Small Problem

small problem

( ♡ ) pairing : Geto Suguru x fem!girlfriend!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, geto is 17/18 and reader is 15/16 , sex , explicit content , mention of pregnancy , smoking , age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Geto x reader 😭😭

Thursday had arrived, and you were spending the night at the residence of your boyfriend, Geto Suguru , just like every Thursday.

Suguru was missing by almost midnight. He had left with Satoru around 10 pm to inspect his car, but got caught in the rain and didn't come back. Instead, he went to Satoru’s place. At 11, you joined your cousin and his friends in their car. When you told Suguru about it, he got envious and demanded that you return home or he would stay at Satoru’s for the night, leaving you by yourself.

You were now wearing blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. After taking a puff of your cigarette, you exhaled deeply just as you heard loud knocks on the door. After changing, you were dressed in blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. As you took a drag of your cigarette, you released a sigh right before hearing loud knocks on the door.

Knowing full well that it was Suguru, a smile involuntarily graced your lips. As you unlocked the door, there he stood, shirtless, with his t-shirt casually slung over his shoulder. You released a sigh and returned to the sofa, taking a drag from your cigarette while snacking on some chips. Your frustration with Satoru and his behavior still lingered “ why aren’t you wearing a shirt ? “ you asked while taking another puff from your cigarette. Your attention was focused on Suguru as he proceeded to change into fresh attire “ ‘cause it’s wet “ He grumbled, as he was clad in nothing but a pair of shorts.

After snuffing out your cigarette in the ashtray, you heaved a sigh and settled into bed beside Satoru, his distress evident. He was lying on his back, with his arm covering his eyes. You placed your arms on each side of him as you moved closer. You inquired, " kiss?" and gently closed your eyes while delicately touching your lips to his. Once more, you softly uttered, "Kiss," and proceeded to place several kisses on his lips. Satoru grinned and chuckled, tenderly cradling your face as he reciprocated the kisses.

He proceeded to gently guide you onto your back, his hand tenderly supporting your cheek while he maintained the kiss. Suguru expressed his frustration by stating, "You are a pain in the ass ," before giving you one more kiss and rising from the bed. He retrieved his own pack of cigarettes, lit one, and settled into an armchair to continue smoking while browsing on his phone. As you observed Suguru, you continued eating your chips. Feeling neglected by your boyfriend, you let out a sigh and turned your back to him , your attention on your phone now.

As time elapses, you perceive Suguru extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray before joining you in bed. He reclines on his arm, reaching out to grasp your waist effortlessly, and gently rotates you. With both arms positioned on either side of your head, he leans down and bestows a kiss upon you. Following a brief moment of kissing, he rises and wipes his mouth gently, softly uttering a "come here" as he settles on the bed, leaning against the headboard, inviting you to sit on his lap.

Suguru’s grip tightened around your waist, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, feeling the softness of your flesh and the hardness of her nipples. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and arched your back, pushing yourself into his touch. His mouth found yours, a fiery kiss that claimed you with an urgency that had been building for hours. Your tongues danced together, a dance as old as time, a promise of what was to come. His hand traveled down your body, finding the waistband of your shorts and panties, and with a swift motion, he slid them down your legs.

Your clothes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, leaving them bare and vulnerable. Suguru’s eyes took in the sight of you, the curves that he knew so well, the dips and valleys that made you uniquely you. He felt his body respond, his arousal growing with every passing second. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, the foil packet glinting in the low light. With trembling hands, he ripped it open and rolled it onto himself, feeling the barrier between them, a necessary precaution that somehow heightened the anticipation.

You straddled him, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you guided him inside yourself . You moved in perfect rhythm, your bodies melding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building like a crescendo in a symphony. Suguru’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more intense than the last. But there was one that stood out, a niggling concern that grew with every thrust—the condom felt different, looser somehow, but he didn’t mind and continued. He kissed you hungrily, and with a soft grip on your waist he flipped you over.

He positioned himself over you, his eyes never leaving your. Then, with a deep, almost primal growl, he entered you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. You moved in sync, your bodies speaking a language that transcended words. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans. The intensity grew, a crescendo of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He could feel your tightening around him, your body building towards release. With a final, desperate thrust, you shuddered, you climax washing over you like a wave. He followed, his own release a white-hot explosion that left him breathless and trembling. They lay there, panting and entwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your beating hearts.

Your kisses grew slower, more languid, as you savored the taste of each other. And then it happened. As he pulled out he froze . The condom was no longer on his dick.

“ Uh, baby , we have a small problem “ He said , trying to sound calm , but you could see in his eyes that he was panicking internally.

“ I think my condom slipped off in you.”

