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꒰୨୧꒱ — 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 !

꒰୨୧꒱ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: geto x afab!reader

꒰୨୧꒱ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 && 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw / 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni! geto is a college algebra math tutor && reader is failing, written in lapslock, geto is a tinie, TINIE bit of a perv (but we love him), not beta’d in any shape or form so please excuse mistakes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), piv, oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (kitten, angel, sweetheart), praise, reader calls geto ‘senpai’ until she doesn’t, size kink. wc; 8.5k

꒰୨୧꒱ — 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔. . . this is my first fic on this blog and also my first jjk fic in my entire life so please go easy on me aha i tried to keep it relatively tame, but based on my plans for the future, this will not be a trend sjfigjsfgj. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! ♡

there wasn’t anything special about your case; at least, that’s what suguru had thought when he picked up your request before he met you. before he met you, you were just another student trying to demystify the painfully enigmatic art of getting through college algebra. before he met you, he had already tagged this case as another charity stint — a good way to get brownie points with the dean’s office and the mathematics and natural sciences department. in fact, thinking of all his tutoring cases as community service made them somewhat palatable, if not a little forgettable. he was quite sure, at the time, that you’d be in and out — both of the tutoring center and his memory. such was the case with most of his other tutees, anyway.

he hadn’t expected you to be… well, you — a pretty little thing, with your sweet smile and your wide doe eyes. on the first day, you’d stood out; you’d arrived at the tutoring center’s lobby in a short dress, knit cardigan, and coquettish makeup, as if every fiber of your being were bidding the spring a solid farewell. multiple heads had turned, including his, as you came up to the front desk and asked for one geto suguru for college algebra. you were eager for summer, suguru had learned as you broke the ice little by little, in part because you looked forward to visiting okinawa with your family, but also because you were eager to get your first semester out of the way. that much, you had in common with most of his other students — almost all of the ones seeking help in college algebra only took it as a depressing core requirement of whatever degree they were doing. you, specifically, were focusing on fashion design; that very vividly explained your attention to your looks. this mathematics class was a thorn in your side, a mandatory thing that was simply supposed to get you through later business-oriented classes in your degree program. for suguru, however, college algebra had become the perfect excuse from the moment he’d laid eyes on you.

the more time he spends with you, the more he thinks you’re exactly his taste. it starts off with little things he finds attractive, things he picks up while he’s watching you fill out the practice sheets he’s prepared for you on quadratic equations or while trying to get you to understand logarithms — your neat, tiny handwriting, almost like print; your habit of boxing your final answers in firm strokes, even if they’re hopelessly wrong; your colored tabs, cascading down the page side of your textbook. but as the weeks wear on, he sees all the little things in between — the way your long eyelashes quiver when you stop and close your eyes as you think for the answer, the upturn of your plush lips when you have the same answer on the practice sheet as he does, the deepening of your artificial blush with a natural hue when you realize you don’t know the answers to his gentle questions. he notices that you refuse to wear anything longer than a knee-length skirt despite the still-strong winds, notices that your tiny palms are always smooth and pink, that your hair always smells of coconut milk. these are things he can’t help but jot down in his memory — that was exactly what you were, after all: memorable.

and the more he remembers about you, the more suguru wants you. yet he’s never made a move, never given so much as a hint of his interest, not only because there are prying eyes all around the building but also because you have never so much as shown a smidge of desire back. in fact, he has to wonder if you’ve ever thought of him in a different capacity — not as a tutor, but as a man. if you have, you’ve never made that obvious; you always talk to him respectfully, the little wall you’ve erected between the both of you remaining steady, and you never let your eyes linger on his face for longer than it takes for him to explain what you don’t know. suguru has had his fair share of female students, and in all of them, he’s seen the same kind of hunger — to few, he’s catered to their whims, if only to pass the time, if only for his own benefit. but you, with your ribbons in your hair and your sweet, sweet mouth, have never once shown that same kind of desire.

he doesn’t know if it frustrates him, but he does know one thing — it makes him want you all the more.

he wants you even now, as you sit across from him, dolled up as usual. even now, as your eyes take on a glassy sheen of defeat, your cheeks puffing out in the way that tells him you’re admonishing yourself once again, he craves you — maddeningly so. and he realizes that it doesn’t really matter if you're not the one to fall first, as long as he can still have you.

“time out,” you beg, your fingers meeting the palm of your hand to signal a break. “my brain feels like it’s going to explode.”

“you just had a break ten minutes ago,” suguru reminds you, though there’s a lighthearted amusement to his voice that makes you smile sheepishly. “at this rate, you’ll be on more breaks than you’ll be taking the time to actually learn.”

“i’m trying,” you groan, your fingers curling against your forehead as you bump your head against your fist. “i just don’t think i’m cut out for this polynomial whatever — trial and error bullshit.”

“you’ll hate me for saying this — but you’ll never know unless you keep trying.”

“funny.” your sigh rustles the papers in front of you gently. “how do you do it, senpai?”

“hm?”

“you’re not only good at this stuff, but you’re so good you’re able to take the time to teach people like me.”

“strengths and weaknesses — it’s the natural way of the world.” suguru smiles gently at you, and he notes how his chest feels tighter when you return the sentiment shyly. “i could never do what you’re doing in your own degree, try as i might. anyway, you’ll get there. i won’t let you become my first ever failed project, you know.”

“i wouldn’t want to let you down either, senpai, but—” the back end of your pencil taps lightly against the surface of the table. “it just feels hopeless. i can’t focus on anything. it’s so… so abstract, and everyone here is talking all at once, and i don’t even know what i’m ever going to get out of this class in the long run.”

even when you’re dejected, you look pretty; your bottom lip juts out naturally when you whine like this, and for a moment, suguru can’t say anything in response. he’s too busy wondering what your mouth would feel like on his — on him. when he snaps himself out of his brief reverie, he notices you’re looking around at everyone else — and he has to agree that with the noise level in this whole building, it isn’t the most conducive site for learning, especially when the learner is already so averse to the subject matter.

“i can’t help much in the way of it being too abstract,” he says kindly. “but it’s not a requirement for us to have our sessions here. i know it can be quite distracting, all these voices flying around, so why don’t you look for a place that better suits you, and we can start meeting there instead? the more comfortable you are in your environment, the better you’ll be able to absorb the material, i’m sure.”

“you think?” your pencil comes to a slow halt as you refocus on him, a thoughtful light glimmering behind your gaze. “yeah — yeah, i actually wouldn’t mind that. then, i’ll look for a different place for us to meet, and we can start there next week. how does that sound?”

“whatever suits you suits me,” he responds easily.

he lowers his gaze immediately after you flash him a blinding grin; there are far too many people here, as you both very well know, and if he keeps looking at you and your pretty little expressions any longer, he might just give them something to actually look at.

it had been your idea, not his, so why did suguru feel like he’d dragged you into a compromising situation?

you’d texted him over the weekend that your search for a new venue had been absolutely fruitless; every cafe and study space you’d been to was either too expensive or equally as packed with people, if not both. suguru had seen the preview to your message, but he hadn’t been prepared for what it read out in full when he’d actually opened it.

senpai, would it be too difficult to just meet at my apartment? i attached a map, so let me know!

it wouldn’t be too difficult; logistics-wise, it was walking distance from campus and almost directly across the train station he takes home. it also definitely promised an environment you were comfortable in, and you wouldn’t have to worry about excess noise from any other tutoring groups. no, the difficulty really only lied in himself — you two, all alone, would certainly mean his mind would be up to no good for the two hours every monday, wednesday, and thursday you would be together.

but for your sake, he’d try to rein it in, with the operative word being try.

your place is as neat and as pretty as you are; he doesn’t know if you’ve cleaned up for him, or if you’re naturally this organized, but he likes it all the same. it smells of toasted marshmallow and expensive perfume, and all your furniture matches. suguru supposes he likes that in a woman — someone able to care for herself, someone who cares about herself. and you’re always just as neat and pretty to match, with your hair always styled sweetly, your makeup always enhancing your features.

the problem is that now that he’s in here, where you live, and where you spend most of your time, suguru’s mind seems to wander too much towards thoughts about what you do in private. he rejects studying on the couch, not just because it’s bad for posture and concentration but also because he can’t help but imagine you pressed into the cushions by his hand. he suggests the small dining table you have, but on the second meeting at your place, he starts thinking about what you might look like seated on the table, your ass hanging over the edge and his face buried between your thighs. whenever you look up to ask him something, he drinks in your lovely, made-up face again, and starts wondering what your makeup would look like ruined before he interrupts that trainwreck of a thought with the answer to your question.

by the end of the week, suguru’s defenses are all but shot, and he realizes that this situation might be optimal for you, but it definitely isn’t doing him and his now constantly straining cock any great favors.

he supposes that your performance has somewhat improved; you’re less likely to trail off when you’re thinking and can actually do practice sets for a lot longer without all the noise and hubbub around you. your only real hindrance is yourself and your frustration; you have a habit of giving into your carelessness that sends you spiraling into despair, and it doesn’t help that when you press your cheek against the surface of your dining table and whine, the comfort suguru offers is noticeably delayed because he’s too busy thinking about his cock between your lips.

“my dad’s going to kill me if i fail this midterm,” you grumble, stabbing the practice sheet with your pencil; it skids sideways, and suguru robotically fixes it back into proper alignment for you, careful not to brush against the arm that’s folded inwards, supporting your chin. “he only agreed to let me take this degree because of the business aspect of it. as if i’ll need to know about—” you check the header of the worksheet. “domain and range when i’m doing actual design work.”

“you’ll never know what might be useful later on in life. i definitely thought this was nonsense back in high school — and then i got this job.”

“and now you’re rolling in dough?” you smile slightly. suguru chuckles.

“i’m a long way away from having myself a scrooge mcduck golden pool, but i make enough to get by very comfortably, thanks to this.”

“thanks to me, you mean.”

“you’re not my only student,” he snorts, pinching your elbow; you cry out exaggeratedly. “focus up. the hour’s almost over, and you should have finished with this much earlier.”

“can you leave it as homework?”

“not a chance.”

you blow out a sharp puff of air. “my mom used to do this thing where she’d give me rewards if i did well with my homework. i wish i’d still get something out of this.”

“what kind of rewards did she give you?”

“chocolates — candy, or sometimes we’d go out for milk tea together, if i did a particularly good job.”

“this is math tutoring, not a trip to the dentist,” suguru says, amused.

“a trip to the dentist would be more enjoyable,” you mutter under your breath, picking up your pencil and doodling an angry face next to the number you’re only halfway through solving. “this totally blows.”

“try to finish this before the hour’s up, and i’ll see if i can get you something nice. out of my own paycheck,” he stresses, prodding at your cheek to shift your attention back to the paper. he doesn’t miss the fact that your eyes light up, childish as the promise is.

he doesn’t know if that’s really what motivates you, but you do manage to finish the worksheet with a few minutes to spare before the clock hits seven, and that earns you some light, solo applause. it isn’t much by way of true praise, but you flush with pride all the same. suguru packs his things in silence as you get yourself a glass of water, and you see him to the door. only there does he notice your eager eyes, your expectant smile.

“what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”

“are you really going to give me a reward? i did great today, you know,” you respond bluntly.

“you were serious about that?” he laughs.

“absolutely. i earned it.” you raise a slim finger, wagging it in his face. he trails it with his gaze, no shortage of amusement in his eyes. “next monday, i want something sweet.”

suguru takes in the sight of you, keeping your door open with your hip; he wonders if you know what you’re doing to him, what you’re asking of him — if you even know there’s nothing that could possibly be sweeter than you at this very moment. he drinks in the sight of your feigned haughty expression on your pretty features, the unnervingly low dip of your tank top, the tempting hemline of your shorts, and feels like you must be aware of what he’s going to do next.

“if it’s something sweet you want, you don’t have to wait until next week.”

he does it before he can think it through — surely, there’s nothing too harmful about a quick kiss? he angles your chin upward with his thumb and forefinger before you can even react to his words, and he tastes you like that for the first time. you’re just as soft and as sweet as he’d imagined, if not more so.

when suguru pulls away, you step back; there’s shock written all over your face, your mouth still hanging open slightly. your voice is gentle, shaky when you start speaking.

“senpai, wha—”

“see you next week. rest up over the weekend, or there’ll be consequences.”

he finds it easy to joke with you now, even after what he’s done — finds it easy to wave goodbye with nonchalance as he walks to the elevator, now that he’s gotten one thing out of his system. the look on your face, the growing blush across the bridge of your nose and your temples is indication enough for suguru to feel confident — if you hadn’t thought about him that way before, you were sure to spend the next few days doing exactly that.

it’s exactly a week before your midterm exam, and suguru notices you’re less than focused.

he’d let you stew over the weekend, not expecting much by way of communication; indeed, his phone hadn’t once been jostled by your texts. he’d taken that silence to assume that you’d been wrapped up in thoughts of the kiss he’d left you with, and you did not disappoint on that front; the next monday saw you fidgety, flushed, and constantly faltering in your words. you asked less questions, which normally indicated a problem, but today, he’d let it slide; you definitely had a little too much on that pretty little brain of yours.

he notices you’re still dolled up — your eyelids are shimmery, and your lips are glossy; you’re wearing a tennis skirt that hits all the right buttons for him, too. it’s true that you’re always pretty well-dressed and put together, but today somehow feels different. if before, suguru had always seen you dressed up simply to look good, today it feels a little more like you’re dressed up to look good for him. he knows it’s a little bit egotistical to assume as much, but he also doesn’t miss the side glances you throw at him when you think he’s not looking at you answering your textbook or the way your cheeks glow when you make the slightest bit of eye contact.

still, you try to focus as much as you can; it’s adorable, in fact, to see all your valiant efforts to appear unperturbed. he figures he’ll play along for as long as you will — what matters to him, after all, is that you’re in the game to begin with. you complain less today, focus on your worksheets, and suguru even manages to witness the sight of your forehead creasing up as you concentrate on a particularly difficult item. you’re adorable, in the kind of way that makes him want to pin you down and have his way with you.

you finish your work without a fuss today; you only actually asked for his help twice, which was a feat in and of itself. and again, when the session is over, you walk him to the door.

this time, when you linger, he waits; you’re clearly not good at hiding your true intentions, as it’s become clear you have something you want to say. as you try to piece your thoughts together, suguru reaches into his backpack’s front pocket and extracts today’s gift — an actual chocolate bar, albeit a rather run of the mill one.

“what’s this?” you ask, your thought process clearly derailed as confusion takes over your features.

“your reward. for a good job last week and today — you said you wanted one, didn’t you?”

“but i thought—” you stop yourself, your mouth opening and closing, suddenly wordless. suguru grins.

“not good enough? i picked that up from a convenience store on my way here, so it definitely isn’t anything special, but i thought it would at least be a good motivator.”

you’re turning red, and there’s turmoil in your eyes — he enjoys this, he realizes, the way he flusters you. if he had known this would be the result, he would have made a move much sooner. you shift your weight from one foot to the other, back and forth, obviously weighing out your options too. finally, you say, “alright.”

