Nsfw Headcanons For My Boys

♡ nsfw headcanons for my boys ♡

♡ english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes. ♡

luffy

— luffy is a whore for you. he doesn't see anything wrong with it, he will moan louder than you (canon) just because he feels so good inside you, he won't miss a moment to say it to you for the millionth time, luffy wants you to know that he doesn't use you just for your body, there is a special intimacy between you.

— he doesn't mind getting on his knees for you and licking you for hours, he just likes the taste of you and it relaxes him. luffy buries his face in your cunt and moans loudly. he also wants you to sit on his face and ride his nose, the fact that your juices will be on his face will make him cum in a second, speaking of which. licking you, luffy can cum just because his tongue is in you.

—he will touch and massage your nipples, put his fingers in your mouth to wet them, and then touch your breasts with the same fingers.

— i don't think he has a very fast pace. the first few times, he will be gentle and sensitive, but after that, girl, you are in hell of endless orgasms!!! he won't stop for a second(unless you ask him to), he wants you to cum together and kiss at that moment(canon).

— daddy king 100%, breeding king and overstimulation = luffy.

zoro.

— zoro will hold your hands during sex always, he doesn't care what position you're in, his palms will always find yours and hold them to increase your overall trust so you know he's still here and loves you dearly.

— A HUGE DICK AND IT'S A FACT. it's so big i'm afraid it might tear you up from its size, but it's also very beautiful. zoro will thrust into you to make you feel him fully and is sure to ask "can you feel me here, honey?" when his hand is on your stomach and his cock is deep inside you.

— the sloppiest when it comes to nipple sucking, he'll leave all his drool on your breasts and leave hickeys around your breasts because he's crazy about them. he'll most likely cum on your breasts and smear his cum all over them.

— will suck on your already swollen clit until you beg him to stop and push him, either way, he's a fan of overstimulation.

— will pull your hair and watch your back arch and your eyes roll with pleasure.

— size king, unprotected sex, prise kink, biting kink.

sanji.

— sanji will make you get on your knees and suck his cock forever. he won't fuck your mouth much at first, but if he sees that you like it, he won't leave you alone. without fail, he will cum in your mouth and then kiss you deeply afterward to make you feel yourself.

— not against the idea of tying your hands so you can't touch him and begging him to untie you. blindfold you so you don't know what he's going to do next and sanji can play his game.

— his hands are always on your body, his lips are always on your lips, and his cock is always deep inside you. that time when he thrusts roughly into you and your lips touch in a tender kiss will make him see the brightest stars.

— really loves playing with your nipples and won't stop until you cum from it.

— he wants to cum deep inside you and see you pregnant, he's probably always wanted that. you walk around with his baby inside you, your tummy is so cute, he gets turned on by the idea in SECONDS.

— loves rough sex anywhere but has a kink for the shower and kitchen.

— the ultimate pervert.

triwizard tournament | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

genre: fake dating, fluff, angst, pining¿?, OOC james?? basically the plot of goblet of fire if it took place during the marauders era, not proofread!

wc: 7.4K

originally posted on wattpad

"plus, you're incredibly pretty, i'm really not opposed to keep telling people we're together."

"keep?"

"yeah keep." james lifted his head up and looked at her sheepishly. "she's going to run the story which means we'll need to keep the story going, i'll pay you, anything, i'll take you to your favorite shops and buy you whatever you want, just help me with this."

"with what money?"

"with the money that i'll win from the tournament." there's that confidence. "so... yes or no?"

there was a crash somewhere close to her, before she could even look up to find out what the ruckus was about; four boys found themselves around her seat.

"i'm so sorry." a voice whispered from her left. "hey! this is my girlfriend, [name]. bug, this is amy reid."

"hi," 'amy' greeted. before she could even wrap her head around what was going on, she smiled at amy, a short brunette woman who looked roughly in her thirties. "how long have you been together?"

"since last year." one of the other boys answered.

"oh." amy turned from the boy and back to her. "how charming young love is."

"so." amy clapped her hands. it was only then did she realized that amy had someone following after, short and timid; the boy had a notepad in his hand, jotting everything down word for word. "tell me about your love story."

"my love story?" she repeated under her breath.

amy nodded frantically. "your love story of course, how you met, how you started dating, all that good stuff."

"right." she glanced to her left and was no where near surprised when she realized it was james potter, of fucking course, it was james potter who she was in this situation with. "our love story."

sitting opposite both james and her was sirius and remus with peter hovering behind them. she must've made a face, one that was amusing, seeing as sirius grinned at her once their eyes met.

"well," amy murmured. "it seems as though you don't know where to start." amy turned to the boy behind her before she turned back around. "how did you two meet?"

"we share the same classes." that wasn't a lie. "and i thought she was incredibly pretty so i asked her out." liar. "it's quiet a boring story, actually."

"and you?" amy turned to her. "what did think about james?"

"i thought he was—" annoying, loud, dramatic. "charming." amy seemed to like her answer, smiling as she turned to tell the boy to note it down verbatim. "and he was handsome too so it's a plus."

"isn't that just adorable," amy cooed, then her entire behavior shifts. "so what's your opinion about this whole triwizard tournament thing? are you worried, excited? how did you feel when you found out james would be competing?"

honestly? she didn't really give a fuck. she'd hoped that he won the tournament for hogwarts but she couldn't have cared less. "i was really worried, you know. i didn't want my boyfriend to die."

amy smiled, seemingly satisfied with her answer. "well it was nice meeting you, [name]. all though i've got to catch up with the other two contestants as well, i hope we can meet again soon."

"you too." and with that, amy and her minion left. once she was finally out of their sight, the four boys huffed out a long dramatic breath. "girlfriend, huh?"

james collapsed on the table, hiding his face in his arms. "i'm sorry." was this the confident gryffindor everyone had a crush on? "i panicked and you were the only girl i recognized, everyone else was a third year."

sirius bit his lips, hiding his laughter as james dug his head deeper and deeper into his hands. "plus, you're incredibly pretty, i'm really not opposed to keep telling people we're together."

"keep?"

"yeah keep." james lifted his head up and looked at her sheepishly. "she's going to run the story which means we'll need to keep the story going, i'll pay you, anything, i'll take you to your favorite shops and buy you whatever you want, just help me with this."

"with what money?"

"with the money that i'll win from the tournament." there's that confidence. "so... yes or no?"

•••

amy did run the story. along with the story that she might or might not be one of james many lover —this was because, sirius had thought it would be funny to have the other seventh years tell reid that they've all slept with james (how he got them to agree, she didn't know).

james was the first person she saw the next morning (besides her dorm mates). he invited her to have breakfast with his friend, an invitation that she accepted and had found herself quiet fond of everyone he surrounded himself with.

they were all so . . . gryffindor. and she meant that as a compliment.

james walked her to her first class, then her second, then any other that she had after it. once dinner time came, james was the one who awaited her by the great hall.

"hi," he said once he spotted her.

"hi?" she knew they had to keep up and image but she didn't expect to be keeping it up so constantly. "what are you doing here?"

"waiting for you," he answered, james reached forward for the strap of her bag, taking it with ease and began walking into the great hall. "how was your day?"

"it was good." she then proceeded to tell him how everything went, trailing behind him as she tried to ignore the stares that followed her. "how was yours?"

james opened his mouth, an answer already at the tip of his tongue before he shut it quickly, looking perplexed. he was quiet for a second; feeling so so stupid and stunned. for, the only thing he had thought about all day was her. "it was good."

•••

the first task was coming up and with how nosy the marauders are, it was only a matter of time before they found out what the first task was: "dragons." and peter said this enthusiastically because, it was something he never thought he'd ever see in real life.

"that's easy then," said sirius, digging into some yorkshire pudding. "you can just use the conjunctivitis curse, a dragon's eyes are its weakest point."

"yeah but it could end violently," she pointed out. "what if the dragon lashed out and kills him."

"what about a broom then?" lily suggests whilst passing the salt to marlene. "if he flies fast enough, he'd be able to maneuver his way around."

"around what, though?" remus murmured. "we know that the task involves dragons. but what to do with it exactly, we have no clue."

"no matter what, i stick by it," said lily. "broom stick."

broom stick turned out to be the best method. james had gone last after he picked the hungarian horntail. from behind the tents, james wasn't able to watch his competitors —soren from beauxbatons who had gotten the welsh green and amerie from durmstrang who confronted the chinese fireball— attempts but he knew what he needed to do.

steal the golden egg from the clutches of the dragons they'd picked. james had finished the fastest, maneuvering his way around on his broomstick like lily had suggested.

once the tournament wrapped up, amy reid spared no moment before she started bombarding him with questions. how did you feel? was it ecstatic? how does it feel to be the best? and when [name] went down to see him, why isn't your girlfriend giving you a celebratory kiss?

"uhm—" what the fuck does one say to that "—we're not comfortable with showing much PDA."

amy frowned. "oh c'mon you two look great together, it's only just the couple of us. just a kiss for the front page shouldn't matter."

james looked at her skeptically, pushing his glasses upwards. "i don't think us kissing has anything to do with the task i've just finished."

"it doesn't," amy concurred. "but the viewers wants to know more about to the two of you. you've only said that you were together but no single living person have seen the two of you on a date. we're starting to suspect that you're faking it."

"then kissing wouldn't make a difference," remus chirped in. "wouldn't the viewers just make up some crap about them kissing just for the sake of faking it."

"i suppose they could," amy said, smiling patronizingly. "but why should we risk it when you two are so obviously in love." 

"it's—" remus sputtered but it was obviously that he had no counter argument.

james only shook his head, stopping remus and took a step forward. he leaned in slowly and with his voice low, lips brushing against her ear. "can i kiss you?"

he waited, one, two, three seconds, before she nodded. james head tilted backwards the slightest bit before his lips crashed onto her. his arm snuck around her waist and held onto her, bringing her close to his chest almost desperately. his lips lingered until finally, the camera clicked and he pulled away.

and, with a twist of her stomach, she was bitterly reminded that this was all for show.

