#first smut

Summary: Seeing you at one of the DSO galas after being apart for so long has made Leon weaker than ever. Now he just wants to kiss you and maybe.. more?

NSFW: reader being in her mid to late 30s, angst, yearning Leon, heated make out session, He eats you out, protected v in p, small aftercare

Word count: 2.6k

Note: MY VERY FIRST NSFW! And of course it's for my goat Leon. This was written yesterday so nothing about Requiem is in here.. except DILF Leon ofc.

I was listening to these goated MJ songs while writing. If you don't wanna listen to it that's fine as well! This is part of @rednnedy's 9DaystoRequiem event :) hope it's worthy

It had been a year or two since Leon had last seen you. After breaking up with you, he had decided to be transferred to another state. Make it easier for both of you.

Leon thought he was over you, but seeing you in that black spaghetti strapped dress with that open back that hugged your hips tighter than your legs around his waist.. Wow.

The hold on his own champagne glass tightened while the voices of the people who tried to talk to him grew quieter. In his world it was just you who was radiating brighter than any star up in the sky.

Being invited to an DSO gala after defeating a BOW back in Texas maybe wasn't as bad as he thought. Leon shouldn't feel so happy about seeing you, he should feel reserved. Mad. Angry. Upset. But not at you, never you.

“Mister Kennedy?”

The voice of an older gentleman who was asking him about the BOW, that made the gala even possible, rips him from his thoughts. So many people surrounded him, which he hated more than he wanted to let on. Everyone wanted to know how he did his job.

“How did you defeat such a big monster, Mister Kennedy?”

Leon rolls his eyes behind his eyelids, thinking of something witty to say. He raises his glass, opening his mouth to respond.

“You just have to hit it a few times and it does what you want it to. Just like us. Now if you'll excuse me.”

Leon sets down his champagne glass on the next waiter's tray, turning to walk away. But there you were. Standing in front of him with those eyes staring up at him like you owned him. And oh you did. You owned his heart the moment you walked into his life.

Any words die on his lips as he tries to react in any way, shape or form.

He had missed everything about you. The way your smile blinded him every time he looked at you, your hair that framed everything perfectly like a walking painting painted by Picasso himself, or your voice that was the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

But that's something Leon couldn't go through with. He couldn't be with you. He couldn't love you like he wanted to.

You were too good for him. Young, beautiful and so full of life. A life that would soon be sucked the energy out of, because your line of work as an federal agent didn't make it any easier for you. Having worked with Hunnigan, who you learned all the things from that an agent behind the speaker had to know.

Leon was glad you didn't work directly with the BOWs, but hearing people dying and not being able to properly help was just as traumatizing.

“O-Oh, hello.. Hi.. uhm,” he stutters out like a silly teenage boy with an even sillier crush, something that was out of character for him.

You only smile up at him with a cold expression, staring as if you could look right through him.

“Good job, Mister Kennedy. I've heard about Texas.”

This emotionless way you talked to him and this look in your eyes as if you regarded a stranger made him mad. Mad at himself. Mad at ending things. But he knew it had to be done to protect you. Leon knew if he went further then maybe you'd become a field agent as well and die while protecting others. Protecting him. He wouldn't be able to live with having been the cause for someone's death, let alone the love of his life.

You were good hearted and even got yourself a bullet once when someone tried to get to Leon. Never again. That was the boiling point and why he had broken up with you. Sweet, kind you.

“Yeah I-I..,” Leon continued to stumble over his words, thinking of the future you both couldn't have. A future he wouldn't let you have with him.

People were staring, wondering who this beautiful young lady was and why she was talking to him, Leon S Kennedy, the man who saved the president's daughter all these decades ago.

Leon clears his throat, looking around for an escape plan which also includes you. He so desperately wanted to talk to you and even more touch you. Mostly hug you and kiss you until his lips hurt.

When he looks back up you were already starting to turn away, probably not wanting to wait any longer on words that wouldn't come. Leon just watches you leave, an old heart aching for you. For someone way younger than him, with a few more cares in the world that he long left behind.

No.

Leon couldn't just give you up.

That mission back in Texas, which nearly cost him his life, made him see how many things he's been neglecting, how many kisses he's stopped giving and receiving all that time ago.

His feet start moving before he could think,wanting to be near you and love you like he used to. Hold you. Kiss you. Make love to you.

The fabric of that damned dress disappears behind a corner, which he rounds like a racing car trying to win first place. Without even noticing he's started to run, run faster than he ever had before. Funny how this man had dealt with monsters with tentacles as heads, a massive guy with a fedora and even a naked woman trying to kill her sister. Not once has he run this fast for those kinds of things, but for you?

Always.

And then when he finally was a few steps behind you and you had stopped, clearly noticing someone following you hot on your trail. Slowly your head looks back, muscles tense from thinking of bolting right then and there.

When your eyes locked the most desperate and yearning blues stared back at you. He wanted you. Leon S Kennedy wanted you so bad his expression looked like he was about to burst out into tears.

“Leon..”

Without waiting for what you wanted to say, he had backed you up against the nearest wall with his tongue down your throat. And you let him. You let him kiss you like a man being denied water and food at the same time. A starving man.

After a few moments he pulls away, studying your face for any discomfort. His eyes moved down to the floor, clearly embarrassed at what just happened.

“I'm not very good at this.”

You cut him off with your hands on the back of his head, pulling him back into another heated yet slower kiss. Fingers pulled at his hair strands, gentle yet demanding.

His lips tasted like champagne and something you couldn't quite recognize. Whatever, kissing him felt right for once. Right and wrong at the same time.

His gloved hand moves down to your neck, rubbing it up to your jaw and back down to your shoulder. Your own shaky hand comes up to slowly take off the leather, heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

As your eyes move back up you can see Leon just watching you with glassy eyes and a soft smile, impossibly smitten. His gaze drops down to your lips and back up to you. Moments later you were back to snogging, the heat between your legs growing so fast that you were already near the brink of ecstasy.

What did it for you was his knee between your legs, keeping you even closer to his body, that was radiating heat more than the sun itself.

After a few more kisses you completely break apart from his lips, a string of saliva keeping you both connected besides his arms engulfing you.

Your breath was labored but you could still talk loud enough for him to understand:”Let's get to my room. More privacy..”

One thing was good about this gala besides you both reuniting of course. It was that the whole thing takes place in a hotel with your own bedrooms. Privacy.

You lead Leon into an elevator, where he backs you up against the mirror, kissing and nibbling at your neck while you rut your hips against his leg, trying to get some friction.

The wetness between your legs grow as Leon let's out a moan right beside your ear, the buldge in his pants pressing against your stomach.

“That's..” he rubs his clothed erection all over your stomach to get it to stop hurting so bad, “.. what you do to me, baby. I need you.”

Your hand immediately moves down to knead through his pants, making him moan like a cat in heat. Immediately you shut him up by kissing him, still keeping your movements the same to bring him the pleasure he needed most.

When the elevator door opens you push him off of you, taking his hand to lead him further down the hallway to your room tucked away in the most reserved spot.

The second you unlock the door he slams it shut, making sure it's locked once more, to kiss you again. The kiss was rougher and way more demanding than the last few ones he gave you. One of his hands gripping your neck in a chokehold without squeezing too tightly.

Right now it felt like heaven, kissing the man you loved once again after such a long time apart and probably spending the best night in a while with him.

You let out a gasp as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you without once breaking the kiss. The way his strong hold on you never wavers turns you on more than you'd like to admit, your panties already soaking wetter and wetter by seconds.

Just when you least expect it you feel the softness of your bed under your back, but the smell of the fresh fabric softener doesn't last long as Leon gets down on his knees between your legs. He slowly takes off your heels, hands massaging your tired feet.

You let out a quiet moan as he kisses every toe, the gruff of his beard tickling them just right. His mouth moves just up his calves, ending where your dress kept whatever was under it hidden.

You sit up a bit, supporting your weight with your elbows. The yearning was written all over his face, watching you. His mouth opens to say something, but you use your fingers to brush over his lips and he immediately kisses the skin and sucks on your didgets.

You take his hands and move them to your thighs, spreading your legs after pushing up your dress. His fingers hook on the waistband of your panties, looking back up at you to make sure you want this. Want him.

You nod. You just nod, smiling and spreading your legs further.

In seconds your panties are off and his face between your legs, drinking every juice that drips out of you. The way his tongue moved in and out of your hole, making that feeling in your lower stomach grow bigger just like your moans. You cover your mouth to keep quiet, but Leon pries it off of you, moving his fingers into your mouth like you did earlier with him.

“L-Leon.. Ah!”

His nose moves over your clit, making your orgasm move closer and closer. His tounge starts to flick over every part of your pussy, stimulating you for whatever came after.

The whole room was filled with your moans, Leon's groans and his slurping. Your legs close around his head, hips rocking against his face as you felt yourself dangle near the brink.

But just as you come apart with him between your legs,he just stops. Stops doing what he was doing. All you hear is his exhale and his belt opening and falling to the ground.

Leon suddenly hovers over you, kissing you to make you taste yourself. Then he whispers in your ear..

“I won't let you get away twice, Baby.. Let me make you feel good, yeah? Can I?”

Once again you nod, legs spread in the air for him to take his place inside of you.

A loud moan escapes you as only the tip moves inside you, rubbing all over to prepare himself.

“You have a condom?”

“N-Nightstand..”

He fishes out what he wants and open the wrapping with his teeth, rolling the condom over his hard cock. Before you knew it he was buried deep inside you, him moaning louder than you.

When he starts to move it, it's slowly. Slowly and carefully to not overexert you in any way. His hand moves down where you need it the most, rubbing over your swollen clit. The pressure of his thumb on it makes you moan loudly, which is swallowed by his mouth that needed to quieten himself more than you.

