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You Can Be The Boss

Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

summary: reading out Bruce’s agenda while he’s fucking you!

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, breeding, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, assistant!reader

A/N: I’m ovulating, sorry!

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Bruce Wayne is a lot of things. A billionaire, a philanthropist, one of the world’s smartest men, and a notorious playboy.

But he is also your boss… who you happen to sleep with from time to time. 

You started working for Wayne Enterprises a few years ago, and took the position to be his executive assistant. As his assistant, you were there to schedule meetings, correspondence, and perform other administrative tasks. Bruce could count himself lucky to have you as his assistant because not only are you very professional and smart, but your main focus is also to help the company grow. But he could also count himself lucky because a beautiful, and smart woman like you was also sleeping with him behind closed doors. 

And nobody fucks better than Bruce Wayne. He sure knows how to please a woman. 

It was late at night, and everyone already went home after a long day at work.

Well, everyone except Bruce and you. 

You were in his office, body half laying on his desk, your iPad still in your hands, and your skirt laying somewhere in this room. 

“Go on sweetheart. Don’t let me stop you from doing your job.” Bruce said teasingly as his fingers slid beneath the damp fabric of your panties, and traced circles against your pulsing clit.

You held your head up and take a sharp breath before you start telling him about the meetings he has for next week. 

“You have a meeting with Kord Industries on Tuesday-” you let out a sharp breath as you felt one finger slide inside your pussy. “Mhhhm, at two pm.”

The feeling of his fingers curling inward made you clench your thighs together slightly. 

“Good. And why are they coming?” Bruce asked you mockingly.

“Just to get an update- fuck- on how the advanced research is going.” 

You were trying your absolute best at staying concentrated but it was so hard. All you can think about is how good his fingers moved in a steady rhythm inside you. You shuddered under the touch as he swiped back and forth inside your pussy. 

“Any other meetings I should know about?”

“Yes. A meeting with Ferris Aircraft is scheduled on-” you stopped talking as you felt Bruce slide in another finger, increasing the pressure as he flicked against the center of your pussy. “Fuck! Mr.Wayne." 

Bruce lets out a small laugh, deeply amused with how you’re on the verge of falling apart with just his fingers. He’s not even fucking you properly, and you already feel overstimulated. 

“Don’t stop talking sweetheart, tell me when the meeting is.” oh this cocky bastard…

“Mhmmm- it’s on friday. Five pm.” 

“Yeah? Isn’t the gala on Friday at six?”

“No, it’s on saturday.”

“Perfect.” 

Your walls were sucking in his thick fingers completely, and you felt how your legs were about to give up on you. You were helpless to the avalanche of your own needs, and you felt a coil of heat tightening deep in your belly. 

“Bru- Mr.Wayne, fuck, I’m about to cum.” you cry out as the need to cum grows stronger with each time his fingers curl inside you. 

“Stop calling me Mr.Wayne, and I’ll let you cum.” he replies calmly.

“Bruce, please.” you start begging at this point.

“Good girl, now make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?” 

You let go completely, tumbling over the edge as you create a mess all over his fingers. A breathless gasp tore from your lips as your hips bucked into his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” you hear him whisper, and felt his lips leave a small kiss against your shoulder. The next thing you hear is the sound of his belt unbuckling. His pants fell down to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. 

His bricked cock that was shifting uncomfortably in his pants was now free. A gasp leaves your mouth as you felt his cock rubbing against your clit. His free hand braced against your hip, ready to push himself inside your wet pussy.

“Hold still princess.” he uttered before pushed his veiny cock inside your wet pussy. 

You closed your eyes at the feeling of your walls trying to adjust to his size. Once he pushed his whole length inside your tight cunt, he started to move. The pace was careful, slow enough to draw out the tension before picking up the speed.

“You wanna hold the presentation for the–hmph- the Ferris Aircraft meeting?” 

“Yes! Fuck yes, Mr.Wayne!” a low sound rumbled as he fucked you more urgent and desperately. 

A moan left your lips as you felt a slap against your ass, the stinging pain immediately turning into pleasure. “What’s my name, mh?”

“Bruce, your name is Bruce Wayne.” you cried out.

A ragged breathing escaped Bruce’s mouth and the overwhelming physical heat consumed the both of you. Your back arched inward, and sharp gasps were punctuated the intensity of how his cock felt thursting deep inside you. 

The iPad fell from your hands, and laid abandoned on his desk as you held onto the edge of his massive desk. His fingers trailed down your spine, raising a sudden rush of goosebumps. 

Your overheated body shaked as Bruce kept thrusting deep and rough inside you. The feeling was so intoxicating, and so hazy… you’re sure that nobody could fuck you better than your boss. 

“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.” you heard him say behind you, followed by a quiet moan. “Let me hear you, yeah? Struggle for me.”

“Bruceeee.” you whine out. 

A loud groan escaped from Bruce as he felt you clenching around him, making it a little harder to push inside you. 

“Such a mess for me.” 

His pace quickened, each thrust driving you closer to your second orgasm. “Please, I need to cum.” 

“Already?” Bruce shook his head. “I’ll let you cum -hmph- if you put another meeting for Thursday.” 

“I will!”

“That’s my good girl. Now cum all over me.”

The pressure peaked, snapping the last thread of your restraint. Your body convulsed around him, earning a ragged groan from his throat. Bruce drove into you with a final thrust, and spilled his release into your pussy. 

“Who do you have a meeting with on Thursday?” you ask him with curiosity in your voice. You can’t think of someone who is supposed to have a meeting with him.

Bruce sits down on his chair, pulling you by your waist, making you sit on his lap. The mixed fluid was leaking out of your pussy, and pooling on his thigh.

You immediately let your head rest against his chest, and you could hear how his heat was racing.

“With you. I’m taking you out on a date.”

riding toji’s abs ꒰♡

toji x fem!reader, praise, dirty talk, (brief) face sitting, orgasm, established relationship… based on this request

you’re sat innocently on toji’s lap, straddling him as you play-fight before calling it a night. he’s laid flat against the bed, upper body completely bare.

you’re giggling as toji lets you feel like you have power over him, reaching for a pillow beside you to smack him with.

just as you reach over, you shift upwards, clothed clit catching against one of the ridges of toji’s rock-solid abs. the gasp you let out caught your boyfriend’s attention almost immediately.

