#blk reader

Choking, size difference, rough s3x, org@sm, cheating, husband best friend trope, size kink, fucked dumb, p in v, cream pie, 18+ mdni!, kinks, wall s3x

I might have said I wasn't doing jjk anymore butttt..

You had needs, needs your husband didn't meet. But never in your life did you think you would cheat on him, especially with his best friend. I mean sure you pleasured yourself to Toji at night when your husband was away at work, sure you pictured Toji fucking you whenever your husband would half-ass it in bed, sure you quietly fantasized about Toji whenever he was around, but that doesn't mean you would cheat on him.

That's what you thought before Toji had you pinned against the wall in your own home fucking into you. All that sappy non-cheate shit went out the window the second Toji rang your doorbell.

"And here I thought your were the loyal obedient lil' housewife," Toji snickered as he pounds into your ever so perfect cunt.

"S-Shut up~ mmh!~" you whimpered. You were both flushed and embarrassed but fuck did you feel good. Your husband never made you feel like this before. Overwhelmed yet wanting-no, yearning more. Somehow Toji just knew all the right places to touch, all the right places that makes you tremble.

You held onto him tight. Your hands around his neck as his thick cock bullies your insides. His hand stays gripped on your ass, careful to not drop you. He moved his way to your bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind him then dropping you on the bed.

"If I knew just how much you wanted me I would've fucked you years ago," he teased as he settled between your legs.

Before you could retaliate he pushed into you again. Your hand threw your head back with a moan that was close to a scream. Toji covered your mouth as he fucked into you with deliberate thrust meant to hit every spot that'll make you weak. "You don't want the neighbors to hear you getting fucked by someone who's not your husband now do you?" Toji said with that signature smirk of his.

You managed to shake your head and let out a weak no. Honestly, you couldn't give a fuck. He was making you feel so good you wanted the neighbors to hear. Toji hits that spot in your cunt that makes your vision blur and your mouth hang open. You gripped his shoulders to steady yourself.

A few minutes later he manhandled you onto your stomach, putting you into a face down, ass up position. He wasted no time burying himself into your clenching walls. He gripped onto your ass as he gave you the most back breaking backshots of your life.

With the way you were moaning loudly you're surprised your neighbors haven't come knocking on your door yet. Toji wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting your upper body to press your back against his chest. His breath hot in your ear as he talked,

"You should feel ashamed of yourself, letting your husband's best friend fuck you where he sleeps."

"You're the one who's- Ngh!~ fucking your best friends wife-" you moaned. He laughs as his thrust got harder. "I guess we're both in the wrong then," he says before his hand on your waist goes to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your moans got louder as his rugged hands rubs you in an unorganized motion. You came from the overstimulation.

"Well would you look at that," he praised before switching positions once more. He was currently laying down as he had you on top. You try your best to ride him on your own but after a few minutes he got bored and sat up, now moving you to his own rhythm. Your hands immediately goes to his shoulders as your face pressed against the crook of his neck. Your moans going straight to his ear. You had a fucked out expression. A small whimper left your lips as he moved one of his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you back so he could look at you.

"He never made you feel like this huh?" He questioned, to which you answered truthfully, no. He pulled you into a rough kiss as his other hand started playing with your clit. You moaned into the kiss, your hips now moving desperately, trying to cum again. He smirked against your lips as his movements got rougher as he chased his own orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" You moaned as you pulled away, hands gripping onto him as you rode out your orgasm. The pleasure you felt was undeniable. It felt like time stopped just for the two of you. The stretch of your cunt burning with pleasure. He let out a low groan as he came a heavy load that painted your insides white. You moaned with pleasure as you felt his warmth inside you as you also came.

"That was the best sex of my life," you whispered out of breath. "l can tell, Toji smirked. You reached for your phone to check the time, seeing that your husband would be home soon you panicked. "You have to go he'll be home in 20 minutes," I said with clear panic in my voice. "Easy, doll. I'll be gone before he comes back," before he left he help you clean up.

When your husband came home and noticed you limping you just told him some bullshit excuse about pulling a muscle. Now whenever he sees you limping he advise you to stop putting too much pressure on yourself.

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Includes: Follo, Enjin, Corvus

A/N: Curvy!Fem!Reader; I plan to do a part 2 with Semiu, Tamsy, etc but these were the easier one's for me to write. I'll be releasing one about the reader being a shithead before the part 2. Also request are open!

Follo Tunito

He'd just come back from a assist mission, sweaty, draining, and tbh totally over the bullshit of today.

