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gabgabwrites · 3 days

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MISS ME? | ex!Anakin Skywalker

Summary ⇝ your ex boyfriend is irresistible at a party, so much that you have to go back to his dorm with him. (MODERN AU) maybe ooc anakin

Warnings ⇝ reader is called ‘baby’ like a lot, and ‘darling’, Anakin is referred to as ‘Ani’, swearing, alcohol use, smut, p in v, hair pulling, degrading, kind of switch ani?, face orgasm, unprotected sex, mdni

You're at a college dorm party, with your best friend Norra, both of you dancing on the makeshift dance floor. There's booze in your system and a little bit of weed in your veins. Suddenly, Norra grabs your wrist. "Girl, Anakin is staring at you." She yells over the music. And indeed he was. Anakin Skywalker, your ex, and the campus's biggest frat boy and player, staring at you like you were prey, and my god did he look insanely good.

A smirk tugs at his lips, before he makes his way over to you. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He yells, placing a hand on your hip, pulling you a bit closer. "Having fun? I'm having a blast, especially cause my favourite girl is here."

You gasp. "Ani, you can't just do that."

"I can't?" Anakin teases, placing his other hand on your other hip, pulling you flushed against him. The music seems to fade out into the background as he leans in close, his warm breath tickling your skin, making goosebumps erupt all over your body. "Are you sure you don't want me to?" He asks, his mouth so close to yours, you can practically taste the alcohol and cigarrete smoke on his breath.

"We broke up, remember?" You scold him.

"How can I forget when you're right here in front of me, looking so pretty." Anakin whispers, his hand snaking up your body, his fingers stroking the back of your neck. "You know..." He continues, his face inching closer. "I bet I could make you forget all about the breakup, I can show you tonight how good we can be..." He purrs in your ear, placing a soft kiss right below it. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch and the sinful promises he's making. His grip is steady, holding you in place, not letting you escape as his lips gently slide down your neck, as if he already knows how you'll taste and what will make you crumble.

"No...Ani, we shouldn't."

"Why not?" Anakin murmurs, pulling away to look at you. "We're both adults in college...We're both single..." He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips, the intensity of his stare making your breath catch. "We can do whatever we want..." His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, before he tugs it into his mouth, biting down on it as he looks at you with a heated gaze.

It's tempting, the way he looks at you is so irresistibly tempting.

You nibble on your lip. "You know how bad this would look? Me getting back with my ex?"

Anakin laughs, pulling you closer again, leaving barely an inch between your body and his. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and the way his breath washes over your face makes your knees buckle.

"Maybe." He concedes lowly, his eyes full of a dark promise. "But do all those idiots really matter?" Anakin's body presses further against you, his voice dripping with seductive intent. "Just think about right now. How good it feels to be in my arms again."

You look over at Norra, Norra is standing off to the side, chatting with a guy, the sight of you still dancing with Anakin making her roll her eyes but she gives you a small, encouraging smile, as if she's telling you to do whatever you want. You look back at Anakin. "Thought you were seeing whats-her-name?"

"The thing with her is over..." He shrugs, leaning down to kiss along your neck, each gentle press of his lips making your heart race. "You know why it started in the first place?" He mumbles, his mouth moving to nibble at your earlobe, his hot breaths against it making tingles erupt all over your body. "She wasn't you, and she never will be."

"I'm glad you've come to your senses."

"We all make mistakes, baby," Anakin purrs, his lips grazing your jawline as his hands explore your body, his touches searing your skin through your clothes. Even the thin layer of sweat doesn't dampen the heat radiating off his body. "The real question is..." He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, pulling a whimper from your throat. "What do you want?"

"I want to...to dance, Ani." You let your eye lids stoop down, gently giving him a flutter of your lashes, one hand pressing against his chest. You allow for that hand to skate up his pecs and across his shoulder where it rests on his shoulder blade.

"You want to dance?" Anakin grins against your neck, before standing straight, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer till your chests are pressed flush against each other. "Okay, then..." The music is back in full swing, blaring through the speakers. Anakin doesn't miss a beat, his hands sliding down your hips, his eyes never leaving yours. He starts to sway his body, bringing you with him. "I'll dance with you..." He murmurs.

"Good." You giggle, spinning around so your back is against his chest. Anakin lets out a low groan as you push your body back against his, his hands going to your hips, pressing you against him as you move.

"You're playing a dangerous game." He growls lowly, burying his face in your hair, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

The way he molds against your body, it's like your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. "Am I?" Your arms raise so they can loop around his neck, playing with the tufts of blonde hair at the nape. "Touching me where everyone can see?"

"Let them look," Anakin responds, his lips brushing your neck, placing a kiss on your pulse point, making your breath catch in your throat. "If they're so interested..." Another kiss lands on the other side of your neck. "Tell them to watch," His hands slowly inch their way up your stomach. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

"Even after you broke my heart?"

"Especially after that," He mumbles against your throat, placing a series of soft kisses along the side of your neck, up towards your jaw, his fingers slowly reaching your ribs. "Being apart from you has been hell," He admits, his grip on your hips tightening. "All I think about is making you mine again."

"Then do it, Ani," You whisper breathlessly.

"As you wish" Anakin swiftly spins you round to face him, tugging you in, his mouth meeting yours in a searing kiss. It's deep and full of emotion, the weeks you've spent apart, and all the pain that came with it. His lips press hungrily against yours, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, his body pressed flushed against yours, all of his muscles taut with need. You could feel the effect you had on him.

You melt against him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips moving fervently against his. It's as if the world around you no longer exists, the only thing that matters right now is the feel of his body pressed against yours. You could feel his lips form a smile against yours, the kiss turning more passionate by the second. His tongue swipes across your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to allow him entrance. You feel his tongue delve into your mouth and moan loudly, your fingers finding their way into his hair.

"Ani..." you moan against his lips, he tasted like cheap beer and mint, yet you were fucking drowning in the taste. Lavishing and licking it all up. Anakin groans as his tongue plunges into your mouth, tangling with yours, claiming you in the most intimate way possible. He sucks on your lower lip, biting down on it ever so slightly, a gasp escaping you.

His kisses are needy and hungry, his hands roaming your body, pulling you even closer, not leaving even an inch of space between the two of you. As if on instinct, your tongue meets his, dancing with its familiar rhythm. Anakin's hands grip your waist with an almost possessive need, pulling you impossibly closer, his body pressed against yours, the heat from his skin seeping through your clothes. His fingers dig into your hips, his tongue exploring your mouth with an fervor and desire that takes your breath away. You could feel his muscles taut beneath your hands, his need for you is palpable, every touch speaking of the depth of his craving.

You gasp against his lips, allowing yourself to sink further into his touch. Anakin takes advantage of your gasp, sliding his tongue into your mouth, tasting you with a hunger that borders on primal. He deepens the kiss, his body melding against yours as his hands rove over your back, memorizing every curve and contour. You feel his teeth graze your lower lip, a subtle sting of pain mingling with the intoxicating pleasure of his touch. You lean into him, your body surrendering to the intoxicating feel of his embrace.

Anakin's kisses are intoxicating and consuming, leaving you dizzy with need. His tongue explores the familiar corners of your mouth as his hands slowly inch to the hem of your shirt, his fingers sending bolts of electricity wherever they touch. As his palms meet your skin, an intense heat ignites between you, like a flame that burns away everything else but the two of you. You can feel the erratic beating of his heart against yours, his breath intermingling with yours. It's messy and desperate, a passionate dance of longing and desire.

You break the kiss, like all your senses came back. Anakin groans slightly, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on your lower back, the heat of his touch leaving a scorching trail in its wake. He rests his forehead against yours, his breaths coming out in short pants, his eyes darkened with desire. A small smirk graces his mouth, the sight of it making your breath hitch in your throat. "We shouldn't have done that," You whisper, lips slightly grazing his

"Probably not..." Anakin admits lowly, his breath washing over your parted lips, his lips hovering over yours. His fingers gently pull away from the small of your back, trailing his thumb along your jawline, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "But I don't regret it," He murmurs, his thumb flicking over your lower lip, his eyes filled with heated promises. "Do you?"

"No," You shake your head, morally you knew it was wrong, but under the influence, you could not bring yourself to care. A low growl escapes him, his eyes darkening again. In a split second, his lips are on yours again, his tongue immediately plunging into your mouth, claiming you in a fierce kiss. His body presses hard against yours, leaving no space between the two of you, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. He kissed you hungrily, passionately, pouring all of his pent up desire and craving into the kiss. "I think we should...get out...of here."

"Good idea..." He responds, the huskiness in his voice sending a wave of heat straight between your legs. His hands slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat from his body seeping into you. One arm stays wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing along the bare skin of your hip, while the other goes up to your chin, tilting your head back. "I have a dorm to myself, and the room is closer," He whispers in your ear, his breaths fanning your earlobe.

"Let's go," Anakin immediately takes you by the hand and leads you out of the party. The cool night air nips at your heated skin, but his grip on your hand is reassuring. You walk in silence and reach his dorm in what seems like seconds.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Anakin wastes no time, tugging you close and sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is even more urgent than the one at the party, his desire and need palpable in the way his body presses against yours.

"You miss me this much, Ani?" You slyly ask, the boy in front of you was like putty in your hands.

"You have no idea..." He groans, pressing his mouth hungrily against your throat. One hand comes up to tangle in your hair, tugging it slightly, while the other remains on your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You have no fucking idea," His mouth is relentless as he kisses and sucks at your skin, leaving a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. "Gods...I need you..."

"Tell me, what do you need?" Your fingers always find his hair somehow, playing with the loose curls, twirling the strands around your finger.

"I need your touch..." He whispers between kisses. "I need your taste..." You feel the heat of his breath washing over your skin."And I need your body...so badly it hurts, baby. It hurts so bad" His teeth graze your pulse point, a shiver racking your body at the feel of it. His hand finds yours and brings it to brush his crotch. Hard cock straining his pants.

"Let me make it better, m'kay?" His mouth goes straight back to your neck, his hands pulling you flush against him, his body pressing hard against yours. You feel his hands go under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of your abdomen, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Sit," You instruct.

Without a second thought, his mouth leaves your skin as he obeys, sitting back on the edge of the bed, looking up at you expectantly. You slink down on your knees. Your actions make Anakin's breath hitch in his throat. His eyes rake up and down your body, stopping at your face, a smirk teasing his mouth.

"Now...What will you be doing down there, baby?" He purrs, his words slightly shaky as he speaks.

"You tell me?" You tilt your head to the side. At this, Anakin places a hand on the side of your head, his fingers threading through your hair, his grip on you firm yet gentle.

"I want..." His breathing is shaky, his words coming out as a groan. "I need-" He cuts off as you rest your hand on his knee, your nails digging into the material of his jeans, the feel of it making his eyes darkens once more.

"Need what Ani-baby?" You coo. You feel his legs tense beneath your touch, his hand in your hair clenching slightly.

"Gods, you're going to kill me..." He groans, watching you intently, his breath hitching in his throat.

Something in him snaps. Like a switch is pressed and in a blink of an eye, his hands are gripping your hair, it harshly tugs on your scalp, so hard you wince.

"I wouldn't act so fucking mighty if I were you,” He growls.

His other hand roughly is tugging his pants down, boxers half way going with, exposing the base of his cock that is pushing against the waistband. He digs his thumb inside the waistband to tuck it underneath his balls.

"You wanna act like a fucking tease? A brat? Fine," he huffs, bringing his thick fingers to your mouth. "Open," he demanded, you immediately open your mouth, head still aching from his grip. He shoved four fingers, as far as they can go, into your mouth, gathering your spit on his fingers.

He takes them out and wraps his hand around his cock, spitting on his own cock for extra measures. His fist beats his cock at a fast pace, while all you do is stare. "Let me, Ani," you pout, eyes strained on the white bead that grows on his flush pink tip, and dribbles down.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You think you can get away with teasing me?" He wets his bottom lip, pearly white teeth baring as his pace quickens. "Think again."

"But please? I'll be so good?" You beg.

"Begging for my cock? Your exes cock?" He smirks, when did he become so vile? "No, baby. You're just gonna watch."

You can't help how his actions, how the sounds of his slicked cock sounds as he jerks it, how he tries to hold back moans, shoot straight to your core that's dripping in your underwear.

He bites down on his teeth, jaw clenching. A moan letting lose from his chest as his hot cum lands directly on your cheek making you gasp, then another spurt lands from the bridge of your nose to the left of your lips, then another, he's using your face like a canvas. His name tumbles from your lips as he finishes, hand slowing its movements.

"You're so mean," you frown, letting your tongue poke out to lick some of his cum that was on your bottom lip. His hand releases your hair and comes down to land on your jaw, this thumb collecting some of his cum that was above your lip and on your cheek, now touching your lips, commanding quietly for you to open your mouth. His thumb being encased by your lips as your tongue swirled around the digit, lapping up the salty white.

"Don't act like you didn't fucking enjoy it," he grins, like actually gives you a cocky grin. "Come on baby, stand up," you do. Anakin's hand slides under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers gliding over your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin on his palm, as his mouth explores the exposed skin above your collar bone.His lips land on your collar bone and burn a trail of hot kisses up your throat, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of your neck.

His hands gently guide the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his calloused fingers tracing over your arms. His mouth never leaves your skin, his kisses growing increasingly impatient as the dress pool at your feet. Your exposed breasts elicits a growl from the depths of Anakin's chest. He presses his mouth to the valley between your breasts, his breaths coming out in hot, uneven pants. He guides you back towards the bed, his mouth remaining on your skin, his tongue tracing along the underside of your breast. He pushes you back against the sheets, crawling on top of you, looking down at you, his eyes dark with arousal.

"Gods..." He whispers, leaning down to press his mouth hungrily against yours. His hand comes up to tangle itself in your hair, the other tracing along your naked skin, caressing the curve of your hip bone.

"Please, Ani?" You mewl meekly.

"Please what, baby?" He murmurs against your skin, his mouth coming to your throat, pressing open mouthed kisses against your pulse point. His hands continue to roam, running along your sides, his fingernails leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Fuck me," you say softly, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the feeling of his warm, wet tongue glide over your skin.

A shiver racks his body at your words, a growl working itself up his throat. He places a gentle biting kiss on your shoulder. "As you wish, darling," He purrs lowly, moving to press his mouth against yours hungrily.

Anakin pushes your thighs apart, making room for himself between them. He looks down at you, his gaze dark as his fingers lightly trace along your inner thigh. His touch is teasing, the pads of his fingers gentle against your skin. It takes nearly every inch of his self-control to stop himself from moving any further. "Don't stop," You complain.

"Patience, sweetheart..." His fingers brush higher up your inner thighs, goosebumps forming in their wake. "Good things come to those who wait..." He purrs, leaving a biting kiss on your hip bone.

"Well then, give me your worst," You challenge.

Anakin grins down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, a dark gleam in them. "Now that, I can do," He whispers, leaning in to press a biting kiss to the crook of your neck. Anakin did not care, in this moment, for any further foreplay. Anakin groans against your skin as he takes his cock and slides it past your slippery walls, deep in your cunt, his body stiffening at the pleasure. His hips jerk involuntarily, a gasp escaping his parted lips. He whispers out your name, his breaths coming out in short pants, his fingers digging into your hips tight enough to leave bruises behind. "Baby-" His words get cut off as he moans out.

His head dropping down to your shoulder. He sets a hard and relentless pace, his hands gripping your hips, his movements uncoordinated as he loses himself to the pleasure. "A-Ani!" You moan, your manicured nails digging red stripes along his back.

"Gods..." He groans, his voice strained and heavy with desire. His hips stutter, becoming slightly uncoordinated from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure. His grip tightens on your hips, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder, leaving behind a deep bite mark.

His breaths come out in pants against your skin, the feel of you overwhelming him completely, his senses consumed by you and only you. The noises leaving his mouth are unabashed and completely wanton, his usual composure completely out of control. "Feels so good," You babble out almost incoherently.

He groans your name against your throat, his voice shaky and strained with need, the way he says the word sounding completely wrecked. You're driving him mad, each little syllable he utters a declaration of what you are doing to him.

He lifts his head to look down at you, his eyes completely darkened, his breathing heavy. He wants to say something, but all that comes out are shaky breaths and wanton moans, your touch around his cock, as he thrusts like his life depended on this moment (maybe it does), completely consuming him. His hand slips under your cheek, his thumb trailing over your lower lip, his gaze dark with desire. He's completely enamored by you, the way your skin feels under his touch, the sound of your voice, the way you make him feel. He's losing himself in the heat and the passion you give him, his soul completely surrendered to you.

"'M so close, Ani." You moan, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. You could smell his sweat, which was unexpectedly not off-putting. Under your palms, you could feel every ripple of muscle.

"F-Fuck-" He gasps, his words getting caught on a moan. He's nearing the edge, every nerve in his body on fire, his senses clouded with pleasure. He needs to hear the sound of your pleasure, needs to see you completely undone by his touch, needs to feel you fall apart around him. He's a needy and greedy mess of wants and needs, completely intoxicated by you.

Anakin allows for his fingers to slip between the two of you. Anakin's fingers work, rubbing, swirling your clit, pushing you towards the edge, his mouth coming to your shoulder, panting against your skin. You can hear the needy noises escaping his throat, the words and praises spilling from his mouth, all in a tangle of incoherent mumble.

"Gods, baby-" He gasps, his fingers never ceasing in their ministrations, driven purely by need and desire. He's falling, the edge closing in around him. He's completely consumed by you, his every sense focused solely on the feeling of you under him, the way your body fits against his, the feel of your skin on his. "Oh baby-" He moans lowly, his voice broken, his orgasm just within reach.

"Don't st...op..." you manage to squeak out.

"Gods, no, baby, I won't-" His words are broken by a groan, a shudder wracking his frame. He's right on the edge, his body nearly shaking from the need to fall over it. His touch on you is feverish, his breathing labored as he pushes you further towards the edge. His hand between your legs is relentless, his ministrations firm and needy, his body hovering over you taut with need and desire. "Fuck-" He whispers, his words broken as he moans, falling closer to the edge, his control slipping. "Baby..." He nearly growls, biting down on your shoulder.

