dacryphilia (but really only if you squint), hate fucking (although they're in love i swear), unprotected vaginal sex and also some playing with readers butthole (does this even have to be in the warning idk anymore), also once again kind of a toxic relationship word count: around 1.3k A/N: due to all the love i received on the last part i just had to write another one. thank you once again and i hope you enjoy!

eren wouldn't talk to you following the hallway-incident. even going as far as making your favorite food and not offering you any - such a whiny bitch, you'd think to yourself before ordering some pizza and enjoying it in your prettiest lingerie - a set of deep red lace. two knew how to play this game.

being honest with yourself, you'd have hoped for a more exciting punishment than whatever shit he was pulling off right now, behaving like a child who wasn't allowed ice cream before dinner.

he'd even go as far as to not bid you a good-night, disappearing into the bedroom and turning off the lights in the hallway. you'd let him sulk for an hour before slipping in between the sheets, the soft cotton gracing your thighs.

you'd be thankful for the kind of relationship you two shared. a little chuckle escaping your lips at the thought of it, how could anyone call this a healthy relationship?

still, all you'd ever need was the knowledge of erens unwavering love for you - and you were so sure of it, even with him behaving like a brat.

his breath was going at a steady pace, telling you he seriously went to sleep. you'd think about kissing his temple (or maybe slapping his pretty face awake and create a whole new scene) but ultimately deciding against it. the torture you put him through in the afternoon had to be enough for one day.

with a little smile on your lips, you'd follow him into a deep sleep.

and awake to two fingers forcefully pushing inside you, slick with erens spit. a gasp escaping your lips, you'd open your eyes and see erens silhouette cowering over you, one hand buried deep between your legs, the other by your side, balancing himself. the lights of the street lamps letting in just enough so you could make him out in front of you, his eyes seeming darker than usual.

he'd look fucking feral, like an animal ready to devour his prey. oh shit, you'd think, here it comes.

"awake already?" his raspy voice cutting through the silence of the night, "i was hoping for my dick to be buried deep inside your pussy before i'd have to deal with your squirming."

bringing his thumb to your clit and flicking against it, you'd buck your hips involuntarily, beckoning for him to keep rubbing against it. you'd feel yourself getting wet by just the thought of what he was about to do to you.

"you'd like this, don't you?" he'd say, bringing his hand to your thigh and holding you in place "behaving like a fucking bitch and then get what you want anyway?"

his following laugh let the hair on your neck stand up, making you aware of just how pissed he actually was. you were in for a very wild ride.

you'd try to steady your breath, to not give him the satisfaction of you begging him for his dick - another finger, something, anything more - placing a sly smile on your lips. "something tells me i'll get it anyway," hoping to sound more convincing, you'd add a playful laugh.

he'd see right through you, though, letting his fingers slip out of you and grabbing your thighs, pushing your legs up against your chest, "just wait."

no time to prepare yourself, he'd take his throbbing dick in hand and start pushing its head against your wet entrance, struggling to fit. "see, if only you'd have been asleep a bit longer - " his dark voice breaking at the moment he'd bottom out, "i would've had enough time to stretch your pretty pussy out a little more."

there'd be no air left in your lungs, the feeling of his cock splitting you open an all-consuming sensation robbing you from any clear strain of thought. he'd have you right where he was meaning to - trapped under his weight and unable to move away from him.

most times he'd give you enough time to adjust to his size, getting slick enough to take him without struggle. but not this time and you knew exactly why, feral lust creeping up in your tummy at the thought.

his hands moving up your sides - being a stark contrast to his hard thrusts - caressing your soft skin until coming to a stop at your cheeks, thumb stroking away a tear you didn't even know was there.

you'd open your mouth but the only thing leaving your throat being nothing else but a broken moan, causing eren to let out another breathy chuckle, "not that bratty anymore, are we?"

"such a pretty cunt indeed." - his eyes locking in with yours, pupils so far dilated he'd look like a cat at night, he'd keep on pounding you. moving one hand down to cup your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple, sending electricity through your body with every one of his movements. his dick twitching against your soft walls, now gliding in and out easily.

you'd finally gather up enough composure to lift your hand from where it was resting on his shoulder - moving it to his hair and once again grabbing a fistful of it, pulling his head to the side. "still got.. what i want," the words leaving your mouth shakily, his pacing would stutter.

"yeah, i guess so," he'd laugh, more lighthearted than you'd expect given the situation. bowing down, he'd pepper a soft kiss against your forehead "you're taking me so well, y/n, just like you were meant to be."

leaning back, he'd let your legs slip down so you could wrap them around the small of his back. eren would move even closer, sliding his arms around your upper body and embracing you in a tight hug.

you'd swear your heartbeats were syncing up, the feeling of his chest pushed flush against you, his panting in your ear being everything you'd ever need in your life.

your hands racing his back, you'd feel the warmth in your abdomen grow unbearably hot with each of his thrusts.

"fuck, you're so perfect, sososo fucking perfect," his speech starting to slur as his motions were becoming ragged, bucking into you, his hands wandering down to your ass and grabbing your cheeks tightly. gathering up your juices with his fingers, smearing them everywhere.

he'd always get this messy and you'd love it, especially when his thumb would start stroking your opening, playfully rubbing at it, sending shocks through your body.

you'd shiver even though you'd be so hot with him on top, your toes curling "'m close," being all that could leave your lips.

"it's alright baby," he'd say, pressing a kiss on your collarbone, "you can cum for me."

this would be enough to send you over the edge, the heat crashing down on you, leaving you a buckling mess underneath him, tingling with sensation.

"so beautiful when you cum on my cock," erens pace starting up again, "all because of my cock deep inside of you-"

"yes, love," your hands finding his hair again, his oh so marvelous hair, running your fingers through it, "and because you allowed me to."

with that, he'd come undone - moaning your name in a hazy slur, over and over again while pumping his hot, white seed into you.

you'd carry him through it, bring his head down and pepper him in kisses until he'd slump over you. his breath would be as shaky as yours while the two of you were riding out the aftershocks together.

you couldn't tell if seconds or minutes had passed, already drifting into a deep sleep when you hear his voice:

"i love you, you know that, don't you?"

and you'd laugh "of course i do, shithead. and i love you too."

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heavyns · 4 years

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addiction.

smut ; kuroo x f!reader

warnings: yandere tones and behaviour, dubcon/noncon, size kink kinda, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, corruption kink, a mix of praise kink and degradation kink, lots of vulgar language, whatever the fuck horny 2 am me thought was dirty talk

important note : okay this is nasty and in no way should be condoned in real life. THIS IS NOT LOVE. consent is important and even if someone does consent, if theyre under the influence of alcohol, drugs, etc. that still does not count as consent.

anyways again, this is super self indulgent but some of you all might enjoy it so i'll leave this here. i might write a part 2 wherein the s/o is actually not under the influence of anything and kuroo's manipulative and possessive self really jumps out but idk

kuroo was someone who didn't get drunk easily, didn't get hooked on things easily. but when it came to you, he was addicted. obsessed. he knows its not healthy and his actions would be deemed disgusting but he couldn't help it. not when his sweet little kitten was always so much more compliant this way. you had enjoyed it anyways.

he remembers the first time he's done this. you were so eager to please him. even when it was your first time, you took his cock so so well. and he remembers the time after that, and then the next and the next. it's been a few months since he started doing this but each time he does, you still think it's your first.

well he was partly to blame for it of course. you'd already be drinking yourself into a blackout drunk stupor at a party and he'd add a drug to the last drink he'd let you take, causing your hormones to act up and make you feel like a bitch in heat. it also makes you conveniently forget everything when you wake up.

you both had gone out to get some air, the red cup you were holding already empty of its spiked contents. a small smirk plays on his face seeing you fidget with the outfit you donned for the party.

"kitten are you feeling alright?" you turn to him and start giggling.

"never better!" you singsonged as you step closer to him and flashed him the same dazzling smile he's hooked on.

with the close proximity you had put yourself in, he can already see your half-lidded eyes blown out and your chest heaving labored breaths. your gaze flashes down to his lips and in a second, you gave him a peck. and then another. and another. until it melted into something more heated.

you didn't even try to fight for dominance as you submitted yourself to him. god, how can someone taste just so addicting? he's already feeling a semi grow the moment small mewls and moans come spilling out of your lips. the kiss breaks off as soon as he starts feeling your nails dig into his arm, signaling that you need to breathe.

"you've had too much to drink, how about we head home already?" he whispered to your ear, sending chills down. you only absentmindedly nodded at kuroo and proceeded to let him lead you. it was so endearing how much you trusted him. you didn't even question why he was bringing you over to his place instead of yours, already used to waking up on his bed with legs slightly sore but a smile and thanks as kuroo supposedly kept you safe.

you really had trusted him too much. it makes him want to just lock you up, keep you hidden from the rest of the world. it's so so tempting in all honesty, especially as he could be the only one to taint you. no, he should be the only one who can corrupt you. he is and will be the only one who stains your purity.

and he'll make sure of that.

who else can make your body elicit such reactions from just foreplay, if not him? who else can make your mind blank with thoughts of only him and pleasure? who else can make pure, delicate and oh-so-innocent you moan and say such sinful words?

it was addicting. being able to taint you over and over again. it's so cute how each time he does this, the look you give when you first see his cock is always the same, a mix of awe, anticipation and maybe even horror. he knows you were wondering if he can even fit but he already knew the answer.

a small plea leaves your mouth as he rubs his tip against your heat, collecting slick as he goes back and forth from your entrance. he chuckles as he can already see your mind go into overdrive from the teasing.

"please what kitten? i can't hear you."

"put... put it in, please, tetsuro."

"it? be more specific. and besides isn't this your first time, we should take it slow." he whispers to your ear in response. you let out a small hitch as at this point, he had aligned his cock right at your entrance already. he gave your thigh a squeeze as he watches your body squirm, eyes saying he won't let up until you say what he wants you to say.

"your cock! please! i'm begging you i'm ready just pleasepleaseplease-" you trail off as he lets the tip in, your body already welcoming it greedily. he watches your expression twist into that of pain, pleasure, confusion, and lust.

"your wish is my command, my love."

kuroo lets out a hiss as he pushes more of his length in, your walls already squeezing against him. it amazes him, how tight you still are. his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as the sensation of him filling you to the brim was too much.

"t-tetsu- oh my god. pull.. pull out please you can't-" tears start forming as your former thoughts of you being able to take all of him dissipated. he quickly starts kissing you with fervor, swallowing your cries as he continues his actions, stretching you out entirely.

this was definitely one of his favorite parts from this regimen. the sight of you under him looking so small, tears streaming down your pretty face with his cock balls deep in you. if he could snap a photo to preserve this moment, he would. but he settles to commiting it to memory instead. its not like he needs a photo when he's seen you make this same face each time he makes love to you.

but soon enough, he can feel you tightening around him, confusion further settling in your face even more as the pain slowly fades into something else.

"see kitten, it's fine. you can take me. your body is all ready, adjusted to my cock so quick. like it was made to be fucked by me." his hips start thrusting into you, setting a slow and dragging pace at first. making sure you feel every vein, every inch of his cock.

"look at you, already making such a slutty face just from this pace? first time taking a dick but your pussy is so fucking eager, sucking me right back in." you could only moan from the dirty words that come tumbling from your boyfriend's mouth, hips starting to buck up into him, wanting to feel more.

he tutted and pulled out, a whine escaping you instantaneously. with little to no effort, he flipped your body over on your knees, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling your back to an arc. his length already probing back at your entrance and without warning, slamming back inside you with full force. a rough pace replacing the sensual one from before.

"i was taking it slow since this is your supposed first time, but you're such a whore aren't you? you really want to get fucked that badly? you really want to feel just how ruined you can get?" he asked but your mind couldn't form anything comprehensive from the way he was treating you. only your moans, his low groans and grunts and the lewd sound of skin slapping can be heard.

ah, how much he had loved this part as well. every single time he starts out slow, fully knowing just how needy you'd be from the aphrodisiac and foreplay, you'd always start begging to be fucked into oblivion. and who was he to deny the desires of his goddess?

he starts leaving open-mouth kisses to your body, careful not to leave any marks because as much as he wants to, he didn't want you to find out what happened the next morning. one hand trails up to play with your breasts and give your neglected nipple the much needed attention it wants. the other hand slithers down from your hips to your clit, causing a sharp inhale from you.

"fuck, you take me so well. even on your actual first time with me back then, you've done such a good job too. and still so tight- ah- i can't count how many times i've fucked you raw like this." his words were barely registering in your head as you start to feel lightheaded from the overdrive of pleasure and lust he's put you in.

"you forgot, but your body clearly didn't. you're so fucking wet, you're dripping onto my bedsheets. did you really miss my cock that much? you missed it didn't you? tell me how much you missed it." he prods as his hand comes back to your hips and helps you meet him halfway into the thrusts.

"i- ah fuck- missed you and your cock so so so much tetsu it feels so- oh! - good to have it in me again!"

"tell me how much you want it- no- need it, kitten."

"you t-taste so good- oh god! - i don't know how i lived without your cock before. it's so- ah! - thankyouthankyouthankyou!" you exclaimed as he pressed his chest flush against your back and brings his lips close to your ear.

"such a whore i've turned you into. you were such a good girl too, pure like white, just waiting for me to taint and stain. and now you're a cock-loving slut. all for me. my cock-loving slut. my perfect little kitten. my goddess to corrupt."

he starts leaving kisses all over your cheek until you turn your head and meet his lips with heat, saliva dribbling down the corner of your mouth as your hands travels up. one to entangle in his hai and the other to start playing with your nipple. you can feel it, the twisting and tightening of something like a knot in you.

then you start seeing stars, as kuroo hits a certain spot in you. a whole new wave of pleasure crashing into you as he keeps hitting the same spot repeatedly. and soon enough, his name starts tumbling out of your mouth like a mantra, a prayer. and the knot snapped.

he lets out a curse as you trap him in a vice-like grip, stars dancing your vision as you moan out his name. your body goes limp and leans onto kuroo's for support as he holds you up, hips still bucking into you.

"tetsuro- a-ah! - it hurts! fuck p-please no more i'm-" you protest as the overstimulation kicks in.

"it's okay kitten. you'll be okay. just one more, you can take one more. you'll be a good girl right? for me?"

he chooses to ignore your pleas and opted to leave kisses on your neck as tears start to wellin your eyes from the pain, mind screaming that enough. but he knows you'll be enjoying yourself soon, you always did.

and soon enough, you feel yourself melt back into his ministrations and submit into the lust, a high derived from the pain and pleasure nearing. he can feel himself reaching his high as well, the pace becoming erratic. then it became too much, your back arcing and your vision nearly going white as you drawl out his name, your walls clenching around him, and he couldn't pull out in time.

"ah! ah shit- fuck kitten! shitshitshit-" he cursed as his hips sputter into you, hands gripping hard on your hips, pulling your body closer into him. you were too good to him, milking his cock dry streak after streak. he hasn't cummed this hard for a long time, and he was sure every inch of your womb was painted with his seed. but as much as he loves the feeling of filling you up, he doesn't know if you're on the pill.

once the orgasms died down, he pulled out, a thick, heavy flow of his cum leaking out. and fuck, kuroo would be lying if the sight of your fucked out body under him bathing in the afterglow as his seed pours out of you didn't make his dick twitch.

rolling your body over right side up, he bends down and starts leaving a trail of kisses from your lips down to your abdominal area, eliciting small whines and mewls from you.

giving one last kiss atop your womb, he meets your eyes with a loving gaze. well, he supposes you getting pregnant from this isn't so bad.

he just has to make sure you remember your next time.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere kuroo #yandere haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #i still don't know how to tag #my writings

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elijahlittle · 3 years

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WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER (Bertolt Hoover/Reader)

TITLE: WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT LATER PAIRING: bertolt hoover/reader, light choking(?) TAGS: semi-public sex, female-bodied reader TRIGGER WARNINGS?: kind of mean and unhealthy y/n interactions (very light) w baby bertolt but on god it's part of the plot, very slight dubcon? idk if it can be interpreted that way but it's tagged for safety AU: idk modern au b/c i fuck hard with those DECSRIPTION: yes i believe in bottom bertolt supremacy but one of my friends gave me this idea like okay hear me out, y/n has been straight up blue-balling her boyfriend for quite some time, and it's getting frustrating, so he swallows his nervousness and, per suggestion of his good friend eren, decides to make even in the middle of the movie theater. by the way i am TIRED of everyone having eren hating on bertolt they would be GOOD FRIENDS in a modern au. WORD COUNT: 2,233

"Hey, Eren . . . I have a question" Bertolt looked like he was going to crawl out of his skin as he sat on the opposite end of the couch in the basement, his hands resting on his knees as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Shoot" Said Eren Yeager, pulling his hair back into a messy bun - his fingers expertly tying a small scrunchie into his hair. Jean had teased him about using scrunchies relentlessly - but Eren would die on the hill that using them was better for your hair; the last thing he wanted was for his hair to fall out.

"I, uh . . ." Bertolt's face was turning red, his nose scrunched as he stared at his knees, trying to figure out how to breach the subject. "So you know that y/n and I have been . . . you know, dating for quite some time . . ."

"Yeah . . .?" Eren drawled lazily, leaning his elbows on his knees as he played lazily on his phone, his thumbs typing away. For the most part, he seemed uninterested. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well, you know with dating comes . . . s-" Bertolt paused, now pressing his knuckles together tightly.

