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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴠᴏʟ. xxɪ. october 21st, 2025. feat. by democracy, dean winchester/virgin!reader. curvy/mid-size reader. loss of virginity. semi-unprotected sex. face sitting!! oral f. receiving. multiple orgasms. slight overstimulation. dean being a sweetie. aftercare. hickies. I'm a munch!dean truther. lots of consent. consent is sexy.

approx. 2800 w this one is big and long like dean

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ - ꜱᴏᴍʙʀ 0:01 ❍─────── 3:18 ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

"The banishing sigil requires equal parts virgin's blood, holy oil, and consecrated graveyard dirt mixed with black salt. Enough to draw the symbol four times. Got it?"

Sam chuckles. "Yeah, Bobby, we got it."

"Don't come cryin' to me if you muck it up, idjits."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Ah, Bobby, he of little faith—"

The line goes dead.

You sigh, opening your notebook where you keep the apothecary inventory written down. It's all in Baby's trunk, tucked in the corner in small bottles. "We have everything we need. Just gotta get a clean IV kit."

Sam nods. "I have one in the first aid kit."

You sigh, rolling up your sleeve. "Always bleeding for the Winchesters."

Dean's eyes widen, darting between you and Sam. "Wait. What are you...? It's not gonna work. You need a virgin's blood—"

"Got one right here," you deadpan.

"You're not a virgin," Dean says, "I mean, look at you."

"I'm sure whatever insulting thing you're planning to say is very clever, but can we just get this over with?"

Sam prepares the kit.

Instead of being confused, Dean's face has changed to offended. "How come he knows and I don't?"

"Where do you think the last vial of virgin blood came from, De?"

"I don't know!" He pauses, remembering the last case you had that required it. It was a smaller amount then, and because you and Sam were handling the research stuff, he'd been the one to prick you. And Dean never asked.

You decide to let Dean stew with his weird feelings about the virginity problem, offering your arm for Sam to tourniquet your bicep and prick. After he gets the blood he needs, the three of you get the case wrapped up before midnight. Sam decides to go to bed, but you and Dean head a block down from the motel for celebratory beers and pub fries.

He keeps sneaking glances at you across the table, and you know what he's thinking because he's Dean, and you've been hunting with him since he and Sam ran into you on a job back in '06. Two years later, you're inseparable. Sure, demons and monsters and all that suck, but they're the closest thing you have to family.

"Spit it out, Winchester."

"I guess I just don't get it."

"Get what?"

"How you're a virgin."

You blush, then scoff. You know why. You're not quite plus-sized, but there's a little more of you, and in the age of low-rise jeans and flat bellies, it's hard not to feel like you're not enough, or too much, rather. "It's not rocket science."

"I just don't understand," he says. "I mean, come on. You're gorgeous, and smart, and wicked funny. A better shot than Sam, but don't tell him I said that."

You scoff. "You don't have to say that stuff."

Incredulous, he knocks back another sip of his liquor. You went for harder stuff an hour ago, which is the only reason you two are comfortable enough to have this conversation. "I know. I'm not doin' it because I have to, I'm doing it because it's a goddamn crime you haven't gotten laid. Unless it's not your thing. Like you, uh, not-sexual?"

"Asexual," you correct him. "And no, I'm not asexual. I just... Guys don't look at me like that."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Dean, seriously, I'm not..."

His eyebrows shoot up so high they crease his forehead. He stares at you like you're a Martian. "Two guys have hit on you today, just in the time we've been at this bar. Hell, I've been flirting with you since Day One. I just assumed you weren't interested, or maybe you have someone better in mind." Honest Dean comes out when he switches from beers to Long Islands. A small brush of insecurity colors his tone.

You can't believe he thinks there could ever be anyone better. How could you not be a little in love with Dean Winchester? He makes everyone he talks to feel like the only person in the room. It's magic. Not to mention, he's hot as hell and tall and smarter than he gives himself credit for.

"I didn't realize you were interested," you admit.

"Well, I am."

You can't remember your own name right now. His eyes are locked on yours, and the bar is so hot, almost too hot. You're reeling, trying to find a response to his words.

"Even now?" you finally ask.

"If you'd do me the honor," he says, and that smirk of his lights up across his mouth. "I'd love to be your first."

You reach for your coat slowly, the heat traveling from the apples of your cheeks down your neck, and then lower. "Guess we'll have to find another virgin next time we need some blood."

He throws two twenties on the table, and then he pulls you into the night.

You have your own room at the motel, which is a necessity when you spend the majority of your time with two stinky overgrown boys who argues most of the time. You reach for your key with a shaking hand, a little nervous. Dean's closes over yours, steadying your fingers.

