໒ 🌸 Ꮺ Symbols And Kaomojis ꒷꒦ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ♡

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃!𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairings: f!reader x pussywhipped!tengen

cw: creampies, heavy balls, breeding kink, light spit, unprotected vaginal sex, cockwarming

note: this is gonna be a series! who should i write next?

pussywhipped!tengen, who can't resist plunging his cock inside of you until his heavy, seed filled balls nestle against your ass. he's willing to make you the mother of his child and knock you up, claiming you in a fashion no other man could. he'll make sure you're too fucked out to speak, rounds piling up as he extracts the cum from your pussy with each squelching push of those extra-heavy hips.

"fuck. my balls feel so full today, baby. you ready for my load? i'll make sure to pump it in nice and slow for ya."

pussywhipped!tengen, who would give up his title as the sound hashira just to get a glimpse of your tight cunt underneath your skirt. his perverted side wanted to slide your panties slightly to the side in order to expose your puffy cunt lips, just enough so he'll be able to fantasize about what it's like to massage them between his fingertips.

"gosh, wish her panties would just fall off already, before i slip 'em to the side and make her cum all over my fingers and tongue."

pussywhipped!tengen, who coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of your sweet pussy, chanting your name to himself as he's nearing his climax. he'll spread your pussy lips and stretch your hole around his member, watching it bully itself inside and out until you're a climatic mess.

"yeah, you like having your little hole stretched out all over me? i bet you do, you dirty little girl."

pussywhipped!tengen, who doesn't give up on making you cum. whether you're having a bad day or can't seem to work up an orgasm, tengen has the solution. he'll eat your pussy for hours on end, worshipping it with his slick tongue that wraps itself in between your folds. sopping up your essence in his mouth as you work yourself back on his tongue.

"you're making a mess of me, love. and a huge mess all over my tongue! i can taste you... so delicious."

pussywhipped!tengen, who bends you over any chance he can get alone with you. so desperate and needy for your cunt that he's willing to get himself caught. the two of you, having almost gotten caught before, has resulted in tengen clamping a giant hand over your mouth, stalling your cries as he rammed into you from behind, leg seated ontop of the table.

"sweet thing, you know i love hearing you moan my name. but it has to leave your lips at a certain time."

pussywhipped!tengen, who masturbates to the fantasy of your touch, hands feeling up his warm, toned torso. fingers drenched in saliva that toy with his balls and urge him into an orgasm. cunt lips and tight walls squeezing the life out of his cock until he has no choice but to release. ejaculating in spurts and heaving from the immense pleasure.

"ah, fuck! babygirl. you really did it this time. having me creampie you, again? i won't have any seed left! ah, maybe for your tits we can go another round."

pussywhipped!tengen, who gossips to his coworkers how proficient you are in bed. it's as if he wants to announce it to the whole world, given how loose his lips have become since he met you. while not going into the heaviest of detail, his counterparts become quite annoyed when their ears are subjected to his grunts of pleasure in the nearby bathroom.

"fuck... really wish this was y/n's hand right now, no one can please me better."

pussywhipped!tengen, who will thief your panties from your drawer, tucking them away in his pocket. the massive pervert he was, he'd fist his cock using your panties, which are not so subtly tangled around his member... until he's cumming in spurts all on the outskirts of your pretty lace garments.

"god, what if y/n finds out... she'd kill me! well, better make the pleasure last."

pussywhipped!tengen, who pulls out just before he's about to cum, staining your blouse in his semen. he'll pull back with a hearty laugh, much to your annoyance as he wipes up the remnants with his fingers. they beg for entry to your luscious lips, tengen forcing them down your throat as you've been ordered to suck until he's satisfied.

"that's it, that's right. you like the taste of my cum? though not as much as i love the taste of your cunt, babygirl."

pussywhipped!tengen, who will drop anything and everything for you. he understands that a relationship relies on more than sex, and while the physical intimacy was an important part of your relationship, he wouldn't let sessions of love go to waste. aftercare is extremely important part of sex for you, and tengen's willing to let you cockwarm him until you're plugged up fully with enough seed to impregnate you to his liking.

"gonna knock you up, make you nice and plump and pretty for me."

jake sully gripping your ass as support while he thrust

you don't need other boys when you have him, your dad's best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

truth serum

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation that’s quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k

🍭 aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)

“I’m just going to go talk to her.”

You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. It’s your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. “Don’t do it,” you warn him.

“Her husband’s the target, from what I’ve seen, she’s harmless,” the agent counters.

“How easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isn’t the first time you’ve let a person of interest’s wife become your focus.”

“Careful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.”

You’re watching Seungcheol through the casino’s live footage, a stream you’d easily hacked for the operation at hand. He’s leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that he’s left open just enough to show his prominent chest-

“That’s your third drink,” you note, changing the topic, “don’t let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.” 

“We both know I can hold my liquor,” Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. “I’m just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.”

You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheol’s handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.

“Trust me,” Seungcheol says, voice lowering. “I’m not going to do what you think I’m going to do.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. “Seduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?”

“Maybe only half of that.”

God, he’s such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be. 

“If this goes sideways, don’t expect me to bail you out of it.” you warn him.

“Honey, bailing me out is your job.”

You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a target’s wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, you’d sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.

But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, “Who is this?” from Seungcheol, you’re glad you’d stayed anxiously glued to your computer.

A faint, “Friend of my husband,” said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and you’re grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think. 

You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheol’s end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.

“What’s going on?” Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler. 

“Cheol made a move on his target’s wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan groans, “This is the third time this has happened to him.”

“I tried reminding him of that,” you say, your voice raising with anxiety.

Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, he’s not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job. 

Jeonghan’s leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. “I’m sending this location to another agent we have in the area,” he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up that’s just happened.

“It’s Wonwoo, isn’t it?” you sigh. “It’s always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheol’s messes.”

“Yes, it’s Wonwoo,” Jeonghan admits. “We made sure he’d be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.”

“God, this isn’t good-” you groan.

“No,” Jeonghan responds, “It’s not. After tonight I’ll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.”

Your heart lurches in your chest. 