“you seem disappointed.”

“i’m not.”

“i’ll get you a better brand next time, if you really don’t like it.”

“it’s not that.”

“so what is it?” he doesn’t expect you to say it, and you don’t defy expectations; your bottom lip just quivers, and suguru chuckles low under his breath, stepping forward just past your doorway, just a little bit closer to you. “don’t tell me you wanted something completely different?”

you don’t say so, but he knows; he can tell by the way you tilt your head back, the way your lips part slightly, the gloss still trailing along the seam. he can tell by the way your torso arches just a little bit closer, almost like an accident. he can tell by the way your eyes bore into his, almost pleading.

“what you did last week…” you start, but your voice trails off into nothing soon after. he chuckles again.

“ah, that. i might have gotten ahead of myself.”

“was that all?” you press.

“and what would you do, if it wasn’t?”

“well — do you always like to play games?”

“i have a penchant for playing with my food before i eat it, if that answers your question.” he smiles down at your still-reddening face. “i was giving you a reward, as you wanted. i came up short on options then and there. you’ll let it slide this once, won’t you?”

“you did that just because i did well last week?”

“of course.”

“well, i did well today, too.”

“you did, and that’s why you have this.” he gestures to the chocolate bar in your hand.

“i don’t want this.” your voice is stubborn now, heated and frustrated, and you stuff the chocolate back into his hand. you must not like having to ask for something so blatantly — it’s too bad suguru wants to hear it in those exact words.

“tell me what you really want, then.”

you’re still unable to find the words, but your hands do the talking for you; they press into his shoulders and give you leverage to tiptoe until you’re just close enough to his lips. but you don’t close that gap, your mouth quivering only inches away from his, and oh, suguru wants to toy with you, but you’re just too irresistible this close to him. his warm palms press against your jaw, keeping your face steady as he closes the gap, and this time, he doesn’t just get a brief taste of you — suguru claims your lips with the thirst of a man who’s stumbled upon an oasis in the desert.

you must have thought about this moment long and hard over the weekend, because the nonchalant side of you that’s turned a blind eye to him is completely gone; he drinks in your soft noises and short, breathless gasps — all signs of your eagerness — until he’s drunk on the taste of you. the deeper the kiss gets, the less you can keep up, but you try, and suguru always likes rewarding your efforts, his wide tongue taut and flush against your tiny one in the sweet, warm cavern of your mouth. he licks every inch of it, leaves the mild nicotine taste of himself there, before he pulls away slowly. your eyes are still closed when he creates distance, fluttering open in a happy haze a few seconds later.

“good enough for you?” he murmurs, tucking a soft lock of hair behind your ear. you hum in assent through your dazed smile, and suguru knows he won’t be the only one looking forward to this coming wednesday.

you’d done really well today.

suguru’s proud of you — prouder than he’s been of most of his students in his career here at the university, actually. you’d finally answered a worksheet almost perfectly, save for a couple of numbers where you’d forgotten to round up, and those things are absolutely negligible at this point (by his books, anyway). you’ve been on your best behavior yet, avoiding all forms of complaint, and he knows fully well why, but he won’t criticize you for your hard work all the same, no matter the motivation behind it.

in fact, you’ve done so good that he doesn’t wait until he’s about to leave to give you your sweet reward — which is why, twenty minutes before he’s meant to go, he’s got you on your couch, your legs spread, each one hooked over his shoulders.

truth be told, you’d been good way before the lesson had started; you’d answered the door in a crop top and the tiniest pair of shorts you’ve dared to wear yet — all clothes that you couldn’t yet wear outside yet, given the weather. selfishly, suguru is thankful for this fact, and if he had to list down other things he’s thankful for, just off the top of his head, it’s that you no longer meet in the tutoring center and that your apartment’s walls seem thick and well-reinforced.

“senpai, don’t tease me.” your silly little whining voice makes its first appearance of the day, but all suguru does is smile — it’s an almost wicked expression, set firmly between your thighs. “you said i did really well today. don’t tell me you’re backing out on rewarding me?”

“not at all, sweetheart,” he hums, pressing a small kiss to your inner thigh. he likes seeing you shiver at the contact, likes the way you’re chewing on your lip in what appears to be slight agitation. “just thinking of how much of a reward you deserve.”

in all honesty, suguru would like to take every bit of you now; you’re already so ready for him, anyway. he can smell the faint perfume of your arousal, can see the way you’re anticipating the most from him, and a part of him doesn’t want to deny you of that. the larger part of him has dreamed of burying his cock into you, anyway, and why wouldn’t he do that? but something also tells him to wait — or, rather, to make you wait, to make you want him just a little more.

and so, he decides.

his mouth finds your skin again, pressing kisses up your thigh; they get wetter, hotter as his mouth moves up, until his nose and lips are buried against your clothed core. you squirm in response, but his grip on your thighs keeps you relatively steady, even as his tongue presses against thin fabric. the wet muscle pushes sharp against your tiny entrance, the tip meeting slight resistance against your shorts and panties, but he finds a way, burying half his tongue in alongside damp cloth.

you’re already wet like this, and so needy that it might be possible for suguru to get you off just like this, still clothed, but the hunger in him spikes once you call out to him.

“senpai, please…”

with a groan, his fingers yank the fabric aside, exposing your pussy to the warmth of his breathing. it’s as pink, as pretty, as tiny as the rest of you, as fuckable as he’d imagined it would be, and he wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your folds, dragging it up in a wide, messy stripe; the muscle only tenses when it bumps against your clit, his tongue flicking upwards to tease it.

you’re so reactive, even at the slightest things — you whimper, you squeeze your eyes shut, you squirm. you’re begging to be fucked, and suguru’s cock is strained tight against his jeans, but your taste is so addicting that he can’t help but dive back in. his tongue eases between your folds now, spreading them apart until they’re lewd and sticky with his saliva, and the nub of your clit has grown so pronounced now — so pert and lovely that he can’t help but purse his lips around it and suck with excess force.

“senpai — f—fuck,” you mewl; you almost sound tearful. “f—feels so good…”

suguru wants to tell you how fucking good you taste, how beautiful the sounds you’re making are, but his mouth is too busy; his teeth rake down your cunt lightly, earning him a jerk of your hips, and he has to place pressure down on your thighs again to make sure you’re still enough for him to slip his tongue into your cunt.

he can tell even just by that how tight you’d be around him; your walls are warm around his tongue, and there’s a pressure against the muscle that tells him how good it’d feel for his cock to take its place. as if to simulate his desires, he presses his tongue deeper in, fucks you shallowly with its wetness until your whimpers become little sobs, broken and choked back. his thumb drags across your slit then settles against your clit, and he can feel the thrum of your pulse against the pad of his finger, beckoning him. he complies, easily, thumb tracing circles around the nub that start off slow, only for him to ramp up the pace alongside his tongue.

you’re easily at fault for that; the way you whine for him, call him senpai, tell him how good it feels over and over — why wouldn’t he want more of you?

he’s not sure which of you really earns the sweet reward today; you cum on his tongue, your cunt trembling against his mouth and your fingers threaded into his hair, but he’s the one who comes out licking his lips like he’s had the best treat of his damn life.

come the middle of next week, suguru finds himself face to face with a test paper — one already clearly marked, with a number circled on the top-right corner. ninety. a stellar grade for anyone, and especially for you.

you know it, and you look absolutely triumphant; you’re practically shining as you perch on your little dining table, your perfectly manicured finger jabbing at the score in emphasis.

“flying colors, wouldn’t you say?”

“color me impressed,” suguru replies smoothly, a genuine smile of pride tugging at his lips; he turns the page over, scanning your responses. you still draw your parabolas a little on the small side, making them a bit difficult to discern, and you’ve still got the habit of not rounding your answers up, but this is tremendous work, and he’ll be the first to praise you for it. “your dad must be filled to the brim with joy now, right?”

“i haven’t told him yet. you were the first.”

“well, i’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

“proud enough to give me a reward?”

he looks down at you in feigned thoughtfulness. here you sit, back in your little tennis skirt, looking up at him with hopeful eyes under those long, curled lashes. for someone who spent the first half of this semester acting ostensibly nonchalant, you’d very easily shown your true colors soon after — not that he really minds. in fact, he’s taken a decided kind of liking to how eager and willing you’ve come to be.

“we’ve only just started our session, though,” he hums out, an idle thumb grazing his chin as he watches your expression turn from bright to cloudy, the beginnings of strategy darkening your gaze. it’s not like he wants to say no; he has no real intention to. but seeing you squirm in want makes him feel good about his decision to hold out a little longer — never mind the ache in his cock even then. “don’t we usually leave the rewards for a later time?”

“i was thinking — since it’s the start of a new lesson —”

“we wouldn’t want you falling behind from the start, would we?”

“i promise i won’t,” you pout. “i promise i’ll put in my best effort next time.”

“next time? sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re thinking to get off scot-free today…” suguru trails off, his hand falling to the nearest surface it can reach — which, logic seems to dictate, is your soft, milky thigh. he feels you tense under his palm, and he bites back a smile, keeping his expression level. “i just don’t know.”

your small hands grip at the front of his shirt, and he hears you, for the first time, doing something he’s always wanted to hear you do.

“please, senpai?”

how could he say no to you? he hadn’t really planned on it, had only wanted to see you do this, but it’s still too much and beyond his expectation — your misty gaze, your quivering lip. it’s almost laughable that you don’t think he’d notice the way you shift yourself so that his hand, still warm against your thigh, slides up your skin, the hem of your skirt bunched up in the junction between his thumb and forefinger.

suguru chuckles — isn’t this exactly where and how he’s always wanted you? “how could you ask me like that and expect me to refuse, angel? in that case, i have no real choice but to dedicate all our time today to your reward.”

your breathing hitches — in anticipation, in desire, in excitement — as his hand continues its trail upward, deliberately now, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. his head dips down, rests into the crook of your neck, and he inhales the thick, sweet scent of your perfume, your shampoo, of you and all that he’ll take from you.

“just remember, you asked for this,” he murmurs against your skin. “so i’m going to take every bit of you until there’s nothing left for anyone else.”

you’re so willing, so ready even before he can get his full bearings; your hips are rising slightly off the table, and suguru feels like it’s you that’s telling him to move faster. he tugs down your panties, letting gravity take its course until they’re a tiny puddle of fabric on the floor, and he slots himself between your legs. like this, you have no choice but to spread, and you do so without hesitation, your knees locking against his sides as he pulls you in for a tight, hungry kiss. there’s that taste of you he loves, that clean, sweet buzz that draws him in, and his hands are bruisingly tight on your waist as he reclaims your lips.

you already look dazed when he pulls away, which is always cute, but a little unfair — suguru wants you to be aware still when he takes you, and damn, if he doesn’t want to take you right fucking now. he kisses you again, harder and more demanding, as if willing your attention back to him, while his hands explore you — run up your thighs, fingers brushing against the plush curve of your ass. it’s not enough, not by a long shot, and he’s pushing the waistline of your skirt up your stomach with his hands, letting his warmth transfer onto your skin; he chuckles as your stomach sucks inward at his touch, just as you let out a gasp against his lips.

and he wants desperately to hear that noise again; in fact, he wants to know what you sound like in every capacity. his mouth works down your neck, pleased to find that suckling wet and languid on a spot just above your collarbone has you writhing and whimpering. are you sensitive or touch-starved? whatever the reason, he wants to draw all of that out of you, his hands drawing back down to hook under your thighs. suguru drags you to the edge of the table, until your bare cunt is flush against the front of his jeans, and he lets you feel him — a brief tease of what’s to come.

“i’m s—so wet already,” you whisper, as if he doesn’t know — as if you know it’s exactly what he wants to hear anyway. “senpai, please, i need you.”

“not that,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing your collarbone as he speaks. “not senpai. suguru. call me suguru, angel.”

“s—suguru,” you exhale shakily, and it’s music to his ears — as if the last thing holding him back from you had shattered.

“that’s it — what a good girl,” he purrs, his hips rocking forward against your pussy before they retract, leaving just enough space for his hand to slip between. slender fingers trail down your folds, sticky and slick. “you are all wet for me, aren’t you? ready to take me deep inside?”

even the way you nod, a tiny movement of assent, drives him wild, yet a part of him still wants to test the limit of your patience, his middle finger stretching to circle your entrance.

“wouldn’t want to shock your tiny little pussy, though, would i? will you let me stretch you out first, kitten?”

“yes,” you mewl, sounding almost tearful. “anything— anything, please.”

suguru drinks in the long, drawn-out keen you set free when his digit sinks into you; he’s already felt your walls against his tongue, but a small part of him is still surprised at just how tight you are. that same part nags that he might not fit easily into you, but whatever that voice is is easily drowned out by a more assertive promise — he’ll make it fit.

“can’t tell you how much i’ve wanted to feel your pretty little hole around my cock,” he presses on, his finger pushing deeper in; he feels you tense a delicious kind of tightness, as if it’s almost too much for you. is it? “ever since that first day you came into the tutoring center, dressed up all cute — did you do that on purpose, sweetheart?”

“yes,” you admit, breathless; the syllable is lengthened into a weak moan as suguru pumps his finger into you, slow, deep strokes that tease your tacky walls open. “wanted — wanted to make a good impression…”

“and you did, didn’t you? kept looking so sweet for me, so pretty every single time — got me thinking about all the ways i wanted to have you. got me so fucking hard every time we’d meet — is that what you wanted?”

suguru doesn’t give you much room to respond, but he can make his own answers to appease himself anyway; he reclaims your lips, already eager for another taste of you, and you comply with the same amount of desire, your soft whimpers melting against his teeth. in the space of pseudo silence, wet, messy noises, he manages to tease another digit into you, and you cry out against his lips as it pushes in, joining the first in how deep it reaches. he absorbs that too, takes in every minute sound you make, relishes the way you pulse around his fingers. even without the noises, he can tell your pleasure’s heightening, with the way you clench around him, your hips rocking pitifully as you’re eager to rut against his palm.

“look at you now.” he’s selfish, but he doesn’t care — he wants to ruin you, and if the telltale squelch of your cunt as he fucks his fingers into it isn’t indication enough, then the way your mouth hangs open as he pulls away, letting his name fall freely from your lips, definitely is. “legs spread, all desperate to feel good for me. what a needy little kitten you are. this good enough for you, angel?”

you shake your head, only to squeal as he pulls you closer, his fingers shoving deeper into you; your hips are re-angled, allowing him to brush the pads of his digits against the rough, sweet spot, and he feels triumph bloom in his chest as you throw your head back, teary eyes squeezed shut.

“no, no, no,” you babble, and he can see the bob of your throat as you swallow hard, clutching at sense to make words. “want — need your cock, want to cum on your cock so badly, suguru — want you to fuck me, stretch me open, please —”

“greedy, aren’t you?” he murmurs, leaning in to nip at the spot he’d left reddened above your collarbone. “go on then — show me how much you want it. show me what a good girl you are, and cum on my fingers.”