You froze, the sound of your racing heart from the previous sex abruptly silenced by the cold hand of reality. The room grew colder, the shadows darker, as the weight of your mistake settled upon you. The air was thick with tension, the unspoken question hanging between you like an invisible wall. What would come next? How would you deal with the potential consequences of this unplanned intimacy? The moment stretched on, a silent scream that echoed through the room.

He felt your breathing even out, your body relaxing slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

“It’s not your fault,” he assured you, his voice firm. “We’ll deal with this together, okay?”

He commenced the quest for the missing condom beneath the sheets, hoping against hope that it would be somewhere on the bed, untouched. Alas, the elusive condom was nowhere to be found.

He was a doomed man.

You gazed at him and elegantly ran your hand through your hair, "I will go to the bathroom and… check if the condom is in me," you mumbled before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Suguru heaved a heavy sigh and disheveled his hair as he rose and strolled toward the window, where he lit a cigarette.

You entered the bathroom and delicately inserted two fingers inside you, carefully searching for the condom. Suddenly, you felt it - your heart sank. After retrieving it, you discovered Suguru's semen inside the condom and on your fingers as well. You released a weary sigh, discarding the condom in the trash and proceeded to wash your hands , small tears in your eyes , but you never let them out. As you reentered the room, you walked over to Saguru who was leaning against the window. You mimicked his stance, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply. The two of you sat in silence, smoking, until you finally broke the quiet with a question, "What are we going to do?" Your voice was soft but resolute. "I'll have a chat with Satoru to get some money by morning, and then we'll figure out a plan B for you," he replied, exhaling smoke as he placed a hand on your lower back. "Everything will be okay, my love. We'll sort this out," he assured you, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead and gently rubbing your back.

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“…Something more “

( ♡ ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess 🙏🏽 and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is 😋

Much like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.

You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.

Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.

You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity — your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.

You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.

Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.

While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.

Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he can’t quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that — though he’d never admit it aloud.

He’s constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you don’t bend to him like others. He’s used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.

Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.

Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different — set apart from the world.

Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukuna’s chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life — they were all fleeting.

But there was something — someone — who disrupted that peace.

You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukuna’s cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didn’t turn to face him.

“Staring at the horizon again? You look like you’re waiting for the world to end,” Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.

He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions — fear, admiration, anger — but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.

“I’ve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But you… you don’t care about any of it, do you?” His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. “Why should I care for fleeting things?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “And yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were beginning to care.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. “You are… different from the others.”

It wasn’t much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chest—something more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. “Then what am I to you?”

You didn’t pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.

“You are… something more.”

Sukuna’s grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare — a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.

Not the time to think about it

( ♡ ) pairing : Basketball player! Ryomen Sukunax fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, smoking, 4 years age gap, kinda sad , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : HELP I LOVE BASKETBALL AU SUKUNA 💔

The Beginning of the End

Sukuna Ryomen had always been the center of attention. At 22, he was already a rising star in professional basketball. His towering frame, undeniable skill, and bad-boy charm made him irresistible to fans and especially women. With his broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, and eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of danger, Sukuna had left behind a trail of broken hearts. To him, relationships were fleeting; love, a momentary distraction. He had never met anyone who could hold his interest for more than a night, let alone a lifetime.

Enter [name].

You were 18, and unlike anyone Sukuna had ever encountered. You were a quiet, studious girl, majoring in pharmaceutical health at the university. Your figure caught the eye of many, but it was your gentle nature that made you stand out. With [color] eyes that always seemed to radiate kindness, you were the opposite of the women who usually crowded Sukuna’s life.

You met by chance at a university charity event where Sukuna had been invited as a guest. You were there volunteering, organizing medical booths and speaking about health awareness. Sukuna, uninterested in the event itself, was walking aimlessly when his eyes landed on you. You stood out in the sea of faces, your simple beauty, combined with an aura of genuine warmth, drawing him in.

He approached you with his usual swagger, expecting to win you over with little effort.

“Do you follow basketball?” he asked, flashing his signature smirk.

You looked up at him, blinking in confusion. “Not really. I’m more into medicine.”

Your response took him by surprise. You didn’t fawn over him like most girls did, and that piqued his interest.

“I’m Sukuna,” he said, as if that name alone would be enough.

You smiled politely “I’m [name] . Nice to meet you.”

A Dangerous Game

From that moment, Sukuna found himself drawn to you. You were kind and unaffected by his fame, which only intrigued him further. He began pursuing you, using every trick in the book—late-night texts, surprise visits to your campus, even bringing you small gifts. At first, you kept your distance, wary of his reputation as a “player.”