Zanka had another ego death, Rudo crashed out and not in the good way, and Enjin almost blew everybody up and thought it be a good idea to go 80 on a sharp turn and damn near flip the car with everybody in it on the way back.

When I tell you this man was done. He was done.

All Follo wanted to do now was grab himself a nice refreshing drink, bathe, and fall out for the night.

hair-do's and hair-don'ts

leon can always confide in you for hair care | fluff & established relationship | my fellow black readers on tumblr wya | no hairstyle specified lol

(unrelated but leon looks good ASF IN THAT PHOTO 🤤🤤)

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“Leon! Have you seen my new conditioner—oh!” You started interrogating your husband before already receiving an answer.

He was perched over the bathroom sink, washing his hair fervently with a plethora of your beloved products. He made careful ministrations and deep scrubs like you’ve taught him.

“Hi,” he looked up, his brown hair falling flat as water cascaded down his face. The sight melted your heart at how unknowingly comical and adorable he could be.

“So, we stealing other people’s things now?” You started with a small smirk, then discretely hid a smile as you handed Leon a towel.

“What’s yours is mine, right?” He snaked his arm around your hip, “you know you can’t say no to me.”

“Stop lying. I think it’s the other way around,” you shook your head, while readjusting the towel on his head to be wrapped precisely. “Who would’ve thought you’d have a wash day. Time for a trim already?”

“Baby, I don’t think this shaggy look is for me,” his downturned lips pouted. “Mullets are not my thing.”

“I think it’s kinda cute. It could maybe suit you,” you kissed his jaw tenderly, then pulled away to rummage through your shared cabinets.

“It’s way too late to experiment,” he huffed while crossing his arms with a frown still present. The manner made his overall appearance very entertaining.

You tried not to laugh in front of him, turning back to the small compartments. Your hair care collection mainly took over all the space, from various combs and brushes, to detanglers, hair masks, waxes, and gels.

A lot came with your hair, but Leon loved the versatility of it all. You taught him new techniques for his own, maintaining his same style over the years. He kept his hair healthy and growing, but he couldn’t cut hair to save his life. There wasn’t just enough time to care, fortunately, you remained as his barber.

You found a pair of shears, comb, and hair oil to lead Leon from the bathroom to your bedroom. He had a distant look in his eyes, but a slight flush on his face as he looked at you. He never could understand how you stayed with him. You were so full of energy and love, while he felt tired and agitated relentlessly.

He thought you'd get bored and lonely when he was always on the go. But, you held a sickeningly high level of loyalty and respect. He swore to give you the same, for you gave him a reason to keep going.

“C’mere,” you murmured as you sat on the bed, prompting him to sit between your legs.

As Leon silently seated himself in your lap, he leaned back and looked at you with a small smile. He shrugged off the towel, allowing his brunette strands to stray in different directions.

Leon had fairly well maintained hair, but since you taught him new regimens, it had only strengthened over the years. With all the trial and errors, he stayed consistent with his signature look.

Even back when you first met him, all boyish grins and a beacon of hope, he was still rocking the same cut. It was one of the few things he still had control of in his life.

“How do I look?” He whispered, as you began to lightly douse his hair with the concoction. You massaged his scalp gently; the smallest ministrations making him relax in your hands.

“As gorgeous as ever,” you kissed his forehead, and took a comb to begin straightening his hair that stood up. “For someone who’s so stressed out all the time, you got a full head of hair still.”

“I’m just like that.”

“Boy, you are just blessed.”

“With you.”

“Where’s all this flattery from, Leon?” You chuckled, grabbing the hair clippers, angling his head correctly.

“Just making sure you don’t cut my head off,” he snorted, keeping still as you fixed his stance straightforwardly.

“You have little faith in me! To think I’ve done this for years,” you murmured in complete focus and determination.

You knew how short Leon liked some sections, and how layered he liked the other parts. This came with him over the years, understanding him to the rawest extent.

“I don’t trust anyone else, but you. I know that. You know that,” he whispered. It was true, he’s shown you so much that he could never feel unnerved or uncomfortable around you. He could let himself enjoy this stable relationship. He always has been.

“I do know,” a smile graced your lips at his words. You continued to cut methodically, using your fingers to hold areas in place and using the comb to keep each portion even.

It never took you longer than 30 minutes due to your precision. It was just simple quality time that Leon and you enjoyed having with one another. You both fell into a comfortable silence, understanding each other without verbalizing.

Leon could feel himself almost nodding away, but you kept him alert as you didn’t want his head to fall over.

“Sleepy?” You moved to the front of his scalp, carefully snipping the last of his new growth. He hummed softly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“I’m almost finishing up,” you combed his front bang, cropping it for one last touch-up and running your fingers through.