When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheol’s room, and he stands straighter as you approach. “Hey, Honey,” he says, using your codename even though there’s really no reason for it right now.

“Wonwoo- how is he?” You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.

Although you’d been connected to the whole ‘rescue Seungcheol operation,’ you’re still buzzing with anxiety. It’s unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work you’re in, but damn it, you can’t help but care for the man you handle every day.

“Jeonghan’s with him right now,” Wonwoo responds smoothly.

Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?

Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know it’s not your place, besides, what would you even say? You’d told Seungcheol not to go after the target’s wife, and he’d done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.

Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this.  

“What do you think is going to happen?” you ask.

Wonwoo shrugs. “That’s above my paygrade.”

He’s awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.

You let out a sigh. “What if I asked you to guess what’s going to happen?”

Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. “I’d guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.”

“A break,” you repeat. “Like… a permanent one?”

The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion that’s way too disinterested for your liking.

Jeonghan’s been trying to talk you into working as Wonwoo’s handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you can’t bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes you’ve been helping clean up for over a year. 

Despite Seungcheol’s massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, there’s something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you won’t give up easily.

Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.

“This is a shit show,” Jeonghan says finally. 

Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what you’re both thinking.

Jeonghan addresses you next. “I’m guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.”

You can only nod.

“Look, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.” Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. “They gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I don’t know how long it will be in effect, but I do know he’s vulnerable right now. I probably shouldn’t let you in there- but… I’m just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didn’t see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didn’t either.”

You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. There’s nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.

You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.

Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and there’s a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.

“Honey?” He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.

“Cheol-” Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, and those are two words you’ve never heard from him before. “You were right… about the wife.”

“That’s not important right now,” you sigh. 

“It is. You’re my handler, and I didn’t listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

You study him. You know he’s vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.

“Why’d you do it?” you ask finally. “This time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what you’re good at, but- I don’t understand how you don’t see how dangerous it is.” 

“Honey-”

“They’re thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?”

“They can’t reassign you to Wonwoo!” Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.

“They can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You don’t even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.” 

“I respect you,” Seungcheol blurts out.

“It doesn’t feel like you do.”

“I do,” he insists. “I-” Seungcheol’s voice cracks. “I get with women to distract myself.”

“Distractions in this line of work can be fatal.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he snaps, making you go silent. “Maybe I have a death wish.”

“Cheol-”

“Stop calling me Cheol.”

“Stop calling me Honey.”

“No.”

You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isn’t a morally good idea. “Why do you need a distraction?”

“Because you’re a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.”

“Maybe reassignment is a good idea.”

“You’re not being reassigned.” Seungcheol’s voice is practically a growl, and you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Why not?”

His expression breaks. “Because I need you.”

“You clearly don’t.”

“I do,” he insists. “I know I’m not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.”

 “Cheol-”

“Honey.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because-” Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. “Look, I’m scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Scared of what?”

“Of falling for you.”

“Huh?” Now you’re confused. You’re staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man you’ve ever met, and you can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “But- all the women you go after-”

“Distractions from you, from the voice in my head.” Seungcheol swallows thickly. “That night in Paris…”

Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.

“That night- fuck, I’ve never met someone like you before. I’ve never felt-” he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. “I got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didn’t need you. I didn’t need your guidance, I didn’t need your care, I didn’t need you- but… I do need you.” Seungcheol meets your gaze. “I’ve needed you more than I’ve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.”

Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything he’s just said.

“I-”

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” Seungcheol says. “How do you feel about me?” 

“I think…” You swallow thickly. “I never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but… maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.”

“Maybe?” Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.

“I’m definitely going to have to be reassigned now,” you tell him.

“What? Why?”

“You know why. This,” you point between the two of you, “this has been the liability the whole time. We’re the liability, Cheol.”

He sits and thinks about it for a moment. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You let out a laugh. 

“Just… don’t work with Wonwoo, okay?”

“Why not?” You can’t help but laugh at the request.

“Because I think he’s into you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. “Besides,” you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, “Wonwoo might actually listen to me.”

“Honey,” Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, “don’t test me right now.” 

“Or what?”

He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. “Jeonghan’s putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isn’t even a question of ‘or what’ anymore. While I’m on leave, I’m going to fuck you stupid. I’m going to make it so you can’t even leave the fucking bed. I’m going to show you that I’m not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?”

God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you can’t muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.

“You should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.” Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips. 

“Do you think you’ll be released tonight?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Are you that eager to see what I’m made of, honey?” Seungcheol lets out a laugh.

“Maybe.”

“Yes, I think I’ll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while I’m vulnerable thing isn’t going to go unpunished.”

“I hope you do your worst,” you challenge him.

The agent scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

“Hypocrite,” you grin, standing and heading to the door. “Call me when you’re out, then you can take me home.”

You’re waiting by Seungcheol’s car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. He’s dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up he’d been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and he’s never looked sexier.

He doesn’t say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, he’s kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.

Seungcheol’s hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler he’s been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you admit, swallowing thickly. “So… your place?”

“My place,” he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.

Your heart is racing. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. 

A couple of hours ago, you’d feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety that’s still coursing through you.

“So,” you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, “did you talk to Jeonghan?”

Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. “Yes, I talked to Jeonghan.”

“Did you mention me?”

“I mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out you’re the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.”

“Well… I mean… you’re the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.” Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but you’d been so blind.

“He agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, it’s the liability, not either of us alone. He’s putting me on rest, like I said, and when you’re up for it, he’d like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.”

Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheol’s handler? God, you’re feeling downright territorial of this man already-

“Yeah, I’m not too happy about it either,” Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. “Some new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.”

“Did you fall in love with me?” you ask.

“Truth serum has worn off, honey,” Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. “But yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.”

You scoff loudly.

“What was it you said earlier? I ‘find seduction easy’? Don’t pretend we’re not in the same boat here, honey.” 

“God, I hate you.” You try to tear your hand away from him but he’s unrelenting.

“Liar. You love me. Love me so much you’re going to let me rearrange your guts.”

“Don’t be so vulgar,” you chastise him.

Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. “You’re not my handler anymore, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt… correct. You’d bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural. 