"that feel nice, princess?" he teases, smirking at how you try to play it off like it had no effect on you.

like your panties weren’t beginning to soak.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about," you lie, desperately trying to ignore the blush creeping up your face — attempting to slide off his body.

toji hums, voice low and gravelly, large hands darting out to pin you right back down where he wants you. "that right?"

he rolls your hips forward, clit gliding against his abs once more. you let out a breathy moan, refusing to look at your boyfriend out of pure embarrassment.

"yeah, that’s what i thought," he grins, continuing to grind you against his abs, your slick beginning to seep through your panties to the thin layer of your cotton shorts.

you begin to roll your hips back and forth without toji’s help, mouth gaped wide open at the overwhelming pleasure.

toji hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your panties — "let’s take these off, yeah?" you shift to the side so he can shimmy them off, retaking your place on his abs.

your boyfriend takes in the sight of your wet, glistening cunt, brushing his thumb over your aching clit. "cmere, doll. put this pretty lil’ cunt back on my abs."

you sink back down, rubbing your folds against him again, sticky strings of your slick connecting your skin against his. "mmnn, feels s’good — fuck, you moan.

each rock of your hips, every brush of your clit against his abs, had you growing needier — more desperate. the fact that toji was watching you so intensely only made you closer to orgasm.

"keep goin’, baby, making me so fuckin’ hard watching you get off on me," he purrs, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

you begin to move faster, practically humping him like a bitch in heat, moaning pathetically.

"can feel that pretty clit throbbin’ against me, fuckkk—" toji continues, his filthy words spurring you on. your hips twitch, body involuntarily chasing orgasm. "tojiiii," you whine, "m’so close."

"gooooddd girl, almost there," toji encourages, cock aching painfully in his pants the longer he watches you.

another minute passes, moans spilling from you like a broken faucet, thighs shaking as you reach your peak. "m’cumming, ohmygod—" you mewl.

toji talks you through it, whispering sweet praise with that low, seductive voice of his, groaning as you release all over him. you pant rapidly, chest heaving as you collapse against him. "made such a mess on me, huh?" toji teases.

you nod as he lifts you effortlessly into his face, slurping up the sticky mess coating your pussy, humming contently. you whimper from overstimulation as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop.

"mm, not done with you yet," he purrs, suddenly flipping you over and positioning you under him. "not even close."

more like this

He arches an eyebrow, that smirk you adore so much playing at his lips, "what're you plotting?"

"Nothing at all," you say sweetly, your finger tracing the defined muscles of his arm, "Juuuust taking in the view~."

He snorts, but there's amusement in those sharp Zenin eyes, "The view, huh? Sure it's not just an excuse to cop a feel?"

"M’nope! I was just admiring how the sunrise today makes you look extra dangerous~"

"Dangerous, huh?" The big bad Toji Zenin grins, amused by how you can make even that sound like a compliment, "Most people don't say that while grinning like they've found a puppy."

"Well, I'm not most people," you giggle while pressing your cheek against the warmth of his arm, "And your arms are way better than any puppy. Now up, please ~!" you can’t stop the dumb grin on your face when he flexes his bicep deliberately under your grip.

"Tch. You're worse than a kid." He grumbles as he effortlessly hoists you up with his arm, your feet dangling. Toji huffs, but there's no hiding the flush creeping up his neck, "And flattery will get you nowhere."

Despite his gruff demeanor, you know he secretly loves how you get all stary eyed at his strength.

You grin cheekily, "i dunno, I think it’s gotten me pretty fa-."

"Papa! UP!" A tiny voice suddenly demands. You both look down to see little Megumi- the very proof of how far your flattery has gotten you with Toji Zenin. Your sons arms were stretched high above his head in a perfect mirror of your earlier pose.

Toji's expression softens gradually as he looks at his son. Without putting you down, he easily scoops up Megumi with his free arm, holding both of you aloft like you weigh nothing.

"Great… now I've got two clingy brats," he complains, but his eyes are warm as Megumi squeals in delight, tiny hands patting his father's muscled shoulder.

"Strong papa!" Megumi declares proudly, making Toji's ears turn slightly pink.

You catch this and grin, "That’s right sweetie, daddy’s the strongest," you agree, pressing a kiss to his bicep that makes him roll his eyes.

fluff, suggestive, MDNI based on this request

✶ DICK GRAYSON

Your boyfriend was not a serious man.

When you woke up this morning, your body had been sore. Like you had been through the meat grinder kind of sore but in a good way.

You had looked over at Dick sleeping soundlessly. Half his body on top of you and half on the bed with his messy raven hair falling over his eyes, his long lashes almost brushing his sharp cheekbones.

Yeah, a very good way.

But when you got out of bed and basically limped around the apartment, he gave you the smuggest look ever. Seriously no one had ever looked as proud of themselves as he had.

You wanted to slap him. Or kiss him. You were still deciding.

That didn’t stop you for asking him for help though, since he had been the one to carry you around the apartment and draw you a warm bath. The shoulder massage he gave you in the bathtub wasn’t too bad either. Plus the pancakes he had prepared with a little smiley face on top with chocolate syrup.

But that didn’t take away from the fact that he was an unserious man.

He had known you were supposed to have lunch with your friends today so he had been an exceptional tease last night in bed. Not just a tease, he was also apparently under the impression that you were made of rubber and could bend you however he pleased.

Just because he worked out eight hours a day didn’t mean you did too. You’d be lucky to even squeeze in a workout once a week and he knew that and yet he chose to manhandle you.

Not that you were against it. He was very skilled in the bedroom and the nights where you had to just lay there for him to do all the work were your favourites.

But damn now you were limping on your way to meet your friends. You and Dick walked out of the car, hand in hand towards where your friends were sitting outside the cafe.

And he had the audacity to snicker.

“It isn’t funny!” You huffed out, hands clutching his arm to hold for balance since your legs were way too sore to even walk.

“You weren’t complaining last night,” he replied and pushed his sunglasses up on his nose, looking way too amused.

“Shut up,” you scoffed instead of replying since thats all you could do. He wasn’t wrong.

Once you reached the table, Donna, Wally and Roy immediately greeted you with hugs.

“You okay?” Donna was the first one to speak, noticing your limp.