Slowly he starts to move faster, your legs back around his waist. His other hand can't help getting one of your boobs into it, even though it was still covered by your dress and bra. His mouth bites at your clothed nipple, gaining a whimper that makes him rock his hips faster and faster.

Soon the skin slapping from his cock against your pussy fills your entire space, the moaning overtaking it.

Moaning turns into gasps which turns into whimpers, your back arching into his touch. The way your body jerks at how fast he was going makes you think you werent gonna last any longer.

And you don't.

You come apart in his arms, body going slack the moment Leon also comes, painting the condom white with his cum. He pulls out, immediately going to throw away the used wrapper.

When he returns, he cleans you up with a wet towel, which he seemingly had done to himself already in the bathroom.

Once both of you were cleaned up he gets back into your bed, letting you cuddle on his chest. Your hand brushes over his shirt. Just now you had noticed nothing except your panties and his belt were completely taken off. He caresses the side of your waist he was holding, kissing your forehead while doing so.

“You did so good.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why break up with me just so you can come back to fuck me?”

That makes him swallow down his words, hand stopping his caressing to think for a moment.

Why did he leave you?

“Was it for your job?”

“Yes.”

You try to sit up, but Leon keeps you tightly nuzzled against him.

“It was for my job. My job is dangerous and I don't want you deciding to follow me onto the field. I don't want you to die because you worry for me.”

You look up at him, but he was just looking straight forward into nothingness. You knew what he meant, but that didn't mean that it made you any less hurt by the fact that he left you all that time ago.

“I love you. Fuck.. I love you more than anyone I've ever loved, angel.”

The breath you wanted to take gets stuck in your throat, eyes watering at his words.

“I love you too, Leon.”

That's when he finally smiles down at you, his rough hand moving up to your cheek, so gentle like he was handling glass.

He then kisses you again, softer and innocent. Nothing like the ones from earlier.

“You should get some rest.”

“Don't go again. Please..”

“I swear to you. I won't.”

cw: p in v, drunk bf, cheating (kinda), no protection

not proof read

a/n: in love with this song

y/n and malcolm know everything about each other.

yet, they haven’t spoken in 3 years

they meant everything to one another until her stupid boyfriend aaron came along.

he hated the way malcolm and y/n looked at one another, the passion visible in their eyes.

he would be furious to know that mac was her first everything. and he was just a pitiful second. so he took her away from him

“where the fuck were you?” he asked, aaron was obviously drunk. she could smell it on his breath.

y/n had only been grocery shopping.

“i was just shopping, where have you been?” she asked defensively. he slammed his hand down on the kitchen counter “i know your lying!”

she held up her bag from the store. “aaron the fuck is wrong with you?” she dropped the bags and walked out of his place. she didn’t care to look behind her.

she showed up to her best friends house, who was getting ready. “y/n? whats wrong?” y/n spoke “aaron , thats whats fucking wrong.”

“finally, i’ve been waiting for you to ditch this guy. now come get ready for this party with me?”

and the two girls did.

the party was loud, reeks of alcohol and sweat. it was her element. one of the many things aaron had taken away, aside from malcolm.

after 4 shots and giggling at random guys, one of them asked her to come hang with his friends.

“nah, i’ll pass.” she said.

“one my m’friends is asking for you though, says he knows you.”

she looked around the room and her eyes landed on.

malcolm fucking hobert

both of their pupils grew. “mac.”

“y/n, fuck. it’s really you.”

she nodded quickly “and it’s you. malcolm i can’t believe—“ he leads you out the room

he kisses you.

it all came back. the late nights, the secrets that only you both knew about one another, the feeling of each others bodies, the promises that they would make, the things were supposed to be.

her hands grasp his face and she goes on her toes as she gets more into the kiss. “fuckin..missed you.” he mumbled as he hid his face into her neck.

“missed you too..”

he lifted you up, bringing you to a room. plopping her on a bed “this okay?” y/n nodded fast “yes, please.”

“let me teach you what you forgot, yeah? or do you remember?”

“make me remember.”

say less, she walks over to him greedily anticipating that thick cock she hasn’t felt in a minute.

the moment she sits on it. it was like muscles memory.

the way she bounced on his cock so rhythmically , each time his balls slapped against her ass and she couldn’t get enough of it. “could he do this?” he flipped you over and immediately starting thrusting upwards to meet each downward slide “tell me you miss this.”

“i missed this.”

“louder.”

“i missed this!” she whined loudly

“good girl.” he gropes her breasts as he fucks into her deeper. making her tightly grab the sheets around them.

her body jolts with every thrust, each leading to her climax, the feeling of her walls fluttering around his dick makes him cum, thick white spilling inside of her.

his orgasm triggers hers “fuck..malcolm..” she moaned

he jolted his hips up so she gets every last drop. it felt so fucking right.

he gently lifted her with ease off his softening cock and wiped her down. slowly kissing her neck. it was perfect silence. aside from her and him breathing. “i wont leave this time.” she spoke softly.

“i know you wont”

💬A/n:. Sorry, I've been gone for so long. I finally moved out. I had a chance to finish this request. This is my first smut fanfic, so I am a little nervous. I hope you like it. Masterlist

🦝Summary: After an intense and possessive encounter, Unum’s restraint finally breaks, driven by jealousy and the need to reaffirm control. The moment is charged with obsession and dominance, as he demands your full attention and reminds you that you belong to him

☢️disclaimer: Gender neutral until sex scene, vaginal penetration, finger, oral sex, and a bit of hand bending. I think that is all

He was your husband, yet you were meant to be little more than a pet to him. At least, that was what Septem had told him.

Unum stood at the edge of the Garden, watching as you chased Shams and Noor through a meadow of wildflowers. Their laughter drifted through the air, light and unguarded. You moved among them like sunlight given form, skirts brushing petals, hair catching the glow of the afternoon.

For a moment—just a dangerous moment—Unum became a devotee.

His chest tightened painfully, as though the simple act of breathing had been stolen from him. He turned his gaze away, forcing his attention onto the children—creations born not of love, but of an experiment, a whim of godly desire. And yet, when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t divinity he felt.

It was their heartbeats. Intertwined with yours.

That was the only sound he wanted to hear.

He leaned back against a nearby tree, tossing an apple into the air and catching it with practiced ease. His thoughts spiraled, tightening around themselves. Each time you smiled, something sharp and unfamiliar stirred inside him—a craving so visceral it made his mouth water. Frustration simmered, hot and uncontrollable.

He didn’t understand it. He didn’t know when it began.

You were supposed to be a plaything—something his mother had given him. Something disposable. And yet the urge to devour you burned through him, even as he knew it would bring sorrow instead of satisfaction.

That knowledge only made it worse.

Then—

“Good afternoon, Unum. I’m here for the weekly check on the children.”

Septem appeared at his side. Unum offered him a cold glance. Once, Septem had been nothing more than a mild irritation. Lately, his presence scraped against something raw.

“Yes, I know,” Unum replied sharply. “You come every week. And you remember you agreed she would be present during the checkups.”

“Oh. Right. I remember,” Septem said with a smile that never reached his eyes—a warning wrapped in politeness.

Septem walked past him, moving toward you and the children. Too close.

Unum’s instinct screamed at him to intervene. His hand tightened, crushing the apple in his grip. Juice spilled down his fist, running along his wrist and arm. He glanced at the sticky golden trail, then slowly lifted his arm and licked it clean, his gaze never leaving you as you drifted farther away.

One thought burned through him, singular and absolute:

No one can have you. Only him.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴

𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

18+ 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐

You and Wally had only been dating for two months

but it never really felt like only two months.

The way you clicked together, the way you fell into each other’s lives so naturally, it almost felt like you’d been doing this forever. Sometimes, it even felt like being married already—sharing homes, routines, and stolen little moments.

You’d been over to his place a million times, curled up in his bed that carried his cologne so strongly you swore you could practically taste it on the air. And he’d been to your apartment just as often, laughing while he hovered at your side in the kitchen, helping you follow some TikTok recipe that never came out the way the video promised.

You loved him.

He loved you.

Simple as that.

And he never missed a chance to show you.

Whenever your make-outs got a little too heated, his nerves would always shine through. He’d pull back just long enough to leave a slick little string of saliva still connecting your mouths, his lips pink and his grin cheeky.

“Taste so good…” he’d murmur, thumb brushing your chin. Or sometimes, he’d breathe out, voice low, “You’re so good at this, babe…” before diving back in and swallowing your next laugh with another kiss.

The only thing really holding the two of you back…

Well—

was sex.

Sure, there were those late nights, 3AM texts when neither of you could sleep. Wally would always complain about how much he missed you—missed the way your perfume clung to his neck after you hugged him goodbye.

Those words alone made you grin in the dark, curling into your pillow as you typed back how much you missed him more—his curls, his warmth, the way they tickled your cheeks whenever he held you close.

But somehow, the texts would always… shift.

One minute, you were being cute. The next, your phone buzzed with a picture—Wally in his pajama pants, a very obvious tent straining against the fabric, followed by nothing but a sad face emoji.

Your cheeks would burn as nervous laughter bubbled up, thighs pressing together without you even realizing, heat pooling between your legs. Then came the videos—his hand sliding over his boxers, voice breaking in a breathy whisper that made your stomach flip,

“Miss you so much.”

You hadn’t really seen each other like that yet—not in person. Sexting was as far as it went.

But in real life? Wally was pure sweetness. A total angel. The kind of guy every girl dreamed of. He’d tug out his wallet before you could even reach into your purse, and he never let go of your hand on late-night walks through your neighborhood.

He was the best kind of trouble—gentle and golden-hearted in the daylight… but when the lights went out? Your phone always told a different story.