As usual, he looked stunning.

“All done,” you smoothed his hair back, combing once again. It was so soft and silky to touch, you marveled at how much his hair was tamed. Most men you’ve heard about would start developing receding hairlines or hair loss.

That would never be the case for Leon, however.

“I love you,” he turned to face you, on his knees as you were on the edge of the bed. He laid his head in your lap, running his hands down your thighs.

You cradled his head, fingers brushing on his stubbled chin. You flashed him a small grin, kneeling down to peck his lips. Your bonnet shifted a bit, obscuring your eyes.

Leon chuckled quietly, peering up to move it out your face, cupping your chin. He took the time to get a full view, losing himself in your eyes full of warmth and unspeakable volumes of adoration. He pressed his mouth to yours, to close the distance and move you both on the bed.

As you two broke the kiss, he laid himself flat on top of you, almost trapping you with his muscle mass. He relished in your presence; he was so happy to find refuge in you. Leon let himself melt into your soul and close his eyes.

He could breathe. He didn’t feel any tendrils of danger or pain. Nowhere around you.

“…..Leon.”

“Hm,” he grunted, staying motionless as he stayed sprawled out over you. He really had the nerve sometimes.

“Wanna get off me?” you squeezed his biceps as you wriggled under him. You pushed and tugged, despite him being dead weight essentially.

“Nah,” he caressed your cheek, cuddling into you further.

You could only roll your eyes, tangling yourself in his limbs.

Maybe you could stay like this, just for him.

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❦ ₊ 𝒱 alentines day hcs ˚ ⊹ ིྀ

megumi fushiguro x fem reader

⠀﹒୨𝑒 you hated the month of february. all the cute couples, flowers, stores filling their isles with romantic cards and stuffed animals. the sight made you sooo bitter.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 your bestfriend megumi got tired of hearing you complain. especially when he was right there. he was just waiting for the right time to ask.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who showed up to your door holding flowers and candy, and you who didn’t even realize he was asking you to be his valentine.

“did someone buy these for me!? did gojo tell you to-”

and the realization finally settles.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 it took you a second to process an answer. your blank stare shook him a little—thinking about just turning around and walking away, until you practically jumped into him and almost made him tip over. he embraced you back almost immediately as if it were instinctual.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 then there was yuji, who was his biggest hype-man after gumi told him he asked you out/to be your valentine.

“so when is the date!? am I invited to the wedding!?”

“can you quit? we haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“YOU SAID YET! SO ITS IN MOTION?”

megumi just sighs. he’s never gonna live this down.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who had gotten advice from gojo for your first date because he wanted your valentines day to be perfect. and gojo who suggested he take you to a candle lit, 5 star restaurant. megumi turned down the idea cause he thought it was extra. (they still went suit shopping just incase)

⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who ended up doing something simple yet romantic, surprising you with a picnic date in the park.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 he was extremely thoughtful with the date. he remembered every detail about you down to a tea. he considered all the foods he got and which ones he knew you didn’t like or the ones you loved.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who was so nervous. you and him hung out all the time, so why was he hyperventilating on the inside all of a sudden?

⠀﹒୨𝑒 who took you to an arcade afterwards and won you a hello kitty plush. little kids behind you were absolutely swooned.

“your boyfriend is so cool!”

⠀﹒୨𝑒 neither of you bothered to correct them. you just smiled and laughed it off. megumi literally died on the inside, fighting back the urge to smile ear to ear from being called yours.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 you were sitting down at a small ice cream shop outside. the sun was setting behind him while the sunlight beamed on you in the most perfect way. the way the light caught your skin and made it glow in a way that didn’t even seem real from his perspective. and were your eyes always that shade of brown? you just smiled, totally unaware of how in love this boy was. he was gone for you. he just admired every part of you, leaving his ice cream to melt while you took small bites away.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who finally confessed to you after the day was over and asked you to be his girlfriend.

“i didn’t ask to be your valentine just because you didn’t have one…” he paused—then he looked away. “I did it all because I like you. I feel for you way deeper than friends would, and I wanted to know if-”

he doesn’t even get the opportunity to finish, the words were still hanging when your lips met his in a magnetic manner. for a split second he froze, then he just melted into you. his hands found your waist with a quickness, like you’d just disappear right there.

⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who’d secretly been waiting for that moment his entire life. he kissed you longingly. now you know why he didn’t eat his ice cream. I guess he was saving his appetite.

❥ Chapter 1: Introduction?