You feel the coil in your stomach snap, goosebumps and pins and needles rack through your body. "Anakin!" You moan, feeling your release flood out of you. At the sound of your pleasure, the feel of you falling apart under his touch, all control leaves Anakin's body, his mind completely consumed by you. He buries his face in your shoulder, his moans of pleasure being muffled by your skin, his body shuddering against you as he finds his release, completely and utterly undone.

Anakin's entire body shudders, his frame taut for a moment before falling limply against you, the last of his release leaving him in a breathy moan, his hands clinging to you desperately. He's boneless and utterly spent, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with pleasured exhaustion as he looks up at you. He's completely enamored by you, the sight of you a messy and wrecked mess of bliss.

You lay there, sweaty baby hairs sticking to your forehead. "Missed me that much, huh Ani?"

A weak groan leaves him, his breathing shaky and labored, his body still shivering slightly. He looks at you from where his head lays on your shoulder, his eyes dark with exhaustion, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin with a touch that betrays just how thoroughly spent he is. "You have no idea..." He whispers, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

"I think I just got the idea."

Anakin laughs weakly at your words, unable to come up with a response. He turns his head to bury his face in your neck, his breath still coming out in uneven pants, his body still tense from the onslaught of pleasure that just consumed him.

You went silent, fingers gently playing with his hair. "So, do we go back to being exes after this?"

Anakin sighs, lifting his head to look up at you, his expression conflicted. He's quiet for a moment, his thoughts warring within him. Finally, he lets out a sigh, his hand coming up to caress your cheek with a touch that's both gentle and filled with unspoken words. "I don't know," He whispers. "Do you want us to?"

"Not really." You sighed. "Just don't break my heart again because of something Obi-Wan said, okay?"

Anakin's eyes soften at your words, his expression filled with sincerity. He lifts his hand to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your cheekbone, his touch gentle. "I promise, I won't..." He whispers, his words filled with unspoken regret and remorse for the pain he caused you before. "No more listening to Obi-Wan....ever..." He says softly, an almost playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Good," You crane your neck to kiss him, again. Anakin's mouth curves up into a smile against yours, his lips moving gently against yours in a sweet kiss filled with unspoken words. It's slow and tender, the kiss speaking volumes more than words themselves ever could. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and loving, his thumb tracing over your skin with a tenderness that betrays the depth of his affection for you.

The kiss unfortunately breaks when you yawn. A small, fond smile curves up Anakin's lips at the sight of your yawn, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Tired?" He asks quietly, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

You're just able to nod.

He smiles, a faint chuckle leaving his lips as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Let's get some rest then..." He whispers, pulling the blankets up over your bodies, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close against his chest.

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mayajadewrites · 2 days

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agora hills - levi ackerman

✦ synopsis: its erwin's birthday, so that means levi gets dragged to the strip club.

✦ content warnings: levi ackerman x fem! str*pper reader, unprotected sex, creampie, modern aot au

Music blared through the speakers in the club. Shiny, freshly cleaned poles are glistening in the neon lights - bodies touching and watching dancers in awe.

"Your new outfit looks so cute!!" One of the girls grazed her hand on your arm as you put on body glitter.

"Thank you!" You look down at your outfit, or lack there of. You're wearing a black off the shoulder mesh crop top with a black stringy bikini underneath. A gold waist chain, and a black skirt that connects to a garter thats squeezing your thick thigh. You paired the outfit with platform, thigh high black boots. Your hair is long and wavy, almost down to your ass.

You watch the glitter turn different colors on your tan skin as you moved your body, warming up for your turn on stage.

The air in the club smells... expensive. Colognes and liquors that only CEOs can afford.

"We got some big spenders here tonight!" Another dancer gushed. "Table 4 ordered the highest shelf liquor!"

You take a breath and stride out of the dressing room. The heels of your boots click against the floor as you start to hear the song you'll be dancing to tonight.

Agora Hills by Doja Cat.

You thought of a new dance routine that goes perfectly with the lyrics, melody, and beat.

As you wait backstage, you take a peek at the crowd. Every seat is filled with potential customers.

"Table 1... 2..." Your eyes scan the tables until you land on Table 4. A group of about 5 people are sitting at the table, 4 of them smiling and laughing amongst each other.

The last one, a lone raven-haired man is sitting with an arm laid on the table, the other one holding a glass of what looks like whiskey. He's wearing a crisp white dress shirt, top 2 buttons undone. His legs are covered with black slacks and expensive looking shoes.

He seemed uninterested.

Your new goal for tonight is to make that man look at you like you're fresh water in a drought.

"Happy birthday Erwin!!" Falco raised his glass. "Tonight is for you, big guy."

"Erwin I think you're gonna like this gal. I heard she's the best dancer here!" Hange turned her attention toward the stage.

"How many times have you been here, four eyes?" Levi raised an eyebrow.

"Never when she's here."

Levi's interest was slightly heightened. Slightly.

He doesn't go to clubs, ever. But it's Erwin's birthday and he begged him to come out with them for the night.

The lights dimmed as the music began, a song Levi's heard once or twice but never really listened to. He swirled his whiskey in his glass as he watched you emerge onto the stage.

His eyes wandered along your body - your face, your chest, your hips, thighs and legs.

Kissing, I hope they caught us Whether they like or not I wanna show you off, I wanna show you off

You reached your hand to the pole, doing a simple spin around the pole to show off your figure. The crowd cheered.

Levi's eyes swallowed you as you turned around, leaning down so the crowd gets a good view of your ass. You spread your legs, shaking your ass in a subtle way that makes customers want to see more in a private dance.

I wanna brag about it I wanna tie the knot I wanna show you off, I wanna show you off

You wrapped your leg around the pole, using your other hand to help you spin faster.

You swayed your hips to the beat as you felt the heat of everyones eyes on you.

Through your half lidded eyes, you spot the raven haired man from Table Four.

His eyes never left you.

You smirked as you danced around the stage, giving the audience a view of your chest through the mesh top. Your tits were supple from the lotion you lathered on as you subtly brought your body towards his on the stage.

His legs spread a bit as you danced, his eyes look almost intoxicated with you. You dragged your hands along your curves, your manicured hands tightening the garter on your thick thigh.

Somethin' different about you Love it when he hit and smack too Baby, lemme lick on your tattoos That's true that I like PDA Take it to a seedy place

Suck a little dick in the bathroom Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you Front seat chillin' with the window down

Once your dance was over you went to the floor to speak to customers. You chatted with various people but had your mind on one steel eyed man.

"Heard we have a birthday boy over here." Your voice was smooth as you approached Table 4. The blonde man with the piercing blue eyes sat in between the others. Your fingertips grazed his shoulders as you passed by. "What did you wish for for your birthday?"

"For my friend Levi to not act like he has a stick up his ass." Erwin chucked, that rich man laugh.

"Tch." The blue-grey eyed man finally spoke. The one you've been eyeing all night. His undercut looked fresh - must've just got it done before he came here.

You felt shy for some reason. This man intimidated you.

But you couldn't let him know that. It was time to play up your character.

"Levi, hm?" You walked towards his seat - his legs spread out as he sips on his glass. "You're way too cute to be angry."

"I'm not angry." He refused to look at you as he adjusted his posture.

"It's his first time at a strip club!" The one with the glasses said. "He's not used to having all these beautiful women around. He works with mostly men."

"Hange, shut up." Levi crossed his arms over his chest.

You placed your hands on Levi's broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. You leaned down to his ear, letting your breath dance along his earlobe. "You're cute when you're angry." You pulled away quickly as you walked toward the bar.

Always leave them wanting more.

"Can I get a shot of tequila, Connie?" You spun on the barestool to face one of your best friends, who also happens to be the bartender here.

"Sure thing!" He enthusiastically poured your shot. You took it quickly for liquid courage. You wanted to make sure Levi remembered this night.

"Birthday boy," You smiled at the blonde. Your friends paid for a dance for you with my friend, she's the best dancer here." You pulled your coworker aside - she was tall with curves for days. Her skin was like chocolate - milky brown and smooth. "She'll take good care of you." You grabbed his hand gently and handed him off.

"And you." You stood in front of Levi, his gaze stopping at your thighs for a moment before he found your eyes. "Glasses got you a private dance from me."

"Hange." Levi sucked his teeth. Reluctantly, he stood up. His cheeks flushed a shade of red as he let you grab his hand to lead him to the private room for dances.

You both sat down on the loveseat as the music blared. The lights were dim, but you can still see each other fine.

"What's your name, baby?"

"Levi." His eyes darted to the floor - avoiding eye contact.

"If you don't want me to do anything, that's okay. She already paid." You looked at Levi who was staring at the corner of the room.

He was surprised at how clean this place was, he was looking for a reason to leave.

But he couldn't find one.

"I'm not gonna stop you from doing your job."

You stood up slowly and placed your hands on his knees, moving your hips with the beat of the current song. He had the perfect view of your tits, his mouth salivating at the thought of sucking on your supple skin.

You took your hands off his knees as you turned around, bending down to let Levi stare at your ass. He watched the fat of your ass move as you danced, his hand running through his fringe.

You could almost hear his scattered breaths as he watched you in amazement.

As you turned around, you touched his chin gently with your index finger, bringing his eyes to yours.

"I'm sure you get this all the time, but you're very handsome." Your face was so close to his now. He could smell your perfume - vanilla with a hint of coconut.

"Thank you." His adam's apple bobbed as he spoke.

"This thing is so tight on me, can you take it off for me?" You brought his hand to your garter that was squishing your thigh.

"I-I don't want to break any rules." He gulped.

"Ah, you always follow the rules?" You tilted your head to the side. "It's not against the rules to help your dancer loosen her garter."

His large, heavy hand landed on your thigh as he un-did the buckle for you. A sigh of relief leaving your lips as the pressure evaporated.

"Thank you." You lowered yourself to straddle his lap, feeling his erection against your inner thigh as you sat. Your skirt laid over his thighs so nicely, no one could see what was going on underneath. You rolled your hips on top of him and watched his face, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he felt the pressure of your body on him. He ran his fingers through his hair again as he took a deep breath.

You had to fight back the urge to kiss him right there.

You don't sleep with clients, but fuck - he didn't pay you.

"I want to touch you." Levi kept his hands on the sides of his legs.

"Not here." You pressed your hands to his chest. You leaned in to his ear, your plump lips grazing his lobe. "Your place?"

You were feeling brave.

"Will I make you lose money?" He had to fight the urge to grab your hand and run out of the building.

"I made triple than what I usually make on a Saturday."

"Grab your stuff."

The outfit you arrived to Levi's place in is the exact opposite of what you wear in the club. You had an oversized crewneck on with biker shorts and sneakers.

He didn't waste any time getting his lips on yours when he locked the door behind him.

He grabbed you by your hips, throwing your legs around his waist as he kissed you. His hands planted on the fat of your ass, squeezing gently in between kisses.

"You do this with all your clients?" He whispered as he pushed your body against the wall.

"Just the incredibly sexy ones who don't talk much." You smirked as you felt the heat of your core raise.

His mouth attached to your neck as he left bites and kisses down your skin, his mouth hungry for more.

"I've never met someone as sexy as you in my life." He growled.

"Mm, Levi." You pressed your hand to the back of his head. His greedy hands lifted your sweater to touch your skin and you swore you could feel burn marks from his hot touch. "Bedroom, please."

His attitude completely changed from how he was at the club. He's in his own element now, fully confident in himself. He threw you on your back onto the bed - your hair spread out along his blanket.

His eyes looked almost primal as he crawled over your body, kissing your swollen lips again roughly. His hand slid over your tits, stomach, then to your aching core.

He rubbed gentle circles on the fabric as he watched you wince.

"Be patient or you get nothing." His other hand stretched the elastic of your shorts. "Understand?"

"Yes." You bit down on your lip impatiently.

Sliding down your shorts and throwing them to the side, Levi took his thumb and gently rubbed your clit. You moan at the contact, like you've been waiting years for this.

"So wet already, this all for me?" He smiled behind his half lidded eyes.

"Y-yes." He inserted mis middle finger inside your gummy, hot walls as he rubbed circles on your sensitive nub. "Baby I need you, please." You whine.

"Tch. What a brat." Levi slide his index finger inside of you. "What did I say about patience?"

"I want to feel you."

"I've wanted to touch you since the moment I saw you, so I'm going to savor this moment." He growled. He watched your eyes roll back as he finger fucked you, curling his digits at just the right spot that made you want to unravel right there.

You buck your hips as he went to work on your heat, feeling your walls pulsate around his fingers.

"I'm gonna come Levi." You moan as you grip the crisp white sheets.

"Come for me, baby." He moved his fingers faster as your walls tightened around him - euphoria hitting your body as you reached your high. He kept thrusting his fingers as you came down from your mind-blowing orgasm, watching your eyes roll back.

Levi wasted no time in taking off the rest of your clothes and his. The usually organized clean room now looked like chaos.

Much like how your mind was.

You gawked at his length, he's big and girthy.

"You want this, baby?" Levi used the pet name you used on him earlier.

"Yes." You nod.

"Yes what?"

"Yes please."

Levi aligned himself with your entrance, pushing his fat tip inside of you. You had to fight back how loud you actually wanted to moan as his cock disappeared inside of you.

He found his rhythm, gripping your thick thighs tightly as you heard his balls slap against your ass. Your pussy fluttered around him - you're already close again.

The lewd squelches filled the room as he fucked you senseless. Your walls had to accommodate to his large size, but never getting fully used to it.

He was giving you everything.

All of him.

"Levi, I'm close." You whimpered as you held on to whatever skin of his you could touch.

Your world was melting around you as he quickened his pace even more. "Fuck. Levi-" You moaned loudly, so loudly that his neighbors had to have heard you.

"Look at me." He grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, pulling your gaze to him. "I want to watch you come on my cock."

Your tight, hot pussy gripped his cock as you reached your high, Levi sinking his entire cock into you to press into your g-spot.

"Levi!" Your mouth formed into an 'o' as your orgasm started to slow. His hips started to stutter as he watched you, his mouth hanging open.

"F-fuck." He pressed his entire length into you one more time, filling your walls with his milky juices. You didn't even have the energy to stop him, and you didn't want to.

"You couldn't pull out, hm?" Your breath was still shaky as he laid down next to you, both of your bodies refusing to leave the bed.

"I wanted to, but your pussy felt too good." Levi lazily looked at you. "Do you want me to call you a Uber?" He tucked one of your hairs behind your ear. "I would offer you to stay, but I have to meet my cousin early in the morning for breakfast."

"That's okay, I got it." You smile meekly as you stand up.

"Here, wear this." He hands you one of his hoodies with a pair of matching sweatpants. The fabric radiates his scent. "Don't worry about giving it back to me, I'll be seeing you again."

He added your number to his phone as you walked to your Uber. He kissed you on the cheek before opening the door for you, telling the driver to keep you safe.

Your next shift came quickly and you couldn't help but feel disappointed that you couldn't relive Saturday night.

That is until your near regular came in.

"Hi." You smiled meekly. He was more confident now, his strides showing it. "Couldn't stay away?"

"From you? Never." He handed you three crisp hundred dollar bills. "Dance?"

"You can get it for free." You leaned into his space, sneaking a kiss on his cheek as you whispered in his ear.

Looks like you found a new regular.

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The Vagabond Pt. Four

Part four babes!

Something a little more on the serious side? Ish.. Kinda?

MASTERLIST

Tag list: @kyoko-neko @strawberrypoundtown

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Warnings: Cursing, alcohol... That's pretty much it?

Werewolf!Oscar "Oz" Vi x Werebunny!Fem!Reader

You sigh heavily as you walk behind the bar and over to stand in front of Oscar who was already on his second double of whisky for the night. You place your hands down harshly on the tile surface getting Oscar’s attention.

Oscar raised his eyebrow. “You good, sweetheart?” He chuckled before lifting the glass again to take another sip.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you in that shitty motel room anymore.” You say to Oscar as he sits at the bar while you clean some glasses.

Oscar almost choked on his whisky. “I’m sorry- what??” He questioned and coughed a bit as he wiped the whisky from his chin.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you in your shitty motel room anymore. If you want to keep hooking up that’s fine, but we are gonna do it at my place from now on.” You state bluntly with a casual shrug.

Oscar stared at you with a blank expression as his brain worked hard to process what you were saying. He set his glass down and rubbed his orange eyes. “Why?” He asked. “What’s wrong with my motel room?” He laughed a little.

You lean against the bar. “Oscar, the doors are flimsy as twigs, there are cigarette burns in the nasty ass carpets, you’ve moved to three different rooms in that building because of bed bugs and you’ve only been in town for five days!” You exclaim. You then lean over the bar and whisper. “If you want to keep fucking me, you can come stay at my place.” Your tone is serious and its so fucking hot.

Oscar felt a rush of goosebumps go down his neck. He then shook his head and bit his lip as he looked away from you. Hesitation in his eyes. Staying with you was… Way too personal for his liking. He finally looked back at you after a few moments. “We could fuck in the bathroom here at the bar, or something.” He said and smiled hopefully at you.

You roll your eyes. “Alright, no more pussy for you then.” You snort.

Oscar’s bright orange eyes went wide with panic. “Hey, hey sweetheart. No need to be like that.” He chuckled nervously. Why was his heart aching? Why did he dread the idea of not being able to touch or taste you anymore?

You lean back, cross your arms, and suck your teeth. “I am not going back to that motel, Oz.” You say. “And we are not fuckin in the bar.” You whisper through gritted teeth.

“I was just- Okay, fine.” Oscar groaned. “Gods damn it, sweetheart.” He whispered. “Alright, you win. I’ll get my shit and stay with you for the last few days I’m in town.” He said in a defeated manner.

You smile brightly at Oscar. “Good, then you get to keep sleeping with me until you leave town.” You chirp.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks sweetheart.” He chuckled.

“Don’t act like you don’t like me.” You tease him. “Pay your tab, go get your stuff. I will take you to my place after work. I’m only on shift until ten o’clock tonight.” You smile as you walk off to serve other customers walking into the bar.

Oscar slung his duffle bag over his shoulder as he waited outside the bar for you. He checked his watch. Ten o’clock, right on the dot. His ears perked up at the sound of you walking out of the bar door.

