You are testing my restraint | Zayne x Reader

CW: NSFW. dirty talk, praise, begging, breeding kink, creampie, size difference, chocking, office sex, porn with feelings, established relationship.

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The sterile scent of antiseptic still clung to the air in Zayne’s private office. He sat in his leather chair, white coat draped neatly over the backrest, sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his forearms. 

He had exactly forty-three minutes between surgeries. Forty-three minutes he had planned to use reviewing patient charts.

Instead, you were perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, skirt riding dangerously high up your thighs.

“Zaynie” you purred, swinging one leg playfully. “You’ve been ignoring me. A girl might start to think her boyfriend doesn’t want her anymore.”

Zayne didn’t look up from the keyboard “Love, please behave. This is not the time or place.”

You leaned forward, deliberately letting your blouse gap open so he could see the lacy edge of your bra. “But I’m aching, Doctor. I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up. I’m ovulating so hard today.. my pussy keeps clenching around nothing. It needs you, and your beautiful thick cock”

Zayne exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart, you’re being careless. Someone could hear you”

“I can’t promise you I’ll be quiet today, but you can stuff my mouth, you know?” you whispered, sliding off the desk and sauntering around to stand next to him, grabbing the chair to make him face you.

You ran your fingers along the knot of his tie, tugging it gently. “I need you”

His hand caught your wrist with careful strength, green eyes finally lifting to meet yours. There was a storm behind that calm surface. “You’re being like this because you’re ovulating, dear. You have to hold it in. I’m going to be all yours tonight. We can take our time then”

“No” you said stubbornly “I don’t want to” 

You took one of his large, elegant hands and guided it under your blouse, pressing his palm directly against your bare breast. Your nipple hardened instantly against his skin. “I want the perfect Dr. Zayne to fuck me raw on this desk.” 

Zayne’s fingers flexed once before he pulled his hand back with visible effort. “Love.” His voice was firmer now. He glanced toward the locked door, then back at you. “This is inappropiate. Someone could knock.”

“I know, I don't care” you said sweetly, dropping to your knees between his legs. Your palms slid up his thighs, nails dragging lightly over the fabric of his pants. 

His hand caught your wrist as you reached for his zipper. He held it gently, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist in a soothing motion. “You can wait, sweetheart. Be good for me.”

But you were relentless.

“I can be good for you now. Please, Zaynie?” you said, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes that didn’t match the filthy words leaving your mouth. “Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to pump your pretty good girl full of cum between surgeries?”

Zayne’s breath hitched sharply, clearly fighting himself. He stayed silent for a long moment, breathing deeper. 

“You’re so responsible,” you praised, voice dripping with lust as you rubbed your cheek against his bulge again, turning your head to press a kiss to his clothed cock, then daringly slipped your tongue along the thick length through the fabric. “So smart.. fuck, it makes me so wet when you try to stay in control like this. The way you command an entire OR, the way everyone respects you… and here I am, on my knees, begging to be your dirty little cum dump”

“Enough” his voice came out low and a little hoarse, warm but clearly strained. “Don’t talk about yourself like that” but even as he said it, his cock twitched hard, betraying how much your words were affecting him

So you kept going, ignoring him. In any case, you got nastier “No, it’s true. I want you to choke me while you breed me, Zayne. I want that big, perfect hand around my throat while you pump me full of cum. I’m ovulating so bad today… please knock me up. I want to leave here dripping with your seed, feeling it run down my thighs while I wait for you”

“Stop” He said, fingers tightened on the armrests, his restraint hanging by a thread.

You didn’t stop. “Imagine it. Me sitting in the waiting area later, legs crossed, your thick cum slowly leaking out of my used pussy. Everyone thinking I’m a loving girlfriend waiting patiently while I’m actually just your bred little slut.”

Finally, something in him snapped.

Zayne’s hand moved to your hair, gripping firmly but not painfully. “You’re going to regret teasing me like this.”

“I hope I do” you grinned, licking your lips. “I hope you fuck the brat right out of me.”

“You never know when to stop, do you?” He stood up suddenly, lifting you with him and setting you on the desk in one smooth motion. In seconds his mouth was on yours—hungry, demanding, but still controlled. His hand slid up your thigh, finding you bare underneath your skirt.

“You really came prepared to torment me.”

“Always” you moaned into his mouth. 

He kissed down your neck, sucking a mark just below your ear. “You’re impossible”

“And you love it” You reached down and palmed his cock

Zayne exhaled sharply, then spun you around and bent you over the desk. Your cheek pressed against the cool surface as he flipped your skirt up. The sound of his belt opening made you shiver with anticipation.

“Such a filthy mouth,” he murmured  “Begging to be my cum dump in my office.”

“Yes,” you whined. “I want to be dripping with you when you go back into surgery. I want every step to remind me who owns me.”

He freed his heavy cock and rubbed the thick head against your soaked folds, teasing you right back.

You moaned loudly. He immediately wrapped a hand around your mouth while the other gripped your hip.

“Quiet” he warned “You wanted this. Now behave.”