“As dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know you’d rather be the submissive,” Seungcheol points out. “I can’t wait to see how good you’ll be for me.”

“Cheol-”

“Look at you, honey, a little dirty talk and you’re already a blabbering mess. Can’t find the words, can you?”

“Fuck.”

“You’re adorable,” he grins, shaking his head a little. “You’ll be good for me, I know you will be.”

You’re kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or… is he kissing you? It’s hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly he’s hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.

You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. “Cheol- this is going a bit fast.”

“Is it?” He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. “Do you want me to slow down?”

His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.

You can’t even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.

“Tell me to slow down,” he says.

You take a breath, trying to process his words. They’d sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, “Slow down.”

“Too bad, I don’t listen to what you tell me to do, remember?” 

He’s such a shit-

A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, Cheol-” you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.

“Been thinking about what you’d taste like,” Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. “Knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”

God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.

All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.

When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.

“Relax,” Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, “It’s only me, honey. You’re comfortable with me…” he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, “right?”

“Yes, fuck-”

“Yes, what?” He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.

“Yes, I’m comfortable with you!” you belt out, falling back onto the table so you don’t have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything he’s giving you- want him to have your full focus.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, don’t you?” 

You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.

“Yeah, yes- I deserve a reward-”

Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.

“That sounded like a command, honey,” Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. “Thought we agreed I’d be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.”

“I-” you swallow thickly. “Please? Please let me cum?”

“Let you cum?” he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.

“Please… make me cum?” you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.

“Because you asked so nicely.” Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.

“Please make me cum,” you whimper desperately. “Fuck, I’m so close- please make me cum, I’ve tried to be a good girl for you- please-”

He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.

You’re throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesn’t let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.

Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet, not when you’re still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as it’s open. He’s soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. “Have you come back down to earth yet, honey?” he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.

“Yeah- that was just, really good,” you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.

“That was just the appetizer, you still haven’t had the main course.”

“God, you’re so-”

“So what?” he teases. “Handsome? Charming? Lovable?”

“Sure of yourself,” you breathe.

“Let me show you something,” he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. “When a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.”

You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. “Come on, let me take you to bed.”

He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass. 

“Remember when I told you I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to leave the bed?” Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. “You better get comfy, honey.”

“I think…” you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheol’s skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, “I think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldn’t go unpunished.”

The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. “You’re cute, honey.”

“Yeah?” You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. “How so?”

Seungcheol’s pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools. 

He doesn’t bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. It’s a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you don’t mind at all.

You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.

Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. He’s all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.

His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.

However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. “I think it’s time for that punishment now.”

“Yeah?” You can’t help the excitement that bubbles through you.

“I want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while you’re at it.”

You know what’s coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.

You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.

“If this hurts too much, let me know.”

“Do your worst,” you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.

You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. “I’m punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?”

“Uh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.”

“Between us, I’m glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.”

“I’m glad too,” you confess. “Now, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.”

“I love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.”

“After this, I deserve your cock.”

“Do you now?” Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing. 

“Maybe you deserve my pussy,” you muse thoughtfully.

“Now that’s something I can definitely get behind,” he agrees. “Count these out for me, honey, I’ll give you ten.”

The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.

“One,” you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.

“How did that feel?” he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.

“Good.”

The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper,  but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. “Two.”

Three and four come on your other cheek, and you’re thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side he’d battered, and it stings even more now. However, it’s a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing you’re halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.

“You look like you’re enjoying this too much,” Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.

“Maybe I am,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent. 

He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheol’s smile widens. “Getting sensitive already, huh?”

“Yes,” you admit.

The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadn’t been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Seungcheol asks.

“Uh huh,” you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.

“How's your clit feeling after one orgasm?” he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.

“Feels so good,” you whimper.

“You’re practically dripping, honey, didn’t take you for a pain slut.”

“Be nice,” you chastise him.

“Oh?” 

Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out “Six.” 

“You don’t like being called a little pain slut?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Please call me nice things.”

“Okay, honey, I can do that,” he concedes, and the next spank isn’t as hard as the last. “You’re being so good for me. We’re almost done.”

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me, I’ve been waiting so long-”

“We’ll get there,” Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number “Eight” comes quickly thereafter.

Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and you’re nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.

After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.

He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, “Ten?”

He laughs. “No, honey, this is ten.”

The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where he’d hit you.

“That was the pain, now here’s the pleasure.” He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.

You’re not sure how big he is, only that he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until he’s flush to your still stinging ass.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. “How’s that feel?”

“I feel so full,” you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.

“I’ll make you feel fuller,” he promises.

“Yeah?”

“You’re on birth control?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I’ll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?”

“More than okay with it,” you moan. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.

“Fuck-” you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls. 

Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. “It’s like you were made for me, honey.”

The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.

“And this ass-” One of Seungcheol’s hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. “Fucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.”

Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.

“That’s my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh. It’s as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.

“Don’t laugh,” Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. “I’m trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.”

“I just-” you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. “It was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.”

“I’m glad we agree on something,” Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. “Fuck this, I want to see you.”

He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheol’s perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.

His cock is big… cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-

He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When he’s fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.

You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.

You’ve never made sounds like this in bed before. You’re moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.

Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.

The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. “I can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?”

“Gonna cum on your big cock,” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.

You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.

You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. “I’m so close-” you tell him.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. “Cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.

His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling. 

You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he can’t fuck you anymore.

Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.

He’s panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.

“Your heart is going wild, honey,” he muses after a moment.

All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.

Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. “I do love you, you know.”

“I know.”

He chuckles. “You aren’t going to say it back?”

“Take me on a date first,” you tease.

“Tomorrow, if you can still walk, I’ll take you out.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He presses a kiss to your sternum. “If you can’t walk, I’ll bring the date to you.”

“How romantic,” you say sarcastically.

“Don’t start with me, honey,” he warns.

“I’m not starting anything,” you defend yourself with a giggle.

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. “Sure you’re not.”

You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again.”

You can’t help but shake your head. “You promise?”

“If you’re going to talk back like this, make it five.”

He’s such a fuck, but you kind of love him.