“Were you waiting long?” You ask as you pull your keys from your purse.

Oscar shrugged. “Not really.” He yawned a little. “So sweetheart, where is your place?” He asked. “I’ll follow you on my bike.” He says as he points with his thumb to an old Harley parked on the side of the road.

You pointed at the apartments above the bar. “Up there.” You laugh. “And just leave your bike parked there, it’ll be fine.” You add as you lead him down the alley to the entry door to the apartment units above.

Oscar blinks slowly. “You live above the bar you work at?” He asked.

“Yep, it’s convenient.” You say casually as you unlock the door and lead Oscar up the narrow stairs.

“I’ll say.” Oscar mumbled as he watched your ass going up the stairs. He smirks and reaches out to give it a playful pinch.

You let out a yelp and glare at Oscar. “Hey!” You whine.

Oscar laughs. “Can’t help it sweetheart, you’ve just got such a sweet ass.” He said.

You roll your eyes playfully as the two of you reach the top of the stairs, leading him down the narrow hall. Your door is the unit at the end of said hall.

“Damn.” Oscar grunted as he followed. “I take it these weren’t always apartments?” He asks.

“No, they weren’t. I don’t know what the building was when my grandpa bought it back in the 70s, all I know is that he converted it into a bar and apartments.” You explain.

Oscar followed you into your small apartment. “So your grandpa owns the bar and apartments?” He asked.

“No, my dad does now.” You say as you kick your shoes off and toss them in the basket near the door before taking your jacket off.

Oscar whistled. “Damn, sounds like you’re set huh?” He chuckled as he kicked his boots off as well and tossed his duffle bag onto the couch.

You put Oscar’s boots in the basket with your shoes. “I mean, if I take it over, yeah.” You shrug.

“You don’t want to?” Oscar asked and raised his eyebrow.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I am just unsure about it all.” You shrug as you head towards the bathroom. “Make yourself at home, I’ve got left over pizza in the fridge.” You tell Oscar as you close the bathroom door behind you.

Oscar rests his chin in his hand, he can hear the shower turn on and pouts. “Damn, without me?” He mumbles as he looks around your apartment.

It’s small, but it’s also cozy. Fluffy pillows and a fuzzy blanket adorn your couch, plants on shelves. Though Oscar can tell they are fake plants, they still look cute. A couple of pictures hang on the walls. Of you and who Oscar assumes is your father.

He stands up from the couch and walks over to the wall to examine the pictures. A few are from your childhood, those are the ones with you and your parents in them. He also spots a couple of you with whom he assumes are friends. Your smile makes him smile. He can’t help it.

Oscar’s smile fades and a heavy sigh escapes him. “What the fuck am I doing?” He whispers to himself. He runs his fingers through his shoulder length brown locks and walks back over to the couch to sit down. His intrusive thoughts tell him to just grab his shit and leave while you’re still in the shower. But his instincts are growling at him to stay put. To stay with the sweet bunny girl. To give into what nature is telling him to do.

Oscar grunts as he lies across the couch and looks back over to the wall of pictures once more. Your smile makes him smile, he can’t help it.

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geotjwrs · 3 days

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wtf! (18+)

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut (minors dni!)

The night was quiet and still, but Y/n couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, missing Jenna terribly. Her laugh, her smile, the way she made everything better just by being there – it was all he could think about. Unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number, hoping she would pick up.

After a few rings, Jenna's sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," Y/n said softly, trying not to sound too desperate.

"Y/n?" Jenna mumbled, clearly groggy. "What time is it?"

"It's late," Y/n admitted, glancing at the clock. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I just... I really needed to hear your voice."

Jenna's voice softened, though she was still half-asleep. "It's okay. I miss you too. What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," Y/n confessed. "I just keep thinking about you. I wish you were here."

Jenna yawned, her exhaustion evident. "I wish I was there too. But we can talk for a bit, if that helps."

Y/n smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "Yeah, that helps. Tell me about your day."

Jenna started to recount her day, but her words were slurred and slow. Y/n could tell she was struggling to stay awake. "And then... I... um, sorry, Y/N. I'm just so tired."

"I know," Y/n said gently. "You should go back to sleep."

"But I want to be here for you," Jenna insisted, though her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"I appreciate that, Jenna. Really, I do," Y/n said, his heart aching with love for her. "But you need your rest. I'll be okay."

There was a pause, and Y/n could hear Jenna shifting in her bed. "Are you sure? I don't want you to be alone if you're feeling like this."

"I'll manage," Y/n replied, trying to sound reassuring. "Just knowing you care means a lot."

"Okay," Jenna said reluctantly. "But call me first thing in the morning, alright?"

"Will do," Y/n promised. "Goodnight, Jenna. I love you."

"Love you too," Jenna murmured, her voice trailing off as she drifted back to sleep. "Goodnight..."

Y/n hung up the phone, but the emptiness he felt didn't go away. If anything, it felt worse now that he'd heard her voice but couldn't be with her. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling, feeling more alone than ever.

...

The night was dark and quiet, with only the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl breaking the silence. Y/n, a tall, athletic figure, crept stealthily towards Jenna's bedroom window, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew that tonight would be different, more passionate and intense than any encounter they had shared before.

As he reached the window, he paused for a moment to catch his breath and to take in the sight of Jenna's room, bathed in moonlight. Carefully, he hoisted himself up and slid through the open window, his eyes immediately drawn to the beautiful figure lying on the bed. Jenna, her long, dark hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes closed in sleep.

Y/n's heart raced as he approached the bed, his gaze locked on Jenna's seductive curves. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and run his fingers lightly over her delicate skin, tracing the outline of her full, luscious lips. As he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, Jenna's eyes flickered open, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she realized that Y/n was there, in her room, with her.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.

"I couldn't stay away, Jenna," Y/n murmured, his voice husky with longing. "I had to see you, to touch you. I need you, Jenna."

With that, he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Jenna moaned softly, her fingers digging into Y/n's back, pulling him closer.

"Y/n, you're making me so hot," she breathed, her eyes smoldering with desire. "I want you inside me, now."

Y/n's cock throbbed at the sound of her voice, the thought of sliding his hard length into her willing pussy driving him wild. He pulled away from her lips, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at her.

"Turn over, Jenna," he commanded, his voice low and gruff. "I want to see that perfect ass of yours."

Obeying his command, Jenna rolled onto her stomach, her cheeks flushed with anticipation as Y/n began to caress the soft, round globes of her ass. He traced the curve with his fingers, lingering on the sensitive skin, making Jenna squirm with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his fingers slipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "You're so wet for me, Jenna. I can feel it."

"Oh, Y/n," she moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers brushed against her clit. "Please, touch me there. I need to cum."

Y/n's cock throbbed at the sound of her plea, his balls aching with desire. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, he needed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, to hear her screams of pleasure as he drove deep inside her.

Without warning, he plunged two fingers into Jenna's slick channel, her wetness coating his fingers as he thrust in and out, her moans growing louder with each pass.

"Y/n, that feels so good," she gasped, her hips rocking in time with his movements. "But I need more, I need your cock inside me."

Y/n growled in response, his fingers leaving her pussy as he positioned himself between her legs. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping against her ass as he began to pump in and out, each stroke more intense than the last.

"Fuck, Jenna," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove deeper, harder. "You're so tight, so fucking wet. I love fucking you like this, baby."

Jenna cried out in pleasure, her voice mingling with Y/n's deep, guttural growls as he pounded into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Y/n, I'm going to cum," she gasped, her body trembling with desire. "Fuck me harder, baby, make me cum so hard."

Y/n grunted in response, his hips pistoning faster, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with a wet, slapping sound. Jenna's moans grew louder, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room as she reached the brink of ecstasy.

"Yes, baby, yes!" she cried, her body tensing as she felt the first wave of her orgasm wash over her. "I'm cumming, Y/n, I'm cumming so hard!"

Y/n groaned in response, his cock swelling inside her as he felt her pussy clamp down around him, her juices flowing over his shaft as she rode the waves of her orgasm. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Y/n wrapped his arms around Jenna, pulling her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison as they savored the intimate connection they had shared.

But their moment of bliss was short-lived, as the sound of footsteps outside Jenna's room shattered the silence. Y/n's heart raced with dread as he realized that they had been caught, their secret rendezvous exposed for all to see.

"What the fuck is going on here?" a voice cried out, and Y/n's blood ran cold as he recognized the voice of Jenna's sister, Aliyah. "Get the fuck out of my room, both of you!"

Y/n scrambled to pull on his clothes, his face burning with shame as he realized that Aliyah had caught them in the act. But there was no time to explain, no time to make excuses. They had been caught, and there was no escaping the consequences of their actions.

Jenna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she pulled on her clothes, her eyes downcast as she faced her sister. But Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had marked Jenna, claimed her as his own, even if it was for just one night.

As they left Jenna's room, the weight of their secret hanging heavy in the air, Y/n couldn't help but wonder if there would be a next time, if they would ever be able to recapture the passion and intensity of that one, unforgettable night.

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slunch · 1 year

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The beach was crowded when I went yesterday. I don’t think anybody saw me.

I didn’t do much there, though. I just walked up and down until I got tired. I was mostly looking at my phone. My friends were getting into an argument about the different kinds of cereal and which ones were better. There’s a small brand that I like, but they only like the big ones.

On the train, a homeless man went down the aisle asking for money. Nobody saw him either. I was reading about a new game that was coming out next year, and my friends were telling me it looked really good. I didn’t think so myself but tried to understand why they thought so, and I think I succeeded, which I felt pretty good about. I like to think I’ve gotten better at empathy.

When I got back to my apartment, I wasn’t sure what to do with the rest of my evening. I didn’t want to think about work tomorrow, so I watered the plants according to the schedule and stared at my cat, who glared back at me. She ran away when I tried to pet her, but I think by this time next year she’ll be better around me.

I debated it for a while, but eventually downloaded a new dating app while I waited for my dinner to warm up. I was surprised that I got a few likes from some attractive women, but then again I have been taking better care of myself lately. I got an app that tracks my sleep patterns and rings my morning alarm at the optimal time to not disrupt my sleep cycles, and I recently put a little light on my water bottle that will flash and remind me to drink from it while I work.

None of the women on the dating app seemed very interesting. I chatted with them a little bit, but they either barely said anything or said a lot about nothing.

Then I read some of a textbook I’d downloaded onto my tablet. Higher education always intimidated me, and I liked the stability of my job, but I liked to also see what else is out there sometimes. I was currently in the middle of a linear algebra textbook. Tonight I was skimming the section on linear transformations - a way to translate something in one vector space to another vector space. I had forgotten what vector spaces were because it’s been a while since college, but, confident that I’d learned something new, I turned off the light and got into bed.

Before I slept, I looked through some more dating profiles but didn’t see any that interested me. After a while, people started to look the same. Maybe it was the new makeup trend some of my friends were talking about. I tried to find it in our chat archives, but it was too far back and the search wasn’t working. I told them good night and placed my phone under my pillow so it could listen to me breathe and decide when to wake me up.

The next day at work, my team got a new project. We talked about it over video call and then standard messaging for a while afterwards, because it seemed like we were pivoting to something new and there were a lot of little details to discuss. I didn’t mind, because I always like to broaden my skill set. The department’s priorities were shifting this quarter, which must be good.

My coworkers' teeth were all really white on camera when they were talking, which was really interesting because they've told me how much coffee they go through in a month. I use the same brand, and it’s pretty weak but tastes good. I'd have to ask them what whitening treatment they used, since I was a little self conscious about mine. I remembered in college when my friends were studying early AI, they said to count teeth and fingers because those were the hardest to generate accurately.

My manager's smile glinted on the screen.

I had some moments last month where I privately wondered if what we were working on really mattered, but my coworkers were really invested in this new project and I tried to mirror that energy. There might be some way to get promoted working on it, too. Sometimes it just seemed like we were working on things that nobody would use in the real world. But it takes all sorts. I looked at my phone case and wondered how many engineering hours went into it. Maybe we could linearly transform our work into something more concrete, take a feature we made and translate it into something that would write a book. Or at least just tell me what to say to my cat to make her finally like being around me.

I was a little distracted that afternoon because they were coming out with a new version of a laptop I had. I wasn’t sure when the news would drop so I kept checking my feed, but I had some good conversations with my friends about whether it’d be worth the upgrade. It turned out that most of them were planning to pre-order it, so I might do the same. I felt like I’d earned it.

I was having trouble focusing, so I checked out of work half an hour early. That’s one advantage of working remote, my teammates are all spread out between different time zones so nobody notices if I leave. My manager says next year we’re going to arrange a conference and meet each other in person.

After work, I played some video games with the guys. The in-game voice chat wasn’t functioning due to some server outage somewhere, so we just played in silence, which was kind of boring. Someone on the other team called me a bot and we got into a pretty heated argument in the match chat. It’s always the worst when they don’t listen to anything I say and keep tossing the same insults.

I left early and let them play the new DLC my friends all had (despite their protests), since I was still on the fence about buying it for myself. I was a little distracted during the game since a woman I’d connected with on the new dating app was messaging me a bit more. She was pretty and seemed interesting, even though she didn't actually say much. I didn’t mind talking about my job though. With some people, you have to carry the conversation for a while.

Around sunset, I decided to go on another walk. I passed the library, which reminded me again that I should apply for a library card and work on my backlog of books I’d been meaning to read. A bunch of my friends on Goodreads were really into this new series about a guy fighting to save an empire.

There was a restaurant I’d heard was good that had just opened a few blocks over, but I had the new subscription meal box coming tonight and wanted to have the first meal from that when it arrived.

A woman wearing headphones at a bus stop caught my eye, just for a moment as the last of the sun lit her hair gold. She was okay, but I had seen prettier women on the new app. I guess that's where all the attractive people are these days. She looked tired, plus her face was slightly asymmetrical. She had nice headphones though, I recognized them from the video calls with my coworkers. They were the old model of the noise-canceling ones they wore. I made a mental note to check out that model when I got back, since it was probably popular for a reason.

My cat hissed at me when I got back. I might have been petting her wrong. She doesn’t like being in the apartment all day, but it’s not like I can let her out. Plus she has me for companionship, since I get to work remotely. Not like she takes advantage of it. I asked my pet-owning friends how to approach her more, but they didn’t have much advice for body language that I couldn’t find with a web search. Maybe I would switch her food to the nicer brand.

I lay in bed trying to sleep, but had the eye twitches that came from staring at a screen too much. I checked out a new app that one of my friends had mentioned to see if that would relax me a little bit. It used AI to turn your face into a landscape.

I played around with it for a while, trying different angles, and they all produced different types of generated landscapes. The AI was really good, but there were just constant ads. It was okay though. I’ve gotten pretty good at ignoring those.

#fiction #short fiction #mine #i remember writing this one winter weekend i just felt super depressed #touched it up a bit tonight and here we are

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sportsthoughts · 2 months

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#oh i am a bit tired tonight folks. had a nice time yesterday trawling through old pens forums and linking back some posts to here #(all with links because like - it's nice to share where you've found fun stuff right?) no point gatekeeping at all - we don't own content #and then the same old people once again somehow by chance post the exact same five or six photos 5 minutes after #and yeah. great minds think alike right? you were probably trawling a not touched since 2015 forum too at the same time. it's possible #and out of the hundreds of photos on there you decided to make the exact selection i did. it's possible right?#and truthfully i don't really care because i'm posting this stuff because my blog is MY personal archive and it's stuff I want to catalogue #but when you have blocked as many blogs and sideblogs as you can and people are still finding you and send you shitty anons for just...#daring to use the player tags? cataloging stuff by literally tagging the player's name? ughhhhh it's exhausting how can i block you when yo #are the tumblr equivalent of hydra regrowing a new fake sideblog pretending to be a different person every week.#sorry i know this ranting into the abyss is pointless but i have a few more posts scheduled for tonight and i know i'll wake up tomorrow #and miraculously the same ones will be posted on the same people's blogs 5 minutes after me and it's just so childish #but yeah. we all know who they are and i'm just a little tired of it and hearing the stories of people being harassed in their inboxes/dms #anyway anyway anyway. i think i shall just take a break from posting stuff because feeling a little disheartened! and uncomfortable #because i feel watched. please stop using other blogs to find me. please stop talking about me in your tags. touch some grass my friends

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egoarc4de · 1 year

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avoiding my uni work... making a little post ... so that im not just sitting in executive dysfunction purgatory

#having a lot of choward thoughts today #when am i not #wait i dont think ive even mentioned my um choward tendencies on here before #unfortunately (citation needed) choward was my first and so it remains eternal.#it is so weird and fucked up in a very quaint and suburban way!#not like oh there's MURDER and GUNS and BLOOD #which is all well and good of course...#but it's more like oh there's issues and i lovehate my dad and my wife's not expecting me home tonight!#how about we communicate through post-its on write ups and reports.#does this make any sense #also CHOWARD?#whst a name #i didnt even know it had a name until i saw it in like. fic tags at one point.#anyways #sometimes i just want people to be fucked up and weird for a little bit #ohhhh i am so tired btw someone give me soup!!!#i have this meeting for a presentation i have not even. Touched . tomorrow. blegh #brbabcs rambling #also lacho david and saul is going well... slow but well!!!

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arthur-r · 2 years

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not trying to get my hopes up but um. cello bow dropped into the crowd?? hello????