“Yes—fuck—thank you” you whimpered against his palm 

Then his hand moved to your throat, applying perfect pressure as he pushed in with one deep thrust, stretching you open

“Mmmph—” you swallow a whimper “So big. Fuck, you always fill me so perfectly. I love being your little cockslut.”

Zayne groaned, hips snapping forward. He set a punishing rhythm, enough to make your head spin deliciously.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled against your ear. 

“Yes—fuck—yes!” you gasped when he let you breathe. “Harder. Choke me while you breed me. I want your baby, Zayne”

His grip tightened slightly, perfectly controlled even as his thrusts grew deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the office. Every thrust pushed you harder against the desk, your breasts pressing into the desk.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he panted “Teasing me when I have patients waiting.”

“Say it Zayne, please. Say I’m a whore” you begged breathlessly

“You’re my filthy little whore.” Zayne softly cursed and pulled out suddenly. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. His eyes darkened at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost reverently. “So beautiful.”

He pushed back in, deeper in this position. The bulge in your lower belly appeared with every thrust. He pressed a hand over it, mesmerized.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice low. “How deep I am? This is where I’m going to fill you.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Yes baby, please”

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss while his hand returned to your throat. The dual sensation—his cock hitting that perfect spot and the controlled pressure on your neck—had you seeing stars.

“Zayne!” You came hard, clenching around him, moaning his name like a prayer.

A second later he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick, hot spurts flooded your pussy, so much that it started leaking out around his cock.

He didn’t pull out. Instead, he stayed buried deep, grinding slowly as he caught his breath.

“You’re going to keep it inside you” he murmured, his fingers gently pushing his cum back inside you when it leaked out

You looked up at him, nodding, still dazed.

His gaze, usually so sharp and calculated, softened into something fiercely protective as he looked down at your glassy, adoring eyes.

“Behave for the rest of the day” he said, dropping you off the desk and then adjusting your skirt with careful hands. 

Before he fully stepped back, his hands cupped your face, his thumbs gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm and uneven.

"I love you," he murmured, the words low and heavy with a raw sincerity "I’ll take care of you properly after dinner”

You smiled dreamily before kissing him “Can’t wait, Doctor.”

!nerdjo x reader

CW: NSFW. Perv reader x Perv Satoru. Masturbation. Dry humping. Power dinamics. Humiliation.

cr: @/koramiarts on X

The tension between you and Satoru Gojo had been building for months. You were study partners in quantum mechanics, always tucked away in the quiet corners of the library or lingering over half-finished coffees in dimly lit shops.

Truthfully, you liked him. But there was a darker edge to it. You were a total perv for him. But the best part was that he was just as guilty as you were.

He was painfully shy, but he wasn’t as subtle as he thought. In the lecture hall, you’d constantly catch him staring. His bright blue eyes would linger hungrily on your legs, the curve of your ass, or your lips. But the moment your gaze met his, he’d snap his head down, desperately scribbling nonsense into his notebook to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Tonight, you’d finally bridged that gap. You’d invited him to your dorm, promising a quiet night of studying for tomorrow’s exam.

Satoru arrived exactly on time, in his usual oversized cardigan and slacks, his backpack heavy with textbooks and binders. He looked adorably rumpled, like he’d been bracing himself for this all day.

Now you were sitting on your bed, legs crossed, wearing a short pleated skirt. He was kneeling on the floor, leaning forward onto the mattress to arrange his notes. As he hunched over, his elbows resting on the bed, he looked completely focused. Or at least, he was trying to be.

For the first twenty minutes, it was normal. But beneath your skirt, you were bare—and you were already dripping, wet and aching just from the way he breathed. It didn’t help that his gaze kept wandering. Every time you shifted your weight, his eyes would inevitably flick toward the hem of your skirt, his pupils dilating as he caught a glimpse of skin.

You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to corrupt this beautiful, sweet boy. And by the way his hands trembled, you knew he wanted to be ruined just as badly.

“You’re going somewhere else again, Satoru” you said softly, tilting your head to catch his eye.

He jolted, his glasses sliding precariously down his nose. “I—I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice stuttering with that familiar, endearing fluster. He looked down at his binder as if it were a shield, but he couldn't help himself. “It’s just… you distract me” he confessed, the admission barely a whisper.

You offered him a smile—sweet, but laced with a dangerous, knowing intent. “Mmm, that’s a shame. We really need to get through this, Toru. The exam is tomorrow.”

“I know… I’m trying,” he murmured, his hands trembling slightly as he reached up to adjust his glasses.

Watching him struggle, you decided right then that if he was going to be distracted anyway, you might as well make it impossible for him to think about anything else.

Without warning, you stopped pretending to study. You uncrossed your legs, and scooted forward, spreading your knees wide right in front of his face. You leaned in close enough that your bare thighs brushed the scattered pages of his notes, effectively trapping him between your legs.

You watched his breath hitch, his entire posture freezing as the reality of what you’d done—and what you were offering—settled over him. His eyes went wide, pupils blowing huge behind the lenses as he stared at your dripping cunt, inches from his carefully handwritten notes.