Saturday nights with Wally had become their own tradition.

Every weekend, like clockwork, he’d come over for what you two called a sleepover—face masks, scrolling through Instagram and roasting random reels, or watching those cheap old movies nobody had ever heard of. It was comfortable. Familiar. Yours.

But tonight felt different.

The moment Wally stepped into your apartment, it was like the air shifted—thicker, warmer, charged with something you couldn’t quite name.

He didn’t seem to notice—at least not in the same way. He swept you up in one of his big, bone-crushing hugs, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before peppering your face in smothering pecks, giggling between each one.

“Hey, babe!” he grinned, burying his nose into your hair and inhaling like he’d been starved of you. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“Wally!” you squealed, laughing as you squirmed in his arms. “Baby—stop, that tickles!”

You tugged him inside, shutting and locking the door as he finally set you down.

Wally dropped his backpack right away, the same one that was always stuffed full—snacks for later, DVDs he’d dug up from thrift stores, even a book or two he’d read aloud to you once you were both curled up and winding down.

It should’ve felt like every other Saturday.

But it didn’t

Wally trailed after you as you padded deeper into your apartment, the cozy space already alive with soft lighting and the hum of the TV in the background. It wasn’t loud, not distracting—just the kind of noise that made the place feel lived in. Warm. Safe.

“How was breakfast with Dick?” you asked as you dropped onto the couch.

Wally flopped down right beside you without hesitation, his arm slipping around your shoulders like muscle memory. His touch was casual, familiar—but the warmth of it made your chest tighten anyway.

“Soooo good, babe!” he grinned, throwing his head back dramatically. “We have to go sometime. Their orange juice is, like, otherworldly. Fresh squeezed. Sweet, tangy, basically nectar of the gods.”

You giggled at his over-the-top sigh as he closed his eyes, clearly still daydreaming about it.

“No drama from him?” you teased, shifting so you could look at him properly.

“Mmmm… no, not that I remember,” he murmured, opening his eyes again—only now, his gaze caught on yours. Or rather, on your lips. His words got quieter, his voice softer, like he was already half-distracted by the thought of kissing you.

“No?” you whispered, cupping his warm cheek. Neither of you dared look away, your eyes flickering down to each other’s mouths until it was inevitable—you leaned in, slow and careful, until your lips finally brushed against his.

It was familiar, and still it made your whole body spark.

You pulled back with a sly smile, whispering, “Smell good…”

Color bloomed over his cheeks instantly, and he laughed under his breath. “Thanks… took a shower before I left. Wanted to be ready for my girlfriend.”

That cheeky smile, the constellation of freckles across his face—you swore you’d never get tired of staring at him.

“Ready?” you echoed with a teasing smirk, trailing a finger down his chest. “Ready for what, Mr. West?”

You leaned back against the couch, feigning nonchalance, but Wally didn’t let up. His eyes—bright, hungry—followed every move you made, like he was hanging on the edge of a cliff and you were the one holding the rope.

“Ready to see you,” he whispered, voice low and rougher than usual.

Before you could reply, his hand wrapped gently around your wrist, lifting it to his lips. He pressed a kiss against your knuckles, soft and reverent—then another, higher up your arm. And another. Each kiss pulled him closer, his body leaning over yours until he was hovering, lips brushing your collarbone.

Your breath hitched.

He trailed upward slowly, deliberately, pressing kisses to your throat, the edge of your jaw. Every one left your skin hotter, your head lighter, until you swore the only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted more.

“You’re so warm…” Wally mumbled against your skin, his lips brushing your neck. The words sent a shiver down your spine, but his voice was so soft, so full of awe, it made you smile.

“And you smell so good. Like always,” he sighed, almost like he was drunk on you.

You laughed lightly, the sound bubbling out before you could stop it. His head lifted from the crook of your neck, and suddenly his face hovered over yours—so close, so unrelentingly present.

His eyes lingered.

Your hair spread perfectly against the cushion beneath you, like some kind of halo. Your lashes fluttered, long and soft, framing the way you looked up at him with wide eyes that begged without words. And your lips—slightly parted, still kissed-swollen—God, those lips were everything.

For a second, his thoughts were innocent. Gentle. Look at her. My beautiful girlfriend. How did I get this lucky?

Then reality hit him like a brick.

My beautiful girlfriend is giving me a total boner right now.

Heat rushed to his cheeks as fast as it did to the rest of him. His breath stuttered as he shifted, suddenly all too aware of how close your bodies were, how your thighs shifted ever so slightly beneath him.

“Babe…” he whispered, half a plea, half a warning to himself. His forehead pressed against yours like he was trying to ground himself, but the way his hips twitched made it obvious—self-control was a thin, fragile thread right now.

“Wally, wh—” Your words cut short when you felt it—the hard press against your thigh. Your breath hitched instantly.

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “’M sorry! I’m sorry!” he blurted, scrambling upright like he’d been caught committing a crime.

Before you could even process, he snatched up a throw pillow and dropped it on his lap, his movements quick and clumsy. His gaze locked stubbornly on the TV, as if the random sitcom rerun could save him from his embarrassment. His freckled cheeks were practically glowing, redder than his hair.

Your own lips curved before you could stop them, a giggle bubbling up and spilling out. You pressed your hand over your mouth, but it didn’t matter—he heard. He always heard.

Wally’s jaw tightened, and he finally dared a glance at you. Noticing the giggle. The smile. And yet he still pouted, brows furrowing.

What a loser, he thought bitterly. God, she’s laughing. I ruined the moment. Why can’t I just—

“Wals…” you said softly, still smiling, but now with a tilt of your head that was far more tender than mocking.

He tore his eyes away from you, face angled toward the TV again, as if ignoring you could erase what just happened.

But your giggle lingered in the air, warm and teasing, wrapping around him in a way that made his heart race even faster than before.

“That was kinda hot…” you whispered, leaning close enough that your lips brushed his ear.

Wally froze, his whole body locking up. Wait—what—hot?

His head snapped toward you instantly, green eyes wide, searching your face for any sign that you were teasing him. But there was nothing—no smirk, no joking glint. Just your soft, daring voice.

“You’re really big, Wals…” you added, your words feather-light but laced with heat.

He swore he felt the blood drain from his brain and rush straight to his cock, his lips parting as though he’d forgotten how to breathe. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, quivering.

“B-Babe…” he stammered, his voice cracking embarrassingly. His hands twitched at his sides, like he didn’t know whether to pull you closer or bury his face in the pillow on his lap.

He knew he was decent down there, sure—but hearing it from you, his gorgeous girlfriend, the one person who mattered most? It was enough to make his stomach flip and his boxers uncomfortably tight all over again.

“Want you to kiss me again, Wally…” you whispered, a soft whine coating your words as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

That was all it took. The pillow went flying to the floor, practically at the speed of light, before Wally’s hands were on your waist, tugging you into his lap. Your knees bracketed his sides, your chest flush with his, and his grip tightened on your hips until you sank down against him—against the very obvious, very hard problem straining beneath his boxers.

“You feel me, baby?” he groaned, his forehead falling to rest against yours, breath hot and uneven. His voice cracked at the edges, full of desperate honesty. “That’s what you do to me… always.”

There was no hiding now. No pillow. No shame. Just you, sitting pretty on his lap, making his whole body tremble with how badly he wanted you.

Was this it?

Was this finally the night? The night he got to feel you, all of you—the night he’d dreamed about a hundred times over?

God, he wasn’t some creep. He wasn’t a pervert. It wasn’t like that. He just loved you so much it ached. Loved you so much he craved every piece of you. Some nights he’d fist himself with your name on his tongue, picturing the way you’d sound when his mouth was buried between your thighs, imagining how sweet you’d taste on his tongue.

But this moment—the way you looked sitting on his lap, eyes blown wide, lips swollen, begging for him—this was the one he replayed in his head the most.

Because when you and Wally finally did this, he didn’t want it to be just fucking. He wanted it to be slow, steady—making love. He wanted to feel every single pulse and squeeze of you wrapped around him, wanted to memorize the way your body welcomed him in for the first time, until he couldn’t take it anymore and spilled inside you, whispering your name like it was holy.

And yeah… maybe he’d been carrying condoms in his backpack for weeks, just in case. Not because he wanted to rush you. But because in his heart, he knew—when the night finally came, he’d want to be ready for you.

His lips found yours again, kissing you soft and steady, tasting you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever have in his life. Nothing rushed, nothing sloppy—just careful, reverent, like he wanted this moment burned into his memory forever.

I mean, this was your first time together. Might as well make it unforgettable.

You leaned harder into him, your breasts pressing against his warm chest, and you swore you could feel his heart pounding through it. Each beat was frantic, wild, proof that this was just as much for him as it was for you.

God, those tits. The same ones he tried not to stare at during date nights, or in the mornings when you’d stretch under his sheets, the outline taunting him until he had to bite back groans. And now they were right here—pressed against him, his.

You shifted, hips rolling down against the hard length straining beneath his shorts, and the movement pulled a gasp from both of you. Heat pooled in your panties, wetter than you thought was even possible, while his cock brushed right over your clit—exactly where you needed him most.

“Wally…” you broke the kiss, breathless, eyes fluttering shut from the pressure between your thighs.

“Yeah?” he rasped, voice cracking with need. And God, the way his name slipped from your lips in that cute little whine—it damn near undid him. His grip on your hips tightened, knuckles going white, before he slid his hands down to cup your ass in those flimsy shorts you wore to bed.

“Wally!” you whined again, the sound high-pitched and needy, and his breath stuttered at how good it felt to hear you like this. On instinct—pure, reckless instinct—he gave your ass a firm smack.