#going to a happy fits concert in the very near future i’m beyond excited about it #and as a cellist i have special feelings about the happy fits and i would literally die if i got one of calvins bows #for the record he takes terrible care of them (hard rock riffs on cello is inevitably hard on it and also. i don’t think he uses rosin #considering all the fraying. that is constantly there. these are terribly maintained bows)#however. i would scream and cry if i could have one to keep in a very special place and never ever let it go #we’re going to be standing at the front cause i’m bringing my little sister who’s very small so we’re showing up early #and we’re going to be right up as close to the front as we can get and i just think if he did it again i could catch it #(he has historically done this for at least one other concert i’ve seen it on video before from not on this tour)#anyway it’s the happy fits and daisy the great and that’s like. my two favorite currently active musicians #(phoneboy will also be there but i hardly know them so that’s less exciting)#anyway i’m going to bring a piece of paper and a sharpie for getting autographs and just very strongly hope that the stars will align for me #it will also still be incredibly cool just getting to see them play. but i would cry if any of them touch my hand or drop a cello bow or any #of the many things that instagram videos have gotten my hopes up about (somebody posted to their instagram story mina touched their hand)#in conclusion i haven’t been doing the most incredibly good mentally but i’m kind of hoping this concert will be the best day of my life #that would kind of be a sad life. but like. the point is i hope it goes well and it’s happening soon. and yeah #spent all of tonight transferring seven of the new daisy the great songs into ultimate guitar #and i got super hyperfocus about it so now i’m doing a little bit unwell. but i’m also proud of myself for figuring it all out #and anyway i’m pretty much heading to bed but i got this instagram notification (i have instagram for bands and irls) and i just can’t #so yeah. in conclusion. calvin langman do this in minneapolis challenge #and i’ll likely not be around here til tomorrow or afterward cause it’s late. but yeah #me. my post. mine.#delete later

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nanaslutt · 4 months

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Playing with Toji's nipples

cont: fem reader, established relationship, nipple play, edging, a wink of Sub!Toji, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cumming inside, teasing, rough sex

MDNI

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Even now, after Toji had already accepted his fate, he was pouting. His massive back was pressed to your chest as you sat against the headboard behind him, your feet hooked over then under his thighs, keeping them spread slightly. Toji stared at the wall, his bottom lip slightly pouted out as he waited for you to make your move so this would all be over.

"Tojiiiii, what's the matter?" You ask teasingly, a big smile across your face as you grab his chin from behind and turn his head to look at you, tilting your head around his body to get a better look at him. Toji doesn't speak, just keeps the 'fate accepted' expression on his face. Your smile grows as you lean in and press your lips against his, making him release an annoyed grunt at the action. He knows you know how much he loves kissing, but he wants to keep his defiant facade up.

"Toji if you really hate the idea that much... we don't have to do it." You say, a bit dejectedly as your hand leaves his face to reach around his body and caress the skin of his abs, your fingers tracing the indents of the strong muscles. Toji shut his eyes and sighed, relishing the feeling of your warm hands on him. "It's your birthday princess. Said I would do what you wanted." He says, his expression softening.

Despite the act he was putting on, he didn't hate the idea of you playing with his nipples all that much, he just hated looking weak in front of anyone, and he knew better than anyone how weak his nipples made him. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder as Toji turned his head back around to watch your hands caress his abdomen. His cock was already half hard, and it was slowly getting harder the more you touched him.

You were sitting on some pillows to make yourself a little taller, that way you could actually see what you were doing over his bulky shoulders, but even then your view was a little obstructed. You had tried to introduce the idea of a mirror, but Toji had shut it down faster than you could even fully finish your proposal. The possibility of you seeing his debauched expressions during this sent shivers down his spine.

"You're so good to me Toji." You giggled, continuing to press little kisses on the expanse of his shoulders. "Oh trust me, I know." He responded cockily, shaking his head. Toji sucked a breath in through his teeth when your lips made contact with the nape of his neck. He sighed loudly, trying to keep his breathing steady when you focused your attention there, the kisses becoming harder, traveling higher up his nape, the short hairs on the back of his neck tickling your lips.

"Do you like it when I kiss you here?" You asked him quietly. Toji grimaced, "Don't use my words agaisnt me." He said, his eyes darting around the room. You smiled to yourself, knowing this was getting him worked up. You trailed your fingers down to the hem of his boxers, where his cock was now fully hard and straining agaisnt the fabric. Toji pressed his lips together, swallowing hard as he waited for you to breach the waistline of his boxers and pull his cock out, even though he knew you wouldn't.

"Don't tease me like that if you aren't gonna touch my cock." Toji said, feeling himself throb at the neglect. "Sorry Toji, if you cum without it I'll let you fuck my throat as a reward, kay?" You said, instantly making him feel better.

Tonight's proposition went like this. Toji promised you could do anything with him for your birthday, and of course, you chose to play with the one thing that was usually off-limits- his nipples. You told him you wanted to make him cum from nipple play alone. You knew he could do it, he was just too defiant to let you go anywhere near them. Only one time had you barely grazed your fingers across his nipples and he released the cutest sound, a sound too cute to come from such a big and scary man like Toji Fushiguro.

You so desperately wanted to hear it again. The desperate sound replayed over and over in your head almost every night as you went to bed. Toji reluctantly agreed after tons and tons of negotiation. Toji tried to steer you away from the idea and instead offered Shibari or blindfolded him, but you knew what you wanted and weren't going to give in for anything.

"Fuck..." Toji groaned, his cock twitching at the thought of getting to shove it down your throat when this was all over. If you had mentioned that compromise when you had first brought this proposal to light, maybe he would've been a little more receptive to the idea. "Whatever just... just do your shit," Toji said, his back muscles flexing against your chest as he leaned against you, getting comfortable. You tightened your legs over his thighs, your ankles pressed just under where his boxers ended, too close to his cock. The pressure from your ankles on his thigh alone was driving him crazy.

"Don't worry, I don't think this will take very long." You reassured teasingly, poking a jab at just how sensitive his chest really was. Toji watched with bated breath as your hands slowly started traveling up his body, away from his cock. A small patch of wetness had started to form where Toji's tip sat behind his boxers, his pre wetting the fabric all wet.

You felt his breath rise and fall quicker when you reached his chest. Toji was internally battling with himself. He couldn't decide if he wanted to watch your hands play with him, or if he needed to look away. Your hands groped the sides of his heavy chest and squished it inward, making it look like he had cleavage. The sight made you smile as you rested your chin on his shoulder, your head tipping against his. "So big..." you said, repressing a giggle.

"You think you're so funny, huh?" Toji said, licking his teeth. Though he sounded ticked off, he was grateful for the playfulness. He would never admit it out loud, but he was nervous. His skin was practically buzzing with it, so your actions now were helping him calm down. "I do actually." You replied, rubbing your head affectionately against his as you continued to massage his massive chest together, making sure to stay away from his nipples for the time being.

You kept massaging him for long enough until all the humor had died down and you just rested on his chest with a focused face, watching the way his chest moved under your ministrations. Toji was getting fidgety at this point, he would rather you touch his nipples already and make him cum than teasing him like this. Your fingers would get so close, but never close enough. He hated to admit it but he had started to crave feeling you there.

Toji tipped his head back against your shoulder, pushing his hips upwards against your legs hooked over his as he got more comfortable. "You okay?" You asked, gazing at the side of his handsome face. His eyes were focused on the ceiling as you spoke. "Just wondering when 'ur gonna do something," Toji said in a bored tone. If it wasn't for his massive boner creating such a large wet patch in his boxers, you would've really believed he was bored.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his face. "Can I take that as you want me to touch your nipples?" You said, gauging his response. You watched Toji's Adam's apple bob hard as he swallowed whatever saliva was left in his mouth. You hit the nail right on the head, but it was going to take a little more coaxing to get it out of Toji. "No." He said flatly, his eyes fluttering slightly.

You pouted and looked down to his chest before you released the fat of them and started slowly tracing your nails around his areolas, still not touching them, but a hair's length away from doing so. "No?" You repeated, looking back up at him. Toji was adamant about staring at the ceiling, not wanting you to see his expression falter.

Toji pressed his lips together again, his eyes falling shut for half a second longer than normal. If you weren't paying attention, you would've missed it. You kept up that motion, slowly circling his nipples before changing the direction, circling them the other way. Now, his breathing had picked up significantly and was much more noticeable and less suppressed than before.

"Toji..." You said softly, making a choked moan cut off in his throat. "You're dripping." You said, exposing the obvious. Toji dropped his head down from staring at the ceiling and found his cock with his eyes. His mouth dropped open ever so slightly, his arousal almost getting to the point of being too much to bear.

Your eyes never once left his face. You felt yourself throb between the legs watching how effective this type of teasing was at getting him so worked up. You'd never seen his face so flushed before, it was almost the color of his blushing chest. "Fuck..." Toji groaned, licking his teeth in annoyance. On one hand, he, really, reallllllyyy wanted you to touch his chest, but on the other hand, if he begged, you would never let him live it down.

Your words interrupted his internal dilemma. "Toji, just tell me you want it. I'm not asking you to be specific how you ask me to. Just tell me you need it... please." You begged, tipping your head against his again, trying to comfort him. Toji shut his eyes, his breath coming out stuttered and shaky each time you switched the direction of your fingers around his nipples.

With one last heavy sigh, he spoke. "N...need it." He said quietly, his entire face flushing a deep red as a look of displeasure spread across his features. A smile of satisfaction spread across your face, and you squeezed your thighs around his solid body a little harder, forcing his lower back to press against your cunt a little, giving you some relief.

"Good boy Toji," you said. You would absolutely be paying for talking to him like that later, but right now it didn't matter. Giving him no time to rebut, you finally dragged your fingertips to his nipples, raking them up and down, keeping the pressure light at first. Toji jolted forward hard, a sharp breath could be heard getting inhaled from the man in front of you. "Relax." You said, pressing against his abdomen and pulling him back against you before you brought your attention to his nipples again.

Toji's thighs flexed agaisnt your ankles, his cock twitching hard behind his briefs. You started up the circle motion again this time touching his actual nipples each time you went around. Toji's abs clenched each time you made a full circle, followed by loud gasps and choked groans. He was fighting it. "Toji you can let your voice out. It's hot." You told him before flicking his nipples up and down a little faster, increasing the pressure.

Toji shook his head, his teeth baring the open air as his face was screwed in what would appear to be a pained expression, only he was feeling far from pain right now. "I won't tease you Toji, promise." You said, increasing the pressure once more, virtually giving him no room to fight against it. Toji's hair tickled your skin as his head jerked back and forth against you, his body trying to deal with experiencing such pleasure.

You wet so wet, you didn't know how much more of this you could take. His foreign expressions and reactions were turning you on more than you thought they would. When Toji's teeth separated and his jaw fell open, the first noise that fell out of his mouth was just like the same one you heard all those months ago. "F-fuck!!" Toji groaned, his moans and whines falling freely from his lips now.

Your eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure as you watched him, he looked so hot. "God, it feels good huh?" You asked, not being able to contain your own little noises, only spurring him on. Toji felt mortified, but the pleasure he was feeling helped negate some of that embarrassment. He nodded, before his face scrunched in pleasure, his teeth occasionally baring into the room when you touched his nipples particularly harshly.

"Goddd.... C-cum, g-gonna cum." Toji groaned, doing his best to keep the whines and whimpers down. You stopped when you heard him say that, a lightbulb going off in your head. Toji breathed heavily into the air, his body relaxing against you now that you'd stopped, save for his cock which was twitching with the need for release. "What the fuck... is your problem?" Toji complained, anger seeping into his brain now that you had taken his orgasm away from him.

"Just hold on, think you'll like this a lot better," you said ambiguously, patting your palms over his pecs before you slid out from behind him. Toji looked at you with furrowed brows as you slung your legs over his lap, just under his cock, and pulled down his boxers. His eyes fluttered as his cock was released from the confines of the annoying fabric.

It slapped loudly against his abdomen, his length completely wet with his pre-cum and still dribbling agaisnt his skin. "Though you weren't touchin' my cock?" Toji asked, his voice coming out more desperate and airy than he would've liked. Stradling his cock, you grabbed it with one hand, making him wince, before you reached down and pulled your panties to the side, looking back up at him. "I changed my mind."

Toji watched with wide eyes as you lined his cock up with your entrance. His hands shot out to grab your waist for stability, his hands shaky as they touched you. Toji released a long groan when you slid down on his cock, the stretch made easier thanks to how wet the both of you were. "Holy fuuuuuck, ohmygod you're so fucking warm." Toji groaned, his head tipping back against the headboard now that you weren't behind him.

You released some of your own noises as he split you open, his cock filling you so nicely, just how you wanted. Toji knew he wasn't going to last long like this, but little did he know that's why you did this. Before you were even halfway down on his cock, you reached out for his chest and pinched his nipples harshly, rubbing them between your fingers.

Toji's eyes shot open, his legs curling in on himself as his body jerked, forcing his cock fully inside of you. "F-fuck fuck, w-what are you doing?" Toji asked, panic in his tone as he looked down at you tweaking his nipples. You felt his cock kick against your walls, already ready to spill his seed again. "Though you would like it if I milked your orgasm out of you while I play with your chest." You said smiling, doing your best to keep your words coherent, and even despite how badly you wanted to whine and cry like you normally did on his cock.

Toji groaned at your words as you started bouncing up and down, his cock jamming against your g-spot with every thrust. "F-u-uu-uuck-" He groaned, his body falling limply agaisnt the sheets as you rode him. His jaw went slack and his eyes rolled back repeatedly in his head each time you jumped up and down on him. "G-onna cumm, gonna cum, g-gonna cum-" Toji repeated, his hips weakly fucking up into yours as your fingers raked up and down on his nipples, your nails catching them and making his abs clench each time.

"I know baby I know, can feel you twitchin'. Cum inside me Toji, let it out I got you." You sounded like him when you were cumming, it would've made you giggle if you weren't so enthralled with Toji's actions right now. Usually, when he came, his teeth were pressed firmly together and he let out loud, deep grunts. Now though, his mouth was open, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fluttered in his head as he was worked up to his orgasm.

Toji was gripping you so hard, you knew instantly you were going to have dark bruises there in the morning. Toji's legs started to spread, and his back arched ever so slightly as you went back to pinching his nipples, rocking back and forth on his cock as you bounced up and down, trying to give him as much stimulation as possible.

"A-ahhh a-ah fuuuuuck- f-ah-" Toji came with a high-pitched whine before his noises turned into groans and grunts as his cock twitched and sprayed his thick cum out inside you. "Keep fillin' me up Toji, feels so g-good fuck." You whined, feeling hot all over as you worked him through his orgasm, your tight walls milking his cock.

His balls throbbed with his release, his seed getting fucked so deep inside you thanks to the angle. His orgasm seemed to last longer than normal, probably thanks to your fingers on his chest. His abs spasmed and jerked inward with his high, his head shaking back and forth against the sheets. "St-hahhh." Toji tried to tell you to stop when he felt you fucking him into overstimulation, but his words failed to find him.

Immediately you stopped, keeping his cock snug inside your walls as you finally ceased your attack on his chest. Leaning forward you grabbed his face with your hands, cradling him as you started pressing kisses all over his cheeks, eyelids, forehead, anywhere your lips could reach.

"Toji, thank you Toji, thank you thank you thank youuuu." You repeated softly between kisses. Toji was still basking in the aftershocks of his orgasm, his arms leaving your hips to wrap tightly around your body, keeping you flush against him. "Are you okay? Wasn't too much right?" You asked, pulling back to look at his face. Toji's eyes were glossy and all out of focus, and his face was flushed red and dripping with sweat, and still, he had the audacity to look at you and say, "I'm fine. I'm not a baby like you."

You jerked your head back in surprise, your jaw falling open at his words. You just fucked him dumb and he still had the energy to be a bitch? Tsking at him you gripped his cheeks, making his lips pursed together like a fish as you shook his head back and forth. "You sure sounded like one a minute ago." You spat back, squinting your eyes at him.

You swear you saw Toji's eye twitch before your head was pressed harshly into the crook of his neck, his large hand firmly on the back of your head. "Bitch. Said you wouldn't bring that shit up." Toji pouted, feeling his face heat up at your words. You snorted before biting his neck teasingly, feeling his body harden underneath you at the action.

"You lie all the time, I can do it too." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji shook his head, feeling himself soften inside your walls. He knew you said you would let him throatfuck you after this, but honestly, Toji didn't know if he had anything left to give you. He was sure you had taken every last drop of his cum from his balls just moments ago.

"Brat. Happy birthday, hope you enjoyed yourself." Toji said, closing his eyes as he released his hand from your head, wrapping his arms around you once more. "I did, I did very much." You answered, feeling extremely satisfied and content when Toji sighed loudly at your words, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

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pucksandpower · 8 months

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hiii! with the chaos that was today’s career, could I request one with driver reader that she started telling her team that she wasn’t feeling good but still wanted to continue but the next moment she isn’t answering her radio because she fainted in the car and the car goes out, the marshals take her out of the car and she doesn’t wake up, maybe she has extreme dehydration and is hot to touch, etc.

How the other drivers react when they found out, her team, etc.

Thank you

Too Hot To Handle

Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader

Summary: the Qatar Grand Prix pushed every driver to the limit … and some past the limit

Warnings: heat stroke, dehydration, crash, medical conditions

The Lusail International Circuit hums with electric anticipation, its asphalt ribbon shimmering under the floodlights. The roar of the crowd fills the night but the oppressive heat weighs on everyone, creating a contrasting atmosphere of excitement and cautious apprehension.

Standing alongside your Red Bull Racing car, you wipe a bead of sweat from your brow. In only your first year with the reigning double champions, you already have a record that has quickly become the talk of the paddock. But for all the praise and whispers, there is one voice that stands out.

“Remember, liefje, it’s not just about speed tonight. Keep hydrated, alright?” Max’s voice is full of warmth and concern. His hand rests gently on your arm.

You flash him a confident smile even though you’re battling your nerves internally. “I’ve raced in heat before, Maxie. I won in Singapore. I’ll be fine.”

He pulls you into a quick embrace, the temperature doing little to dampen the spark between you. “It’s different here. This heat ... it’s like nothing I’ve ever raced in before.”

Pulling back, you raise an eyebrow teasingly. “You worried about me, Verstappen?”

He laughs but there’s a hint of steely seriousness in his blue eyes. “Always. Just ... promise me you’ll be careful out there. For both our sakes.”

You nod, touching your helmet to his. “Promise.”

The intercom in your ear crackles to life. “Drivers, to your cars!”

You both exchange a final glance. Racing is in your blood, it’s what brought you together, but it also keeps you apart, if only for the few hours you’re no longer partners in life but competitors on track.

Sliding into your car, you secure your helmet and gloves. The world outside becomes a bit muffled but your focus sharpens. The engine’s purr is a familiar comfort, but tonight, it’s edged with the unease Max’s words left behind.