But Sukuna was persistent. His charm, coupled with his unexpected vulnerability when he was with you, slowly wore down your walls. You began to see glimpses of a man behind the star athlete—a man who was lonely, who craved more than just the superficial adoration that surrounded him.

As weeks turned into months, you fell for him. You saw beyond his cocky exterior, discovering a man capable of deep passion, but also burdened with emotional scars. Sukuna, in turn, found himself caring for you more than he had ever cared for anyone. You brought a sense of calm to his chaotic life, and he often found himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you were different.

However, no matter how much he tried to change, the nature of his world—of fleeting encounters and transient affections—kept pulling him back. Sukuna was like a moth drawn to the flame of his old habits, unable to break free entirely.

The Collapse

For you, being with Sukuna was like living in a dream. He was everything you had never expected to fall for—dangerous, exciting, unpredictable. Yet, there was a darkness beneath the surface. You knew he had a history, that he had hurt women before, but you believed that you could be the one to change him.

But old habits die hard.

Sukuna’s world remained one of temptation. After a game one night, Sukuna found himself surrounded by fans, women who threw themselves at him, reminding him of how easy things used to be before you. He didn’t mean to betray you, but one night after an away game, fueled by alcohol and the excitement of a win, Sukuna ended up spending the night with someone else.

It was a mistake, and the guilt hit him hard. He wanted to tell you, but the thought of hurting her tore him apart.

You , however, weren’t naive. You could sense something had changed. Sukuna was distant, more withdrawn, and you knew, deep down, what had happened without needing to hear the words. One night, after days of silence between them, she confronted him.

“Did you… cheat on me?” You asked, your voice trembling but your eyes steady.

Sukuna looked at you, torn between wanting to protect you and the overwhelming guilt. He didn’t say anything, but his silence was answer enough.

And at that exact moment your heart shattered. You had given him everything, hoping against hope that he could be different, that he could change. But now, all those hopes felt like they were crumbling beneath your feet.

The Last Night of Love

That night, you sat together in silence, neither knowing what to say. Sukuna, for the first time in his life, realized he had something to lose. And it terrified him. He reached for you, but you pulled away, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I thought we had something real, but I can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Sukuna had no words. For all his bravado and charm, he had never been good with emotions, never learned how to handle love. He had played with fire for so long that he never expected to get burned.

As the night wore on, you both knew it was your last night together. It was a bitter, heartbreaking farewell, filled with regret, longing, and the aching realization that love, no matter how intense, sometimes wasn’t enough to fix everything.

Aftermath

You walked away from Sukuna that night, your heart heavy with sorrow. You knew you had to let go, even though you still loved him. You focused on your studies, diving deeper into your passion for pharmaceutical health, using your pain as fuel to succeed.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was left to reflect on his choices. For the first time, he regretted not just his actions, but the man he had become. The weight of losing you haunted him, your absence leaving a void he couldn’t fill with fame or fleeting affection.

They both moved on, but that night—their last night of love—would always linger in your memories, a reminder of what could have been, and what was lost.

Pussy eater

( ♡ ) pairing : Soshiro Hoshina x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , kinda friends with benefits, smut wrote by a minor 😾

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I literally post when I remember that I have this app.

"Hey, [name], you got a second?" Soshiro Hoshina called out, his voice echoing through the corridor of the Defense Force's living quarters. You looked up from her book, curiosity piquing as you saw Soshiro leaning against your doorframe, his trademark grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "What's up, Soshiro?" you asked, setting your book aside.

"Well," he began, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, "I've been thinking about our little 'swords and monsters' gig we've got going on here." You raised an eyebrow. "What about it?" Soshiro scratched his head, his eyes shifting to the side as he tried to find the right words. "You know, with all the serious stuff we deal with, I've been wondering if there's something we're missing. Something… I dunno, something more… intimate." You leaned back into your chair, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Intimate?"

"Yeah," he said, his cheeks flushing a bit. "Like, I know you're pretty smart and all, so I was hoping maybe you could, you know, teach me something." Your heart skipped a beat. This was definitely not the conversation you had been expecting. "What do you want to learn " Soshiro took a deep breath. "How to, uh, you know, eat a girl out. I want to be good at it." You felt a blush creep up your neck. "Soshiro, that's…"

"Come on, [nickname] ," he said, using the nickname only a few people knew about. "You know I'm not asking for just anyone. I trust you, and I know you're cool with this kind of stuff."

Your mind raced, trying to decide if you should take this seriously or not. But something in his earnest tone made you realize he truly wanted to know. Plus, you had to admit, the idea was a bit… intriguing. "Okay," you finally said, "but we're just friends, right?" Soshiro nodded vigorously. "Of course, just friends. So, where do we start?"