“but—”

“come on, angel,” he urges above the squelching noises, increasing surely in volume. his fingers meet resistance when they spread apart inside you, but all it does is create a delicious friction that has you squirming in his hold. “don’t hold back. let me see you fall apart.”

and you do, so prettily, your eyes rolling back and your voice unrestrained. suguru’s fingers ride you through your orgasm, pumping deep and steady despite how slick you’ve gotten, your juices coating his hand and wrist. he watches the flush rise to your neck, stopping at your cheeks, watches the heaving of your chest, the shine of your skin from a thin sheen of sweat, and he doesn’t want to let you come down from this high, but his cock is aching — practically bursting from his jeans — and all he can do is make the silent vow that the next time you look like this, he’ll be balls deep in you.

“that’s my girl,” he coos gently, watching the tension slip from your shoulders; his free hand is at the small of your back quickly, easing you down as your torso falls back, and you’re laying on the table. “pretty little thing, aren’t you? cumming so sweetly for me.”

“suguru,” you groan out weakly, your tiny hand clasping around his wrist. “cock — i want your cock, please—”

“can’t wait?” he’s indecent for sounding amused, but even that does nothing to stay his arousal; how eager you are simply makes him want you all the more. “okay, angel — since you asked so nicely.”

a slight twinge of disappointment runs through him as he pulls his fingers out, but it’s quickly buried by the feeling he gets once he gives you a clear sweep of a once-over; how slutty you look, still half-dressed but already half-ruined, your thighs shaking in an effort to keep them open for him, the remnants of your last climax still leaking out of your hole. the sight of you has him so distracted that unbuttoning and unzipping his pants feels like a fever dream of an act; he barely notices what he’s doing until he’s already bare in front of you, and alertness has crawled halfway back into your consciousness as you push yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“it’s so—” you have the decency to blush, though there’s a pleased look on your face that tells him you’re not really embarrassed. “i didn’t think you’d be this big.”

“does that worry you?”

“i’ve never had anyone… this big.” pride blooms in his chest — good, he thinks, because if he can’t be as memorable as your first, then he’ll take being the most in something as a prize. “i don’t think — will it fit?”

“does it matter?” he chuckles, and your blush deepens. “no matter what — you’ll take all of me in, won’t you?”

you chew on your bottom lip, as if considering your options, but to suguru, there’s really only one choice — the correct one, and you make it when you nod your head.

“it’ll feel good, though, you know,” he muses. his hand wrapped around his base, he lines himself up with you, the tip grazing against your folds. “even better than just now.”

with just a little more pressure, he has his shaft flush against you; his girth sits against your slit, the tip pressed against your clit, and he starts to rock his hips — into his fist, against your cunt. your hips quiver, and a shiver runs through you as your pleasure spikes again, but he can tell it isn’t enough. your bottom lip is back between your teeth, and your eyes are flitting between his face and his cock. suguru reaches out, eases your lip out from between your teeth, strokes it gently, almost tenderly.

“say it,” he commands in a soft, silky voice.

“fuck me, suguru,” you breathe out, barely missing a beat. “fuck me, fuck my pussy, please.”

and if you ask that desperately, he’ll waste no time; he draws his hips back, dragging his cock down until he’s aligned with your entrance. his eyes are trained on your face, even when he pushes in, so that he can take in your expression — the widening of your eyes as his tip breaches the first wave of resistance, the way your mouth falls agape as his fingers dig hard into your flesh. he’s never seen a prettier sight in his life.

“stretched you out already, but you’re still so fucking tight,” his voice is a soft, melodious croon, a stark contrast to the way he’s forcing past your tightness. “tight and wet, like a good girl.”

“so big,” you whimper, your fingers stretched far enough to tickle the front of his shirt. “can’t — can’t take it.”

“of course you can, angel.” suguru doesn’t give you the time to brace yourself fully before he’s rocking his hips in a little more sharply, his cock now halfway into you. your fingers curl into a little fist, immediately flying back to block the noise from your mouth. “ah ah. don’t get shy on me now; you’ve been so noisy for me all this time.”

but he doesn’t really mind the way you clap your palm over your mouth to muffle your high-pitched squeal as he thrusts in fully, the adjustment period after the last movement close to nothing; he’s too busy focusing on how good you feel around him, how warm and wet your insides are. this is heaven, easily, and suguru wants to stay here for as long as he can.

“god, you’re fucking tight,” he repeats, an appreciatory gaze running over where you’re joined. his thumb stretches over your folds, rubbing them — something of an apology, perhaps, although all it does is stimulate you more, and you shiver at the extra contact. “how deep is it, baby?”

“can feel you here,” you mumble out, your small hand pressing just above your pelvis. he feels the tightness multiply as you place pressure, even just for a moment. “your cock’s so much deeper than anyone else.”

your hand falls away, limp, as he draws his hips back; you inhale, long and deep, before letting it out as a broken moan when he pushes back in. it drives him crazy, to start off this slow, when all he wants is to find a pace that has you sobbing, but the resistance of your pussy against his length isn’t easy to ignore. suguru works you open, his jaw set and his grip tight against your frame, and it isn’t long before he’s picking up speed, the slap of his flesh against yours fueling him exponentially, mingling with your cries, steadily increasing in volume.

“that’s it. let everyone hear you,” he eggs on, his thumb now circling tight around your clit; your legs are quivering, threatening to close, but he keeps you steady, one arm wrapped around your thigh. his thrusts grow rougher, more deliberate, and when he looks up from where you’re joined back to your face, he sees your expression as a mixture of incredulity and ecstasy. a thin line of drool hangs from the corner of your mouth, your pretty pink lip gloss smeared, and fuck if he doesn’t want to make sure you look like this every single time he comes over. “let them know who’s fucking you good, angel.”

“su— suguru!” your voice hitches, lilts up as he presses in at a different, deeper angle, and he almost cums right then and there from the way your walls pulse around him. “your cock feels so good, fucking me just right— more, god, more—”

he complies without hesitation, gathering both your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest; you look even lewder like this, folded in half with your sopping cunt presented to him like it’s all his to take, and it is, isn’t it? there’s an increase in the intensity, the vigor in which he pumps his cock into you, and he knows he’s brushing repeatedly against your spot by the way you’re blubbering his name out in a way that suggests you sincerely think no one else in this building can hear you.

“that’s my girl,” he hums approvingly, though there’s a thickness in his voice that has him sounding a little more strained. “such a good girl, with your cunt all nice and sloppy for me. do you like it when i go this deep? does it feel good when i fuck you where no one else can?”

“yes!” you sob out, your hands crumpling the end of your skirt up into tight fists. “suguru, i— cum, i need to cum again, please—”

“i’ve got you, kitten,” his tone is reassuring, a stark contrast to the rigor of his hips. “don’t have to hang on for me, you know; always love seeing you fall apart.”

“m’close, so close, closecloseclose—”

“let go, then,” he urges, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. “let me feel that sweet cunt cum on my cock.”

you comply without hesitation, though if you’d done it willingly, he can’t really tell; he has to pin your hips down to stop you from bucking up and causing him to slip out, and you writhe against him as you sob in ecstasy, your walls fluttering before they clench. stray tears leak from your eyes, squeezed shut, and suguru wants nothing more than to eat you up like this — broken, fucked out.

you’re not even fully down from your high when he feels it — that sudden wrenching in his gut that tells him he’s about to follow suit. with a low groan, he peels your thighs apart again, lets you watch him as he bullies straight into your leaking hole. your voice is a staccato, punctuating every deep, sharp thrust into you, and it’s exactly to that melody that he wants to get off.

“tell me where you want it, angel.” he doesn’t trust his voice, sharp and short as it is now. “should i mark your pretty face? your stomach?”

“want it against my pussy,” you whisper out, and suguru almost loses his mind as he watches you spread your folds apart with your forefinger and middle finger, inviting him. “make a mess of it, senpai.”

he’s barely able to pull out before he’s spilling against you; he ruts against your slit, coating your folds and the insides of your thighs in thick, creamy white. you hold your legs apart for as long as you can until they start to tremble, and he catches them and gently eases them down.

when you sit up to kiss him, you’re still demanding; he feels your hips rock closer, your sticky cunt pressing against the underside of his cock.

“not enough,” you murmur against his lips, and suguru chuckles as you bind your hands around his neck.

“don’t worry, kitten,” he hums back. “we’ve got all afternoon.”

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gatheringbones · 1 year

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[“The barbers, on the other hand, were kind. They were prisoners, too, though they’d been trained as cosmetologists for their prison work. They could see my pain. They could feel my body tense, sense how anxious the whole thing made me. I’d freak out every time and start telling the barber that I didn’t want to do this, I couldn’t bear it again. They went slow, talking me through it very carefully. “I know,” they’d say gently. There was no judgment.

They’d get me talking about something else, anything else. Sometimes, they’d wash my hair, to make it feel more like a beauty appointment than a ritual shearing. And each of the barbers made sure, very carefully, that he left my hair at two inches every time—the longest length allowed. One barber asked if he could shape my eyebrows; he said he wanted the practice. And so from then on, he’d thread my brows into a feminine shape, a small thing that made me feel more like the person I knew I was. It touched me deeply.

I wasn’t the only trans person in our housing unit. In late 2013, the dining facility was closed for renovation, and we ate in the gym. Everything was temporarily socially scrambled, our usual table arrangements thrown into chaos. There was a break from territoriality, the usual de facto segregation. A person from the Latinx group sat down next to me and began to talk quietly about my transness. “I feel the same way,” they said. “I have these feelings, and I never got a chance to deal with them.” Not long after, they were transferred to a medium-security facility in Texas. (Texas was a jurisdiction where prisoners couldn’t legally change their names, which meant that a trans person couldn’t do what I’d done in Kansas.)

Most of the prisoners now called me by feminine pronouns and used my last name or called me Chelsea. Even the transphobes at least largely respected me. But there was one guy—white, blond hair, glasses, lanky—who’d been convicted for murdering civilians. He came into the dining facility one day not long after he’d arrived and began needling me about my gender. If this guy thought he was doing something original that was going to cause some kind of fresh pain, he was extremely incorrect. Being an out trans person had quickly thickened my skin. I was surrounded by people who say the meanest possible things to you, so you learn to be twice as hard, and twice as ready to rip someone apart. I went straight back at him. Look at you, you skinny-ass glasses-wearing little general. I wonder how many pencils you’ve broken today. He was momentarily stunned. Everyone else reacted. Oh, I hope you got a sterile dressing for that burn. He was mortified. He had been taken down by a trans girl, and nobody let him forget it.

The other inmates were supportive of my pursuit of gender reassignment, not necessarily because they believed deeply in trans rights, but because compelling the government to allow me to take hormones was fighting back against the prison. A victory for me would be a victory for all prisoners.”]

chelsea manning, from readme.txt

#chelsea manning #trans literature #currently reading

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mjolnirswriststrap · 3 months

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Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve��s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

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toxicanonymity · 5 months

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being bad and looking good.

2.8k, raider!Joel (dark) x f!reader | Raider Master SUMMARY: You look hot but get punished for acting up. WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon unsafe P in V, possessive Joel, creampie, manhandling, angst, joel makes you cry, rough, spanking, choking. He's a bad guy, not a kink practitioner: no rules. He cares, and you enjoy the dique, but you're captive. A/N: HYPOTHETICAL because I didn't want to figure out where to place it in the timeline. Set vaguely in the past. This is for a lingerie ask as well as readers who have requested feral/mad Joel or sweet pea being bad. @javier-penas-wifexx420 @arcanefox207 IMMERSABILITY: Reader has hair that can be held/pulled. Joel can lift reader. Reader has no height/size, so fill in the blanks for whether he has to bend his knees to enter you, etc.

Joel lets it slip how close the abandoned mall is, and you can't stop thinking about going there. You want to get something for him. He always brings you things and you never have anything to give him other than food you've foraged and flowers for the trailer. One day, you insist it would be fine with Joel if you go to the mall. You make it sound like you've discussed it. Carter is skeptical, but he feels bad for you. He finally breaks down and agrees to take you.

When you're there, you're walking through the mall and notice Carter's head turn all the way toward a particular storefront as you walk by. You wouldn't have noticed it otherwise. He keeps the same stride, but you slow down to look.

It's a lingerie store. Most of the mannequins are bare or have clothes hanging off them, but there are huge, fading posters with women of all shapes and sizes sporting lace teddies, babydolls, bralettes, strappy garters, and the floor is littered with them.

Carter sighs when he realizes you've stopped at the store.

As he slowly walks back to you, scratching the back of his neck, you ask, “Do you think Joel would like it if I had something from here?” The question feels almost rhetorical, but there's that bit of insecurity, too.

“Uh, I dunno. Sure, I guess.” Carter doesn't seem comfortable. He agrees to let you go in for just a minute to see if you find something, but you have to stay in view. And you think you do. It's a two piece with a sheer, strappy top. The bottom is more modest than a thong, but it has a slit in the crotch that makes you clench your thighs together thinking about Joel.

—-

When you get home, you put it on in the bathroom so you can look at yourself in the mirror. You think it looks good, but it's not a full-length view. And you're not quite sure if it's fitting right. How much tit is supposed to be showing? How tight should it be? You put the flannel back on, but leave it open when you come out. You feel a little more covered than you are, since the nature of the fabric shows a lot.

Carter's sitting at the kitchen table casually shuffling a deck of cards. He looks at you for only a split second before his face hardens, and he abruptly looks away. “Jesus,” he drops the cards on the table, and the chair groans against the floor as he stands up. “The hell are ya doin’?” he awkwardly turns around, pulling up on his pants a little.

“I just wanna know if it looks-”

“--'m sure it looks great,” Carter runs his hands through his hair in distress as he looks out the window. Then, he tightly crosses his arms, and they stretch his sleeves even more. “Now get outta here,” he tells you. He rocks forward onto his toes, then back, waiting for you to leave.

Is he mad? You step further into the kitchen and try to meet his eyes in the reflection.

His voice is stern. “Go put some goddamn clothes on.”

“Sorry, I wasn't–”

“Now.” He means it. You stand there stunned for a moment with your lip quivering. He's never been angry at you before.

“NOW.” He points toward Joel's room, veins bulging on his hand and arm. He doesn't turn around to look at you, but you see the flush from his cheeks creeping onto his neck and ears.

You go to your room and sniffle as you button the flannel. Then you put on a pair of shorts, curl up on the bed, and cry.

–

After a few minutes, there's a soft knock on the bedroom door. “Ya’okay?”

You only sniffle, “I'm sorry,” in response.

Carter sighs. “I shouldn'ta snapped at ya, darlin’. But ya just – can't do that, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Shit, you're a pretty girl, okay? But it ain't my business how ya look. . .in somethin’ like that.”

“. . .I know, I wasn't thinking.”

“Now, if you're dressed and wanna play rummy, I’ll deal. . .”

You smile to yourself through your tears.

—--

You dry your eyes and come out to the kitchen, but something in the air is different as you pull out a chair and sit down.

“Carter, please forget it,” you plead and try to get him to look at you. It feels like you broke something.