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“Hey, big guy,” you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. “How was your day?”

He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. “It was okay.”

“Yikes,” you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. “The new handler still being a bit of a dick?”

“Joshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, it’s not like I can do anything about it,” Seungcheol sighs. “How about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?”

“Dino’s a good one,” you insist. “He follows instruction very well.”

Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“You still jealous that I’m in his ear and not yours?” you tease, poking your boyfriend’s chest.

“Don’t go there, honey,” he warns.

“Come on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence… you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.”

“You want me to be submissive?” Seungcheol’s brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. “Not a chance in hell.”

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Nanami | Gojou | Itadori | Inumaki

Please, this guy would be clueless about modern life... everything would confuse him and it would lead to some great laughs for you but also a grumpy, pouty Sukuna

Microwave? You mean a box where I can cook people in? Washing machine? I can drown someone in there? Television? He would think it was sorcery first... glare at it menacingly until he saw the unsolved mysteries channel and was hooked.

Cooking is hilarious... I mean this guy is huge right? So he eats alot! And it goes nowhere, you can't even tell since he has like single digit body fat but you have to cook a whole ass meal just for him.

He gets jealous so easily... you're talking on the phone to a friend? He's sat next to you teasing you with kisses. You're wearing someone else t-shirt? Good luck because that's getting ripped off soon. Someone touches you when you're walking around? Pfft, if that person isn't losing a hand, you're getting pulled into the nearest alleyway and marked up as his.

Speaking of, this guy forgets his own strength... or says he does. There's always scratches on your thighs where he holds you down when his mouth is on you, mouth and teeth marks where he likes sucking and biting you. Your ass is always sore from the spanks.

It's also very easy to make him jealous. So, so easy. Just a small hint of someone liking you or talking to you and this guy sees red. RIP that 😸

He loves baths. Legitimately will sit and soak in the bathtub for hours, has a range of bath salts and bubble baths just for this.

When he's been especially rough with you, he'll sit you in the bathtub with him. Your back to his chest and he'll rub the soap into your skin and look after you.

Acts all growly and rough, but in fact loves cuddles at night. He won't ask for them, but he'll be like 'are you scared of me? No? So, why are you far away?'

The one time you saw a plushie that looked like him and started sleeping with it in the bed, he started hiding it so you would cuddle him instead. The one time you found it in the oven 🤦🏻‍♀️

Walks around in his robes all the time, but not worn properly no, he'll have it open low so you can see his abs or the front open so his thighs are out when he sits down. He knows it gets you hot and bothered, so he'll do it on purpose.

Enjoys watching you dress up, especially when you do your make up. Finds the whole process fascinating, especially when your lipstick leaves ring marks around his dick.

The one time for Halloween you dressed up as him with the face marking and red contacts for eyes. He took one look at you and instead of going trick or treating you were pinned to the door and railed until you passed out. Suffice to say, he liked that alot.

hii, i'm just so so happy about the fukuzawa nsfw content 🥵 could you make one where he's training a new fem employee in martial arts (like one of the matchs that kunikida mentioned once) but things end a wayyy hotter than expected?? maybe a bit (or a lot) of degradation plsss

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit degradation, dominant themes, unprotected sex, daddy!fukuzawa, slapping 🐱 ?, this is very filthy fyi. 

🎠   author’s note: oh, oh ! yes i def can. i’d be happy to, i know this man has the biggest dick ever. i hope you enjoy it ;) and to possible other readers, i’m not joking when i say it’s filthy and degrading. so if you’re not into that it’s best to skip this one !

it was your profound ability and courage that earned you admittance into the agency. the president, fukuzawa, had recruited you himself in hopes of strengthening the agency. while you excelled in your ability your combat skills lacked; because of the president’s displeasure with your lack of skill, he trained you personally. nearly every day after work for hours the two of you would train in the basement of the agency. you couldn’t say you looked forward to the education fukuzawa offered but you could admit you enjoyed the attention he gave you during training. fukuzawa failed to give you any of his attention during working hours. he was barely in his office and even when he was he didn’t pay much attention to you in comparison to your fellow agents. you only assumed because of the training he was offering, he couldn’t play favorites.

it was night fall again and you stood in the basement in your training gear. usually you wore a fitted tank with a pair of tights but because of the yokohama heat, you opted for a sports bra and a pair of shorts. while you waited for fukuzawa you prepared yourself with a few stretches after a few minutes fukuzawa had finally made his appearance with a simple hello. with a final stretch you rose to your feet and greeted him. he hadn’t made a comment on your attire but his eyes fixated on you for a fleeting moment before he turned his head elsewhere. you didn’t read into it and continued with your training.

only minutes into your training you were already working up a sweat. you didn’t know if it was because it was one of those days or if fukuzawa was just being extra hard on you. he took your arm and twisted it behind your back, “have you learned nothing, y/n?” he said into your ear. frustrated with his disappointment you free yourself from his grip and turn the tables. with a misstep the two of you crashed onto the padded floor beneath you. now you hovered above fukuzawa’s body and the two of you were panting heavily. “why are you being so harsh on me?” you finally asked.

the two of you locked eyes and fukuzawa responded, “because i know you can do better.” you climb off the top of him and kneel at his side. “what kind of bullshit is that, director?” you snapped back. “i’m still a beginner and you went full force.” fukuzawa sat up straight and glared at you. “it’s not my fault that it isn’t clicking in your head, y/n.” he snapped back at you with an equal amount of frustration. you were annoyed --- exhausted, and the anger pent up inside of you caused your hand to raise. ready to place a slap across his face, fukuzawa’s quick to grab your wrist. he flipped you over he was now hovering above you.

with his grip still tight on your wrist the two of you locked eyes for longer than a few seconds. both of your expressions were filled with a mix of frustration and lust. the tension between you two during training was always left unspoken but the closeness you shared during his lessons were hard to go unnoticed. you often fantasized about fukuzawa having his way with you after practice. you’d be lying if you didn’t let those fantasizes penetrate your mind during lonely nights when the only thing keeping you company was a random sex toy and your fingers.