“Just a bit of encouragement, Toru” you murmured. “Read.”

Your hand slid down as two fingers parted your slick folds, circling your swollen clit with obscene wet sounds. He remained frozen, his eyes glazed and lost as he watched.

“I said read, Satoru”

He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he forced himself to look at the textbook. He needed this—he needed the rigid logic of the math to keep from losing his mind. His voice was thin and shaky as he started, his eyes desperate to stay on the page.

“‘The—the Schrödinger equation for a—a particle in a box’” He took a shuddering breath, his hips twitching involuntarily against the edge of the mattress. “In this model… the particle is… it’s free to move inside the box but—’”

His words faltered completely as you sank two fingers deep, the wet sound of your slick skin filling the space between his sentences. A thick, heavy drop of your arousal escaped, landing right over the paragraph he was reading.

He couldn't finish the sentence. His eyes were wide and glazed with pure, unadulterated need. The academic lecture died in his throat, replaced by a desperate, strangled whimper.

The sound was so helpless it made you throb. More of your slick fell, spotting his neat handwriting and colorful annotations until the ink began to blur in tiny, darkened patches.

His cock was painfully hard. He tried to keep reading, but his voice cracked and faltered with every wet sound your fingers made.

“It is described by a… a wavefunction… which represents the probability…ah—’” Another drip landed on a paragraph about wave functions. Then another. Your pussy was dripping steadily now, small shiny puddles forming on his precious notes.

Satoru’s breathing grew ragged. He was grinding against the mattress now, slow, desperate rolls of his hips like a needy puppy, rubbing his clothed cock against the bed while he tried so hard to focus on the book.

He tried. God, he tried to keep going “The boundary conditions imposed…Jesus—’” His hips moved faster, humping the bed with shallow, frantic thrusts. The shy boy who could barely look you in the eye was falling apart right in front of you. “Please…” he whispered, voice hoarse

“Look at you” you moaned softly, fingers speeding up. “Humping my bed like a desperate dog while my pussy drips all over your notes.”

A broken whine escaped him. “Please… I need— you’re so wet” he said, voice trembling, his eyes glued to the way your fingers disappeared inside your glistening cunt again and again.

“You’re such a fucking perv” you said, close to the edge “How many times did you imagine this?”

Satoru’s hips stuttered. A wrecked sob left his throat. “S-so many… every night,” he confessed, voice cracking. “After study sessions… I’d go back to my room and stroke my cock thinking about your legs… under your skirt… fuck— I’m sorry”

His honesty sent a fresh rush of heat through you. You rubbed your clit faster, fingers plunging deeper as your pussy clenched.

His hips moved desperately now, grinding his hard cock against your mattress like a pathetic, needy puppy, his movements making the bed frame creak softly in the quiet room.

“I wanna cum, Toru,” you groaned, your hips bucking, “but you’re going to have to rewrite every single one of these pages.”

“Please— please cum,” he begged shamelessly, voice hoarse and broken. “Cum on my notes… I don’t care— I’ll rewrite everything”

His desperate begging pushed you over the edge. You cried out, back arching as your orgasm crashed through you. Your pussy pulsed hard around your fingers, your thighs shaking with the intensity of it. A thick, clear rush of slick gushed out, dripping directly onto the center of his open binder.

Satoru whimpered loudly, hips jerking erratically against the bed as he watched every second of it, completely transfixed. The sight of you shivering, your pussy pulsing and flooding his notes, was finally too much for him to bear.

A sharp, guttural cry tore from his throat as he bucked upward one last time. His hips seized, shuddering violently against the mattress as he came, a dark, growing stain blossoming across the front of his slacks. He went limp, his forehead dropping heavily against the mattress, gasping for air as his body continued to twitch in the aftermath of his release.

You slowly pulled your fingers from your dripping cunt, letting the last few drops fall onto his ruined notes.

You looked down at him with a wicked, satisfied smile.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Toru?”

His head snapped up so fast his glasses nearly flew off—a desperate, pathetic sight. His pupils were blown wide, black voids drowning out the blue, and a ragged, needy sound tore from his throat.

“Y-yes— please—” he stammered, his composure completely shredded.

“Okay then,” You spread your legs wider for him and grabbed the messy, stained notes from beside you. Pressing the open binder firmly against your chest, you smiled.

“Read.”

!nerdjo x reader

CW: NSFW. Sub Gojo. Dom reader. Power dynamics. Edging. Orgasm denial. Ligh bondage (collar). Jealous reader, possesive behaviour. Jealous sex. Begging. Gojo cries. Aftercare. Established relationship. No proofread. Idk anything about physics

The library was quiet except for the sound of Crystal’s voice—light, tinkling, and entirely too close to Satoru.

From your vantage point in the corridor, you watched through the glass panel.

He leaned over the wide oak table, long fingers tapping a pen against a notebook filled with neat equations. His white hair fell messily over his forehead, those ridiculous glasses perched on his nose, and those piercing, crystalline blue eyes focused entirely on what he was writing. The nerdy aesthetic he rocked so effortlessly still made your stomach flip, even after months of dating.