"Sex?"

"Yeah, that"

"Well, we've been having it a lot lately . . ."

"Are you just sitting me down to brag about your sex life . . .?" Eren inquired, raising an eyebrow - not that Eren was one to judge as he was often guilty of spilling his guts about his sexual escapades. But with Bertolt? . . . Well, it felt weird and out of place.

"N-No!" was Bertolt's immediately response. "It's not that. It's just lately, well . . ."

"Lately what? Spit it out. I don't have all day." Eren responded, looking down at his phone that was currently blowing up. He had a date coming up soon and he was relatively excited for it.

"Well . . . usually, y/n is, you know, on top . . . you know, more assertive -"

"I mean you didn't have to tell me that" Eren interrupted, "We all knew that -"

"- anyways" Bertolt's face was turning hot at the comment. He didn't have the time to really address Eren's comment. "I like it! I do! But lately, I've been thinking well, I'd like to take control . . ."

"Oh?" Eren's ears perked up and he was wriggling his way closer to Bertolt. "So you took control and they didn't like it, and now you're asking me for help?"

"No . . . not exactly."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, I asked them if they'd be willing to you know . . . switch it up and -"

"Jesus fuck, Bert. You can't just ask you have to just do -"

". . . and well, they laughed in my face, pat my cheek, and said no. I asked Reiner what to do and Reiner said to tell them I wasn't going to have sex until they gave me what I want. I thought it was a bad idea, but I went with it anyways and . . . well, they told me that two could play at that game and it's been . . ."

"How long has it been?"

"Uh . . ." Bertolt squirmed a bit in his place, "Two weeks. . ."

"Two weeks!" Eren exclaimed incredulously, in sheer disbelief. "That's insane! And you've just let them get away with it for this long?"

"Uh . . ." Bertolt scratched the back of his neck nervously, "What do you mean by get away with it? I mean . . . yeah . . .? What else am I supposed to do?"

"Well firstly," Eren said, picking up his phone, "Never ask Reiner for advice again. That was your first mistake. Secondly, let me cancel my date tonight -"

"Oh, no - you don't have to do that!" Bertolt responded quickly, "Just a few pieces of advice would be sufficient . . ."

Eren tapped away tirelessly at his phone before turning it face-down on the coffee table, now turning towards Bertolt - a rather determined look in his eyes.

"No -" Eren held up a hand, "I want to help. Besides, I'm going to tell you exactly what to do and we're going to run over it a few times, then - I'm going to make sure you don't pussy out. Knowing you, this is going to take a while. Consider it my early birthday present to you"

"My birthday was a month ago . . ."

"That's not the point. Anyways," Eren placed a very serious hand on his friend's shoulder, pulling Bertolt closer, "You're going to want to take her to the most popular movie in theaters on a Saturday night -"

"Where are you going with this?"

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Seeing how packed the movie theater was, Bertolt was definitely thinking about backing out of it. While his partner was in the restroom, presumably washing their hands, he fiddled with his phone in his hands.

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To: Eren Yeager

From: Bertolt Hoover

- I don't know if this is a good idea . . .

Read: 9:45 pm

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From: Eren Yeager

To: Bertolt Hoover

- If you don't go through with this I'll never forgive you. I canceled a date to prep you on this. Don't make me have canceled my date in vain. I dedicated my heart to this cause.

Read: 9:47 pm

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To: Eren Yeager

From: Bertolt Hoover

- I guess . . .

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To: Bertolt Hoover

From: Eren Yeager

- I'm putting my upmost faith and trust in you. Don't fuck this up.

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"Here -" Bertolt extended his arms out to you as you came back from the restroom and concessions, a bag of candy in your hands, "I brought this for you."

His smile was innocent enough and the gesture was kind.

"Thank you." Was your tart response as you leaned over to pat the side of his face and press a kiss to his forehead before sitting down. "So have you changed your mind about what you asked for?" You inquired, taking his hand in your own as you opened your bag of candy and set it between the two of you as you linked your fingers in his own. Perhaps you shouldn't have brought up that topic of conversation here, on a movie date, but you couldn't help it - the way his big eyes looked up at you when he handed you the blanket drove you crazy. It made you want to lower yourself on him right then and there. It was just a damn shame that he had to be so persistent. The first week was easy enough but as you rounded out the second week of this no-sex stalemate . . . well, it was getting more difficult.

He openly frowned.

"Is that a no?"

"Do we have to have this conversation here? Let's just try to have a good night . . ."

You felt a bit guilty but were never the type who was keen on saying sorry.

"We'll talk about it later, then . . ." You responded dryly, clearly unhappy with the response.

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To be honest, when Bertolt had suggested watching one of the like, seven hundred Quentin Tarentino movies produced, you were slightly surprised. He was never one for big action movies - especially loud ones; loud noises were often too intense for him. As well as that, neither of you were into mindless action movies. However, this - whatever the hell this was - was actually quite enjoyable.

Halfway through the movie, you found yourself sucked into a particularly loud action scene.

You hadn't really noticed, or particularly cared, when Bertolt had slipped his hand underneath the blanket - resting his palm on your knee. It was kind of comforting.

You hadn't really noticed when he slipped his hand from the top of your knee to the inside of your knee, either.

Or when he inched it up halfway up your thigh.

However, you had noticed when his hand was slipping up your skirt, resting on the upmost part of your thigh where the muscle met the pelvis. For a second, you wondered if he was really trying to pull moves right here, in a movie theater, underneath this blanket - but when you looked over, noticing how tense and uncomfortable he was, you figured if he was, he wasn't going to go through with it - but settled on the notion that he probably wasn't even thinking about it.

A few moments passed by before you felt the tip of his finger press against your panties. There was a moment of tense surprise as your head snapped to look at your boyfriend, your expression narrowing - almost as though you were daring him to push further. You couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not, but by the way he looked directly at the screen - you could tell he was at the very least a bit flustered.

If that was this case, this pathetic excuse for a mutiny would be over soon.

He drug the pad of his finger around your clothed clitoris gently, teasing it. You felt your abdomen jerk and dropped your hands onto his over the blanket, trying to hold them in place.

Bertolt's thin finger continued to tease around your clit before sliding downwards, continuing to rub over the fabric of your panties before pushing them slightly to the side. His face was hot with nervousness but the adrenaline of the entire situation was rushing to his head.

He continued to train his eyes on the screen in front of him, pretending to be invested in seeing the seventh car crash of the night. While his eyes were on the screen, his finger was sliding up and down your slit, slick from how wet you were. Bertolt wondered - what expression were you making right now? Was your face twisting up in confusion and frustration? Was your mouth forming into a little O?

You pressed your thighs together, your hands now squeezing at the armrests of the chair, squirming. Your heart raced and you pressed your head back into the chair, biting down on your lip as his finger slid its way back up to your clit, gently rubbing at it. Bertolt couldn't hear anything over the sound of cars crashing into each other, but he could certainly imagine how lewd you sounded - it only made sense, considering the fact that you were simply dripping.

Without much warning, Bertolt slipped his finger into you.

Head swimming, you let out a very small moan.

Finally, he turned his head to you.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. The question seemed innocent enough, but given that he was currently one knuckle deep into your cunt, his finger sliding in and out of you and curling, thumb pressing against your clit, you couldn't help but feel irritated with the question.

"Ber-" You let your head loll over to face him, face flushed red and and mouth slightly agape, though found yourself incapable of finishing the sentence as he slipped in a second finger.

The sight of your eyes half-lidded and your tongue poking out between your lips, which were parted gently, and the overall look of pathetic helplessness you gave him was almost too much. If the two of you weren't in a packed theater, he would have rolled you underneath him, torn off your panties, and fucked you underneath your skirt then and there. But for now, he'd have to settle for sliding his fingers back and forth against the inside of your gummy walls, which were tightening against him.

"Shh." He placed a finger to your lips. "The movie is still going. Try to keep quiet." His finger muffled the small gasps and groans you were breathing out. "Here - try this" He slipped a piece of candy in your mouth. "Good, no?"

He refrained from sliding his fingers into your mouth then and there.

As his fingers rocked in and out of you, you bit down on the candy to stifle the moans and gasps. For a second, you thought you were going to choke - but managed to swallow just fine.

Bertolt looked away, once more training his eyes on the movie. Pleasure pooled at the bottom of your stomach and very gently and discreetly, you began to grind your hips into his fingers.

"That's different." He mumbled to himself.

The second time he turned to look over at you, he could see tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggled to discreetly grind your hips against his fingers, seeking out an orgasm, but couldn't quite find the pace your body needed without being blatantly obvious.

The only thing you could do was close your eyes and tilted your head back as Bertolt curled his fingers in you - the pace quickening.

Your heartrate grew faster and you could feel his lips press at the shell of your ear.

What was it that Eren said to add? he thought, that's right -

Breath hot on your ear, he rasped out a simple question.

"Tell me, do you deserve it?" Truthfully, he felt awkward saying it - as though the words didn't quite come out of his mouth. You must have disagreed though, because the only thing you could mutter out in response was -

"Y-Yes"

You were starting to reach the edge of your orgasm, your head pressed against his own, back arching gently, as he pressed his face into your neck. Legs shaking, you sucked in a deep breath and -

His fingers slipped out of you and he took a moment to wipe them off on the insides of the blanket before linking his fingers in your own, leaving you a rattled, shaking, frustrated mess - completely unraveled before him as you tried to catch your breath.

"I don't think you do. We'll talk about it later."

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peculiarpatches · 3 years

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❤ 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑁, 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 ❤

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bella swan x fem! reader.

lowercase intended.

this story takes place during new moon. also, i love edward cullen as much as i love bella swan but in this story, edward cullen has no rights.

me and my homies all fucking HATE new moon edward cullen.

anyways, if you like this, please give it a 'like' and tell me if you like it because it'll mean the world to me :(

thank you and enjoy!! WARNINGS: smut. there's not a lot of it, it's mainly just oral and somewhat dirty talk. again, not a whole lot of anything, really. it's mainly fluff with somewhat smut. idk??? either way. i hope yall like it.

(y/n) stirred in her sleep, the floor below her squeaking loudly due to her continuous movements. she couldn't stop squirming around, couldn't get comfortable in the slightest, no matter how much she tried to do so. (y/n) tried her best but didn't - couldn't - succeed. she was constantly stirring as she tried to rest.. no matter what position she tried, no matter how many melatonin gummies she had previously taken before as well, nothing seemed to work. both her thoughts and heart were racing, she knew they wouldn't stop or slow down any time soon, either. they kept going, running and running, it was as if her thoughts were a horse, racing to the finishing line but the finishing line was so far away, so out of reach, she couldn't seem to catch up to it. as for her heart, it was hammering away against her chest, rapidly. though, she knew it was physically impossible, (y/n) swore her best friend - bella swan - could hear (y/n)'s heartbeat drumming and jack hammering against her chest. but all was silent in the room, other than the faint snores drifting away from bella's lips and (y/n)'s heavy breathing. the thoughts that clouded her mind were nothing but pure filth, such sinful things that'd make even the devil red in the face and cause him to go speechless. all these thoughts were about bella, too. (y/n) knew it was wrong to think such thoughts about your best friend, especially one who just went through a break up not too long ago but she couldn't help herself. truth be told, she always did have an attraction to her best friend, ever since the two were children, actually, (y/n) always had a crush on bella.

of course, she didn't know what those feelings were as a kid, she just thought bella was pretty the way flowers were and the way the sky was when it'd drastically change colors, have it be a sunset or a sunrise, it didn't matter because they were a beautiful sight to her, as was bella. The marriage of warm honey hues and deep caramels spun in bella's eyes, her brown hair was long and wavy, it flowed so smoothly down over her shoulders and across her back.

as of the moment, however, her hair was a bird's nest and in every other angle, strands of hair poked out from her sleeping, restless face. it actually made (y/n) giggle faintly as she bent forward, sneaking a peek at her best friend.

she had done this every other time within the night, sneaking a glance, here and there, just to watch how beautiful she slept - how peaceful she looked. but (y/n) also was quick to lay back down against the sleeping bag she was oh so, uncomfortably sleeping in. the moment bella rolled over and shifted in her sleep, she'd be quick to shut her eyes and play pretend, afraid of bella waking up and seeing her, gawking at her, googly eyes and a lovestruck expression across her face. she didn't want bella to think she was a total creep, for gazing at her like that, especially as the girl was elsewhere within her own state of mind, more than likely, dreaming of her ex boyfriend, edward, too. the reason they were having this sleepover, anyways, was because charlie - bella's dad - suggested it. said that bella could use a friend, especially with edward getting up and walking out on her for whatever, given reason that may be, nobody expect bella knew. and even then, bella didn't say anything about it. she kept quiet. but even then, no words needed to be spoken, bella's expressions and body language were more than enough of a dead giveaway; she was still so hung up about the cullen boy.

at least, this is what (y/n) thought. everyone in forks thought that. expect, as she's thinking about bella, lost in her own thoughts, she hears a faint whimper, coming above her. eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip tugged between her teeth, (y/n) sits up and at first, she hesitates, wondering if she should wake bella up herself or go and get charlie. charlie warned her that bella was having nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night, she'd yell on the top of her lungs and cry until there were no tears left. expect, before she could make that decision, she hears the whimpers growing louder, thus giving her the explanation and the answer to the question she had yet asked. bella wasn't having a night terror, no, instead she was touching herself. and she was touching herself to (y/n). "a-ah.... oh... (y/n)..." bella's voice is hoarse, groggy, it's as if she had just woken up. (y/n) felt foolish for not having picked up on the sudden noises before but there they were - the faint buzzing and the soft, slick sound of bella pleasuring herself with said toy. once she recognized the sound, she couldn't unhear it. (y/n) now, having known what it exactly was that she was doing, she could hear it a little too well. it sent her own core throbbing, begging to be touched. the thin layer of cloth she wore around her thighs, a poor excuse of a pair of panties if you ask her, began to leak with (y/n)'s arousal. but there, she lay, as stiff as a board, unable to move. until she heard bella's voice. then and only then, did she feel her heart begin to pick back up with speed and the butterflies that she desperately tried to hide began to flutter and fly deep within her stomach, sending an endless amount of feelings to flood her. "(y/n)? i know you're awake... i know you can hear me. i can practically read your thoughts, too. read you like a book. i've known you since, well... forever." bella giggled but her voice cracked, giving away at the last sentence she spoke, it was as if she was on the verge - the edge - of coming undone. and completely oblivious to the fact, bella was, indeed, on the edge of an orgasm. and she needed (y/n). now, more than ever, she needed her best friend. "i know you want me, (y/n). i won't lie, either, i want you too... and i also know you want my pretty pussy as much as i want yours." (y/n)'s breath hitches in her throat and she solemnly swears her heart stops beating. fully sitting up, her (e/c) eyes meet with bella's hazel ones. "are you sure? you aren't just saying this because-" bella shook her head, quick to reply before (y/n) could even mention her ex boyfriend's name. bella didn't want to hear about him. not now, not ever again. he broke her heart but here (y/n) was, always there to pick bella up when she fell. bella, herself, felt like an idiot for not realizing her feelings sooner. yes, she loved edward, and a little piece of her always probably would love him. and yes, she'll also think about the endless possibilities that could have happened in the future with edward but....

as she looked at her best friend, bella realizes that she'd rather remain as a mortal and die, loving this girl than love an immortal who left, even after claiming he loved her and wanted to spend forever with her.

she'd rather be with (y/n) the girl who never gave up on her, even in the most difficult times. this was her forever. and as dull and depressing as a human may be, especially one so scared of dying, bella wasn't afraid anymore. being with (y/n) made her feel alive.

and again, she'd die, happily, as long as it meant (y/n) was by her side throughout it all.

both bella and (y/n) knew, too, nothing would ever tear them apart. no matter what, they'd always be together.

friendship or relationship, at the end of the day, it'll always be them. "yes. i'm sure. i'm positive. i want you now more than ever. i.... well, i've been thinking about it for awhile. often, i should say.... you're the only friend - only person - who has remained by my side, not just with this breakup but even when i lived thousands and thousands of miles away. you sent me letters and packages.... hell, when i told you i finally got a laptop. you were the first person in my inbox. you sent me multiple emails, all of which mainly contained of nothing expect, 'i miss you's.'

you were always there for me. and even now, even when i had pushed you away for a boy who could care less about me, you were there. i love you, (y/n). and i am so sorry it took me so long before to realize." by the time, bella was done talking, (y/n) scrambled up on her feet (she nearly fell in the progress, too) and pushed bella down against the bed, instantly crashing her lips on the other girl's. smiling in the kiss, bella happily kisses back, murmuring a soft, "i love you," against (y/n)'s lips. "and i love you." (y/n) replied. the kiss was short, simple and sweet. it would have lasted longer and bella was upset when (y/n) had pulled away but (y/n) giggles softly and explains why she ended the kiss so soon, so quickly. "what did you say earlier, by the way? you know.... about me, wanting that pretty pussy of yours? is that offer still on the table, bell?" (y/n) whispered, seduction easing its way into the words she spoke. bella shuddered, feeling her nipples harden and her cunt throb as (y/n) talked. "y-yes." bella stammered, blushing deeply as she chewed on her bottom lip. "will you? please? 'm still so wet." bella continued, the blush on her cheeks only growing a deeper and darker red as she confessed this.