You moaned, head falling forward against his shoulder, shocking even yourself.

Who was this man? And what the hell had he done with your sweet, bashful Wally West?

“I’m right here, baby… tell me what you need,” he whispered against the crook of your neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin, sending shivers straight to your core.

“Need you…” you whispered, breath shaky as you grabbed his hand—God, it looked so big compared to yours—and guided him under the band of your shorts. His fingertips brushed against your slick heat, and his jaw just about dropped.

“All for me?” he murmured, almost teasing, but his voice broke halfway through, like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. His green eyes snapped up to your face, and what he saw there—your parted lips, the way you were already trembling—was answer enough.

Your expression begged him to move. To do something. To not stop.

So he did.

Slow at first, careful, like he was memorizing every second. His fingers traced lazy circles over your clit, testing, learning, making you squirm in his lap.

“God…” he breathed, eyes fixed on you, watching the way your mouth fell open with every soft gasp, the way your hips rocked down against his hand like you couldn’t get enough. He swallowed hard, resisting the urge to speed up, because he wanted to do this right—wanted to learn you.

Your wetness coated his fingers as he moved, and he swore he’d never felt anything so perfect in his life.

“Baby… please. Let me take these off—please,” Wally whispered, voice wrecked, like he was begging for air. Your lashes fluttered as you nodded, the softest “please” falling from your lips.

That was it. That was all he needed.

He slid his hand out from your shorts, already missing the heat there, and helped guide you down flat against the couch cushions. His pulse was racing, his throat dry, because you—his girlfriend, his whole world—were spread out for him like something he’d dreamed about a hundred times.

He slid off the couch and onto his knees, hands trembling a little as he spread your thighs over his shoulders. He kissed your inner thigh first, soft, reverent, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you here. Then his grip tightened, thumbs digging into your warm skin like he needed to anchor himself.

Slowly, carefully, his hands skimmed up until they hooked the waistband of your shorts. His eyes flicked up to yours—checking, always checking—before he tugged them down, slow enough to make you squirm.

When they fell away, he sucked in a sharp breath.

Your panties were soaked. A dark, damp spot right in the center, proof that every whimper, every roll of your hips was all because of him.

He didn’t even wait for an answer before tossing your shorts somewhere—anywhere—and leaning down, pressing his mouth right against that perfect, wet patch. His tongue lapped through the fabric, and your hips jerked instantly, a gasp spilling from your lips.

“God, baby…” Wally groaned against you, already addicted to your taste even through the barrier. “You’re killing me here.”

He pulled his tongue away, and you couldn’t help the needy whine that slipped out.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry…” he whispered, voice low and wrecked as his fingers hooked into the band of your panties. His eyes flicked up to yours one more time—always needing that reassurance, always checking if you were okay.

You gave him a smile, soft and sure, even now. Even when you both knew what was about to happen.

Yup. You were everything he could ever dream of.

He slid the last barrier down, slow and reverent, until the fabric was gone and he was staring—actually staring—at the sight he’d imagined in every fantasy, every restless night with his hand wrapped around himself.

Holy. Shit.

Nothing in his life had ever looked more perfect than you spread open just for him.

And he couldn’t wait another second.

His mouth was on you instantly, lips wrapping around your soaked folds, tongue pressing deep like he was starving. The moment it hit, your back arched and your fingers tangled in his messy ginger curls, a cry slipping out of you before you could stop it.

Wally groaned into your cunt like he’d just tasted heaven, the sound vibrating against your clit. He pulled back for just a second, breathless, lips shining.

“Baby… you should’ve told me sooner you tasted this good,” he mumbled against you, already diving back in. “I mean, I knew—God, I knew you’d taste good, but fuck…”

Then he was gone again, kissing, sucking, making out with your pussy like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks shooting through you, building a heat you’d never felt before.

He stuck his tongue out wide, dragging it all over your folds with a sloppy, happy hum of “aaaah” like he was savoring the taste of his favorite meal. The sight of his stupid, adorable grin while he licked you nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.

This was his dream.

Yeah, he could definitely see forever with you—marriage, a home, a life together… and eating you out every single hour of every single day. He knew it already: he was addicted.

“Babeh… please cum on my tongue,” he mumbled, still flattened out against you, every word vibrating through your core. “Need it. Want you to need it…”

Then he was back at it—long laps of his tongue, wet and steady, before focusing in on your clit. Gentle sucks at first, teasing, pulling little gasps from your lips. But the second he felt you trembling under him, he picked up speed, sucking harder, faster, determined to push you over the edge.

Your hands fisted tight in his curls, tugging, grounding yourself as your body shook. “Wally—Wally! Gonna cum—f-fuck, Wally!”

That was all it took. You broke with a scream of his name, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard, release flooding against his tongue.

He groaned into it, eating you up, licking every bit like it was liquid gold. “So good,” he moaned, pulling back just far enough to give your swollen clit one last kiss, tender and worshipful. “So, so, sooo good…”

Wally finally pulled himself away from between your legs, chin slick, lips swollen. His chest was heaving like he’d just run a marathon, but his smile was wide and boyish as he crawled back up your body.

Before you could even catch your breath, his mouth was on yours, crashing into your lips with a hungry, sloppy kiss. You whimpered against him, tasting yourself on his tongue, and his groan rumbled deep in his chest.

“Mm—you taste that?” he mumbled against your lips, his voice all husky and wrecked. “So fuckin’ sweet. I knew you would be.” He licked back into your mouth, kissing you deeper, like he wanted to share every last drop.

His hands, shaking slightly from how bad he wanted you, slid under the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up slowly, giving you just enough time to stop him if you wanted, but your soft arch into his touch told him everything he needed.

Wally broke the kiss just long enough to drag the shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The sight made him freeze for half a second—your bare chest, perfect and soft and right there for him. His lips parted, pupils blown wide, and then he let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, almost reverent. “You’re… god, you’re perfect.”

His hands cupped your breasts like he’d been dying to do for forever, thumbs brushing across your nipples as his mouth found yours again—slower this time, but no less desperate.

“So nice and soft…” Wally murmured in awe, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as they hardened beneath his touch.

Fuck.

He couldn’t take it anymore—these stupid shorts had to go.

Reluctantly tearing himself from your chest, Wally yanked his own shirt over his head, curls bouncing as he tossed it to the side. He tugged down his shorts, and there it was again—that straining, desperate outline you’d seen in photos before, only now it was real, right in front of you.

“Shit…” he breathed, almost like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Then suddenly, with a blur of movement, he abandoned you on the couch and sped toward his backpack by the door. You laughed breathlessly as he scrambled through it like a madman before finally pulling out a golden wrapper.

“Sorry… sorry…” he mumbled, cheeks red, voice frantic but sweet as he zipped back to you.

You giggled softly, propped up on your elbows as he hooked his fingers in his waistband. “How long have you been planning this?”

Wally froze for a half-second, then flashed you a boyish, out-of-breath smile as he shoved his boxers down, freeing himself. His cock sprang up, flushed and dripping with precum at the tip. Your eyes widened, and he caught it.

“I wouldn’t call it planning…” he said between nervous laughs, tearing open the condom with trembling hands, “but I was definitely ready.”

He leaned down, kissing you sweetly, cupping your face in his big warm hands, skin-to-skin now as his chest pressed against yours.

“Daydreamed about this,” he whispered against your lips. “Every second, every moment. You’re so perfect.”

He gave a shaky sigh as he rolled the condom on, hissing softly at the pressure, his eyes never leaving yours. “Gonna make you feel so good… yeah, baby?”

You nodded quickly, pulling him in for another kiss, soft and lingering, while his hips shifted closer. You felt the blunt, leaking tip of him brush against your folds, and the both of you sucked in a breath at the same time.

“God…” Wally groaned, forehead pressing against yours. “You’re already so warm—so perfect for me.”

He moved slowly, carefully, sliding his tip against your slickness, coating himself with your arousal. Not rushing. Not yet. He wanted to remember this—how your thighs trembled against his hips, how your breath stuttered each time he nudged your clit.

With one last kiss against your lips, he eased forward, pushing past your entrance bit by bit.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, his voice soft and shaking, every ounce of him fighting not to move too fast.

Your nails dug lightly into his shoulders, a moan spilling from your lips as he stretched you so slowly, filling you inch by inch.

“That’s it…” Wally whispered, his jaw clenching as he pushed deeper. “Taking me so good, baby… so good.”

Once he was fully seated inside you, he stilled. Completely. His chest heaved as he looked down at you with a dazed, almost reverent expression.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing in the world. “I could stay right here forever.”

He stayed still for a long moment, letting you adjust, letting himself breathe through the overwhelming tightness that wrapped around him. His nose brushed yours, his lips ghosting soft kisses against your cheek, your jaw, your lips.

Then, finally, his hips rolled. Slow. Careful. Drawing almost all the way out before sliding back in just as gently.

“F–fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “You feel… so damn good, baby. So warm… so tight.”

Each thrust was deliberate, dragging against your walls in a way that made you whimper, and he couldn’t stop whispering between every breath.

“I love you—god, I love you so much.”

“Never letting you go. Ever.”

“You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

His lips found your neck, kissing and sucking softly, while his hands roamed your body—your waist, your thighs, back up to cup your breasts with adoration. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t chasing release. He was savoring.

Every time you moaned his name, he’d groan back like he could feel it in his bones.

“Say it again… please. Say my name again.”

And when you did—soft, breathless, needy—it made his hips stutter just slightly, before he slowed back down to that steady, loving pace.

“Yeah… just like that. God, I’m so in love with you.”

You swore—even with his cock buried deep inside you, moving slow and steady—he still gave you butterflies. The kind that fluttered in your stomach every time his lips brushed your ear, every time he whispered something so sweet it made your chest ache.