Crystal nodded at something he explained, her hand brushing his forearm in a gesture that looked far too intimate for a discussion about physics. Then she leaned in close. “So that’s why the result changes?” she asked, voice syrupy. She wasn’t even looking at the paper. Her gaze was locked on his face, lips parted just enough to look inviting.

Satoru, oblivious as ever to anything that wasn’t physics or you, nodded enthusiastically.

“Exactly. The observer effect makes it fascinating, right? Once you measure—”

You turned around before you could hear the rest, your jaw tightening.

You knew Crystal. Everyone did. She collected admirers like trading cards and had been circling Satoru since the semester started. Explaining physics was one thing. Letting her bat her lashes and press her tits against his arm while he played professor was another.

You still had another lecture to sit through, and if you stayed there any longer, you were going to march into that stupid library and make a scene.

—

When you unlocked the door to your shared apartment, you didn’t greet him. You dropped your bag, walked straight to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, and then headed for the bedroom.

Satoru followed you, his footsteps echoing softly across the hardwood floor.

“Hey, love? Did something happen?”

You didn’t answer.

“…You okay?”

Silence.

You sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, staring at the wall. He hovered in the doorway, shifting his weight like a tall, awkward puppy.

“Did I… forget something? An anniversary? No, that’s next month. Did I leave dishes in the sink again?” He scratched the back of his neck, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Talk to me. You’re doing that scary quiet thing.”

You still didn’t speak.

The longer the silence stretched, the more he fidgeted—unbuttoning his cardigan, running a hand through his hair, glancing at you with those wide, worried blue eyes.

Finally, he knelt in front of you, his hands coming to rest gently on your knees.

“I’m sorry. Whatever I did, I’m sorry. Just tell me so I can fix it.”

You looked down at him and saw it all at once—the earnest confusion, the way he was looking up at you with those wide, searching eyes, his long lashes fluttering beneath your gaze.

Something dark and hungry uncoiled in your chest.

“Get on the bed, Satoru.”

His breath hitched. He knew that tone. “O-okay…”

He climbed onto the mattress, watching you with a mix of nerves and growing heat. You stood, opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out the slim black collar. His eyes widened.

“Shirt off. Pants too. Leave the glasses.”

He obeyed quickly, cheeks already flushing as he stripped down to his boxers. The moment he sat back, you crawled over him, straddling his lap. You fastened the collar around his throat with a deliberate click.

Then, hooking two fingers through the metal ring at the front, you gave it a light tug. He tumbled forward, his hands bracing against the sheets as a soft whimper escaped his throat.

“You let her touch you.”

“I— what?”

“Crystal”

“I— I was just explaining” he stammered, his cheeks flushing pink. "I swear, please, don't be angry."

You yanked the ring harder. He gasped, hips twitching beneath you. “You let her get all over you”

“I didn’t— I swear I didn’t mean anything by it. It was physics, I get excited about that stuff and I just—” His voice cracked when you pulled the collar again, and he let out a jagged, needy sound.

“Physics,” you repeated flatly. You pushed him flat onto his back and straddled his hips, pinning him there. His cock was already straining against his boxers. Pathetic. Perfect.

You began to tease him, rocking slowly against him. Every time his hips tried to chase the friction, you pulled away.

“Do you like her?” you asked as you undressed, until you were completely bare.

"No," he gasped "No, please. I only like you. You know that. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“Didn’t realize she wanted to fuck you? Or didn’t care?” You dragged your nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines, until you reached the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. He arched into the touch, a soft moan slipping from his lips.

You tightened your grip on the ring of his collar again, pulling him up until his face was only inches from yours. You looked into those blue eyes, seeing nothing but surrender.

He didn't use profanity. He didn't know how to be cruel. He was a man of science and logic, soft-spoken and refined. Somehow, that made this even better.

“Say it, Satoru,” you commanded, your voice low and dangerous. “Crystal is a fucking whore and I won’t breath near her ever again.”

He froze. His eyes widened, his lips parting in a silent gasp.

“Say it,” you whispered, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip. “Or you don’t get another inch of me tonight.”

He looked at you and realized you were deadly serious. His breath shuddered out of him.

“C-Crystal…” he started, his voice barely audible.

"Say it like you mean it," you growled, fighting the urge to give in to the heat pooling low in your stomach.

"Crystal is a fucking whore," he managed. He looked ashamed, and utterly aroused

"And?"

"And I won't breathe near her ever again."

A dark, satisfied smile spread across your face. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his

"Good boy," you whispered and sank down onto him, taking him in one slow glide. You didn’t move. Just sat there, full, warm and still

He let out a long, shuddering groan, his cock throbbing inside you.

You edged him for what felt like hours. Every time his thighs started trembling and his whimpers turned desperate “I’m gonna—, please let me—” you stopped, letting the orgasm fade into painful denial.