in one swift movement, bella holds the toy up, proving her statement. the toy was small, no bigger than her and (y/n)'s fingers combined. the only light in the room, other than the faint glimmer and glow of the lights hung up above bella's bed was the pale light of the moon, peaking out from the curtains. even with little to no light, (y/n) could tell the toy was soaked with bella's wetness. "lay on your back. spread your legs for me, want to see your full pussy on display for me. won't you do that for me, bells? be my good girl and show me your cute cunt?"

like earlier, bella shuddered at (y/n)'s words and throwing the comforter off of her, she gets cozy and lays on the mattress, her breathing heavy as she watched (y/n) spread her legs apart and before she can even register what's happening, she feels the soft but wet tip of (y/n)'s tongue in between her folds. "oh." bella mewled, throwing her head back against the pillows behind her head. edward never touched her, other than a few awkward kisses, here and there. he always said he was too scared he'd hurt her. how ironic, being the fact he still managed to hurt her by leaving her. not so much in the bedroom because they never got around to it. but he was gone now and (y/n) was here, showing and proving that she was better than that heartless, and undead son of a bitch. "(y/n) please..." bella whimpered, tugging on her lower lip harder as she felt (y/n)'s tongue go deeper inside. a moan leaves her lips before she could say anything else. (y/n), taking her clit in her mouth, bella squeals with delight and surprise at the sudden action. "oh, fuck, yes~!" bella moans, throwing her head back, her hand finds its way into (y/n)'s hair, curling her fingers around the stray few pieces that slip between her fingertips. "eat me out, baby, just like that. you like that, hm? like the taste of your best friend's cunt on your tongue? fucking devour it, baby, eat me out as if i'm your last meal. oh, (y/n)!!" bella's voice grew louder, more needy, by the second. (y/n) as quick as ever, flicks her tongue again and again, over and over, against bella's clit, her lips hollow over her womanhood and she licks all around, taking in bella's juice like a cum slut she was.

bella seemed to enjoy it, with the way she was withering and shaking above her. there's that, of course, and her, growing wetter the more (y/n)'s tongue and lips hover over her cunt. so, there was the answer to the question she had yet asked. being the ultimate tease, however, (y/n) pulls back and replaces her tongue with the toy that bella used earlier, slipping it in easily as the wetness of herself continues to leak out. "oh, fuck!" bella exclaims, she's quick to cover her mouth with the palm of her hand, however, reminding herself that her father was downstairs, more than likely, passed out on the couch with a repeat of last year's game on the screen. if he had heard her yelling, (thanks for that, edward) he'd be quick to run up the stairwell, careful on his feet so he wouldn't trip and he'd burst through the door, seeing if his daughter was okay and if she needed him like all the other times he had heard her, screaming and hollering. of course, if that were the case; he'd see bella, being eaten out by her best friend, tears of pleasure and satisfaction rolling down her cheeks, bottom lip clamped between her teeth, all while (y/n)'s face was full of her pussy, her chin glistening with her juices. as her one hand covered her mouth, her other had left (y/n)'s hair and was digging into the comforter, her nails digging into the flower printed fabric.

"that's it, baby, yes, yes, oh, FUCK. fuck me like that, please, don't stop, oh please, don't stop." bella's words ran together as she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. the slur in her speech made it seem as if she were drunk, more than anything. "fuck me like a whore, (y/n), please... want you. need you so bad. 'wan be a good girl for you and cum just for you, babygirl, please." more than happy to do so, (y/n) does exactly that. removing the toy, (y/n) replaces the opening of bella's cunt with her fingers, pumping her fingers back and forth; in and out. she does this while shoving her face back in between bella's thighs. meanwhile, bella bucks her hips into her best friend's mouth, her lips falling down into a little 'o' shape as the familiar heat pools in the bottom of her stomach and continues to build. her teeth clench together as her feet arch up and her toes curl downward. "oh god.... oh, (y/n).. i'm coming!" bella's words, like earlier, have not changed because the palm of her hand was still clamped over her mouth, therefore the words that left her lips were muffled. as the girl rides out her high, the other gal remained in the same position, licking and swallowing all the cum that bella just let loose, happily slurping it up. the girl below was obviously messy. even in the dim lighting of the room, bella could see her best friend's face was covered with her own arousement, it was dripping from her lips and her own wetness - she noticed - was sticking to her underwear and was beginning to leak, the drip sticking to her thighs. had she really came, untouched?

the thought made bella hornier, if that were even possible. "was that okay?" (y/n) was the first one to speak up and her voice came out in a whisper. it took bella a moment or two to process the words and piece them together. giggling, bella is quick to sit up and crawl over, pinning (y/n) to the bed and kissing her.

"baby, that was wonderful... you made me feel so fucking good so great. i love you so much." (y/n), hearing bella confess this, squeals with happiness as she kisses her best friend - girlfriend? - back, smiling widely into the kiss as they lay there, lovingly interlocking lips with one another. "but..." bella pulls away, her cheeks flushing as she continues with her sentence, "how about me? can i have a taste of you?" goosebumps prickle her skin at the question and eagerly, (y/n) nods and grips onto bella's arm, her fingernails digging into her skin as she practically begs for it.

she needed this so bad.

wanted bella so bad since all those summer's ago. "please, bella..." giggling and smiling - oh, how (y/n) loved seeing her smile, especially knowing she was the reason behind it - bella nods as she trails down, opening (y/n)'s legs and doing the exact same thing that (y/n) just did. "oh... bella..." *~*

throughout the night, bella and (y/n) took turns, pleasing and pleasuring the other. soft, gentle whispers of 'i love you's' left their lips at any given chance, at any free moment they had. by the end of the night, bella forgot all about edward cullen, all she could think about was (y/n).

as for (y/n) she was - though, she wouldn't dare say this to her best friend -

(well, girlfriend)

(bella asked if it was okay if they put that label on themselves and (y/n) laughed and pulled her into a passionate yet hungry kiss, "i've been waiting forever for you to ask me... yes, bella, i'd love to be your girlfriend.")

but she was glad edward was out of the picture, too.

(the two girls came out to charlie the next morning and completely unfazed, he nods and presses a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, sipping on it slowly before he spoke, “at least you know you have my approval.”

charlie, too, was more than happy to see edward gone and out of the picture. he liked (y/n) a lot better, anyways.)

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naomii007 · 3 years

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Intimate (GOJO SATORU X Fem!READER)

PAIRINGS: satoru gojo x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: smut, mirror sex, little bit of degradation,rough, unportected (be safe), grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,548

A/N: This is my first time writting something sinful and I'm new here and I hope y'all will like it and please I am sorry If I messed up I am still learning to write T_T anyway i hope this is what you expected ! enjoy! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

*Please ignore my grammer*

You and gojhoe were enemies for life.You never liked that tall ass Telephone Pole but you hated to admit that he makes you feel good than any other man in the world.

Even though being enemies you both fuck each other all the time.The lust you both had for each other was just amazing.

(Lol I can't stop laughing)

You just reached to gojo's house Why? because he wanted to fuck that's it! You knocked at his door and Satoru pulled you inside of his room as soon as he opened the door after knocking just once.It was almost as if he couldn’t wait anymore, pulling your for a rough kiss as he pushed your back against the door to close it.He stopped kissing you for a second and stared at your confused face.

What was that? You asked.

He said "Affection" with a smirk plastered in his face.

Disgusting you said.

And? He asked.

You said Do it again -_-

(Please Idk what I am writting forgive me >_<)

"Baby just tell me you want it" he said with a smirk on his face.

You hate to admit it but he was right you needed him as much as he needed you right now.After that he pulled you for another kiss as he kept moving down and marking you up, you both were moaning as his hand groped your ass to press you against him.

"You know you always look so much better when I mark you up" He said.

Your cheeks started to heat up and you avoided his gaze.

He pressed his knee between your legs while rubbing your clothed cunt with his legs. He was teasing you and you were just a moaning mess.Your panties were all soaked due to the heat.

"S-Stop teasing me gojhoe" you said between your kisses your hands flying to his hair that was already patterned down due to the exclusion of his blindfold. He pulled away and looked down at you, smirking.He knew what was coming."If you don't like my teasing, then why are moaning?" Your cheeks were already red as tomatoes, flustered by his question.

"I-" You tried to answer him but He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants.

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him.

He tossed his tshirt in the corner of the room and leaving you only in your lacy underwears.He suddenly picked you up in his arms carring you towards the bedroom and he throws you on the bed.

You both were breathing heavily, both hungry for each other and eyes full of lust.

He ripped your panties and bra.He moved up and started to suck your breasts while the other hand fondling the nipple of other breast.You tried to hold your moans but gojo noticed it and started to nibble your nipple with his mouth and you arched your back and moaned out loud with pleasure that he gave you.

You could feel his bulge growing bigger and bigger but you knew he won't fuck you this easily and how much of a tease he can be.

He moved down and started to kiss your stomach.Your core was already wet due to his teasing.

"Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me" He ordered.

You obediantly opened your legs for him and he could see how wet you were for him.

"You look so good all soaking wet just for me"He said.He slowly kissing and leaving marks in your inner thighs while moving towards your heated core, He could see that your swollen cluster of nerves and your wet core waiting to be abused by his long fingers.

You were getting really impatient and started to whine alot.

He chuckled and said" Baby you are whinning alot tonight better be quiet".

"First one to make noise loses" He added.

He started licking your slick wet folds and sucking your swollen cunt.On the other side you were trying your best not to moan.

He saw you struggling and chuckled.

Soon he started to abuse your wet core with his tounge as his fingers rubbing your swollen cunt.

Your eyes were watering and you started to arch your back while moaning loud enough to heard by the neighbor.Your mind was totally blank due to the pleasure.

"A-ah right there satoru" You mewled while choking on your words.

Saliva was running down from his chin, shortly you cummed in his mouth and his mouth covered in your juices and his saliva.

"Fuck baby you taste sweet as candy" He said while licking his lips.

"I didn't knew you were this sensitive enough to make you cum with my tounge and yeah you lost too."He said.

You were so embarassesd and gave him a disgusting look.

"Don't give me that look" he said.

Shortly he told you to stand up and he walked you towards the mirror.You were still sore due to your orgasm and your legs were wobbling.

You saw yourself in the mirror how messy your face and body was, fully covered in sweat and cum.

He stood at your back grabbing your both hands at your back and bending you down infront of the mirror while exposing your wet core to him.

He started to tease your wet core with his aroused big swollen tip.

"Do you want this dick inside your tight little pussy,huh?"He said teasingly.

"Y-Yes fuck me toru, fill my tight pussy with your big dick"You mewled helplessly.

Without any warning he slipped his big dick inside you. "So fucking tight" Satoru groaned under his breath, more to himself than to you, the friction coming to a stop. you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at his unexpected action.

The tingle of being stretched open felt so good, arching your back as you bit your lip harshly. He knew that you liked it and he chuckled "You’re such a wet mess". You take my dick so well don't you?” Satoru brought his face to the exposed skin in the back of your neck to start sucking softly at your sweet spot behind your ear.

"I'll make your brain into mush with my cock in your tight pussy." He said while ramming his cock inside your tight pussy.

"Just shut your stupid mouth and fuck me gojhoe" You said teasingly.

He was fucking you infront of the mirror, he grabbed your hair with his one hand forcing you to look your reflection in the mirror as you melt.you tried to look away but kept forcing you to stare at the mirror and you hated and felt excited at the same time.

As far as you know, gojo loves to tease and be playful with everyone, so as you wanted to twitch his cock, almost get the ecstasy feeling, satoru pulled his dick out, hearing your saddened purr. 'shall i put it back, baby, shall i? should i fuck your tight hole with my cum?'

you nodded, as your empty pussy is full with the cock.

"Now you are going to watch yourself or you are not gonna cum at all baby, understood?"He said.

You nodded and start watching yourself getting fucked by him infront of a mirror.You started to moan fractiously.

Your were really flustered from the view and again stopped looking at the mirror and said "I fucking hate you Gojo Satoru" between your moans and he just chuckles, he used his hands to face you again in the mirror."If you hated me so badly then why am I only the one able to have you like this."

"You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenevee you want?! Now be quiet and take my dick just like a slut you are."

gojo is proud and he doesn't hide it - watching how your tits bouncing every time in the mirror and how his balls touching your bare skin.

You couldn't even stand anymore your legs were giving up but you both were about to cum

He forced you to look at him and kissed your lips, nudging inside you faster, stretching your redden walls with the tip - don't lie to him, you are enjoying, yeah?the friction of his cock against your walls is of the scale was just amazing.

he's barely had time to pull out, He cummed on your thighs.

'I want you to be my wife, so that I can do naughty things to you for the rest of my life' He said.

"If you keep fucking me this good, I might marry you" You said.

He was shocked by your response but he was happy.

To be honest you enjoyed his company even thought after being enemies.

You both fell asleep peacefully after the conversation.

(Idk wtf I just wrote -_-)

A/N: I hope y'all liked the story. I'm new to these things but I really enjoyed it while writting this. Please forgive me if its too confusing I'll try better next time.English is not my first language so there might be many mistakes. I'm really sorry!!

#JujutsuKaisen #gojosatoru #gojosmut #satorusmut #jjk #smut #gojoxreader #jjksmut #jujustukaisen writting #jujutsukaisen x reader #satorugojo #jujutsukaisen smut

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watermelonsugawara · 4 years

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Hi wife ❤️❤️ give me some jealous Kuroo action please!!! like you’ve been studying w a guy from one of your classes a bunch and he doesn’t like it. It can be SFW or NSFW, whatever your preference is but I would really enjoy a jealous kuroo 🤤

YESSS MY BEAUTIFUL WIFEEE hi :) lemme give u some kuroo foooood

❥ warnings: nsfw; like a lil spice?; a liiiiittle teasing, a liiiiittle grinding, fingering, choking, spitting, creampie, JK A LOT OF SPICE LMFAO

❥ characters: jealous!kuroo x fem!reader

❥ a/n: kuroo can fuck dis pussy up any day. thats literally my only note lmfao. so uhhh here u go yall

ALSO MY BAD ILL PUT A KEEP READING WHEN IM OFF MOBILE LOLL

❥ wc: idk i typed on my phone i’ll figure it out later lol

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Kuroo continued to tap his pencil against his textbook, echoing throughout the coffee shop. He held his chin in his hand, checking the time every few minutes. 3:43 pm, his phone read. 7 more minutes before (Y/N) leaves, he thought, pouting to himself. He didn’t realize his pout was visible to you until you closed your book and reached a hand across the table to stop Kuroo’s incessant pencil taps. The feeling of your small hand on his pulled him out of his thoughts to look at you.

“Tetsu, what’s wrong?” you asked, rubbing small circles on his hand. Your boyfriend had known you had a partner project that you had been working on for a few weeks, so you’ve been cutting your study dates short to meet with your classmate. Despite knowing every time, Kuroo acts pouty all over again, seeming to count down the seconds before you have to go.

“Nothing,” Kuroo sighed, covering your small hand with his large one, “I’m just gonna miss yoooooooou.” He drawled out the last word and pouted his plush lips.

“We are finishing up the project today, so I’ll be out a bit longer,” you began, and Kuroo’s eyebrows immediately furrowed. “But then I won’t have to leave our study dates early again. I’ll meet you back at the apartment, okay baby?”

Kuroo concealed his jealousy with a soft smile as he nodded in agreement. He watched as you began packing up your belongings to go meet your classmate at the library. It made his blood boil knowing your attention was going towards another guy, even just for some school project. He cleaned up his own books and pushed in his chair at the table. He planted a quick kiss on your lips before you two parted ways.

Kuroo sat on the couch at your apartment, shaking his leg anxiously. He picked up his phone to check the time, the bright screen reading 8:34 pm. He frowned at the absence of your texts and your absence in general. He tried to put his focus back to his homework, but his mind continued to wander. He didn’t even know what this guy looked like anyway. Surely this classmate isn’t more attractive than him ...right?

Kuroo shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind just as you turned the key in the doorknob. He instantly perked up at the sound, nearly leaping off the couch to greet you. You couldn’t even set your bag down as Kuroo snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

“(Y/N), I missed you,” Kuroo said against your skin, his voice a little deeper than usual. His voice vibrated against the crook of your neck, sending a spark of heat through your body. You pulled away from the hug to look at your boyfriend, a soft smile painted across his face. You cupped his jaw and pulled him to a kiss that was intended to be quick, but there was a hint of neediness coming from the way Kuroo’s lips moved against yours. You pulled away to look at home once more. “Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yes, I just missed you... a lot. I hate being away from you,” Kuroo said quietly, his face heating up slightly. You looked at him puzzled, as you’ve been gone to study with friends countless times before, but then it clicked.

“Babe, are you jealous?” You questioned, emphasizing the last word just a bit too hard causing Kuroo’s face to turn an even deeper shade of red. Clearly he didn’t like to say the actual word out loud, you felt his grip on your waist get a little bit tighter.

“Maybe, but is that so bad? You’re my girlfriend and I don’t want any guys getting the wrong idea,” Kuroo responded sharply, his envy getting the best of him. The thought of someone else’s hands on your skin set a fire ablaze beneat his skin, making his muscles tense.

You set your bag down and slipped your jacket off your shoulders, hanging it on the hooks by the door. You held your boyfriend’s face in your hands, seeing the conflicting feelings of envy and desire in his expression. You pulled his ear close to your mouth and whispered, “I’ll always be yours, Tetsu.”