You were so in love with it.

So in love with him.

Everything felt perfect. The way his hands cupped your waist like you were fragile, like he needed to hold you close or risk losing you. The way his thumb smoothed absent little circles into your skin, grounding himself in you as much as he was driving you insane with every slow, deep roll of his hips.

His thrusts weren’t hurried, weren’t desperate—they were measured, savoring every inch of you like he wanted to memorize it. Every drag out. Every push back in that made your breath catch.

“God, you feel like heaven,” he whispered, lips pressing against your temple. “I don’t deserve you, but I swear I’m never letting you go.”

And the way he said it—raw, almost reverent—made your heart race faster than the steady rhythm of his body moving against yours.

With every deep roll, with every loving word, you felt yourself falling even harder for him.

His hips never faltered, slow and steady, rolling into you like he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to savor every single second of being inside you for the first time.

Your nails dragged gently down his back, not even meaning to, just following the rhythm of how good he made you feel. Each deep push had you gasping softly, each slow drag out left you aching to be filled again.

“Easy, baby…” Wally whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and shaky. “I want you to get there first. Need to see you cum on me before I even think about it.”

The words had your walls clenching tighter around him, making his jaw snap shut with a quiet groan. His thumb found your hipbone, squeezing like he was grounding himself, while his other hand slid down to lace with yours—tangled fingers pressed into the pillow above your head.

“You feel so good,” he kept whispering, his voice breaking just slightly with every push.

The slow grind of his hips angled just right, brushing deeper, dragging deliciously against the spot that made your thighs tremble. And he stayed there, rocking into it, patient and focused—every movement designed to build you higher, slowly, until your breaths came quicker and your soft whimpers filled the room.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, kissing along your jaw, savoring the way your body tightened around him. “Let it build, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

The coil in your stomach wound tighter with each careful thrust, each whispered praise. He wasn’t rushing—he wanted to watch you break apart, to feel it, to earn it.

Wally couldn’t look away.

The way he slid in and out of you had him dizzy, your folds parting so perfectly around him, clinging to him like you never wanted to let go. Every slow thrust coated him in more of your slick, the creamy ring forming thicker with every roll of his hips.

His chest rose and fell unevenly, lips parted as his eyes stayed locked on the place where you connected. The sight alone was enough to make his stomach clench, his pace falter for a second before he steadied himself again.

He dragged out every movement—deep, slow, savoring—just so he could keep watching, keep memorizing how your body welcomed him, how wet you were just for him.

he thought he’d never get tired of this view.

Each deep roll of his hips brushed that sweet spot inside you, making your breath hitch before tumbling into little gasps.

“Baby…” you whimpered, the sound breaking into something higher as he pressed deeper, staying buried just to feel you flutter around him.

“Yeah?” Wally’s voice was low, almost shaky, his eyes flicking between your face and the place he was sinking into you.

“F-feels so good,” you panted, voice growing louder, unable to hold it back as your body clenched around him.

Wally’s hand slid to your stomach, feeling the way your body pulled him in with every thrust. “That’s it…”

Your cries grew sharper, edging toward little screams, and he only whispered more, coaxing you through every wave.

“Let it out for me. Don’t hold it in—I wanna hear every sound. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”

His pace stayed steady, deep and slow, his forehead pressing to yours as you moaned louder and louder beneath him, your body trembling, your voice filling the room.

“Cum for me, baby… let me see it. Please.”

Your thighs shook, body clenching around him as the pressure finally snapped. The scream tore from your throat, your whole body arching beneath him as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

“That’s it—yes, yes—fuck, baby, that’s my girl,” Wally groaned, his voice breaking as he felt you pulse around him. “So beautiful—so good—keep going, let it all out.”

He held himself back, teeth gritted, hips trembling with the effort not to lose control. His hands cradled your face as he kissed you through it, swallowing your cries while his body stayed deep inside yours, letting you ride it all out.

“Love you so much,” he whispered against your lips, voice hoarse, “never felt anything like this—never want anyone but you.”

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, your voice raw as you gasped his name again and again, until you finally slumped back into the couch cushions, trembling, spent.

You were still shaking, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, your skin damp with sweat. Wally hovered over you, his lips brushing over your cheeks, your forehead, whispering little praises as if he couldn’t stop.

“You did so good, baby… god, you’re unreal,” he breathed, his hips still buried inside you, twitching as he tried to keep steady.

But the way your walls still fluttered around him, warm and wet from your release, made it impossible to hold on any longer. His whole body trembled above you, his jaw clenched tight as he kissed you desperately, like a man on the edge.

“Fuck—I can’t—I need—” he choked out against your lips, finally letting his hips roll faster, his restraint snapping.

You cupped his face with shaky hands, pulling him down into a deep kiss, moaning into his mouth as you felt him lose control inside you.

“Wally…” you whispered against his lips, voice hoarse but sure, “I want it...”

That was it. His forehead dropped to yours, his eyes squeezing shut as his thrusts stuttered, a guttural groan ripping from his throat

“Baby—oh my god—fuck—” his voice broke as his release hit him, spilling into the condom while his hips pressed flush to yours, holding you so tight like he never wanted to let you go.

Every pulse of his orgasm had him shaking, his arms trembling as he kept you pinned beneath him, his lips finding yours again and again.

When the waves finally subsided, he collapsed against you, chest pressed to yours, both of you sweaty and breathless. He let out a shaky laugh, kissing the side of your neck.

“Holy shit… that was…” he trailed off, still catching his breath, before pulling back just enough to look at you with soft, glassy eyes.

Wally stayed pressed against you for a long moment, his weight warm and grounding, his heartbeat still racing against your chest. Then he lifted his head just enough to kiss your cheek, your nose, your lips—peppering you in affection until you were giggling softly beneath him.

“Guess I should’ve taken you out to dinner after this,” he whispered, smirking as he brushed damp strands of hair from your forehead.

You rolled your eyes, still breathless, and smacked his bare shoulder. “Wally West… only you would try to make bad jokes right now.”

He grinned, freckles glowing with the faintest blush. “What? You love my bad jokes. Admit it.”

You sighed, pretending to be exasperated, though your smile gave you away.

He kissed you again, slower this time, and when he finally pulled away he was glowing with affection. “I love you,” he murmured. “Like… more than I can ever put into words. Even more than that fresh-squeezed orange juice.”

That made you laugh loud enough for him to bury his face against your neck, his shoulders shaking as he laughed with you.

But eventually, he let out a soft groan, hips shifting as he carefully, slowly pulled out of you. He hissed at the sensitivity, biting his lip before tossing the used condom into the nearby trash. His hands rubbed soothing circles into your hips and thighs, grounding you even as you whined at the sudden emptiness.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb across your lower stomach as if to check on you.

When you gave him a tired but happy nod, he leaned down to kiss your forehead once more. “Good… ‘cause you deserve nothing less than perfect.”

He carefully tugged your shirt back over you before climbing off the couch, his boxers lazily sliding back up his hips. “Stay put,” he ordered, still playful but gentle. “I’m gonna get a shower started for you. Warm water, soft towels, the whole shebang.”

You tilted your head, teasing, “Since when are you my personal butler?”

He shot you a crooked grin over his shoulder as he padded toward the bathroom. “Since the day I fell for you, babe. Comes with the boyfriend package.”

You couldn’t help but smile, watching him disappear down the hall, already hearing the faint sound of the shower turning on.

fighting over a controller turns into finally dealing with built-up tension you’ve both been ignoring ₊˚. wc: 3.1k

mdni, 18+

"you said i could play two rounds ago" you grumble, reaching for the controller still warm from connie's hands

he yanks it away with a dramatic gasp, like you’ve just committed the worst crime known to man. "liar" he accuses, pointing at you with the hand not currently strangling the poor controller. "i said maybe two rounds ago. maybe doesn’t mean yes"

you lunge for the controller again, fingers brushing against his wrist before he twists away with a laugh, that stupid, loud, snorting laugh that makes your stomach do something weird

“oh, you're gonna fight me for it?" connie grins, eyes bright with mischief, and before you can react, his free hand darts to your side, fingers digging into your ribs

"no—connIE—" you wheeze, trying to escape his fingers as they skate up your ribs, but he’s relentless, grinning like an idiot as you squirm

your elbow knocks into his shoulder, the controller clatters to the floor, and suddenly you’re both half-tangled on the couch, breathing hard

"cheater" you gasp, but he just laughs, shifting his weight, his knee slipping between your thighs, pressing there just long enough for your brain to short-circuit

his grin falters for half a second, just long enough for you to notice before he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath hitting your cheek

“what, scared now?" he murmurs, but his voice is lower than usual, rough around the edges. you swallow hard because yeah, maybe you are, but not in the way he thinks

his knee is still there, pressing just enough to make your pulse thud in your ears, and you can’t even pretend to focus on the controller anymore

you buck your hips against him without thinking, a sharp, reflexive jerk of your body and connie’s breath hitches, his knee pressing harder against you for a split second before his hands come up to frame your face

he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t make some dumb joke, just kisses you, messy and too hard at first, teeth clashing together before he adjusts, tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours properly

his hands are everywhere at once. tangled in your hair, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go

it’s too much and not enough, the heat of his mouth against yours sending sparks through your body. you bite his lower lip just to hear him groan, and he does, loud and unfiltered, the sound vibrating against your tongue. "fuck" he gasps when you pull back for air, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. "you’ve been thinkin’ about this too then, huh?"