"You okay?" he asks. "We don't have to—"

"I want to," you assure him. "I'm just scared I'll be... bad at it."

He chuckles, unlocking the door and pushing it open for you. "I doubt you could ever be bad at anything."

The door closes. He backs you into it, locking it behind you. As the chain slides into place, he cups your chin, lifting your face to his.

"Tell me to stop if you want to stop," he murmurs. "I swear, I will."

"Kiss me," you plead.

He does.

And holy fuck. It's better than you imagined.

His lips find yours and learn your rhythm right away, falling into effortless form. He cups your face with two big, rough hands, and you scramble to hold the front of his shirt for purchase to stay balanced. It's a world-rocking kiss. The kind of kiss that'll haunt you for days after. When his tongue meets yours, and you moan softly, you feel him everywhere, and your desire becomes a lit match.

You're not a virgin because you want to be. You've just never had the opportunity, and apparently, you're oblivious. But it doesn't matter now because your best friend, Dean, is taking care of you. You'll be okay because this is your Dean, and you trust him.

One hand slides under your shirt, skimming your belly before tugging at the hem. "Lift your arms for me?"

You do.

He chokes on his breath when he sees your bare chest. Ample cleavage spilling out of your bra, breathless, face flushed. Your hair is wild from his hands, and then he's on you again, kissing and cupping your tits through your bra, and when his thumbs roll over the cotton and make your nipples harden, your knees almost buckle.

He reaches for your hips with both hands, starting to tug you up.

"What are you?"

"Hold on tight," he says, and then he lifts you off the floor. Your legs wrap around his waist, and you giggle, then start to panic.

"Dean—"

"What?" he asks, soft, careful. "You want to stop?"

"No, it's not that. It's just that I'm..."

"You're what, baby?"

Baby. Fuck, you love the way he says it. "Heavy."

He snorts. "I've carried Sam out of a burning building and hauled his drunk ass around plenty of times. You're like a feather compared to that giant."

You know he's not kidding. He doesn't seem to be straining a muscle holding you, and so you let all the voices fall away as he kisses you again, grinding his hard cock against your core. You can feel him heavy in his jeans, just as affected as you are, and part of you is amazed that you're making him feel like this.

"Gonna get you ready," he says, his voice thick with want, rumbling out of his throat. He sets you down on the mattress, and you feel him unzip your jeans. Reflexively, you lift your hips, and then he has you down to that bra and your damp panties, which have a very noticeable wet spot on them.

You swallow hard, wondering if you're supposed to be self-conscious, but the way he looks at you with such raw amazement makes you think you don't have a thing to worry about.

He kisses your neck, sucking little marks against your collarbone and the swell of your tits. With three fingers in a smooth flick, your bra is unclasped, and then it's cast somewhere behind him. He marvels at the way your tits fit in his hands, too big for him to hold all the way, and the sound that comes out of him is so deep and primal you ache.

Then he sucks one nipple into his mouth, and you nearly fly off the bed. He just chuckles, tweaking your other one with his fingers, playing you like a violin under him until you're almost begging him to touch you there.

His hand slides into your wet panties, and you sigh with relief. He parts your folds with two thick digits, swirling around your clit, seeing which touches make you moan the loudest.

"Okay?" he asks.

You nod.

He starts working you open, and when his first finger finds your entrance, you could sob with relief. He pushes one in you first, stretching, feeling, working the spots that make you feel like you're floating, and then he adds another, fucking in and out of you at the same speed he's stroking your clit. You bite down on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds, but the closer you get to the edge, the harder it is to keep it down.

"Want to hear you, baby," he says, using his free hand to remove your lip from between your teeth. "Make some noise for me, sweetheart. You close?"

You nod, moaning his name.

"That's good. Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeeze my fingers, okay?"

You nod, and then seconds later, you explode, the coil in your belly unraveling as you grind against his hand, writhing and trembling. He kisses you through it, touching you until your tremors stop, and then he takes his slick hand out of your panties and licks his fingers clean.

"Want to see you," you whisper, your voice small, almost fucked out already.

He steps back, slowly taking off his clothes one article at a time. You've seen him naked before, mostly because Dean has always been very comfortable walking around in any state of undress, but this is different. This is heated, and it's just for you.

When he's down to just his boxer-briefs, his cock outlined in the thin fabric, pre-cum forming a wet spot in the light blue material, your mouth waters. He's big, and you're not sure how he's going to fit, but you want to try, because he's... everything you never dared to wish for.

He lays down on the bed beside you.

"Do you have a condom?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "I mean, I do. In my room. Next, uh, door, but I wasn't plannin' on that part yet. Want to make sure it doesn't hurt. To do that, I need you dripping."

Your breath hitches.

"Sit on my face," he says.

"Dean..."