The way you breathed his name against his ear caused his cock to twitch in his sweats. He quickly pulled you into another heated kiss, grabbing the backs of your thighs to lift you up. You pushed off the floor and jumped into his arms with ease, his hands quickly finding purchase on your ass underneath your skirt. You kiss the sensitive spot near his ear, pulling a low growl out of Kuroo. He walks the two of you over to the couch where he sits and you feel his length pressing against your center. You moaned at the feeling, grinding down harder against him. Kuroo slipped a hand between your bodies towards your center, biting his lip at the feeling of your juices along your folds.

“Holy shit, kitten. You’re so wet already,” he breathed, running a finger up and down your slit. You moved your hips, desperate for more contact, but Kuroo quickly took note of this pulls his hand out from your panties and you whined at the lost of contact. “Someone’s eager,” Kuroo smirked.

“Tetsu please, I need you,” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat speed up. He wrapped his large hand around your neck, your lips parting at the pressure but no sound comes out. His other hand slips his thumb into your mouth, marveling at how your plush lips suck around his finger, the feeling of your hot tongue making precum leak from the tip of his cock. He dragged his thumb out to open your mouth, and right as you closed your eyes, you felt his spit land on your tongue, letting out a loud moan before swallowing it as quickly as it came.

“Good girl, always so ready for me,” Kuroo praised, releasing a hand from your neck to lie you down on the couch. He pulled your shirt over head and unclasped your bra, wasting no time to cup your breasts and suck on your sensitive nub, pinching and swirling his finger around the other. He peppered kisses down your abdomen before pulling off your panties, his long fingers brushing your slit, gathering your essence. Your back arched as he pushed in two fingers at once, your hands immediately gripping his strong biceps. His fingers pumped deep into you, quickly finding the soft spot that made your toes curl. Endless rambles and gasps fell from your lips as he hit your spot over and over, but he pulled out his long fingers just as the heat in your stomach reached its peak.

Kuroo quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers simultaneously, his thick cock finally free from its restraints. Kuroo uses the juices from his fingers to coat the head, and he hovered over you to line up with your core. He moved his hips to tease your folds with the tip of his cock, causing you to writhe beneath him as you whispered, “Tetsu, please, I want you inside me.”

“Well fuck, when you say my name like that, I can’t resist kitten,” Kuroo groaned and he pushed his cock into you slowly, your walls stretching around the head. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how full you felt, and he was only halfway. You wrapped your legs around his waist to push him even further into you. Kuroo clenched his jaw as you clenched around him, the slick of your walls driving him insane.

“My god, kitten you’re just sucking me in,” Kuroo groaned, his eyes locked on where you two were connected. “Your pussy was just made to fit around my cock, wasn’t it?” Kuroo continued to rut his hips into you, going at a relentless pace. He’d pull back until just the head was still inside your pussy before slamming his hips back into you and hitting you g-spot, curses spilling out of your mouth. Kuroo leaned down to suck dark marks into your skin, soothing the spots with his wet tongue. Your hands carded through his hair, pulling it into fists, making him moan against your hot skin. A strong heat began to pool in your stomach as Kuroo mercilessly hit the spongy spot inside of you.

His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release, slowly attempting to pull out before he finished, but you used your legs to keep him inside you. Kuroo looked up at you, his pupils blown just thinking about what you’re gonna say next.

“Fill me up, baby, I want it, I n-need it,” you moaned, sending Kuroo over the edge. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and with a loud groan he came inside you, the feeling of his white ropes of cum inside you brought you to your own climax, crying out his name he fucked you through your high.

Kuroo pulled out and slumped beside you on the couch, both of you trying to catch your breath. You started to feel Kuroo’s cum drip out of your pussy, but before you could close your legs, Kuroo slid his hand to catch it with his finger, sliding it into your overstimulated walls. You bucked your hips at the feeling and looked over to him with wide eyes.

“Oh, you thought I was done with you, pretty girl?”

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#kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #haikyuu smut #alli writes some spice #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader

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ray-jaykub · 4 years

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Idk if I can really muster up a super smutty ask atm, but Raph unable to keep from being soft is the oxymoron I live for if you’re up for it.

Alright, time to stop making memes and doodling and procrastinating. I am getting this done wether my brain likes it or not! Anon thanking you for coming to me and talking this morning. im surprised everybody likes donnie's part of the smut bc he was my least favourite to write for :/ wierd, i enjoyed Raph's but then again he's husband for life so... anyway i tried really hard to make him baby even if he's a towering wall of muscel and such.

Warning:smut, 18+, bath loving, female reader

It had been a late night on patrol with his brothers when he was finally able to stop by your home. Using the costumized key for the window, he had no trouble stepping into the most personal space of the apartment. Your room. Compared to the musk,dirt, and sweat that clung to his skin the air smelled of soft mint and strawberry. The only source of light was that coming from your bathroom and a soft humming tune could be heard. Stepping over any mess on your floor he knocked on the ajar door and heard her go dead silent besides the water sloshing.

"It's me baby, ya mind if I come in?" A small exhale came from the bathroom. A soft voice replying.

"Yes, jeeze you scared the crap outta me." Now seeing you, pouting in the bath tub, Raphael chuckled at the sight. You had soap half rinsed out of your hair and enough foam to keep him from peeking into the water. He sat on the toilet with a heavy sigh, finally relaxing his worn muscels in the sauna your bath created. You looked so relaxed and pristine in the steaming water, your hair plastered your face in an almost innocent manner. Raphael didn't even have to say anything before you were on top of what he was thinking. You placed a wet hand on his knee.

"Do you wanna join me?" His lip quirked into a tired smile as he stood to strip of his belongings. The heavy gear and padding sat beside your bed, his shoulders felt wieghtless and he was able to completely breathe in. Raphaels pants and boxers were pulled off in one go, glad he didn't have to wear them anymore. He gave one long stretch before he slipped into the bathtub.

It was put in after you both got together, an industrial thing meant to hold four people. The water was scolding and he felt all the tension fall away. What felt like loads and loads of layered troubles evaporated and finally he could enjoy the sight of you.

You scooted closer to him and began to untie his mask. Leaving soft touches to his temple and jaw, you tossed it onto the sink and went to hold him. In every other day case scenario Raphael would have wanted to rail you against the bath wall but all he could think about was your smooth skin. How you smiled at him and told him you loved him. Your love caressed him like a warm blanket and all he wanted to do was repay the favor.

You were laying against his plastron and resumed your song as he traced shapes into your back. His hands went lower and lower, fingers feeling like feather, gliding across your back. Your hands started to wonder along his sides, tenderly rubbing each rib you could feel and then his hip bone. Raphael felt your fingers knead at the top his thighs and went to gently rub the inner curve of your thigh. Niether of you were in a rush with eachother today, it was just simply about the pleasure.

He couldn't help but cup one of your breast, his fore finger and thumb rolled the sweet nub. Raph leaned down and gave a slow lick to the bud and you softly moaned at the feeling. Arching your back to be on display for him really started to make his body warmer and not from just the water. He trailed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the curve of your boob to your neck. A blissful hum left you and Raphael felt you start to thumb the head of his cock. Slow circles that left promise in thier touch.

Raphael bit his lip and pulled you to lay on him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. He softly kissed you, tounge peeking in and out to feel your smooth bottom lip. His left hand went to your slick folds and the right continued to make paths on your skin. The feeling of you was intoxicating like some drug they sold on the corner to desperate people. Your eyes shined bright as you lined him up to your entrance. The bath water had already become luke warm but both bodies were still hot from passion.

Slowly you were able to sit yourself halfway before teasing. You gave him another kiss as you started to gently bob up and down. You weren't bouncing but it felt almost as tantalizing. Your silk walls tightening with every languid stroke nearly sent him into nirvana. Raphael closed his eyes and a low moan left him as he tipped his head back.

"Ooh princess you feel so good for me..." he sounded like he was half asleep but his touch told you otherwise. He had taken akin to circling your clit heavily. It was the only bit of his rough exterior you could get out of him but you were too busy enjoying the gooey insides to think. You tried to keep your rythm slow and on tempo but your climax was reaching its peak. Raphael seemed to be on the brink as well, taking to letting go gruff pants. His cheast heaved as you picked up a fraction of speed, he was about to unravel.

You were letting go a steady stream of whispery moans and cried out when Raoh gave a praticularly harder press to your clit. All it took was for him to look at you, with such love and adoration, and you came right on him. You were squeezed tight around his member and he nearly choked from the intensity of it all.

His release shot into you and nearly spilled out into your bath water. Nothing but the sound of heavy panting and sloshing water was left. You giggled as you stare at his worn state, first patrol and now this. You leaned towards him and asked.

"Wanna take a shower?"

#Tmnt x reader #Teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #Tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Raphael #Raph #Raphael x reader #Raph x reader #18+#smut #bathtub #why is this so short it took me forever tf

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linhiful · 4 years

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Telephone

AO3

Modernlorian Series Part 1 | 2

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Phone sex, slight angst

a/n: OOPS I kind of turned the subplot to these fics as a way to process my own break-up with my ex SO SORRY ABOUT THAT.

The end also turned out a little angstier than I meant for it too. Idk if you could tell but I had trouble half-way through with this one. I had a lot of ideas but my fingers just did not want to type the story out so I ended up just kind of fudging through those plot points so I can finish this. I don't think it was ever going to come out anyways but oh well.

Really I just wanted to get this done because I was READY TO WORK ON THE NEXT INSTALLMENT which I promise its gonna be juicy juicy juicy.

Loosely a sequel to Neighbors, but you don't have to read that one to read this one. I did sprinkle in some references to that fic throughout this one so that might make you slightly confused

“Hey,” says the voice through the phone and dear god it was the silkiest voice you’ve ever heard and for a split second you forgot why you even called. “I’ve been waiting you.”

And you couldn’t help it, the girlish giggle that left your lips bordered on manic. “I bet you tell all the girls that.” There was a puff of noise against your ear but you didn’t have much time to notice or question it before his deep gravelly voice took your attention.

“I can tell you anything you want to hear.” And you bit your lip, cheeks heating up as it dawned on you exactly what was happening right now. Exactly what this type of thing was for.

“I--I’ve never done this before.” You start pacing your living room, the door of your bedroom firmly closed because for some reason the thought of doing this in there just felt wrong. Like you weren’t supposed to bring this kind of thing in there. Not where he could hear you. Not when you were sure he heard you late in the night as you strained to hear his muffled grunts, reaching your fingers between your legs in time with him. That was a different place for different needs.

Maybe that was a sign of just how lonely you were. This was definitely a sign of how lonely you were, actually.

“Do you want me to tell you how lovely your voice sounds?” His voice became a caress, and you closed your eyes and almost allowed yourself to believe him. “I want you to be a good girl for me and tell me exactly what you want.”

You inhaled, trying to gather your thoughts as you let out a shaky breath. “How much do you want me?” You let yourself sink into the cushions, back stretched out as you propped your feet up onto the coffee table, and you wondered if he could hear the quick tap tap tap of anxious energy against the wood.

“How wet are you right now?” And you frowned, looking down in your lap and wondered how you were supposed to respond. Were you supposed to lie? Would it ruin the fantasy? “Tell me the truth.”

“I’m not,” you say it softly, shyly, like you were doing something wrong, and for a second you weren’t sure if he heard you. You didn’t realize how tight your body was clenched until you heard his soft chuckle through the phone and you relaxed into the couch.

“Good girl,” he says. “For telling me the truth.” You pick at the blanket and bite your lip. Good girl. Gods that phrase did things to you, and it was like he knew it. “You aren’t. Yet. But you will be. Because I want you to be. Because I want you to take that soft hand of yours and bring it down to that sweet pussy of yours. I want you to touch your clit for me, sweet girl, because I can’t do it for you. But I want to. I want to feel you get wet. I want it so bad I can taste your sweet pussy already.”

You didn’t hold back your groan this time, throwing your head back against the back of the couch and you swear even he could hear the deep throb of your pussy as you clenched down on nothing. “Wow, you are good at this.”

“Are you doing it?” he asks, and he’s breathing a little heavier now and you wonder if he’s palming himself through his pants, if he’s just as turned on by this conversation as you are or if this was just like any other call.

But it was like you couldn’t help but obey him this time, like that voice of his was putting a spell on you as you reached your hand down the front of your shorts and rubbing a finger down your slit. You respond back with a shaky voice, propping the phone on your shoulder, pressed against your cheek. “Yes.”

He groans, a deep baritone that vibrates through you and it goes straight down your body. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Good,” you say, rubbing circles into your clit and you feel zings of pleasure until you dip just the tip of your finger into your wetness and slip it back out. The slow slide of your slick finger as you drag it up your clit was heavenly. “I-I like it when you rub my clit. It makes me so fucking wet. Soft, first, please” you say, panting through your words, “but then it feels good when you press hard. Rub it until I’m screaming.”

He groans louder and you press your finger down harder. You’re dripping wet at this point and you wonder if he can hear how easily your finger slides against your skin, the soft squelch with each pass of your finger. “I want to hear you scream. I need to hear you scream.” And you obey, because he was here in your ear telling you to. Because he wanted it. Because you wanted to believe that he needed it.

Your orgasm comes quick and nosily, and you feel yourself drenched in your cum but you lay boneless on the couch as you hear each other’s deep ragged breaths. He doesn’t hang up and you are content to stay on the phone like this for just a second longer. "Thank you," you say breathlessly into the phone.

You let the shame settle in long after you hang up, the glow of your orgasm wearing off as you stare at the ceiling from the same place on the couch. You closed your eyes and let out a shuddering breath as you thought about why you were even here.

I’m casually talking to someone right now. Thought I’d let you know.

You threw your phone and turned away as it bounced against the cushions of the couch, slid onto the floor with a small thump. You resisted the urge to pick it back up again in favor of pacing back and forth the length of your living room.

It was cluttered, clothes and wrappers strewn about the floor, and usually the mess just tickled the back of your mind, but as your legs tangled themselves into the throw blanket hanging off the cushions, it was just the last straw. You told yourself you were going to clean it on your day off but instead here you were hovering over your phone again as you wracked your mind on how to respond.

...casually talking to someone….

What did that even mean? Casually? Talking? As if he wouldn’t have told you if it didn’t mean something. It had to mean something because why would he tell you about something casual?

And that was it. That you were really over. Because if he found someone else, if he wanted someone else, then you couldn’t stand to touch him knowing that you weren’t enough. He told you because it meant something.

Fuck him! Your friends blew up your phone the moment you told them. There is always better dick! And you cracked a smile, laughing at how many times you’ve said that same exact thing. It was a mantra at this point, shouted at each other like it was the spell to make all the pain go away.

But maybe this was what you needed, really, to move on. To know that it was over, for good this time.

It didn’t stop you from moping, unkempt hair piled high on your head, the same clothes you’ve worn for the past two days. You only left your apartment for food and work at this point, and as you step over the crumpled wrappers over the floor, the low ache in back from laying in the same position for the last how many hours it’s been. You’ve lost count at this point.

Your stomach felt empty, and you felt the growl low in your belly, but the thought of food made you nauseous. A snack, maybe, something sweet that will soothe your soul because at this point everything is going to upset your stomach.

It’d just be a quick moment, popping into the coffee shop down the street so you didn’t have to change. Coffee and a donut maybe. You’d take it to go, take it home, and you can settle back down in the comfortable hole that you’ve dug yourself in.

You heard him before you saw him, his distinctive loud laughter that you’d never be able to forget. You didn’t turn around, couldn’t, as you stayed rooted in the spot. Would he see you if you just leave? It felt like your back was on fire, the tension and ache in your back growing the louder he got.

God why were you so stupid? How could you not see this coming? You both came here together all the time, why wouldn’t he be here? You allowed yourself a quick peek over your shoulder, trying to curtain yourself behind your hair as if that would be enough to hide yourself.

He wasn’t turned to you, but gods, he was still just as beautiful as you remembered. He was always larger than life, the whole room tilted into his direction. You were too focused on him to see her at first, but honestly, you weren’t sure how. She demanded the same type of attention, her laugh loud and uninhibited and you had to bite down the jealousy that welled up deep in your throat.

Was it her? Did he bring her here knowing that you could possibly be here? You stepped up to the counter before they could call your name, and his laughter spiraled your head as you tried to step away.

Why didn’t you at least put on clean clothes before you left? He’d probably smell you before he saw you. There was no way around him to the exit, so you stepped away, coffee and donut in hand, into the hallway by the bathrooms.

You could still hear him just as loud here as you could out there, but he was out of sight and there was no way that he could see you either. Luck was not on your side, especially not today, and she followed behind you, even as you tucked yourself away in the corner.

And fuck, she was beautiful in a way that you could never be. Confident like you never were. You buried your face into your coffee, tried not to stare at her as she passed by you. She didn’t even spare you a passing glance, and you forced yourself to stare at the bulletin instead.

And that’s where you saw it, conspicuous, plain, but it stood out amongst the flashes of color and bolded letters.

Why spend your nights alone? First Session Free.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you.” It was late, super late, and in a building where you can usually hear every creak and movement in the apartments around you, there was only silence. You couldn’t sleep, head sunk into the pillow, staring at the ceiling in the dim light of night. you just ached with useless thoughts, your fingers twitching to pick up your phone and call he-who-shall-not-be-named.