•••

"wait—" her desk partner called after her, his hand wrapped around her wrist, halting her in her place. "wait, please."

so she did, she waited and turned to face him. standing six feet tall, looking as bright as a golden retriever, smiling his best smile, and her new desk mate. soren edmé. her 'boyfriends' competitor.

"there's the uhm—" he paused, hand scratching the back of his neck shyly. he was handsome, extremely so, handsome enough to rival dorian gray himself. "the yule ball. would you like to go?"

"together?"

"yes -uhm, yes together." his accent was oddly enough, extremely welsh despite coming from france. "as a date."

fuck. on any other day she'd have said yes with no hesitation, but when you're in a relationship —albeit a fake one, with the competitor of the person who was asking you out on a date. saying yes is just straight out betrayal.

"oh." soren sounded deflated and she hadn't even replied yet, was her face really that expressive? "you already have a date, don't you? potter right?"

at her nod, soren smiled softly, accepting his rejection with grace. gosh, he's basically blond sirius.

soren bit her goodbye, muttering something about the golden egg and quickly rushed to catch up with his friends.

she made her way out as well, meeting marlene in the hallways as she greeted her with a large grin. "guess who just got a date for the yule ball."

"lily?" she teased.

"har har you're so funny," marlene said with a roll of her eyes. "anyways, i asked dorcas and she said yes! isn't that just adorable?"

"it sure is," said lily, joining the two of them as they passed by. "it was getting unbearable with how much you were pining after her."

"anyways." lily handed her wand to marlene and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. "have you gotten a date yet?"

"no, i'm waiting on james to ask." she made sure not to mention a single thing about soren.

"why don't you just ask him?" said marlene easily, handing lily her wand back. "why wait?"

because, she wouldn't be able to handle rejection as elegantly as soren did. "asking's too much work. i'll just wait."

"what about you, lils?"

lily shrugged. "a pretty french boy asked me to go with him," she said easily, once she noticed the look on their faces, she quickly clarified. "laurent, his name is laurent, he's as handsome as his friends. he's nice too, so i said yes."

"so you both got dates then?"

"and you." marlene looked at her with false sympathy. "nothing."

"actually, i got asked—"

"what are you pretty ladies talking about?" cut in james. he had his glasses off, opting them out for contact lenses. why he chose to do so? she didn't know.

"yule ball dates." said both lily and marlene.

james' brows raised dramatically. "really?" ignoring the daggers marlene stated through him. "must've slipped my mind."

"aren't you going to ask her to be your date?" no more subtleties then. thanks lily. "she's your girlfriend, isn't she?"

"about that." james drawled, a hint of a smile lingering on his lips. and as she thought he was going to ask, she watched him patiently. "i'm not going with you."

right.

of course.

why would he?

it's not like they were actually together. this was for show and that was all to it.

one for the money. two for the show. james was getting ready so she should let him go.

she hadn't planned to ask him furthermore. she already knew why he didn't want to go with her but if she had planned to. marlene beat her to it. "why not?"

"don't you need a date to the ball? you're a triwizard champion and all?" lily added on.

"i never said i didn't have a date," said james.

it shouldn't have bothered her, really, it shouldn't have. and yet, she couldn't help but feel —for the lack of better words— stupid for expecting other wise. of course, james potter of all people wouldn't go to the yule ball with her. he was the leading man after all.

"then what's about [name]?" lily asked, eyes wide with offense. "you're just going to leave her alone?"

"she doesn't mind." james turned to her. "do you?"

"no." she shook her head. "it's nothing, of course i don't mind."

•••

"aren't you coming with us?" jolene asked as she got ready to start the day. "don't you need to pick out a dress for the ball?"

"no." not when she had no plans in attending it in the first place. "i don't want to go."

"why not?" jolene moved away from her own vanity and onto her bed. "this happens once every eternity, how can you not go."

"i just—" am dreading seeing james with someone else, dreading being near his mere presence. "—don't want to."

"not a good enough reason," jolene told her. "you're coming with us to buy a dress, and you're coming with us to that god forsaken ball."

jolene was persistent, she knew that for a fact. and now, as she stood in front of rack stacked with pretty dresses, she was once again reminded about just how persistent jolene was.

"how about this one?" she lifted up a blue dress that was mostly made from tool and lace. "it's pretty."

"it also looks like her tits could pop out any second," rose (their other roommate, and jolene's long term girl friend) murmured, dismissing it with a wave of hand. "why don't you just let her pick something for herself?"

"because, she won't," jolene said sharply. "she's convinced herself that she doesn't want to go. where's the fun in that?"

rose's eyes shifted between the two girls, biting the inside of cheek until finally, she stopped. "why don't you want to go?"

"because, i don't want to," she answered simply. when jolene made a face, she felt the need to add on. "and i don't have a date."

"you don't?" rose asked, surprised. "what about potter? he's not going with you?"

"no."

"why not?" jolene sounded infuriated. "what kind of shit boyfriend doesn't take their girlfriend to a ball?"

"it's complicated."

"just how complicated?" jolene followed up. "c'mon, explain," she demanded, sitting down on the shop's many waiting chairs. "we have all day."

so she did. from to start to finish. "jesus," jolene muttered once she finished. "what kind of dick move is that? no wonder i like women."

rose pursed her lips. "what about soren? does he still want to go with you?"

"i dunno," she answered honestly. "and even if he did i don't think i'd be able to go with him, not when i rejected him."

"then you'll go with us," said jolene, standing up. "the three of us can go together."

•••

the entrance hall was packed with students, all milling around waiting for eight o'clock, when the doors to the great hall would be thrown open. those people who were meeting partners from different houses were edging through the crowd, trying to find each other.

jolene had found lily and led her to where rose and [name] were waiting. the oak front doors opened, and everyone turned to look as the durmstrang students entering with their professor. amerie was at the front of the party, accompanied by —oddly enough, peter pettigrew in dark robes that matched her dress.

how the two got together, she'll figure that out later.

she still hadn't seen james or soren, but buried the thought and went into the great hall like the rest of her friends.

the walls of the hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. the house tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.

they found themselves by one of the many tables, chatting along as they waited for the ball to kick start itself.

once everyone in the hall settled, the champions and their dates walked in in lines. first to come in was amerie and peter —and odd couple that looked honestly cute with one another in a way she couldn't explain. the second to walk through the door was soren and a pretty girl in purple robes.

then —at last, was james potter. and his date. dates, actually. james had brought two dates. his dates who were wearing bright red dresses. ones that matched james' cut for cut. james potter and his dates were wearing the same dresses. james potter was wearing a dress. and so was his dates, sirius black and remus lupin.

"they're taking the piss out of this," jolene cackled loudly, a domino effect that soon spread throughout the hall: each students laughing loudly at the sight before them.

the three boys grinned, —well two really, james and sirius; remus was plain out grimacing— happy to have created such an uproar. searching hazel eyes met hers through the crowd, watching the most minuscule of her reaction with his lips curving upwards.

then he mouthed something, and despite being a shit mouth reader. she thought he told her to: "save me a dance."

the three boys started walking up towards a large round table at the top of the hall, where the judges were sitting.

when all the food had been consumed. dumbledore stood up and asked the students to do the same. then, at a wave of his wand, tables zoomed back along the walls, leaving the floor clear, and then he conjured a raised platform into existence along the right hand wall. a set of drums, several guitars, a lute, a cello and some bagpipes were set upon it.

the weird sisters now trooped up onto the stage to enthusiastic applause; they were all extremely hairy, and dressed in black robes that had been artfully ripped and torn. they picked up their instruments, and came to realize that the lanterns on all the other tables had gone out, and that the champions and their partners were standing up.

the band played a slow song and she could see her friends separating. jolene and rose. lily and laurent. and finally marlene and dorcas. they looked reluctant in leaving her alone but with multiple shakes of her heads, they left towards the dance floor.

"hello." was the first thing soren said once he found her. "can i have a dance?"

she was skeptical, not wanting to steal him away from whoever his date was. soren, seeming as though he'd read her mind, smiled.

"we only came as friend." he told her. "she fancies this guy and wanted to make him jealous. it's the least i can do when the girl i wanted to come with already had a date."

she laughed, the irony of her coming as her friend's third wheel not lost. "poor you."

"poor me," he repeated, smiling charmingly. "now about that dance?"

she opened her mouth, ready to agree when someone came before her. drowning in red tool was james potter, positively beaming.

"hi." james smiled, and she noticed that once again, he had opted his glasses out for contact lenses. "can i have this dance?"

she turned to soren, watching as his face drop. his expression quickly shifts, rose-colored lips tugging into a small smile as he shrugged and sent her off.

at her nod, james' grin widened. offering a hand out, she placed her hand onto it and james made use of it by holding on tightly as he tried navigating the dance floor.

before they had gotten far, soren stopped them by calling out james' name. james turned, so did she, and found the blond looking hesitant.

finally, soren let up. "have you figured out what's inside egg yet?" he asked james directly.

james shook his head, brows knitted. "no."

"you should try putting it in water—" he paused, licking his lips. "—you'll find it very helpful if you did so."

"okay," james murmured, clearly skeptical. "how'd you find out?"

"laurent is very clumsy," soren said off-handedly, his eyes then briefly glanced towards her. "but you should look into it, i think i might need some help when it comes to it."

and with a fond smile, soren left the pair alone. james shook his head, only then realizing that their hands were still intertwined. james didn't make a move to let go, only continuing on his journey to finding the perfect place for their dance.

once they found a good spot, not too crowded and yet not too bare with the music loud enough for them to be able to hear one another. james guided both her hands to his shoulders —bare due to the off the shoulder cut he wore, and placed his hands on her waist.

"you didn't think i would come with someone else did you?" he asked, swaying. "because, quite honestly i couldn't even dream of it. it was you or no one else."

she didn't know what to say. didn't know how to control the fact that his word had sent butterflies to her stomach so she settled for an easy: "really?"

james smiled, and nodded bashfully. "really. it was the only think i thought of when minnie told us about the ball."

"right," she murmured. "but then i had to compete with two pretty lads wearing dresses so i obviously lost."