you swallowed and your cheeks flushed to express your shyness. fukuzawa clicked his tongue. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, y/n?” with whatever courage you had left in your stomach you looked at him and asked, “doing what exactly?” the grip he had on your wrist loosened he removed himself from above you and stood. afterwards you rose up from the training mat using your elbows. you also stood and looked up at the much taller man. “your outfit.” fukuzawa said.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s hot. i dressed according to that.” that was half true. you told yourself that to suppress your lewd thoughts. you wore that outfit with the intention to seduce fukuzawa or at least give him something to think about during a cold shower. “do you not like it?” you placed your arms behind your back and extended your chest outward. it was a sports bra but the padding had caused your breasts to push upward revealing your cleavage. you took a step closer to him noticing that his cheeks developed into a soft shade of pink. “you’re a terrible student.” fukuzawa remarked, you were quick to respond “maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

with the space between you laced shut it only took seconds for your lips to crash into his. quickly you noticed he’d taken the initiative. it was his lips that molded into yours, it was his hands that groped your hips, and finally it was his tongue that pierced through your lips to wrestle yours. you wanted to feel him, all of him. so you pressed your body closer towards his. you felt his growing length against your thigh eliciting a moan to fall between breaths.

“you were waiting for this weren’t you?” fukuzawa asked parting from your mouth. he went in for another kiss afterwards he added. “you purposely dressed like a fucking slut for me to fuck you, huh?” the language he used caused adrenaline to surge through your veins. so engulfed in lust you could only respond with a nod of your head. fukuzawa’s length was hardening against your inner thigh. you opened your legs wider in order to feel more of it. he chuckled, “is that how desperate you are to be fucked, what are you a fucking whore?”

he began littering kisses on your jawline, down your neck, and at the top of your breasts. his hands fondled both breasts before he tore the fabric down revealing them. the cold air breezed past your exposed chest the stimulation from that was enough but fukuzawa quickly latched his mouth against one of your nipples. he sucked, licked, and bit on your buds one at at a time until they were both fully erect. you were a moaning mess during his actions and you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. your throbbing clit was aching to be touched. you looked at fukuzawa with pleading eyes. “please,” you started. “i need you so bad.”

“how badly?” he asked. “tell me how much of a whore you are, tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you.” his hand crept down your abdomen and fell down to your heat. with his index finger he placed pressure on your clothed clit. “better yet, tell me where you want daddy to fuck you.”

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard. your eagerness was obvious but his lewd talk made you shy. fukuzawa was quick to notice. “you were moaning like such a slut, y/n? you can’t answer my simple questions?” the index finger he had on your clit began to move in circles causing your knees to buckle. fukuzawa kept you steady with his arm hooked around your back.

you set aside your pride and with a deep breath you admitted your desires, “i want daddy to fuck me in my pussy. fuck me hard daddy, please. i’m begging.” with your hand you slapped his chest. you were eager to be transported in a state of ecstasy only fukuzawa could provide you.

“that’s a good girl. now lay on the floor and open your legs wide.” you do as he says almost immediately. fukuzawa chuckled at the site. “cute.” he remarked. the older man joined you on the floor and hovered above you much like he did before. your mind was racing, your deepest desires were finally coming true. you laid there in anticipation and because of how wet you felt, you knew you were capable of taking him all. he kissed you tenderly and sweetly he then removed your bra so you could lay comfortably. fukuzawa then removed your shorts and your panties alongside it. he adjusted your legs to open widely for him. he looked at your glistening wet pussy in awe.

“i barely touched you.” he snickered. his hand laid flat against your entrance. “it’s so wet, i don’t even need to put my fingers in it to know.” he was taunting you by stalling. “please fuck me fukuzawa.” you whined out. fukuzawa darted his eyes at you. the raised his hand and slapped your pussy. the action caused your knees to close and for you to cry out in pleasure. “i forgot how badly you wanted to fucked, whore. i guess you’re growing impatient.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” you pouted. fukuzawa simply clicked his tongue. you reopened your knees and he slapped your pussy once more, gently this time. “spread your pussy for me, princess.” your hands reached down and you did as instructed. he looked at your folds, “such a pretty pussy.” he remarked while placing his middle finger inside you. since you were so desperate for his touch the moan that left your lips was louder than the two of you had anticipated.

he hushed you while situating himself between your legs. “be quiet.” you watched him as he undid his yukata. underneath the fabric his muscular figure was revealed he then removed his briefs. after doing so his erect cock was revealed to you. it was larger than you thought it would be, it was throbbing and the tip was glistening with pre-cum; you moaned quietly at the sight. “you wouldn’t want people to hear you, now would you? unless ---” he grabbed both your legs and dragged you closer to him. you shrieked. fukuzawa took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. he aligned himself against your entrance and you felt the tip of his cock against your folds. “--- you want everyone to hear your moans.”

with the last of his sentence he entered fully inside you. you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. fukuzawa also let out a grunt. “god, i bet you want everyone to hear you get fucked so good like the little whore you are.” he began to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “tell me princess, who does this pussy belong to?” you gulped and caught a breath of air in your lungs. “you! it belongs to you daddy!” your leg fell from his shoulder when he leaned in towards you for a kiss. you kissed him back with such haste.

the feeling of his cock inside you was euphoric. he stretched you out wide increasing the wetness in your pussy. his rhythmic thrusting was contagious and you raised your hips upward to feel every inch of him inside you. “you’re fucking me so good.” you praised him. fukuzawa moaned out it pleasure from your praise. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked. you respond with a nod. fukuzawa grunted out a chuckle, “you play with your pussy when you think about me, huh?” fukuzawa took two of his fingers and pressed them against your clit. he began to rub against the sensitive bud with vigor. you choked out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“next time you touch yourself here, think of my fingers rubbing you. think of my cock thrust--thrusting into you.” much like his words his thrusting grew erratic. you began clenching around his cock which elicited a string of moans and expletives to leave fukuzawa’s mouth --- music to your ears. the knot growing in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter. your pussy was pulsating in pleasure. you were close and as was he. “f---fuck.” you whined. “i-- daddy. i’m close.” you admitted

“i know princess, i know. just --- fuck! ---” he moaned into your mouth before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. his thrusting grew faster and faster. the knot in your stomach finally tore. when you reached your climax your eyes rolled and your legs kicked out from underneath you. feeling as if you reached your peak, you moaned again when you felt his cum inside of you. fukuzawa lowered his frame on top of you. his chest heaved in and out as did yours. the two of you laid there before fukuzawa lifted himself up weakly. he wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead alongside the strands of hair from your face. he placed a softer kiss on your lips. you were fulfilled, exhausted. his cock softened inside of you but before he could remove himself your hands gripped his waist.