"If you give me that 'I'm heavy' shit again, I swear to God, I'm gonna fuck you in front of a mirror until the only thing you can say is that you're perfect."

And it's a threat you'd like to see come to pass, one day. But you know he wants this, and you can't deny you're curious about the way that stubble would feel between your legs. You straddle him, and impatiently, he yanks you up and over his shoulders, planting you on his mouth.

And you nearly melt.

Your hands hold the headboard as his tongue spells his name on your clit, sucking and teasing, and then his nose bumps against that same sensitive nub as he devours your cunt, working you open with his tongue. You cum again, and he doesn't let up, doesn't let you recover. Your orgasm seems to last forever, and as he slurps everything you give him greedily, you scream his name so loud that everyone in the motel knows it.

When you finally fall off his face, spent and oversensitive, he kisses your shoulder. His mouth is slick with you. "I think I made you squirt. Like Niagara fuckin' Falls. That was hot."

You'd be embarrassed normally, but this feels too perfect to be embarrassing. He kisses you again, slower, letting you taste yourself.

"You got condoms, baby?" he asks.

You shake your head.

"Let me throw some pants on, I'll go get one—"

"I'm on the pill."

His eyebrows shoot up again, eyes bulging in shock. "I thought..."

"For period stuff, Dean. I need to get you a woman's health magazine."

"Gotcha. No need. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

You nod. "Want to feel you. All of you. Are you clean?"

"Got tested recently. Sam was giving me shit, wanted to be sure."

"Do you use protection with, um, other girls?"

Now he looks lost. "Other...?"

"Aren't there others?"

He shakes his head. "Baby, you've got me so hooked on you I can't see anyone else. It's been months since I... I mean, come on. Been hung up on you." He says your name softly, and you might cry because of how tenderly the word sounds on his lips. Your name is so beautiful when he says it.

You kiss him again. "I've been hung up on you, too."

He smiles against your lips. "We can come back to this conversation later. I need you, baby. I need this. Fuck. Are you ready?"

You nod.

He spreads your legs further apart and shucks off his boxers before settling between your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh of them reassuringly before he guides himself between your folds. He looks at you as the blunt head of his cock slips against your wet heat, and when you nod, he starts easing inside.

It doesn't hurt, but the pressure is definitely different. He's bigger than your fingers and all of the toys you've experimented with, but it feels nice, being stuffed with Dean. When he finally bottoms out, you're stretched to the brim, nearly overwhelmed with how much he fills you out. You can feel him nudging your cervix; he's so fucking deep, and you're so close just by the way he strokes every gummy spot with his thick length.

He blows out a breath, shaking.

"Dean?"

"Sorry," he laughs, a little sheepish. "Just trying not to cum is all."

"Oh!" you exclaim softly.

An experimental roll of his hips has you both moaning. "You feel so good, baby," he groans, starting to move in and out, slowly stretching you further before sliding home again. "So tight. So perfect. Like you were made to take me. Fuck. That's it. That's a good girl."

You start rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, and you can feel what it does to him as he holds you a little tighter, his control slipping. He starts to fuck you harder, bringing one of your legs up over his shoulder, and the new angle makes you tighten, another orgasm about to make your world burst with stars.

"So beautiful when you cum. Fuck, you're just so beautiful. So good. Oh, baby," he murmurs. "That's right. Just a little more. Hold on a second, want you to cum with me."

He starts getting more frantic now, skin against skin slapping, and you're so wet you can hear it, and he's an animal panting over you, finding the places that make you sing again and again with his cock. His name falls from your lips until you can only make sounds, soft little whimpers.

And then he cums with you, painting your cunt white with hot ropes of his release. You feel it pooling between your thighs when he pulls his softening cock out of you, relaxing beside you on the bed once more.

He pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair. He reaches beside the bed for the tissues with one hand, cleaning the mess between your legs so tenderly before he holds you tighter.

"You alright?" he asks, his lips pressing between your brows.

"Yeah," you whisper, "I'm perfect."

"Good," he says.

"Hey, De?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we do that again?"

He nods, trying and failing at hiding his smile. "If you'll have me, I think I'd like to do this a million times, and other things too."

"Boyfriend things?"

He kisses you as his answer, then whispers his reply against your mouth as he rolls you onto your back again. "Boyfriend things."

Title — Eye candy

Pairing: Bf!Chris x Gf!Reader ft. Carlos/Leon

Summary: You didn't expect the night to go the way it did, but who are you to complain...

Word Count: 879

Genre: Roommate au. Pwp. Smut.

Warnings: Hickeys. Bite marks. Swearing. Petnames. Riding. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Leon and Carlos are menaces (yes, that's a warning.) Coming inside. Did I mention dirty talk? 'Cause trust me, these three are crazy.