He finally makes eye contact and forces a little smile. Then he concentrates on the cards as he deals. “Two, two, three, three,” he counts the cards out loud for each of you as he deals. He finishes, and while you're studying the hand you’re dealt, it's quiet. In the corner of your eye, Carter's gaze falls to your now fully-covered chest, but he quickly pulls his eyes away and looks straight down, fidgeting with his cards. You feel awful. What if he can’t look at you the same? It was stupid to try to show him. Of course it would look good to Joel, he likes everything on (and off) you.

______

When Joel gets home, you're in the bedroom alone, sitting on the bed in the lingerie and flannel. As he enters through the kitchen, his boots are heavy on the linoleum. Your heart races with a moment of doubt - how are you going to explain this? But he bursts in the room grumbling, “goddamn Harold, tryin’ to get us all killed.” He takes his shirt off over his back, tosses it to the laundry, and looks at you. He pauses and devours the view for a few seconds before he slowly approaches, chest heaving.

He looms over you as you sit on the bed. He uses both hands to nudge the flannel off your shoulders, and it pools behind you. You take your arms out of it. He grabs a tit and rests his other hand on the nape of your neck, thumb brushing the curve of your skull. His chest lets out a low growl as he feels you. Then his fingers trail up the strap on one shoulder. He plucks it and it snaps against your skin.

Joel’s face darkens as he asks, “Where’d it come from?” When you don’t answer fast enough, his hand traces up your throat. A chill spreads across your chest. His thumb brushes the side of your neck, then slides over to lift your chin and make you look at him. “Where.”

“I wanted to do something you’d like.”

“Where,” he repeats, then clenches his jaw, waiting.

“You said the mall wasn’t far, so–”

He raises his voice. “You went to the mall? Where was Carter?”

“It’s okay, he was there, even found a part for the van in the parking lot.”

Joel’s nostrils flare, and he grips your jaw. “Carter took you to the mall.”

Your eyes water with panic. “No, it wasn’t his idea--”

“To buy somethin’ like this.”

“I wanted to get you something. I didn’t know they had this stuff —”

“He's got no business takin’ ya anywhere. And sure as hell not somewhere sexy.”

You're worried for Carter and grateful he’s not around. “I swore the mall was okay, that you wouldn’t mind. I didn’t know there was somewhere sexy,” your voice trails off.

Joel shakes his head, nostrils flaring. “You don't say what's okay. You don't KNOW what's okay. Get up.”

He forces you to your feet then turns you around.

“I thought you'd like it,” you sniffle. “You always do things for me.”

“He grabs your ass, lifting your butt cheek and lets it drop. He clicks his tongue. “well, I sure don't like how ya got it.”

“I'm sorry”

“Think ya need a reminder who's in charge here.”

“I know,” you sniffle in agreement, sensing what's coming. He sits down on the bed and manhandles you into lying face down over his knees. You feel a twinge of arousal even before he shifts your position and your hip brushes the hard shape in his jeans.

You hold your breath as he brings his hand back, then it lands with a sting and you yelp at the force. You bury your mouth in your arm as he brings his hand back again. He repeats it on the other cheek and you let out a muffled whimper that sounds more aroused than you should be.

“Like bein’ bad?” He asks, then spanks you again.

“No.”

His hand lands with a sting one more time and stays on your skin to grab the plush of your burning skin. “Ya like this?”

“. . .I dunno,” you whimper, unsure of the right answer.

He feels between your legs, his thick finger finding a damp slit in the cotton crotch of the lacy underwear. He slips a finger inside the garment, giving you a shock of need when his knuckle nudges your dripping hole. “Ya do, don't ya? Get up.” He grabs your arm and stands up, forcing you to your feet. He holds your hair and stares you down sternly. “This ain't for fun, baby, it's your safety” He lets go of your hair and looms closer. “Understand?”

You nod and reflexively back up. Something tells you it's not just about your safety.

“AND Carter's. You tryin' to make me hurt’m?” He asks. Joel gets closer and you keep backing up toward the wall.

“No,” you sob. “Please don't. He’s good, so good, he wouldn't even look at me. He respects you so much”

A new rage flashes across Joel's face and he lowers his voice. “He wouldn't . . .even . . .look at ya,” he mutters too calmly for your comfort. He takes a deep breath, looks you up and down again, puts his hand on your chest, fingers spread wide, and walks you harshly into the wall. His bare chest heaves. ”But ya gave him the chance, didn't ya,” Joel nods. You've dug your hole so much deeper.

“I was only thinking about–” Joel’s hand comes to your neck as you croak out, “--you.” You don't know what you were thinking. Joel doesn't either. He slowly shakes his head, nostrils flaring.

He pins you with his hips, and his hard cock digs into your front, making you gush.

“Forget who ya belong to?”

“No,” you whimper. “I’m yours.”

He pulls his hips back and quickly unfastens his pants. You bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight of his cock. It nudges under the bottom hem of the lingerie top to reach your body. You feel his skin hit your lower belly, and it makes you weak with desire. “Only wanna be yours.”

He kicks your feet apart to spread your legs, and he brings his lips to your hair. “Then ya do what I say. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you whisper, then he shoves his hand between your legs, using two fingers to spread the slit in the fabric of the crotch.

“‘s’for your own good,” he adds.

He nudges the slit with his cockhead. The fabric doesn’t open wide enough, so he rips the slit more, then you feel his tip at your wet little hole. He holds his cock in line, then grabs your ass and shoves up into you all at once, bottoming out. The force makes your back and shoulders drag up the wall. With your feet now off the ground, your knees bend, cradling his hips. He holds you by your ass, adjusts your weight, and your back is against the wall. You balance your arms around his neck. His thick cock retreats then punches into you again.

He's so thick, each time he pushes in, it feels like he’s taking up your whole body. He’s not looking at you; he’s looking past you. The grip of his fingers hurts enough to feel good, to feel his desperation, how much he has to have you–for him and only him.

He grunts and growls and breathes heavily, stomach heaving against you. “You're mine, sweet pea.”

“I am,” you agree.

“No one else can have ya.” His words get broken with the force of his thrusts. “No one else can see ya.”

“I know.”

You moan as he buries his length in you roughly, and he mutters “goddamn,” tightening his grip on your ass. You’re overwhelmed by the fullness of his cock, his skin against yours, his breath in your hair, his body pinning you there. All of it makes your insides swell with mounting pleasure.

“I love being yours,” you pant.

He fucks you in relative silence for about two minutes, the room filled only with the sounds of his brutish grunts and unbridled sighs, your little moans and whimpers, and the squelch of his stiff cock pumping in and out of your dripping cunt.

He adjusts your weight and looks down at your body from time to time, letting your upper back rest against the wall as he rails into you. You’re reassured that he likes the fit, at least. Your legs wrap loosely around him.

The pressure in your lower belly builds with each grunt, each thrust of his cock. Soon, his breath becomes shaky and the drag of his cock quickens. Then he bottoms out sharply with a groan, drawing a sigh from you as he begins to pulse. He thrusts into you slower, more controlled, and you rock slowly against the wall. The rhythmic swell of his shaft within your walls and the warm seed spilling from his tip make you clench around him. You moan his name, tighten your legs, and he sighs as your cunt chokes his cock.

When his balls are empty, he slides out, and the fabric pulls with his cock as he withdraws and lets you down to the floor.

—-

Joel sighs, crams his wet cock into his pants, and fastens them again.

“You okay?” He asks, catching his breath.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna pay Carter a visit, down at the house.”

“Please, Joel, it was all my fault,” you beg. “Don’t do it.”

“Ain’t gonna kill’m. This time.” You still don’t like the look on his face.

You follow him across the room, reach for his arm, and your fingers land lightly on his inner elbow. He pauses, still without his shirt on, and looks down at your hand on his elbow. He turns around, reads your face, then goes over to the bed without a word. He sits and manspreads. “I was desperate to make you happy,” you plead, fidgeting with the hem of your top.

Joel scrunches his face. “Ya do make me happy, sweet pea.”

“He didn't even wanna take me,” you insist.

“Then he’s gotta learn to say no.”

You hesitantly come closer, unsure if he’ll turn you away, but he lets you between his legs, then you sit on his thigh and keep fidgeting with the hem of your top.

“He says no all the time,” you assure Joel.

“Does he,” Joel mutters skeptically.

“I made it like he would've been saying no to you.”

Joel shakes his head, looking at your mouth. “That ain't right, but he knows better, baby.”

“He yelled at me,” you offer, hoping it doesn't make things worse.

Joel's brow furrows and his tone sharpens. “Ya gotta stop lyin’, now. It's pissin’ me off.”

“I'm not! He was mad.”

“Oh yeah? What'd he yell?”

“Told me to go away and put on some clothes.”

Joel’s chin lifts to look at the ceiling and he takes a deep breath, then looks at you. “What the hell got into ya, huh?”

“I dunno,” you mumble. “Feel like I'm going crazy, stuck here all day.” Joel looks at you. “But you take good care of me,” you clarify, “and I love it here.”

But that’s not what Joel’s thinking about.

“Wanna fuck him? Suck his dick?”

“No!” You're on the verge of tears again. “God, Joel, please don't talk like that.” Your face is scrunched up in pain.

“Then don't act like it.”

“I was–okay, I get it.”

Joel is quiet for a few seconds, then asks, “What if I told ya to suck his dick?”

“No!”

“You'd say no to me?”

“I’d ask if I really have to.”

Joel's face slowly softens, like you found the only acceptable answer. “And why’s that?”

“Cause I only want yours.”

“Hm,” Joel nods.

“Please, Joel. Stay here, don't go to him. . .you can talk to him tomorrow.”

You put your arms around Joel's neck and study his pensive face. Then you bury your head in his neck and whisper “Sorry.” His hand slowly comes to your back. You dip your head and lightly brush your lips against his collar bone, then return your face under his jaw, and he nestles his head over yours. Your wet lashes blink against his skin, and his hand slowly slides on your back. Somehow, it feels like more comfort than you deserve.

“Ok, baby,” he whispers and wraps both arms around you.

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if you wanna know whether Carter sees sweet pea that way, check out he's only human.

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Their present-day story will continue, but I don't have an ETA, sorry. Unless the next one gets split up, it'll have fluff, two moods of smut, angst.

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anantaru · 9 months

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danheng or jingyuan hate sex 🙉

including. dan heng & jing yuan

cw. rough, fem! reader

— dan heng

dan heng had his eyes on you, day and night, and particularly right now, with his forehead pressing to your own as his body drops on top of you, bouncing forward and back against yours, amplified by the power behind his rough pace.

you can say that it wasn't a big surprise that he was visibly aggressive in this current scenario with your frame tightly squeezed under him, hitting his hips into your cunt as your body follows his dominant lead, your pointy nipples brushing against his well-shaped chest as you whine at the unblended strength permeating in the impacts of his greedy blows, your soaked pussy stretching as he's targeting all the hidden pleasure buttons inside of you.

it's crystal clear and you're aware of the reality— that you both didn't necessarily like each other very much, some might directly go as far as to assume that you extensively detested even being in the same room as each other.

if only your needy bodies wouldn't act so fucking perfectly and fine together, like a golden symphony straight out of an ethereal play— glossy, exposed skin feeling every twitch and ridge of his length between your quivering legs as crystalline pebbles gather slowly on your sticky lashes when you finally decide to speak out for the very first time during this eventful night.

of course— other than moaning and hiccuping at how flawless and great he was fucking you.

"this— fuck! this doesn't change a thing!"

you yell out, hiding your face in his neck and wetly whining when he grinds his shaft into your sweet cunt, a little faster this time and you could swear on it, swear that you heard a subtle laugh against your ear, one of a breathless kind, evidently assimilated with nonchalance.

"d-don't worry." dan heng coos back at you, as you would expect, apathetic by nature, "i wouldn't want to change anything anyways."

— jing yuan

hatred is such a strong word, isn't it?

by all means, jing yuan tends to, on the face of it, find it beyond fitting and flawless when it comes to describing your 'special' relationship— if you can even call it a relationship in the first place.

granted, wether it was anything work related that you two had to be in the same room together for, or seemingly innocent discussions about whatever topic at hand would concern the both of you, you never would agree on anything— it even got to a point where it became an insider between your peers, stating that whatever the case, if you were to choose one route, jing yuan would take the other, just out of spite.

well, but at least only your minds weren't compatible.

because when it came to your bodies, they surely worked in tune with each other and you hated how much the general could get possessive of you too— whilst this was a different story, yet for some reason jing yuan couldn't let you be with someone else, despite him viciously claiming that he couldn't stand your guts.

but what you, on the other hand, couldn't understand all the more, was on how his almost insane possession over your entire being made you crave him twice as much, entirely, how you adored it whenever you melted into his body when he fucked you, it honestly made your mouth water at the simple thought of it.

and how you can just easily wrap your legs around his hips as he thrusts himself into your tight hole, feeling your sore and clamping pussy all over him as you cry out into his neck, desperate and without shame— the knot in your lower belly close and tight, ready to break, so good that it was beginning to ache from inside and out.

his hips were now, surging forward and branding your walls with his pre, and jing yuan, the ever so handsome general, set a steady, yet strong tempo to rocking his thick, thudding cock into you, because you can take it, right? can take him— and perhaps you both were indeed lucky in a way, to have found at least something that for one, will make you choose the same route.

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suguru-getos · 7 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 26﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Yandere Itachi Uchiha x F!Reader -> Breeding

Warnings: Dub!con, yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby trapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulative Itachi, pregnancy of breeding!kink. Itachi is still soft because yeah >\\< and fluffy if you squint

It's the ridiculously delectable way, her doe-eyed self cowers down beneath him whenever she loomed in his presence. He adores her, watching her fidget every time Itachi says something, every time he glances at her unmomentarily. She is akin to a deer, and Itachi- a lion, a ruthless, sadistic lion wanting nothing more but to tame his prey, but no- he doesn't just want to prey on her, he wants to love her. He wants her to love him, to subdue everything she can for him.

It's the way he always excuses his behavior with the sentence that chains her neck, boiling down her very core. "It's all to protect you, to keep you safe." When he addresses her as an 'Angel' she loses a little faith in god, because no angel's wings should be pinned down as hers, the way Itachi does it.

No, he does not hurt her, but he does make sure she doesn't hurt herself, sometimes confinement and solitude is the most amicable way to stem down the essence of a punishment and a lesson. Treason, if you will.

He still feels insanity grip the very nerves of his self when she approaches him, slouching as if she'd break if she stood tall. He would break her for standing tall & sniveling at him to let her go. "Hmm, maybe bestowing you with some responsibility will help, you've become quite air-headed, dear Y/N."

Oh, it desolates his perfect, controlled mind when he imagines her tiny self inflated with his seed, having trouble pacing around, needing Itachi with every little beck and call, the vulnerability which will come with her last semester, how she will struggle to hold her urine when the little Uchiha would kick and eagerly wait to see Mother and Father... how adoring.