“no, i like the feeling.” you whined.

“because you’re a cumslut?” you teased with another kiss.

“your cumslut.” you corrected with a chuckle.

“so does that mean round two?” fukuzawa asked excitedly. to which you agreed.  

By The Time You’re Hearing This I’ll Already Be Gone

pairing: none (platonic!Sully family & Lo’ak’s twin sister!reader)

summary: all you wanted was to not be the family disappointment

wc: 4942

warnings: anon requested, mentions of missing/disappearance, dad jake sully

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The Babysitter's Fantasy

Satoru Gojo

Pairing: Babysitter!Satoru Gojo x MILF!Reader

Summary: The babysitter becomes bold but that confidence goes away at the realization the fantasy of fucking his boss is becoming true.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap (Gojo is early 20s while reader is late 20s/early 30s), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (m. and f. receiving), Tittyjob, Nipple Play, Cum Eating, Breeding Kink, Cream Pie

“Hey ‘Toru.” You smile at the babysitter that opens the door for you. You walk inside your home, and notice how quiet the house is, meaning that your daughter is asleep. “Everything alright? I’m assuming she fell asleep.”

“She did. Swimming tired her out.” Satoru tells you. You smile at him before walking to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. It’s so hot out. 

Satoru follows, awkwardly standing in the kitchen and watching as you pour yourself some water. His eyes go to your cleavage, his mouth nearly salivating at the sight. You’re wearing a tank top with a push up bra, it’s hard for him not to stare.

“It’s so hot out, I can’t wait for summer to be over.” You comment before beginning to chug the water, and Satoru’s jaw nearly drops as some of the water drips from your chin and down to your chest.

“Y-Yeah, it’s so hot.” He stutters. The dirtiest thoughts go through his mind as you finish drinking the water. You put the glass down on the counter and grab a piece of paper towel to clean up the water. “So how was your day? What did you do?”

“Well I did a little shopping with my girl friends, then we went out to dinner… Not much.” You answer, and he watches you gently soak up the water that's on your chest. You pass it much faster and stronger, making your cleavage bounce a bit. “As interesting as life gets.”

“Oh? I can make life a bit more interesting for you…” He says with a sudden boost of confidence, and he quickly bites his tongue as he realizes the words that escaped his mouth. He’s about to mutter an apology, but you speak before.

“Hmm…? How so?” You ask, walking over to the man. You hold back a smirk as you get closer and closer to him. Satoru thinks of what to say as you get closer and closer to him. But he notices that look in your eyes, and maybe he isn’t in trouble… Or the trouble he’s in is one that he wants.

“Have you ever had a fling with your babysitter?” He raises his brow, and you chuckle. You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a kiss, your tongue quickly invading his mouth. Your tongue slides over his’. His eyes are wide open… He didn’t expect this. But he closes his eyes eventually, enjoying it. His fantasies are slowly becoming true.

You pull away, a smile on your lips. Satoru’s cheeks are pink, and his eyes are in disbelief. Is this going to happen? And while he’s processing everything, he doesn’t move. You grab his hand, putting it over your breasts.

“Don’t you want to touch them?” You question. He grabs your tit, his eyes focused on your cleavage before they go up to your face. “You can do more…”

“What about your daughter?” He asks, and you wonder where that bit of confidence that he had, went. 

“She’s knocked out. Swimming always knocks her out, and it’ll take an apocalypse for her to wake up.” You tell him, your hands going to his belt. You begin to unbuckle it, getting on your knees. You unbutton his pants, and before pulling them down, you look up at him, “Or do you not want this right now?”

“I do want this… I just don’t want your daughter to-” He begins, and you pull his pants down along with his boxers. You study his dick, and it’s big, something you didn’t expect from him. You’ll certainly have fun with the babysitter.

“She’s knocked out, trust me, she won’t wake up.” You assure him, knowing that when she’s knocked out, nothing can wake her up. You look up at him, and he bites his bottom lip. He’s waiting for your pretty mouth to wrap around his cock.

You smile at him before your tongue drags along his shaft. Your tongue begins to circle around the tip. You’re not even doing anything, and a couple of whimpers leave his lips. You don’t want to see how loud he gets when your mouth wraps around his cock.

“Just make sure you aren’t too loud, ‘kay?” You say, looking up at him with the sweetest eyes. He nods rapidly in response. He just wants to feel your mouth wrapped around his dick. 

Your mouth wraps around his cock, taking in as much as you can because his cock is just too much for you to take in your mouth. You begin to bob your head, and your mouth feels better than he imagined. He’s always imagined you on your knees, sucking his cock.

He’s dreamt about this moment, and any other women he’s been with have just been a placeholder for you. He’s imagined them as you while they scream his name. You’re the woman of his dreams. Ever since he first met you, two years ago, he’s fantasized about you. And now you’re on your knees, stuffing your face with his cock.

Your hands wrap around the parts of his cock that aren’t in your mouth, and you twist your hands. You look up at him, seeing the great face of pleasure that’s all over him. He bites his bottom lip, muffling the moans that escape his throat. He looks back down at you, admiring how pretty you look with his cock stuffing your mouth.

You take his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick. Your hands jerk him off while your mouth goes to his balls to suck on them. Satoru shuts his eyes, trying his best to control himself. How pathetic would it be for him to come so soon?

But you’re doing this because you want him to come. It always works with the guys you suck off, within a couple of minutes they always bust. You finally hear a moan that escapes his lips, one that isn’t muffled.