You leaned down, your breath hot against his neck before you sank your teeth into his collarbone. You bit down just hard enough to bloom a mark into his skin. He cried out, his hips jerking upward in a reflexive, futile attempt to find the friction you were withholding.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, his voice raw and wreked. He looked up at you, eyes glassy and dark, tears pooling in the corners and tracing paths through his flushed skin. “I’m so sorry. Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

The sight of him so completely undone was your undoing. You shifted, settling your weight firmly over him and finally letting your rhythm lock into something more faster, deep, and ruinous. You watched the last shred of his resolve snap.

“You can come now, Toru”

He obeyed. He came with a broken cry, back arching off the bed, tears spilling freely now as he pulsed hot and endless inside you. You followed seconds later, clenching around him, riding out both your highs until he was oversensitive and twitching.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting. Eventually you reached up and gently unbuckled the collar, pressing soft kisses to the reddened skin of his throat. He shivered.

“I really didn’t mean anything by it,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and small. “I just… get excited about explaining things.”

You sighed, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I know. But she was all over you.”

“I’m sorry.” He nuzzled into your hair, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “I hate making you jealous. It makes me feel like the worst boyfriend ever.”

“You’re not.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You’re mine. That’s all.”

He hummed contentedly, already half-asleep despite the mess.

“Yours,” he agreed softly. “Even when I’m stupid.”

You smiled against his skin.

The anger had burned away, leaving behind only warmth and a quiet sense of satisfaction.

Tomorrow, you’d probably feel a little guilty for pushing him so hard. Tonight, though, with Satoru’s arms around you and the steady rhythm of his breathing against your temple, you felt perfectly at peace.

ಇ.word count: 4.4k

ಇ.pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader

ಇ.content & warnings: Roomates AU :: still has his blood mark (cause i think its sexy) :: somnophilia (consented) :: p in v :: c-pied :: soft!cho :: sweet!cho :: fwb-esque ::

ಇ.part two.ಇ

The apartment was quiet in that way only the deep hours of night could make it, with the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen, the occasional creak of settling walls, and the faint, distant siren that always seemed to echo through the city streets no matter how late it got. 

One a.m. glowed soft blue from your phone screen as you stared at it, thumb hovering uselessly over the lock button. Sleep had slipped away again, leaving you restless and aching in the worst way. 

Your sheets were tangled around your legs, damp from the heat building under your skin, and no amount of shifting or pressing your thighs together could ease the slick, throbbing need between them.

southbound

𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist

everything is too much.

the music too loud, the people too handsy, the space too stuffy, the drinks too strong. when he arrived, he took a sip from abby's drink and decided to empty the plastic cup he was handed in the kitchen and pour water into it instead. one hand almost cramping with how stupidly tightly he's gripping the cup, the other busy with a cigarette, sebastian is thanking yoba for the horrible habit he's developed. he's dreading to think what he'd be doing if his hands weren't busy. hanging by his body useless and awkward, maybe he'd be expected to dance… he shudders before turning his head to the side to glare at people walking by.

he never should've said yes to abby. one of these days he'll learn to say fuck off when she tries to bat her eyelashes at him, begging him to accompany her to another one of her friends' parties. he doesn't even know the girl whose house this is, all he knows is that she can't be too bothered about broken things, because people are treating the living room wall clock like a frisbee, a photo frame is on the floor cracked from the intense bass that shakes the walls, a crystal ashtray just getting pressed under some guy's heavy boot… whatever, it's her fault anyway for inviting a bunch of apes to her house and giving them alcohol.

unsure why he was even needed — abby seems to be doing just fine pressing a girl from her archaeology class against the wall and making out with her — sebastian moves out of the way as you try to reach the sink behind his back. you're pulling the same trick, he notices, the cheerful 'woo yeah' turning into a fully serious expression as you face away from the group of girls cheering with their newly refilled cups of something strong, and dump the contents into the sink. you look up at his questioning face, noticing the raised eyebrow, and press a finger to your mouth. a conspiratorial smirk tugs on his lips as your cup is suddenly full again, with a different type of clear liquid, one much safer and palatable than whatever is in those bottles with the labels faded and ripped.

‎ ── ꫂ᭪ would you ever come down | sebastian (sdv)

▹sebastian (sdv)/f!reader ▹2.7k words ▹smut, piv, public sex, smoking weed

▹you join sebastian at the playground to smoke and mess around ‹𝟹 more stardew valley fics  ‹𝟹 read it on ao3 ▹dividers by @/cursed-carmine

'come to the park.'

the text message is short and straight to the point so there isn’t any point in replying. you quickly put on a lightweight hoodie over your summer pyjamas, a barely-covering-anything tank top and the shortest shorts that have ever shorted. it’ll have to do. the family cat lifts her head in curiosity before going back to sleep as she sees you grab the keys off the old circular coffee table and quietly slip on the closest shoes. it’s late already, your parents are asleep, and the cat lets out a little meow of disappointment to remind you that you really should be sleeping and preparing for yet another day of farm chores, not going out to smoke and mess around with your boyfriend.