It starts slow, after months of living together with Itachi, she knows how to read him, how Itachi's eyes glint towards the impending, she wouldn't be unjust, Itachi treats her kindly when he demands something, especially when it needs his fragile, male ego stroked and petted.

So she complies, as he spreads her apart naked, pupils visibly dilated as his gaze turns tender, more subtle. As if she'd break under him, a vile part of him wants to break her instantly. Itachi is a paradox, after all. "It's okay, my angelic little thing." You're doing so well for me. His luscious, long hair tickles her tender breasts as Itachi leans in, kissing her neck, scraping at the sensitive, irritated skin & deviously marking her up. "Oh no, don't cry, I'm going to be gentler." He dotes on her being a sensitive crybaby, can't handle his length, can't handle him.

Oh but the little being Itachi owns, is ferocious on her own, knowing most ardently she has him in her grip, "Wa-ant to go out after this." She manages to barely choke out when Itachi's member ravishes her cunt, thrusting, rutting his hips inside, churning them up to his shape. Itachi couldn't say no to that face, the future mother of his kids. "Anything... Angel."

"Will you let me fill you up?" Itachi asks though she doesn't have any choice but to, Itachi is a master, a sorcerer of illusions and to earn her goodness, to pretend she owns the decision of freedom, ever so fleeting choices that are nothing but a mirage; Itachi loves that.

She nods, biting her lip like an anxious child, the background thoughts all super setting the imagery of her being pregnant, she's too far gone now though. Stockholm Syndrome hugs her every night along with the slender arms of her lover. She wants to please him, simultaneously hating herself for the same as she nods, feeling the thrusts slow down, sloppy and then the warmth of his seed deep inside her gummy walls.

"Nothing, Angel, without you... I'm nothing."

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eastend-if · 4 months

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👥DEMO 👥 PLAYLIST 👥 PINTEREST 👥 COG FORUM

You keep having the same dreams over and over. It happened, years ago, before you left. You thought you had left Eastend behind for good.

It seems you can never truly escape your past. The Priest had warned you.

There's a girl you've never seen in your dreams. Yet, she seems so familiar - as a forgotten teddy bear you left in the attic of your home. She feels right, she looks wrong, she's wrong. Because she's not you, she says. And the two of you stand on the road...a bright light blinds you but the smell of iron reaches you. You do not need your eyes to deduce the ending of the nightmares.

Metaphorical dreams have never been your forte...except this is real. On the day you arrive, she's still alive. And smiling...laughing...walking with her friends. She looks like a normal girl of your age.

You black out - from the shock you think. The familiar iron smell being all too close, it makes you nauseous. At least, the earthen scent that lingers on your clothes counters it a little.

Why are you in the woods again?

....Why is there blood on your hands?

Welcome home, whispers the wind.

• Customize the vessel whether be it in looks, personality or identity.

• You are free to romance four of the cast. Maybe more, there are many eyes on you.

• Your choices will shape you as they shape the town. They will have consequences on the people around you and those who aren't anymore. Be careful you never know what effect the ripples may have.

• Explore your past to shape your future.

• Fight your nightmares should you be so inclined - or welcome them, there might be surprises in the deep dark part of your mind?

• Choose whether or not you'll doom your childhood town - although, that might not be left to you. Leaving is an option too, after all, you've already left once.

• Survive - or don't. You didn't think you were the only one who could save them, did you?

Eastend is rated 18+ for sexual themes, substance use, explicit language, explicit violence, death and more.

Beverly Arevalo [F,23], your childhood friend. At least, one of you perceived it that way. She has always been difficult to read and understand, you were one of the few who could years back. Maybe you can rekindle your friendship - maybe it will grow into more. The only thing you know for certain is that there are many unknowns surrounding Beverly.

Aina Valen [F,26] is that stereotypical preppy girl, at least what you know of her. You were never quite close when you still lived in town, but things have changed and so have both of you. Surprisingly enough, she works at the library now, having taken over her brother. You're not aware of what happened between them, only that she seems overly bored whenever you pass by the vitrine. At least she insists on telling you you are the 'spice' of her days, whatever that may mean.

Benjamin Li [M,26] his preferred nickname, Benji has always shown kindness to you and this didn't change with your unexpected return. He somehow always has a nice word for you or others in his vicinity, it's refreshing quite frankly. There are always critters following him around but they say animals are good judges of characters so that's a good sign, right?

Hezekiah Lyncroft [M, 24] was always a pain in your ass, even younger. Always arguing with you over anything and nothing, he was the reason for many headaches. Back then, there were rumours about his home life, ones you remember well. At least, he seems to be in a better place nowadays, even though he's still a pain to be around. But not all pains are bad.

+ familiar faces and strangers you've yet to meet

Demo stands currently at 5.8k words. It is meant as short introduction to the setting and story. Hope you enjoy despite the length :)

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actual-changeling · 8 months

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Crowley screamed for Her when he fell because She wasn't the one who cast him out, she couldn't have been; the love so bright it blinded him whenever he reached for it was real, is real, it has to be.

He did not scream for God or the Almighty, he cried for his Mother, the one who had smiled at him with a tenderness unlike any other and named him Starmaker.

They rushed by him, his stars, when he fell, colourful streaks blurred by the tears in his eyes as the grace defining his every cell left him, scream after scream. Crowley called for Her, seeing blinding white taking shape, and he dared to hope, stretching out an arm right before the flames of hell swallowed him whole.

In his weakest moments, curled up on the concrete of his balcony with his face bared to the sky, he tries to believe that a hand, slender and familiar, had been reaching for him. Tries to believe that She still loves him, that She never left him even though he left Her.

Crowley stretches one hand skywards, watching the stars twinkle between his fingers, and all he has left to offer is a whisper, the same question that ripped him away from everything good, everything light.

"Why?"

Every time, he asks. Every time, all he receives is silence, and then he waits until dawn washes away his creations. Crowley unfurls his wings on those mornings, presses them to cold concrete and metal in a doomed attempt to try and soothe the ever-present burn caught in his feathers.

If he closes his eyes, dizzy with uncried tears and cramping muscles, the morning sun slowly warming on his face, it almost feels like it did back then when he was tumbling through nebulae and constellations; rage and disappointment both so laced with fear they became one and the same.

Sometimes, when the tethers connecting him to hell and earth are two shackles holding him down, he thinks about flying as high as he possibly can just to let go and feel the air rushing through his feathers - so he can pretend there is nothing waiting for him, nothing but stars and more stars, and empty spaces for him to fill.

When he inevitably moves, his wings stiff but momentarily soothed, he remembers that he doesn't need to do anything at all to reclaim that feeling. It is enough to drive too fast with too much fizzling rage only to let himself be broken apart by his longing when Aziraphale is always, always an arm's length away.

Crowley lies on his back, the Bentley cold beneath him, one hand stretched out to the sky, reaching for the stars, reaching for him, his eyes violet, his lips familiar.

Sometimes he still thinks he can see Her reaching for him as his wings wither and his stars burn.

Sometimes he thinks he can see his angel looking back, his tears blinking comets burning up in the atmosphere.

Sometimes he thinks he never stopped falling.

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solarisfortuneia · 1 year

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— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

in the vast expanse of time, the tiniest moments shine the brightest.

✦ info: “jing yuan kissy kissy mwah mwah smooch” — mika, 2023.

✦ featuring: jing yuan.

✦ warnings: kisses galore, tooth-rotting fluff., not proofread.

✦ notes: hi hello please have this medium low effort drabble written because i wanted to kiss jing yuan in the middle of the night

the starchess game lays forgotten on the table.

instead, jing yuan is all that has your rapt attention.

he tastes of bitter, bitter tea and sweet, sweet honey, plush lips soft and oh-so-deliciously warm against yours. the scent that clings to his clothes is fragrant jasmine, and you send a thousand thanks to your past self for purchasing that specific perfume.

you like that smell on him, you think. it suits him. you know it will linger about your own person for hours to come, and you don’t mind at all.

and as your lips move to his forehead, to the space under his eyes, to the bridge of his nose, down to the very tip, he laughs, the sound coming from somewhere deep within his chest. it travels throughout your entire body, from your ears to your heart, and all the way down to the tips of your toes, a pleasant warmth spreading through your soul.

“oh?” he hums, nuzzling his nose with yours. “someone’s very, very affectionate today,”

“are you complaining?” you quip, never bothering to stop, littering pecks all over his jawline, on his chin, up to the little mole underneath his eye, trailing featherlight touches in the wake of your kisses. your fingertips trace his sharp features, taking in every curve, every angle, every bump, tenderly drawing shapes into pale skin.

“not at all. on the contrary, i’m rather enjoying it.”

“oh, i know you are.” you smile against his cheek, giggling when his fingers brush your side. “hey,” you chide playfully. “watch the hands, general. you know i’m ticklish.”

“my apologies,” he grins, not a trace of remorse in golden eyes. without warning, he tugs you closer until you rest on his lap, arms finding their way around his neck, returning your affections tenfold. his kisses grace every inch of skin he can find, mirroring the path you followed on his own face.

his eyes flit to yours to make the briefest of contacts with your own, adoration evident in amber, before closing to savor the feel of your cheeks under his lips. subtle whispers of affection for you fall freely and unrestrainedly.

goosebumps rise along the lengths of your limbs, electricity running down your spine. your previous thoughts are but a distant memory; how can you think of anything, when you have jing yuan lavishing you with all the affection in his being?

after what seems like both an eternity and almost no time at all, he pulls away slowly and slightly, eyes lidded, breath shallow. white hair cascades down broad shoulders, ponytail unraveling somewhere in the middle of your exchange, ribbon fallen to the floor. he says nothing for a moment, simply choosing to play with your clothing as his gaze remains fixed on your figure.

“staring is rude, my love,” you tap his nose mischievously.

a slow smile stretches across his face as he moves closer, pressing his forehead to yours. “but admiring a work of art isn’t, my love,” he murmurs against your lips. his voice is gentle, quiet, appreciative; his words cradled by a soft whisper the same way he cradles your face in his warm, calloused hands. “you look wonderful like this. so mesmerizing, i can’t take my eyes off of you.”

the words of admiration that roll off his tongue are sincere, heartfelt, and you know exactly how much he means that. he’s made sure that no matter the circumstance, no matter the situation, you never doubt what he feels for you.

you send a shy smile his way. “you’re beautiful too,” you tell him, just as sincerely, twirling a lock of his hair.

he nudges his shoulder against yours. “then i suppose we make a dazzling pair, don’t we? perhaps we should invest in eye protection for those around us?”

you snort. “i know your pockets are deep, but truly, that’d be a waste of money.”

he throws his head back in laughter. “ah, you’re right.” he says, pretending to consider. “i’m sure they’ll be able to handle our radiance just fine.”

oh, how you wish every moment could be like this one.

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hotchs-big-hands · 9 months

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Because It's You

Aaron Hotchner x plus-size!reader|6.8k words

NSFW minors dni please

Warning(s): deep bodily insecurities, angst but with comfort, tiny argument, sex, mirror sex, body worship, daddy kink, Aaron is a very hands-on kinda guy, fem!reader, naked female/clothed male (for some of it)

Requested by anon:

if you’re feeling up to it, would you consider writing something about plus-size!reader with a b-belly and being totally insecure about aaron seeing her naked (or close to naked)? (You can read the rest of the prompt here!)

Hey Lovey 💖💖💖 I'm very happy and honoured to write this for you!! I'm sorry it took so long to do but I hope you enjoy it all the same :) I have this type of tummy as well and some days I feel bad about it. But we always gotta remember that it's just a part of us and there's no shame in that :) much love! I hope you enjoy 💖

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Dating Aaron had been so, so dreamy. He was dreamy. You questioned how you managed to garner his attention, but he would just smile and cup your rounded cheeks to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He just knew you were the one the moment he set eyes on you. And so you'd accepted his answer, although you didn't quite understand still. His kisses, his touches, his caring nature took your breath away. Whenever he would return from his job to you you'd feel floaty, ready to rush into his arms.

Sometimes, he would stay at your place or you would stay at his, depending on your schedules and if his son was staying with his aunt or not. It was nice, imagining what it would be like to live with him, cuddling up on the couch, dining together, sleeping in yours or his bed. You'd even given one another a spare key to your homes and had some toiletries set out for each other. Even despite all that... you were holding back.

Aaron was ever the patient and kind man, never pushing you into anything you weren't ready for, which inevitably meant you'd never gone further than, well, making out. Mortifyingly, you'd freeze up if his hands began to wander, straying from holding you close to him to gliding around the front of your torso. He would stop then, and you would end up snuggling and talking instead. A part of you was frustrated with yourself for it.

Of course you wanted to go further with him. You needed him, burned for him. The many times you'd lay in bed alone whilst he was away with work just writhing in the sheets, his name a shivering breath past your lips. It was becoming harder, and harder to resist him. But you just...couldn't. You were scared of him seeing you. Not once had you ever been naked where he could see, not even partially nude. You didn't want him to see you, not wanting the beautiful bubble of your lives entwining to burst when he set his eyes on your bare body.

There was no other way of saying it; you loathed the shape of your stomach. You already struggled enough with the fact that you had a larger body than Aaron. Where a flatter stomach and a more toned structure was on him, a protruding, soft stomach and a overall rounded structure resided on you. But that wasn't the main thing that made you hide from him. An indented band stretching across your stomach in line with your belly button taunted you whenever you caught a glimpse in the mirror, or wore anything more form-fitting. You hated it. Hated sitting down and seeing it more pronounced, opting to conceal it by trying to make your clothing more baggy in that area. You never let Aaron touch your stomach, you didn't want him to feel it, to feel the squishiness of your stomach.

And that's how you found yourself standing in front of your full length mirror that stood next to your bed, still dripping water from a shower, with your towel hanging loosely around your arms after you'd pulled it from being wrapped around your body. You stared at your reflection, grimacing at the image that faced you. It made your lower lip wobble as your eyes drifted down to your stomach where the dip of your belly button was. How...how would you ever let him see? You couldn't. He would hate it, feel repulsed at the sight. Maybe he would have second thoughts about this relationship and break up with you because he wasn't attracted to you anymore. Before you knew it, your reflection blurred into an indecipherable mess and quietly, you began to cry.

"Sweetheart?" You heard from behind you, startling you with a sharp gasp and as you blinked to clear your vision you spotted him in the corner of the reflection. You spun, tugging the towel around you tightly as you sniffled.

"Aaron! You scared me!" You squeaked as you rubbed your hands over your face to try clearing the tear tracks from your cheeks. "I didn't hear you coming in!"

Aaron strode towards you and his hands came to rest on your upper arms, you flinched as you stared at those deep brown eyes.

"I wanted to surprise you, but then as I approached your room I could hear you crying." He explained softly, thumbs stroking your damp skin. "What's wrong, honey?"

Your lower lip wobbled again and you shook your head.

"It's nothing important. I'll be alright in a moment."

"It's not 'nothing' to me."

Your eyes widened a little at his statement, his gaze didn't waver though. With a sigh, you dipped your head and sniffled again.

"I... Can I get changed first? I don't wanna, y'know..."

Aaron's brow creased.