Warning: Obsessive behavior, stalking, mental tension, Baby is an iPad kid {saw this head-cannon and I loved it}

Synopsis: You finally made it to Korea, in your dream apartment and neighborhood. You decide to get to know your environment better than you do now when you meet them, The Saja Boys. They were singing their debut song “Soda Pop”, you watched for a little bit before continuing on your way, slowly forgetting about the performance. You finished your day by reading in the park before noticing something was off…

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Korea wasn’t the first option but it always was an option. Living in America and just making it by wasn’t ideal but moving to another country wasn’t something you saw yourself doing but you never downplayed the idea

You spoke to your family and close friends, saying your goodbyes because you don’t think you’ll be coming back, but at least you have one of your closest friends Ji-yoo coming with you. His mother’s family comes from Korea but his father was American, he wanted to come with you because he wanted to be closer to the other side of his family. 

The trip to Korea wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was kinda enjoyable, but getting settled in was the problem. You managed to find an apartment before moving to Korea but the problem was you had to get to it and with no car it was going to be a trip. 

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You finished moving into your apartment, it took a good while because most of the stuff you wanted needed to be shipped, but the apartment is finally yours’ 

You wanted to take a walk when you get a call, you look for your phone and end up finding it and picking up 

“Hello?” 

“Why are you speaking to me like you don’t know who’d be calling you this early?” 

“Hi Ji what do you want?” you ask, trying to find your purse to complete your outfit 

“You remember our little date plan right?” he ask with a slight attitude

“Yes I wouldn’t dare to forget, I’m going out right now to get some food to make.” you say, rolling your eyes at his attitude 

“Yea you better, because knowing you if I hadn’t called you would’ve forgotten.” he said as you hear a car door slamming in the background 

“Where are you right now?” you ask before rushing to your window and seeing him leaning on the side of his car

“Why the hell are you outside my apartment right now…” you ask him as you stare him down from your window 

“Girl stop talking and get your ass down here so we can go get this food.” he replied before looking up into your apartment building and flipping you off. You repeat the action back before finally putting your shoes on and walking to the elevator. 

You meet Ji-yoo at the front before he practically tackles you into a hug 

“You take too long, you know that?” he ask before letting go of you and fixing your frizzy hair, you roll your eyes before responding 

“Let's not talk about who’s taking too long because last time I checked, last dinner date we planned it took you almost 2 hours to even make it to my house…” you say looking at him annoyed 

“We turned a new leaf [✮], we don’t talk about the past.” he said snarky before walking away towards his car. 

You just huffed before making your way towards him, waiting for him to get what he needed from the car. You guys started walking towards the convenient store before you heard and saw a crowd of people, looking around you and Ji-yoo started making your way to the crowd when you heard it 

The Saja boys. That’s what this little boy group was called, or so you assumed since that’s what people were screaming. You watch their performance and for the most part they’re pretty good, but something in you was pushing you closer to them, pushing you to speak to them. You shove that feeling away and continue to watch, humming some of the parts that repeat itself. 

You try to find Ji-yoo before seeing him standing on the other side, practically salivating at the boys. You rolled your eyes before trying to shove your way through the crowd to make it to him, you almost made it when you saw him, or more so he saw you. One of the boys made direct eye contact with you, and he was holding it for a long time. It made you nervous, but you couldn’t look away. 

It felt like hours of just you and him staring at each other, before Ji-yoo snapped you out of it. 

“Come on before we get distracted again.” he said before pulling you out of the crowd and making it to the store. 

“Ji, was it me or was that boy staring mad hard at me?” you ask him before putting some ramen and kimbap into your basket

“No, I noticed but maybe it’s just that idol boy charm, probably nothing much really.” he said before he walked away 

You shake your head agreeing but there’s something in you telling you it was more than just that, that it wasn’t just an idol boy look, he looked like he was trying to find out something about you, like you stole money from him and he wanted to make sure it was you.  

You just shake away that feeling and continue with your shopping, getting snacks that you and Ji plan on scoffing down once you make it home 

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 On the other side of the city were the Saja Boys, they had just finished their debut performance before making it back to their apartment but something had been on Romance’s mind for hours and he just couldn’t shake it off. He finally build up the courage and asked 

“Was it only me, but did y’all feel her there too?” he asked before looking around the room at the boys 

Jinu huffs, “I did, but it was probably just nothing.” he replied shaking his head, but he knows deep down it wasn’t just nothing 

“No it wasn’t just nothing, I felt her and something’s telling me I saw her too.” Romance replied, huffing slightly at Jinu ignoring what he said 

“He’s right Jin, I felt her too.” Abby finally spoke up before looking up from his phone over to the two boys, while the other two were in their own world 

Baby laughed slightly before speaking up, “I found her, y’all are just useless.” He huffed before shoving his ipad into Romance’s arms. It was your instagram, it had nearly every picture you’ve ever taken, pictures of you and Ji-yoo, your family, and even you moving to Korea. 