“Yeah,” you swallowed and sat down on the chair next to Dick’s, shifting a little. “Just walked into a chair.”

“Uh huh,” Roy narrowed his eyes at Dick’s smug face.

“And was the chair named Dick Grayson?” Wally added.

“Wally!” You gasped and looked at Dick for help but he just laughed and draped his arm over the back of your chair.

The rest of the lunch went by with way too many jokes about Dick’s dick and you’d think he’d be offended by it but he was the one initiating most of them.

Like you said, unserious.

✶ JASON TODD

Jason was out running when you woke up. It was your usual morning routine –he woke up before you, gave you a small kiss on your forehead and left for a run then returned an hour later with coffee and sometimes pastries.

This time however, you had told him you were making pancakes so he wasn’t surprised to find you standing in the kitchen wearing his shirt that he discarded last night.

He walked over to you, black tank top clinging to his body due to the sweat like a second skin and if you weren’t sore from last night you would have done something about it.

The minimal clothing you were wearing –Jason’s t-shirt and panties– didn’t do a lot to hide the marks he had left on you last night. Your thighs looked like a crime scene with how many hickeys he had left there.

You waddled over to the fridge to grab the eggs when Jason noticed you.

“What’s up?” He frowned and came up behind you.

“Hmm?” You asked and cracked an egg in the bowl.

“You’re waddling like a penguin,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” you blushed and immediately looked away from him. “You know,” you shrugged.

“Babe what?” He asked and turned you around to steal all your attention.

“Last night,” you said. “You’re not exactly small.”

“Well thanks,” he gave you a confused smile. “Is that why you’re limping?”

“That and my legs being folded like a lawn chair over your shoulders for over an hour yes,” you quipped.

Jason in response let out a cackle.

“Great, hope you’re proud of yourself,” you scrunched your nose and turned back to prepare the pancake batter.

“I mean it does wonders to a guy’s ego,” Jason let out a dramatic breath. “Seven orgasms in one night is my new record.”

“Jason!” You huffed and pushed him away. “You cannot count my orgasms you freak.”

He laughed again and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

“Seriously though, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, pressing fluttering kisses to the hickeys he had left on your neck.

“No,” you hummed and craned your head back.

“You liked it?”

“Yes,” you breathed as his kisses made their way down to your shoulders.

His fingers busied themselves with massaging your hips, causing you to close your eyes in relief and rest your head back on his shoulders. Which gave him even more room to kiss on your neck.

“Let me make you feel better,” he murmured and turned you around before getting down on his knees.

“Jason,” you said through a shaky breath.

“Yeah?” He looked up at you through dark eyelashes and hooked your thigh over his shoulder. “Is this okay?”

You nodded your head which was all the permission he needed.

It was going to be a long morning.

✶ TIM DRAKE

In hindsight, waiting for your boyfriend to return from his week long mission at the manor probably wasn’t your brightest idea.

He had texted you that he would be back today and would just crash at the manor instead of coming back to your shared penthouse.

But you hadn’t seen him in a week! So it was only fair you drove to the manor and let yourself into the batcave to wait for him.

It had almost been an hour since you made yourself at home on the little beanbag chair with a book in your hands in the Batcave along with Barbara who was perched at the Batcomputer, doing whatever it is that Oracle did.

Tim returned soon along with the rest of the Bats on his Batcycle (Batman wasn’t a very creative person you were beginning to realise).

Damian made a ‘TT’ sound at you before making his way towards the shower area.

Tim on the other hand broke out in a grin the second he looked at you. He didn’t even bother taking off his mask or the suit before he was launching himself at you on the beanbag.

“Tim!” You grunted when his armoured chest collided with yours. “You’re crushing me.”

“Don’t care,” he muttered and pushed his head in the crook of your neck.

“Take a shower you stink!” You said and pushed him off.

“I see how it is,” he raised his head to look at you and if you could see his eyes behind his domino mask, you knew he would be narrowing his eyes at you. “I come back a week later after saving the world and my girlfriend says I stink.”

“You do,” Jason mumbled somewhere behind him.

“Ignore him he’s jealous,” Tim said to you before leaning down to give you a fleeting kiss. “I’ll be back,” he murmured and finally got off the beanbag to go take a shower.

That had been enough of your loving and sweet boyfriend for the night.

Because he was soon coming out of the shower without a shirt and in only a pair of sweatpants. He didn’t even bothering talking to anyone or even debriefing the case like he usually did, he just made his way towards you and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

Thankfully everyone else was busy cleaning themselves and only Barbara was present in the Batcave. She shook her head at you like she knew exactly what was happening but didn’t want to be a part of it.

It had been a very long night.

The night for which you were paying now.

Tim’s heavy arm was thrown over your stomach in a tight grip like he never wanted to let you go.

Squinting open an eye, you flicked the bedside lamp on –having no clue what time it was outside due to the blackout curtains being drawn.

You turned over in Tim’s iron grip and looked around the room which looked like it had gotten robbed last night.

Your shirt was thrown on the floor along with your shorts, your bra dangling down the knob of the door –no clue how it got there. And your panties were probably torn in half somewhere. Even the pillows were thrown haphazardly, the covers weren’t even covering you.

Half the reason you woke up was the chill in the room causing goosebumps to rise on your naked body. The only source of heat you had was Tim’s equally as naked body wrapped around you like a koala.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to look at him. The first thing you saw were the red scratches on his chest, glowing against his pale skin and you were sure if he turned around his back would look the same.

“Tim?” You whispered and brushed his hair away from his face.

He only groaned in response and tugged you closer but his grip on your back was beginning to hurt.

“Hey,” you tried again and pushed at his shoulder –which you now saw had a bite mark on it.

Images of Tim’s bicep wrapped around your neck came to your mind but you quickly shook them off. Not the time.

“Tim come on, you’re hurting me,” you winced, which finally caught his attention.

“What?” He asked, voice laced with sleep and somehow deeper like you’ve never heard before. “Where are you hurt?”

“It just feels sore.”

“Fuck I’m so sorry,” he sat up straight in bed and leaned down to pull the covers up.

“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything I didn’t like,” you giggled when he turned around and yep his back looked every bit like his chest. Red scratches all over.