Note: Vendetta Chris, Re3 Carlos and Re6 Leon. I don't make the rules.

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Bang Chan x fem reader smut

Voyeurism. Daddy kink.

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Warnings: Drunk(tipsy at most I think?), cowgirl, car sex, dry humping,and light teasing!

Visiting Wabang Wyoming was supposed to be a one time thing. A little overnight stop on a road trip turned into the rest of the weekend, which led you two to meeting. You couldn't help but be charmed. Cowboy, a charming sweetheart, great personality, he could tell you were from the city just from the way you talked.

Enough said, it was no surprise you ended up dating said cowboy. Constantly calling you to ask how your day went, sending photos back and forth, buying gifts for when you would come back to visit him...Visiting him became common. Showing up to watch him ride bulls and then celebrating his wins at the crowded bar together. Tonight was another one of those. Grinning, giggling as your boyfriend over exaggerates what had actually happened whilst on a bull.

"I'm serious, baby. I could've died tonight!" he spoke, trying to hide his snicker behind his beer bottle. "Oh my gosh-you're such a drama queen! ...I could do what you do." you announced with a cocky grin that caused a snicker and head shake from him. "I don't think you should try it, baby." he warned quietly. You didn't back down though. Without a second thought your hand reached out, taking his hat and placing it on your head. "S-see! 'M just like you. "The way he paused and stared at you made you second-guess a few things. The way he tried not to smile and chuckle definitely confused you.

"Baby-darling. I know you ain't from here, you cannot do that. 'Specially not around all these people.." he muttered, his tone teasing yet warning. You just stared. All wide eyed, all confused. It's a hat! What about this was so funny to him and why is it making other drunks snicker?! He just couldn't help but laugh as he stood and shook his head. "Just come on, lemme explain it to you.

The cowboy hat rule. How were you supposed to know? "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy." That's just unheard of where you're from!! He tried to laugh it off, told you that you could wear it without obeying the rule..but it just wouldn't leave your head! His voice just reminded you that he was a cowboy the whole rive. Each bump in the road had to considering the position. The way your eyes were glued to his hands as he set up some blankets in the bed of his truck...you just had to try the idea.

It started the way it usually did. Sitting in the bed of his truck together, stargazing that turned into kissing..which caused you to climb into his lap. He initially grins against your lips. "What's all thi-" he tried to murmur, trying to tease only to be cut off by his own moan. His eyes practically roll back before shooting down to the sight: grinding against him, humping in his lap like a dog in heat, pleading-practically begging for him to let you try the dumb rule. "Please?" you whisper, hazy and desperate eyes glued to his. "I wanna try it..."

"Oh fuck-yeahh..yeah, so good, baby-" Rhett praises out, staring up at you with eyes full of love and surprise. Just staring with a look of adoration, wide eyed and focused in on the way you found a rhythm. Up up up until his yip was the only thing inside of you...then all the way down, settling there for a few seconds before repeating it. "Aww..c'mon, cowgirl. Y'gotta take it faster than that" he encouraged with a light slap to the thigh whilst overly slowly thrusting up. He just helped you so well. Taught you how to really ride your cowboy. "Yeah...jus' like that, darlin', little bit faster--mmhm pretty girl..."

2025! clark kent x heiress! reader

🔞 18+ (smut), daddy clark idc, reader is younger cus i said

it was hard having to put up a strong front for the public, wearing a mask to protect your family image. as your fathers only child you were heir to his company and he didn’t let you forget it. everyday was a new complaint a new problem that your father had with you, it was like nothing you did was good enough….

you’d come back home to Clark and weep about your day and about how your father was the biggest asshole in Metropolis. he comforted you like always and he held you until you fell asleep. one day you had discovered your fondness for the things people would call taboo and filthy.. you liked when Clark took control over you in the bedroom, completely.

when you told him to slap you he was taken aback and he refused to lay a hand on you! he would never ever hurt you…. you had pleaded with him just for a little more dominance in the bedroom. it was healing in a way to be completely babies and taken care of it was something you always craved. Clark was kind and gentle by nature but he also understood your desire and he could sense the way you found solace in the dynamic. everything about Clark was perfect. the way his fingers and tongue would always take you there before he even got his belt off.

one time when you were getting the most bed breaking pounding of your life when you cried out “daddy” it was new… you’ve never said that before but Clark felt something inside of him switch. he could’ve came right there and then. you were sorta embarrassed and you were hoping he didn’t hear but Clark speed up his pace and his hand wrapped around your throat gently “atta girl. take it for daddy. fuck~ you take me so good” he was so so close

he liked to shove his thumb into your mouth… loved how you looked at him with those glassy eyes as you came for the fourth time. outside the comfort of your bedroom Clark was the epitome of a midwestern gentleman. You “wore the pants” but as soon as you stepped into your bedroom Clark was gone….