"obviously." his tone was light and teasing. "how could one compete with this pretty dress?"

she glanced down, finally taking the piece in and giggled. the dress was a bright red, off shoulder, princess dress. he looked charmingly ridiculous save for his handsome face (despite it losing its iconic presence).

"why aren't you wearing your glasses?" she made sure not to step on the tools of his dress as they dance. "you haven't been wearing them for a while now. why the change?"

james shrugged. "why not the change?" with a roll of her eyes, james answered honestly. "because, i thought you'd like it."

"why?"

"a couple weeks back, whilst working with lily at her dorm, i took my glasses of to clean them and mckinnon told me i looked handsome." he stopped for a second, gulping. "i'd thought you'd agree so i started opting for contact lenses instead."

"i guess i did it to impress you."

heart: melted. "james."

"bug," he said in return, using the same pet name he had called her when he first painted himself to be her boyfriend.

"thank you for doing this. i do think you look nice with contact lenses." she smiled, an action that he reciprocated. "but i think i preferred it more when you don't have to worry about your contacts drying up."

"i'll keep that in mind."

•••

"wormie," james called out. "lock the door, will you?"

peter did as told, locking the prefect's bathroom door whilst watching as his friends —sirius and james, to be specific— strip into their swimming trunks with remus, and james' pretend girlfriend standing by the edge of the pool. 

remus had the golden egg in hand, passing it down to james once he settled into the water. the tub was clear for the most part, the group had decided that that was best.

any bubbles would obscure the view of what happens to the egg.

james with the egg in hand, shot her a playful look. "you sure you don't want to come in, bug? the water's very nice."

with her back pressed against the wall and her arms crossed in front of her chest. she quipped, "never have i ever before."

with a final smile, james turned to sirius who was watching them with careful eyes. james then proceeded to slowly lower the egg into the water, scared that this might be soren's plan on ruining james chances in winning.

but james had always been trustful. so once nothing happened after submerging the egg, james' hand reached over to open it and this time —unlike the several other times, the marauders attempted to open it— it did not wail.

instead a gurgling song was coming from it, a song who's word they could not distinguish through the water. "put your head under," remus told them.

sirius and james took in a deep breath, and slid under the surface —and now, sitting on the marble bottom of the tub, they heard a chorus of eerie voices  singing to them from the open egg on james' hand.

come seek us where our voices sound. we cannot sing above the ground, and while you're searching, ponder this we've taken what you'll sorely miss, an hour long you'll have to look, and to recover what we took, but past an hour - the prospect's black too late, it's gone, it won't come back.

"note this down," said james, rising up from the water. peter scrambled to his book bag, grabbing the first piece of paper and quill he could find and waited for james to recall whatever the song was.

it was barely days before the second task, which meant they were running on borrowed time. after dressing as quickly as they could, the five of them began their way towards the library.

they ended the first and second day empty handed, not having a single piece of formation at their aid. the third, which was one day before d-day, was almost repetitive of the last two days. keyword: almost.

as the sun began setting and the five grew tired from the lack of findings, the sight of lily evans and frank longbottom was practically god sent.

lily was the first one to speak, noticing their miserable expressions. "still nothing?"

"nope," james concurred, head buried into his books. "absolutely nothing."

"honestly, after million of years of magic there ought to be at least one or two charms that helps you breathe underwater but there's absolutely none."

"what do you mean there's none?" lily asked with confusion.

"there's absolutely zero." james exaggerated. "we've been here for days and still haven't got a thing."

"do you think maybe you've been looking for it in the wrong books?"

"no." james drawled, then he turned to lily. "do you know something i don't?"

"a few," she murmured. "like the scuba spell and the bubble head charm both of which are used to breathe underwater."

"and gilly weed," frank added.

"brilliant," james said sarcastically. "why have we been here all day when we could've asked this two geniuses. why are you even here anyways?"

"professor mcgonagall sent us to fetch those three." lily pointed to [name], sirius, and peter.

she hadn't done anything wrong if she could recall. so why did professor mcgonagall want to see her?

"why?" sirius asked before she could.

"she wouldn't tell," frank shrugged. "she was looking a bit grim when she asked for you three, though."

"we're supposed to take you down to her office," said lily.

the trio stood, standing side by side. "we'll meet you back at the common room."

when morning came, james had somehow acquired gilly weed by sneaking into one of the many green houses on the school's grown. he put on his contacts —seeing as it would be better for him to not worry about losing his glasses— and hoped for the best.

he remembered a brief conversation he had the night before. frank longbottom was half asleep and half delirious; his words mumbling with one another. "do you know how to swim?" he'd asked.

"yes, no. well— well enough for me to complete this task," james answered.

"okay," frank murmured, nodding off from his bed. "just remember, if you forget how to swim, just wiggle like a worm and you'll be alright."

remus and james shared a look, hiding their laughs. "thanks."

neither sirius, peter nor her had return —or maybe they did but he had missed them. maybe they had gotten back after he'd went to bed and gotten up early for whatever mcgonagall needed. or maybe they hadn't returned at all.

james shrugged away those thoughts as he had breakfast, his head interpreting the song as many way as he possible could.

they had taken something from him that he'd surely missed and he had an hour to retrieve it, if the hour passes and he had yet to retrieve it, whatever it was would be gone.

and now as he stood on the edge of the platform, upset that neither his best friend or girl friend was there to cheer for him, james took a great breath, ate his gilly weed and dived in.

the lake was so cold he felt the skin on his legs searing as though this was fire, not icy water. the first gulp of icy lake water felt like the breath of life, and james realized then that he had grown gills.

james stretched out his hands in front of him and stared at them. they looked green and ghostly under the water, and they had became webbed. he twisted around and looked at his bare feet - they had become elongated and his toes were webbed, too, it looked as though he had sprouted flippers.

the gryffindor smiled to himself; he was partially a merman, brilliant

he swam deeper and deeper —and mentally wondered if he looked like a worm. he turned full circle in the water, the silence pressing harder than ever apainst his cardrums. james thought he must be even deeper in the lake now, but nothing seemed to be moving except for the rippling weeds.

he swam on for what felt like at least twenty more minutes, passing over vast expanses of black mud now, which swirled murkily as he disturbed the water. then, at long last, he heard a snatch of haunting mer-song.

an hour long you'll have to look, and to recover what we took,

he swam faster, and found a large rock emerge out of the muddy water ahead that had paintings of merpeople on it. though terrified for his life, james pushed it aside and swam forward, following the mer-song.

. . . your time's half gone, so hurry not lest what you seek stays here to rot . . .

a cluster of crude stone dwellings strained with algae loomed suddenly out of the gloom of all sides. here and there by the windows james saw faces.

all of which had greyish skins and long, wild, dark green hair. their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth, and in, wore thick ropes of pebbles around their necks. they leered at james ,as he swam past, one or two of them emerged from their caves, to watch him better, their powerful, silver fishtails beating the waves with spears clutched in their hands.

james sped up and a strange sight met his eyes.

a whole crowd of merpeople were floating in front of the houses that lined what looked like a mer-version of a village square. a choir of merpeople were singing in the middle, calling the champions towards them, and behind them rose a crude sort of statue; a gigantic merperson hewn from a boulder. three people were bound tightly to the tail of the stone merperson.

[name] was tied between sirius and peter. all three of them appeared to be in a very deep sleep. their heads were lolling onto their shoulders, and fine streams of bubbles kept issuing from their mouths.

james froze briefly, not knowing who exactly he meant to be saving. he cared for the three of them deeply, his two best friends and the girl who had helped him more than he could've asked for.

james shook away his thoughts and sped towards the hostages, half expecting the merpeople to lower their spears and change at him, but they did nothing. the ropes of weed tying the hostages to the statue were thick, slimy and very strong.

he looked around. many of the merpeople surrounding them were camping spears and wondered if he could've borrowed one of their spears but, he knew that they wouldn't let him.

this was his task, he needed to finish it himself.

so james swirled around, looking for anything that would suffice. then it hit him —quite literally, an object hit his head and he turned as quickly as he could to find soren watching him.

the object fell to the bottom and james registered it as a covered butterfly knife, he was unsure what to do with it. what was he playing at?

"get him." soren told him, his voice was clear; the bubble-head charm was useful when it came to this. soren grabbed another knife from his pocket, opening it up to hack at the ropes on [name]'s ankle, when they broke soren spoke once more. "hurry."

so she was what he would've missed most?

when soren left and amerie came, her making quick work at peter's rope. james was reminded that he was soon to run out of time. james dove down, picking up the knife soren had thrown at him and began cutting at sirius' ropes.

once they broke, james wrapped an arm around sirius' torso and began swimming upwards. when he felt his head break the surface of the lake, he pulled sirius up with him.

amerie and peter came up just seconds after, making the crowd in the stands let out a great deal of noise, shouting and screaming, everybody seemed to be on their feet. james had the impression that they'd thought that sirius, peter and amerie might be dead but they were wrong.

sirius expelled a great spout of water, blinked in the bright light, turned to james and said, "i've never had someone make me this wet before."

james ignored him, too preoccupied with the fact that not only was soren's price possession his girlfriend but that soren had helped him twice now. and the lad didn't seem to be expecting anything in return.

he removed his arm from sirius' torso and swam towards the platform. his entire body ached, his previous fish-like feet and hands turned back to their normal state, clearly human as days.

amy reid was quick at rushing towards the pair of them once they rose. asking james question after question about why soren had saved his girlfriend, why soren was looking at her with so much concern and affection as he tried to help her recover from the task, and finally, why wasn't he angry that soren was doing so.

james didn't know for one. and for two, he really had no rights to be angry. she wasn't his girlfriend and as much as they pretended that they were, he could never lie to himself about that. not when he had always been to scared to make a proper move.

"james." her voice was familiar to him, he turned around. she looking at him with wet hair and even wetter clothing. she then pressed a hand to his cheek, turning to gaze at each side. "are you okay?"

james gulped, nodding. "i'm fine, bug." he forced himself not to lean into her touch, warm and welcoming despite the coldness on her fingertips. "brilliant even."

he nodded his head forward, and found soren watching the pair of them; james smiled weakly, an attempt at thanking the blond. "how's he?"