“YES! That’s her, that’s who I saw, I bet you that’s who Gwi-ma was talking about!” Romance jumped up before shoving the Ipad into Jinu’s arms,

 “SEE LOOK FOR YOURSELF!!” he said, before dancing, feeling like he proved a point, just then Jinu looked at the Ipad and felt his heart pang even more than it already was, it was really you. 

“Now are we all just gonna sit here and do nothing, because I found her address…” Baby said before continuing to drink out of some type of bottle. The rest of the boys looked at him before finally deciding to go out and look for you, their soulmate. 

You and Ji-yoo were having the best night ever, just watching movies and eating the snack y’all brought earlier but it was getting late and he had work the next day. You lead Ji-yoo out to his car before giving him a hug and letting him go on his way. 

It was slightly warm and nobody was outside so you decided to just sit down at a bench that was near a small pond by the side of your apartment building. You were there for a while, kittens were just roaming around before one jumped onto your lap while you pet it. 

It was calming, with a slight wind and somewhat chilly air until you got this feeling, it was the same feeling you got when you were watching the Saja boys but this one felt different. It wasn’t that warm feeling anymore, it was more or so a feeling of being watched or even observed. 

This feeling never went away so you looked around, trying to find out where that feeling was coming from, but you found nothing. Not wanting to find out anymore you made your way back into your home, the little kitten that was on your lap followed you home. You’ll just keep in mind you’ll have to go shopping for your new companion. 

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The boys observed you, they watched how you pet the kittens around you, they watched how your body relaxed in the slight breeze that was around you. They loved everything about you and they weren’t willing to let that feeling go. 

“See, I told you it was her, just look at her.” Romance said with “heart eyes” as he followed your every movement

“I don’t believe it…” Jinu said looking stunned at your beauty 

“She’s…wow” Mystery mumbled to himself before leaning in closer from the corner to look at you better 

Baby and Abby were quiet, just looking and following the way you moved, slight obsession filled their eyes, they wanted to be closer, to have more of you. But before they could do anything everyone froze, as they watched you look around, slight fear on your face. That’s when they noticed you begin to leave, but Baby wasn’t going to let you go just yet. 

As you were making your way into your apartment building, baby followed right behind you, ignoring the constant protest from the others. He was silent, just following you until he saw you open your door and close it after the kitten that was following you got inside. That’s when he walked over to your closed door and took a picture of your apartment number. 

Some may call it stalking, but he’s just getting to know more about his soon to be lover. He finally makes it back outside before he was meant with four angry faces. 

“Why the hell would you follow her?” Romance said before grabbing Baby and pulling him into the rest of the boys as they surround him in a circle 

“What if you get caught then what?” Jinu said sternly before plucking Baby on the head 

“How were we supposed to help if someone saw you?” Abby said shaking his head before huffing 

Mystery stayed silent but by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy with what Baby did. Yes they wanted to get to know more about you and yes they might be a little obsessed with you, but following you home was a different topic. As the three boys continued to give Baby a stern talking that when he finally spoke up 

“Do you want her address or not? We can send her gifts now…” He said as he looked at the other boys, it took them a while to respond before Mystery spoke up 

“No gifts right now but soon.” He said before walking away, the boys followed after him 

“Do you really have her apartment number?” Abby asked as Baby pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of your apartment number. The other two looked at the photo and smiled, they finally found their soulmate, and they don’t plan on letting you go.

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Act up…

Pairing: Jermajesty x gf!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: smut, lil fluff?, Cockwarming, overstim, creampie, aftercare

In which Jermajesty gets tired of your attitude..

The silence in the house was loud, broken only by the aggressive tapping of plastic buttons and the muffled, chaotic chatter leaking out of Jermajesty’s headset. It was a rare day off, a stretch of time where the two of you were finally just home. No obligations, no traveling, just total freedom.

You had been looking forward to it all week, craving nothing more than your boyfriends undivided attention, but instead, you had spent the last five hours watching the back of his head. He was entirely locked into his PlayStation, completely tuned out from the rest of the world. And from you.

You had tried being nice. You walked into the room earlier, leaning against the edge of his desk just to see if he'd blink.

"Baby, you hungry?" you had asked.

"Yeah," he murmured, his thumb flying across the joystick.

"Want me to order some takeout?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to just throw a brick through the TV?"

"Yeah."