But you couldn’t, not anymore. Not this time. So you picked up your phone and dialed a different number instead. Your eyes had burned so deeply into the poster for so long that that number was seared into your brain, and maybe you could seal it over memories you would rather forget.

"I, uh, didn't catch your name last time." You twirled a lock of hair, tried not to flush at what was probably the lamest opening line you could have come up with.

The sound of his deep chuckle eased the tension in your back. “People call me Mando.”

“Cause you the man though ?” It left your mouth before you could stop yourself and before he could even respond you immediately hung up with a squeak. You buried your face into your comforter and let out a small shriek.

You were never calling him again.

“Hey,” he says, the same silky smooth voice filling your ears, “I’ve been waiting for you.” It only took you four days before the humiliation faded away just enough that the loneliness ached inside you. Four nights of listening to your neighbor, touching yourself at thoughts of faceless men, trying to drive away the one who you’d rather forget.

He talks less the more you call him, but he'll still whisper dirty things into your ear when you want them. Sometimes neither of you bother with phone sex and he just listens to you talk. You told the funny stories of your coworkers just to see if you can hear him laugh and every once in a while he'd give a low chuckle.

It’s kind of hot. You said. That I don’t know what you look like. You could be anyone, but your voice, oh god your voice. I’d recognize it anywhere. You can make me do anything with that voice of yours.

He listened to you cry about your ex, wondering why you aren't good enough and his voice will rumble with a low growl. He's stupid. You're- he pauses hesitantly and you wait with bated breath. -- remarkable. And you blush harder than you did when he admitted that he wanted to slam you against the wall and stick his tongue down your ass.

So you settle into your couch, eyes staring at the phone settled into your hand, a glass of wine in the other. You closed your eyes, took a deep sigh, and gulped down the glass.

You’ve talked every night, and you haven’t looked at your bank yet, but you knew that it probably wasn’t good.

“Hey,” he says, and it’s short, straight to the point, but the rest of his words tumble out like a caress against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“If you could do anything, anything at all, what would it be?” You refilled your glass, the bottle almost heavy in your hands, and you take the first sip before he even replies.

“With you?” The wine is bitter but crisp against your tongue, and behind the glass you want to whisper yes, but you couldn’t form the words around your lips.

“No,” you say instead. “No limit. If you could do anything, what would it be?”

“Look outside,” he says and you frown for just a second but you untangle your legs from underneath you and stumble off of your couch. In one hand you cradle your glass as you pull back your curtains, the dim light of the parking lot shines into your eye and for a moment you wonder if this would be like the movies. If you’d see him waiting for you underneath the street lamp with a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

But you just see the lot full of cars, trees rustling in the wind, and the quiet murmurs of the apartments around you. “What am I looking at?”

“Look up,” he says, and you do, looking into the clear night sky, the stars twinkling in the distance, and the full moon hung low in the sky. “Just you and me under the stars.”

“Exhibition kink, huh?” you laughed and you tipped the glass back to take another sip.

“You’d be beautiful under the moonlight.” You sighed, head tilted back and you closed your eyes and imagined his lips ghosting across your neck. “That noise,” he said,” what did you just think about?”

“You,” you sigh, “kissing my neck. Am I naked? I think we should be.” He laughed his low rumbling laugh and it sent tingles up your spine.

“We are,” he says, and you imagine his hands wrapped around your neck, forcing your eyes up against the sky. Your arms ache to hold him, trembling at your sides, but he would shush you, tell you to stay right where you are. He can touch you, but you can’t touch him. “You’re quiet. Means you're thinking something.”

“I thought this was supposed to be your fantasy?” You take another swing of your glass, gulping down the rest of it before placing it down on the windowsill. The wine loosens your tongue just enough that it didn’t even matter at this point. “You’re holding me down, hands around my neck, I can’t see anything but the stars above us.”

He groans, a gravel sound that spurs you on even more. “Don’t look,” he growls, and fuck, that was just enough to keep you going.

“I won’t,” you moan, and you hold your own hand against your throat, feel the pressure holding you down, and you wished that you had a free hand to move downwards. “Please, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Touch yourself,” he says, and you let out a gasp of breath the moment you release your own throat, the fingers crawling under your shorts. “I want to hear how good it feels.”

You gasp the moment you feel how slick you already are and you feel his breath hitch over the phone, the static roaring over the receiver. It makes his voice deeper, more primal almost, and you can’t help but sink a finger inside.

“Keep your eyes on the stars,” he says, and you have to force your eyes open, the lights of the parking lot and the moon blurring together as you try your hardest to do what you are told. “There’s no one here but us, I want to hear you moan. I want to hear how wet you are.”

You slip another finger in and you didn’t even have to try to moan louder, the pitch of your voice climbing higher and higher as he whispered into your ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, and you want to believe that it was true. That this was real. “Stop thinking, I just want you to feel my fingers inside you.”

You felt tears form at the corner of your eyes and you had to hold back the sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say, pulling your finger out from inside of you, sliding down to your knees as you tried not to cry.

“Why are you sorry?” he asks, and you could almost imagine the frown on his face, creasing between his brows.

“This is going to be the last time,” you say, and he’s quiet for a second, and you leaned against the wall, pulling your knees in to hug yourself. You were small, underneath the windowsill, hiding yourself away from the dim light that streamed through the open window.

“Did I--”

“No,” you say, hiding another sniffle. “No. I just. I can’t keep doing this.” He makes a quiet hmm in your ear, and you close your eyes, try to capture his voice, but he was never a man to do anything that you didn’t want.

“Can I at least answer your question?” You bite your lip, and you know that he can’t see you, but you couldn’t help the slight nod of the head.

He doesn’t speak though, even as the seconds tick by, the silence spilling out between the two of you. He waits until you slip out a hoarse croak. “Yes.”

“I want to meet you,” he says, “Out there.” You swallow down the lump in your throat, clutch your knees closer together. “I’ve imagined your voice right here, in my ear, and I turn around and it’s you.”

“You don’t know what I look like,” you say and even to your own ears, your voice is weak. He laughs that quiet reserved laugh that makes your heart flutter.

“I’ll know it’s you,” he says. “And I’ll kiss you, wherever we are. I don’t care. I’ll kiss you if you let me.” You stand up on shaky legs, the words stolen from your throat as you step towards your couch. He was always a patient man with you. He’ll wait for you to respond. You pick up the bottle of wine this time, forgoing the glass as you press your lips against the mouth to swallow.

“You’re just saying that for a paycheck.” He sighs, long and deep and you have to swallow another.

“I haven’t charged you a penny,” he says, and you almost drop the bottle, but instead drop your body onto the couch with a quiet thump before you can choke out a response.

“Why not?”

“Will you?” he asked, and you try to imagine his face, try to see the want reflected in his words, but you can’t bring yourself to imagine it. It was just the quiet expanse of your room. “Will you let me?”

“Yes,” you lie because it didn’t matter what you said this time. Not if this was the last time.

“It’s a date.”

#the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #reader-insert #my fanfiction #modernlorian

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yesvaldemarharder · 5 years

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Valerius x Thicc! Reader || Milk Me Daddy

(Originally posted on my Wattpad)

Requested by: @geekyarmorel sorry if this sucked haha ^^’ forgive me later

Includes: Teasing, oral sex (penis and mouth), fingering, exhibition kink maybe, rough oral, cumminilings (I might have spelled that wrong..), creaming, choking, and that’s it I think.

There are three things you need to know before you read this. One, she was fucked. Definitely so, all that teasing and flirting has finally caught up to her. Two, she knew she should have stopped but oh the way her loins burned for this man, how wet he made her just by looking at her. Three, Valerius could be a patient man but this had been the last straw. There was definitely no way she was getting away now.

Her face pressed against the smooth walls as he found his spot right behind her. His smaller hips pressed against her own larger ones. His hand gripping both of hers holding it behind her back as she squirmed against him. The ends of her dress shaking against the newly polished floors as the courtiers pressed harder against her.

"Stop moving, I'm not letting go."

He growled lowly into her ear and with a shudder she bit her lip. Finally she had broke him. All the teasing, touches, and words had finally made him snap.

His free hand trailed down her wide hips before he shuffled his hand under her silks pressing his dominant hand to her slick watch her toss her head back with a gasp.

"V-Val~..."

She whimpered as he pressed an open mouth kiss to her now exposed throat feeling as she swallowed. His eyes narrowed and dark rolling his middle finger in circles against her hard clit until she bucked back into him, their hips grinding together and he couldn't help the growl that left his chest.

"Shush it up. I told you not to do it."

"Y/n, dear.. don't think of what I'm pretty sure you're already thinking about.."

The male grumbled as his smooth soft lips found the rim of his wine glass once more, taking a long sip before pulling his lips away licking his lips.

She watched him, her eyes scanned to the side as she laid by him. A book in her hands and she couldn't help but bite her lip. Teasing him at the party would be hilarious, whenever she did such a thing in public he'd always end up flustered and so cute. How could she not tease him?

Calmly she looked away reading the lines in her book once more. The party didn't start until a couple hours so she had time to think of a plan.

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about."

She hummed and bright eyes looked at her and she shuddered at how intense they felt on her body.

Valerius cupped her naked thigh making her wiggle a little and he squeezed it tightly towering over her. Their eyes clashed and he frowned.

"You do. I'm serious. Don't. Do. It."

Oh, she was definitely going to do it.

Well she had done it definitely, first was them getting there. The sun had been falling getting replaced by its counterpart, the moon as the sat in the carriage. Horse hooves beating the ground as they sat next to each other. The chauffeur calling out to them how it'd only be a little while till they got there.

Valerius held his glass of wine as he always did in one hand, his head resting in the other as he looked out the window to watch the sky darken.

To be honest he hated these parties, taking the time to introduce himself as the consul when he could be at home resting in his bed alongside his lover. He could be kissing her softly and petting her wide hips carefully showing how much he loved her and her squishy body. He sighed lightly before raising the glass to his lips once more closing his lips on the rim and taking a slip.

Suddenly he jerked letting out a choked sound as he pulled the glass away, covering his mouth at the coughing fit that built in his chest. His eyes sharp looking to the girl who perked, her hand test awfully close to his crotch rubbing slowly at his inner thigh. Lucio gave him a confused look which he forced a calm look gripping the girl's hand with his free one before giving her a look.

He didn't need words to tell her to stop. To behave herself while at this party, his look was enough. She stopped of course to tilt her head away, hiding a rather prominent smirk.

The second being while he was speaking to the courtiers, she stood in front of him as he caressed her (h/l) (h/c) hair. They most likely weren't paying attention but they sure acted like it. He stopped from a second when she pushed her hips back against his smaller but firm ones. A startled gasp leaving his lips. They noticed it, Vulgora lifting a neat brow while Valdemar smirked lightly. Volta peering up confused while Vlastomil blushed lightly.

The third time had been while he was chatting with the countess at the drink table refilling his glass for perhaps the 20th time in the last hour. Y/n had approached him a smile on her lips after talking to that ever so worrying doctor who he definitely NEVER got jealous over. She wrapped her arms around him pressing against his back making a warmth blossom.

For a second he smiled, happy she was showing him attention only for a deep blush to cover his features as her hands slipped under his clothes and into his trousers gripping his soft cock. It took nothing but a few strokes to get him fuzzy as he bit his lip lowering his head a heavy blush on his cheeks, hand crushing the glass forming a crack.

Nadia didn't even have the chance to ask if he was fine before Valerius set down the glass with a light slam. He then turned grabbing his lover's wrist gripping it when she jumped.

"Sorry Countess, Nadia. I must leave for a moment with Y/n here. Please excuse us."

He stared down at you. Gaze looming and sharp and she couldn't help the shudder than ran over her whole body, legs rubbing together for a second. Valerius watched the movement closely before whisking her away through the crowd.

She started to cry when her third orgasm crashed over her, shaking her body to the core as her cream surrounded his fingers dripping onto the polished floors. She trembled in his lap, tight ropes digging into the flesh of her wrist as her toes curled and thighs twitched over his own. She could hear his low pants and feel his bulge pressing firmly against his pants but he just wouldn't give in.

Her voice was fucked up, broken and breathless as she called out to him.

"V-Valer- AH! Val!~"

She cried out tossing her head back as he harshly curled his fingers smearing her creams as he rubbed the roof of her messy pussy. He watched her humming against her neck as he used his thighs to keep her open. They had found a bedroom, Valerius had shove her inside the second they had gotten away from the crowd. They faced the door way as he sat on the bed milking her pussy like the cute little fuck she was. To be honest he wanted them to get caught, to show how lewd his lovable fluffy wife was when she begged for his cock. Hell, he even shuddered at the thought.

He gave a dark smirk before reaching up her body, soft but strong hands rolling over her soft stomach past her delicious hard nipples to her smooth throat that he planned on marking up soon enough. His digits wrapped around her squeezing her as she let out a choked moan just the way he thought she would. His eyes seemed to glow in the moon lit room like the beast that he secretly was. The beast she didn't know he was.

His fingers slipping from her trembling open pussy, he creams following slipping onto the floor as she went limp against her whimpering as tears soaked her eyes.

Her legs jumping as he slapped her clit then her tired sloppy hole before he twisted her clit watching how her body move on it's own trying to get away but captured by the painful pleasure.

"V-Val ack!~"

She choked as his hand tightened, he peered over her shoulder looking at her tear stained cheeks and blood red cheeks.

"Are you sorry? Do you apologize for what you'd done? Do you want me to forgive you?"

He spoke slowly, voice low as he kissed her earlobe fingers lightly touching over her clit as he looked at her. She nodded shakily choking out a yes and slowly the hand around her neck dropped and she coughed taking in air. He pushed her down on the floor as she turned to face him thighs still shaking as he looked down at her with a demonic gaze. The bulge in his slacks ready to burst out and make a presentation of sorts.

She felt..dread. Now she knew how serious he had been and upon realizing it she pulled out his cock blushing at the hiss he gave as cool air ran over the soaked head.

"Go ahead..suck it Darling."

He encouraged and she opened her mouth before sinking down his head, her eyes teary as she looked up at him watching as he tossed his head back and cursed. One of his hands moving to her hair petting it, running his hand through it as she bobbed her head carefully. That is until his second hand grabbed her head.

"Come on Darling, take all of me yes!"

Valerius called out as he slammed her head down forcing his cock down her throat as she gagged, eyes wide and tears falling, cheeks crimson red and hands grabbing at his thighs.

He had been holding on so long that he couldn't help it. Couldn't help how rough he was being or how he shot his cum down her throat watching as her eyes rolled back and her cheeks puffed up, cum slipping from the corners of her mouth as he held her head shaking thanks to his orgasm, eyes slitted.

"That's it, good girl."

Ok guys I know it's short but literally I've been working on this for like the last two weeks in a half. I had to get it out.

I was going to put some penetration in this but I got lazy and I gotta shit so yeah. Not to mention I still have many other requests for different fandoms so I must work on those as well.

Ugh really wish I got paid for this shit but whatever...

Sorry if it jumps all over the place as well. I'm only human.

Hope you guys liked it anyway. I might do a part two idk.

-A

#the arcane game #arcana game #im thirsty #valerius #consul valerius #the arcana smut #count lucio #nadia satrivana #x reader #reader insert #thicc reader

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itsyourjoon · 5 years

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Gameplay

Requested by: @badbitchito

Wang Ziyi x reader x Cai Xukun

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: alcohol, threesome, oral (recieving and giving),

A/N: I had this written for a long time but I didn’t know if they even want it anymore so I was like Imma leave it for now hehe... anyways idk how to feel after posting this but it is my first smut hh which the actual smut part ain’t that long so sorry hehh :/

Summary: A party to relieve stress is quite needed but... games are also needed aren’t they?

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Your eyes scanned the party for some worthy individuals of your personal interest. Anyone down for some fun. Anyone not too drunk like Yue Yue and his girlfriend, Xianfen, were right now, dancing wildly against each other.

Xiao Gui often threw parties like this even in the middle of the year. And you were often down for some high school fun. His parties were known for unusual events. Like how Justin Huang, your good friend often made smaller fireworks even if it wasn’t needed, because he would then accidentaly burn something and the events would unfold with everyone dancing around the fire not caring that it could burn them as well, too intoxicated to care to be honest.

You finally saw the person you knew the best at this party. You stood up from your spot on the couch, beer in hand and sqeezing past everyone dancing, you intentionally disturbed the drunk couple.

“Sorry!” You shouted loudly over the bass of the music. You didn’t mean it. “Justin! What are you up to?”

Justin heard you without even trying too hard. Parties were boring to him that’s why he usually made them better for his entertainment so his thoughts were easily distracted.

“Bored out of my wits! There is no good girls here, the only one being Xianfen but she’s taken of course.” He glanced at the said female and her partner making out and obviously grinding at each other in the middle of the living room, where the party was mainly going on. Your eyes followed to the couple in mind and you smiled at yourself.

“They’re so dumb honestly. If they don’t end up having sex on the couch or the kitchen counter by the end of this party something is off with their usual selves then.” Justin laughed at your comment knowing all too well the couple’s actions on the previous parties.

“True. Hey Y/n, how ‘bout we spice this party up for ourselves a bit? Whoever does at least anything more than that,” he pointed to Yue Yue and Xianfen doing the same as before – for now, “by the end of this poor excuse of a party wins 400 yuan. How about that?” you drank a sip of your beer, mulling over his offer of this personal fun. Finally seeing that your wallet could handle losing or winning 400 yuan you accepted his offer. “Good. Then it’s settled. Two people separately are worth one point each. More people together are worth the square of the number. Got it?” Hmm… it was interesting of course. And entertaining too.