"he's fine," she answered. "he's very ecstatic that he got first place. i think he might implode any second now."

"from what?" seeing her touching james so intimately when she was the thing he'd missed most and yet, he couldn't have her?

"excitement." she told him. "what else would it be?"

•••

as the day of the third task creeps closer and closer, so close that it was a night away. she can't help but feel worried for what's about to come.

the triwizard tournament has quite a record when it came to death. and she really didn't want to see her 'boyfriend', the guy who saved her life —albeit him being the cause of her possible death, and her friend's new girlfriend dying.

still, as the day approaches, all she could bring herself to do was help them every single way possible. james had gathered that the task had something to do with the quidditch pitch so he told soren as a form of repayment.

the five of them —it being her, james, sirius, remus and lily, for peter was helping amerie out— had found themselves in a secluded classroom, practicing spells after spells.

james had been acting mechanically lately, that she noticed. she wondered if it had anything to do with what happened during the second task— more specifically, soren. she decided not to ask, whatever was going on with james was not her problem.

she shouldn't want to know unless he decides to open up to her about it.

"bug." when she started responding to that pet name exactly, she couldn't pin point. "we're just about to leave, aren't you coming?"

"oh." she stood up from where she'd sat. "yeah, 'course."

"on second thought," james murmured, glancing between her and his friends who were stood by the door. "just go on without me, i need to speak to [name] for a bit."

the three bid their goodbye and left. james turned back to her when he could no longer hear their footsteps and almost smiled at the confused look on her face.

"i . . . kind of have to tell you something," he told her, swallowing hardly. "it's just that— the final task is tomorrow and the triwizard tournament is quite notorious for its deaths."

he then continued. "i suppose i'm telling you all this so i wouldn't regret it if something where to happen to me."

as james did everything and absolutely nothing at the same time, she can't help but think that this is it. this is where james decided that he'd used her until she was powerless, that he didn't need her anymore, that this was where it all ends.

and she didn't know/can't differentiate whether she feels happy or miserable over this. or if she felt both. but to her surprise, james confessed.

"i think i like you."

it took her one, two, three seconds to process this. i think i like you. he thinks he likes her. he thinks he fancies me. "what?"

"i lied," james began. "there was a reason i ran to you that day. i didn't know why i chose you then and still don't now but what i do know is that alice was there and we both know she's nice enough to help my lie to reid and yet, i chose you to help me out."

james took in a deep breath. "i couldn't stop thinking about you the days after, i didn't know why but i chose not to dwell on it for two long. and then the ball happened, you look so beautiful that i felt stupid for even considering going without you."

"i should've figured it out sooner but i didn't," he mumbled. "i still haven't figured it out now."

"what i have figured out is that i don't like seeing edmé look at you the same way i look at you. i don't like knowing that he cares about you as much as i care about you. i don't like that he's sure about his feelings for you while i'm not."

she put the pieces together then, it was so nice for him to lay it all out in front her.

"i think i fancy you, bug." he looked at her, really looked at her this time and said, "and i don't know what to do about it."

•••

whoever was running the tournament is a dumbass. who decided that putting a maze in a quidditch pitch was a good idea. who decided that making the final (and probably most important task) almost unwatchable was a good idea.

all she could make out from her seat was some random heads of hair, running round in every direction; all trying to reach the middle where the cup sat prettily on a platform.

both soren and james had gotten head starts. james for being the fastest during the first task and soren during the second.

it was about forty minutes into the task when the crowds started up, murmuring about a champion's return with the cup in hand.

everyone watched with baited breath, each school hoping that their school champion would pass through the maze as if they were the flash themselves.

and after a few more apprehensive minutes, the hogwarts students shoot up from their seats; screaming, yelling, shouting loudly in celebration. chanting the name potter over and over again when james walked out with the biggest grin he'd ever worn in his life.

lily pulled at her hand, leading her way down the stairs and onto the pitch where james stood handsomely, turning from cameras to cameras and to more cameras until he finally spotted them.

her more specifically.

james was practically beaming by then, turning to reid and told her kindly. "excuse me, i need to go kiss my girlfriend."

james passed the trophy to sirius on his way to her and grabbed onto her wrist, he led the way towards a secluded area and before she could even say hi; james had pressed his lips onto hers.

his bottom lips tugged between his teeth when he pulled away, looking at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "i won."

"you did," she concurred. "congratulations."

it didn't occur to her then what exactly had happened. they had kissed before, this was nothing new.

"i told you i'd win," he told her. "i'm never wrong about those stuff."

she only hummed, smiling and nodding as she let him take his win.

james, seemingly high on victory, told her almost breathlessly. "you are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."

her eyes shot to the ground without intending to, mouth dry with no good response. james' hand found her chin, gently tilting her face upwards so he could get a good look at her.

"i like you," james said lowly. "that i'm sure of now. i really really like you, bug."

"and i would really like to kiss you and be your boyfriend for real this time." he finished.

james waited, one, two, three seconds, leaned in and when she made no move in pushing him away, he pressed her lips onto hers. kissing her with so much passion she would've fell if it weren't for him wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her desperately close to his chest, holding her tightly in place.

and this time, this time, she realized that there was no one watching. there was no cameras clicking, no one forcing him to kiss her to prove that it was all real because, this time james is kissing her because he wanted to. because, james was sure he likes her.

—from bee: this fic was one of my longest fic of all time sksksk i love james very much hehe

PUSSYCAT-PRIMADONNA gojo satoru

SUMMARY: gojo visits his local strip club out of boredom. yet it’s his surprise to see the top paying girl is no one other than his pretty best friend, you.

WORD COUNT: 6k omg

CONTENT: f! stripper reader, modern! au, lap dance, dry humping, overstim, brat reader, dumbification, degradation, praise, f! receiving, size kink, impact play, unprotected, manhandling, semi-public, pussywhipped gojo, prone bone, cowgirl, pet names: (baby, princess, angel)

NOTE: old request. this entire fic was inspired from buttons by the pussycat dolls, sadly gojo doesn’t die this time :/ ty @omgeto for beta reading some <3

It was your final shift of the day— one more session and your day would be over, the music throughout the club blared, booming throughout the speakers of the entire place. Some fast paced song played in the background as you glanced at yourself in the mirror— using the very pad of your thumb to rub some of the sheeny polished gloss that resided on your lips.

Dragging your feet across the sleek, smooth porcelain like floor— you started to make your way towards the private room where your customer was waiting. The very back of your heels clanked against the ground over and over, and you enter the room to see the man already waiting.

“Hi. If you can specify how many minutes you’d like—”

And you pause once you look up to see your best friend of years, Gojo Satoru— sat manspread, in nothing but jeans and a tight fitted shirt, staring right at you— he’s just as surprised as you, and he can’t help but let his eyes wander and roam your body, your exotic attire of lingerie, he’s never seen you dress like that.

“Satoru?” You furrowed your eyebrows in utter confusion, he hated strip clubs.

“Hey . . .” Is all he says before he spreads his legs just a bit, and his eye contact remains on you, and that’s when your eyes trail down towards Gojo‘s lap to see it. His hard boner that didn’t fail to make itself visible underneath his jeans.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke after a long awkward silence— eyeing him a near perplexed look, eyebrows slightly parted the more your eyes remained on his.

Gojo leans back, and for some strange reason— it was as if his eyes were stuck on your body, the lingerie you wore, hugged your body in all the right places, you almost forgot, you were quite literally nearly if not practically half-naked in front of your best friend. He leans back against the velvet red cushioned sofa before speaking in a soft yet somewhat of a coy playful tone.

“We’ve been friends for how long, and you never told me you were a stripper.”

“You never asked.” You replied, walking towards him— and he slightly raised his head up to face you exactly, and a smile pressed against his pink glossed lips.

Gojo swiftly shrugs. “Yeah, as if I’m supposed to guess you dance for a living,” and then he rubs a hand back against his neck, his eyes still roamed and his gaze— it was so dirty, the way his stare remained for so many seconds at a time, it was as if time stood still for a moment, his eyes went up and up and up, glancing at your curves, your hips, your entire pretty physique.

“. . . Sooo,” he hums, slowing his words purposely before a near chuckle leaves his lips. “You gonna gimme a lap dance or what?”

You peered at him, your eyes rolled back as you made your way right in front of Gojo— taking a seat right on his lap.

Gojo‘s completely fixated on you the entire time, he’s annoying, haughty half-grin remaining on him as he swiped a tongue against his lips, his eyes gazed right into you as you straddled him abruptly.

“I can’t believe I have to give you out of all people a lap dance.” You grumbled, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a soft sigh leaving your nose as the music started to play in the background— it was slow, a perfect setting and rang across the entire dim-lit room.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Gojo clicks his tongue with a soft laugh, and that’s when he brings his rough big hands towards the sides of your hips before you smack them away and he winces.

You raise your eyebrows as you start to grind against him slowly. “No touching policy, Satoru.”

“You’re so boring. I touched you before.” Gojo replies with a snarky tone.

“Hugging doesn’t count.” You mumble, matching the sheer sarcasm in his voice. Gojo doesn’t reply, and instead he moves his eyes towards your hips, watching you start to move— back and forth against him and a soft grunt leaves his lips, he’s so hard that you could feel it. Feel him poking out from underneath your lacey protected panties.

Gojo leans back, and he grows silent as you give him the lap dance, he studied you the entire time, your movements, it was insanely insatiable in a way, your hips were just nasty— rubbing against his clothed jeans, Gojo‘s stopped talking which is a surprise— he’s keeping his entire focus on you, you’re all into the mood, the music guiding the way you went against him it seemed, somewhat motivating you.

“. . Fuck,” he groans, watching you move yourself back and forth against his thigh— teasingly getting right up close and personal to his face, the sweet saccarhine coated scent of your fragrance drives him dizzy, your smell was purely enticing, soft breath fanning against his neck— and Gojo couldn’t handle how much of a tantalizing little thing you were.