Your race engineer, Hugh Bird, checks in over the radio, “Everything good, Y/N?”

You take a deep breath, “As good as it’ll ever be. Let’s light up this track.”

“Give them a show.”

Lights out and away we go.

***

The Qatar Grand Prix unfolds with its usual mix of intensity and skill, drivers navigating tight turns and overtaking with precision. But beneath the spectacle, a subtle tension mounts. The oppressive heat, the stark floodlights, and the weight of expectation — all of it seems to be building to something.

In the garage and on the pit wall, your team closely monitors the race and your performance. Hugh occasionally chimes in with updates, “You’re doing great, Y/N. Remember to hydrate whenever you need to.”

You nod even though he can’t see it, “Understood. The heat’s something else in here.”

A pause. Then, “Just keep stead. And Max told GP to tell me to tell you to remember what he said.”

A smile touches your lips, “I always do.”

***

The track is a blur as you push your car to its limits, feeling the adrenaline surge in tandem with the roar of the engines. It’s as if the heat has seeped into your very core, burning with intensity. Each lap feels slightly longer, every turn a tad sharper, as the humid air takes its toll.

“Y/N,” Hugh radioes through, sounding distant and slightly distorted by the pounding in your head, “you’re P2. Great pace. Remember to sip some water.”

A trickle of sweat runs down the side of your face, stinging your eye. Blinking rapidly, you reach for the button that activates your hydration system.

“Got it,” your voice sounds foreign even to your own ears. The water is lukewarm and tastes metallic, not as refreshing as you had hoped.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he urges.

With every lap, the world outside your visor seems to grow brighter, the floodlights shimmering like mirages in a desert. The race has become a battle, not just against other drivers but against the environment and, increasingly, against yourself.

“You’re dropping pace. Is everything alright?” Hugh’s concerned voice crackles through.

A knot tightens in your stomach. “I don’t know. I ...” You trail off, the words catching in your throat as a wave of overwhelming dizziness hits.

You can hear the alarm in your engineer’s voice becoming more pronounced. “Y/N, talk to me. Do we need to pit?”

The heat wraps around you, constricting, making it difficult to breathe. Your hands, slick with sweat, struggle to grip the wheel even through your gloves. “Guys ... I don’t ... feel ...” The world spins and your words falters.

“Y/N? Y/N, talk to me!”

But before you can respond, before you can even finish your sentence, the world tilts and blurs into an incomprehensible whirlwind. The sweltering heat, the relentless pursuit of victory, and the weight of expectation converge into a maelstrom that engulfs you entirely.

Your hands, once deftly steering the RB19, now hang limply by your sides. The car veers off the track, careening towards the barriers. Panic rises in you but it’s too late. Your body refuses to act.

The deafening sound of metal against metal fills your ears, followed by the nauseating sensation of impact. The world outside your cockpit twists and spins, a kaleidoscope of colors and chaos. Then, abruptly, it all goes dark.

In the garage, your team watches in horror as the monitors show the violent crash. The radio falls silent, the connection severed. In that heartbeat, the world goes eerily quiet, punctuated only by the distant echoes of screeching tires and the blaring alarms.

Moments pass like hours and finally the static on the radio clears, replaced by your frantic race engineer, “—please respond. Y/N? Are you okay?”

But there’s no response. Your world remains shrouded in darkness as the circuit comes to a standstill, gripped by an eerie silence that drowns out even the most deafening of cheers.

The track is plunged into chaos. Red flags wave fervently, signaling danger. Marshals rush towards your wrecked car, their fluorescent jackets contrasting brightly against the night.

“Get her out! Get her out!” One of the marshals shouts as they reach your car. Your limp form is carefully extracted and they begin immediate first aid. The severity of the situation is clear — the heat, the dehydration, it’s all taken its toll.

The crowd watches, a collective gasp filling the air soon replaced by a thick, heavy silence. As your unconscious form is stretchered away, the weight of all those warnings crashes down.

Back on the pit wall, four words whispered into the radio are the first of many about to turn your boyfriend’s world upside down.

“Safety car, safety car.”

***

“Max, we’re pitting this lap. Box, box,” the calm, steady voice of Gianpiero Lambiase, Max’s race engineer, instructs over the radio.

Max’s voice is curt, his mind still on the race. “Why? Tires feel fine.”

“Non-negotiable. Safety car is out. We need you to pit now.”

The urgency in GP’s voice is not lost on Max and he immediately senses that something is wrong. “What happened? Why is there a safety car?”

Silence follows for a heartbeat too long. “There was an incident. Just focus on your race.”

An icy dread seeps into Max’s bones. The circuit is massive yet his world feels terribly small at this moment. “Who was it? Who crashed?”

His engineer hesitates, and in that pause, the weight of a thousand possibilities presses on Max.

“Who. Was. It?”

GP wavers, “It’s … Y/N.”

Max’s breathing becomes ragged. Panic and fear flood his system. “Why the hell wasn’t I told immediately?”

“It was team orders. The decision was made to keep you focused on the race.”

Max laughs but it lacks any humor. “Team orders? You’re saying Christian decided not to tell me that Y/N ... my Y/N is hurt?”

“Yes,” the reply is uncharacteristically soft, “It was believed to be in everyone’s best interest for you to be fully focused on the race.”

Max has never felt such white-hot rage. He spits into the radio, seething with fury and pain. “You tell Christian that if he ever makes a decision like that again about someone I love, I’ll cut his balls off with a rusty spoon.”

“Max, I understand you’re upset. But right now, we need you to stay focused.”

Stay focused? When the love of his life is in potential danger? The weight of what that means presses down, threatening to crush him. “I need to see her,” he finally rasps out, voice breaking.

The plea hangs in the air, met by another long silence. Finally, the radio clicks on again, softer than ever. “Y/N would want you to finish. You know that. Win this for her.”

Tears blur Max’s vision, mixing with the sweat already pooling in his helmet, but he nods, a silent assent. The roaring engine now sounds distant, the glinting lights a backdrop to the storm that rages within him. Every second is an eternity, every turn a test of his resolve to keep racing. But Max drives on, pushing his limits for you.

Every fiber of his being silently screams your name, a prayer or a promise or both, Max doesn’t know. All he knows is that the faster he crosses the finish line, the sooner he can be with you.

For the world watching, the race continues, cars whizzing by. But for Max Verstappen, each lap, each second, is a race against his own heart, torn between duty and desperate love.

***

“Her pulse is erratic! Get the defibrillator ready!” A medic shouts as the emergency team frantically works around you, the ambulance parked haphazardly nearby.

Another voice, calmer but filled with urgency, counters, “Wait, give her a moment. She might come around.”

“Come on, Y/N,” A young medic mutters, pressing an oxygen mask to your face. “Don’t do this.”

The ambulance door opens again, the head medic speaking into a radio, “We need an airlift, now. The situation’s deteriorating rapidly.”

Another voice, muffled, replies, “The helicopter’s on its way! Clear the area.”

As the medics continue to administer aid, working desperately to stabilize you, the chief medic tries to maintain order, “Every second counts. This heat stroke is severe, coupled with dehydration ... it’s a nightmare scenario.”

“We should have had more cooling stations,” the younger medic mutters. “The humidity coupled with the heat ... it’s brutal tonight. And we’re not even the ones out there driving.”

The older medic takes a deep breath. “That is on the organizations. We can’t fix there mistakes but we can focus on what happening now and do everything we can to get her through this.”

The thrum of helicopter blades soon overwhelms the noise of the circuit, growing louder as it approaches. Soon, the bright light from its landing spotlight punctuates the night. “The helicopter’s here!” Someone shouts.

“Alright, team, on three,” the chief medic commands. They work in perfect sync, lifting you carefully but quickly, your body still unresponsive.

As they approach the helicopter, the pilot shouts over the roar, “We’ve got the best onboard. She’s in good hands.”

“She’s one of our best,” the younger medic shouts back. “She has to be okay.”

The chief medic, securing you inside, murmurs more to himself than anyone else, “Come on, Y/N. The race isn’t over. Keep fighting.”

***

“You expect me to smile and stand on that podium knowing she’s been airlifted to a hospital?” Max’s voice trembles with rage as he confronts the FIA officials blocking his way.

“Mr. Verstappen, there are rules, procedures,” an official replies stiffly.

“Rules? Y/N might be fighting for her life right now and you want to talk to me about rules?” Max’s hands clench and unclench as he physically holds himself back from throwing a punch.

Another official steps forward, trying to mediate, “Max, we understand your feelings but millions of viewers are watching. The podium is an essential part of the race.”

Max’s eyes flash with anger. “You think I care about a trophy when my girlfriend is in a hospital? Do you really think that piece of metal means anything to me right now?”

“We sympathize— ” the first official begins but is cut off by Max’s heated response.

“You sympathize? Do you even know what that word means?” He’s on the verge of breaking, voice barely above a whisper as he continues, “She is everything to me. Everything. And you want me to smile and wave for the cameras?”

The air grows thick with tension. The two drivers from McLaren waiting for their cue to go to the podium are silent, their eyes darting between Max and the officials.

A new voice interjects , “Let him go.”

It’s Lewis Hamilton, who despite DNFing early in the race, made his way across the paddock after seeing the distress on his rival’s face. “There are things more important than a ceremony.”

The officials exchange glances, clearly not expecting this intervention. But before they can reply, Max levels them with a final scathing look. “Fine me if you must! Penalize me! Suspend me for all I care! But I am going to her.”

And off he goes.

***

A nurse at the desk recognizes Max immediately when he runs into the hospital. “Mr. Verstappen,” she begins hesitantly, “Miss Y/L/N is in the ICU. Room 302.”

He doesn’t need any further prompting to sprint down the hall. Reaching the room, he stops dead in his tracks. You’re there, surrounded by machines that beep and whirr, tubes running to and from you, an oxygen mask on your face. The sight of you, once so full of life, now frail and vulnerable, breaks him.

His voice, when he finally managed to finds it, is a choked whisper, “Y/N ...”

Approaching the bedside, Max gently takes your hand, feeling its clamminess. “Hey, liefje ... it’s me,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. His tears fall freely, wetting the back of your hand.

“Come on, love,” his voice cracks as he continues, “You’ve got to pull through this. For us.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, tracing the familiar curves and lines he’s come to adore. “Remember that time in Monaco? When we snuck out for that secret dinner that our trainers would have killed us for? We promised each other forever that night. You can’t leave me now. Not when we’ve got so many more memories left to make.”

The room’s silence is punctuated only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor in a cruel reminder of the fragility of the moment.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs. “Please ... please come back to me.”

Leaning in, he rests his forehead against yours, allowing the weight of his anguish, love, and hope to flow between the two of you in the sterile room.

***

Nothing has changed. The steady beep of the heart monitor still punctuates the silence of the hospital room. Max sits vigilantly at your bedside, his hand gently clasping yours.

It’s been three days since the crash and you still have not woken up. The doctors say your condition is stable but uncertain.

Max leans in close and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning, liefje. I’m still here. Not going anywhere.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle as if you might break. In the stark hospital lighting, the dark circles under his eyes are visible. Sleep hasn’t come easy to him, not with you lying here.

A soft knock at the door draws Max’s attention. Hugh pokes his head in hesitantly. “Hey, Max. Any change?”

Max shakes his head, swallowing hard. “Nothing yet. But she’s fighting. I know she is.”

Your race engineer steps further into the room, his expression solemn. “I should have seen the signs earlier. Pushed her to hydrate more. Slowed her pace.” His voice catches, “It was my job to look out for her.”

“This wasn’t your fault,” Max says firmly. “Y/N is stubborn. We both know that. She wanted to prove herself.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “It’s what makes her brilliant.”

Hugh pulls up a chair on the opposite side of the bed. For a moment, the two men sit in pensive silence. Then your race engineer speaks again, softer this time. “Has she ... has she responded at all? Squeezed your hand or anything?”

Max clenches his jaw and stares past Hugh at the blank wall. “No. Nothing yet. But I know she can hear me. I tell her about training, the team ... I update her on everything. She’ll want to jump right back in when she wakes up.”

Footsteps approach and a nurse enters, checking the equipment and your vitals. After making some notes on a chart, she offers an encouraging smile. “No change but she seems stable. Just keep talking to her. Familiar voices help.”

After she departs, Hugh leans forward, clasping your still hand. “Hear that, Y/N? You’ve got to wake up. The team needs you. Your fans are all rooting for you. And ...” His voice cracks. “I need my driver back.”

Max looks at him gratefully. “We all need her back.” Reaching out, he gives your race engineer’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Another knock sounds. This time, it’s Christian. His face is etched with guilt and worry. “Max. Any improvement today?”

Max’s expression hardens. He hasn’t forgotten Christian’s decision to withhold news of your crash. But his voice remains even as he responds to the team principal. “Nothing new.”

Christian pulls up a chair next to Hugh. He chooses his next words carefully. “Max, I need to apologize. I made the wrong call that night. You deserved to know immediately about Y/N. My priorities were skewed.” His voice shakes slightly. “Seeing her like this ... I would give anything to go back and change what I did.”

Max studies him for a long moment and some of the hardness leaves his eyes. “I appreciate that. But right now, the past doesn’t matter. All that matters is her getting better.”

Christian nods. Reaching out, he gently smoothes your hair. “You hear that, Y/N? We’re all here for you. Your whole team. Now you need to come back to us.”

A heavy silence settles on the room once more. The three of them remain clustered around the bed … keeping vigil … willing you to show any small sign of recovery.

After some time passes, the ringing of Hugh’s phone snaps the three men out of their thoughts. “Sorry to interrupt,” your press officer’s voice filters through the speaker, “but the team’s on the line. They want to send their well wishes to Y/N.”

Hugh glances at Max questioningly who nods, “Patch them through. Let the whole team remind her why she needs to wake up.”

A smile tugs at your race engineer’s lips. “You got it. Go ahead, team. She can hear you.”

A chorus of voices floods the room. Your mechanics, pit crew, strategists, PR team … everyone chimes in with encouraging messages.

“Come on, Y/N! We need our star girl back on the grid.”

“You can do this, kid. You’re the toughest one out there!”

“We all believe in you. Keep fighting!”

Max grips your hand tighter, emotions threatening to spill over. Even Christian and Hugh have sheens of tears in their eyes.

“Alright,” your race engineer says after the team signs off. “You heard them. Time to wake up.”

And that’s when Max feels it. A short, weak squeeze of his hand.

Then your eyelids begin to flutter.

“Y/N?” Max leaps to his feet, leaning over you anxiously. “Can you hear me?”

Slowly, painfully, your eyes open, taking in the scene around you. Confusion clouds your expression. “M-Max?” You rasp.

A brilliant smile breaks across Max’s face. Relief floods through him so powerful that his knees nearly buckle as he chokes out, “Yes, yes it’s me! You’re back, liefje. You’re really back.”

Hugh lets out a shaky laugh, scrubbing a hand across his face. “Welcome back, superstar.”

You try to speak again but Max hushes you gently. “Save your strength. We’ve got all the time in the world to talk.”

Christian grins, looking years younger. “Oh thank god. I need to tell the team. They’ll be thrilled. Welcome back, Y/N.” He hurries from the room, phone already in hand.

Your race engineer squeezes your shoulder. “Get some rest. We’ll all be here when you wake up.”

As he and the nurse move discreetly out of the room, you gaze up at Max. “You ... you stayed.”

Max lifts your hand to his lips, blinking back tears. “Of course I stayed. I’ll always stay by your side.”

He leans down, pressing his lips against your chapped ones. All the fear, the uncertainty, the heartache of the past few days melts away.

You’re back. You’re really back. And Max knows, without a shred of doubt, that your lives from this day on will be greater and more meaningful than all your wildest dreams.

***

In the following days, drivers from across the grid make the pilgrimage to your hospital room. They come bearing gifts — flowers, balloons, even a nearly life-size plush race car. But more importantly, they come bearing a message.

“That race should never have happened,” Lewis says solemnly, handing you a get-well card covered in signatures. “The heat was dangerous. We should have acted sooner.”

Esteban grips your hand tightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We should have spoken up about the conditions sooner. We all suffered but you suffered most.”

“Your crash woke us all up,” Lance adds. “No trophy is worth risking drivers’ safety even more than we already do each race.”

You’re moved by their solidarity but sigh knowingly. “The FIA would never have listened to just one driver saying something. But maybe they’ll listen to all of us.”

Max’s jaw clenches, residual anger simmering beneath the surface. “They have to listen. We won’t race in unsafe conditions again.”

The other drivers nod, They know the power that you all wield together and for the first time in a long time, you are going to use it.

In a show of outspoken unity, the GPDA drafts a strongly worded letter condemning the lack of caution around extreme heat and demanding tangible changes to make sure drivers aren’t put in avoidable jeopardy.

All twenty of you threaten to strike.

To your surprise, the FIA not only apologizes for the oversight but pledges to implement the requested changes immediately.

“Your crash was a wake-up call,” the FIA president says solemnly during a visit to your hospital room. “We should have protected you better. That will never happen again.”

When he departs, you let out a long breath, leaning back against the pillows. The anger and hurt from that night haven’t disappeared entirely but you feel a sense of hope, that some good has come from the experience.

Max clasps your hand between both of his. “What you went through is unacceptable but you used that to make the sport safer for every driver out there. I’m so proud of you.”

You give him a tired smile. “We did this together. All of us.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest. When you’re better, we’ve got plenty more checkered flags to take. Side by side.”

The long road to full recovery still lies ahead. But with Max by your side, and all the drivers behind you, you know everything will be okay.

The race goes on but it will be a safer race thanks to you.

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...and then what happened? pt. 2

Synopsis: ellie helps you get ready for another date, but you unexpectedly come back to her apartment a bit earlier than planned...

AN: i have no words for this, just enjoy. i got a little too carried away. hope i did it justice. (i don't know how to write smut all that well lol), also can we agree that ellie definitely whines and whimpers in bed? thanks

WC: 6.6k (jesus)

Warnings: mdni!!! smut!!!, pining, kissing, oral (r!receiving), masturbation, finger sucking, lowk loser!ellie who still gets bitches even if she doesn't do anything, lowk perv!ellie, fem!reader, ellie being sooo desperate for u she cant help herself, seriously the girl is pathetic, no use of Y/N or readers appearance

Part 1: HERE

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Faded red and purple.