scrap cus kinktober is almost over 🥺🥺

i am sick in the head and deeply disturbed

synopsis - you go to a corn maze and get fucked by john

warnings - unprotected sex, pet names, ooc!john price

notes - trying to get back into the swing of things. who knows if this will last.

i need someone to match my freak. i need JOHN PRICE to match my freak guys.

like, i could definitely go for a quickie with him in a corn maze.

just think. its early in the season of fall- ordinarily too early for the pinterest couples and groups of friends to be swarming the corn maze and pumpkin patch. you sweet talked john into going and getting the first pick of the patch early on in the season because you knew you both may get called back to work.

you were both wearing jeans and boots- the wind had a slight nip to it now- and miraculously convinced your boyfriend to wear the deep red Henley that clung to his muscles so well. in return, he had picked out a blaringly bright orange sweater so you could ‘fit in with the pumpkins’ or some other bullshit that brought a smile to his face. 

john had let you lead him around the peacefully unpopulated grounds- purchasing apple cider and other odds and ends you saw fit. he knew that you just wanted one day to feel like a normal, regular, sane couple that didn’t have their hands soaked in blood every other day- literally or figuratively. and in all honesty, he didn’t mind letting you happily pull him along because the smile on your face was worth diamonds.

eventually, after you picked over all the shops and food stands, you stopped in front of the corn maze. “final stop, john. then you can take me home,” you mused, snuggling into his inhumanly warm side. 

your boyfriend hummed beside you. “finally,” he grumbled jokingly. The quiet chuckle he earned from his comment made his heart swell a little fuller. “alright, love. lead the way.”

Five minutes later, you had no clue where to go. Ironic, right? You cursed yourself- how could you not know how to escape some dumb corn maze?

Just as your feet started to ache, you lead the both of you into a corn with a couple hay bales in the corner. John followed you and chortled as you sat down on the bale. You could barely feel the pointy straw poking your ass. 

“Stupid maze,” you grumbled.

John’s eyes twinkled. “Let me eat you out, love.”

The casualness of his tone made your mouth open and close once. Twice. “John. My love. My heart. We’re in a corn maze right now.”

One step and he crouched doen to your eye level. The devilish smile that crinkled his eyes was softening your resolve and he knew it. “C’mon, love,” he cooed, brushing a lock of your frizzy hair from your eyes. “Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” 

Stupid man and stupid sexy voice, you thought spitefully, as John’s hands clasped around your waist. He slid his hands over the soft fabric covering your waist. As he leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours in an entoxicatingly slow kiss, he slid his large hands down to the meat of your thighs.

He drank in your moans, letting your hands latch onto the back of his neck. John parted your thighs with his hand. After breaking the kiss, he sank to his knees and tugged you forward before busying himself with undoing your belt buckle.

Waves of goosebumps picked at your skin. By the cold and by John’s skillful hands, tugging your pants and underwear sown far enough to feast his eyes (and eventually mouth) on your already soaked cunt.

Are you still with me here? Because I know John would eat you so good that your inner thighs would be bright red from the prickliness of his facial hair. But honestly, you didn’t care too much. Not after John forcing not one but two orgasms out of you.

Then he finally decided to lift you up and sit him on his cock. It was a miracle you were still concious enough to give him sass, saying “at least take me on a date first, John.” He had responded with a sharp thrust into your gushing pussy.

“You come on my tongue twice, and you’re the one giving me ?” John chides you, a roughness in his voice that made your pussy tighten. “Might want to watch your mouth, love.”

You stayed silent, letting him get used to the feel of you. Your body shivered and you wrapped your arms around John’s neck, voice breaking as you pleaded for him to ruin you: right here in a fucking corn maze.

“Please, John,” you moaned. He grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed. your positioning was awkward but you knew John would take care of you. “I need it.”

Luckily for you, John didn’t feel like wasting any more time. He positioned his hands to be gripping your waist and started moving. Agonizingly slow, he lifted you up and down, John complied. Your breathless mewls were music to John’s ears as he slowly sped up his pace, fucking up into your core.

It didn’t take long for you to feel that white-hot ball of heat tensing up in your gut. This time, though, you were worried you’d cum too fast- too overstimulated from your previous orgasms.

“Fuuuck,” John groaned into your ear. “Squeezin’ me just right, love.”

John’s words sent a chill down your spine. You bit down on your hand until it bled. John’s speed only increased.

“I feel you clenchin’ around my cock, love,” John told you. The rasp in his voice only sent you closer to your high. “Takin’ me just right. Your pussy’s perfect, love. Like you’re made for me,” he rambled, fucking you so roughly you knew you’d have bruises.