You had your hands propped onto his broad shoulders, swaying against him— and Gojo’s quietly breathing through his nose, your hips were just impossible, you drove him crazy. It was a coincidence, sure, but if Gojo knew you’d be a stripper working here, he’d surely be asking for you everyday.

“You’re being a tease,” he scoffs, growing slightly irritated once he sees you stand up from his lap suddenly, grazing your hands down slowly all over your body, doing an entire perfect figure eight stance with your body— sensually moving to the repetitive constant beats of the music.

“No I’m not,” You hum, maintaining a good sensuous rhythm. Each beat from the sound, your hips matched perfectly— you were completely in sync throughout the entire time it played, sashaying towards him again before smiling. “You wanna touch me, Satoru . . ?”

Gojo nearly starts to pant— and he’s growing more and more impatient. You get on his lap again— this time your back’s facing him and you’re just casually moving yourself up and down against him, nice and slow, he can’t take it— you’re so cruel, he’s just getting harder and harder by the moment.

“You know I wanna touch you,” He repeated, his voice was low, and he sounded frustrated— it was somewhat adorable. Gojo’s eyebrows were furrowed together, and his face grew a bit flustered throughout you grinding yourself against him over and over again. “Brat.”

You smile to yourself, bringing Gojo’s hands up to your hips— and he stares down, watching you guide his rough hands to squeeze against your waist, feeling against the sheer thin straps of your lingerie set. The room was dim— the purple fluorescent lights shined just barely, it was a bit dark in the private room— Gojo could only just about make out your pretty face and that cute smug grin compressing against your glossed lips.

Moments later— the ten minutes were up, and much to Gojo’s disappointment, just as you were about to get off his lap, he held your hips in place before huffing out a needy, “. . Waittt.”

“Ten minutes are ov—.” and that’s when you pause right mid speech, feeling the very hard tent underneath his pants poke right beneath your panties.

You’re still sitting on Gojo’s lap and then he grunts. “. . . Can’t . . . leave me with this damn boner, princess. You got me all hot and bothered after dancing all over me like that.”

“You’re dramatic,” You rolled your eyes, still straddling his lap before staring directly at him, and Gojo returned the look, his hair was slightly messy, ruffled and he looked heavily attractive, even while primarily dressed down. “What do you want then, a kiss?”

“More than that,” Gojo murmurs in a near low voice, and you gasp— feeling his fingers brush against the thin straps of your attire, it pops against your skin lightly before he brings you towards him, and his lips are just against yours. “I want you.”

You hum, inches apart from kissing him before smiling. “Kiss me then, Satoru.”

Gojo couldn’t wait as soon as you said that, he pulled you into a deep and needy kiss— you remained idly sat propped up on his lap, teasingly starting to grind yourself against him as your lips pressed against his. He grunts in your mouth from that, and you nearly moaned, feeling his rough hands roam quite everywhere around your body— feeling and tugging on your straps, desperate to just rip it off your body already. Gojo tasted sweet, you could taste some tangy light liquor on his tongue yet you couldn’t really make out the flavor— it was rich, savory and definitely candied.

You brought your hands onto both sides of his face, stroking his cheek as you kept straddling him— swaying your hips back and forth against his brick hard boner that tuck underneath his jeans and he was about to lose it— you heard his breath get caught in his throat before he squeezes your ass with one hand. You whine, and that’s when Gojo lifts you up.

“S- Satoru,” you moaned, and you sat back against the fat cushioned sofa— he’s staring at you and he was panting, his pink sheeny lips now practically covered and coated with your sweetened lip gloss. He licks his lips swiftly and slowly, and that simple tiny gesture had no reason being that attractive.

“What time do you close?” He huffs out, standing over you— blue eyes focused on your sprawled out body the entire time.

You catch your breath slightly, sliding your inched stilettos off before replying in a soft-spoken voice, rubbing your lips together. “Um . . in about half an hour, why . . ?”

Yet— his answer to your question was with simply his tongue. Face shoved right between your pretty plush legs.

Gojo starts off slow as you’re laid down on your back, softly planting a plethora of kisses, wet kisses near the very inner part of your thighs, he’s making his way up— and he teasingly bites down on the cute g-strip you wore, his teeth tugging on it before pulling back and it lightly smacks against your skin and you whimper, staring down at him.

That’s when he starts to softly drag his tongue up and up until it reaches towards the middle part of your panties, Gojo stares at it before giving the soft fabric part a kiss— and he feels you throb and it brings a pompous grin on his lips, only to swipe his tongue against your panties to taste your already slightly drenched clit that hid underneath the clothed undergarment.

“. . . F-Fuckkk,” you gasped, your nerves practically getting the best of you. It was even worse once you felt Gojo blow against your pussy, easily moving your panties to the side before dragging a thumb down your dampened folds, hearing how pre-soaked you already were, and he hums to himself. The sensation tickled, yet it made you pulsate— yearning for more throughout each second that went by.

You swallowed— staring up at the drywall, feeling your best friend’s tongue just graze and drag against your sheer sweet skin. You bite down on your lip once he finally brings his tongue towards your folds, making a tantalizing slow stripe lick and you get shivers.

“Do you—” You nervously giggle, panting as you look down at him, and he looks up at you once you speak, pausing his motions. “Do you even know how to eat pussy, S-Satoru..?”

He glares at you, and it’s cute— yet it’s not cute anymore once he brings a spank towards your cunt and you whimper, despite that, that simple gesture turning you on a lot more than it should have.

“Shut up and spread your legs.” He mutters.

“. . . ”

You remained quiet and he lays his tongue flat down against your cunt, dragging it slowly up against you, and you shake a bit, shivering as if the room suddenly got cold— Gojo couldn’t wait, he broke away for a brief moment before gathering a good amount of spit, and you feel him spit right on your pussy— rubbing a thumb to smear and coat the glistening wad of his own saliva against your folds before digging straight in.

Gojo was so sloppy with his tongue, absolutely filthy. He’s trailing his tongue slowly and sensually against your nub— circles, shapes, letters, an entire multitude of things.

The kisses he made turned into straight sucking at one point and it wasn’t long before your head slumped back against the velvet cushioned sofa, your legs were practically shaking by now— quavering and trembling within his firm hands gripping down on your thighs.

“Sa—toru,” you’d pant out in short staggering breaths, he’s focusing towards your clit— his eyes were closed, pretty lashes fluttering every so often as he was deep between your thighs, continuing to stimulate you. The music playing in the background was loud and insanely raucous, some slow jam playing, it rang throughout the dim dark private room. You let off a loud abrupt whimper, feeling Gojo’s tongue brush against the very opening of your clitoral hood and he hums, bringing a sweet nibble to it and you grip hard onto his hair.

“Mhm,” he hums— making sure to create pressure all against your pussy with his tongue, he’s slow but incredibly sloppy, it doesn’t take long at all before your slick is happily coating Gojo’s chin. The noises he made— all from his mouth, it was so lewd, his pink lips were dampened with his own spit along with your own sweet taste covering his mouth, he couldn’t get enough.

Gojo was definitely pussydrunk by now— your taste . . just so glacé, his tongue ran and dragged against your folds, you couldn’t stop squirming— coming to the realization your best friend of years was face first shoved between your legs, eating you out the starved man that he was.

He was just sloppy too, he raises his head just a bit to lick his lips— pursing his pink dampened lips together before watching his own saliva trick down towards your cunt, you whimper once you felt him drag two fingers down your folds, maneuvering miniature rotating circles against you— and you bite down on your lips, head going back and you were coming close, if anything you thought Gojo would be a virgin— he ate your pussy as if it was the only edible thing in existence.

Gojo has your legs raised up, and you‘re just laid flat on your back, he’s so greedy, his tongue just laps and laps against your folds, hungrily sucking against your nub to elicit that sweet cry from your throat, and it’s almost as if he knows you’re getting close— because that’s when he starts to grow a bit more rapid.

“F-Fuck, S—Satoru— gonna make me cum—” You babble, your voice was falling on deaf ears, your thighs shook and shook, joggling pathetically within his mean grip against your legs, you stare down at him and Gojo’s returning a glance—

. . a smug grin on his face, pretty lashes half-lidded as you watched him move his face from left-to-right at such a pace, his tongue roamed everywhere— it met every crevice, not missing any spot inside of your pussy. Gojo ate you out as if he was waiting his entire life for this moment.

“Oh my g—goddd— fuckkkk,” you whimpered, hitting the back of your head lightly against the fat velutinous sofa over and over again on repeat. Your legs felt like they were about to give up, Gojo’s tongue was insanely filled with pure lewdity and lunacy. He can’t help but spit down your slit each time, getting hard from the way it runs down your folds only to spank your pussy a few times to watch you whimper— chewing down on your lip as if it was candy. “I’m gonna cum— fuck..”

He doesn’t falter, his tongue still being occupied, you’re a complete mess— he’s digging in fingertips into your no brand named fishnets, your wetness completely coating the very bottom of his chiseled chin. Gojo grunts and that’s when you came— letting off the most whiniest shrill of an orgasm known. It has you panting— and he’s still eating you out after the fact, he was impossible.

“S-Satoru— okayyy . . okay—” you whined, your lip quivering, falling into such a sensitive state, your legs were just straight jello, benumbed as you felt the overstim wash over you, dragging you into such a crescendo.

You literally have to pry Gojo’s face out from between your legs— he’d probably eat you out for hours, he was so starved. As you hold his face up, Gojo slowly looks up at you with a coy smile, sliding his tongue swiftly against his lips to lick the sweetness of your own slick on his mouth. His eyelids were low— he was so drunk from tasting you and he only wanted more by the second.

“You moan really loud y‘know,” he snickers, leaning up close to you— and he pressed his body between your legs, bringing rough hands towards your thighs to make it wrap around his waist before he grins— watching you just lay dumbly all sprawled out against the sofa, still trying to catch your breath in short, quavering, breathy pants. “And you say you’re not allowed to fuck on the job.”