Your pulse quickened as you slid out of your chair and approached him. "Alright, let's get comfortable," you murmured, guiding him to your bed. You sat down and patted the spot next to you. Soshiro sat down, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What do I do first?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "Well, the first thing you want to do is make sure she's relaxed." You leaned back, propping yourself up with your elbows. "Why don't you start by kissing me?"

He nodded, his smile never leaving his face. He leaned in, his eyes closing, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, tentative, but it grew in passion as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

As their kiss deepened, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. But then you thought about all the battles you'd been through together, the lives you'd saved, and you decided that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what you both needed.

Soshiro's hands roamed over your body, learning the contours of your curves. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he kissed you softly, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped as he moved down, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone and down to the top of your chest.

"Now, Soshiro," you whispered, your voice trembling, "you have to be gentle. It's all about exploration and pleasure."

He nodded, his eyes still closed, focusing intently on your words. He moved down further, his hands gently parting your legs. "How do I know if I'm doing it right?"

"You'll know," you assured him, your voice growing softer. "Just listen to my body, okay?"

He nodded again, and you felt his mouth on you, tentative at first, but growing bolder as you began to react to his touch. He explored with his tongue, learning the taste and texture of you. You could feel him getting more comfortable, more sure of himself, as you gave him gentle instructions and feedback. Your breath hitched when he found the right spot, and you let out a soft moan.

"You're doing great," you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair. "Just keep doing that."

Soshiro's eyes remained closed, his expression one of intense focus. He listened to your breathing, your words, and the subtle movements of your body, all guiding him in his exploration. He felt a sense of pride swell within him; he was good at this, better than he thought he would be.

The room grew warmer, the tension in the air thick with desire. Your legs began to shake, and you tightened your grip on Soshiro's hair. "Don't stop," you breathed, your voice strained.

Soshiro felt a rush of excitement as he realized he was bringing you closer to climax. He increased his pace, his tongue moving in rhythmic circles. Your body tensed, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

As the moment approached, you reached down and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking the skin beside his mouth. "Open your eyes," you murmured.

Soshiro obeyed, looking up at you. The sight of your face, flushed with pleasure, your eyes closed and your mouth open in a silent scream, was more erotic than he could have ever imagined. It was in that moment that he truly understood the power of intimacy, the connection that went beyond friendship and into something deeper.

Your gazes locked, and you nodded, giving him the final encouragement he needed. He applied more pressure, and your body arched off the bed, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You gripped his head tightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

When the tremors subsided, Soshiro pulled back, his eyes still on yours. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips. "How was that?"

You took a deep breath, your chest heaving. "Perfect," you whispered, a small smile playing on your own lips. "Just perfect."

The air between you was charged, but the mood remained light. Soshiro lay beside you, his head propped up by his hand, his grin never fading. "So, am I a natural?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe you are," you said, your voice still a bit shaky. "But we'll need more practice, of course."

He nodded eagerly. "Any time you're ready to teach me more, you just say the word."

As you laid there, the tension of your earlier conversation dissipated, replaced by a comfortable silence. You felt a warmth spread through you, not just from the pleasure he had given you, but from the bond that had grown between you.

You talked for a while longer, about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. It was a rare moment of peace in a world where you were constantly fighting for their lives. And as the evening grew late, Soshiro finally got up, stretching out his muscles.

"I should get going," he said, a hint of regret in his voice. "We've got that training session tomorrow."

You nodded, feeling a twinge of sadness as he stood. "Thanks for, you know, trusting me with this."

He leaned down and kissed you forehead. "Thank you for teaching me, [nickname]."

With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you lay there, you wondered if your friendship had just changed forever. Or if, perhaps, it had just become stronger. Either way, you knew one thing for sure: you looked forward to the next time you could help Soshiro hone his newfound skills.

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teacher’s pet // Malbonte

( ♡ ) pairing : teacher/human!Maobonte x human!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader, smut , vaginal sex, female anatomy , NOT proofread, sex with no plot , human!malbonte , age gap , teacher x student

( ♡ ) 🗒️a/n : BRO IT HAS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I LAST WROTE 💀💀

It was just after a long day at that damn high school , and let’s not talk about that new graduated history teacher that makes you eat history up , even though it’ your final year .

Completely depleted of energy, you crumble onto your mattress, enveloping yourself in the comforting embrace of a plush pillow. The weight of exhaustion settles upon your weary body, causing your eyelids to droop heavily. The day's demands have taken their toll, leaving you utterly drained and devoid of any remaining vitality.