He hadn't even processed it. His eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw set in that sharp, focused line he got when he was playing with his brothers. You were completely invisible to him, a secondary thought to whatever match he was trying to win. The irritation that had been simmering in your chest all afternoon finally boiled over.

You didn't say another word. You stepped up right beside his gaming chair, reached out, and ripped the controller straight out of his grip.

Jermajesty’s hands gripped empty air. He froze, blinking in absolute bewilderment as you spun on your heel and marched right out of the room with the plastic controller clutched in your hand.

"Baby? What the fuck? What are you doing?"

You heard the heavy clatter of his headset hitting the desk. His deep voice echoed down the hallway as he followed you, his footsteps loud and impatient on the hardwood. You ignored him, going downstairs with your jaw clenched.

"Y/N. Where you going," he commanded, catching up to you at the bottom of the steps. He lunged forward, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you back, his other hand reaching for the controller. "I was in the middle of a session. Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm sick of playing second fucking choice to a video game, Jermajesty!" you snapped, violently wrenching your wrist out of his grip and pulling the controller out of his reach. "All you do is sit there. I ask to spend time with you, and it's always 'just one more minute,' and you know damn well you don't mean it. I'm tired of it."

He sucked his teeth, and rolled his eyes. "Bro, we are not doing this right now. Give it back. Let me just finish this one run and I promise we can do whatever you want. We can watch a movie, order food, whatever. Just let me finish."

"Oh, so it takes me stealing your game for you to actually look at me?" The hurt in your chest morphed into pure defiance. "You want it so bad? Here Take it."

You threw it. You hadn't meant to throw it *that* hard, but the adrenaline running through your veins took over.

Jermajesty ducked his head with effortless reflexes, and the controller sailed right past him, smashing violently against the hallway wall. It hit the floor with a loud crack, splitting open, the plastic buttons scattering across the floor. Silence descended on the hallway.

Jermajesty slowly looked down at the shattered plastic, then slowly looked back up at you. His eyes, usually relaxed and warm, had gone completely dark. The easygoing posture was gone, replaced by something predatory, and demanding. You realized instantly that you had fucked up.

You turned to bolt toward the living room, but you didn't even make it two steps. His arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet before you could even draw breath to scream. He hoisted you up, tossing you over his broad shoulder.

"Jermajesty! Put me down!" you gasped, your palms swatting fruitlessly against his back as he carried you back up the stairs.

He didn't say a single word. He carried you into the bedroom, set you down on your feet just long enough to turn the lock on the door with a definitive *click*, and then walked over to his gaming chair.

He reached down, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down past his hips, before sitting back down in the seat. He leaned back, his knees spread wide, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees turn to water.

"Get your ass over here," he growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "And take those shorts off."

The defiance you had felt downstairs evaporated into pure heat. You swallowed hard, taking a hesitant step toward him, standing right between his thighs. "Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"I don't want to hear it right now," he cut you off, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "Strip. Now."

With trembling fingers, you slid your shorts and panties down, stepping out of them until you were left in nothing but the oversized white tee of his that you had stolen earlier.

Jermajesty didn't hesitate. He grabbed your hips with both hands, his grip firm enough to leave marks, and lifted you up. He guided you down, lining you up with his dick before slowly, deliberately sinking you down onto his full length.

A ragged gasp tore from your throat, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the sheer fullness of him stretched you open. He let out a low, rough groan against your neck, his chest heaving.

"Stay right there," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He gave your thigh a firm, warning tap. "And don't make a single fucking sound."

To your absolute horror, Jermajesty spun his chair back toward the desk. He picked up his backup controller, slid his headset back over his ears, and unmuted his mic, acting as if he wasn't buried deep inside you.

"Yeah, I'm back," he said into the mic, his voice remarkably steady, though his breathing was just a fraction deeper than usual. "My fault. Had a little distraction."

You whimpered, your head dropping onto his shoulder. He was huge, filling you out completely, and the sensation of just resting on him while he sat completely still was driving you insane. Your muscles involuntarily pulsed around him, trying to find some sort of friction.

You felt Jermajesty tense beneath you, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips as you squeezed him.

"Y/N's just sitting with me," Jermajesty told his brother on the line, his tone smooth but dripping with an underlying condescension that was meant entirely for you.

He leaned his head sideways, pressing a lingering, biting kiss to your bare shoulder. "Apparently, I haven't been giving my baby enough attention today. Right, mama?"

You bit your lip, hot tears of frustration and arousal pricking your eyes. You needed to move.

The pressure in your lower stomach was building too fast. You experimentally hoisted your hips up an inch, trying to slide against him, but Jermajesty's hand instantly came down in a sharp, stinging smack against your bare ass.