“. . . Shut up,” You swallowed, your body still rattled from your strong intense release— and that’s when Gojo leans close to you, and he’s got such intense eye contact, he brings a thumb up to the side of your lips— feeling the glossiness of your lip gloss against it, smearing it down with a swift motion before he brings you into a sultry kiss.

You moaned in his mouth, your head raising upwards a bit as his body started to grind against you, suddenly you felt hot, sizzling even from him being pressed against you— Gojo’s lips remained against yours, and he’s handsy a bit, you feel his hands trail down towards the straps of your lingerie, feeling the crumbled up dollar bills stick out from between them— and you feel a smile press against his lips, you could taste yourself on his tongue. It was so sloppy. Gojo was sloppy and he wasn’t ashamed.

You whine once he pulls away to drag you towards him, and he lays flat down on the sofa— and he pants for a moment before giving you a smug complacent grin, manspreading and he taps his lap with his palm, signaling your to come towards him. “Wanna ride me? I know you do, angel.”

“. . . ”

You don’t reply and he just chuckles, watching you get on his lap— unbuckling his dark black jeans, pulling it down with ease, and your eyes go straight towards his bulge, his boxers he wore was a bright cerulean blue color, and he was a packer for sure, there wasn’t a doubt about it. It was enough to make you lick your lips, just imagining how big your best friend was. It made your head just cloud up with such fog and want— need even.

“Stop talking, Satoru,” You grumbled— and he smiles, watching you pull down his briefs, springing out his length, and he was huge. Your eyes broadened for a bit as you stared at it. Gojo had a girth to him, he was well trimmed chiefly, a pretty pinkish-red tip at the top, and he was already leaning— he had a slight curve to him, and he was so tall and lanky — his dick just pressed against his tummy. You always suspected he’d be big, but nothing like this.

“I’ll stop talking when you put your hips to use, stripper,” he coyly grins— and you shoot him a glare, watching a breathy laugh leave his condensing lips. “I’m teasing. Although, I still can’t believe you hid this from me. You could have given me a lap dance this entire time without me paying, hmpf.”

You huffed out a vexed sigh— and he chortles, watching you with curious peculiar eyes, and he stares at the way your hand wraps around his length— you’re hovering over him, your g-string of your pretty lingerie set just moved aside by Gojo, and that’s when you start to sink down slowly.

The music throughout the private room bounced against the walls— each three minutes a new song would play on shuffle, the room was dim— you could barely make out Gojo’s face, just that annoying smug grin and those blue eyes that never left your pretty face.

“F-Fuck,” you sibilated through your teeth, lowering yourself down on his cock. He stretched you out so good it hasn’t even been a few seconds— Gojo grunts, watching your hips stutter a bit, the crown of his cock throbbing into you, and your eyebrows furrow just a bit— a tiny moan leaves past your lips, and his girth only added more pleasure towards your sweet needy entrance. “Why are you so— . . f-fucking big, Satoru.”

“Don’t ask dumb questions, princess,” he hums, bringing a hand towards your ass— taking one of the remaining twenty dollar bills that was stuffed between your straps, rubbing it against your skin. His voice was a low raspy— yet a mixture of playfulness at the same time.

You intake a sudden sharp breath— and he’s halfway in yet it feels like he’s balls deep, your mind is just racing, Gojo’s length was just simply enticing, salacious— incredibly dirty. You moaned, as he held onto your hips with a firm grip, giving you a flashy half-assed smile, before a hand reached down towards your ass to spank it. “Move, baby.”

Not even at a pace yet and you felt like you were gonna cream down his shaft— it was embarrassing, he was all the way in now and you started to move, attempting a somewhat decent rhythm with your waist— rolling and sloppily lurching your hips against him—

and he finds it cute, he’s studying your facial expressions as if he was studying some sort of college course— you’re just trying to maneuver your hips, adjusting to his size but god was he just extending out inside of your cunt as if it was just nothing.

“Uh— fuckkk,” he grunts lowly, a slight groan leaving his throat, you start to sway your hips, biting down on your lip— your bottom lip that was glossed and covered with your lip gloss, your hips started up a pace, leaning back, and as you stared at Gojo, you could see his ripped jacked abs pierce through his shirt— it was just purely mouthwatering. Gojo’s entire body was flavorsome. “Ride me just like that, good— good girl.”

You lean forward just a bit— and his hands roam and roam, up and down your waist, you whined, his touch was so sweet yet a sting of roughness— feeling you up throughout each second he got, tracing down your curves with his fingertips— he lets off a low sigh, feeling the head of his dick kiss against your sensitive pulsating nub that was stuffed between your folds.

You’re in the right perfect angle and you can’t stop moaning, your sweet babbles was so cute to him, to think you were being a bit of a brat earlier and now you’re starting to turn into a complete mess all because of his hefty size— churning up your insides, and then Gojo grunts. “Touch yourself while you ride me, pretty girl.”

“O—Okay…” You stammered, continuing to rock your hips against him, and you bring your hands towards the near straps of your set that was just barely about to fall off your skin, you were practically without any clothes on— and he brings a hand towards your chin before speaking in a sly tone.

“You’ve always been so bad with keeping eye contact, but I want you to keep those pretty eyes on me, Y/N.” He mutters, stroking your chin with his thumb.

Your move your eyes towards Gojo and he has a smirk pressing against you pink sheeny lips, growing flustered with the way your hips rutted against him time after time—

He was stuffing you full of his thick inches, you feel like you’re floating, in a more lewd filthy way. He watches you with superlicious haughty eyes, watching you continue to feel all over yourself— your hands sliding down your body, rocking your hips back against him and you bite down on your lip again— his dick just stretching your pussy out, he groans, feeling you just clamp and clamp down on him.

“No touching policy but you’re fucking your customer,” Gojo sneers— his rough hands slide up and down your body, attempting to guide your hip movements, thwacking the thin striped straps repeatedly against your skin as you tried to compress your sweet moans. Your earrings that hung that your lobes just dangled and dangled, as you gave him a glare. “I’m starting to think you like me more than just a friend.

“…Shut up Satoru,” you moaned, feeling the very crown of his cock continuously prod against your sweetened savory spots— your eyes just flicker and roll, you’re growing dumber and dumber by the second— it was like Gojo’s dick had you addicted, the walls were quite thin and you tried to be quiet but with his size rearranging your insides— you weren’t sure if that was possible. “F-Fuck I’m gonna c—cummm.”

Gojo grunts, feeling your hips swivel and buck, all against his lap— the stretch had you completely starstruck. Each second he’d get he’d smack your ass again and again, squeezing it, caressing it—

it made him hard, each spank you whined from the slim sting, you’re wanting more— and you place your hands on Gojo’s shoulders, and he stares at you with a weary smile pressing against his glistening lips. “Already angel? You sure do cum pretty quickly, hehe.”

He was so annoying— you wanted to smack him, but you couldn’t really do that with being stuffed full of his dick— he had the smuggest grin on his face, watching the way your pleasurable expression forms into a slight scowl— your hips move and rotate before you end up cumming anyway. Your hips twitch, and your lips slightly part as the ache between your legs took action.

You felt warm as you creamed all down his shaft— your nerves were just going crazy, you’re spasming and babbling, abruptly leaning into Gojo’s neck, whimpering sweet mumbles of “O—Oh my fucking g—goddd.”’s.

“. . . So sensitive,” he purrs, holding you close to him, sliding a hand down your back— peeling off your lingerie, and you hear a soft laugh leave his lips as you’re still trembling, your orgasm hit you like a truck— it was that good that you had to take a second to breathe and recollect your thoughts. “There there. I’d be like this if I rode myself too, heheh.”

“…..”

You really wanted to smack him, you really did.

“Hm, how about you lay down on your chest, princess. I wanna admire you from the back.” Gojo says, a cheeky grin going against his mouth, slight dimples poking near the sides of his pink lips.

You did, pressing your cheek against the fat velvet matched pillow— the satin of the fabric collides against your skin and you intake a breath the moment you feel Gojo squeeze your ass, a tiny grunt slides past his lips once he rubs his tip against your folds, he grows quiet for a moment— watching your slick coat the head of his length and he groans.

“Oh damn, my best friend’s got such a sloppy pussy,” and you moaned, he was teasing you— each second he spent talking, he could have been fucking you—

but no, Gojo Satoru loved to fuck with you, he always have, straight blabber mouth.

He just wouldn’t stop talking.

“Fuck me already.” You stammered— a whiney voice coming out of your throat, his cologne was so loud it made you nearly dizzy— you were in such a dumb position, flat on your chest with Gojo behind you, staring at the way you cutely and patiently waited for him to just go inside again— but here he was, wasting time.

“Are strippers usually this hostile towards their customers?” He gasps, entirely dramatic— before he chuckles straight afterwards, and he’s just playing with your entrance, his very tip just prods against your slit and you kiss your teeth, mashing your lips together and an annoyed sigh leaves your mouth. “Ask me nice, pretty girl. Then I’ll give ya what you want,” and then he pauses before humming. “Ooh. Better yet, tell me pretty please. Yeah.”

“. . . Fucking—” You grumbled, and he brings a hand up towards your arms, pinning them behind your back to wait for your response— just a single thrust and you’d be fucked. He was so close, just a single inch and he’d be all inside you all over again. “Pretty— pretty please, Satoru.”

He lowers his voice a bit. “Pretty please, what?”

“… Pretty please … fuck me. I want you.”

“Oh, I want you too. I always have,” he smiles, and his voice just drops and drops with each moment he speaks, you could hear the slight bass in his tone, it was unintentionally sexy— just that alone made your pathetic cunt throb. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, just arch your back a little for me and try not to be so loud. Wouldn’t want your co-workers to hear their top paid stripper being so slutty in this private room, now would they?”

You whimpered— feeling him finally start to go inside of you, inch after inch it makes your mouth water before you reply with a, “I don’t care if they hear me, S-Satoru.”