You grip at his shirt helplessly as John repeatedly hits that spot inside of you that feels like heaven. “Christ, John,” you whimper out.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Like it when I tell you what a good girl y’are?”

Tears stream down your face and the coil in your gut is so hot, so alive, so ready. “I’m gonna- John- I’m… gonna-“

“Cum for me, darlin’,” John tells you, voice choked. “Cum on my cock.”

And Jesus Christ you do. You barely have time to slap a hand over your mouth before you cum. Salty tears drip down your face while you feel your thighs go lax as the coil snaps.

John’s warm cum spills into you as he pulls you down one final time and muffles his own groaning by shoving his face into your stupidly orange sweater.

It takes a full minute and a half for you to stop twitching in John’s arms. And even so, you can feel your breathing shudder ever so slightly.

“John?”

You feel rather than hear John’s rumble of a reply. Your hand cards through his hair and you attempt to calm your breathing.

“Are you ready?”

Another grumble.

🜼 18+ only. MDNI.

🜼 content: threesome, choking, slight humilation (if you squint), praise, unprotected p in v (you alr know to wrap that thang up) squ!rting, oral f! recieving, m! recieving, f!ngering, hair pulling

🜼 word count: 2.6k

🜼 A/N: yeah yeahh, i know "girl its oct 21 and you just putting out day three, tf goin on??" life babes life lmaoo we're back i promise. enjoy my cherry babes.

 🜼 just incase you did not read my last fic w/ nanami kento-- SANAI is LAUREN'S BESTFRIEND. she was briefly mentioned in my previous fic, this is a continuation with her little story, from her pov :)

Sanai POV

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were the bane of my existence. My best friend– Lauren– had been dating their friend (or coworkers, don't really care) Nanami for the past three months now which means they have been in my presence too much for my liking. Gojo was just as annoying as he was sexy, and Geto’s fine ass was too nonchalant for his own good, and for some reason, that irritated me even more. 

Their whole dynamic still confuses me, how were you just coworkers yet– you hung out every day. They act annoyed with each other, yet they continue to be around each other all the time. 

Currently, I was walking back to my apartment from a long day of classes plus a grocery store run. My headphones were on and I was enjoying the briskness in the air. Thankfully it was my senior year and I would be done with this shit in a few months. I was the type of girl who had my entire life planned out; but oh how I wish my mom would’ve taken me to Disney Channel auditions as a kid so my degree would just be for decoration. My thoughts are interrupted when I bump into something hard that knocks me out of balance but before I go down, hands are wrapped around my waist to keep me steady. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” my head shoots up only to see that stupid idiot with the mask. “Gojo!” His presence immediately irritating me. “What are you doing here?” that damn smirk. He always has that stupid sexy smirk on his face. “Sanai. Pleasure meeting you here.” he nods, then I see Geto coming up behind him. Ugh I can’t stand him.-- okay there is actually no reason why I dislike him. But still. 

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you want?” 

“Why do you hate me so much?” I ignore him and continue my walk back to my apartment– of course they follow behind me. “Let me,” Geto grabs a few of the grocery bags out of my hand and I let him take it. Who am I to turn down help? These bags were killing my fingers and shoulders.“Thank you.” he only nods and gives me a small smile.  When Gojo tries to take the rest, I walk away.

“Just making sure you get to your apartment safely, it's some crazy people in New York. Ya’know?” I roll my eyes. Whatever. They can do what they want. 

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After arriving at my apartment, Geto follows my lead when I place the bags down on my kitchen island. “Argh!” I groan when rain pours from the sky, thunder following it in its wake. 

“You guys can stay here until the storm dies down, if you want.” I was tired, I no longer cared if they stayed or went. As I went into my room to change my clothes, a notification from my weather app told me that the storm was most likely going to last for the rest of the day… great. 

“Nice place.” Gojo told me as I walked into the living room. “Thanks.”

Part of me wondered why I was so mean to him. He was insanely attractive, don't get me wrong– Geto as well; and I thought maybe that was why. Sigh. Men are so stupid, why did I have to deal with the consequences of their messed up actions for the rest of my life? My feelings get played with, now I have to put up walls to protect myself from all potential love interests. No matter how much healing you do, the shit is like muscle memory. 

Now feeling bad, I offer them both something to drink, or food but they politely decline. Now, I had them watching Twilight with me because of course they’ve never seen it and rain— especially storms– always puts me in a Roslyn mood.  

Despite Gojo kicking back on my couch like he freaking owned it, and Geto just sitting there like he didn't really care (as usual) they were both quiet. Which was great. Okay, okay yeah. I can do this. 

“So which one are you rooting for? The sparkly one or the broody one?” Gojo says. 