“Deal. Prepare the 400 yuan. And remember the ‘victims’ of the night.” Justin just smiled at your little threat. He gave you a sly wink and left into the sea of high schoolers. You knew him too well so you knew what that wink meant.

‘You know I’ll be the one receiving the cash.’

Game on.

Going straight to the kitchen to pour another drink or two you immediately noticed two guys there. Two guys you recognised. Two guys who would hopefully be down to some freaky fun time. But the two guys you would also avoid.

Cai Xukun and Wang Ziyi.

You get closer carefully, knowing what the guys are like.

Wang Ziyi is what you’d call the ‘king’* of the high school. The only people not obeying him were the principal and maybe 3 professors or maybe even less. Everyone feared him for the vibe he gave off. Tattoos painting his skin and a piercing on his lip, that he often rolls between his teeth, the metal in his upper ear lobes just a cherry on top to his fearful look. But his black slicked hair gave him a different energy. The one that would pull you closer, rather than make you turn the other way around.

Cai Xukun looked less dangerous with only two or three earrings, but the power his family’s money held was unspeakable. He too was a bit feared but not as much as Ziyi was. Xukun was friendly and rather approached people than wait for them to approach him since he knew what they thought of him. A rich and powerful kid. He looked less terrifying, but he did keep a ‘resting bitch face’ most of the time, that’s why everyone thought he hated them, so they avoided him for it. On the contrary people said he was really nice.

You didn’t know the boys noticed you but they did.

“And what is a lady like you doing here?” You instantly freeze at Ziyi’s voice, not used to talking to you. Despite you being known as a girl with elite class, style and a certain attitude you were by no means someone that would hang out with them knowing that at least Ziyi could mean danger.

“I’m… just here to get some drinks. Have some fun… then leave I guess.” Your trembling voice actually reached his ears and he nodded knowingly.

“Wanna join us?”

To be honest you weren’t up for that. If they were anything like people said Ziyi could easily beat you up and Xukun… well he’d do you no harm but safety’s first.

“Thanks for the offer. I have to find my friend.” After saying that you rushed out the kitchen and back into the living room.

Disappearing into the crowd of people with two drinks in hand you didn’t notice they kept on watching you and followed you there. It was their little hunt too. A deer hiding from its hunter. To them it was a game.

Dancing in the crowd you felt hands snake around your shoulders.

“Y/n! I’m glad you could make it!” The petite man that hosted this party was another good friend of yours so you knew it was him immediately.

“Gui! Yea of course I’d come. I need this in my life and you know it.” Xiao Gui let go of the friendly hug and started dancing with you. “Hiding from Bu Fan?”

The guy abruptly nodded, grabbed one of the cups in your hand and drank it one go, casually throwing the now empty cup on the floor, letting other people smash it as they sway their bodies to the music.

“Oh yeah. That man is searching everywhere for me ‘cause I made him lose a game of beer pong and wants to beat me up for it.” You laughed because you knew how the latter man was. A tall giant, that appears dangerous, but in reality is the friendliest, most playful man alive.

Talking about the man, his tall figure appeared from the doorway to another room, eyes searching for the smaller man.

“Xiao Gui you little snake! Come here!”

Hearing his voice, Gui picked up his pace and ran away from him to hide. As they went past you, Bu Fan chasing Gui, you noticed that two pairs of eyes were on you. Looking in that direction you saw the two men, who you ran into in the kitchen, your tank top and ripped jean shorts suddenly became too revealing.

They were both watching you with the same kind of aura that pulled you to them more than chased you away.

Well I could get 4 points with this.

With that thought in your head, you decided to tease them, starting dancing as sexily as you could. Letting their eyes linger on your body, you sent them many seductive looks, a lip bite here and there. The alcohol in your system gave you the courage to even touch some parts of yourself, while looking straight at them.

Xukun didn’t worry about hiding his liking. His eyes were scanning your body as he was tugging at his bottom lip. Ziyi on the other hand was just lazily smirking, hoping that you would make him more entertained than this.

As if reading his mind you made your way to them, making sure to tease them on the way there as well.

“I think I’ll accept that offer if it still stands.” You say immediately when you near them. Ziyi just smirks and chuckles a bit.

“Oh not the only thing standing right now baby.” His sudden confession bloomed some pride in your chest, which connected directly to the wanting ache in your core. Your botttom lip got tugged by your teeth as you quickly glanced at the noticable buldge in his tracksuit. Paying attention to Ziyi you didn’t notice hands on your waist and something probably equally hard pressed against your lower back.

“Why don’t you make up for the mess you caused then huh?” His voice sent shivers down your spine and a bite at your earlobe made you curve your ass towards him.

“I- I could do that. If you’d like me to.”

Rubbing against him Xukun let out a low hiss at the friction. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to him, giving you a sloppy kiss exploring your mouth. He smelled a bit of alcohol but it didn’t bother you too much since you knew you probably did too.

At the view Ziyi didn’t waste any time. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on, grabbed your face, turning you to him as soon as the kiss with Xukun ended.

He took his time with that and explored your mouth, rubbing himself against your lower front to get himself off a bit. You moaned in his mouth even though you were highly aware that people could still hear but you couldn’t care less.

“Let’s check if any of the rooms are free. Please.” You begged when he broke the kiss. The guys looked at each other and smirked.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.”

As soon as the three of you entered the nearest empty room Ziyi undid your shorts, lowering to your neck to leave his marks. Xukun rather took off his own clothes and later your top to leave you in your black lace underwear.

“Fuck she’s so hot, Ziyi take a look at her.” One of his hands snaked from behind you, kneading your breasts while the other rested on your waist pulling your body to his, allowing him to kiss your neck and shoulders. The wetness that started pooling in your panties ever since you started making out with them in the middle of the whole party was now almost soaking through.

The more Xukun kneaded your breast the louder your moans became and you could see how it affected them both.

“Fuck. Kun bring her over to the bed. I can’t wait any longer.” Ziyi was rubbing himself over his boxers before you were guided to the bed.

As you sat down Xukun kissed you again, moving downwards after it, unclasping your bra at the same time. As he let it fall to the sheets he massaged the flesh of your right boob while sucking on the hardened nipple of the left one.

In the meantime Ziyi moved from his spot on the edge of the bed to between your legs, spreading them apart. He started rubbing your thighs while kissing and biting right next to your wanting core.

“Ziyi… please stop teasing. Just do it.” At that Ziyi looked up at you with lust-filled eyes, raising a brow.

To give you what you wanted he rubbed your clit through your panties making you moan loudly and as on que Xukun bit down on your boob and the moan changes to a scream of pleasure.

Ziyi removed your panties to reveal your wanting pussy for him.

“She’s dripping. How ‘bout we take care of that Kun?” Xukun released your nipple with a pop and gave it one last lick before answering.

“You take care of that I have my problem I want her to take care of.” Xukun didn’t even bother with Ziyi he just gave you one of the dirtiest looks that made you do whatever he wanted. You looked down to his crotch to see his dick outlined by his boxers, underwear stained by the leaking precum.

At his friends statement Ziyi just nodded and dove right down between your legs as if he would be eating his very last meal.

You started moaning out of pleasure and threw your head back. Xukun grabbed a fistful of your hair to lift your head and you noticed he put his boxers down, setting his dick free. It was long and thick, making you question how you would even fit it in your mouth.

Supporting yourself on one hand you grabbed Xukun’s dick with the other putting it in your mouth. Ziyi’s tongue explored your pussy, entering it in and out at a tourturous pace at the moment. He sped up for a bit giving you intense pleasure and you moaned around Xukun’s member as he thrusted in your mouth. The vibrations from your throat went straight to him in your mouth and he released a sinful moan on enjoyment.

Ziyi added a finger inside you making moan again and Xukun pushed himself deep enough so that he was all inside your mouth. The sensation was too much for your throat and you moaned again sending yet another wave of pleasure to him.

Xukun didn’t even bother going slow. He was hitting the back of your throat as fast as he could, but without making you gag. At the same time Ziyi was hitting your own spot over and over again, while you answered to his pleasing with muffled moans and occasional whines.

It was only a few more hits to your spot that made you moan louder than before wanting to tell them that you’re close.

“Hold on baby. Just a bit more. Fuck I’m close too.” He was getting sloppy due to his approaching orgasm. But he still couldn’t catch up with the orgasm Ziyi was giving you.

It hit all of a sudden. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, moans escaping you as the whiteness in your vision dissipated. In what felt like just another second Xukun’s white strings were sprung all over your face, offering him the beautiful sight of you coded with his cum as he took some of it from your cheeks with his finger and put it in your mouth as you subconsciously licked it off.

As soon as you came back to your senses both boys were lapping their tongues at your lower parts drinking up your orgasm themselves. Seeing that it made you even more ready for the next round, whatever they might decide it would be.

Ziyi just tapped Xukun’s shoulder and the younger boy gave him space. He put his own boxers down now as well rolling a condom on himself. Pushing you down on the mattress he dived straight for your collarbones, biting and nipping at all the sking his mouth could get in contact with.

His cock entering you caused a sting in your abdomen, still sensitive from your last orgasm. At that you let out a little yelp and to shut you up Xukun decided to kiss you.

You responded to his kiss and moaned in his mouth as Ziyi started thrusting in you with full force. After a while he just sped up, still going on with the same brute force making you think he might split you in half. For exstra pleasure Xukun put his hand between your bodies and started rubbing your clit at the same pace Ziyi was thrusting in you.

“F- fuck I’m close.” Ziyi muttered to the both of you, grabbing under your thigh and putting it around his waist to hit you from another angle. At that you moaned in Xukun’s mouth exploring yours trying to let them both know you’re close again too.

Xukun got the hint and started rubbing you at a faster pace, stimulating your clit into a faster orgasm.

This one was even harder than the first one, making you almost scream in Xukun’s mouth and losing all power you possibly had left.

As Ziyi spilled into the condom he gently put your leg from around his waist, on the bed where you laid and discarded of the condom. Xukun ran his hand over your body, cupping your cheek and gently kissing your forehead.

“Thank you so much for this Y/n. It was really fun.” At that you smiled fondly at him.

People were just afraid of their power. Otherwise they’re both really nice.

All three of you climbed under the duvet, knowing Xiao Gui wouldn’t mind if you slept over. Xukun and Ziyi were both close to you no matter that it was probably just a one-time thing.

You’ll just have to see how this will unfold next morning.

#idol producer #idol producer smut #nine percent #nine percent smut #wang ziyi #wang ziyi smut #cai xukun #cai xukun smut #reader x xukun #reader x ziyi #reader insert #cpop scenarios #cai xukun scenarios #wang ziyi scenarios

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peachyzens · 6 years

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car washer! junhui au

genre: fluffffff summary: the thought of working in the blazing sun all the day made you dread coming to work, but not if there was someone there to make everything better (2,363 words) a/n: i know i originally planned for jun to be a barista…but the thought of this was too good to pass but anyways idk if there’s a technical term for this job so !!! series masterlist can be found here!

alright so junhui

when he moved to seoul from china he needed a job that required little to no conversation with people since he was still learning the language

so he ended up finding a job as a car washer!!!

it was more labor intensive than what he preferred but it was something he could do

not to mention it was a great arm workout

so anyways, junhui would be THAT person out in the sun, wearing sleeveless white tanks, have his hair messily slicked back, while rocking a pair of aviators

we all know what happens to white clothes when it gets wet! it becomes see through

so needless to say, junhui brought in a lot of business LMAo

people would be driving down the street and then when they see him holding and waving around a sign for a car wash with a little smirk on his face, they are intrigued

like why is this model guy out here??? washing cars and not walking down a runway???

good question

junhui would ALSO be that guy that when he reaches over the windshield, he flexes

he knows the people inside are watching and probably drooling

so he just has that knowing smirk on his face

people would give him quite the generous tips, in which he responds with genuine smiles

who would’ve known that a job as a car washer could pay so well! only if you’re junhui

so anyways

you too were looking for a part time job

and after countless applications to restaurants, stores, basically anywhere

the only place that called back was for a car washing job!!!

you were honestly very tempted to turn it down, considering you applied not even thinking they would get to you

but luck works out in mysterious ways!!!

so you say screw it and go for it

and you got it!!!!! much to your despair!!!!!!

let’s just say you are not much of an outdoorsy person, you prefer to be in a nice air conditioned room rather than outside in the smoldering heat

but a job is a job, and you needed money

plus this was one of few jobs that would take tips so!!! extra $$$

so on your first day, dread filling your system, you walk up to the little kiosk that is your new workplace

where you are greeted by none other than the man!!! wen junhui!!!

and you were kinda starstruck for a moment because w o w he is a beautiful man

but then he kinda just gave you a small smirk and nod before he was off

snapping back to reality

you go in and greet your boss, who was expecting you

“y/n you’re here!!! oh, did you see junhui on his way out?? that’s going to be your new coworker!” he spoke enthusiastically to you

so now you had a name to the cute face

but then you realized he said coworker and you almost flipped

that means…you would be seeing that model man for the entirety of your career there

maybe it wasn’t that bad of a job after all heheh

so yeah your boss talks you through the basics

often referring to junhui as he was in the middle of washing a car right now

basically you were going to be his assistant lmao

so without further ado, you start working!

you and junhui developed a system where you would soak the lower parts of the car that you could reach, while junhui would take on the higher parts to flex

and by the time you were done with your first car, you were ready to take a break

but of course!!! another car pulls in

and you just have a done look on your face and you hear junhui chuckle a bit at you before nodding his head towards the car, a sign of him telling you to join him

so you do

and this is how the rest of your first day goes

you and junhui actually didn’t share any words at all, you thought he couldn’t talk until you heard him thank the customers that would come out to give him a tip

but you heard the little bit of an accent in his voice so you pieced all the puzzle pieces together

he was a foreigner unfamiliar with the language, not an unsocial butterfly!!

so the next day, you gathered up your courage to finally introduce yourself to him!!

“i’m y/n, by the way”

“i know”

“oh ok”

and that was IT

literally you cringing internally at that conversation

but you convinced yourself he would eventually open up to you!!!

so after that, you guys only did share the smallest talk

“hi how are you”

“good how are you”

“good”

the more you went to your job the more you didn’t mind it, you just wished you and junhui would talk more so you aren’t bored out of your mind

when it would be really slow, you both would go out to the sidewalk with your signs and just wave them around, gathering more attention

and even though junhui was smiling and putting on a show for the crowd, it was dead silent between you two

basically you thought junhui hated you and you were ready to quit

but one day, one day finally

junhui ACTUALLY started a conversation with you!!!

and you kind of just stared at him with a look as if he just saved the earth from global warming

and he just blankly stared at you back

“what brought you here?” he asked

and after an short and awkward staring contest, you finally snapped out of it to respond

“i needed a job”

“me too”

and it was silent again

but nope, you gathered your courage to continue a conversation he actually started because who knows when this would happen again!!!

“what brought you to this job?” you asked him

he kind of just stared at you with a blank look as he was processing your words

“i needed a job with no talking”

you nodded in understanding

“where are you from?” you asked, shocked at how you guys were ACTUALLy having a conversation after weeks of working together

“china” he responded, and you nodded in understanding

that ended up being the last of your conversation but its ok!!! that’s enough progress for a day

so the next day, junhui greets you with a smile that is bigger than his small little smirks he used to always give

and this time, he’s initiating the conversation with you!!

he’s asking you more questions about yourself, like about your family, your preferences

and you guys are actually having a good time talking to each other!!!

you noticed how much he improved in speaking his newly learned language confidently, and you told him that

to which he actually responded with a sheepish smile

“i’m sorry i didn’t talk much at first, i was nervous”

“it’s alright!! i understand, it’s hard learning a new language, but you can always ask me for help!!” and he thought about your offer with a smile!

and he really did take you up on that offer, because the next day at work he would ask you some questions he had about the korean language, and you would gladly answer

you even taught him more vocab!!

this would happen basically every day at work, junhui’s korean abilities grew while your friendship with him grew!

it grew to the point where you guys would even hangout on your days off!!!

junhui once mentioned how the only places he goes to are work and his apartment, which made you a lil sad

so you promised to take him out to some of your favorite spots!!!

even though you were inwardly panicking at yourself for suggesting what might seem like a date, junhui wholeheartedly agreed!

and that is how you guys found yourselves at one of your favorite barbecue places on your days off

you honestly thought it would be awkward, but it was not!!!

junhui has gotten way more confident in conversing with you

“by the way, i never got to thank you for helping me and my korean, also for encouraging me! so thank you” he said one day over a meal

you were honestly melting and your cheeks were probably blushing, but junhui was too focused on his food to notice

“no problem, i’m glad i could be a help!!!”

you two practically became best friends, mainly since you guys saw each other basically every day

now you looked forward to going to work, since you now had a good friend that made time go by way faster!

junhui would teasingly splash water on you, causing you to splash some back

and it ends up in a water fight that ends when your boss comes out to see the both of you drenched

and of course, junhui is in his white tshirt and you try to ignore the outline of his abs but you can’t help but take a few peeks

“are you checking me out?” he would call you out with a smirk

“w-what no!!!! i thought there was something on your shirt” you stuttered as you suddenly found an interest in the rocks in the pavement

“it’s alright, since it’s you i’ll let it slide” he spoke smoothly

and you were just cursing inside your head like when did he become so smooth!!! is this what you taught him????