“Your back,” you whispered and reached out to lightly brush your hand over the marks. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

“I think I just missed you too much,” he chuckled. “Turn around let me give you a massage.”

“Yes please,” you moaned and turned around on your stomach to let Tim rub the soreness out of your muscles with his nimble fingers.

The knots in your muscles immediately came loose with each movement of his warm hands on your much colder body. Maybe they taught massaging the pain away at vigilante school or wherever Bruce took all the kids of his he seems to adopt.

His hands went lower to gently rest your calf over his shoulder –much gentler than last night. He pressed soft kisses to your leg as his fingers rubbed all the way to your ankles.

Later when you two went down for breakfast (it was around lunchtime), Cass and Damian gave you a disgusted look. Jason raised an eyebrow at the bite marks on Tim’s forearm while Dick only laughed in amusement. Even Barbara was staring at the hickey on your jaw since apparently Tim had forgotten he was human.

✶ BRUCE WAYNE

You were sitting on the chair in the little breakfast nook when Bruce entered the kitchen. A crossword puzzle was sat on the table next to a plate of toast and orange juice in front of you as you mindlessly scribbled on the puzzle.

Bruce came up behind you and gave you a little kiss on the back of your head before walking over to the cabinets to pull out a mug.

“Oh wait! I made you a yogurt bowl,” you said and hopped off the chair.

Bruce raised an eyebrow and watched you limping towards the fridge in nothing but his old uni sweatshirt. Your hair was falling over your shoulders, messy from a good night’s sleep. And other activities.

His eyes wandered lower to the backs of your knees where he was gripping your legs last night and sure enough there were marks to show it. For a second he was worried but when you turned around and gave him your million dollar smile, he forgot what he was thinking about.

“It has raspberries, nuts, pumpkin seeds, chia seeds. It’s good for your health,” you beamed and set it down in front of your own breakfast on the table.

Bruce joined you in a beat and eyed you as you grimaced a little while sitting down.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you said, voice a bit sarcastic which he didn’t miss.

“That’s not convincing,” he frowned.

“You rearranged my guts last night. I think that has something to do with me having trouble sitting down,” you smirked and he immediately blushed.

You heard a sudden noise from behind you and when you turned around to look, Tim was standing there, looking nauseated. “I’ll uh… have breakfast in my room…” he said.

“I didn’t know you stayed here last night,” you said to him.

“I wish I hadn’t,” he gagged and grabbed a cup of coffee before leaving the two of you alone.

Bruce scrunched his nose and turned his face towards his breakfast.

“Oh don’t go all shy now! You were very vocal last night,” you teased and nudged his foot with yours just to watch his ears turn even redder.

“I think we should take a warm bath together to you know, let our bodies heal,” he suggested.

“Uh huh,” you narrowed your eyes. “And no other reason at all.”

“Of course my darling,” Bruce smiled and tugged you out of your chair before picking you up in his arms.

“No other reason at all.”

my first multi part fic ever feeling nervous

didn’t know which photos to use so…

if you couldn’t tell i’ve been extremely tim drake pilled lately thanks to all the requests ive received for him 😭

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well into retirement, nanami thought your bottomless sexual appetite would dwindle. (un)fortunately for him, it's done quite the opposite.

your body has long since given up on the idea of having children, yet your libido hasn't. much to your joy, your husband can still breed you to your hearts content.

you flop onto your back, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling. musk and sex still cling to the air like glue, just how you like it. his release is still dripping out of you in ropes. warm and full, melting into the bed, your husband still finds the energy to fuss over you.

"are you not sore?" nanami asks, worry etched across his face. for the past hour, he's been bending you every which way, filling you up in hopes that it "takes," as you say.

"nope. in fact, i can go another round." the wiggle of your eyebrows isn't missed by him. he scoffs in your face, pulling you snug into his arms on the bed.

"no more sex for you, missy. we've got brunch plans and you need sleep."

you push him away with no real force behind it. at the end of the day, whatever he says goes, even if your ovaries are desperately begging against it.

"i'm still surprised that you've got so much stamina."

"what? and you haven't got any, mr three rounds in a row?"

he blushes immediately, trying (and failing) to hide his face in the pillows. "that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't begged for it. you know i can't say no to you."

"so you saying 'i fucking love bree—" a pillow to the face cuts you off. "sorry, i was adjusting the sheets." the slightest quirk of his lip tells you he's smiling. if it weren't for years of coexisting, you wouldn't have noticed.

"—ding yu' was ah fihment 'f my imagjinashun?" you giggle when he clasps a hand over your mouth. "how about we stop talking for a little while, hm?"

and you stay like that for hours— limbs tangled together, enjoying his embrace. you're still not totally fucked out, and nanami could surely go for a couple more rounds, but for now, you're two tired souls making the most of a lazy sunday evening.

"Babe, what, and I stress this, the fuck?"

Dick Grayson x crazygf! reader and Jason Todd x crazygf!reader

Summary: You find out that they still kind of talk to their ex. It's professional, but you're not over it.

TW: Kind of smutty, death mentioned (Jason's part)

DICK GRAYSON

"Just answer the fucking question, Dick! Did you sleep with her in the Batcave? Yes or no?”

"No!" Dick groaned, dragging his hands down his face, his voice cracking with frustration. His eyes were bloodshot. "We did not do it in the Batcave. Why the fuck are we talking about this right now? It is two in the morning!"

"Because I looked at your phone and her name is 'Babs 🌶️'!"

"That's a chili pepper! It means she handles the red-alert comms, you psychotic brat! It’s an emergency tag!"

"I don't care! It looks like a fucking sexting emoji!" You dropped to your knees on the mattress, crawling over to him and slamming your knees right into his thighs. You grabbed his jaw, fingers digging into his skin, forcing him to look at you. "Who’s the better kisser? Me or her? Don't lie to me. Did you guys used to make out on roofs? Did she use tongue? Does she do that little sigh thing I do when you touch her? Tell me!"

"Jesus Christ, Babe," Dick choked out, his chest heaving, looking genuinely stressed. "You are lightyears better. You're fucking incredible. Please, look at me, you're the only one I want. Can we please stop this?"