Your mouth wraps around his cock again, this time taking everything into your mouth, even though you’re gagging. Your hands are now on his thighs. Satoru finally looks back down at you, watching the tears that form in your eyes. 

“Fuck-” He finally says. He just wants to grab the back of your head and fuck your mouth but he’s scared that you’ll get pissed off and stop. He wants to fuck you at least once before pulling off something risky.

You’re watching him. He throws his head back, a couple of moans leaving his lips before he begins to bite down his lip again. It takes everything in him to not let his moans roam into the air, it just feels so good. It gets harder and harder to hold back as his release approaches.

You continue to try and take his length fully into your mouth, tears streaming down your face is your constant gagging. You’re supposed to get used to this but the gagging won’t stop. But you want to give your babysitter the best treatment possible.

“Your mouth- It feels so good-” He groans before he comes in your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat, and fuck it’s so much. You take his cock out of your mouth, your mouth filled with his cum. You swallow it all and then stick your tongue out to show him. And he could come again just at your face. “You look so pretty.”

You stand up and watch him as he pulls his pants up. Your finger cleans up the edges of your mouth that have some of his cum. You lick your finger clean before speaking, “Do you want to continue this in the bedroom?”

“Uh- Yeah…” He nods. You chuckle, wondering where all the confidence that he had, went. You grab his hand and before you can lead him to the bedroom that he knows so well (although he isn’t supposed to) you ask,

“Can you be quiet, ‘Toru? You can’t be too loud since my daughter is on the same floor.” 

“I’ll be quiet, no need to worry.” He answers. He’s bluffing, he could barely handle himself while your mouth was wrapped around him. But if he says otherwise, you’ll most likely stop.

You begin to lead him to the bedroom, and he won’t lie and say he’s nervous as you two get closer and closer to your room. Once you’re inside, you lock the door. Satoru stands awkwardly and looks at the room, making it seem like it’s his first time there.

“You know, Satoru, I like it when men are harsh. A bit dominating. But I know you’re nervous” You share with him, your hand landing on his shoulder. Your lips then go to his ear. “Please do me a favor and take a seat on the bed, I have a little gift for you.”

Satoru takes note of all your words before walking to the bed and taking a seat. He’s so obedient, it’s cute. You take off your tank top and unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You walk over to him and get on your knees again.

“I’ve seen you staring at them quite a bit.” You say as you pull his pants down again. He’s hard again. You smirk at him while your hands grab your tits, holding them together while you bring your lips together and spit on his cock.

You put his cock between your tits and squeeze them together. You begin to move your cleavage up and down his cock, and you see how pink his face is, something that you hadn’t noticed earlier. Or perhaps it’s new. 

You hear the low moans that escape his lips. He throws his head back, trying his best to control himself. Your tits just feel so nice. “You like that, don’t ya?”

“Y-Yeah-” He can’t help but stutter. He now knows that you like harsh men, but he can’t help but be so weak while you fuck him with your tits. He’s dreamed about this– He doesn’t know if your boobs are real or fake, he just knows that he’s stared at them for so long and has dreamed of having them squeeze his cock like this. And it feels so good.

You lower your head and begin to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue. His eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your tongue and your tits on his cock. God, there is one. There is a God that listens to Satoru’s prayers because the man has spent countless nights dreaming and fantasizing a similar situation.

You know it won’t take much for him to come again. He lets a couple of moans into the air, your tits moving faster around him. You stop licking the tip of his cock, and just watch him. He looks back at you, still as pink as earlier. He looks so hot.

“You look so cute~” You comment, and he doesn’t say anything. He loves the feeling of your tits squeezing his cock. “You gonna come soon, pretty boy?”

He hums in response, and you love how that sounds. He sounds so hot, and you’re just thinking about how cute he sounds. Is this how all younger guys act? If so, then maybe you should do this more often.

“Come for me.” You tell him. Your voice just sounds so hot to him. He closes his eyes, a groan leaving his lips as he comes. He covers your chest with his cum, and you let go of his cock.

Your hand goes up to your tits and your finger spreads his cum. You massage it onto your nipple as you stand up from the floor. You lean in, practically putting your boobs on his face. He watches as you pinch your nipples, and he waits for you to say something. What is he supposed to do?

“Taste yourself.” You say. He licks your nipple, tasting his own cum.  He continues licking until it’s practically clean. Then he goes to the other nipple and does the same thing.

Once it’s clean, you stand up straight and smirk at him. You unbutton your shorts and begin to pull them down, leaving you in just your panties. You feel his hand on your chest, and he begins to pinch your nipple as he waits for you to order him around. 

Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and you begin to lift it up. He helps you out, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side. He doesn’t care where it lands. His hands go to your waist and he pulls you in, while your hand goes to his cheek. A smirk is on your lips as you look down at him.

“You think you can handle what’s about to come, pretty boy?” You ask him, your voice seducing. It drives him wild.

Your lips go down to meet his’, your tongue quickly swiping over his lips. His mouth parts and your tongue enters. Your tongue explores his mouth before it presses against his own. When you pull away, your hands go down to take off your panties. You let them fall onto the floor. Your hand goes to his chest and you push him back onto the bed.

You straddle him, your hand going to his cock and slowly stroking it, a sinister smile on your face as you look down at him. “You’ve fantasized about this, haven’t you?”

“So much.” He admits. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about because in the end, his fantasy is becoming true. His pretty little boss on top of him; that’s the dream. You align his cock with your entrance before slowly pushing yourself down on him.

A moan escapes his lips as your cunt wraps around him. You try not to make any noise as his cock stretches you out. You shut your eyes, taking in every bit of him. You didn’t think he’d be this big. Sure, Satoru is a pretty tall guy and in great shape, but you weren’t expecting this from him. From all the guys you’ve been with, you weren’t expecting the twenty-something-year-old that’s younger than you to have the biggest dick you’ve taken.

You take a couple of seconds to adjust to his length before you slowly move on top of him. He admires your face, mesmerized. You look so pretty while on top of him, it’s just like he imagined. He’s always admired your beauty, although his eyes have mostly been glued to other places. 