Those are the colors Ellie is looking at currently while examining her neck in the mirror. She's looking at the hickey closely, touching and feeling it with her fingers, the colors of it not as vibrant as they were that Saturday night.

The night that Ellie remembers, oh so well. The night that has been on replay in her mind for the past week and a half, haunting her every second of the day. It plays like a movie, over and over, until she runs out of new details to remark. She flips the images of you like a book, mesmerized by the way your body felt on hers. She remembers your skin like she remembers a painting, so soft, so warm, so inviting.

She wishes for nothing more than to touch you like that again, but she can't.

Because you're going on another date tonight.

Ellie drops her hand from her neck and shuts her eyes, head dropping low. She looks at her hands, gripping the white marble of her bathroom sink until her own knuckles turned the same color.

Why can't she get over it, like she does with other girls? Why does it have to be so hard with you?

She knew she was fucked from the moment her eyes landed on you a year and some months ago, while attending Dinas party. The way you strutted in, all smiles and pearly whites, extending your pretty hand to greet hers. Dina had warned Ellie not to mess with you, for Ellie had 'ruined' a handful of friendships between Dina and her friends who couldn't help but fall for the brunette girl, even if it wasn't her intention.

Ellie at the time, scoffed at this, treating it like a joke, but she soon saw how unbelievably difficult it was to not look at you that way.

She swears that she tried so hard not to hang around you, avoiding you like the plague. Every time Dina or Jesse would invite her to come out she would make up some type of excuse that would rid her of her friends.

"Ellieee, pleaseee! We haven't seen you in so long! Don't be a party pooper or I'll come there and take your stash and smoke it all." Dina pleaded with a whiny voice on the phone for the 10th what time.

"Oh my god, okay, who's coming?" Ellie rolled her eyes at this, anticipating Dina's answer.

"Yes, Jesus, finally you're getting your ass out of that bed! Uh, it's gonna be me, Jesse, Tyler..." she continued on until Ellie heard your name fall from Dinas lips. Her breath hitched in her throat as her heart danced in her chest.

"D, wait! I'm sorry! I just remembered, I have a physics assignment for tomorrow. I... I swear I'll make it up to you! Also, I do other shit than lay in b-" Ellie had to think quick and uni assignments always worked for these type of situations.

"I can't believe you. You owe me big time, Williams! I better have three blunts rolled by tomorrow! Be ready, bitch." and with that Dina hung up the call while Ellie sighed out a shaky breath of relief.

That's how it always went back then, they would call and Ellie would say no, she can't, she's busy.

But she couldn't keep at it for too long, you were becoming incredibly close with Dina and Jesse and Ellie knew she had to face you eventually. So, she started going out, and every time, her heart would flutter when she saw you. Her excuses were long gone and gradually, she tried to make time to see you as much as possible. You were, of course, just as eager to see her, finding her incredibly cool and funny, not to mention good looking.

Pretty soon you were inseparable, and nowadays Ellie finds herself waiting for your texts about your weekly sleepovers or a game of pool at your local bar.

Ellie steps away from her sink, wiping her hands on her grey sweatpants. Her gaze once again falls on her puzzled expression. She tries not to think about your date tonight, but so far she's been failing miserably.

Fuck my life, she thinks.

She gets out of the bathroom and heads towards her couch, wanting nothing more than to put on a dinosaur movie and smoke away her feelings. She plops down on the cushions and searches for the missing TV remote. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie sees her phone on the coffee table light up and your name and picture flash on the cracked screen. She nervously reaches over and clears her throat before answering the call.

"Uhm, yeah? What's up?" Ellie cringes at the sound of her raspy voice, these being the first words she had spoken today.

"Ellie! Where are you? I've called you, like, 5 times already. Are you home? I need help getting ready and my roommate brought her boyfriend over and, ugh, I just can't deal with that. Can I come over?" you ramble, obviously in a rush since it was already 5 PM and your date started at 8.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm home. Come over!" Ellie said rather enthusiastically, much to her dismay. She shuts her eyes in embarrassment.

"Great! You're a life saver, love you! Be there in 15." you say happily and end the call.

Love you!

The words you uttered so nonchalantly hung in the air while Ellie tried not to take them to heart. She puts the phone back on the table and looks around.

Fuck, she had to clean up the place at least.

Ellie frantically got up and started moving things around, putting them back in their designated places. Food delivery bags, sweets and cigarette butts were all over the place. When she was satisfied, she figured she should change into something... better smelling than she had on currently. Ellie hadn't left the house in, at least, 2 days, not having the energy to interact with people. She spent them catching up on homework and watching movies. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't because of your newfound crush, but that meant she would be lying to herself.

Ellie threw the shirt she had on into the hamper and put on a fresh band T. She changed her sweats into a pair of grey shorts and put on some citrusy deodorant, maybe even spraying some into the living room to freshen it up. She quickly brushed her teeth and messed with her hair.

By the time she was done, you were already knocking on her door. Ellie looked at herself in the mirror one last time before deciding that she looked decent enough and opening the door for you to come in.

As always, you give her a big, warm smile and throw your hands around her neck, giving her a hug. It took Ellie a second to respond but she returns your hug with a light squeeze.

"Hey, you." she rasped into your hair, inhaling your coconut shampoo.

"Hey, Els! Hope you don't mind me being here. You know how Alex gets when her boyfriend comes around, I just can't." you say while rolling your eyes. You kick off your shoes and scan the room, heading towards Ellies couch and putting down your big bag.

"Yeah, I get it. Like when Dina and Jesse can't keep their hands off each other. Yuck." Ellie laughs, moving to sit down next to you.

"Exactly!" you start shuffling through your blue duffle, pulling out some clothes and a big, glittery makeup bag. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom? I need to do my makeup perfectly and the lighting is so good there." you ask Ellie with pleading eyes and a smirk, which she simply couldn't say no to.

"Of course, you don't even have to ask." Ellie throws you a lazy smile.

"Thank you!" you tell her excitedly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. You get up with all of your stuff and stride towards the bathroom.

Ellie feels her cheeks getting warmer and redder. She gets up and follows you, "So, uh, are you excited to see, uh... her?" she utters with a nervous laugh, already forgetting your dates name even if you reminded her a million times. She leans on the doorframe of the bathroom and crosses her muscly arms.

"Yeah, I am excited to see 'her'." you look at Ellie through the mirror and put up quotations marks, like you're mocking her obvious bad memory with names. She rolls her eyes. "Sorry I forgot her name, jeez."

I don't care what her name is, she wants to say.

"It's Sophia, for the 100th time. We're going out to this sushi place, I heard its really good! I also heard that its really fancy, so I really have to up my game." you laugh, putting your hair up and examining your face.

Ellies face contorts at this and she can't help but let out a scoff, "I thought you hated sushi? Fish in general? What the hell are you gonna eat?" she asks you with furrowed brows.

"I mean, yeah, its not my favorite but I can try it. Maybe this time it'll be good!" you try to sound enthousiastic, but Ellie was right, you've always hated fish and everyone knew that.

"Why is she taking you there if you can't eat anything on the menu? Did she even ask you what you like? Remember when we went to Jesses place and you tried that fried fish he cooked and threw up?" Ellie starts questioning you, her tone dripping with jealousy. She looks at your face in the mirror and manages to catch your worried eyes, just for a flash.

"Ellie, its fine. She insisted we go there, so I didn't complain. I'll try some and if I don't like it, I'll just get a drink. That's all. Now, let me do my makeup in peace, dummy!" you usher her out, getting slightly annoyed because she was right, but you still wanted to make it work with this girl so you didn't say anything when she suggested you go to this restaurant.

Ellie simply can't believe you're going out with someone who doesn't even know you that well. You're pretty vocal about your likes and dislikes, so either this Sophia isn't listening to you or she doesn't care.

The fuck does she have that I don't? I would treat you better.

With an annoyance in her step Ellie, once again, lays down on her coffee colored sofa and opens up TikTok, mindlessly scrolling while waiting for you to finish getting ready. After a while of watching dog videos and replying to Joel's unreadable texts and his wrong use emojis, Ellie decides that rolling a blunt for when you leave is a great idea. She definitely need to get her mind off of things.

After what seemed like an hour, you come out of the bathroom. Your hips sway as the black bodycon dress you picked hugs you in all the right places, your hair frames your face like its a masterpiece and the makeup you did enhances your features perfectly. Your hands are behind your back as you make your way to the living room.

"Els, need your help with something." you say shyly, while turning your rear side to the girl.

She looks up from the table and her eyes land on your bare back. Your black, lacy bra sticking out from underneath the dress. Her gaze widens and her breath stops for a second. She wonders if you have matching panties on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Can't reach the zipper. Will you zip me up?" you giggle while trying to zip up the dress, but fail miserably instead.

Ellie swallows the lump that formed in her throat and gets up from the couch. "Y-yeah, of course." She says in a hushed voice.

You relax your shoulders as her own tense up. Her long fingers move towards the zipper that sits on the small of your back. One of her hands finds its way to the black zipper, while the other rests on your upper arm. Carefully, she picks up the small bead and starts moving it up you back.

You feel Ellies breath fan against you, her body heat radiating off of her. She's so close that she could see every damn freckle and baby hair on your neck, and that's precisely where she would plant a kiss right now if she could. The dip of your shoulders and collarbones were driving her crazy. She tried to drag the drop as slow as she could, just so she could stare at your curves longer.

One of the straps of your dress slip down, and Ellie picks it up and places it back. Her fingers graze your trap and it feels like fire. She sneakily caresses the spot before returning to her task.

"There, all, uh, all done." Ellie smooths down the dress slowly, picking off any lint that stuck to the soft fabric. She rests her hands on your hips, just for a second. Just to see what it feels like. You turn around with a smile and thank her. Ellie lets go of you and scratches her ear while her eyes linger on your body.

Don't be a creep, Ellie. Don't look at her chest. Don't.

You put your stuff back into the bag your brought over and take out the black open-toed heels you bought last week. Sitting down on Ellies sofa, you strap them on and get up to see how they feel. Ellies eyes never leave you.

"So, what do ya think? I look okay?" you question Ellie, swaying over to the body length mirror that hangs in the hallway. You do a turn and send Ellie a killer smile, like you're posing for a photo. Ellie thinks she's gonna explode.

"You look fucking- great, fuck. Of course you look good." Ellie shakes her head as if you asked her the most ridiculous question to exist. She leans back on the couch and observes you as you examine your face.

She imagines that you're getting ready for a date with her. Imagines giving you a kiss on the neck and planting her hands around your waist while you giggle at her and snap a photo of you two in the mirror.

"Okay, and what do you think 'bout this perfume?" now you were getting nervous, the time to leave for the date coming closer. You march over to her, heels clicking on the wooden floor. You lean down, pushing your neck into Ellies face so she could sniff you better.

You catch Ellie by surprise as she steadies herself. Her nose and lips nervously brush over your neck, just behind your ear. She takes a long inhale and closes her eyes, you signature scent filing up her senses. Your hair tickles her face.

"Smells good. As always." Ellie states quietly, not moving from the warmth of your neck. She wishes she could stay there.

"Thanks, Williams. I have to go, I'm gonna be late. So, uh, I'll let you know how the date went! You have my location if anything happens, yeah? Lock the door behind me." you put on your coat and bag and strut to the door.

"Wait, she's not picking you up?" Ellie hurriedly follows behind you. The fuck?

"Uh, no. Something's up with her car or... I don't know. I'm just gonna walk!" you say, not looking forward to the death of your feet.

"Jesus," she mutters "do you want me to drive you? It's cool." Ellies already picking up her car keys but you stop her.

You put your hand on her bicep, giving her a reassuring squeeze "Ellie, it's fine. I don't mind walking! I love walking, in fact! Don't stay up late, okay? Bye, Els!" you retort, you don't want to be a bother. Besides, walking is healthy. At least you'll get your steps in and the restaurant is 15 minutes away.

Ellie rolls her eyes, but she can't even say a comeback since you're already clacking away. She almost forgets to lock the door.

She drags her feet back to where she was sitting and finishes rolling her joint, the TV in the background playing a random movie. Ellie lights up the spliff and leans back, putting her feet up on the living room table. Finally she can relax and turn her mind off.

The clock showed 12 AM and Ellie was fast asleep right where she sat. The spliff she smoked turned into ash and the movie she was watching ended a long time ago. The sound of her phone ringing jolted her awake, the ring tone she put specifically for you blaring loudly.

She quickly picks up the phone "Hey? Is everything okay?" Ellie muttered, still half asleep with closed lids.

"Hey, um, Ellie? Can I come over?" you slur your words slightly. Are you drunk? You sounded rushed and winded.

"Of course, angel, where are you? Should I pick you up? Are you okay?" Ellie asks in a panic, now wide awake. She didn't even notice the way her nickname for you slipped out.

"Yeah, everything's fine, just need to, uh, see you." you sniffle "I'm gonna be up in a sec." you tell her and hang up the call.

Ellie rushes to the door to unlock it and sees your fallen face. She stands to the side and lets you in as you take off your heels and fall face first into the cream cushions.

"What happened?" Ellie asks as she sits down next to you, placing a careful hand on your back.

"Nothing, I just... It was so weird. Everything was okay at first, we were drinking and laughing, and then we went back to her place and she was acting strange and kinda like an asshole, so I left. The sushi was shit, by the way." you chuckle, wiping the one tear that slipped from your eye.

Ellie had a concerned look on her face as she opened up her arms, inviting you for a hug. "Come here." You place your head on her warm chest and close your eyes, humming contently. "I didn't know where to go and you were so close, so yeah. Sorry if I woke you up, though." you whisper into her.

"It's okay, just glad that you're okay. Wanna take a shower? You can sleep here if you want." Ellie smiles at you while wiping smudged mascara from your cheek. Your painted lips tug into a smile and Ellie wonders how that shade of pink would look on her.

"Yes, please." you mutter softly and let go of her body.

Ellie gets up and swiftly makes her way to her bedroom. She rummages through her messy closet until she finds a pair of grey boxers, some socks, a t-shirt and a towel. Jesus Christ, I need to clean more often.

"Here you go." she hands you the clean clothes.

"Thanks, Els. I don't know what I would do without you." you smile at her hazily, your eyes having this sort of gloss over them, like the one Ellie saw that night. You make your way to the bathroom and close the door. She hears the water turn on and the sound of the shower curtains rustling.

Don't imagine her naked, you idiot.

Ellie lets out a sigh she didn't know she was holding as she settles into the daybed comfortably.

You finish your shower and plop down next to Ellie. The smell of her pine-like shampoo fills her nose. The thought of you showering with her stuff and using her towel and sleeping in her clothes makes her head dizzy with the sheer domesticity she so badly yearns for.

Ellies sprawled out in a laying position, one hand under her head while the other plays around with the TV remote. You wrap your arms around Ellies tattooed one, leaning your head on her shoulder. One of your legs rests on top of hers, hiking up your her boxers in the process.

Fuck.

Ellie can't help but gaze down at your body, the way her bottoms hug your thighs and how her shirt looks so fucking good on you. To say that you look hot would be an understatement. She knew she looked stiff as fuck but she didn't dare move a muscle. Ellie feared that even a slight movement would cause you to detach from her, so she stayed still.

"You okay, El?" you ask as you notice the change in her demeaner, shifting your stare to the side of her face. Even though the only light was coming from the TV, you could still se the slight nervousness that was present on the girls face.

Ellie snaps her head towards you and clears her throat "What? Yeah, angel. I'm fine, sorry. Just watching the show." she sends a smile your way as her eyes focus on the TV, your own burning a hole in the side of Ellies neck.

She puts a daring tattooed hand atop your thigh in a reassuring matter. You hum against her and turn your attention back to the documentary that was playing.

Ellies feels her heart palpate and she wonders how far the nearest hospital is from her apartment.

You lay like that for a while, comfort and warmth surrounding your tangled bodies. You didn't move and Ellie took that as a sign that her clammy hand on your thigh didn't present itself as a problem.

Ellie thought she was dreaming.

Out of nowhere you let out a chuckle, obviously remembering something funny. "What is it?" Ellie asks you.

"Nothing I just- nothing, doesn't matter." a giggle escapes your lips as you nuzzle closer to Ellies body.

"Weirdo." Ellie jokes with a squeeze to your leg.

After a 2 minute silence, you whisper something that sends Ellie into orbit "I didn't even come..."

What the fuck?

Did she heart that right?

Ellies body hardens as she questions. "Come- come where?" the embarrassing ask leaves her mouth before she can even think about what you meant. You laugh at her confused tone.

"No, Els, I mean, like, I didn't even come when I was with her." you hide your face in your palm and whisper the 'come' part, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you even admitted something like this to your friend. Ellie understands.

Oh my god.

The brunette thinks she might just die right here. You almost never talk about sex. I mean, here and there of course, but never intimately like this. You both knew more about Dinas and Jesses sex like than yours, everything you found out against your will. Ellie didn't even know if she wanted to hear about your love endeavours, she didn't know if she could handle the sheer thought of someone else's naming dripping from your lips in that way.

But this, this intrigued her as she continued to ask.

"What do you mean?" Ellie tries not to prod to much, still acting dumb.

"I mean, we were going at it but after she was done, that was it. She left me high and dry. She didn't even give me aftercare, she just went on her phone." you laugh feeling more comfortable to tell the story "That's why I left. I felt embarrassed."

This fucking bitch. she thinks about the girl. She couldn't comprehend what you were telling her. Someone was having sex with you? And you didn't finish? That wasn't their priority?

Ellie can't help but let out a scoff as her mouth hangs open with disbelief.

I would never fucking do that.

"Do what?" you question her, giving her a puzzled look.

Shit, did she say that out loud?

"I- I mean, I would never just leave a girl hanging like that. Making a girl finish is sometimes better than sex itself, shit." Ellie lets out a mocking laugh, the weed that still buzzed in her giving her confidence. This made your stomach swirl in a way that was all to familiar, the thought of Ellie in compromising positions.