"No! Because I’m prettier than her, right? Obviously I’m prettier. Look at my fucking face." You shoved your face inches from his, your eyes wide. "But she’s so good with your dad! Ugh! It makes me want to vomit! She talks to Bruce, and he actually responds like a human being! I tried to talk to him last week and he treated me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe! She has history with your fucked-up family, Dick! Did you guys fuck while you were living there? In his house?!"

"No! Never! I swear to God, never!" Dick’s hands came up, grabbing your wrists, his palms sweating. He looked completely panicked now. "Babe, please, you’re making shit up. I hate when Bruce does that to people, I literally moved to Blüdhaven to get away from him. I don't want her. I don't want any of them. I want you."

"Are you sure?" you whimpered, the anger turning desperate. You shifted, straddling his lap entirely, your bare thighs rubbing hard against his sweatpants, feeling how stiff he already was despite the stress. "Because she has that red hair. You like the red hair, don't you? Did you pull it? Did you bend her over the fucking desk in the cave?"

Dick’s grip tightened on your hips, an irritated groan escaping his lips. He was miserable that you were this upset, but the feeling of you grinding against his crotch was pushing him over the edge. "I didn't bend her over anything. Stop saying that shit, it’s making me sick. I don't give a fuck about her. Right now, I care about the fact that you’ve been screaming at me for forty minutes, your nipples are hard against my chest, and you’re tearing me apart."

"I'm upset babe, you’re friends with your fucking ex!" you snapped, tears of pure rage blurring your vision. "You talk to her every day! I feel like a fucking idiot!"

"Babe, you’re losing your fucking mind, please don't cry," Dick mumbled, his voice breaking as he pulled you down, burying his face in your neck, holding you so tight it bruised. He was completely desperate to fix it, terrified you were actually going to leave him. He nipped hard at the skin right over your collarbone. "You want to know what we did? Nothing like this. She never made me feel like this. She never made me want to rip my own hair out just to get her to shut up and take my dick."

"You're just saying that," you panted, your legs already wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, feeling him throbbing against your cunt through his pants. "You're just trying to manipulate me because you know your body is perfect."

"I'm not manipulating you, I’m fucking begging you," he hissed, flipping you under him so fast your head hit the pillow. He pinned your hands above your head, his face paler than usual "Look at me. Look at my eyes. I will block her number right now if you want me to. I'll do whatever the fuck you want. Just tell me you're mine."

"Prove it then," you choked out, pulling at his sweatpants "Put it in me right now and make me forget her fucking name."

"Shut up," he muttered, slamming his mouth down on yours, cutting off any other unhinged theories you had left as his hand ripped his sweats down.

JASON TODD

"Who the fuck is 'Artie'?" you shrieked. "Who the fuck is she, Jason? Because I just saw a message pop up on your secure line that said 'Rain check, Big Guy,' and I know for a goddamn fact it isn't one of your freak-show brothers!"

Jason froze, his knuckles turning white around the rifle barrel. He set it down with a heavy clatter and finally looked up, his green eyes flashing. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You’re going through my secure comms? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

"Answer the fucking question!" You stepped right into his chest, shoving him hard enough to make his boots slide an inch "Is that Artemis? The giant Amazon? The one you were playing house with in the desert? Are you still fucking her? Why’d she call you ‘big guy’!? Your dick’s not even that big!”

"We haven’t done shit since before I even knew you existed!" Jason argued, standing up to his full height, towering over you as his chest heaved. "She’s a teammate! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Oh, a teammate? So you didn't bend her over that ancient shit in Egypt?" you screamed right back, getting entirely in his face, your chest heaving against his. "Did you taste her? Did she taste better than me? Did you love it when she pinned you down, you fucking manwhore? Tell me right now! Did you put your mouth on her?!"

"We didn't fuck in the desert! We were trying not to get killed, you crazy bitch!" Jason snapped, his eyes were glowing green. He grabbed your wrists with an iron-tight grip, his fingers digging into your skin as he shook you. "You are making up disgusting, toxic shit in your head because you're insecure! Stop fucking yelling at me about shit from six years ago!"

"Is it because I'm not as strong as her?!" you went off, completely pivoting into a breathless rant, the words tearing out of you like a flood. "Is that what it is? You want some giant warrior bitch who can toss you around? Or is it the red hair? Are you obsessed with redheads? Is that why you're always so fucking chummy with her and Roy?! Oh my god, do you want to fuck Roy too?! Are you into guys?! Because I'm not a fucking guy, Jason! I can't be a guy for you! What the fuck do you want from them, do you want a threesome or some shit?! Is that what you guys do when you're 'saving the world'?!"

"Are you fucking insane?!"  his face twisting in pure, unadulterated disgust and fury. He yanked your wrists down so hard your balance broke. 

"Then why are they always texting you?! Why are you always looking at your phone like you miss them?!" you screamed back, your face flushed, tears of absolute blind rage spilling over your eyelashes. "If you're still playing orgy with your little Outlaw club, then I guess it's fair game! I’m gonna fuck my ex!”

"Say that shit again," he snapped. "Say you’re going to go touch another man. Say you’re going to let someone else lay a hand on you. See what fucking happens to both of you. I will hunt him down and paint the fucking walls with him."

"Why do you care?!" you choked out, your heart hammering against your ribs "Go call your Amazon! Go tell Roy how crazy I am while you guys jerk each other off!"

"She was before you! And Roy is my fucking brother!" Jason groaned, you were getting so deep under his skin. "Do you not understand how time works, you idiot?! I haven’t touched her, I don't want to touch her, and I sure as hell don't want a goddamn man I consider my brother! But you want to go fuck your ex?”

"Yeah! Because you're driving me fucking insane!" you screamed back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into the apex of your thighs. You could feel how insanely hard he was through his sweatpants "You're a liar! You're a dirty, lying fuckboy!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jason snarled, his hand flying from your throat to catch your jaw, his thumb digging brutally into your cheek to force your mouth open. "I am not a liar. I am fucking obsessed with you. I haven't looked at another woman since the day I went out with you, and you're being a loon”

"Prove it then," you panted, your teeth baring as you bit down lightly on his thumb "If they're nothing, text them right now telling them we broke up and if either of them offer you a pity fuck, just know you’re going to die a second time, Todd”

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dick

jason

wally

When Sukuna called you at nine o’clock in the morning sounding like he was at his wits end, you knew something had to be really wrong.