“Do you like this?” You ask him as your hands go to his chest, holding on to support. You wish you’d hear him whine and moan, but your daughter is on the same floor, and that’s risky. His cock inside you feels so good, so you’re definitely doing this again. By the way he drools over you, you know that he’ll come back begging for more. They always do, but the babysitter will do more than all of them.

“Y-Yeah.” The confident man that he once was is long gone. He’s been gone. The moment you grabbed his hand and put it over your chest he became a pathetic man. His hands go to your waist, and they go down until they reach your ass. 

Your mouth is parted, cute little noises leaving your lips as you ride him. He’ll be dreaming about this, that’s for sure. You feel so nice and warm around him. He loves the way you move your hips, the way your pretty face looks, the way your cunt wraps around his cock. Everything. Oh, he could get on one knee and propose right away.

“I’m liking this too-” You respond. You feel a sharp slap on your ass, and a smirk comes onto your face, knowing how he’s slowly becoming confident and comfortable. Next time he’ll be rougher with you, hopefully. 

Satoru begins to thrust in and out of you. One hand goes over your mouth, muffling the sounds that leave your lips. His dick is moving so much faster inside of you than the pace you had set. You had seen the handsome babysitter a couple of times, why had you never thought of this?

Your lips go down and you peck his lips before your tongue licks his lips. He opens his mouth, ready to let your tongue in, but you don’t kiss him.

“Have you ever fantasized about getting me pregnant?” You ask him, his eyes nearly going wide at your words. That’s something he wasn’t expecting to hear… But he doesn’t understand why that thought is so hot. “I’ve always wanted a son.”

“Hmm…” He watches as your tits bounce with every stroke. He can imagine them filled with milk, so much bigger than they are now. That’d be a nice sight for sore eyes. And you’d come back to him too if you were to carry his baby. You’re asking for it, so of course he’ll give it to you. “I can knock you up.”

“Please. Give me your babies.” You tell him as one hand goes down to play with your clit. You hear the groans that leave his lips, and how unregulated his thrusts are getting. “You gonna come soon, pretty boy? Fuck- Are you gonna give me your babies?”

“I’ll give you my babies. I’ll give you a son.” He responds. Your cunt is squeezing around him, and it feels so great. He can’t contain himself much longer, it’s actually amazing how he’s controlled himself. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” He moans, closing his eyes as he reaches his release. His seed fills you up. He gives a couple more thrusts before pulling his cock out, and your cunt feels weird at the sudden emptiness although it isn’t empty. You continue playing with your clit. 

Satoru would keep fucking you but his cock can’t take much more after coming three times. He knows that you haven’t come, and he’s disappointed in himself. 

Satoru’s hands go to your waist and he picks you up, getting you off him and putting you down on the bed. You sit up, and he spreads your legs. He doesn’t want this to be a disappointing experience for you.

His tongue begins to lick up and down your folds, some of his cum getting on his tongue. You look at him, or at least what you can see, which is his snow-white hair. 

His tongue goes down and inserts itself into your cunt. His tongue swirls around, while his hand goes up to play with your clit. He knows that even if you don’t sleep with him again, then at least this will be a memorable experience for you.

“That’s so good.” You moan, your orgasm quickly building up. You were so close to finishing before the man took his cock out. He’s definitely proving himself, and you’re going to have to come back to experience this again and again, until he becomes the man you’d dream of having sex with.

Satoru takes his tongue out and moves it to your clit. He flicks his tongue a bit before he begins to suck on your clit. You’ll make sure that next time your daughter is at her father’s house.

“Satoru-” That’s the first time his name rolls off your tongue. Your voice is so sweet, and his name just sounds so amazing coming from your pretty lips.

Your hands go to his hair, your fingers running through the strands. You shut your eyes, your nose slightly scrunching up as you see white, your legs shaking. Satoru doesn’t know when to stop, but you pull up his head, detaching his mouth from your clit.

You wait a couple seconds to catch your breath before speaking.

“Aren’t you cute~” You comment, taking note of his pink cheeks that you had seen before but never in this setting. His breathing is heavy, and he has to take a couple of seconds before saying anything.

“D-Did you like that?” All of his confidence is gone again. You can’t help but chuckle, loving his shyness; it’s not a trait you’d look for in a guy, but it certainly suits Satoru.

“I did… You should come back next week.”

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sukuna brainrot ramble #2

content warning: monster fucking. im not sorry nor should i be.

no thoughts, head empty. head empty bc only thinking about true form sukuna and two of his hands above you and pinning your arms down and the other two hands are gripping the backs of your thighs so you're still for him and your pelvis is tilted upward.

and you're just trapped beneath him and he's licking his lips and his eyes are glowing and he's getting off on how helpless you are because you can't even move.

and his cock (in this brainrot he has one cock, i know he has two cocks but thats a brainrot for another day) is like.... im literally salivating thinking about how big it is, i swear to god. like it makes a hefty sound as it thumps against your abdomen and he's going to break you - if he tries to put it inside you,you're gonna fuckin die and you know it

and his precum is just like slippery and sooo much and oozing out onto your tummy that its like coating you and his cock rests there and he moans because the little cries you let out knowing he is going to straight up break your body makes him almost come immediately

but he hasn't even begun and that's not fair to you. no, he wants to see more fear in your eyes as you try to take him, wants to see your eyes roll up into your skull and your beautiful small little human body be pushed past its limits as it tries to accommodate his girth

and he's like "where's all that bravery now, hmm? thought you were so clever coming alone to fight me. what would they all think of you now?? but you want this, don't you? mm?"

and you just involuntarily your hips move up and your tiny little cunt is pressed against his massive balls and he starts laughing because youre so fucking wet that he feels a small patch of wetness against his big fucking fat balls and you start moving your hips because his balls feel good against you and you're just so fucking desperate. its almost adorable how needy you are right now

and since your hips are up, and your body is slanted a little, his precum starts making its way down your body and between your breasts. and he swipes some up with his fingers and presses two of them to your lips. you open your mouth to take them in, but he pulls them away and your whine makes his whole cock ache and he's like

"where are your manners, little pet? say please"

did the meme :D