"shut up" you mumble, but it comes out breathless, your fingers already curling into the fabric of his shirt, dragging him back in before he can say anything else. connie laughs against your mouth—still that same stupid, snorting laugh, but it's softer now, warmer, vibrating against your lips as you kiss him again, slower this time, more deliberate

his hands slide down to your hips, fingers gripping just enough to make you arch into him, and god, you can feel how hard he is already, the heat of him pressing against your thigh

he makes a choked-off sound before pulling you closer, rolling his hips against yours until your breath catches

"you—fuck—" he starts, but you cut him off by biting at his jaw, scraping your teeth down the rough stubble there just to hear him swear again. he does, loudly, his hands sliding under your shirt, palms warm and intense against your skin

his hands are impatient, tugging at your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he doesn’t get you bare right now

“off" he mutters against your mouth, fingers fumbling with the hem before you lift your arms to help, the fabric snagging for a second on your wrists before it’s gone, tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought

his palms slide up your ribs, thumbs brushing over the curve of your breasts through your bra, and you can’t help the way you inhale shakily, but connie just grins, his teeth catching your lower lip now

"knew you’d be pretty like this" he says, voice ragged, like he’s been thinking about it longer than he’d ever admit

"shut up" you repeat, but there’s no heat in it, not when his fingers are circling your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, not when he’s grinding against you in this slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your toes curl

connie doesn’t listen, of course, he never does, just ducks his head to mouth at your neck

"knew you’d sound like this too" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, and you can feel the way his lips curve into a smirk when you gasp

"all fuckin’—" his words cut off, a rough sound slipping out instead when you rock your hips up against his, your fingers twisting in his hair to drag his mouth back to yours

his hands are under your bra before you can even think to stop him, and you gasp when his thumbs brush over your nipples, hard already, just from the way he’s looking at you

connie doesn’t say anything, just watches your face as he pinches lightly, his breath stalls when you arch into his touch. “goddamn” he mutters, like he’s surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be this responsive, and then he’s kissing you again, sloppy and desperate, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your stomach twist

his hands are already tugging at your bra strap before you can even catch your breath, fingers fumbling with the clasp like he’s never done this before… which, knowing connie, might actually be true

“where the hell is—" he mutters, as he struggles with the hook, and you laugh despite yourself, despite the way your skin burns where his fingers brush against it

“here, idiot” you mumble, reaching back to undo it yourself, but he swats your hands away with a grunt "no, i got it, i got it" he insists, and then, miraculously—he does, the fabric loosening as the clasp gives way. he doesn’t even pause before he’s yanking it off you, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder with zero care, his hands immediately finding your bare skin like he’s been starving for it

you have no time to feel self-conscious before his mouth is on you, hot and insistent, his tongue swiping over your nipple in a way that makes your back arch off the couch

"holy shit" you gasp, as he sucks, hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just to hear you whine. he does it again, just to be an asshole, grinning against your chest when you jerk under him

"you’re such a—" you start, but your words melt into a moan when his hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants like he’s testing the waters

"such a what?" he teases, but his voice is unsteady, shaky, like he’s barely holding it together

your hands find the hem of his shirt next, tugging impatiently until he gets the hint and pulls it off in one swift motion, his chest warm and solid under your palms

you trace the lines of his abs, more defined than you’d expected, and connie preens under your touch, his grin smug even as his breath trembles when your fingers skim the waistband of his sweats "like what you see?" he jokes, but it comes out breathless, his hips twitching when you press your hand against the bulge there

"you’re so full of yourself" you mutter, but you’re already working the button of your own pants open, kicking them off along with your underwear

connie’s eyes drop between your legs, his throat working as he swallows hard. "damn" he breathes, like he’s genuinely surprised, like he hadn’t let himself imagine this part yet

his hands are on you before you can even process the fact that you’re completely bare under him, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh with this weird mix of hesitation and hunger, like he’s trying to be careful but can’t help how badly he wants to touch

"fuck" connie breathes again, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you can feel the way his whole body tenses when you shiver under his touch

his fingers inch higher, slow, like he’s giving you time to stop him, but you just spread your legs wider, your hips lifting off the couch in silent invitation

his fingers don’t hesitate after that, his touch a little clumsy, but so fucking eager it makes your stomach flip

“you—” he cuts himself off, voice cracking when you rock against his hand, his fingers slipping through the wetness there

“you’re already—” he tries again, but you cut him off by grabbing his wrist, dragging his fingers right where you want them, and the noise he makes is downright embarrassing

"can you be quiet and just—" you gasp when his fingers press inside, the stretch sudden but so good you can’t help but jolt into it

connie’s breath stutters against your neck, his free hand gripping your thigh "you are so wet" he mumbles, but it’s less a tease and more a shaky observation, his fingers curling experimentally just to hear you whine. he does it again immediately, like he can’t help himself, his thumb gliding back and forth over your clit in this erratic, uncoordinated way that shouldn’t feel as good as it does

you’re gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave marks and he hisses, sinking his teeth into your collarbone in retaliation

“ungh, connie—” you gasp, your voice breaking when his fingers turn just right, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit in a way that makes your vision blur

he’s watching your face like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, his breathing comes in short, uneven bursts

“you’re so—” he starts, but his words dissolve into a groan when you clench around his fingers, your thighs trembling around his wrist

"you're gonna kill me" connie pants, his fingers still fucking you, like he's chasing something, like he's determined to drag every sound out of you before you even realize you're making them

his thumb circles your clit again, too hard at first, then easing up when you gasp, adjusting to the pace of your hips, learning you in real time. your hand finds the waistband of his sweats, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to wrap around him, hot and heavy in your palm

his hips push into your hand before you can even properly stroke him, a ragged curse tearing from his throat as his fingers twitch inside you

“shit—wait, wait—” connie gasps, but he doesn’t pull away, his breath heavy and uneven. you can feel him trembling, his muscles tight with restraint, like he’s holding himself back from rutting into your grip like some desperate animal

“you gotta stop or i’m not gonna last” he admits, voice cracking embarrassingly, and the raw honesty of it makes your stomach flip

you don’t stop. you just tighten your grip and stroke him slow, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his hips twitch like he can’t help chasing your touch

“nnhg—fuck” connie mewls, high and broken, his fingers curling inside you. “you—you’re such a fuckin’—” he tries, but a broken sound slips from him when you thumb the head of his cock, smearing the wetness there in slow circles

his fingers pull out of you abruptly, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness, but before you can even protest, he’s yanking his sweats down past his hips, kicking them off with zero grace, his cock springing free, flushed and leaking

"wow" he breathes, staring down at you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look—spread out under him, chest heaving, thighs trembling

"you’re—so, you’re really—" but he doesn’t finish, just swears again under his breath, his hands sliding under your ass to hike your hips up level with him

"wait—" you gasp, but it’s too late, connie’s already pressing forward, the blunt head of his cock tracing your folds, slick and hot. he hesitates for half a second before he pushes himself in, slow but relentless

"oh my god" connie chokes out “you—holy shit, you feel so good” he manages, voice cracking. his hips drive forward without warning, burying himself fully inside you with an exhale that sounds punched out of him

“you’re so tight—” a strained sound catches in his throat when you squeeze yourself around him, your legs hooking around his waist to pull him deeper, and the noise he makes is downright sinful, his hips hitch like he’s already losing control

his hands glide up your sides, calloused fingers rough against your skin as he pulls back—just enough to tease—before driving back into you with a sharp snap of his hips that knocks the air from your lungs

“connie—” you gasp, nails biting into his shoulders, and he huffs at the sting, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he catches himself, his grip tightening on your waist

"yeah? like that?" he pants, and you can only nod, your throat too tight to form words when he does it again, harder this time, the angle just right to smash against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl

"yes, yes—like that" you manage to choke out, your voice cracking when connie’s hips snap forward again, the force of it jolting you up the couch a little. he doesn’t even pause to adjust, just hooks an arm under your waist to keep you in place

"nghhh—i can’t—" connie’s voice cracks, his hips pound against yours in short, frantic thrusts, the rhythm completely gone now. just desperate, eager snaps of his hips chasing his own pleasure

"you’re gonna—fuck, you’re gonna make me—" he chokes out, and then he’s coming with a ragged grunt, his whole body shuddering against you, his cock pulsing inside you in hot, uneven spurts

you don’t even realize you’re close until connie collapses against you, his hips still quivering with little aftershocks, fingers still gripping your thighs, and the way his cock throbs inside you—still buried deep, still pulsing weakly—sends a fresh wave of heat curling low in your stomach

“fuck” you gasp, pressing up into him, your hands scrambling for purchase against his sweat-slick back “connie—i’m still—”

his head jerks up at the sound of your voice, his dark eyes wide and hazy with pleasure, but the second he realizes what you’re saying… what you need—his expression sharpens, something almost predatory flashing across his face

“shit, really?” he breathes, his voice wrecked, but he’s already shifting, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tight “okay—okay, i got you” he mumbles, like he’s talking to himself more than you as he pulls out slow, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that makes you dizzy

the second he’s fully out of you, connie’s mouth is on you—no hesitation, no teasing, just hot, wet suction right over your clit, his tongue licking into you like he’s starving. you gasp, your hips jerking off the couch at the sudden contact, but his hands hold you down as he works you over with his mouth. “ungh—yes—!” you choke out, as he hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine

his tongue is merciless—flat and hot against your clit one second, pointed and insistent the next, like he’s trying to figure out what makes you gasp the loudest. and fuck, it’s working, because you’re writhing under him, your thighs shaking around his ears, your fingers tugging at his hair like you can’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer

connie doesn’t seem to care either way. “fuck, you taste—” he starts, but the words blur into a muffled curse when you buck against his mouth, your back arching off the couch

"conn—connie—" you gasp, his name fracturing into a moan when his fingers join his mouth, two slipping inside you with zero warning, curling just right, his tongue lapping at you like he’s addicted