you step lightly along the cobbled path in the town square, trying not to make too much noise, lest some light sleepers decide to take a peek through their bedroom window to see you sneaking around in the middle of the night. i’m doing nothing wrong, you tell yourself, i’m just going to smoke with him. and technically you're right, that's not wrong, but mayor lewis has made his stance on it abundantly clear. several times, even, interrupting your getting sweaty with sebastian a couple of times before to chase you away, but being outside felt better than stuffing his entire bedroom with the smoke, and your parents wouldn't be too thrilled to have you smoke on the farm. maybe it's the adrenaline rush that keeps you coming back, the risk of getting caught just great enough to pair well with the buzz of getting high, a concoction of not caring enough to relax yourself and let sebastian's hands wander all over you…

(IR)RESPONSIBILITY ••• ꒰ ENJIN X FEM!READER ꒱

CONTENT: not suitable for minors, SMUT with plot, virgin!cleaner!reader, push and pull, some fluff, bad humor, anime spoilers (at least for the last episode’s after end credits), jealous & protective Enjin, sort of toxic dynamics, reader wears makeup and dresses in a feminine way, drinking, Enjin’s kind of nice/patient here but he’s also insufferable (and makes some disrespectful comments), unprotected + rough sex, praise, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, multiple o’s, grinding at the dancefloor.

A/N: This is a repost from my previous blog. There will be a new part two to this fic finally coming out this month; therefore, I had to reupload the first part. Stay tuned! Now, I want to preface this by saying: don’t consider this story to be a realistic take on first time. And, obviously, you don’t have to be a virgin to read the story. I’m just having fun writing dirty Enjin. The reader’s age isn’t specified, other than her being an adult, so it’s really up to you to decide what you consider losing the v card late. And while I’m not a virgin myself, I think there’s nothing shameful about being inexperienced, regardless of how old someone might be or what this fic might portray❣️Everything written here is for funsies.

── ⟢ your hybrid room mate gets caught doing what ?!

♯┆ bringing home a hybrid as your room mate? bad idea. catching him sniffing your panties while drooling all over the floor? even worse...

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ cw: mdni, fem!reader, needy dog hybrid Choso in a rut, masturbation, panty sniffing, cum eating, handjob, blowjob, pussy eating, creampie, knotting

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Choso was always a good boy, making sure the house is well guarded as well as cleaned while you went to work, eagerly greeting you at the door the second you came back home.

"You're back! Finally" He chirped happily, immediately taking your bag and your jacket from you, trying to help you unwind the second you stepped inside your home.

"Have you been a good boy today?" You asked amused, able to smell your favorite dinner in the oven already. Choso only nodded, waiting for his daily head pats from you and you giggled at the sight, head tilted downwards and his tail wagging so fast it became a blurred line.

"My good boy," you praised and ruffled through his black hair, making the little ears that adorned his head flop slightly. 

"slow down." his glassy eyes narrow at you in concern. "youll hurt yourself."

you can never take all of him. every time you try, he stops you short. denies you those last few inches.

inches of his swollen length that spread your walls wiiiide as they can go. when you sink on him, take the weight of him up to your stomach—you can’t help craving the rest of him—the depth he keeps just out of reach.

not today, though. the fat head of his cock slots itself right against your cervix, momentarily blinding you. "ha-ah! ngh zayne..." you feel him nudging the back of your throat somehow.

"s'deep mmmhh." you've never slurred before. but again, when have you not made a mess of yourself on his cock.

"are you—hah—alright?" he tries to keep his eyes from rolling back from the way the untouched few inches of your gummy walls squueeeze him.

you pull his hand to your stomach, guiding his fingers to the faint outline of him beneath your navel.

the moment he feels it, his arm tightens around you. he lifts your hips just enough to draw back an inch. the emptiness tears a broken whine from your throat.

"it's better if we don't jump into this prematurely." he tells you. and it's true. partially. before you can retort, his thumb finds your clit as distraction.

because if he doesnt do this, he knows he's going to shoot a load right up your womb.

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*SNAP*

Zayne's movements cease, and you're quick to whine in irritation, glancing over your shoulder to figure out why he stopped. He's looking down in surprise, before meeting your eyes.

"The condom broke." He pulls out slowly, and you can't hold back your whimper. Clearly, it pains him too, given how achingly hard he is.

"That was our last one. I can make you cum with oral if you'd like. Or I can go to the store down the stree-"

You're sitting up in a flash, grabbing him and flipping your bodies so he's flat on the bed and you're above him. His eyes widen with shock, but you can tell it turned him on a little.

"B-both of those are gonna take too long. It's f-fine. We'll be fine." You lean in to kiss him as you sink down on his cock, but the sensation of it has you moaning into his mouth instead.

"Fuck we-we really shouldn't." He doesn't seem to believe that, his hips snapping up to meet yours. You gasp, sinking your teeth into his muscular shoulder to prevent yourself from nearly screaming in pleasure.

"We-we're married aren't we? Fuck the condoms I-I don't care any more just-oh god-don't stop!"

Your eyes roll back as he plants his feet and resumes his brutal earlier pace. It's almost embarrassing how close you are to cumming.

"Is that r-really what you want?" He pants against your heated skin, face flushed with pleasure as he brings you both closer. Just the sight on him makes you clench.

"I want e-everything you'll give me. Please?"