"Feel stuffy in a towel if you have it on for too long?"

"Uh, no..." You trailed off, resisting having to say it. "Don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? You don't make me uncomfortable." He disagreed, hands moving to cup your cheeks gently. You bit your lip in an attempt to stop it from trembling once more. "Look at me."

Oh, he was so, so gentle. You dared glance at his face again and the urge to cry only hurt more. He sighed gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Sweetheart, I know you've been worried about what I think of your looks. And I know what transpired just now." He said. You tensed, jaw clenching under his hands.

"Aaron..." You wanted to pull away, to disappear from sight. But he held you so tenderly, so full of adoration.

"I know you're afraid of what I'd think of your body."

It was finally out there. Your fear, the dread of him ever being aware of it. You couldn't even look at him, pulling from his grasp and letting out a sob.

"Damnit, Aaron! Why?!" You turned from him and retreated further into your room, tears beginning to stream down your face. "Why did you have to say that?! Why couldn't you leave it alone?!" You cried as you tugged the towel tighter around you.

"(Y/n), I wanted to have a talk with you about it for a while. But finding you crying like this, we need to settle this now." Aaron said gently, not a hint of anger present in his voice. You stared across the room at him, throat feeling tight and sore as another sob bubbled out.

"Oh well, of course you've noticed! I should have been more realistic with myself about that given your career literally calls for that!" It hurt. But deep down you always feared he would have noticed the way you hid from him anyway. Aaron splayed out his hands at you defensively as he took a small step towards you.

"Sweetheart, please come back here." He said, softness oozing from the words. You scrunched your eyes shut but didn't move, your whole body was shaking now.

"You weren't supposed to know, weren't supposed to see."

"It's going to be okay. Just a step, I'll meet you in the middle, alright?"

You whimpered but slowly nodded, allowing your legs to move towards the centre of the room blindly. And then his arms were embracing you, his warmth surrounding you and soothing you.

"There you are, good girl. You're okay." He whispered to you as he stroked your back. You gripped onto him tightly as your tears began to seep into his shirt.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

He pulled away to take hold of your hand and led you to sit beside him on the edge of your bed. Instantly, you shifted the towel to drape looser around your stomach, cheeks burning with shame when you heard him exhale. You breathed in deeply, nose twitching.

"I... You're right. I am scared. I don't want you to see what I look like." You mumbled, messing with the fabric of the towel. Aaron watched you carefully.

"Why is that?"

You scoffed.

"Because when you do you-you won't want me anymore."

Aaron's thumb brushed the fresh tears away as he shook his head.

"You don't know that. Why would I not want you anymore?" He prompted you. You gritted your teeth as you tried to stay calm.

"M-my body... It's not-you won't find it attractive."

"I disagree."

Your eyes met his, startled again as he observed you intensely.

"You don't even know what I look like unclothed."

A faint hint of a smile graced his face as he glanced at your hands.

"Not fully, no."

What? You frowned.

"What do you mean?" You asked him with uncertainty.

"Sometimes, when we sleep together," he began, taking hold of your hands and cradling them. "I would wake up before you, as you know, and I'd notice your shirt had scrunched up during the night."

You froze.

"Y-you saw..."

"Your stomach, yes. It's...just nice seeing you as yourself, sleeping peacefully without a care or worry in the world. But I...picked up on the insecurity quite early on, sweetheart, so I would pull your shirt back down for you so you didn't wake up in a panic." He admitted softly.

You stared at him, mouth falling open slightly at the confession.

"Y-you still want me as well?"

Hurt flashed in his eyes and he pulled you towards him, embracing you tightly.

"Oh sweetheart, I need you in my life. I love what we have together, you make me feel like everything is going to be okay." He kissed the top of your head and before you could protest he pulled you again, helping you to sit on his lap facing him. You flushed, squeaking in surprise and embarrassment.

"A-Aaron!"

The man hummed quietly, holding you close to him as he pressed kiss after kiss to your face.

"I never want you to doubt how I feel again, sweet girl. It's my fault I never brought this to you sooner."

You trembled in his arms, overwhelmed with an array of emotions that clashed with one another. His words were so heartfelt, so sincere, that they challenged your own thoughts of yourself. You pulled back slightly, keeping your torso away from touching his as best you could. He watched you carefully with those gorgeous, dark eyes.

"I-I... I'm still scared of what you'd think if we ever got, uhm...intimate." You ducked your head again, missing the widened eyes and the bob of the adam's apple in Aaron's throat. His hands gripped you suddenly, making you jump.

"Sweetheart, if only you knew how much I've thought about making love to you." He said in a rumbling tone, one that you'd never heard him talk to you in before and it made you shiver. He tilted your head up to look at him with one of his hands, whilst the other spread across the expanse of your back and pushed you closer to him. You were keenly aware of how nude you were beneath your towel now, your bare slit rubbing against the neat fabric of his slacks. You whimpered.

"You have?"

He kissed the corner of your mouth sweetly, but didn't pull away when he spoke again.

"All the time, sweet girl. But I'll wait for as long as you need me to." He smiled against your lips and you shuddered.

"I...I've been thinking about it too..." You mumbled shyly. He hummed, the sound reverberating through him.

"Oh? Sweetheart, you know you do all sorts of things to me. Please, allow me to show you what you do to me. I want you to know how much I need you," he gripped onto the back of your thighs, dangerously close to your ass and the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gasped out as he smirked against your lips. "Even if it means I have to fuck it into you until you understand."

Against your will, your hips stuttered forward, grinding your bare pussy across his now noticeably taut slacks as a little whine escaped the back of your throat. Aaron chuckled, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Will you let me show you what you mean to me?"

You tightened your thighs around his and gripped onto his shirt tightly.

"I-I- please... Need you, Aaron.."

His lips were on yours in an instant, kissing you in the way that made your brain feel mushy and your abdomen to fill with a passionate burn. He encouraged you to roll your hips into him, feeling his taut slacks only harden further the more you moved. Then the towel slipped, falling to rest around your hips and lap and you gasped, pressing yourself flushed chest-to-chest with Aaron. He pulled from the kiss to enquire the sudden movement, only to acutely notice your towel was all but pointless at this point. With his gentle hands, he cupped your cheeks as your eyes met his.

"(Y/n). Are you okay with leaning back? Are you okay showing me your body?" He asked you oh so sweetly, a slight crease in his brow. You shuddered out a breath, wanting nothing more than to turn invisible right now. You closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to calm your racing heart.

"I-I am. Gonna lean back now." You managed to mumble out and Aaron kissed you so sweetly then pressed his forehead to yours.

"Good girl."

You whimpered.

"Hold my hands, please."

You felt his hands leave your face and carefully wrap around your scrunched up hands, holding them securely. You exhaled, then slowly pulled back, eyes still shut tight as you felt the cooler air of the room touch the bare skin of your body. You were in full view now, you knew it. You bit your lip and felt your heart racing under the burning gaze of those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Sweetheart, please open your eyes." Aaron squeezed your hands in encouragement. You drew in a deep breath, then let your eyes flutter open. The look in his eyes... Oh how loving it was. When you locked eyes a gentle smile formed on his face. "There you are. (Y/n), you're beautiful."

It took every ounce of strength not to look down at yourself and grimace, instead focusing on the man before you.

"A-Aaron... You really don't feel, y'know, grossed out by my body?" You asked meekly, earning a squeeze of your hands.

"Not in the slightest. I... I am in awe of you." He murmured as he leaned closely to press kisses to your cheek, slowly moving down to your jaw. "Your stomach is beautiful. I adore it because it's a part of you, and I completely adore you."

You whimpered as his lips trailed along your skin, dancing down your neck now as his hands began to wander to your plush hips, fingers digging into you.

"Y-you adore..."

"Yes."

Before you could say anything more, he was suddenly gripping onto you harder as he shifted you both further towards the centre of the bed and he carefully maneuvered you to lay on your back. Your eyes blew wide in surprise, a little squeak passing your slightly agape mouth as he now pinned you beneath him. The towel had slipped off completely during the move, now discarded and long forgotten elsewhere in the room.

"Aaron!" You yelped, earning yourself a rosy red mark on the skin of your neck your skin from his talented mouth. You felt him smiling against you as his thumbs stroked your plump hips.

"Mhm?"

You attempted to move your arms down to cover yourself but Aaron was faster, gripping your wrists and pinning them to your sides with a slight glare.

"No. I need to see you, sweetheart."

Your cheeks felt flushed as you trembled in his grasp, unable to look away from those beautiful brown eyes, near black with arousal, as they travelled across your bare skin hungrily. You could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against your trembling, thick thigh as he let his hands slip from around your wrists to the expensive tie around his neck. Smoothly, he pulled it off and tossed it aside, making quick work of the buttons of his shirt now. Your eyes followed his hands, only to become distracted by the skin of his body being bared to you inch by inch.

"F-fuck Aaron- you're so fucking-" you began to sputter, only to be silenced by his lips on yours for a brief moment. He pulled away as he finished undoing the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt with a smug grin.

"Oh no, sweetheart. Tonight is about you."

He kissed you again, letting his hands wander to your shoulders and smoothing over them sensually. You whined when his clothed crotch pressed into your naked slit, feeling his thick bulge throbbing against you. This....this was because of you? You'd riled him up this much? The thought made you squeeze your thighs around him, earning a groan from Aaron. As he pulled his mouth away from yours you gripped onto his strong forearms, fingers brushing through the substantial hair.

"I-I-...." You trailed off and Aaron stroked the soft skin of your shoulders soothingly. His brow creased in concern, eyes flicking across your face as he analysed your body language.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? I hope I wasn't too...pushy. I understand if you want to stop now or-"

"-no!" Your cheeks felt flushed as you glanced away, embarrassed that you'd shouted. He didn't say anything, allowing you time to recollect your thoughts to speak. You drew in a shaky breath. "I... I'm just nervous, that's all... But I, um, didn't expect you to be so..."

Aaron raised a brow.

"So...?"

You scrunched your eyes shut and puffed your cheeks.

"You know what I mean! You're all- I mean I can feel you!" You finally blurted out, surprising him. A little grin broke across his face as he rolled his hips into you.

"Oh? You can feel how much you affect me, hm? You've caused this for a long time, (y/n)." His lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, slowly making it towards your chest. Your breath hitched as he sucked the skin above your right breast until another rosy red mark joined the others littering your skin. "I couldn't even begin to recount the amount of times I would be away with work, or at home without you needing to fuck my fist wishing it was your pretty little pussy I was fucking instead."

Your eyes widened as his hands moved to grasp your breasts, the pad of his thumbs brushing over your erect nipples and causing you to whimper. Your slit was slowly dripping down to your ass and no doubt forming a wet patch on Aaron's trousers, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

Aaron trailed his nose over your breasts, dipping into the valley between them and humming after every breath.

"Mmm... So fucking good. Will you let me kiss your stomach, sweetheart? Please let me kiss you." He glanced up at you as his nose pressed into the centre of your chest and you swallowed thickly, urging yourself not to cower away. Kiss your stomach? He wanted to kiss it?! Your eyes stung a little. But you finally nodded your head as you gazed into his eyes.

"O-okay..."

He lifted his head just enough to smile at you, then he shuffled downwards slowly, pressing gentle kisses all over your body. You trembled, tears threatening to spill when he focused the kisses around the dip of your stomach, nuzzling against your soft body.

"So beautiful, so heavenly and divine..." Aaron murmured, his hands still making work of stimulating your nipples and causing the muscles in his back to flex with every movement. Your hands came to grab his hair, messing it up as you let out a quiet sob. Never, never had you felt so adored and loved as you did right now. He was showering your stomach with so much attention, unfazed or hesitant about touching it. No one had ever done this before, nor would you trust anyone else to. But Aaron....

The kisses paused, followed by Aaron's hands sliding down to your hips gently.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" He asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts. As tears rolled down the sides of your temple you smiled.

"I'm just so... No one's ever been so caring like this." You mumbled. Aaron kissed the area above your belly button.

"You deserve to feel cared for, because I care very much for you." You felt the ache of another lovebite at the cusp of your belly button, then another below it. His mouth moved around the circumference of the skin until a pretty ring of reddish pink surrounded your belly button. Your chest heaved, overwhelmed by his touch and tender kisses, resulting in your thighs trembling.

Aaron's hands smoothed down your body, carefully sliding down your stomach after you nodded at his questioning gaze, travelling down to your large thighs where he gripped onto them firmly, his fingers digging into the plush flesh. Your eyes met his, he paused. His lips were plump, slightly parted.

"Will you let me see your pretty little pussy, sweet girl?" He asked with a gentle smile. You felt yourself clenching, momentarily covering your face as a nervous giggle bubbled through you.

"Y-yes."

"You're cute."

Aaron hummed, then carefully spread your thighs for him further than they already were, until your knees were near pressed against the mattress. His eyes zeroed in on your dewy folds and the clenching of your hole.

"Oh, sweetheart. You poor thing, all neglected down here. You're soaked." He cooed softly as his hands crept close enough for his thumbs to part your folds more, revealing your twitching clit to him. You whined, hips rising from the bed until his forearms pushed them back down gently with a tut. "Now, now. Be a good girl and lay still for me."

Your hands grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets tightly as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

"Nngh, please!" You cried out. The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched.

"Please, what? What do you need, sweetheart?"

You pouted at him, eyes wet still and you rolled your hips.

"Please, please touch me! Want to feel you m-make me cum."

The man before you stared wide-eyed at your plea, then his gaze darkened with desire and his hands left your skin. But as your mouth opened to protest his left hand swiped from your entrance to your clit, his middle finger dragging over the sensitive bud and making you gasp out.

"Let me eat you out, pretty girl." He murmured as he shifted to lay down with his face hovering close to your slick. You shivered, never having had anyone want to eat you out before. You managed to nod, head falling back against the bed when his arms wrapped around your thighs and he dragged you to his mouth.

You cried out as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking it softly with a hum, then dragging his tongue across your hole to circle it. You could feel how wet his lower face was as his mushed into your plush mound, whimpering and writhing as his skilled mouth continued. And then he moaned around your clit as he sucked it back into his mouth, tongue flicking it back and forth.

"A-Aaron! Fuck!"

Your hands moved to grip his hair, guiding him as he let go of one of your thighs, only to startle you when you felt a finger slip inside you. You wailed as he curled it upwards, searching and searching. God, his fingers were fucking thick and long, able to reach much more deeper than you ever could.

Then you felt it, an indescribable sensation when his finger crooked into a particular area on the upper wall of your pussy. Your hips spasmed up into his touch and you moaned; fuck, he certainly knew what he was doing. Encouraged by your reaction, Aaron thrust his finger up into that spot repeatedly, sucking your clit harder and swirling his tongue around the poor little bud. The rushing burn within your lower abdomen grew stronger, your body moving in time with his finger and tongue until it overwhelmed you, crying his name as you felt slick gush out and your nerves become haywire. Aaron continued until you were keening, wailing for him to let you catch your breath.