“i’m gonna—" you try, but the words fall apart into a whimper when his thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers pump inside you, desperate and impatient

"i'm close—fuck, i'm close—" you gasp, your voice cracking on the words, and connie doesn't even lift his head, just doubles down—his fingers curling harder, his mouth sucking your clit like he's trying to drink you in. it's too much, it's everything, and when your orgasm hits, it rips through you like lightning—sharp and sudden, your whole body jerking under his hands as you cry out

his mouth stays on you through the whole thing. the shuddering aftershocks, the way your hips move uncontrollably, the way your fingers tighten in his hair hard enough to hurt. he doesn’t pull back until you’re gasping, oversensitive, and your whole body trembles, and even then, he only lifts his head far enough to grin up at you, his chin glistening with you

“fuck” he breathes, voice hoarse, like he’s the one who just got his brains fucked out “that was—holy shit”

your chest is still heaving when connie finally collapses next to you, his skin sticky with sweat where it presses against yours. the couch is a mess—controller long forgotten on the floor, your clothes strewn somewhere near the coffee table, his sweats hanging half-off the edge like they tried to run away

connie’s breath is ragged against your shoulder, his fingers tracing idle circles on your hip like he can’t stop touching you even now. “wow” he mutters, voice husky, and you can feel the way his lips curve into a grin against your skin. “that was—fuck”

"yeah" you breathe back, still half-dazed, your fingers absently tracing the sweat-damp curve of his spine. connie shifts, his nose bumping against your collarbone before he tilts his head up to look at you—his stupid grin softer now but no less smug

"you good?" he asks, lightly petting the bruise forming on your hip… his fault, probably, but you can’t bring yourself to care

"yeah" you mumble, your voice still weak, and connie's grin widens—like he's proud of himself, like he knows exactly how wrecked you are. his fingers keep tracing patterns on your hip, lazy and possessive, and you don’t even have the energy to swat him away

"shut up" you add, just because you know it’ll make him laugh, and it does—that same stupid, snorting laugh, but quieter now, muffled against your shoulder

࣪ ִֶָ☾. In which you try to prank suguru but it backfires…

Content: 18+ mdni, clit spanking, bratty reader, clit pinching, p in v decline, female! reader, degrading, kisses, crying, swearing, name calling, smut, established relationship, suguru DID NOT enjoy that prank loll, some fluff, basically suguru’s a bit mean in this one…

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

A/N: hii this is my first published smut, it’s not the best but i hope whoever’s reading will enjoy! :) <33

“Suguu.” Your breath hitched. You were laid out prettily on Suguru’s luxury couch with your legs resting atop his broad shoulders. His brooding figure is cascading over you, painting you in a shadow. The only light source was from his purple irises that lanced into you. You two had barely made it inside his apartment, instantly being dragged into the softness of the rich cushions. His neat bun fell, creating messy curtains to frame his face, disturbing his composed persona, which only faltered around you.

You were so cruel to your sweet, devoted boyfriend today! For the past week, you’ve been rambling his ears off about this five-star restaurant that had just opened down in the city, clearly dropping obvious hints that you wanted him to take you. You were spoiled yet endearing to him; after all, he has no one to blame but himself for always positioning your desires foremost. So, fulfilling your wish, Suguru cleared his schedule for this date he’d planned just for his sweet girl.

And how did you pay him back? By flinching purposefully every time he moved.

“Yes. I’ll have cold soba, and my girlfriend would have-“

As your boyfriend gestured to you from across the table, it was time to play out your gag. You let out the dumbest attempt at a yelp while you flinched dramatically, immediately alerting the waiter. They paused as they wrote down Suguru’s order. Your random abruption startled Suguru, his side bangs jerking along with him as he stared at you wide-eyed in confusion. his mouth opened to speak but then closed, dumbfounded.

At first, concern shot through him, immediately suggesting something was wrong. Did you choke? Have a stomachache? He observed you closely, his eyes surveying your body language, but when they dropped anchor on your lips, seeing you bite them to hold back a smile, he had to withhold from rolling his eyes. Ahhh, so that was it… at a restaurant? really? Suguru thought as his fists clenched under the table.

“Oh, sorry… I’ll have the chicken alfredo. Am I allowed to order that, sweetheart?’’

You asked, batting your lashes “hopefully” at Suguru. You absolute troublemaker. All Suguru could do was sit there with a strained smile, clenching and unclenching his jaw before letting out a pained “mhm!”

You breathe in “shocked”, placing a mock startled hand on your chest as you stare up at the waiter, who has completely believed your trusting doe-eyed act.

“This is my first time in months… he usually never lets me get chicken alfredo! Oh, I’m so happy.’’

Suguru felt his stomach churn in embarrassment when the waiter gave you that sorry “poor thing” glance right before they turned to shoot daggers, as if he was this ‘uncaring boyfriend’ to you behind doors. which he wasn’t! The other day, he’d pay for your nails and worship them around his cock. Coming home fatigued from a long meeting, he wasn’t looking forward to that day and kissing your neck, sucking your collarbones whilst bad mouthing about ‘’monkeys’’. Thanking you with eagerness after he came all over your pretty polish.

So why were you playing this cruel prank on him? Well, because you wanted to. You liked seeing your boyfriend holding a ticked smile as he told the waiter that everything was fine for the umpteenth time. You got a kick out of pissing him off. The kept-together look was long removed as he tried to hold back a scowl, disguising the fact that he already figured out how to make you pay once they got home. His thumb rubbed a pressure point in his forehead, a habit Suguru had when annoyed.

“Sorry, dear. I saw it on TikTok! I just had to prank you.”

wow. And all while you snickered at him too. Was his reaction that funny to you? His face finally fell in annoyance, shooting you a glare when the waiter left to convey your meals. which he still ordered alongside dessert, despite your mischievous antics tonight. Because he loved you? well yes. But also because Suguru wished for you to take pleasure in something sweet before he took pleasure in you.

“Mhm. Just enjoy your tiramisu, honey.”

Your boyfriend sighed in that knowingly smooth voice, as if to swindle you into assuming that publicly humbling his image today was fine. However, you knew. You understood he was going to make you pay for your little prank. He was going to show you why he was dissimilar from those stammering, pranked boyfriends you saw online that motivated you today. You gulped and brushed your foot against his from beneath the table. Your velvet heels Suguru bought on your anniversary touching his black polished loafers.

“Wait… hey, Suguru!”

You stuttered, watching your boyfriend ignore your protests while turning his face away to hide his sneaky smirk.

── .✦

smack!

Suguru slapped your clit, puffy as if pleading with him to give her proper stimulation. He pulled his head back from sucking your earlobe to take in the sight of you disheveled beneath him. The gorgeous dress that embraced you perfectly bunched up above your hips, damp panties shoved impatiently to the side. You were his pretty scenery. Annoyingly so.

“That smug look, honey. Where’d it go?” That mean chuckle rang in your ears, his bullying gaze making your clit twitch against the hand that had just humiliated you.

“fuck you,” you scoffed. tears started to sting your eyes as you made an effort to buck up against the very hand that was making you whine. When was it going to connect to him that it was just a harmless prank…?

smack! smack! smack!

“Be nice,” Suguru scolded.

Your body jerked. Each slap to your clit got sharper. You loved it, but you were greedy. You could feel your walls stuttering, as if communicating to you that it was craving to be bottomed out by your man’s heavy cock.

“I-I said I was sorry…” Your bottom lip wobbled as you pouted, expecting he’d fall for the look that always made him soften and apologize. “Please put a finger in, sugu… or your cock. something other than…!”

A smack landed on your soaked cunt again for talking back, rejecting the mercy you sought out from him. Your wetness damping his palm only made his bulge drool in his boxers.

Under his mask, Suguru was really struggling. Your begging only made him want to kiss his trickling cock between your soppy folds and give your pussy the fucking you cried for. He couldn’t, though. Suguru needed to discipline you. This was your penalty. No matter how bad he felt when he saw your lonely entrance, clamping on air, he had to express how bothersome you were today.

“After flinching stupidly out there?”

Another rough spanking targeted your clit. You squealed, legs on his shoulder quivering from your orgasm approaching closer.

“Giggling in my face when that annoying waiter was shooting me glares and whispering to their coworkers?”

Suguru’s larger fingers pinched your achy bundle of nerves, making you jolt, your back arching as he forced your hips down to plant back into the couch.

“You think it’s funny watching your sugu get accused of being this big, mean boyfriend? Answer me, hun.”

You failed to do so. Babbling your words makes Suguru suck his teeth. He shook his head, collecting your arousal on his thumb to circle your entrance because it satisfied him to watch your pussy beg for him without words. “You wanted me mean. So don’t complain.”

Tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks, making Suguru moan. Your mascara dampened, lipstick smudged, lips bitten from his teasing. You huffed, painting yourself to look anything but an infuriating slut whose pussy deserved no penetration tonight.

“shit’s not funny now, is it, baby? Huh?” Suguru’s handsome lashes fluttered as he watched your cunt clenching again in reply. He heard you yet dismissed you. You pleaded repeatedly, but he caught on and grasped your hand, threatening to yank you closer. He only chuckled when you sobbed in objection. You were still misbehaving after everything… so self-indulgent.

“Don’t forget you started this. besides…”

Suguru’s voice went unfriendly. Finally, you assumed as you felt the tip on his index starting to slip into you. Your walls thanked him as they hugged the digit deliciously.

“You actually only get all “flinchy” when this pussy takes all of me. That right, baby? How come you couldn’t tell the waiter that? Too busy being a bitch out there, is that why?”