“Huhhh. Dumb girl, you’re not supposed to say that.” He rolls his eyes— before he presents you with a single thrust, gripping your hips and you moan— he’s finally fucking you again, Gojo groans, pressing his weight against your ass but he starts slow, tantalizingly slow to make a pout form on your lips— his strokes go slow at first, and he makes you feel it, really feel him—

Gojo’s stretching your pussy out profusely, he bites down on his lip, keeping his eyes on your back that arches just a bit, brushing his thumb against your hands— the bracelets that wrapped around your wrists as he had you in his grip— arms just pinned back.

His hips are slow and steady, you’re feeling every hit against you— within seconds later, another song plays on the near broken speaker that was above the two of you, boomed loudly, singing throughout the dim red-lit private room, your lingerie peeled off your body, just barely hanging on.

“Satoruuu— you . . fuck like a old man, god—” You whined, poking fun at his slow thrusts.

“. . Hey,” he smacks his lips— and that’s when you gasp, feeling his hips ram into you at once, taking you by surprise, and he’s pounding into you now, watching your head slightly raise up before he leans in to push your head into the pillow. “We both know that’s not true. I wanted to be gentle, princess. Seeing how you could barely adjust to my size when you rode me a f—”

“Fuck me and shut up.” You grumbled, his thrusts slamming into you sloppily now, you’re just starting to hit against the sofa repeatedly, bounce after bounce.

“Fuck me and shut up, Satoru,” he mocks, pitching his tone to your liking— and you whined, feeling his sheer hips pivot, dipping right into you, his cock, the girth of it is just bullying you at this point, it’s so mouthwatering, he’s got your mind spinning in circles at this point.

“That’s what I’m doing, silly. If I go any harder I’m gonna break you— not saying I wouldn’t love to see that.” He grins.

Your eyes were so stupid, making fun of you as they just rolled and rolled, Gojo‘s mean sloppy strokes were just nasty— his weight that hovered over you had you babbling complete gibberish, straight up nonsense. You’re practically being fucked into the sofa— and he grins, seeing you fail to keep a back arch, just laid flat into the cushions— whimpering and then he groans— his hips snapping into you now.

“Mhm— gonna cum, princess—” he huffs out in a short breath, white strands of hair hanging down over his face, occluding his vision by the second, he’s balls deep, smacking back against your ass with his pelvis to where you’re so loud— at this point you didn’t care who heard, your mascara started to mess up— sticking towards your lashes and you’re just completely stupefied by Gojo’s shaft thrusting in and out— driving into your soaked clenching pussy at full speed, you got goosebumps. If you knew your best friend could fuck this good, maybe you’d fuck him a long time ago.

“Where d—”

“Inside, S-Satoru…” You cut him off, immediately stuttering out, being hammered into the settee.

He hums, an overweening grin on his lips, you just wanted him to fill you— you didn’t care, just a dumb cock-drunken mess, whimpering his name over and over as if it was some mantra— it was quite a sight to see.

“Ooh. To the brim, yeah?” He pants, his hips were so mean— his thrusts, you’re throbbing, feeling that same pool of heat rise up within you and you nod your head yet Gojo leans up close to you, a hand softly going around your throat, as he’s maintaining his sultry strokes. “Words, baby. Use them.”

You choke out a soft, “c—cum in me, Satoru..”

He slides a free hand down your back, brushing his fingers against your skin— and he groans, his cock kissing against that dearest sweet spot that’s got you so feral, spitting out such whiny whimpers, encouraging him—before he shoots a load into your cunt, it feels wavelike for Gojo almost, contracting and throbbing everywhere—

his warm sticky seed just fills you up, and when Gojo cums, it’s a lot— he grows quiet again, slowing his hips down to make you listen with him, and he whines out a low and rapsy, “oh f-fuckkk..”

He feels warm all over— watching your pussy get stuffed full, he licks his lips, taking his length out, hearing the pop noise occur again once he’s out of you, gifting you with such velvety ropes of his own. Gojo stares dumbfoundedly, sweat trickles down the sides of his forehead— and he’s slowly panting, abs clenching and as he pulls out, he watches his own cum start to spill out.

“Oops. Looks like I flooded your pussy, angel.” He breaks the abrupt silence, flipping you over to face him, and he’s got a smug grin— despite being fucked dumb himself, he was pussydrunk most definitely, a wave of relief washes over him once he came, and he swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Y-You’re buying me new lingerie, Satoru.” You huffed out, sprawling your legs out a bit, your thighs were such a mess— you couldn’t lie, you wanted more.

Gojo runs a hand through his hair and watches him make himself decent— sliding his briefs back in before shrugging. “Yeah, I guess,” and then his body language changes for a moment as he stares at you, picking up your phone, and your eyes widen. “I love y—”

“. . . Hold on,” you muttered before sighing, sitting up from the sofa. “I totally forgot. Someone requested a session after you.”

He clears his throat, pretending he didn’t say what he was about to say. “Oh ummm.. who?”

You turn your phone towards Gojo with a dull expression, pressing your glossed lips together as the bright screen shined in his face— on the device, it was a man that seemed around the same age as Gojo— long dark black hair and a smug grin. “I don‘t know . . do you know him? Says his name is Suguru Geto.”

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( suggested rival college ), glory hole, dub con, cock worship, oral sex ( m!receiving ), degradation, name calling ( whore, hole ), facial, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day ten [ leona kingscholar + glory hole ]

“Yeah,” you knew it was Kingscholar before he released the grumbling from within his throat, “lick it first, whore.” it was just so obvious that he would be the one to go first, and as soon as the thick, warm brown cock slid through the hole to demand your attention, you were certain. pressing both palms flush against the wall, you lap at the swollen, red tip, tonguing the slit until your worship elicits a satisfied snarl from the other side. your heart skips a beat at the sound, realizing what he must look like right now. the cock pushed forward, as if demanding to slide into your mouth, and you knew he must be bucking his hips. if you imagined his emerald eyes staring down at you, his broad chest heaving as he tucked his chin into his chest to watch you lick at his cock, you’d simply get dizzy.

“Work that fuckin’ tongue.”

it was an order impossible to refuse, and you moaned as you dipped your head, dragging your tastebuds over the bulging veins, dancing your way down the length of his shaft until it lays across your face. the velvety muscle flicks at the underside of him, the raw scent of his arousal engulfing you, the weight of the cock on your face driving you mad. with your face against the wall as close as you could get, you licked every inch that was presented to you.

“You love that taste, don’t you?” he rumbled, baritone gurgling deep in his throat, before he expels a wicked hiss of what might’ve been laughter, snide and crass. “I’m starting to think you threw that Spelldrive match on purpose, just so you could be stripped and used.”

“I—I didn’t—“ you started to protest, pulling back to pant with the tip of the mighty cock smearing against your lips as you form the syllables.

“Shut up and suck it already,” Leona demanded, and you knew that had he been able to, he would’ve grabbed you by the hair and forced your head down to take him. so you do just that, opening your mouth, letting the bulbous head slide in, your lips stretch into a tight O as inch by torturous inch, Leona plugs your mouth. once he was inside, you start to suck, bobbing your head in a furious rhythm. his taste was twice as intoxicating as his smell, raw and musky— as if lust oozed from every pore. “Attagirl. You learn fast.” your eyelids flutter, gargling and drooling as you work him over. it’s embarrassing, and you may never admit it, but the flimsy pair of panties you’d been stripped down to were damp. you were enjoying this way too much. but you mewl and slurp, squirming on your knees to get even closer. the more he grunted, the more desperate you were to please him. “You know your place at the very least,” you could practically hear the way he must be baring his teeth as you sucked him off and he growls, “on your knees for me and my Pride. Don’t you worry, hole, because each and every one of my boys’re gonna get a chance to fuck that cock hungry little mouth a’yers:” Leona grunts, and his girth pulsates against the walls of your warm, wet cavern— the tip prodding at the back of your throat every time you try to take another inch. “Just as soon as I’ve had my fill a’ya.”

you cluck, your body jerking as if to protest taking so much cock, your cheeks hollowed and your couplet stretched and aching, but you didn’t care. you kept your same, rapid pace, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chest, where it sticks like glue in your cleavage. Leona was rock solid, battering your cheeks and threatening to jam your tongue to the back of your mouth when he drills into it. your arms hang slack instead of reaching up to pump the inches you thought you couldn’t take, and the depravity of feeling the head of his cock dip into your gullet sends you into a frenzy of hungry sucking, and fervent bobbing, until you start to gag on him.

“Oi, take it easy, whore.” Leona groans, pulling back enough that his cock nearly slips free from your grasp, had your lips not clamped down against the spongy head to keep him inside, whimpering with a need to keep his taste filling your mouth for as long as possible. “You don’t get to just tap out if you choke.”

with your head so close to the gap, you could hear waves of murmurs, snickers, and gleeful taunts. you couldn’t imagine how many guys were lined up after Leona to fuck your face, but you assumed it was Night Raven’s entire Spelldrive team, and most likely all of the boys from Savanaclaw, as well.

“Better hurry up and make me cum,” Leona growls, “there’s a lot more cocks out here that need your attention.”

spurred by the knowledge that you were far from finished, both of your hands flee to wrap your fingers around the thick cock in front of you, gliding along the slick provided by your saliva to jerk off the remaining inches as you focus all of your attention on the throbbing tip. you alternate between sucking until your cheeks hurt, and then sliding your tongue along the shape, outlining his tender frenulum, before delving into the slit as it dribbles sticky sweet precum into your mouth.

“That’s it, almost there.” Leona grumbles, “Keep sucking me just like that, fuck, worship that cock.” the more you teased, the tighter you squeezed, and the more the muscle started to twitch in your hands, the closer you knew Leona was to cumming. “You’d better take my load on your face, whore. You ready for it? You know what to do…!”

your eagerness overwhelmed your dignity, and your lips made a vulgar pop as you pried your mouth from his dick, pumping both fists at a merciless pace until the first streamers of his release shoot into the air. they coat your hairline, dribbling down and sticking your tendrils in clumps, as more spurts splatter against your cheek and into your open, panting mouth. his cum costs every tastebud, and you moan, closing your eyes to avoid being blinded until the shower is over. his essence is warm and viscous as it hangs in globs from your chin, speckling the tops of your breasts with white.

you can hear him snarling, panting, as the orgasm starts to fade, the cock in your hands softening significantly once he’s finished— but there’s still some spunk that drools out from the twitching tip, and you can’t help yourself: you dip your head and swirl your tongue along the slit once more, gathering all he had left in the groove your muscle makes to swallow it with a happy whine.