"Don't feel embarrassed, she's a fucking idiot. Doesn't deserve you." her grip on your thigh hardens and you would be lying if you said that it didn't have any effect on you. Ellie wasn't the only one still drunk on substances, the alcohol you had earlier still present in your body.

"Yeah, you're right." you mutter out, hiking your leg upwards, your knee nearing Ellies crotch. This doesn't go unnoticed by the brunette.

"Of course I fucking am." she says like its fact, her eyes darting between your knee and the TV.

The comforting silence returns and soon enough Ellie puts on a TV show you both love, but you couldn't focus on anything but her body underneath yours. Its not like you didn't think about Ellie. Of course you did. Every fucking gay girl with eyes saw how attractive Ellie was. Her eyes, her crooked smile and that fucking tattoo that adorned her forearm were enough to make a girls knees weak. Dina had subtly mentioned how Ellie was a bit of a player, so you didn't wanna indulge in her games. As you grew closer to her, you saw how sweet she actually was. Yeah, she could be an ass sometimes, but that was just Ellie. You saw right through her hard exterior and discovered her nerdy and warm side. Still, you didn't want to compromise your friendship with her or Dina, so you just moved on.

You move your head to rest in the crook of Ellies neck, feeling her pulse quicken at the action. Racy thoughts were swirling in your head and your tongue was faster than your tipsy brain.

"Now I'm all pent up." the whisper came out so hushed that even Ellie barely heard it.

The air shifts and Ellie nearly looses her mind. You could cut the tension with a knife. What the fuck were you doing? Surely this isn't something innocent. Suddenly she could feel every inch of your body on hers, a cold sweat running down her insides.

What the fuck does she do now?

Shit.

"Y-yeah?" she whispers even quieter then you, testing the waters. Fuck it, she thought. She could feel the warmth of your centre radiating on her thigh and that was enough for her. With her gaze still on the screen, Ellie moves her hand up your thigh slowly, landing near the bottom of your cotton boxers. She takes the hem between her fingers and plays with it. Maybe this seemed like a bold move, but her insides were doing fucking backflips. She patiently waited for your next move.

"Yeah, got all worked up..." you rasp out, craning your neck to the side and lightly brushing your lips on the red mark you left some days ago. You unhook your leg from Ellies waist and turn to lay on your back, still clinging to her right arm. Ellies hand slips from your ass and lands on the inner part of your leg. Nobody speaks a word.

Ellie thinks she might pass out.

Her fingers draw deliberate circles on your skin, still unsure of her movements. Slowly but surely, they dance up your leg and land again on the hem of your shorts. Ellies eyes are wide with blown out pupils, her breaths come out ragged and short. She can't keep her eyes off of you. Her digits linger for a moment or two, before her pinky grazes your sweet spot. The thing she yearns for. You let out a quick sigh of relief as you both come to an understanding of what's about to happen, but neither of you verbally confirm it. No words need to be said.

Your grip on her arm tightens, silently signaling for her to continue what she was doing. She moves her pinky up and down and if she moved just an inch, she would be right where you needed her.

Ellie decides that she would be taking her sweet ass time. She'd been waiting too long for this to be over in a matter of minutes. She finally feels like she's in control. Her bangs stick to her forehead, her brows are furrowed and they way she's biting her lip will definitely leave a mark. She couldn't see your face, but she imagines its mimicking hers.

You buck your hips up, just a tad, just to let her know its safe to go further. Ellie moves your leg with hers slowly as she opens up your thighs. She so badly wishes to see the view below, so sure that the cotton boxers were a darker shade of grey in the middle. Her throat is dry at the mere thought of your slick.

Ellie moves her hand to cup your cunt, the pads of her digits pressing against your hole lightly. She was right, you were wet.

You were wet for her.

The words keep repeating in her mind.

It takes everything in her not to flip you around and fill you up with her strap, but she can't. Not yet. Not now. Another time if her stars are lucky.

You let out a low moan that you were holding on to while digging your nails into Ellies bicep. Ellies tattooed hand moves up, her fingers tracing your bud with a light pressure, enough to elicit another groan out of you. Ellie groans quietly just at the sight of her hand on your pussy. Her pressure on your clit hardens and she moves her fingers faster. You instinctively open your legs more, giving her better access to play with you.

She halts her movements and you almost whine at the loss of her touch. She slowly lifts up the band of your boxers and slips her hand in. She doesn't know why but she's surprised at the loss of your panties underneath the shorts. Ellie remembers seeing the lace adorning your back just a couple of hours ago and wondering what you were wearing down below. Its a good surprise nonetheless.

You arch your back at the sudden contact of Ellies cold digits on your puffy clit. She circles it again before moving down to gather your slick on her fingers, returning them to your bud.

"E-Ellie..." her name falling from your lips in the most beautiful way Ellie has ever heard and she thinks she could come just from that. Your bury your face in her neck and she feels your every breath.

"Yeah, baby?" she rasps out, continuing to roll your clit around in hard but slow movements. You kiss her neck a bit harder this time, leaving wet trails all the way up to her jaw. Her smell is intoxicating to you. You need more.

"Need more, El." you mutter out shyly. It was embarrassing how quickly you soaked your panties for her. You didn't know that Ellies were even worse than yours.

She dips her head down and catches your lips with hers in a slow kiss. Ellie thinks she's on top of the world.

The touch was electric and Ellie felt as if you were the missing piece to her puzzle. You let go of her arms as you straddle her waist, tangling your hands behind her neck and in her hair. Ellie lets out a groan at the tug of her locks as her hands come up to rest on your ass. She kisses you with so much want and so much need, she doesn't even stop for a quick breath. You both slow down as her hand once again finds your wet centre and you can't help but let out a moan into Ellies mouth. She rubs you through your boxers, teasing you again.

"El, please..." you plead with her, you can't take it anymore. Your head falls into the crook of her neck as you leave another hickey next to the old one.

Ellie feels like a god when she hears her name fall from your mouth, so sickly sweet, so desperate, just for her.

"What do you want, baby? Hm? Tell me." she's not even that much of a dirty talker, but she needs to hear you say it. Needs to hear you say how badly you want her. The craving for you growing stronger.

"Anything. Do whatever you want." the words you say come out in a moan as you grind down on her rough palm.

In a swift motion she flips you over to lay on your back. Your legs wrap around her waist as she pulls up your chin for a deep kiss. Both of you are a moaning mess at this point. The pillows on her couch were thrown somewhere on the floor, the TV long forgotten. Ellie pulls her shirt above her head and you almost salivate at the sight of her abs, her Calvin Kleins peeking out from her shorts. Her messy auburn hair and bitten lips leave you wanting more. You pull her in by her sports bra to continue the kiss. Her fingers toy with the bottom of your shirt as she lifts it up above your tits, the cold air nipping at your exposed skin.

She kisses down your body, starting from your neck down to your clavicle. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this." Ellies words sound breathless as she kneads your tits in her hands, running her fingers over your hardened nipples. She kisses them slowly, making sure to leave a few of her marks.

Ellie can't wait any longer, the need to taste you overcomes her completely.

She gets on her knees in front of the couch and settles between your soft thighs, kissing and biting them delicately. Her long digits drag over your tits all the way to your knees. "Can I taste you? Please?" and Ellie didn't even have to ask by the looks of you.

Ellie wishes she could take a picture right now. Your cute face is all blushy, bitten lips waiting for a moan to slip out. Your hair spills around you like you're a work of art. God, don't even get her started on how your perfect body looks under hers.

And who are you to deny her? Her whiny tone and big eyes are enough to send you over the edge.

"Yes, Ellie. Hurry up. Please." you sound just as pathetic as her.

Ellie eyes your heat, pressing a teasing finger right on your wet clit. She bunches up the boxers and slips her hand underneath, touching you with her cold knuckles and dragging them down your slit slowly. The reaction that this elicits from you makes her roll her eyes to the back of her head. She carefully but quickly takes off the cotton material and throws it behind her.

"Jesus, you're so fucking wet." and it feels so pathetic, how wet you got just from a few touches. You don't even wanna know how fast you'll come if she keeps this up.

Ellie finally bows her head down and licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, making you buck your hips to her mouth from the action. She shuts her eyes and groans from your taste. Tastes so fucking sweet. She thinks she could live off of you alone. She continues gathering your slick on her tongue as she circles your clit, pulling you closer by your thighs. Her moans mix with your own and you don't think you could hold on any longer.

"E-Els, oh my god. Keep, fuck, keep going!" you croak out while arching your back, pushing into Ellies tongue.

"Hold on, baby. Don't come yet. Just a little longer. Shit, you taste so fucking good." Ellie grumbles between your folds, nose bumping into your bud as she nuzzles deeper. Her chin is covered in your wetness, dripping down the couch.

Her right hand unwraps from your thigh and reaches down into her own shorts. Ellie can't help it, her own slick pooling in her underwear. The thought of her face in your cunt making her go crazy. She speeds up her tongue while she simultaneously rubs her own clit. She doesn't even bother to take off her boxers.

"Tell me when you're close, angel. Okay?" the sound of her voice sending vibrations to your body. You nod frantically, too pent up to even use your words. All you can focus on is her heaven-sent tongue that's working on you.

However, you do notice her sneaky hand in her boxers, and the sight alone makes the tight coil in your stomach snap. Ellie's lapping at you like you're her last meal in the world while her wrist is working on her own clit. The sight is pitiful one, how she's about to come just from eating a girl out. Not just any girl. Her girl.

"Ellie, I'm close, fuck, 'm gonna- gonna come!" you whine with your hands tightly tangled in Ellie's hair. "Yeah, fu- you gonna come for m-me?" and as she utters those words and as her pace is just right, both of you finish at the same time, hot flashes running through your bodies. Ellie's hand and mouth are still not letting up as she works trough your orgasms.

She slows down and takes her hand out of her shorts and lazily wraps it around your thigh. "El- stop, stop, stop, can't take, fuck- can't take anymore." you hum out, your hand wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead. Ellie groans in reply, so pussy drunk on your taste that she just can't bring herself to let up. "Ellie! Please..." you push her head away, feeling overstimulated.

"Okay okay, sorry angel." her mouth detaches from your bud with a pop and she continues placing small licks on your hole, cleaning you up. She finishes with a few kisses placed on your clit and inner thighs.

Ellie quickly gets up with wobbly legs and goes to the bathroom to get a fresh towel to clean up the scene that just unfolded. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she sees your shinny slick dripping down her chin and she can't help but smirk at the sight.

She makes her way towards you and now she really wishes she had a fucking camera somewhere here, because even the greatest renaissance painters couldn't have painted a better portrait. You turn your head to look at Ellie with you shirt sitting under your chin, your bottom half completely naked and as the cherry on top, your perfect smile and hazy eyes looking right at her.

She blushes as she sits down next you, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Hey, brought you a clean rag." she says, suddenly feeling very shy under your piercing gaze. "Thanks, babe." you tell her before pulling her down by her bra for a sweet kiss. Ellie immediately melts into you as you taste yourself on her lips. Her heart flutters at the word babe.

"Was, uh, was that good?" her pleading eyes look into your own as she questions you quietly. "Ellie, you're joking, right?" you giggle as you run your fingers through her auburn locks. She turns away from your gaze while a deep blush creeps onto her cheeks.

"Hey," you turn her head towards yours "I don't think I ever came that fast in my life." your blown out pupils meet her own and Ellie's stomach dances at your words.

You pick up her right hand, still looking deep into her eyes. A playful and dangerous look enhancing your stare. You bring up her fingers to your lips, parting them just enough for her digits to slip in, licking them clean from the girls come. Ellie sees white for a second. She pushes them in deeper, and now she can't help but imagine some other things she would do to you.

"Round 2?"

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MAKE IT EASY : ̗̀➛ STEVE HARRINGTON

・❥・part 1・part 2 ❥・3.8k words

Summary: steve asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a family dinner. the problem is: after all is said and done, he gives you the cold shoulder. have you done something wrong?

requested by my beloved @stevebabey 🥺

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble, and now, oh well...I had to split it into two parts. here we go.

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It was the epitome of a terrible idea.

And it had started that day.

The very moment Steve walked into the diner your family owned, you knew something was wrong. Not that it was uncommon for Steve to visit you at work — not at all. In fact, it was almost a weekly occurrence, the highlight of it, in fact, for you; the odd part was that Steve never showed up alone, without at least a few of the kids. On that Wednesday night, he was not only alone but also strangely nervous.

You rarely saw Steve get nervous. His confidence was as much a part of him as his signature perfect hair. But tonight, his hands fidgeted with the edge of his jacket, eyes darting around the diner as if searching for an escape route. He looked like he was trying to convince himself to leave.

Weird.

"Steve," you greeted him with a warm smile, hoping to ease his obvious tension a little bit as he approached the counter. "You look like you've seen a Demogorgon."

It was supposed to be a joke. You only felt comfortable saying that now because — luckily — things had been quiet at Hawkins. It had been a long time since you and your friends had to deal with one. But something about Steve's demeanor really made you wonder if there was more to this visit than just a friendly catch-up.

He tried for a convincing chuckle, but it came out tinged with a hint of sadness instead. "I wish," he said, and then quickly shook his head, "Actually no, of course not. I kinda…There's something I wanted to-"

You furrowed your brows, concern knitting your features together. At this point, Steve's tension seemed to be rubbing off on you.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, just…can we talk?"

"Of course."

He glanced around the diner, gaze briefly flitting over the empty tables and the neon glow of the jukebox. "Not here," he murmured, voice barely audible above the din of conversation and clinking dishes. It was a busy night, despite being Wednesday. "Can you, like, take a break?"

For Steve, of course you could.

Curiosity mingled with concern, and you followed his lead, stepping out into the cool night air. The streets were bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting elongated shadows that danced upon the pavement. You leaned against the side of the building, your eyes fixed on Steve, awaiting an explanation for his beyond unusual behavior.

He raked his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit that seemed magnified in this moment. "Look," he began, his voice tinged with a vulnerability you hadn't heard before, "I need a favor- a big one."

Oh, Jesus. "Steve," you placed a hand over your chest, breathing a sigh of relief. "For a moment there I thought you were going to say something terrible. A favor? C'mon, sure. What do you want me to do?"

Steve's eyes met yours, his gaze earnest and…vulnerable?

"I... I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend... Just for one night!" he quickly added, like he was afraid you might misinterpret his request, say no even before he could finish… but no, of course you wouldn't. Far from it.

Who wouldn't want to date Steve Harrington?

"But why would you-"

"My parents," Steve interjected, tone deeply tinged with unease, "they're in town."

"Oh." Steve rarely ever spoke about his parents, and their mere presence seemed to have stirred a sense of apprehension within him. "Are they still... difficult?"

You knew you were touching scars, deep scars. You made sure to be gentle.

Steve sighed, gaze fixed on the ground.

"Yeah, you could say that," a hint of frustration colored his voice, as if he were carrying on his shoulders the weight of every little judgemental glare they had ever sent his way. "Nothing I do is ever enough for them. They've always been focused on money and success. To them, that's the measure of worth. And because I don't fit their mold of the perfect, ambitious son, they treat me like…well, you know how they treat me."

Indeed, you knew.

Steve looked like he didn't know you were unable to say no to him.

And that's how you put yourself into one hell of a mess.

It's Saturday night and you're standing in front of the mirror, desperately trying to zip up your stupid dress. Why anyone would put a zipper in the back of a dress, in the most difficult possible place for a person to reach on their own, is something you are unable to fathom.

But then again, maybe you're the stupid one in this story, you think bitterly, since it was you who chose the dress with the zipper in the back in the first place.

Why are you trying so hard, though?

"I'm not," you tell yourself out loud, stubbornly.

There is a big pile of discarded clothes on your bed that says otherwise.

With a feeling akin to fear bubbling in your stomach, you glance at the clock. It's almost seven. For fuck's sake.

You're late.

Steve will arrive soon, and you are apparently unable to close the damn zipper of your own dress, no matter in which awkward positions you try twisting yourself into…you just can't reach it.

The doorbell rings.

The world is truly a dark place, isn't it?

You freeze. It can only be Steve. Shit, shit, shit! For a moment, you consider the idea of simply not opening the door, turning off the lights and pretending you never agreed to take part in this madness that is dining with the Harringtons.

HA! As if you'd really be able to turn your back on Steve.

You take a deep breath, accepting the battle you just lost, and decide that your only and best option is to simply open the door and ask Steve for help — mortified or not. With no choice but to leave the dress with the zipper still open and your back somewhat exposed, you quickly walk to the door to open it.

"Sorry, I'm late," you say, a little out of breath. "I had a little problem with the dress and I... flowers?"

Flowers, for sure. Steve holds a beautiful bouquet of red roses. He looks at you for a moment, then his eyes run over the partly open dress and your exposed skin for a couple of seconds too long to be accidental. You swallow thickly.

"Yeah I..." he shakes his head, a little uncomfortable standing there, and then his eyes meet yours. "The flowers are for you. Do you want me to...?" he mimics the motion of closing a zipper.

You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there is no choice but to accept. You look at him, a mix of gratitude and nervousness in your eyes.

"Yeah, that would be great," you reply, stumbling over the words.

If he notices, he doesn't say anything.

Steve comes closer and hands you the bouquet, your fingers briefly touching his. You catch a whiff of his cologne — citrusy fruit and wood notes — as you turn around, brushing your hair away from your neck.

For a moment, Steve does nothing, and you wonder if he is just figuring out the best way to close the zipper…or something else entirely.

His touch ghosts down your bare back before his hand finally, finally finds the zipper. Slowly, he pulls it up, inch by inch, and you hold your breath for a moment, lost in a feeling your best friend is definitely not supposed to evoke in you. You feel the dress tighten, fabric adjusting to your body, his fingers inevitably brushing your skin and sending unexpected tingles up your spine. You try to ignore the trail of electricity left by the tip of his fingers as you turn to face him, eyes finding his.

"There you go", he murmurs, taking his hands off you and taking a small step back. "You look very... girlfriend."

You laugh.

"Thank you", you say softly, your heart beating faster. "You also look very boyfriend."

A small smile plays on Steve's lips, a flush creeping up his cheeks. Or maybe it's just the cold night breeze coming through the open door...