“um yeah oKay then let’s get to washing cars a ha!!!” you said as awkward as possible as you just ran to the new car to avoid his knowing stare

junhui just chuckled at you

he has noticed you taking some sneak peeks of when his white shirt would get soaked

but he wasn’t in the position to say anything when he admired how you would run your fingers through your hair at times

aNyWaYs

you both harbored a tiny lil crush on each other but you both were too afraid to damage your friendship that neither of you acted on it!!!

until oNe day

when an old friend of yours came into town

you were just so excited to see him that you cancelled all your plans with junhui on your guys day off

“what am i going to do without you i’m going to be so bored and locked up in my house :(“ he would whine to you when you told him

you would just roll your eyes back at him

“jun i think you can speak enough korean to go out and about no problem”

“you don’t know that!!!”

“i DO know that since i taught you something like everyday for the past months”

“well still, i’m going to sit at home and wait until you come back :<“ he pouted

and your heart just melted

not only at his adorable little face but because of his WORDS

you have noticed that junhui would speak to you in flirty ways sometime but you would just brush it off, thinking it’s just his personality

meanwhile junhui..is questioning your density

he is wondering why you haven’t questioned him about anything when he has been so blatantly trying to make a move for the past weeks now

it did take him a lot of thinking of whether or not he should go for you or not, but he is determined that y’all are soulmates so he wasn’t backing down now!!!!

and when he was finally fed up with it, he kinda just confessed to you in a casual way

it all started on a day when you both were washing a car

and today you were more noticeably in a good mood

“why are you so perky today it’s so weird” he asked you from the other side of the car

“shutup and let me live, i know you love me” you retorted sarcastically

and this was where normally junhui would be like “gross no stay away from me” as apart of your guys friendship,,, but he just

“yeah i really do” he just stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world it was

and you were so ready to retort something sassy back when you were just like “wait what”

he just stands up from his side of the car and looks at you straight in the eye

“i don’t know if you noticed but i really do like you, i’ve been purposely flirting with you for the past month to get you to notice but you never did so i give up and i’m just saying it now”

CUE YOUR SILLY BLUSHY SELF

noticing your reddening cheeks, he just smiled that happy smile that always came out when you were around

you couldn’t believe what you just heard so you just began cleaning the lower part of the car to avoid his adoring eyes and smile that made you melt

“s hutup and get back to work” you would say through the midst of your burning cheeks and beating heart

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize junhui made his way over to your side

“so is that a yes?”

you yelped and fell on your butt, not expecting him to be there and put his face SO CLOSE TO YOURS

“oh my god i hate you!!!! and yes to what??” you smacked him as he bursted out laughing at your clumsy self, before rolling his eyes at you playing dumb

“to my confession, what else did i ask you in the past five minutes?” he stated nonchalantly, helping you clean your side of the car

and just when you thought you calmed down your heart and cheeks, it started to race again

“yeah i guess” you stated, trying to be nonchalant like him

junhui just looked over to you with an amused smirk and raised eyebrow

but when he saw your burning cheeks, he knew that you felt the same way

so with a quick kiss to your cheek, junhui ran off back to the other side

and you both were smiling like the little lovestruck dorks you were ❤️

#seventeen #jun #junhui #wen junhui #jun scenarios #seventeen scenarios #jun au #seventeen au #yay i finally finished it #and i am pretty happy with it!!#uwu

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girlbetweenryosuke · 6 years

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“Rogue and Reigning” -- Chapter I

Chapter I: The Rogue Prince

Note: Hello! Ok so u might be thinking oh my god she’s making another story she aint gon finish bUT wait ok i swear im going to finish this. ALSO yes i didn’t put a watermark on the title thing bc it kind of ruins it?? I quite like it like really simple ya kno idk but anyway those aren’t my photos so ofc there’s no need for my watermark hAHAHAH

Teaser: (I don’t really have a good teaser so this is an excerpt from the second chapter)

“I’m someone who wants to step up, and you are someone who wants to step down. But quite surprisingly, we are both outcasts. I want the throne, and yet I am not given it. You want to be a commoner, and yet you are forced to wear a crown. I guess it’s natural that we envy each other... But maybe that’s why somehow, we complete each other. Opposites attract,

and I am well over attracted to you.”

“No.”

The word this young princess feared to hear the most. That’s especially when that was the answer to a request that she had built up an abundance of courage for. She was sitting on a cushioned seat, hands on her lap, ankles crossed and to the side as she sat up straight. She followed all the rules, she had all the manners, she was deemed as a perfect princess—and this was the only time she was willing to go against that title.

“Father, please.”, she begged as the king sat on his seat behind the desk. His arms on each armrest and legs apart as he huffed. “I cannot allow you to be the crowned queen.”, he said as Y/N looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. “But father,”, she looked up, scared to look him in the eyes. “I am the first-born child. I can be a good leader. I have been studying every single detail about our country’s history, politics, and economy since I have been a toddler. I am very much prepared!”, she continued.

The king leaned forward, sitting up from leaning on his chair as he looked her in her eyes. “Y/N, my dear, you have been studying our history, am I correct?”, he asked, and Y/N nodded, “Yes.”. “Then you must know that throughout our family’s 449-year reign, no woman has been appointed as a queen.”, he said the words that annoyed Y/N the most. “Goodness, even your mother wasn’t a queen. Women in this monarchy are only princesses. They cannot hold such power a king can have.”, he said.

Y/N huffed, looking away and shaking her head. “Well then, I suggest that there be a change.”, she looked him back in the eye as she regained confidence. This. This was the thing that drove Y/N to want to rule as queen. She wanted to prove that a woman can be leader-material. What a man can do, a woman can do too. Aside from that, she had planned for ages on what she wanted to change in her country of Seina.

Seina is an archipelago off the east coast of Japan. Since they were so near Japan, it was once part of it during the Heian period to around half of the Edo period. After they were separated from the country back in 1569, they were colonized by Europe and their first language of Japanese was mixed with English, creating their now first language, Seinese; their now second language, Japanese. The monarchy began with their first king, King Morita. He wrote in his will that his crown must be passed to a man, not a woman, and no one really understood why, but that is why kings must always have sons, no matter what. Y/N’s great-grandfather was the last child of 12 siblings, all of them being girls, which explains how grave they take his will.

And Y/N wants to know why.

She loved her country, that’s why she wanted to fix it. Poverty rates were rising, the economy was on the brink of collapsing, riots were forming here and there, and there was no escaping from the reality that her father’s reign was one of the worst. On top of that, the idea of misogynism was evident in the country taking from its beliefs that men and women aren’t equal beings. She went to charity works, she’d immersed with the crowd to study what wasn’t included in history books. She knew what had to be done, and she knew she had to do it now.

“There’s no need for a change when you have a little brother who is an heir to the throne.”, he replied. “Father, he is 6-years-old.”, she said with pity for her sibling who will soon be holding the burden of the crown. “In a year, once you’ve stepped down, Hiro will only be 7. He’s merely a child!”, she ranted. His forehead puckered, seemingly beginning to be annoyed at her words.

“Don’t paint be as a bad man when I am only following traditions.”, he urged. “Next year will be my 50th year of reign, and you know what that means, right?”, he asked as she gulped and nodded. “Every 50 years, we have to appoint the heir of the throne as king. In a year, I will teach him everything that Hiro needs to know.”, he said. “I will begin with manners, but apparently you need a brush up on your manners too.”, he said, setting Y/N aback as she silently scoffed to herself. “Do not be late for your flight to Japan, you must learn more about our history with them before you create these unrealistic ambitions for yourself. You are dismissed.”, he flicked his hand away, gesturing her to leave. She bit the inside of her cheek, standing up and bowing deeply, her right hand hesitantly on her left chest, “Excuse me.”. She left the room with fire in her chest, feeling anger in her veins.

She had more than one reason for wanting to be a queen. She loved her country, she loved to serve, she wanted to break the foolish traditions and on top of that—

“Y/N…”, her brother approached her, tugging on the sleeves of her dress. She turned around to see Hiro, teary-eyed, and pouting. She pouted, squatting down to hug her brother, petting the back of his head. “Did he say yes?”, he faltered. Y/N looked down as tears started to drip down her cheek, “No.”, she hesitantly answered as the little boy’s breath hitched. He then began to wail, face red, strings of saliva appeared when he opened his mouth and his face wet with tears. She rubbed his small back as she comforted him. “I don’t want to be the king. I don’t want to be the king.”, he cried.

On top of that, Y/N loved her little brother.

In her room, she let her body fall on her bed, feeling tired from putting a brave front to confront her father. “If it meant to rule a country, I wish I was a man.”, she said to herself, arms on her forehead as she stared at the ceiling. Then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”, she said as she heard the door open and close. “Princess Y/N, someone wishes to have an audience with you.”, her trusted maid, Kiera, said. “Who is that someone?”, Y/N asked as Kiera cleared her throat. “He wishes for me to not reveal his name.”, she repressed a smile.

Then, Y/N, sprang up, knowing exactly who “he” was. She slipped on a robe and ran out into the corridor, Kiera frantically trying to catch up to her. Y/N quickly ran downstairs and out into the front courtyard to find the most dashing man in her eyes, Riinen. Riinen is her best friend, a son of a cabinet member. His caramel-colored hair was always slicked back, he had gray-blue eyes and thick brows. He always looked neat, not a strand of hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his shirt, neither a spot on his shoes unpolished. She loved him—well to be fair, everyone did. He was a truly perfect man.

But the thing Y/N wishes she could see, was the true him. She’d never seen him cry, despite the many times he had seen her cry. She’d never seen him tired or sweat, he always looked like some Ken doll. She’d never seen him in his casual clothing, he’s always in a white long-sleeved polo, and black slacks and black polished shoes. She wanted to see more of him. She wanted to fall more in love with him, but he was acting like a prince that doesn’t break walls to let people in. She hated that—well to be fair, everyone did.

She jumped to him, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed his cheek as he carried her. “I missed you!”, she pulled away and he laughed, “Not as much as I missed you, Your Highness.”. She let go of him, letting her feet touch the ground again. She gestured for them to walk together to which he nodded. Her maid followed along, out of hearing-range so that they could privately talk. “So how was Canada?”, she asked, “It was extremely cold!”, he complained, a smile on his face as he rubbed his shoulders, pretending to shiver.

“Colder than Mt. Sundire?”, she asked, pertaining to the coldest mountain in Seina. “Colder than Mt. Sundire.”, he nodded, and she shivered. “Was it fun, though?”, she asked, looking up at him. “Oh, for sure it was. Mary and I had a great time sight-seeing and such.”, he smiled. She looked down at the thought that he was having fun with another girl. “Hey, don’t be so sad.”, he lightly turned her shoulders to turn to him. She looked into his dreamy eyes as she gulped. “Mary is just a girl, so don’t be so jealous.”, he smiled.

She blushed remembering that Riinen did in fact know that Y/N loves him. He’s already accepted it, and even teases her for it. Although he has never been clear with his feelings, he does show his affection to her, making Y/N both confused and happy at the same time. As she looked into his eyes, she noticed how cold looking they were, beautiful, but unwelcoming. They say a person’s eyes were the windows to one’s soul, and yet she couldn’t see anything in them. His eyes were empty. “Would you like to go out with me? Have a little drink?”, he asked her, and she pursed her lips and hesitantly shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I have to fly to Japan today, I have an official meeting with the Emperor’s grandchildren.”, she pouted.

That was a lie. No, the official meeting was not the lie, but the true reason behind Y/N visiting Japan is not for her to meet the Emperor’s grandchildren. The real reason as to why she was going there was to research more about why Seina was separated from Japan. She needed an explanation as to why there were so many misogynistic traditions in their culture. And, she desperately needed an answer as to why the first king, King Morita, did not want women to lead the country.

He smiled and tilted his head, then pouting, “I guess I’ll have to drink alone again, Your Highness.”. “Hey, don’t drunk text me again, alright?”, she smiled, lightly pushing his chest as he laughed. “Princess Y/N.”, Kiera bowed with her hand on her chest and called her. Y/N turned to her and nodded, “It is time to leave. Your luggage is all packed and placed in the vehicle and is waiting for your arrival.”, she said as Y/N pursed her lips and nodded. “Alright.”. “I guess I’ll be going now.”, she smiled and patted Riinen’s chest. “See you!”. “See you, Your Highness!”.

After Y/N changed into her proper clothes, she rode a limousine to the airport, and from there, she rode an airplane to Japan. It only took an hour until she was already stepping on the Japanese grounds. She was greeted by various politicians, performers, and had to pass and greet different people before she was able to be in her own private space in a car.

“Are you alright, Princess Y/N?”, Kiera asked, sitting in the front seat next to the driver. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.”, she replied, sighing and looking out the window. She examined the environment, finding everything beautiful and amazing how color coded-like the city was. The streets were clean, and very seldom would you see a piece of trash on the ground. It was very much different from Seina where the streets of the rural areas would have trash and homeless people. She wishes to fix that—very soon.

They arrived at the palace, Y/N noticing 3 women of her age lined up with a little boy in the middle. The driver opened the door for her, and she stepped out as the four of them bowed to her, “Good afternoon, Princess Y/N.”, they said in unison. Y/N smiled and returned the bow, with her hand on her left chest, “Good afternoon, Princess Chihiro, Princess Misaki, Prince Mamoru, and Princess Airi.”. It was a mouthful to say all of their names, just imagine if there were more.

She was then led into the palace with smiles as they toured her around. She noticed how Chihiro held Mamoru’s hand, and how young he truly is. “Prince Mamoru is the heir to the throne, isn’t he?”, Y/N said, and they nodded, Mamoru showing a wide smile on his face. “I hear your baby brother is too?”, Misaki asked, and Y/N hesitantly nodded. “Tentatively.”, she added as they nodded. “Mamoru is still young and has a long way to go. He wouldn’t be the heir if someone shaped himself up.”, Airi added, and the three siblings hushed her as she lightly bowed. “Someone?”, Y/N asked. “No one. I’m sorry, let’s continue the tour.”.

Throughout the whole day, Y/N had meals with the grandchildren, did some entertaining activities, and during dinner, there was a performance by some local artists. She barely had enough time to sneak around, neither did she know where to go in the first place. She was thinking that maybe the library would have some texts, but she didn’t know where it was located.

It’s now nighttime, Y/N was lying down on her bed, wearing her long, white, satin nightgown as she twisted her hair around her finger, staring at the ceiling. She was waiting for everyone to fall quiet and asleep so that maybe she could look for the library then, but throughout Y/N’s stay in the palace, she’s been hearing whispers here and there. No, it wasn’t some ghostly whisper, rather they were gossips from the maids and stewards. She could hear them talk in the hallways from her room.

She sat up from her bed and walked over to the door to press her ear on it to hear what they were talking about. “He hasn’t been home in a week!”. “I hear he’s doing it again.”. “Oh goodness, when will he stop?”. “He’s such a disgrace.”. “He really lives up to his title as the rogue prince, huh.”.

Y/N began to become curious. Curious to know what they were talking about and curious to know who this rogue prince was. Then suddenly, chattering stopped, and frantic footsteps filled the hallways. Y/N slowly opened the door, peeking to see maids running around as if there was an emergency. Then, she let her whole-body slip through as each maid that passed by bowed to her.

Then, she spotted Kiera calmly walking by with a glass of milk for Y/N. “Kiera,”, she summoned a maid as she bowed to her. “Yes, Princess Y/N.”. “What is with all the maids panicking?”, she asked, as the maid looked down, “I’m deeply sorry, Princess Y/N, did they disturb you?”. “No, no. Not at all. I am just a little bit curious.”, she said. “Oh, well, I’m not quite sure as to why there is such a ruckus, but I have heard something about a rogue prince.”, she informed her.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she quickly ran back in to slip on a robe and run back out into the hallways. “Princess Y/N!!”, Kiera placed the glass of milk down on a table and frantically ran after her. “Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?”, it repeated in her mind as she made her way to the indoor balcony, overlooking the entrance of the palace. She leaned on the polished wooden railing and looked down at the doorway. As the maids quickly turned to walk away from the entrance, a man entered, shuffling sluggishly like he had either a few drinks, or he was tired. Or maybe both.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, his hands in his outerwear’s pocket. He was wearing sweatpants, sneakers, and his hair was dark brown and ruffled. Then at that split moment, he looked up, showing his face, as their eyes met. They were these beautiful dark brown orbs; his eyes were gorgeous. They were warm, they were welcoming, they were open—she saw through them. His nose was tall, his lips looked soft and pink, his skin looked flawless aside from the bags under his eyes and some dirt and dust on either of his cheeks. He looked… handsome.

Suddenly, all the different sounds surrounding them fell mute in their ears. They couldn’t hear a single footstep, not a single clock ticking, nor a door creaking; nothing. To them, it felt like all they could hear were each other’s heartbeats. Synchronized, fast, and thumping hard. One couldn’t explain what was happening, but they were certainly amazed. The corner of her lips started to curve into a light smile.

“So this… is the Rogue Prince?”

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ohmygraysonsthighs · 7 years

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Stick and Poke

A/N: holy beejezus!!! thank you all again for all the support you’ve been showing my writing I love all y'all. if you don’t know what a stick and poke is it’ll be explained in the story type thing idk what to call it lmao. sO like always I hope this isn’t too shitty!!