Now how can he say no to that?

──── BEAUTIFUL GIRL ♡

nerdjo, his pregnant girlfriend and his baby (and sometimes suguru) ♡ art creds here

When you nervously showed him the positive pregnancy test in your shared room at the penthouse,૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა froze for a solid ten seconds, then immediately pulled up a dozen tabs on prenatal vitamins, baby name generators, and a shared Google Doc titled “Baby Project v1.0.”

૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა insisted on turning one of his spare rooms into a nursery right away, sketching floor plans on graph paper and ordering a star-projector ceiling light so the baby could “have her own little galaxy every night.” (he wanted a baby girl so bad, kept insisting that the baby HAD to be a girl)

૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა would drive you to every prenatal appointment in his sleek car, blasting whatever playlist you had chosen turned down low, and holding your hand the entire time while asking the doctor way too many hyper-specific questions.

૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა cried quietly in the car after the 20-week ultrasound when he saw her little profile on the screen, then immediately printed it out and laminated it for his wallet.

During the pregnancy, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა would drag Suguru into their usual late-night study sessions just to show off the latest ultrasound printout he kept in a protective sleeve, zooming in on “her perfect little pixel profile” while Suguru sipped coffee and called him a sap.

૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა assembled the crib with the precision of someone defusing a bomb, triple-checking the instructions and adding extra safety features he found on niche parenting forums.

when you went into labor, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა was a whirlwind of calm panic—grabbing the hospital bag he’d packed weeks in advance while driving you there safely.

In the delivery room, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა held your hand the whole time, feeding you ice chips and whispering nerdy encouragements like “You’re clearing the hardest boss fight, baby.” Then he saw his daughter and broke into full-on happy tears, glasses fogging up.

The first time he held his daughter, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა was a complete mess of awe and love, rocking her so gently while murmuring stats about newborn reflexes he’d memorized.

First bath time was a whole event: ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა had the water temperature checked three times, rubber duckies lined up, and recorded a video for memories.

૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა insisted on taking her to campus in a fancy stroller, proudly introducing her to professors and friends between classes like she was a little star.

૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა would hum video game themes as lullabies, and surprisingly, Pixel always settled down faster to the Zelda soundtrack.

When she had her first real laugh, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა FaceTimed Suguru mid-laugh and held the phone so close the audio glitched, yelling, “Did you hear that?! She’s got my humor! She's hilarious!"

When she started crawling, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა sent Suguru a 15-second video of her scooting across the floor with the caption “She’s already faster than you bro” followed by ten laughing emojis.

Suguru once joked that the baby looked more like you than him, and ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა spent the next week sending side-by-side comparison photos with annotations pointing out her “obviously Gojo-coded” features.

For her first birthday party, ૮₍ daddy nerdjo ⑅₎ა made sure Suguru was there early so he could watch his best friend hold the birthday girl in her tiny party dress, getting a little misty-eyed again while muttering, “she's so cute...”

“ stick your tongue out, yeah. just like that, good girl.” zayne softly hums from above you, his thick thumb pressing down on your wetted tongue, forcing the muscle to stick out of your mouth and giving him a sight of your hot mouth eagerly awaiting to suck him off. then, he guides his bulging dick to your mouth, slapping the rounded head on your tongue, eliciting a sticky wet sound. “ now, slowly run your tongue from the base to the tip. give it a gentle suck while you’re there.”

you do as he says, flattening your tongue to run over the skin leading to his tip, coating his protruding veins in saliva as you travel upward. once you get to the tip, you faintly suckle at the sensitive head, making the fingers entwined in your hair subtly clench tighter as sweat coats his neck. “ open your mouth, start working the head in with your tongue ‘n continue sucking.”

your mouth creates drool to help out with his impressive length. you take extra precaution in shielding your teeth with your lips, hearing from third parties that it can be uncomfortable— even though it’s your first time being this close to a man’s cock in your face, you still have friends who tell you all about their unpleasant experiences.

“ j-just like that, ‘s like you don’t need me at all.”

you hum noncommittally, focusing on the task at hand rather than bothering to give him a response. despite this, the vibration sends shivers shooting through his spine. he leans his head back to let out a shuddering breath as his adam’s apple bobs, swallowing down pathetic moans. his fingers work in tandem to free his tie from the collar of his shirt, discarding the fabric somewhere out of view. his thumb strokes over your hollowed cheek, briefly feeling the thickness of his cock poke out through your flesh. you turn your head up to make eye contact with him— and zayne has to recite all the medical facts he learned throughout his life to keep himself from cumming too early.

you opt to tease him, slipping out his spit-covered cock from your mouth; the new sheen catches the light in his office room. “ i think ‘m starting to get the hang of this too, zaynie. don’t you agree?”