The sound cracked through the room. You let out a loud cry, completely forgetting the headset.

Jermajesty shifted his mic up, leaning his lips directly against your ear. "What did I tell you about being still?" he whispered darkly.

"Please," you breathed, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. "Jer, I can't... it's too much."

"You're doing great for me. Just hold it," he murmured, his tone shifting into a cruel, sweet praise that only made your head spin faster.

He went back to the game, his legs beginning to bounce slightly as the match intensified. The subtle, vibrating motion bounced his tip directly against your sweetest spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curling as you buried your face in his neck, trying to suffocate the whimpers tearing out of you.

"Yo, is she good?" a voice chuckled through his headset. You recognized it instantly—it was Randy. The realization that his brother was on the other end of the line while you were quite literally attached to Jermajesty made your face burn with a mix of shame and intense pleasure.

"Yeah, she's fine," Jermajesty replied, his voice laced with a dark amusement you could feel vibrating in his chest. "Her stomach's just turning. She's pretty full right now."

You wanted to die. Before you could even process the tease, Jermajesty decided to punish you further. While keeping his hands firmly on the controller, he began to subtly tilt his pelvis, delivering agonizingly slow, shallow thrusts into you from below.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby," he taunted softly, his eyes still locked on the television screen as his thumbs worked the joysticks. "I'm right here."

You couldn't take it. Your mind was turning to mush, your body completely at the mercy of his slow, torturous pace. He was nearing the end of the match, his movements getting a little more frantic as he tried to secure the win.

"Hold onto my shoulders," he ordered suddenly.

You obeyed instantly, throwing your arms around his neck. In one powerful movement, Jermajesty stood up straight from the chair, lifting your entire weight with him. He braced your thighs against his hips, his breath catching as he began to ram up into you with heavy, unrestricted force, still trying to play with one hand. A loud, broken moan escaped you, completely unmuted.

"Alright, bro, I'm out. I gotta check on her," Jermajesty grunted into the mic. He didn't even wait for a reply; he reached over, slammed the power button on the console, and tossed his headset onto the desk. The room fell into absolute silence, save for your ragged breathing.

He walked over to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress before pushing your knees all the way back to your chest. He looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning. "You've got a stubborn ass head, you know that?"

He leaned down, pressing a rough, possessive kiss to your lips. "Don't you cum till I tell you to."

He dove back into you, his pace agonizingly slow but incredibly deep. Every single stroke felt like it was hitting your spine. Your mouth hung open, your brain completely short-circuiting. You tried to pull away to lessen the intensity,

but Jermajesty growled, his hand wrapping firmly around your throat—not cutting off your air, but pinning you down, forcing you to take every single inch.

"Daddy, please I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" you sobbed, overstimulated and completely undone.

"Hold it," he demanded, his voice low and vibrating against your ear. "Don't do it."

But it was too late. Two heavy, brutal thrusts later, your walls spasmed violently. A loud, high-pitched wail tore from your throat as a massive, shattering orgasm ripped through you, coating him completely. Your body went entirely limp against the sheets.

Jermajesty pulled out with a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he laid back against the pillows, propping his hands behind his head. He looked over at you, completely unbothered, a smug smirk resting on his lips. He patted his thigh.

"Get up here."

"I can't... my legs," you whined, your vision blurry.

"Too bad. Should've kept that attitude under control downstairs. Come here."

You crawled over to him, your body shaking as you straddled his lap once more. Jermajesty gripped your waist, helping you lift yourself up before sliding you back down onto him. You began to slowly ride him, your movements lazy and uncoordinated, but he didn't mind. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your rhythm.

"Mhm... good girl," he praised, his voice softening into that warm, affectionate tone you loved. "Just like that."

When your legs finally gave out completely,

Jermajesty caught you, pulling you into a crushing bear hug. He flipped you beneath him, burying his face in your neck as he took over the pace, delivering heavy, grounding thrusts that had you seeing stars all over again.

"You sorry, baby?" he murmured against your skin, a heavy smack landing against your thigh.

"Yes, Jermajesty," you gasped.

*Smack.*

"That's not my name What is it?"

"I'm sorry... Daddy," you sobbed out, completely surrendered.

"That's my girl. You love me?"

"I love you so much," you cried, your hands clutching at his tight curls.

"I love you too, baby girl."

He caught your jaw, pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss. Your body tightened one last time, pulling another ragged orgasm from you just as Jermajesty let out a low groan, locking his hips against yours as he filled you with his own.