With a wet smack of his lips, Aaron pulled his mouth off from around your now swollen clit but his finger remained inside. Your eyes widened at the wet state of his face, his lips more plump as he grinned cheekily at you.

"Good girl, you did so well for me." He kissed your shaking thigh and you let out a trembling breath.

"I-I-... Never cummed like that before." You admitted shyly, causing Aaron to hum softly and slowly slide his finger out of your twitching hole. You whimpered when slick leaked out.

"Pretty girl, you deserve to cum in any way you want."

Before you could respond, your hole was stretched around two of his long, thick fingers and you wailed out his name, still sensitive and throbbing. He cooed, pressing his lips to your stomach and gripping onto the soft, plump flesh in his large grip. He used the grip to leverage the thrusts of his fingers, foreshadowing the rest of your night. He smiled against your squishy stomach.

"Gotta stretch you out, pretty thing. Daddy doesn't wanna hurt you." He murmured and your body lurched, eyes widening as you clenched around his fingers. Aaron froze, clearly surprised the words slipped from his mouth. "(Y/n) I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I hope I didn't-"

"T-that was-" you blushed and bit your lip again, another shy giggle bubbling out of you as you spread your legs wider. "It was rly hot. I...wouldn't mind calling you that too." You trailed off with a nervous smile. Something switched within Aaron, his eyes narrowing slightly and darkening into pools of near obsidian, and those two fingers inside you parted, stretching you a little more and making you whine.

"Little girl, you're playing a dangerous game there." He growled, shifting to press his mouth to your neck roughly, biting and sucking the sensitive area below your right ear. You cried out, rolling your hips into the thrusts of his fingers and your hands pulled at the sheets into tight handfuls.

"D-daddy I- fuck!"

His fingers rapidly fucked into you, a wet gushing sound causing heat to spread across your chest but the sounds only urged Aaron on.

"You hear how wet you are for daddy, huh? Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

Eyes rolling back, you sobbed as you felt the burn of another orgasm approach again.

"N-need daddy to fuck me! Please! Please fuck me with your cock!" You begged over and over, barely aware of a third finger slipping inside you amidst the thrusts. You heard Aaron groan, kissing down your neck and enveloping one of your nipples between his lips, rolling it between his teeth. In an instant, you tensed up and cried as your second orgasm of the night crashed through your depths and left you boneless, hips spasming with aftershocks. Carefully, Aaron pulled his fingers from your clenching hole and, while not breaking eye contact, he sucked each finger one after the other and hummed in satisfaction.

"Sweetheart, you're so beautiful. Love the way your body moves when you're writhing with pleasure." He praised softly, hands leaving you to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his slacks, of which were stained with your juices and likely his own precum. Your chest heaved with every breath, slowly calming down now and feeling shy again.

"Y-you do?"

The belt discarded elsewhere, Aaron began to pull the black fabric down, revealing the delicious 'v' line of his hips and the coarse, dark hair of his happy trail. He hissed a little when his boxers were pulled down low enough for his straining, thick cock to spring from their confines. You gulped, eyeing the substantial length and girth and the flushed red tip that glistened slightly.

"I think this may be a bit of an indication of how much I enjoy seeing you cum, is it not?" Aaron's strained voice snapped you out of your stare and you squeaked, covering your face with your hands and crossing your legs in the air. He tutted, grabbing your ankles and parting your legs and pulling you towards him until you felt his length against your slit and his balls against the base of your ass cheeks. "Don't you dare hide from daddy, little girl."

Reluctantly, you dropped your hands from your face and instead grasped hold of your breasts, squishing them together with a little pout.

"S-sorry. Just embarrassed."

He cupped your cheek with his right hand, pressing a kiss to your forehead tenderly as your eyes fluttered shut.

"You shouldn't be. I think you're fucking stunning, sweetheart." He smiled and you whimpered.

"I-I can feel you twitching against me."

Aaron raised a brow as he rolled his hips against you.

"Feels different now that it's skin-to-skin, doesn't it?"

"Yeah... I like it, daddy.."

You heard him swear under his breath, hips stuttering slightly at the title.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you, sweet girl. You ready for daddy's cock?" He murmured, kissing your head again. You wiggled your hips, spreading your legs further in eagerness.

"Please! Wanna feel you inside me!" You were so desperate, so ready to feel him inside your aching pussy. Your hips jolted when he rubbed the tip up and down your slick folds, swirling around your throbbing little clit before gathering some of your sticky juices onto his fingers to lubricate his big cock. With a few pumps of his hand he lined the tip up with your entrance, gazing down at you lovingly.

"Ready?"

Your eyes pleaded up at him.

"Uhuh, yeah."

His hand left your cheek and instead curled over your left hand, guiding it to squeeze your nipple as his cock slowly pushed inside you. Oh fuck. Your eyes widened as you stretched around him, gasping out as inch by inch he filled you up.

"O-oh god-" you managed to choke out, Aaron grunted deeply.

"Jesus- sweetheart, you're so fucking hot and wet- so fucking tight around me-"

At only halfway, he paused and let you adjust to his size, watching as you whined and moved your hand to press against your lower abdomen, already feeling stuffed with his cock.

"Aaron- s'good." You slurred, tentatively rolling your hips into him when you felt a little more comfortable. A rumbling sound vibrated through Aaron's chest and he pushed forward, filling you the rest of the way until the both of you felt the skin of his hips and your ass meet. His hands jolted to hold himself up either side of your head, a string of curses tumbling out of his parted lips at the sensation of your tight walls.

"Fucking- god, (Y/n) you're taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl." He gritted, trying desperately to hold back so you could adjust to the full length, despite his instincts urging him to claim you fully until your pussy was melded to his cock alone. Stray tears escaped your eyes at the discomfort as you fought to focus on the pleasure of being so full of him. Finally, your daydreams were no fantasy anymore.

Experimentally, you rolled your hips, biting your lip as you felt the throbbing vein which curled over the topside of Aaron's shaft brush up against the sensitive spot of your hole. Fuck, your eyes met his and he kissed you sweetly, in consequent he grinded his hips into you. You moaned against his mouth, the sensations within not unwelcome this time and you grabbed hold of his shoulders.

"P-please, daddy. You can move now." You whined, fingers digging into the strong muscles. Aaron hummed, sucking on your lip, then retreating, the warmth of his body leaving you and causing you to shiver. His hands gripped onto your plump love handles and pulled out until only the tip remained. A hint of a smile ghosted on his face.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, daddy will take care of you."

As he held on firmly, he pulled you towards him sharply in time with his hips thrusting, bottoming out whilst you let out a cry. Then he thrust again. And again. Each time increasing the pace as your breasts bounced and your soft stomach jiggled. God, he was going to ruin you in the best way, grunting roughly as he pounded into you over and over, eyes fixated on your pretty body. Your hands had fallen to the bed again, fisting the sheets into a white knuckle grip whilst a slurry of noises were forced from you. You felt hot, tingly, so fucking full. The events leading to this moment a distant memory for your mind solely fixated on Aaron. The feeling of his skin on yours, his beautiful cock inside you, the heat of his body, his noises, his scent, the manhandling grip on your body...

"You hear how wet your little pussy is? You're making a fucking mess, sweetheart. Daddy's proud of you." Aaron hissed, accompanied by the wet slaps of his thrusts into you. As embarrassed as you were of just how much your body was affected right now you couldn't deny you loved it. It was no short on erotic, sexy. You hadn't felt so desired as right now. Your eyes struggled to remain open, gazing up at the man you least expected to ever be in this position with. And yet, he was a man oozing raw need and desperation, desperation for you. The thought had your mouth gaping as cute little moans passed through them with every thrust.

"Mmmf~ feel so full, daddy-" you whimpered. Aaron leaned down, his cock deeply thrusting into you now as he pressed his lips to yours again in a sloppy kiss.

"God, you don't know how much seeing your pretty body like this makes me wanna-" he groaned, holding back from finishing his sentence. Instead, pounding quicker into you as slick stuck to him from your oozing pussy. You pouted.

"Wanna what, daddy?"

"Fuck-" Aaron stared into your pleading eyes, a slight pang of guilt coursing through his chest. "Sweetheart, don't wanna make you uncomfortable- oh god!"

You clenched around him in retaliation, watching his head throw back in pleasure as your pussy squeezed his thick cock.

"Please daddy, wanna know what you were gonna say!" You goaded playfully, only for Aaron to move one of his hands to swipe the pad of his thumb over your poor clit. He smirked when you arched into his touch, a high pitched moan echoing through the room.

"Don't be bratty, little girl. You really wanna know? Fine." Lowering his mouth to your ear he hummed. "Looking at your body makes me wanna fucking full you up with my cum, breed you and make you mine."

Your eyes rolled back, back arching and pressing your torso to his. Holy shit. You missed the way his eyes widened slightly as you moved your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Daddy- oh fuck- daddy please! Need it!" You wailed. Aaron chuckled in disbelief.

"Sweet girl, you're more naughty than I realised. You like the idea of daddy filling you up with his cum over and over, do you?" He barked out a laugh as you babbled and nodded your head clumsily, only for his gaze to drift and fixate elsewhere in the room. You tilted your head slightly, brows pulling together.

"What is it?"

Aaron groaned quietly and returned his gaze to you.

"Looking at us in the mirror, sweetheart. You look fucking gorgeous, taking my cock so well." He praised, his eyes hooded. You breathed shakily.

"O-oh..."

He cupped your cheeks.

"You should see yourself, sweetheart. Fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy."

You swallowed thickly.

"Really?" Aaron stroked your cheek as he smiled, stilling his thrusts again.

"Come, sit on daddy's lap. Gonna show you how pretty you are riding my cock." He said. Before you could speak he maneuvered you in his strong arms to pull you upright, his cock still inside you. You held onto him tightly, his cock pressing into you at a new angle which felt oh so good. You shivered.

"Nervous..." you mumbled. Aaron kissed your forehead.

"It's okay, sweetheart. If you don't wanna look you don't have to."

"No, I.... I'm curious."

With a half smile, Aaron helped you pull upwards off his twitchy, glistening girth and you closed your eyes, facing away from him and feeling his hands guide you back down on his shaft. But as his arms hooked under your knees and pulled your thighs upwards and apart, you squealed and your eyes flew open.

Then, your eyes settled on the two figures reflected in front of you.

Sprawled out on muscular thighs, messy pussy flushed red as it was speared repeatedly, you stared at your reflection. For a moment you tensed up, hands blindly gripping Aaron's hips as your eyes trailed over your appearance. Gone was the forlorn, shameful version of yourself from earlier that night. In her place was you in the now; face flushed, hair wild and messy, body littered in pretty little lovebites. Your eyes settled on the rosy ring around your belly button, feeling butterflies flutter within you. You gasped out.

"Oh fuck."

Aaron responded with a thrust, you watched as your body reacted to the sensation. Your head fell back against his chest, releasing a long drawn-out moan as he began to pound into you again. You watched your belly jiggle, your thighs wobble and breasts bounce. God, maybe you could understand why he was so enamored. Grunting and moaning roughly into your ear, Aaron bounced you up and down on his big cock.

"See? You see why daddy wants to breed his pretty girl?" He growled, eyes following your hand as it met your clit to rapidly rub it.

"Ye-ah- yeah-"

"I want to hear you say it, sweetheart."

Your eyes rolled back, flicking your poor clit as the pleasure within began to build, closer and closer.

"F-fuck! I-I see it, daddy! See why daddy wants to-to breed me!" You sobbed as you met each thrust. He rumbled deeply, his balls slapping your fingers and clit, slightly stuttering as he neared his peak.

"Fucking beautiful, say you're fucking beautiful, (Y/n)!"

You wailed, body tensing as you felt pleasure brink on washing over you.

"I'm beautiful! Aaron, please! I'm beautiful!"

His grip tightened around your legs, holding you down on his cock and with a guttural moan in your ear you felt his cock throb and twitch, only to be drowned out by your own orgasm. You were barely aware of your pussy gushing, attempting to pull your hand away from your clit, only for Aaron to let go of one of your legs and cover your messy hand with his, forcing you to continue to stimulate your poor, sensitive bud. Only when you both felt completely spent did he let you go, carefully helping you to lay on your side and spooning you. He remained within your tightened walls, twitching every so often after the last drop of his hot, thick cum spilled out inside you. He wrapped his arm over you, his hand resting on the dip of your belly gently. Slowly, you felt your heart rate level out again, just as Aaron's did, and a content smile graced your tired face. In the mirror, you gazed at your sideways reflection, Aaron propped up on his arm so he could smile at you in the glass.

"Was that.... I hope that was okay, sweetheart." He said softly, thumb rubbing a gentle circle around your belly button. You giggled sleepily.

"Aaron, you literally made me cum three times in one session. No one's ever made me cum even once, let alone three times."

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly before pressing a kiss to your head.

"I'll happily do it again, and again."

You squeaked, feeling him twitch inside you when you wiggled in his grasp and you giggled again.

"Shush! You're cheesy!"

"Only because it's you."

When the both of you were eventually cleaned up, the sheets changed and the two of you curled up together again, you pressed a light kiss to his lips.

"Thank you." You mumbled sleepily.

"Mhm? What for?"

Aaron watched you snuggle closer into his chest with a shy smile.

"You made me feel beautiful."

Returning a gentle kiss, Aaron pulled you to lay on top of him.

"Because you are beautiful, (Y/n). And I'll make sure you remember it and believe it."

And that suited you just fine.

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blkkizzat · 6 months

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𝙅𝙅𝙆 𝙈𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙫 𝘼𝙡𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠 ♡

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FOOT JOBS ft. Suguru Geto x Reader m.list

summary: Suguru loves your feet and you are about to find out just how much. ♡

cw: foot jobs, dirty talk, slight dubcon, slight femdom, cum eating, Suguru being freak nasty. a/n: everyone be proud of me because the first time ever I promised I would release a fic on a day and it came out on that day. Look at god bitch, it's a miracle, lmfao. wc: 1.7k slightly black fem coded, no descriptors

Suguru is a freak. This should be a surprise to no one.

There’s a lot of kinky shit this man is into. However not wanting to scare you away he will gently ease you into his profound depravities as the relationship progresses.

When it came to feet It's not like it was hard for you to figure out Suguru was partial to yours. As a good boyfriend Suguru paid for all your manis and pedis but he was always giving you extra to be sure you got the upgraded spa pedicure too. When you got home he never missed the opportunity to give compliments on how good the colors looked on your pretty toes to contrast your skin, how soft your feet were, etc.

However his bigger kink revelations always caught you off guard as they stemmed from the most innocent interactions.

You learned Suguru liked foot jobs from simply brushing his hair.

You and Suguru often found yourselves in this position. You were sitting on the sofa with Suguru situated between your legs on the floor in front of you while you brushed through his pristine locks after a wash day.

Suguru brings his arms over your legs to wrap around him, pulling them into his lap.

Content with this position, he will occasionally give your legs affectionate pats and lean down to place chaste kisses on your knees while you watch TV together.

You giggle from the tickle of his kisses.