“ is this you taking control now?” he breathes out a soft laugh which turns into a huff of air as it escapes his lips. hazel-green eyes darkened with lust watch you press messy open-mouth kisses to the side of his cock, hand pumping the hefty base while your eye contact doesn’t falter from his for a second. “ although i like the sight of this, i like it better when you’re gagging on my cock; that’s something we both can agree on.”

the weak grip on your hair soon switches to him fisting the strands as you control your head to lean it back; there, he slaps his wet length on your plumped lips, indirectly telling you to open up. “ loosen your throat and breathe from your nose this point forward. i hope you’ll understand me.”

tears cloud your vision as zayne forces you to take him all the way down until his tip bruises the back of your throat. your nails claw at his upper thighs as you do what he says, gagging sounds filling the office mixed with his low groans and praise. he’s got one firm hand gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail, while his other hand palms your face, to keep your gaze directed up at him. his hips thrust wildly into your throat; excessive slurping sounds are the only thing keeping you grounded as your muscles constrict around the third leg in your mouth.

“ atta g-girl, you like it when i use you like this? you look so good, k-keep looking at me, ‘m close.” mouth too full to answer, the fluttering of your eyes and the complete mess of your underwear do all the talking for you. being used as a human fuck toy, you simply hollow your cheeks around him, providing the ragged thrusts with cushion— and judging how his stomach and eyebrows pinch, you can tell he’s close to cumming with or without the verbal warning. his dick twitches in your mouth once, before your senses are clouded with his hefty dump of cum sliding on your tongue and down your throat. “ drink it all, show me your tongue when you're done.”

a raspy gulp is what has zayne pulling your mouth from his softening cock. complying once again, you flash your mouth to him, showing proof of swallowing all of his cum.

“ h-haaah, where did you learn that from.”

you’d rather not address the elephant in the room as he calms down from his high.

Zayne x fem!reader Tags: finger fucking, orgasm denial, Zayne is a meanie Shoutout to all the 4* card arts of Zayne wearing a watch because now I can't get the idea of him absolutely destroying mc whilst wearing one of those heavy, metal ones 😔

"Z-Zayniiiee!" You whine.

You're a drooling, fucked out mess. Face down, ass up with Zayne's fingers stuffed deep inside your abused little cunt.

"Pleeaase!" Your voice is muffled by how much it's smushed into the pillow.

He doesn't talk. He hasn't done since he dragged you into the bedroom, face stern, and simply told you "On your knees, face down into the bed" while he methodically rolled the sleeves of his shirt up his arms.

Did it have anything to do with the filthy gifs and videos of porn you'd been sending him all day as you scrolled social media? Who's to say.

"I can't-I can't take it anymore!" You sob.

He hasn't let you come, of course he hasn't, he barely gave you any prep before pushing two fingers inside you and immediately seeking out your g-spot.

His silence frustrates you. The only noise other than your incessant whines and whimpers is the horrifically loud squelching of your pussy.

And the constant jangle of his metal watch as he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers.

Clink, clink. Clink, clink.

Just like his fingers, the sound doesn't stop. The watch bounces against his wrist with each thrust into your cunt. And what you hate the most is that you can't see, you can only hear. You are left trying to imagine the view of his arm; the veins that run down the length of it as they mix with his scars, leading to the gleam of his watch that rattles back and forth, back and forth.

Clink, clink. Clink, clink.

"I promise I won't do it again!" You lie. "I'll be - oh fuck - I'll be good, I swear!"

His fingers push down, pressing harder against your g-spot, and the quickening sound of rattling metal is the only response you get.

Clink, clink, clink, clink.

His free arm reaches across to secure your waist, holding your hip to his front. And, oh, now he's got leverage.

His fingers fuck into your cunt with vigour. The wet sounds are obscene.

"Gonna - ngh - gonna come." You groan into the pillow. "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

Clink, clin-

Zayne rips his fingers from your drenched hole, strings of your cum pulling with them to leave a sticky, dripping mess.

"No." He says plainly. "Be a good girl and wait."

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CW: Student-teacher. Eventual smut. P in V. Oral s3x. Medical inaccuracies.

You stare at your laptop screen, the cursor blinking mockingly at the bottom of your email draft. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you reread what you've written—no, what you sent—to Professor Zayne.

The essay. Or rather, a smut story.

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Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb Summary: Caleb gets spoiled for his birthday! CWs: threesome w/ heavy snowapple action, face sitting, Caleb gets fucked and sucked yippee! WC: 1,471 | AO3 link

Your lips trail down the length of Caleb's neck, his arm firmly secured around your waist while you kneel next to him on the bed. You feel him groan through his throat and you cast a look down to Zayne who's kneeling between his spread thighs, head bobbing up and down languidly as he takes Caleb's cock into his mouth.

"F-fuck me..." Caleb groans, tipping his head back to give you more accress to his neck.

"I will," Zayne says, pulling off Caleb's cock with a smirk. "Have some patience."

You let out a little giggle and run your hand up and down Caleb's chest, giving his nipple a few gentle teases.

"Zayne's mouth feel good on your cock?" You ask innocently.

"Mhm." He moans. "Tongue always feels so fucking goo-oh shit."

Caleb squeezes his eyes shut and you look down again to see what has him so worked up. Zayne's arm is moving back and forth; he must be working Caleb open for him.

"Guessing his fingers feel good too, huh?" You tease with a smile.