He didn’t say anything right away. He just pulled you in close, tucking your head right under his chin while his chest heaved against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath. His fingers tangled gently in your hair, and just stayed like that for a minute, pressing a couple of soft, lingering kisses into the top of your head while he waited for your racing heartbeat to finally slow down.

"I'm gonna pull out, okay?" a breathless whisper brushed against your ear. You managed a weak nod against his chest.

Firm hands gripped your hips, slowly lifting and settling your weight onto the soft mattress. Your eyes fluttered shut, your brain desperately trying to come back to reality while his eyes studied your face, making sure you were okay.

A warm palm rubbed soothing circles over your stomach, followed by a trail of tender kisses that started on your cheek, moved down the column of your neck, and mapped the length of your torso before finally reaching your leaking warmth.

Your heavy, exhausted legs were hooked over broad shoulders, and a soft gasp left your lips as his mouth found your sensitive clit. Thumbs spread your outer folds wide open, exposing you completely as he devoured you.

You whined, completely overstimulated, fingers reaching down to grip tight curls as that familiar, tight knot coiled in your stomach all over again.

"Baby..." you moaned, instinctively trying to close your thighs around his head to make the pressure stop.

Instead, large hands clamped onto your inner thighs, pinning your legs wide as the pace of his tongue quickened, pushing you right back over the edge. Looking down through half-lidded eyes, you caught him staring right back up at you.

"Mhm."

A shattered cry tore from your throat as you came all over his face. Jermajesty lapped up every drop of your release before pulling away, leaning up to press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips while his hands gently caressed your sensitive, trembling body.

Jermajesty sputtered, coughing and wiping his face while you burst out laughing.

"You tired, mama?" he murmured. You could only manage a lazy, drained nod, completely out of words.

"Mhm, I bet. Let me go get the water started."

Before long, Jermajesty came back into the room, scooped your limp body up into his arms, and carried you into the bathroom where a warm, bubble-filled tub was waiting. He gently lowered your aching body into the water, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart while his large, wet hands rubbed soothing circles into your stomach.

"Hey," he murmured softly, kissing the side of your head. "I know sex isn't an apology. I really am sorry, baby. I shouldn't have been ignoring you like that all day. I never want you to feel like you come second to anything. If I get like that again... you can just slap me."

You let out a weak giggle, looking up at him over your shoulder. "Apology accepted. I'm not going to hit you. It's bad enough I broke your controller... I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new one."

Jermajesty smirked, "Don't worry about it. I've got like five backups in the closet. Besides... I got my get-back by breaking you. So we're even." He puckered his lips, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Instead of giving it to him, you scooped up a handful of bubbles and smeared them right across his mouth.

"Oh, okay," he growled playfully, a dangerous spark returning to his eyes as he gripped your waist under the water. ""Oh you wanna get fucked up again don't you?"

synopsis : whoever x cake..hybrid(?) reader meet in a love hotel

word count : 3.6k ish

cw : 18+ mdni!, smut, hyper fem!reader, grumpy x sunshine ?, uhmm.. idk how to tag this but reader is a pastry come to life. think a slimegirl but cake (cüm is actual icing, nips taste like strawberries, reader is literally made out of strawberry shortcake), foodplay, messy oral (f + m receiving), teasing, riding, protected p in v, praise, nipple play, age gap(m is implied at being older), reader sorta has a bimbo personality and is implied to be an escort kinda, chubby!reader, petnames (sir, mister, sugar, doll, baby), no use of y/n

a/n: this lowkey dont make sense but its very sillyyy. have you ever experienced gender envy from looking at a pastry? just me? ok </3 ik love hotels r not like this irl, this is just funnn <3

wrote this as a gift to myself, happy birthday to mee (◕ᴗ◕✿)

divider cred @/suupersonic @/chrissiren

he's exhausted, bone tired from sitting on an uncomfy cushion for so long. his back aches, the company paid plane ride was too long, seats too small, bottled water too expensive. hopefully this hotel is better.

after barely getting a foot through the door, he sets his belongings aside in his room with an unceremonious plop, undoes his tie, steps out of his shoes, and face plants onto the mattress.

either these are the softest sheets in the world or he's just that delirious. could pass out like this, slouched on the bed face first if it didn't hurt his back.

god he needs to retire. and something to eat. his stomach is growling loud enough to echo in his ears.

moving slow as a snail, he sits up on the bed and decides to call room service. after a few rings, the front desk picks up, an older lady asking what he'd like. literally anything would be appetizing right now, so he grumbles a "something filling. surprise me."

she asks for his room number, tells him it'll be up soon, before setting the phone back on the ringer.

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