You and your boyfriend sat on the couch watching some old movie that was on. It was any old Saturday afternoon, but you were both content. As you began to pay less and less attention to the movie, you scanned Grayson’s face, tracing his jawline, poking his cheekbones, etc.

“Whaat are you doing.” Grayson mumbled, eyes trained on the screen as your pointer finger poked the shell of his ear.

“I’m bored.”

“Just watch the movie.” You huffed and snuggled closer to his buff body. He grabbed one of your hands as the other started tracing his thigh tattoo.

“I like this one. Pretty colors. How many tattoos do you have?” You questioned.

“Ah. A good amount.”

“Do you want more?”

“Probably.”

You pondered. “Can I give you one?”

“What?”

“Can I give you a tattoo? Like a stick and poke?”

“A stick and who?”

You rolled your eyes. “A stick and poke. You go through all these procedures to make sure you sterilize and clean a sewing or whatever needle, tie some thread around the base, tape it to a pencil, clean the area of skin you want it on, put a little Vaseline over that, dip your needle in a permanent ink, and bam! Do it yourself tattoo.” You smiled up at him and he gave you a quizzical look.

“How do you know how to do this? What if it’s not safe?”

“It’s pretty safe and I have a few you big goof. You ever seen this little guy,” you pointed to the small Saturn on the side of your pinky “he’s a stick and poke.”

“How bad does it hurt?”

“Worse than a regular tattoo. You’re literally poking the holes repeatedly into your skin with a needle, and you have to go over it a few times for it to show up. But it’s completely bearable!” You said, hoping to convince him. It’d be more interesting than the movie flashing on the television.

“I don’t know. Sounds kinda sketchy.”

“C'mon! It’ll be fun!” You pleaded with your eyes and you knew he’d give in.

“Fine. I’m picking the design though.”

“Aw, Gray, you trust me! Exactly the support needed in a relationship, love it. Now get up big boy, we gotta go to the craft store.” You slapped his thick thigh and he followed you up.

Upon returning from your local craft store, in your bag were sewing needles, thread, wooden pencils (“How on earth do you not keep wooden pencils in your home?”), and ink. The rest of the stuff needed to accomplish the stick and poke was already in the Dolan household. You did everything you had to to create a clean area and prepared the needle. Currently you and Grayson sat on the floor of his living room as you sterilized the spot he wanted (his upper right calf) and drew the design of his choice (a small ‘surfs up’ emoji-looking hand).

“You sure you’re ready?” You asked, blotting the Vaseline over where you were going to puncture his skin.

“Bro you’re the one that convinced me to do this, why are you making me second guess this?”

“Habit I guess,” you chuckled as you slapped the Vaseline-slick area, “alright, let’s do tha thang!” You joked and Grayson rolled his eyes. “Ew.”

Gray watched you as you steadied the needle over where it was going to first pierce. And then you poked an ink filled hole. And again. And again. To get your face closer to the area for better precision, you lay on your stomach across his lap.

“Ow Y/N. Ow Y/N. Ow Y/N.” Grayson complained. “This hurts a lot worse than I was expecting why would you ever want to do this.”

“For the experience I guess. And because there was no way in hell my mom was letting me get a real tattoo.” You said shrugging, all while continuing your work. The first layer was finished and any ink left on the surface of his skin was wiped off. It was pretty splotchy and not opaque at all, of course, so you applied more Vaseline to the section for layer two.

“Stop doing that. It’s making the ink bleed and I can’t see the pattern.” You said, referring to his hand that was stretching the skin, attempting to relieve the pain.

“Well where am I supposed to put my h-.” Grayson stopped mid sentence and brought both hands down on your ass cheeks, making you let out a yelp. “This is a lot better actually.” He said, squeezing and massaging both cheeks.

“Grayson!”

“What? You said not to stretch the skin and I’m not. Well, not my skin anyways. Plus I like touching your butt,” He slapped your ass, “it jiggles very nicely.” You gave him a stern look and he returned a toothy smile. Shaking your head, you returned to the task at hand. About 15 minutes later, you finished and wiped the last layer, revealing to Grayson the masterpiece.

“Wow. That’s actually really good. How do you have the patience to make and repeat all those little dots? You should be a tattoo artist.” He stated.

“I don’t know. You’re welcome by the way. And you said it was sketchy.” You said, shoving him.

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, your turn.”

“What?”

“I said, your turn.”

“No I heard you. You think you’re gonna give me one?”

“Yes, definitely. You convinced me to do this so now I have to return the favor. So teach me how to do that little thing with a new needle.” You looked at him as if he had just said the moon was turning purple and contemplated if it was worth fighting against. It wasn’t, and you sagged your shoulders in defeat.

“Fine.” You dragged. He gave another toothy smiled and you mimicked one back as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“I get to pick out the design and where it is, right?” You asked after he’d finished making the makeshift tattoo gun.

“Nope.”

“Garyyyyy why I had a perfect one picked out. I was gonna do a lil 'rock on’ hand.” You pouted.

“We can do that one next. But I have the perfect idea for the first one that I’m giving you.”

“And that is?”

“A little 'G’ on the inside of your left thigh. That way, when I’m eating you out I can always be reminded of who that pussy belongs to.” He smirked as you looked at him with wide eyes. Well shit Gary you didn’t need to do me like that.

“Hm. I uh, I like the way you think.” You said as the goosebumps in your arms settled down.

“You always do.” He gestured you to lay down and he snuck up between your legs, spreading them. You got goosebumps all over again because of how close he was to your most intimate area (nothing new), but that was not the current task at hand. Gray went through the same procedures as you did with him, always checking if he was doing anything wrong (of course he wasn’t, has that boy ever done anything wrong).

“Okee, I’m going in.” He chuckled and his hot breath sent a little something to your core.

“Don’t breathe too heavily. You’re making me wet and the last thing I wanna be as your poking holes into my skin is horny.” He made eye contact with you, his eyes noticeably a little darker. He nodded as you gulped.

He punctured the first hole and repeated. This hurt a lot worse than any of the other stick and pokes you’ve gotten because of how sensitive the area was.

“Grayson. Grayson this really hurts.” You whined.

“It’s ok baby. Be good for daddy.” He mumbled as he was in deep concentration.

“You’re too kinky for this shit.”

“You right.” The first layer was over and he began the second layer.

“Fucking- it’s not hurting any less.” You groaned.

“Grab something.” Your hands traveled down to his head and grabbed his luscious brunette locks. “Mmm I love it when you grab my hair.” He hummed. He rubbed the inside of your other thigh with his thumb as he finished the second, then third, then fourth, then finally sixth layer. Grayson kissed the inside of your thigh and popped his head up.

“Ok, done! You can look now.” You took a peek at the surprisingly opaque and somewhat neat 'G’ that has now made its home on your inner left thigh. It was kinda hot honestly. You looked up at Grayson, pride shinning through his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Very impressive for your first one.”

“Thank you madame.” He bowed.

“Ya know, I don’t think I can walk much because my thighs will rub together and that’ll hurt like a bitch.” You said matter of factly.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to be keeping your legs wide open a lot more often now.”

A/N: hi again so a couple things I wanted to say. first of all, I intentionally put Gary I thought it’d be funny. second of all, I’m sorry how short it is compared to my other (two lmao) stuff but I DID write a smut part to this I just didn’t add it because idk but if you want to read it or want it to be posted LET ME KNOW!! k thank you for reading ly!!

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Endurance Game

A/N: Idk if this theme fits well together, but I'm gonna go for it anyway　ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Genre: Smut, slight angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: Y/N has been holding out on Jungkook, but because it's him it won't last long. Issa AMBW story!

Word Count: 2308

“Babe, are you ready?” Jungkook shouts as he walks to your bedroom door.

You dreaded today; normally you felt hyped for your couples workout sessions with kook, but today you have boxing class. You've always shown interest in being active, and meeting Jungkook was just the icing on the cake. Ever since you two have been official, his workout schedule became your schedule too. But it was just something about boxing that you couldn't stand… at first. Then, eventually, you grew to understand the sport, and you became some what decent.

“Kook, I'm nervous for today's match.” You told him as you prepped yourself while looking in the mirror. You were wearing black weight lifting shorts that fit perfectly around your chocolate thighs, a black -N- gray Nike sports bra with an all black hoodie showing off your round mounds, and gray socks with blue Nike slides.

“Well, babe… you look great.” He says in a slightly seductive tone following a low chuckle. You could see him walking towards you in the mirror, and eventually felt his arms wrap around your waist. As he starts to trace the tattoo on your hip, Jungkook places butterfly kisses on the right side of your neck.

“What happened to the Jungkook who was bugging me about getting ready an hour ago?” You questioned him trying your best to suppress your moans.

“That was before I imagined your thick chocolate thighs wrapped around my neck with my face buried deep in your cunt.” He mumbles into your neck as his hand gives your breast a final squeeze, before backing off of you. “ I guess you're right tho. We can't be late since we have our matches.”

You and Jungkook made your way to his car, and the ride just consisted of small talk about upcoming projects you both have coming up. Luckily traffic was light today, so the commute only took 15 minutes. Once you arrived to the gym, you felt your heart gradually increase its speed to start pounding against your chest as you got closer to the entrance. As soon as you walked in, you were slightly relieved that you two were one of the first to arrive. This gave you some time to run over a few moves with kook and your other instructor.

Just as you started stretching, your opponent walked through the door. Amanda Hua. Amanda wasn't only your opponent in the ring, but she also tries to compete against you for your own man. She’s from the states just like you, so sometimes she'll try to make smart ass remarks under breath in English just to get under your skin. But the real problem is that Jungkook is too stupid to realize that she wants him, or even to realize that she wants to beat your ass. Originally, you didn't have a problem getting in the ring with her, but that was before you actually saw her fight. You must admit that she has good technique, but it just meant you had to work harder.

“Hey, Jungkook. Good luck with your match! And don't forget...I'll be rooting for you.” She tells Jungkook throwing him a wink, and it was obvious her voice was dripping with lust. Obvious to everyone except for Jungkook.

“Thanks, I'll be rooting for you too, Amanda.” He says forgetting that you'll be in the ring with her.

As she walks past you she whispers something slick to you in English, “ You heard that, Y/N? Kookie says he’s gonna root for me, but not for you? I wonder what else he’ll do for me, but not for you.”

You just give her the bird before she walks away because you're saving for energy for the match. After a few more minutes of stretching, you notice Jungkook looking at Amanda with her ass in the air. And to your surprise, he walks over to her and asks if she needs any help stretching. Then, of course, she accepts his offer, and they start going through stretches together.

You tried not let it get under your skin, since Jungkook was one of the instructors. And to him it was no big deal cause he would act this way with any of his other students, but you just didn't find it necessary for him to stare at her ass. Thankfully, class would start in a few minutes, so this wouldn't last much longer.

After 3 matches, it was your turn to step into the ring. At first you didn't know if you could pull through, but then you remembered the reason you were fighting. Who you were fighting for… Jungkook. The moment you stepped in the ring, was the moment you faced the biggest threat to your future. As you stood in your corner, you saw Amanda enter the ring. She looked pissed, but still managed to keep that nasty ass smirk on her face she always gave you. It was almost like she was plotting some shit. The reff for your match was Christian, the other instructor.

Once you two touched gloves, it was time to protect your future. She threw a few sloppy combos at you, but she missed all of them. This wasn't like her. But you ignored it, and threw a few jabs at her mainly aiming for her face. After a few rounds you could tell she was getting tired, so you decided to take it down a notch. But to your dismay, she started going buck wild. She was pushing, kicking, and she was about to spit on you until Christian came in breaking you up.

“What the fuck was that?” Christian asked Amanda as he walked her out of the ring, after announcing that you won the fight by technically.

It was finally Jungkook’s match, and he was nowhere to be found. After a few minutes of wait, you took the initiative upon yourself to look for him. While you walked down the hallway leading to the locker rooms in the back, you hear a thumping noise. Naturally, you went towards that noise, thinking you would find kook. And just as you opened the door, it seemed like everything you were fighting for in the ring all went down the drain.

“Doesn't that feel good, Kookie?” Amanda says as she rubs her hands on Jungkook's crotch with him pressed against the wall.

The scene that you just walked into consisted of Jungkook in nothing but his shorts, and Amanda laced all round his body. Just as you were about to walk in the room, you heard Jungkook about to speak.

“I bet it didn't feel good when my baby girl was destroying your ass. Shit...back the fuck off of me, cause I already got a pussy to destroy when I get back home.” He responds, untangling himself from her dusty ass.

Before either of the notice you, you back away from the door about to pretend you just started walking down the hallway. Just as you approached the locker room door, again, Jungkook walked out.

“Hey babe, give me a good luck kiss before my match.” He says while pointing to his cheek, but instead you tell him it was called off. Then you coldly walk away, making sure to switch your hips.

The ride home was painfully silent, no music...And no conversation because every time he would try to start one, you would shut him down replying with one word answers. The rest of the day you spent in your home office prepping for the upcoming week. Occasionally, Jungkook would come in the check up on you, but he figured you were in one of your moods since your energy hasn't change since the car ride. At 6:30 your started making dinner. By now you had changed into a wine red Floral Lace Bralette Bustier Crop Top and matching panties, Jungkook's favorite. Despite being angry with him, you still enjoyed teasing him.

While you were chopping the tomatoes, you felt a strong muscular chest against you back. When you turned around Jungkook’s lips landed right on yours, but it didn't last long.

“Babe, what's wrong? You've been acting like this all day.” He asks showing a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, Jungkook. I'm just not in the mood right now. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” You told him slipping away from him, making your way to the refrigerator.

“Y/N, I don't know what's your problem is, but it won't be solved if you keep pushing me away.” He says walking to the balcony.

The rest of the night panned out to be stale, with you eating dinner alone in your office, and sleeping alone in the guest bedroom. If you were being honest with yourself, you would know that you're not still mad at Jungkook. But you kinda find it arousing denying kook. You wanted to see how long this would last, and to your surprise it went on for a week. A week full of cold responses, teasing Jungkook, and built up sexual frustration.

It was 3:00 am on Tuesday morning, and you heard the door creak open. You went to bed wearing a Bordeaux Kimono Pearl Gown which as see through over your silk rose gold lingerie set and you hair in a high ponytail with curls everywhere. But after your little session with you and your toys, you were left in just your lingerie. Before you could open your eyes, you felt your bed dip down by your legs. And eventually your legs were spread open and hooked around bare shoulders.

Jungkook started to lick and press soft kisses against your already wet core. While he pulled down your pantie you heard him let out a deep groan. He took both of his thumbs to open up your lips, and started licking on your clit and penetrating your hole with his thick tongue. After a few seconds of tongue fucking, he went back up to your clit and sucked on it for about a minute. By now you were wide awake and fully aroused. Just as he was about to reach for your purple dildo, you pressed his head further into your cunt.

“How does my chocolate pussy taste daddy?” You moaned as he pushed the dildo into your soaked pussy.

“So.Fucking.Good…” he says pounding the toy into you with every syllable, “But I bet you want this to be daddy's thick cock pounding you instead, right?”

After you didn't respond he pulls out the toy to ask you again. But since you felt defiant you didn't respond the sentence time.

“You wanna be daddy's little bitch tonight, huh? Well let's see how long you can last like this.” He says dragging the dildo to your tightly puckered asshole, and he starts to prod at it eventually easing its way in using his spit and your pussy juice as lube. After hearing your pleas and screams, he gets on his back.

“Baby girl, I know you want to squirt your sweet nectar all over me, but I think I deserve an apology for how you've treated me this past week.” Jungkook says while stroking his veiny cock and pinching the tip to force out some pre-cum. Then he signals you to come to his mouth, and he places the cum from his fingers on your tongue. As you lean in to start a heated makeout session, you replace his hand with his and your small delicate hands start tapping up his dick starting from the base.

“I’m sorry daddy for being such a tease all week, I was just jealous that bitch tried to take you from me.” You tell him easing on his cock about to ride him.

“Fuck! Why would I want her loose, stretched out pussy when I got you.” He says thrusting up into you while bouncing your round chocolate ass on his dick. The view in front of you turned you on to the max. His hair wet with sweat draped over his lust filled eyes, him biting his plump shiny lips, and when you leaned back you noticed that he was fucking you still wearing his sweatpants pushed halfway down his thighs, which was one of your biggest turn-ons.

As you started feeling fucked out, Jungkook picked you up still on his dick and took you the window. From this angle you felt him pound into you G-spot.

“JUNGKOOK, I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” You screamed as you felt his cock massage your inner walls.

“Fuck, baby go ahead. I wanna fill this pussy with my hot cum.” He tells you increasing his pace while sucking on your nipple poking out about the cup of you bra.

As you cum on his dick, one of his hard thrusts makes you squirt soaking his dick and lower abs. After you squirt on him he lifts you completely off his cock and he drops you back on again causing you to cum a second time, and on the final time he releases his cum hard into your pretty pussy while shuddering a bit. After you both deescalate, you drop into a squat and you take his member into you mouth. As you suck on the head you feel a mixture of both of your cum drip from your core. Once you clean Jungkook dick completely from cum, he removes your head with a pop and pulls you up to him; pecking your lips.

“Babe, you don't have to worry about any woman taking you from me, cause you're the only one I want my kids to call mommy.” He cooed caressing you belly before picking you up leaving the guest room and taking you to your shared bedroom.

A/N: ;-; finally finished, now I'm off to finish some hw! -_-

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