“I’m team Edward, obviously.” 

“Of course. You look like the type that wants to be protected and annoyed at the same time.” 

My head snaps towards Geto. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he says slowly, eyes on the screen, “you don’t really hate attention, you just want it from someone who can handle you.” 

The sound of the movie continued in the background as I was just gagged by a man who hardly speaks to me. I had no comeback because he was right— I actually liked the attention that Gojo and Geto showed me. They were so attentive and I had never had that before, which is probably why I thought that they were annoying. 

We were on the second movie now, both boys were watching silently. Gojo made comments when necessary, but Geto remained silent. 

“Y’know, they could’ve all been happier if they’d just talked instead of choosing teams. People act like it’s impossible to care about more than one person.” Gojo said. My brows furrowed. Is he insinuating what I think he is? I was no stranger to polyamorous relationships, a few people close to me were in one. I just never thought that would be a reality for me– hell I can’t even find one man to be serious with. 

“You’re saying that works? Two people sharing one person.” I ask. Geto surprises me by speaking up. “You’d be surprised.” 

“You talk like you’ve done it.” When they don’t respond, I perk up on the couch. “Have you?” Geto only glances at Gojo and the two share a smirk before returning their gaze back to the tv. 

“You catch on quick.” Geto says in a low voice. 

“You two? Together? How did that work?” 

“We can show you.” Gojo shrugs like he didn't just suggest we have a threeway. 

“Wh-what?” Something flutters inside of me at the thought of Geto and Gojo touching me and pleasing me at the same time. 

“Do you want us to show you how we share, Nai?” Geto voices, his voice now has huskiness to it other than his regular softness. Oh shit— well of course I want these two fine ass men on me. 

“Yes.” my panties grow more damp as I see Gojo smile and stand, taking off his shirt and walking to stand in front of me, like he was just waiting on me to say the word. He reaches out for my hand and I put mine into his without hesitation. Gojo walks me to my bedroom and lays me on the bed. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he lifts one side of his mask and stares into my eyes and it turns me on more than ever. I nod and he shakes his head.  “Words.” his icy blue eyes don't leave mine. 

“Yes, I want this.” Gojo nods and presses a kiss to my neck, going down to my collarbone before finally pressing one to my lips. I moan into his mouth as he starts to remove my clothes, slowly, still giving me a chance to back down if I want but when I tell him again that this is what I want, he moves with a little more speed— still not too much. “You smell so fucking good, Nai, shit.” he inhales my scent and I whimper, who knew I would be here right now, let alone with Satoru Gojo. 

When he removes my shirt and pants, leaving me only in my bra and panties. Gojo looks at me before removing my panties slowly. “Shit, baby.” he grips my inner thighs, pressing his nose into them as he inhaled and kissed them. “This pussy smells so sweet, let me taste you baby.” He groans. “Yes, Gojo, please.” I stress. He dives in my pussy, running his tongue up and down from my hole to my clit. “Ohhh shi-aah”. He sucks my clit into his mouth and groans happily.

I didn't realize Geto was leaning against the door frame, watching. I have never been watched before and it is turning me on more than I realized. His eyes were low and filled with lust. I moaned so loud when Gojo spit on my pussy and slurped it up, never taking my eyes off Geto. 

“Gojo– that feels so good.” I whined. “Yeah? This feel good, baby?” he coos. I come in his mouth without warning. “Ohhh!” my legs start to shake and Gojo chuckles. 

“Now Sanai, did we tell you that you could come?” the cocky bastard raised a brow as he smirked. He bit down on my thigh and I yelped. “I asked you a question.” My body was still coming down from my high, my legs were shaking damn near uncontrollably. “N-nooo” I groaned in pleasure. “Hmm, that just won’t do. Geto, I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” When Geto started to walk towards us on the bed, he slowly removed his shirt before laying down and throwing my legs over his shoulders. Something about him (both of them really) that was so commanding, just by looking into his lust filled haze, I will do anything he asks. 

“You gonna’ be a good girl for me?” I nodded so fast, all I wanted was his mouth on me. I was so wet and turned on I couldn't even see straight. “Fuck!” The stroke of Geto’s tongue was more strong, so strict in the way he held my hips down. “Geto, Geto please.” Gojo comes around and unclasps my bra and toys with my nipples, sucking and tweaking each one before slamming his mouth on mine. “Pussy so good, so fucking sweet.” Geto mumbled, working a finger into me and staring up in my eyes. “Told ya’.” Gojo smacks my breasts. 