“Well what’s the issue? You sound stressed.” You asked, grabbing the remote and pausing your pilates instructor.

“Yuji and Choso will not stop fighting. It started over some stupid game yesterday and now I don’t even know what it’s about!” He said through gritted teeth.

You bit back a smile. “Okay, well good on you for not going berserk right now. I’m on my way. Have an old shirt of yours ready when I get there.” You instructed.

Sukuna’s brows knitted into something confused. “Okay… what do you have up that sleeve of yours?” You giggled, putting the phone to your ear so you could wrap up your yoga mat.

“Just do as I say. And don’t cook. I’m bringing breakfast.”

Minutes later, you showed up to Sukuna’s flat, breakfast in hand and your eardrums already being assaulted by childish arguing. Your pink haired boyfriend opened the door, annoyance all over his face.

“Thanks for showing. I know you were busy.” He thanked you gruffly, taking the food from your hands. You shrugged, shutting the door behind you.

꒰ ׂ ﹒♡ trying to play roblox with your boyfriend ryomen sukuna who gets mad quickly:c ˘

c.w. sfw , fluff , jujustu kaisen , sukuna is a dummy , soft kuna(who curses a lot..)

♡⸝⸝ they’re playing the mimic btw ! i haven’t played that game in forever(it scares me) i hope it’s not inaccurate, i kinda wrote this from memory..😭 ALSO no hate to genshin i love that game<3 anyways..do i make a taglist for when i post lmk??

“motherfuking fuck! what the hell was that?!”

your boyfriend, sukuna yelled, causing you to flinch in surprise. he was leaning so far forward on the couch you worried for a second he’d slide right off. his knuckles were white around the controller as he glared at the TV.

how did this happen? well..to put it simple, you were bored out of your mind. nothing seemed to interest you expect the thought of playing games with your boyfriend. naturally, sukuna being who he was agreed while saying: “tch, always playing games that are so easy.”

unfortunately for him, those were his famous last words.

you pressed your lips together, trying not to burst out laughing at your boyfriend quite literally losing it over a roblox game.

“ryo, that’s the first monster..the creepy little girl with long hair? remember?”

sukuna’s eyes found yours. “creepy is a serious understatement,” he tells you, a cute frown finding his face. “that thing literally moves like it’s possessed. who the hell thought this was fun?? and stop laughing or god so help me i’m throwing you and this controller out the window.”

you grinned, scooting over closer to him and leaned your head against his broad shoulder. “you’re just mad she keeps jumpscaring you,” you teased, looking back at your phone. your avatar was carefully close to the wall while he sprinted ahead.

“by the way, we’re supposed to hide, not run.”

“i’m not hiding from a damn pixel,” he muttered, his body tensing as the eerie hum started echoing in the room. “shit–what the fuck? where do i go? babe!”

“the locker on the left, oh my god sukuna??”

sukuna fumbled with the controls in his sudden panic, doing the complete opposite of what you said as his character burst into the open hallway instead.

the monster’s distorted face suddenly popped up on the screen with a blood curdling screech.

“FUCK!”

sukuna slammed back against the couch with a groan. “it’s okay ryo..we can start over,”

you said sweetly, already hitting the option on your phone. “we’ll go again until you get it okay?”

sukuna shot you a glare. “this game is bullshit. and you? you enjoy watching me suffer too much.”

he says, reaching over to flick your forehead gently. “whatever let’s go again.”

you giggled as you both reload in the lobby. “you’re adorable ryo, the big bad sukuna is getting cooked by ghosts.”

sukuna made a face at your words. “firstly, never say that shit again. secondly, keep talking and see where it gets you.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile.

the next attempt went way better..for ten minutes. you did your best, guiding him through the corridors on your phone, telling him what to do until his competitive side flared up again.

“man fuck this, i’m going ahead. you stay back.” he said, already making his way ahead before you could stop him. “ryo wait don’t–“

you trailed off, shaking your head in disbelief as the ghost appeared in a flash, his avatar yanked foward as the death scene flashes on the TV. as expected of course.

“god damn it!” sukuna cursed, tossing the controller onto the cushion beside him, running a hand through his hair, completely frustrated.

“hey..at least you’re getting better?” you offered, patting his thigh with a wide grin on your face.

“you are actually enjoying this. fuck it, let’s go again–i’ll show you, no game is hard for me.”

once more…famous last words.

in less than a few minutes, he died once more. he lets out a long defeated groan pulling you into his lap. “fuck this stupid game,”

he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “annoying ass game. at least in dress to impress i always won.”

you scoffed at his words, exiting the game on your phone and tossing it aside to give him all your attention.

“you only won in dress to impress ‘cus i was nervous.”

“mmm..sure.”

sukuna nipped at your neck gently before placing a gentle kiss there. “are you less bored now baby?”

“no…” you pouted, sukuna raised his head to meet your eyes with a frown. “i will be more entertained if..my boyfriend would play genshin impact with me..”

sukuna’s face went from one of contentment to literal fear at your words.

“are you serious?”

“yep.”

“fuck me.”

“later, sure.” you smile at his words, placing a quick on his lips. “you’re the best babe let’s play!”

“yeah okay…”

to sum it up, as much as ryomen sukuna acted grumpy whenever you spoke about those silly games you liked, there’s not one thing he wouldn’t play for you–even if it’s a dumb game like genshin impact.

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mdni. toji x shy!reader, p in v, riding, size difference, creampie, established relationship… based on this request.

you saunter over to toji, staring mostly at the floor, shy as always when it comes to asking for what you want.

gingerly, you sit on his lap, facing him as he lounges on the couch. one large hand immediately finds your thigh — the other resting on your hip. he doesn’t say anything, not yet.

toji makes you tell him exactly what you want, even if it takes you hours to get the words out.

you poke his toned chest, eyes still not meeting his. toji just tilts his head, a knowing smirk growing on his face. "gotta tell me what y’want, princess. use your words like a big girl," he teases.

"you’re so mean," you say quietly, clit throbbing with need beneath your soaked panties. instinctively, you grind your hips against him a little, hoping to relieve some of the tension in your body.

toji chuckles darkly, gripping both of your hips to halt your movements — not because he wanted you to stop, because he wanted you to ask.