Right when you believed the teasing was through, he declined his index, flicking your clit rapidly before you couldn’t help but cum right then and there. From nothing but insults and mean tugging to your clit. He chuckled as your lips parted to hold that dumb “o” before squeezing your thighs, peppering them in kisses. Suguru’s eyes crinkled as he eyed your body slowly go limp after cumming on his recently purchased couch.

“Learned your lesson?” he cooed mockingly, giving your swollen lips a soft kiss, which you returned—a completely different approach than who he was a second ago.

Oh, how you hated it when your boyfriend Suguru was a mean bully to your cunt. Yet you both knew that was a lie.

Special treatment

Reader is black or desi. Smut!!! Smoking, cussing, past relationships mentioned, rawdog, manhandling,mirror sex, choking, fem reader munch! Choso, reader is embarrassed of being near choso in public due to his reputation, mentions of past relationships with surguru

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Your in chosos car trying to find atleast another twenty bill as you only had forty.

“Fuck I can’t find it”

your eyes dart to your purse and into chosos eyes as he looks at you with a bored expression.

“Nah it’s cool, I got you this time”

Choso turned his car off as he made eye contact with you, looking you up and down.

“What’s with the white girl outfit? Looking like you in a sorority.” Choso spoke with such boredom as if he wasn’t just insulting your outfit choice, you were just wearing black yoga pants, with a white tank top.

“So you think just cause I don’t have a twenty for you, you get to insult my outfit choice, little boy?”

Choso stayed slient as he grabbed a small dark bag from his pocket and put it on your lap, his hand lingering a bit as it brushed against your thigh.

You grabbed the bag as you opened the door stopping at chosos voice

“You gonna go to satorus party?”

You turned your head to look at choso

“Maybe.. will you sell there?”

“Yea, we all know who got the best shit.”

You smiled at chosos words, everyone knew him just for his drugs.

“Whatever, you say choso”

“You gonna actually talk to me at the party or act like you don’t know me?”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, you never liked talking to choso in public, because you were embarrassed to be associated with him in public.

“If I’m drunk enough I might”

you shut the door with that and walked back to your dorm, choso moved the car quarter glass, to see if you were actually going into your dorm.

You quickly looked the door behind you, desperately reached for a paper, putting the weed in the middle and rolling it up and licking it with your tongue. You lit it up with your yellow lighter, staring up at the smoke alarm, grateful you had shoko turn it off for you.

You really needed this, second semester was fucking you up, and it’s been so long since you’d have sex. Suguru was on your mind as he was the last man you’d slept with. But he didn’t really satisfy you as much, yes he had a big cock. But what’s the point of having a big cock if you can’t use it correctly?

Does choso have a big cock? Your mind is blank, everything feels good. You have no idea the times you’re breaking, Choso was a dealer you doubt he’d even have time for a relationship. But you were just looking for good sex not a relationship, right?

You exhaled the smoke, your eyes becoming red. You didn’t want to think about anything, but choso stayed in the back of your head like a black hole sucking in all your other thoughts till he’s only one left.

You threw the blunt out the window. It was definitely not helping, yes it was good. But you needed sleep right now. You have an exam tomorrow. Choso invading your thoughts didn’t help.

You groaned as you sinked into your pillow, the cold cotton against your face, made you even more desperate somehow. All you could do is fantasise being held by some beefy arms

Shoko and your arms were interlinked as you walked through a party that reeked of alcohol, beer ,and sweat. Shoko made a comment about the house stinking. You wearing a navy blue tracksuit with a white tank top underneath, half zipped up to show your breasts off.

“You’re not gonna leave me for some girl, right?”

You eyed shoko, she had a tendency to leave you, when she saw a pretty girl, Shoko just smirked at you. Fake ass bitch, you looked around the place to see if you knew anyone, in case shoko ditched you.

The place looked like a whole strip club with the LED lights making the house look red, you turned your eyes to the couch. Only to see choso already on it, rolling up a blunt and licking it while making eye contact with you. And god did that do things to you, Choso looked like sin. You couldn’t tell if it was the red lights that made him look so desirable or maybe Choso always looked like this, and you never really noticed.

You turned around to tell shoko, but she was already gone. You tried your best to find her through the crowd of grinding and shouting. After ten minutes you find yourself standing infront of choso.

“Choso, have you seen shoko?”

Choso was staring at you, intently with an amused expression.

“No, I haven’t seen her. I’m surprised you’re talking to me.”

Choso put his blunt down, looking up at you with his red eyes. You sat next to him, close but not to close.

“I can’t find it her, I don’t know anyone else but you.”

“So I’m the last option?”

You can’t tell if Choso is ether joking or being serious

“I ain’t mean it like that..”

you turn ur gaze to the blunt in chosos hand, he matches ur gaze and gives it to you.

“Is this all you do at parties,cho?”

He raised his eyebrow at the nickname and just nodded. Choso wasn’t a talkative person when high, which you had become used too. You shifted your gaze up and it matches suguru staring back at you. As if he was trying to find out what you were doing with Choso. You shifted your gaze back to the blunt as Choso grabbed it.

“Is it true you slept with him?”

“Maybe..” you broke eye contact as you looked at surguru.

“Was he good?”

“No, he has a big dick just doesn’t know how to use it.”

“So you haven’t properly been laid?”

You shook your head as Choso smirked and blew smoke into your face.

“You know how I said it was cool that you didn’t have that twenty?”

This is how Choso was holding you, as you guys kissed in a random persons room. It was messy both of you high, tongue everywhere but your mouths. Your saliva was on chosos cheek as he gently pressed two fingers against your clothed clit. Your hips buckled at the contact. Choso pulled away from your lips, leaving you dazed and lips swollen.

“I can do this?”

You nodded, in a daze letting Choso gently pull you down on the bed to pull your pants down. He immediately went into your legs and pushed them open. Choso was still holding his blunt.

“Fucking addict, can’t you put it down?”

“Nah, it makes sex better”

Choso pushed his index finger on your clothed clit, gently rubbing to feel the dampness.

“You’re so fucking wet”

“Fuck- it just feels so good, cho”

Choso slipped your panties to the side as he pushed one finger in. Watching as your fingers grabbed at the sheets

Choso pushed one more finger in, as he gently kissed your clit. Moving to sit up as he put the blunt in between his lips. Listening to your moans, blew smoke into your clit. Latching his mouth onto your clit and swirling his tongue all the right places.

You gripped his hair, trying to not to just grind on his face like the greedy bitch you are.

You can’t focus on anything but his tongue, you can fill his tongue sliding in and out of your gaping hole. Choso can feel you getting tighter on his tongue. He looks up as he feels you about to cum.

“M’cumming!”

Choso doesn’t say anything as he goes faster. Licking and sucking on everything. He kisses your thigh after you cum. Making sure to lick away all the liquid. You lean your head against the pillow as Choso stood up.

“Find it crazy how you were so embarrassed to be associated with me in public, now you just came all over my face.”

“Shut up, cho. Just give me your cock.”

Choso eyebrow raised at your voice so demanding yet so needy. In a swift movement he flipped you onto your stomach as he moved behind you.

“Don’t have a condom.”

“Are you serious right now, cho?”

“I’ll pull out on time, I swear.”

“Just do it- before I changed my mind.”

Choso smiled as he grabbed your chin to make sure you were watching yourself in the mirror, you never even noticed before in the room. He unzipped your jacket throwing it on the floor with the rest of your panties and pants. He pushed your white tank top up, pulling your bra down as he circled your nipple. Making sure you were watching yourself in the mirror. Pushing his fingers in your mouth

“Don’t want others to hear us”

You were to busy with pleasure, as he swirled his fingers in your mouth playing with your tongue. He kissed your neck as he sat up to pull his hoodie off his body. You stared at his abs in the mirror, Choso smirked as he pulled his pants off next. Leaving himself just in his boxers, you could see the tent. And ohhhh god it was bigger then sugurus, would it even fit?

Choso took your hand to place it on the tent in his boxers, so you could Palm his cock through his boxers. Choso groaned as he moved closer to you.

“It’s so big..”

“Bigger than sugurus?”

“Definitely”

Choso took it out for you, the tip was so pink and dripping with pre cum, you bit your lip. Choso didn’t expect you to suck his cock but he got behind you again.

“I can put it in, baby?”

You nodded eagerly, every logic went above your head right now in this moment it was just you and Choso, and the still lit blunt on the floor.

Choso gently pushed it in, slow at first but then one big thrust and he was inside. He pushed your ass up and leaned down to choke you with his bicep, as he made you look in the mirror.

“See how I’m destroying you? See how well your taking my cock? Fuck you’re so tight.”

Chosos thrusts were brutal, you could feel the tip of his cock abusing your womb. God you haven’t felt this good since fuck you couldn’t even think. All you knew was that if you knew what kind of guy choso was in bed, you’d be with him sooner.

The bed was shaking with how brutal, chosos thrusts were. You could feel his bicep tightening around your throat as he pushed two fingers into your mouth.

“Baby, are you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, this is the fastest a man ever made you cum. Maybe you will talk to Choso more in public, if it ends up like this. You could feel chosos thrusts being more slow and sloppy as he pulled out and came all over your backside. He got off you and gently pulled you into his arms.

“You’re so beautiful”

All you could do is smile as you could feel yourself getting sleepy. Choso interlinked his fingers with yours as he kissed your fingers with a gentleness you never thought you’d experience.

ꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄꨄ

Just dance.

⤷ genre: smut, like straight up porn | MDNI

⤷ wc: 470

⤷ summary: your boyfriend, lee Minho, is a professional dancer. He’s spent the entire week focused on mastering a demanding choreography for a performance that was coming up in less than a week. He’s been so stressed, so you just had to fix it somehow..

⤷ content warning: fem!reader, oral (m rec.), choking, praising, drool, face fucking, mins stressed, pet names (baby & kitten) and please mdni !!