“You hear that sweet pussy weeping? She’s so responsive.” Gojo groans as the sound of Geto pumping in and out of me fills the room. He inserted another and when my hips lifted– Geto pushed them right back down. “Keep em’ down.” Gojo pressed down on my lower belly as Geto leaned up and fucked me hard and fast with his two fingers. My mouth opened on a silent moan as my back arched up so high. “Look at her, she’s in heaven.” Gojo wrapped his hand around my throat and played with my nipples. “How does that feel, Nai?” Geto asked. “S-so good!” 

“Yeah? You wanna come for us? Look at me. You wanna see those pretty juices squirt out for us huh?” Gojo applied more pressure as Geto sped up, applying pressure to my clit now. 

“Come for us pretty girl, look down at that pussy as she squirts.” I moaned so loud when Gojo pinched my nipple when I didn't open my eyes fast enough. I looked down at Geto’s two fingers moving in and out of me as he rubbed my clit. “Such a good girl. Come for us, mama.” Gojo coos. My eyes never leave Geto’s hands as I squirt for the first fucking time. “Ohhhh!” my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body began to shake profusely. Geto bent down to slurp everything up and Gojo moved him out the way to slurp the rest. What the fuck was even happening to me right now? Geto picked me up like I was nothing and placed me on my knees, I was now face to face with him and Gojo, he slammed his lips onto mine, his tongue swirling around mine and I felt Gojo attack my neck, no doubt leaving marks in his wake. 

“So beautiful.” Geto said against my neck and Gojo hummed in agreement. I was so ready to be fucked by them. I was ready to be anything they wanted.  He smacked me on the ass then I heard them removing their pants and boxers. Wow, Nai. Two dicks in your face at once, you’re killing shit. I thought to myself as I looked down at their impressive lengths, both thick and long and slightly curved. My mouth started to salivate as I wet my hands and began to stroke them both as they took turns in kissing me. “Who knew you were so nasty, Sanai? You’re our dirty girl?” Gojo licked from my neck to my ear as he started to kiss and suck on my ear– oh– that’s new… I moan in the pleasure that I'm engulfed in at the moment. Their mouths on me has become my new favorite thing. Gojo pushed me down on the bed, my ass in the air, and he switched places with Geto. 

Geto was now behind me and Gojo in front. Without hesitation I grabbed Gojo’s dick and placed it in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, Nai.” he groans. Geto smacks my ass and inserts himself inside me slowly, I squeeze my eyes shut and moan around Gojo’s dick. Geto pulls out slowly and slams back in. I popped Gojo out of my mouth and moaned. “Get- Geto!” I whimpered as he smacked my ass. “Put him back in your mouth baby, that’s right, take him down your throat.” Geto said as he pounded into me from behind. “Like this?” I stared up at Gojo when I relaxed my throat to take him deeper. “Just like fucking that, pretty girl.” He took my curly hair in his hands and pulled slightly as I worked on taking him deeper. 

“Such a pretty sight huh?” Gojo breathed heavily

“In fucking deed.” Geto groaned in ecstasy. 

“You’re doing so good baby, so fucking good for us.” I moaned around Gojo’s dick as my eyes rolled back. Geto’s dick was hitting that perfect spot inside of me over and over again. 

Gojo groaned as he came down my throat and I swallowed up every last drop with pleasure. He handed over my hair in his fist to Geto and he pulled me up, my back now to his chest. He continued to pound into me, making me moan out and whimper with every thrust. Gojo slammed his mouth on mine and swirled his tongue around mine. Geto wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed slightly. Gojo’s lips left mine and he turned my head as Geto wrapped his lips around mine. 

Gojo bit his bottom lip as he reached down and began to rub my clit in circles– going the same tempo as Geto’s thrusts. “You think you learned your lesson, Baby? Have you been a good girl?” Geto cooed in my ear. “Yesss! I havee!” I was begging to come, I couldn't do anything but take it when Gojo moved both my wrists in front of me. “You think she learned her lesson, Satoru?” Geto bit down on my ear as he moaned in my ear. “Hmmm, I think she has… you ready to come for us baby girl?’ Gojo asked teasingly, still circling my clit. “Yes, please! Can I come?”

The men looked at each other before Gojo looked at me and nodded. Immediately, I came on Geto’s dick with a scream; and from the way my pussy had his dick in a vice grip, he came right after me. “Ohhh my fuckkk.” I moaned loudly as Geto groaned in my ear. “You took that dick so well, Baby.” He sucked on my neck and laid me down on the bed slowly, still kissing me. 

“This is far from over, Mama.” Gojo loomed over me and threw my legs around his waist. Then, slammed inside of me and we both moaned loudly. “Be a good girl and take it, can you do that for me?” Gojo pressed his forehead on mine and kissed me when I nodded, when he leaned back up… Geto was there– already wrapping his lips around my nipples as I moaned and rolled my eyes back in pleasure.