Steve's gaze drifts to your lips and lingers there for way too long to be accidental. He is so close that he starts crushing the bouquet between the two of you…

Something clicks inside of you. Common sense, perhaps.

"Thank you... for the flowers."

The spell breaks; he moves away so fast that you almost drop the flowers on the floor.

"Yeah, uh, no problem," he says quickly, regaining his composure. "Ready to go?"

Disappointment stabs at you, but you try to hide it. Maybe you imagined too much, read signs where there were none.

"Sure. I'll just put the flowers in a vase."

It's an excuse to catch your breath. You walk to the kitchen, put water in the first clean container you find and put the flowers in it. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

Your heart is racing and yet nothing has happened. It's just dinner, you tell yourself, I've had dinner with Steve and the others before. It's just dinner.

So why did you try so hard to look beautiful? insists the other voice in your mind. You decide it's best not to answer.

"You okay?"

Steve is at the kitchen door, all concern and soft brown eyes. You must have taken too long.

"Yes, I'm fine," you reply, forcing a smile to calm your own anxiety. "I was just taking care of the flowers. Ready to go?"

Steve nods. A gentleman, he opens the car door for you to get in. It's a short drive to the Harrington house, and you take the opportunity to try to calm your nerves. Looking out the window, you watch the city lights blinking as you approach your destination.

You look at him. You have the impression that Steve is driving slightly slower than necessary.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, unsure.

Steve briefly glances at you before returning his attention to the road, looking so stiff you're under the impression he might break his back at any moment.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Why did you ask me to pretend to be your girlfriend? I mean, I understand the part about your parents…but why didn't you bring someone you're actually dating or something?"

There's a brief moment of silence before Steve responds, his voice a bit softer.

"Actually, I'm not really dating anyone at the moment," he admits. "And when my parents mentioned the dinner, I kind of panicked. I didn't want to show up alone and face more questions about my life, you know?"

"I know," you respond, understandingly. "And why did you choose me specifically?"

He looks away for a moment before answering.

"Because you're perfect," he says, finally looking back at you. Then quickly, as if he only just realized the words slipped out on their own, he adds, nervously staring back at the road, "I mean, my parents, they... you're perfect for them. They're going to love you."

You feel a mix of surprise, satisfaction, and confusion with Steve's response. You try not to read any deeper meaning behind the words, telling yourself not to notice how he quickly tries to disguise them.

"I see," you reply, although you don't really understand anything. Steve seems to say one thing when he means another. "Well, I hope I can do well. I mean, I'm not very convincing when I lie."

Steve smiles briefly and nods.

"I'm sure you'll be great. Just... be yourself."

You appreciate Steve's vote of confidence and focus on staying calm as the car approaches the Harringtons' house. Although there's still a lingering questioning in your mind about Steve's earlier response, you decide to set it aside for now and focus on the immediate task.

Steve parks the car, and you both step out together. Nervousness returns as you approach the front door. You exchange a quick glance with Steve, seeking mutual encouragement.

As you walk toward the house's entrance, Steve's hand finds yours. He gently squeezes it, and you're not sure if he's trying to convey or seek comfort himself. You don't mind anyway.

The door opens, revealing Steve's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. As you prepare to enter their house, they cast evaluative glances your way, as you had expected. Mrs. Harrington's smile seems a bit forced, while Mr. Harrington maintains a serious expression you can't even begin to try to read.

It's not like you expected anything different.

"Mom," says Steve in lieu of a greeting. "Dad."

"Steve, you finally made it," says Mrs. Harrington, her tone somehow a mix of relief and disapproval. "And this must be your... girlfriend."

Steve maintains his composure as he introduces you, although you can sense a slight tension in his shoulders. It's only when he says your last name that Steve's parents' gazes turn into something completely different, almost a scientific interest.

Hawkins is a small place. Your parents' business is respected enough in town.

All eyes turn to you, and you try not to show the insecurity you feel inside. Mr. Harrington studies you for a moment, his penetrating gaze seeming to assess your suitability for his son.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Harrington," he finally says, extending an unusually large hand for a formal greeting.

You shake his hand firmly, trying to convey a confidence you're not quite sure you feel. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Harrington. Thank you for the invitation."

Mrs. Harrington still seems a bit unsettled but composes herself as she invites you inside. You're making your way toward the dining room when you feel Steve's hand intertwine with yours again, and when your gaze meets his, he's smiling.

Thank you, he mouths.

You smile back.

During dinner, you make an effort to be as pleasant and interesting as you can possibly be in the eyes of Steve's parents, responding politely and trying to find points of common interest. In turn, Steve makes an effort to showcase his worth, defending his accomplishments, however small and sharing his plans for the future, painting an image of maturity that, you can tell by the look in his parents' eyes, they were not expecting.

Throughout the evening, you realize that although Steve's parents are demanding and neglectful in many aspects, they also seem to have their own insecurities and concerns. They want the best for Steve, even if their way of expressing it is at least…unusual.

As the night progresses, you find yourself navigating this strange family dynamic better and better, to the point where Steve's parents' attention is fully on you, and it doesn't even feel that uncomfortable anymore. You even laugh at one point.

By the end of the dinner, as you two prepare to leave, you notice a very similar expression of relief on the faces of Steve's parents. They seem to have found some kind of approval in the way you both behaved together during the evening.

As you say goodbye, Mr. Harrington extends his hand again, but this time, his handshake is warmer, less formal, and Mrs. Harrington's smile almost seems genuine. Almost.

"It was a pleasure having you here," she says. "You should bring her more often, Steve."

You and Steve exchange a look of surprise. Had you somehow managed to create a connection with his parents?

As you walk away from the Harringtons' house, Steve's hand finds yours for the third time that night, and an optimistic part of you registers the fact that there's no one else here to see. He gently squeezes it, his brown eyes filled with gratitude when they meet yours.

"You were amazing," he says, genuinely smiling.

In the car, during the ride back, you both talk animatedly about the night and his parents' reactions. The tension from dinner seems to have diminished, leaving you both more relaxed and confident.

When you arrive in front of your house, Steve turns off the car and gets out to accompany you to the front door, even after you— out of politeness, mind you — said it's really not necessary.

"You know, I didn't expect everything to go so well tonight," says Steve, with a playful smile. "I can't believe I'm saying this about a dinner with my parents, but thanks to you, it was even fun."

You laugh. "I kinda had fun too. I think we did better than we thought possible."

"You're amazing," he says again, and this time his voice carries a softer, more intimate tone. His eyes meet yours, shining, and you see admiration there…maybe, you dare to think, something even deeper.

The silence grows tense. Your heart races. There's something special happening between you, you know there is; this goes beyond mere friendship or pretending to be a couple for one night…doesn't it?

Are you imagining this?

"Steve..."

You can't finish before he's leaning in slowly, and you're almost certain his eyes are fixed on your lips. For a feverish moment, you think Steve is going to kiss you.

He tilts his head last second. You feel the softness of his lips brushing against your cheek a moment later, a light and brief kiss, mouth almost uncertain against your warm skin….and then it's over.

Steve pulls back slowly.

"Goodnight," he says, eyes soft, smile softer. "Thank you…for today."

"You're welcome."

It's only when you enter the house that the dress dilemma comes to mind.

Well…shit.

The zipper at the back is still unreachable for you, and you can't undo it yourself unless you use scissors — which, considering the price you paid for it, you really don't want to do.

With few options and too much embarrassment, you decide to call Steve back while you still can.

"Steve?" you practically shout, your embarrassment immediately doubling. He's about to open the door of his trusted BMW when he turns to you, confused and unfairly handsome under the street light.

Suddenly using the scissors on the dress doesn't seem like such a bad idea anymore.

Well, too late.

"Could you, you know... " you ask, gesturing to the back of your dress, "help me with the zipper?"

His initial surprise quickly gives way to a nervous smile.

"Sure. What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn't help?"

"I'm sure that's one of the many job duties."

"Definitely. And I strive to be a top-notch fake boyfriend."

He steps in. With the door closed behind the two of you, the atmosphere takes on a sense of intimacy and anticipation.

"I really can't reach the zipper," you feel the need to explain, even more flustered by his silence.

"No problem," Steve says with that gentle tone that makes your heart do funny things inside your chest. "Turn around."

You turn so that he can reach the dress' zipper, and now you're facing the large oval mirror in the hallway, with Steve standing right behind you.

He reaches out gently, his fingers lightly brushing the back of your dress.

Breathe in.

The temperature around you seems to rise a few degrees.

Breath out.

You feel the gentle pressure of his fingers as he starts to slide the zipper down. He touches your skin and you tell yourself that this is inevitable, that he didn't mean to…but he lingers. Lingers just enough for you to tense up and let out a breathless sigh you certainly didn't intend to.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks, his voice soft, filled with concern. You know he's looking at you through the mirror and that's precisely why you keep your gaze on the floor. "Are my fingers cold?"

"No, your fingers..." your voice sounds hoarse. You clear your throat. "...it's fine, I'm okay."

I'm great. I'm more than okay. Nothing out of the ordinary happening here.

However, when the zipper seems to momentarily get stuck — because of course it had to — the two of you exchange equally panicked looks through the mirror, though perhaps for different reasons. An uncomfortable silence fills the air as Steve tries to fix the issue.

"I'm... it's just... sorry, it seems to be stuck."

There's a moment of awkward silence as he tries to figure out a way to open the zipper. You can feel the tension in the air as he struggles to handle the situation.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" you joke, desperately trying to ease the tension.

Steve lets out a low laugh, his warm breath gently caressing your neck.

"Absolutely," he replies, his voice slightly husky. Then, probably without so much as noticing, he adds, "I've taken off many dresses before."

Oh.

"Steve-"

Steve doesn't give up. With skilled fingers, he adjusts the position of the zipper and makes another attempt. It moves.

"We're almost there," he murmurs softly, his voice close to your ear.

Finally, with a smooth motion, the zipper gives way, sliding all the way down. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you turn around to face Steve, finding his eyes filled with excitement.

"I did it!"

His enthusiastic smile soon gives way to something else as he realizes how close — and technically partly undressed — you are.

And close you are, so very close. Close enough that you and Steve are somehow breathing the same air now.

Close enough, you realize, that a slight tilt of the head and...you'd be kissing.

Kissing.

Did he notice that too?

You hold your dress up over your chest to make sure it doesn't fall because, well…no matter how distracted you are, it's not enough that you'd risk a wardrobe malfunction that'll leave you standing there naked in front of Steve Harrington.

"...thanks," you manage a whisper, lips a hair's breadth away from his. You do know that Steve has no reason not to go now that dinner is over and everything went (surprisingly) well, but a part of you wonders if maybe…

Steve's hands hover around your waist as if unsure of what to do next.

So close...

You hold still.

In that breathless silence, you're under the impression that Steve leans closer, even if just the slightest bit, maybe without even noticing.

"Steve…" you slowly tilt your head to the side.

Steve's heart is pounding in his chest as he feels the warmth of your breath against his lips. Stop, he thinks. His eyes flutter closed, and Steve can't help but lean in just a little bit more.

He raises his arm as if to touch you, wanting to touch you, to hold your face, to bring you closer…but he stops with one of his hands hovering near your cheek.

He pulls away with a gasp, his hands flying up to his face in shock. "I should-" he stammers. "I need to go."

Bam.

Door closed.

And just like that, he's out of the house before you can even open your eyes properly.

He just…pulled away.

What the hell was that?

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𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝟕𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Daddy/sweetheart (toji’s and kento’s), heavy praise/taunting/teasing/encouragement/comfort, cock warming, double penetration, cream pie, making out, rubbing your clit, fondling your breasts, light pain kink for sukuna, true form!double dick!sukuna who won't admit he is jealous, biting, satosugu x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: cock warming w Nanami kento 🥵

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Gently massage your neck, softly rubbing your clit. “I am sorry your day was unpleasant.” His cock twitches inside of you, he’s so deep. His cockhead gently rubbing touching cervix when you shift yourhips. It’s a perfect fit.

Clenching him, savoring that thick vein you can feel occasionally pulsing. “Being here with you is making it all better. Missed you so much daddy.” Looking up, he glides his hand down your back. Leaning down passionately kissing.

Parting your lips, Kento slips his tongue into your mouth. You adore his deep groans and the soft intimacy of cockwarming. Fondling his balls, he rubs your clit faster. Gliding your other hand into Kento’s short soft blond hair.

The way he kisses you is always so passionate and sweet, getting hungrier with each second. Whining, rocking your hips, getting off on rubbing Kento’s cock inside you. Adding more pressure to your clit, your thighs tremble.

He breaks the kiss, gentle reassuring you, “I missed you more sweetie. I’m going to spoil you for doing so well today, then cool you some dinner. Run us a hot bath, I'll make sure you're happy and relaxed for some good sleep tonight.” Slowly sliding his hand up your side, admiring your gorgeous body.

His gentle hands warm and comforting. Carefully massaging your neck with a thoughtful firmness. Soothing the ache working out the tender knots. “Mmm sweetheart you are so close aren't you? I can feel it, you feel so soft, hot, wet, getting tighter around me.” Kissing your forehead.

“Let go, relax and let Daddy take care of you. You deserve it especially, a hard day being beautiful, smart and wonderful.” Clenching Kento, warm thick cum trickling down his balls. Kento steadily rubs your clit, helping you through your peak.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Clinging to Toji, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. His hard cock buried in your cunt. Lying your head on his broad shoulders breathing in Toji’s musky scent.

Gently he rubs your back, “Today was that rough huh? Proud of ya for stickin’ through, tomorrow gonna be better. It’s gonna be all about ya getting spoiled.” squeezing your hip. Carrying you into the kitchen.

Nudging the door open with his foot. The cool air of the fridge gently brushes up against your back. “I’m glad your home daddy, it really did seem like everything that could go wrong went wrong! And now all I really need is to be held.” Squeezing your cheek, effortlessly supporting you with one hand.

Toji grabs a beer out of the fridge. “I'm not letting ya go sweetheart. Can ya take the cap off.” Walking over to the trash, for you to drop the lid into, after twisting it off. He kisses your forehead, “That’s my good girl.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, clenching his throbbing cock. Closing your eyes, sliding your hand into his dark hair. Relaxing in his comforting, safe embrace.

“Where do ya wanna smoke, bedroom, living room? Daddy is gonna get you high ‘n feeling good before fucking every worry outta ya pretty lil’ head.” Kissing his neck, where your lips are tattooed, with your name beneath it.

“Bedroom.” Turning down the hallway, towards the bedroom a few steps away. Kissing Tojj’s cheek, smiling when he flushes a pale pink. “We have our toys in there in case you want to get a bit nastier.” Trailing kisses along his jaw, pausing when he takes a quick sip.

Toni croons, “You really missed me huh, kissing up on me like this. Ya haven't let me go since the second I stepped through the door. Flicking on the lamp by the bedroom door, taking your previous spot on the bed. Lifting your hips he glides you back down, effortlessly stifling your wiggles.

“You’re what I needed after a difficult job. Feeling your soft warm squishy body and hot tight. This cold beer, n’ a fat blunt you have waiting for me. ‘S making my night better.”

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 & 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

“I don't want y'all to pull out, your cum is warm inside me and if you move it will come out.” Tracing the dark lines of ink on Suguru’s thick pec. Satoru trails the tips of his fingers along your side, over the curve of your hip, tracing hearts on your thigh propped up on Suguru’s hip.

Their cocks softening, pressed together tightly by your sensitive, sore cunt. You can feel your heartbeat in your sore clit. “We can cuddle n’ cock warm as long as you’d like, sweetheart.” Suguru kisses your forehead, sliding his hand up thigh. Grabbing Satoru’s hand, slipping his thick fingers through his.

Holding onto each other, trapping you in between stuffed with their cum. Reaching back, squeezing Satoru’s ass. Red with Suguru’s handprints and your bites. Hearing Satoru whine, you glance up. Biting your lip watching them kiss, shifting your hips.

Rocking your aching, wet cunt on their half hard cocks. Kissing Suguru’s thick hard pecs, unable to reach Satoru behind you. You grab a handful of his soft hair, tugging gently. Grabbing Suguru thick muscular arm draping across your’s.

They break apart, Satoru croons, “Aw so needy, after whining you couldn't cum anymore!” Looking up at him, he leans down for a gentle kiss. Causing him to shift his hips, gliding his cock along Suguru’s in your hot, soaking wet cunt.

Moaning into the kiss, Suguru cups your breast, rubbing your nipple with a wet thumb. You can feel each swipe as a tingle in your clit. “Let’s cockwarm with our Princess till she becomes a little crybaby.” Suguru roughly kisses you the second Satoru pulls away.

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Pinning you to the bed, looming over your both holes sloppy wet and stuffed with Sukuna’s thick tattooed cocks. “Fuck me, move your cocks! I wanna cum!” His thick tongue from his stomach’s mouth flicks your sensitive, puffy clit.

“But you’re about to cum? I didn't even need to move, I can stay still feeling your beautiful hot wet cunt spasm around me like she’s pulsing.” Fondling your breasts, one of his hand’s mouth sinking in its teeth. Flicking its tongue faster than the other one.

Whimpering, whining from the sweet pain of getting toyed with by a massive muscular monster. You’re so helpless in the four arms of a two cocked monster bent on refusing to let you do more than cum on and warm his thick cocks.

He gently rolls his hips, slowly dragging his cocks just barely. Pleading, “Don’t stop! I won't go on another date! I didn't think you’d get jealous. Or that we were anything more.” He doesn't budge. You shift your hips trying to take more than half his cocks buried in your sensitive, hot cunt and tight, soaking wet ass. Sukuna presses on your stomach, pinning you to the bed.

Slowly gliding his cock in. “I’m not jealous, don't like others touching what’s mine, every part of you belong to me.” Pulling away his stomach’s tongue, the mouth stretching into a cocky smirk on his hard abs.

“Your stomach is bulging. I'm so deep in your pretty lil human cunt. It looks so beautiful taking my monster cocks.” Roughly massaging your breasts, your vision blurs. Biting your other breast, licking the bite marks on the other.

Sukuna croons, “Aw that's pathetic you’re gonna cry from not getting fucked? You need me to move that badly sweetheart. Does getting fucked by me feel that good you’re gonna cry n’ beg for it?”

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