The door creaks open gently, and the so called history teacher enters your dorm room. You slowly open one eye to see , even though you already knew who it was. He's an attractive man, tall with a well-built body, pale skin, and tired black eyes framed by thick jet black hair. He's dressed in a white button-up shirt, coffee brown tweed pants, and some oxfords. The scent of his fine cologne wafts through the air, reaching your nose.

As Malbonte sits down on your bed, the weight of his presence brings a sense of calm and comfort. The softness of the mattress beneath you molds to your body, providing a luxurious support. As you slowly awaken, the gentle touch of his hand on your lower back sends a wave of tranquility coursing through your veins.

His touch is warm and tender, radiating a soothing energy that seeps into your muscles, easing any tension that may have accumulated overnight. The sensation is both comforting and intimate, as if he understands the depths of your weariness and seeks to alleviate it with his touch.

Malbonte whispers softly and moves in closer to you, taking in your scent. His nose lightly brushes against your cheek as he shuts his eyes "It's difficult to act like there's nothing going on between us when we're in class. The way you gaze at me makes me…" but he stops mid-sentence and lets out a sigh. "I've missed you."

You grin and let out a soft breath, slowly opening your eyes, then turning to your side and wrapping your arms around his neck, with a smile on your face. "Seriously?" you inquire before giving him a kiss. "How much?" you chuckle.

Malbonte grinned, his fingers gently wrapping around your arm, his dark eyes fixed on your form as he smirked slightly. He began to slowly remove your clothes, all the while his lips pressed against yours, the intoxicating flavour of your kiss igniting a passionate desire within him. You look at him, a gentle blush appears on your cheeks, and a joyful flutter of butterflies stirs within you as you feel his fingers on your skin , his hands undressing your body .

Malbonte gently caressed your exposed back, trailing kisses along your cheek and down to your neck. His hands gradually removed your bottoms, revealing more of your bare skin. As he brought you to the brink of undress, he swiftly discarded his pants and underwear too.

“ Very much “ Malbonte responded eagerly, removing your panties with his chilly, slender fingers. He positioned himself at your entrance, his hips pressing against yours, while his arms rested on either side of your head. With a soft whimper, you felt him enter you, sending shivers down your spine.

Malbonte gazed upon you, his deep, alluring eyes gleaming with intensity. He began to glide within you, his length evoking delicate gasps that escaped your lips with each rhythmic motion. The weariness mingled with the sheer ecstasy that Malbonte bestowed upon you, causing your drowsy eyes to flutter, yet you instinctively arched your back, yearning to feel him more .

"It’s challenging to resist the urge to beat up those boys who dare to gaze upon you," he confessed, his breath labored as he continued to caress you. "They have the audacity to do so even in my presence," Malbonte murmured, gently nuzzling your neck as he inhaled deeply. "If only I could, I would fuck you right before their eyes," he whispered seductively , a mischievous smirk danced upon Malbonte's lips as he proceeded to lavish your neck with kisses, his hips seamlessly synchronizing with yours.

Malbonte's tender kisses abruptly ceased as he sank his teeth into your shoulder. He increased the pace of his movements, skillfully targeting your most sensitive spot, causing moans and mewls to escape your lips. Your delicate fingers grasped onto his strong back, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you. Your body instinctively drew him in closer, intensifying the intimate connection between you two.

Malbonte exhaled deeply, gracefully gyrating his hips in circular motions before penetrating you once more, eliciting a passionate moan from his lips. You surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, closing your eyes as your body gracefully arches in response to the electrifying sensation of your release.

Malbonte let out a weary sigh as he gazed upon your fatigued figure, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. " I’m not done with you , love " he said , his hands firmly gripping your hips.

With gentle strokes of his thumbs, he caressed your delicate curves, slowly descending upon you. Your cunt part pressed against his face, as he skillfully worked his enchantment, sucking and teasing every inch of your clit . The taste of your essence mingled with his own, causing him to let out a moan. " No one will eat this pussy better than me " Malbonte purred, the vibrations of his voice heightening your sensitivity and causing you to squirm under his tongue .

His tongue quickened its pace , his actions forceful and controlling, as he hungrily expressed his pleasure against cunt. You clutch onto his hair and cry out as your second orgasm overwhelms you. You let out a satisfied sigh and slowly close your eyes, allowing your body to relax completely after reaching your secknd climax. A gentle sound escapes your lips as you try to open your eyes. Looking through your lashes, you see Malbonte getting up and picking up his clothes before heading towards the bathroom.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you close your eyes, surrendering to the allure of a well-deserved rest. "I'll be back to get you in a bit, sweetheart. Don't doze off," Malbonte called out from the bathroom, just as the sound of the shower started.