“Already addicted to cock, huh?” Leona’s chuckle is hoarse as he wrenches himself away from your mouth, the delicious cock disappearing as he pulls out of the hole. “Don’t get greedy and swallow it all, either. When I decide to letcha outta there, I wanna see a cum covered slut, crawling on all fours, begging to suck me again.”

Straw Hat Crew Gangbang Headcanons

Female Reader, spanking, exhibitionism, spit roasting, triple penetration, oral (male receiving), p in v, p in a, unprotected sex, cumming inside

AN: This was not proofread and is basically word soup. I bit off more than I could chew and ran out of coherent thoughts.

A pretty girl across the bar, and three major flirts, along with two others that won't readily admit they had their eye on you.

Usopp definitely started it, a few drinks in and he was leaned up against the bar spinning tales of grandeur as you giggled at his antics.

Luffy came next, hyping Usopp up and making the story more and more wild.

Then Sanji decided to chime in, making you blush and fluster as he showered you in compliments.

Nami and Zoro watched their crew mates surround you, the two glance at each other and decide to step in.

"Alright, give the little lady a break." Nami smiles devilishly and places herself between you and Luffy.

Zoro takes up the other side, pushing Sanji back a bit. The blond grits his teeth, but before he can open his mouth, you open yours.

"It's okay, I'm having fun." You giggle, feeling the warmth from the alcohol wash through your body. Nami's hand feels like lightning on your skin and you glance at her. The way she's looking at you has your stomach twisting.

Zoro and Nami share a knowing look with each other.

"We can have more fun back on the ship!" Luffy's head pops up over Nami's shoulder, his eyes burning with excitement.

"Yeah, I got so many more stories, and the ship is much more comfortable than these rickety old bar seats." Usopp smirks, leaning over Luffy.

"What do you say darling?" Sanji steps around Zoro, who side eyes the man.

"I-.. Okay." You decide that the worst that could happen is you getting kidnapped by these pirates and that didn't seem so bad.

Back on the ship, it doesn't take long for Luffy and Ussop to take turns stealing greedy kisses from your lips. Sanji stands behind you, kissing your bare shoulders. Nami and Zoro sit and watch like predators waiting to strike.

Everything happens quickly, and yet all too slow at the same time.

Luffy lays beneath you, cock pounding into your needy cunt, Usopp behind you with his dick teasing the tight muscle of your ass, and Sanji in front gently lathing the tip of his cock on your tongue.

The three men groaning, whining and gasping as they use your holes. Hands grope, pinch and caress you. It's too much, yet not enough, and the sounds of your wet cunt has your clit throbbing.

You gag around Sanji's cock, moaning each time Ussop and Luffy's thrusts match with each other, filling you up so impossibly full.

Sanji strokes your face and gently tugs your hair. "Feel so good darling. Just like that."

Luffy takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks fervently. You feel sloppy spanks on your ass, and you flinch and mewl with each slap.

Three orgasms have been ripped from your body, you've squirted twice and the floor below you and the men is drenched in your slick.

You don't know who came first, all you know is suddenly everything felt intensely hot.

You're choking down Sanji's cum as he rides out his orgasm on your tongue. You can feel Luffy's spend spitting at your cervix and Usopp's spilling from your ass.

They three men pull out all at once, and you feel entirely too empty, even with their cum stuffed inside you.

The audience, that you completely forgot about, made their presence known once again.

"Alright boys you've had your fun. Let a real man show her a good time." Zoro rises from his place on the couch. You're not sure if you can take anymore.

Zoro lifts you up, and gently carries you away from the three men. Luffy lays breathless on the floor and Sanji sits back on his knees. Usopp smirks as he watches Zoro lay you on the couch and settles himself for a show.

Nami is immediately on you, wiping the cum and drool from your lips before leaning down to kiss you. Thoughts swirl your mind, wondering if her cunt tastes just as good as her lips. You just don't know how to ask.

"You look so pretty. Do you think you can go again for me and Zoro?" her hands slide over your tits as she admires your body.

Zoro's own hands rub your thighs, you glance down and your cunt throbs, his cock has been pulled from his pants. It thick and dripping with precum.

Fuck, you don't know how much more you can take, but you need that cock inside you.

i was reading your drabble about waking bkg up with head and i was thinking about him waking you up with head, so soft and sweet. when you wake up he’s mumbling his soft goodmorning into your pussy and he’s taking his time too

lol i have been getting asks to write a response/second part to this drabble for so long that here is an attempt

cw: minors do not interact, 18+, he wakes you up with head, there was conversation beforehand so this is consensual and a surprise, female reader, this isn’t proof read so yolo

usually it’s your alarm that wakes you up. the annoying blaring ringing that shakes down your spine and has your eyes snapping open to grab at your phone to silence it. your alarm is a warning for all the tasks you have to do today, and you are yet to get started. you hate your alarm, despise it and these days you’re so busy, laying in feels more like a dream than a reality.

bakugou knows this about you. you’d rather stay in bed and sleep, usually still in bed when he comes back from the gym and ushering him back under the sheets for cuddles. though life has been so so tough to you recently. back to back work, school work, your job, errands and looking at you sleep so peacefully next to him knowing that your alarm is going to annoy you awake in about twenty minutes… he bites down on his lip and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. he wants to have your day start with pleasure.

so bakugou, trying not to make much noise, thanks himself for his big bed and lightly pulls your arm off from around his chest. you adapt quickly, rolling onto your back which is lucky for him. then he’s ducking down into under the covers, laying on his stomach to pry open your legs. sleep makes your body all soft and tender. warm from being under the duvet and as soon as he manages to pull off your little sleep shorts, you smell delectable. he inhales deeply, you hardly let him near you without a shower beforehand and he thinks he’s going delirious smelling your overnight pussy. he snorts to himself at those words.

then he begins, pecking your lips before spreading you apart with his fingers. he wants to adjust you, lift your legs over his shoulders, hold your waist to angle your hips but he doesn’t want to wake you yet. bakugou licks a stripe from your hole to clit, soaking you in his spit and feeling your thigh twitch beside him.

bakugou moans in your pussy, rutting his hips in the mattress as he pushes your thigh for more space and begins to circle his tongue around your clit. this would have you whining, arching your back and begging for more but when he peeks up to your closed eyes, he only notices a frown. he must be interrupting your dreams now.

as soon as bakugou sucks on your sweet nub, your hand finds his head like you’re mindlessly looking for something before he watches your eyes slide open.

you gasp and immediately your back arches, “oh katsuki, what? oh,”

your words are all slurred, a deep little croak that has bakugou’s chuckle vibrate through you.

you fling your head back on your pillow, mind slowly coming to consciousness about what’s going on. your boyfriend is between your legs, looking up at you with mischief.

“‘suki, ‘suki,” you cry as he laps you up, playing with you like an instrument only he has refined.

“good morning, baby,” he mumbles and the movement of his lips has sparks shoot down your legs.

you moan from the deepness of his voice, how he roughly throws your legs over his shoulders and he rests his palm on your stomach. though his tongue moves with patience, like really this was all for him to taste you early in the morning.

“w-why?” another high pitched moan dribbles from you and without him asking, you tilt your hips to get more of him, “oh i love it when you do that.”

“wanted to wake you up before your alarm,” he kisses into your clit, then circles his tongue into your hole. he even dips his tongue in and out, swearing at your sweetness. “you taste so good baby.”

the room is near silent beside bakugou’s mouth so he can definitely hear the hitch in your breath that signals everything he needs to know. he puts his other hand on your thigh, squeezing it to get your sleepy eyes back on him instead of clenched shut.

“you close?”

you hum desperately in agreement. hand wildly clenching clumps of his hair and your other spread across his shoulder. he’ll have you come all over him, give him a proper good morning.

bakugou continues his slow pace, drawing out your pleasure as long as possible. he keeps his lips on your clit, suctioning it and licking it delicately while his fingers sink into your pussy and rub against your walls.

you’re complete jelly, sighing and humping his face and when you finally come you make a bundle of noises that surprise yourself.

bakugou keeps going through it until you push his head away from you and he leaves with a very glossy grin.

your rest your forearm over your eyes as your body heaves on the bed even more relaxed then you were mid sleep. bakugou army crawls up to you so your faces are before each others, still smiling goofily at you.

you’re not showing your face yet, rubbing your eyes with your arm, “good morning katsuki.”

he presses harsh loud kisses against your jaw, “hi. did you like that?” another kiss, “felt like you did.”

slowly you remove your arm to look at your lover who is staring at your lips in need, “you’re gonna taste like me,” you playfully grimace and bakugou laughs through his nose then presses his lips against yours.

it’s a peck that becomes a kiss with tongue, your legs locking around his waist and his hand finding your tit.

when you pull away, lips slick from your own doing, you mumble, “i wouldn’t mind waking up like that more often? much much nicer than my alarm—,”

the screech of your phone makes bakugou jump and you squeal, both of you reaching to grab at your device. desperation makes you knock heads and your phone falls off your nightstand.

“for fucks sake,”

“stop the ringing!”

and it’s only when bakugou’s entire upper body is off the bed, arm stretched as far as it can go, does the phone finally stop. it doesn’t take much strength from you to push your boyfriend off balance and fall off the bed completely.

there’s a light groan and your laughter in replacement of the ringing but soon it becomes a scream as he rips the duvet from you, leaving you coverless on the bed.

“give it back! it’s cold!”

he grunts on the floor, eyes closed, “this is what i get for letting you orgasm too early.”

“please. like i couldn’t feel you moaning in me.”

“i love eatin’ you out. what’s new about that?”