Times like this were a happy place for you and you hummed contently as you continued brushing his hair not realizing this time your pretty freshly manicured toes were also brushing against Suguru’s cock.

Suguru on the other hand noticed right away and his hands flexed into fists over his knees as he tried not to be turned on by your innocent movements.

Yet the soft caress of your feet over his bulge with the gentle hum of your voice was slowly driving him crazy with need.

Suguru has little to no willpower when it comes to you so he isn’t able to hold back for long at all.

You gasped dropping the brush to the floor when you felt the soles of your feet being pressed against his bulge. Suguru was forcing your feet to cup his fully bricked up dick over his sweats.

Surprised, you jerk back instinctively but your legs and feet are kept firmly in place by Suguru’s massive hands around your ankles.

Suguru leans his head back into your lap to look up at you, his long hair splaying across your bare thighs. He may have been looking at you upside down right now but his fiery eyes full of lust pierce you all the same, sending a familiar heat into your belly.

The cute peaceful moment of watching tv and pampering your boyfriend ruined because your boyfriend now decided he wanted his cock pampered by your feet.

Seeing you deadpan, Suguru quickly turns needy.

Yet, Suguru in depravity mode is anything but whiney.

His voice is seductive, low and husky. The slow drawl of his words when he begs you never fails to make you wet.

“Please baby. You’ll do this for me, right Y/N?”

Not waiting for your reply Suguru releases shallow breaths while rubbing both your feet down his length, pressing down gently to curve your feet to mold even more against the shape of his cock.

“Need to feel those pretty tootsies wrap around my cock, babe.”

You can feel him twitching beneath your feet as the heat of his cock radiated through his sweats.

As much as you may initially balk at his kinks, you can’t deny how attracted you are to him when he is trying to coax you into doing something absolutely filthy.

Suguru’s eyes dramatically lull back into his head and his lips part a bit wider to release a moan when he feels you flex your foot against his cock of your own will. He wants you to know just how much he needs this.

You smile down at him, giving in to his pleas but with conditions.

“Fine Sugu, but you're taking me to get another pedicure tomorrow.”

Those were more than acceptable terms to Suguru and no sooner than you uttered “Fine” Suguru had already pulled back his sweats to free his aching cock from its confines.

His veiny length sprang back up to hit his stomach.

“Someone’s eager I see.”

You muse watching the way Suguru’s girthy red tip was already leaking as it swayed, twitching in anticipation.

“Very. You have the sexiest fucking feet I’ve ever seen Y/N. God, you don’t know how long I have wanted to feel them on my dick, princess.”

You blush heavily as heat runs down your body and your pulse increases.

You have never even thought of doing something like this before, it really wasn’t your thing. But you are turned on by his words despite yourself and you bite your lip hoping you would do a good enough job for him.

Scooting your bottom up to the very edge of the sofa with your feet still in Suguru’s lap, your left foot supports his cock upright while the right plays with the tip. Hooking your toes over the leaky slit on his cockhead you collect precum and spread it over his length with the ball of your foot earning you a low hiss of approval from him.

It isn’t long until his slick makes it easy to use both feet to encompass his dick, sliding them down to the base. Encouraged by his groans, you gently roll his cock between the arches of your feet before you return back to the top to tease his fat tip and repeat the motions again.

Leaning back onto you, Suguru has a vice grip on your thighs. He’s transfixed by the skillfulness of your feet but it's so hard to keep his eyes open and focused when you are working him over so well.

You’re so good at this he can’t help but praise you (and also tease you a little).

“Ah, H-Hah! Shit baby, you’re too gonna milk me dry. Sure you haven’t done this before, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes. Not that he can see you anyway as his own eyes are glued to your toes rubbing down cock as you go a bit further this time to fondle his sack as well.

“As if! You're the one who is the dirty ass perv Sugu!”

Suguru doesn’t miss the playfulness in your voice but fuck calling him a pervert while jacking him off with your feet activated something within in him.

“Shit, Y/N yeah that’s it.. Fuck, baby! Tell me how dirty I am for loving how these gorgeous slutty toes are tickling my balls. Looks like I’ve discovered a hidden talent of yours babe, who knew you were just as good with your feet?”

You’re glad Suguru can’t see you.

You’re still blushing hard but even more embarrassing is the heavy lidded look of lust on your face as you really begin to enjoy the power you have over him.

You’re making him crumble into pieces by a little fondling of his dick with your feet.

“F-Fuck. Gonna come so soon already princess. Keep it up.”

You knew he was as well as you could feel his body squirm and his cock pulsed against the pads of your feet.

Your own legs are now trembling. Never doing this before and the awkward angle of you being positioned above and behind him had your legs burning and your feet tingling as if they would cramp soon.

Noticing you struggling and movements slowing Suguru’s large hands clutch the tops of your feet to enclose them around his cock, shaping your feet around him into a makeshift fleshlight as he wildly pistons his hips up into them.

A few more erratic thrusts and it’s not long before you feel warm liquid spill across your feet as Suguru moans, loudly cursing a string of obscenities as he spurts out more ropes of his cum. He soils his abs and pants but it’s nothing compared to the fountain of cum that fell on your feet.

Suguru’s thick load is sinking further between your toes and down to your ankles before dripping onto the floor.

“FUCK… that was so fucking hot Y/N!”

You had to admit, watching Suguru cum that hard was sexy. That said, it was also a big mess too and you didn’t exactly enjoy the sticky slimy feeling between your toes.

“Sugu go get a towel please babe.”

You whined after allowing him a few minutes to get his bearings. You did not want cum to start crusting between your toes.

“You mean, you want ME to get it?”

Suguru looked back at you smirking and you once again rolled your eyes.

You weren’t trying to trail jizz footprints all over the floor nor were you trying to slip on cum and break your neck on the hardwood on the way to the bathroom.

“Babe, Come on!”

You whined again and Suguru laughed deeply before giving you a mischievous grin.

“Awe princess... I’ll take care of you so there’s no need for a towel Y/N.”

Puzzled, you were about to question him before you saw him turn around to face you.

Suguru rose to his knees, never letting go of his grasp on your legs. He laid you back gently to rest against the sofa while he brought your ass further off the edge to press flush against his lap.

You soon found out exactly what you meant as he licked a long trail up your foot, cleaning his cum off your feet with his own tongue.

Your body jerked as his salacious lapping and sucking between your toes tickled like hell.

“S-S-Stop it! S-Su-Sugu! T-That’s so gross!”

You squealed through laughter.

“Oh?”

Suguru raised his brow, popping a toe in his mouth while he spread your other leg open wider.

His gaze landed on the large stain on your pretty white panties.

“This slutty pussy seems to enjoy it babe. Tell her not to worry, I’ll take care of her soon enough.”

Suguru moaned out his nasty promises while suckling on your appendages. He noticed the wet spot over your core increasing and the look of both arousal and shame on your face was making him hard as fuck again.

It was then Suguru decided you would be getting a new pedicure every day for the next week if necessary as he would have you indulge him in this more often from now on.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: Thinking Toji or Nanami might be next. But taking a break to work on a Gojo fic and some holiday stuff! Comment on m.list to be tagged.

Reblog to have Geto lick on your toes but likes and comments are always appreciated.

tags: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @biscuitsngravie @callm3senpaii @honeeslust @aydene

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cream] 2/2

You're just so sweet, he can't help himself.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, just hybrid things (scenting, grooming, biting, licking, scruffing, and more), hurt & comfort

Length: 1.7k words

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A/N: I hate this chapter so much.

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When you come out of the shower, you don't bother with clothes- even the towel around you feels too much, any fabric covering you suddenly itchy and uncomfortable. And it's not like you've got something to hide either- he's gonna see you naked at some point anyways.

So you simply throw yourself back into bed, hair still dry since you only wanted to really rinse off the sweat from the night's fever- making Jungkook playfully smack your leg. "Don't throw yourself around like that." He scolds, but you just roll over and sigh, rolling your eyes.

"Did you have fun?" He asks, and you know he can probably still smell your pathetic attempt at trying to release some of the tension building up for you.

It failed- you've passed the threshold, you're no longer able to really.. get off yourself anymore. And it's frustrating.

"No.." you mumble, as he gets up presumably to shower too. He's not leaving you- you trust in that, and from the sounds of it in the bathroom, you're right too- he's just cleaning up, he's still gonna stay.

What you don't expect however is for him to emerge from the bathroom fully nude.

He's entirely unbothered by it, sitting down comfortably on the bed while you're short-circuiting. "We don't have to do anything, you know that, right?" He offers, and you nod after a moment.

"I just feel like.. I don't know." You huff, throwing yourself onto your back in frustration. "It's.. too fast." You explain. "It's.. all the.. thrill will be gone."

"You're worried I won't be interested in you after this?" He wonders, and you shrug, before nodding towards the ceiling. "That's bullshit." He says.

"You say that now cause you're horny." You huff, crossing your arms, cat tail swishing over the bed.

"Nop, still flaccid." He jokes boldly, making you sit up in a scandalized manner, causing him to laugh loudly, eyes sparkling in their crescent shape, cheeks round. "Listen.. things simply work differently for you and me." He explains. "We're not human. We're not Jimin or Yoongi." He offers, and you look down at his knees to not accidentally stare at his junk. "And I'm not like whatever you think I'll be like."

"Prove it then." You challenge, making him smile boyishly. "I'm not joking!" You scold, and he laughs, nodding.

"I know." He agrees. "And that makes me happy." He tells you, making you smile warmly as well.

Because he's right. He's already not what you thought he'd be like.

And it causes your confidence to rise enough for you to move, shed your towel to present yourself bare as well, simply to offer him the same as he offers you.

Yourself. Unfiltered.

And despite the fact that right now, he could do anything he wants with you-

He just reaches out to hug you, and hold you.

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It's funny how he adapts to your rather.. unconventional heat.

He's not interested in sex, because you're not either- you're more so needy for physical comfort, having him close, nesting with him, and occasionally playing around, his hand catching your fluffy tail but never too hard to hurt.

Jimin and Yoongi probably think you're currently soiling the sheets with sweat, and you are- the dog hybrid gently caring for you whenever your body falls into a fever from the confused hormones inside you raging wildly. He'll hold you, open the window so you can cool off a bit, and helps you wash as soon as your temperature regulates again.

And it's clear to you now that, while he's not gaining any sexual gratification from this, he's still satisfying a need of his own.

Because you want him. You like him. You trust him.

You don't fear him, no matter what he does.

He can growl, he can be loud, he can be wild, manhandle you around or playfight over who gets more blanket- you don't ever become scared of him. There's not a single second where you jump back from him, no instinct in your bones to shy back away from him at any point.

You're currently purring, rolling around in nothing but a shirt and panties, while he wears even less, only his underwear covering his most private parts.

Right now, even though you're not actually actively trying to mate, Jungkook would not let neither his owner, nor Jimin anywhere near you. You need to be protected right now, and that's his job- one he takes very seriously.

Especially now that you're both no longer talking at all, no words needed as he runs his hands over your skin, simply offering romantic affection with no underlying goals in mind. And you clearly enjoy it, holding onto his hand as it runs over your cheek, nuzzling into his touch as he moves to hold you again.

He worries, a little. Your waves of fever have become worse and worse every time they happen- and he wonders if he might have to go against his instincts after all, and get help from the other two humans in the neighbouring house.

He doesn't want you to suffer- and if he can't help you, he needs to find someone who can.

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You’re shed your shirt you wore earlier, leaving him will full access to your bare body- the only thing the two of you are wearing being standard underwear.

He was definitely right about you owning the probably most cute and yet arousing underwear he could’ve imagined- lace rimmed panties decorated by a little bow and sparkling little charm in the middle. And he also has to admit that your bed is extremely comfortable- already making him a little excited about how to ruin the sheets one day if you’re up for that at any point in the future.

But right now, none of his or your touch has any sexual intentions at all. There’s no heat in your affections- just the need to be close, just the desire to be offered something physical.

You’re slowly easing out of your panicked state too, body apparently deciding that he’s no longer any kind of threat or danger- in fact, you’re actively seeking him now, clinging to him, hands kneading on his body occasionally, while he himself has become a little more bold as well, moving to pull you closer to him, face hiding in the crook of your neck where your scent is strongest. “How’re you feeling?” He asks quietly, and you instantly start to purr at the sound of his voice alone, causing him to laugh.

“I don’t.. Want this to end yet..” You mumble, pulling his arm over your waist to hold you- something he happily does, hand on the small of your pack feeling your soft skin.

“Doesn’t have to.” He shrugs, opening his eyes to look at you. “We can cuddle like this whenever you want.” He offers, and at that, your tail curls, legs caging his in.

“Whenever I want?” You ask, and he smiles, nodding. “What if I always want to?” You wonder. “As soon as you come home from work.. Or when we go to bed.. What if I wanna sleep in the same bed every night?” You demand, and he can’t help but laugh.

“I guess we can swap around every now and then.” He offers. “You can sleep in my bed over at Yoongi’s with me.. And I can sleep here in your bed with you from time to time..” He explains, and you nod.

“But you need more pillows.” You instantly argue. “You almost have none.” You huff, rolling a little onto your back now, his hand reaching out to squeeze one of your tits playfully, making you laugh and turn over entirely to hide from him.

But that’s not how it works for him, as he instantly takes the invitation to sit up and pull you back towards him, playfully biting at your neck, making you laugh loudly as you try and wiggle out of his grip. But he’s got a good hold on you-

And you also don’t really want to get away from him either.

“How about we take a nice long bath now?” He wonders into your neck. “Put the sheets in the wash, put on some clothes. I bet you Jimin is probably worried about you by now.” He tells you, and you shrug.

“He’s got Yoongi.” You huff. “And I got you now.” You turn to look over your shoulder at him. “And you’ll only need me, right?” You ask, and he smiles.

“Of course.” He agrees. “What else could I need other than a true princess?”

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“There you are!” Jimin beams, instantly hugging you- making you cringe slightly, though you don’t actively pull away from him. “Everything okay now? Are you sure?” He rambles, while Yoongi puts a hand on his partner’s shoulder to calm him down.

“She’s fine, a little drowsy.” Jungkook teases, making your tail swipe from side to side. It’s clear to everyone that you’ve bonded over the almost week you’ve spent together- something having clicked into place it seems like, as you jump towards the kitchen with Jungkook in tow closing the fridge just to scold you playfully for ‘acting like you own the place’.

“She’s.. Really happy.” Jimin hums almost to himself, Yoongi patting his back gently.

“Not a bad thing.” He shrugs. “Get used to it. After all, looks like we’ll have to adjust the housing situation soon.”

“Why?” Jimin asks, almost offended.

“I mean-” Yoongi says, before looking towards the kitchen where you’re currently busy jumping behind Jungkook with your hands on his shoulders while he puts a pot on the stove. “-I personally would like to not accidentally listen in on whatever they’re up to in the future.” He laughs, making Jimin blush a deep red, never having thought about that.

“Oh.” He simply says-

Feeling a bit odd at the realization of slowly having to let you go. ♥━━━━━━━━━━•.♡.•━━━━━━━━━━━━♥

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