"tell daddy what you want," he purrs, moving one hand to your chin, gripping it somewhat firmly to force you to look at him.

you gaze at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks. "please…"

"please what?”

"please, daddy… want you," you say quietly, batting your eyelashes unintentionally, panties only growing wetter.

"mm,” he hums lowly, "tell me where you want me."

your cheeks grow redder, eyes wandering, still trying to avoid eye contact. "want you inside me," you say, tone more whiney this time, patience thinning.

"atta girl. wasn’t so hard, was it?" he rasps, tugging up your skirt to see what he was working with. toji takes in the sight of your soaked panties, brushing his thumb over the damp patch, then over your clit — making your body jerk.

“such a sensitive lil’ pussy," he teases further, begging to rub unhurried circles over your aching bud, drawing needy moans from you.

he moves his other hand to unbuckle his belt, hard, heavy cock springing free as soon as he shimmies his pants down. the sight only makes you grow more desperate.

wasting no time, he lifts your hips, pulling your panties to the side and sinking you down on his cock. you moan needily, bracing your hands on his shoulders, cunt stretched wide to accommodate him.

“ahhnn — daddy," you mewl sweetly, cunt fluttering around toji’s dick. "fuck yourself on daddy’s dick, princess. thats it," he encourages, guiding your hips to roll forward in a slow, deep rhythm.

the feeling was dizzying, overwhelming pleasure consuming you with every roll of your hips.

"keep going, doll. ride daddy’s cock until y’full with my load," toji groans, thumb making its way to your clit again — pressing down just enough to make you clench around him.

"mnnn, feel so full," you mewl quietly, picking up the pace, rocking forward with more purpose. you bury your face in the crook of toji’s neck, whimpering softly — "want more, daddy."

suddenly, toji plants his feet firmly on the floor, still gripping your hips, begging to snap his hips upwards. "such a greedy girl."

you hold on tight as he ruts into you, relentless and unforgiving — every thrust reminding you just how big he is compared to you.

"this what you wanted, huh?" he rasps, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, "wanted daddy to fuck you stupid?"

you nod frantically, stripped of any coherent thoughts, only the sounds of your needy whines and toji’s heavy balls slapping against your ass to be heard.

"m’gonna — ahh! — cum," you moan, drool threatening to seep out from the corners of your mouth.

of course, toji already knew that judging on how tight you were gripping his dick, cunt fluttering and contracting like it was going to explode.

"i know, princess. such a lil’ slut for daddy," toji grunts, rubbing your clit again with his thumb. you grip his shoulders tighter, tension quickly building before as you reach orgasm. "there ya’ go, make a mess on daddy’s cock," he grunts, not far behind you.

your hips stutter, thighs twitching as relief washes over you. "mmm, want you to f-fill me up," you pant.

"look who’s making demands now, huh?" he teases, making you gasp with a series of particularly harsh thrusts. "s’okay, princess. gonna give it to you."

he pulls you down bouncing you on his dick like you weigh nothing, hips jerking as he floods your pussy with thick ropes of cum. "fuuckkk, such a good girl for daddy," he grunts, refusing to let a single drop of his cum go to waste.

you lean forwards, limp against toji who wraps his strong arms around you, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"mm, daddy’s girl.”

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"here ya go! thanks for your order," you say as you hand a wrapped pink box to the girl in front of you. she's one of your more recent regulars, but she was pretty nice and her order was always simple enough. just a pack of mond slim cigarettes in strawberry and a couple joints.

she takes the box from you with a smile, giving you the cash in exchange. "y'know, you're much better than my last guy," she says. "he always overcharged me and his stuff wasn't half as cute as yours."

"aw well thanks!" you say sheepily. "who was your last guy?"

"choso kamo? not sure if you've heard of him," she shrugs. "he used to be one of the bigger names on campus for dealers, but it seems you've taken his spotlight sweetheart."

you hum to yourself, "well isn't that something.."

from that day, you and choso worked together. you were very adamant about keeping your signature pink supplies and choso wasn't going to argue with you. he lets you make everything as cute as you want while he deals with the deals and drop offs.

some of the customers you both get were assholes, you both knew that. unfortunately, they were often the ones that bought the most and thus paid the most. hence why choso chose to deal with them. but sometimes, he lets you come with him on drop offs since you claimed you didn't want him to get lonely!

as you use the spare to open the door to choso's appointment, you can't help but wonder the reason as to why choso gave you the spare to begin with. sure, you guys were official business partners now and whatnot but why give you a spare to his place?

as of recently, the trips to his place became less and less 'business' related. it went from prepping product together to simply being around one another. he would invite you over just to watch a movie and sometimes, you would even end up staying the night because you fell asleep. so you couldn't help but wonder whether or not the two of you were crossing the line of professionalism. you shake the thoughts from your head as you push open the door and let yourself in.

choso sits on the couch in his living room— none of the big lights are on per usual since he says it gives him a raging headache. he sticks to his lamps and ambient lighting to illuminate his place. whenever the two of you would have this impromtu smoke sessions together, he would already have the tv on to a show you like along with snacks and drinks on the table.

he looks over his shoulder to greet you with a lazy grin. "about time, sweetheart," he jokes. he pats the spot on his couch next with his free hand, the other holding the grinder you added stickers to.

you wave to him as you close the door behind you. you plop down on your designated spot on the couch criss-crossed and you pull a my melody plush into your lap. it was an inside joke that started with the two of you a while ago; he had taken you to an arcade, claiming it was a business venture. instead, you spend thirty minutes with him at just the claw machines as he tries to win you a badtz-maru plush.

"he kinda reminds me of you," you chuckled as you pointed to the plush behind the glass of the claw machine. your words seem to set off some kind of switch in choso's head as he takes out the game card and marches over to it with you on his arm.

after dozens of failed attempts, the grumpy penguin plush is finally in your arms. choso doesn't even want to think about the amount of money he spent at this one claw machine but one look at your giddy face made it all worth it for him.

the two of you walk past another claw machine and choso then mentions how you remind him of my melody. so of course, now it was your turn to win the claw machine.

"watch and learn, cho," you said, exageratingly cracking your knuckles in preparation. "this is how it's done."

choso nearly walks out when you get the plush on the first try.

and since then, my melody remains at choso's place and badtz-maru sleeps comfortably on your bed.

but it's times like these where choso kind of regrets getting you the plush. the way you keep it in your lap makes him embarassingly and ridiculously jealous. but barely an hour into smoking together, choso forgets about his jealousy as you giggles fill the air of living room. ever since he found out you were a giggly, touchy high, he has done everything in his power to smoke with you. just when he thought you couldn't get cuter.

the knock on your door comes earlier than you expected. it makes you laugh every time because even though choso also has a spare key to your place, he always makes it a point to knock before entering.

you wait for him on your bed, trusting that he knew where to go by now. right on time, choso knocks on your bedroom door and waits for you to call out to him to open the door.

"how's my favorite girl doing?" he asks. choso puts the bag of drinks on the floor next to your bed and moves toward your closet. ever since he started coming to your place, you have established the rule that if he wants to sit on your bed, he would have to change out of his 'outside clothes'. so now, choso would keep a few clothes at your place whenever he would stay over.

it seems like second nature to choso now— the way you have molded yourself to be a part of his life without even trying.

"y'know you didn't have to come," you tell him as you lean back in your bed. "i feel bad making you ditch your parties like that."

choso responds to you as he strips his shirt. "i told you already, i much prefer being with you than taking shots with gojo and them."

even as he was speaking to you, you couldn't help but get distracted at his figure. it wasn't the first time you've seen him with his shirt off but it was a sight that never got old. you almost groaned in annoyance when he put a clean pj top on. choso notices and a smirk finds its way onto his face. he changes out of his jeans and puts on a pair of sweats before he lays down on his back next to you.

"you're getting terribly comfy and we haven't even started," you joke.

"you're way to easy to be around, sweetheart," choso tells you genuinely. "makes me clam and shit or whatever."

you laugh at him as you pack your grinder. "well don't fall asleep on me yet; i invited you over so you could roll for me."

"wow, so you're just using me, huh?"

"oh please, we both know you wouldn't mind that." you don't know what made you say that and you regret the words once you see the look on his face. but the shock quickly melts into something coy.

you clear your throat and quickly change the topic. this wasn't the first time the two of you would let some flirty comments slide but with each touch that lingered for too long and eye contact that held something a little more, it left you questioning your relationship with choso.

by now, you and choso were a handful of passes deep into this session. somehow, choso has gotten even closer to you. he had his head propped up on your pillows as you sunk deeper into his side. you were now practically laying on top of him, his hand laying under you and wrapping around your waist. he rubs random shapes into the skin of your hip as he takes a hit from the blunt in his other hand. he inhales and blows he smoke away from your face.

choso looks at your face; your eyes kept fluttering closed as you fought to stay awake. he chuckles at you before he places a kiss on your forehead, knowing you were already far too gone to remember this.

but you weren't too faded to feel his lips. you hum, "you trying to sneak kisses from me?" choso laughs even harder as you make a pout your lips out in an exaggerated kissy face. "go to sleep, baby."

"you'll be here when i wake up?"

this time, you feel another kiss on your cheek as choso answers you. "of course i will, im not leaving you."

you fall asleep soon enough but you swear you felt choso press his lips against yours in a touch so feather-light. hm, maybe you were dreaming?

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) thinking about BOXER! JASON TODD who loves fucking his opponent’s girlfriends the night before fights; including you!

you were supposed to be loyal. swearing loyalty to your boyfriend who was an up and coming boxer, always being by his side and helping him train. making sure he was clean and was never rusty when it came to punches. everything went good… up until you saw his opponent— jason.

jason was unlike any other opponent. he was fast, powerful, and intelligent all wrapped in one. most boxers were only 2/3; they were either powerful and intelligent but slow, intelligent and fast but weak, or fast and powerful but not very tactical in the ring; jason, however, was all three.

he was also smoking hot.

he knew girls loved him and he loved girls. it was kind of his thing to seduce his opponent’s girlfriends. just anything to get into their head and give him an advantage. he didn’t even like half of the girlfriends he ended up sleeping with; he just wanted to get a mental upper hand on the guy he’s gonna beat the brakes off in the ring, plus it’s free pussy.

so obviously, when he found out that his next opponent’s girlfriend was a sexy lady… he obviously had to get into your sheets. finding you through his social media and through a friend of a friend… here jason is, in your sheets and balls deep in your hole.

he felt so deep in your walls, fingers curling in your bedsheets as your toes curled the air, his thick cock stretching your tight hole as both of his hands held your hips.

“j-jason! jason! oh— oh fuck!” you moan into the pillow as he continues to piston into you.

he smiled watching you moan for him. he loves the sight of you being so lost in the pleasure he’s giving you that you could barley speak— it gives his ego a stroke. he dug his thumbs into your skin, collecting spit in his mouth before letting it drop, watching it hit his dick halfway in your hole and used as lube.

the bed rocked with each thrust, each bruising hit of his hips getting your cheeks and the inside of your thighs redder and redder. “you like this huh? like me fucking your hole so good that you can’t even remember your own boyfriend’s name?” he challenges.

oh fuck. yeah. your boyfriend. he existed… but you’re being fucked so good that you don’t even care anymore. your eyes rolled back as he drives deeper.

he chuckles at seeing your lack of respond. “exactly. knew this slutty pussy was so needy for some good dick in her life… fuckin’ the man who’s gonna rock the shit outta your boyfriend.” he mutters, shaking his head but deep down, soaking in the sight of you. this was definitely jerk off material for him.

he stretches you out so good, your mind melting with pleasure as each thrust cracks against you. the wet slaps of his balls meeting your cunt fill the room as your pussy flutters ‘round nothing.

“j-jay! jay! oh fuck! right- right there!” you whine as he hits the sweet spot inside your ass. you couldn’t help the drool from leaving your mouth— you heard him laugh about it.

“my dick’s so good, got you drooling, better dick than his?”

“y-yes! jason! b’better than him! s-so good!”

“good fucking girl.”

and when he snapped a photo of you, post fuck, post fix orgasms deep, and sent it to your boyfriend with a simple shrug emoji… he knew he got under your boyfriend’s skin, so much so that you fell asleep in jason’s arms…

the same arms that knocked your boyfriend out in the ring only a night later!

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(frick i realize there's so many typos... sorry guys... i'm like half asleep)