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[anglbunny]

Safe word ♡ ryomen sukuna

cw: smut mdni, use of safe word, soft sukuna, based on this request

You’re not sure how long he’s been fucking you. Time’s gone blurry—melted into moans and muscle spasms, fingers digging into sheets, your body arching under his like instinct.

You're soaking wet. Wrung out. Shaking. And still, Sukuna doesn't stop.

"Look at you," he pants, watching the way your tits bounce with every brutal thrust. "All fucked dumb and you’re still takin' it like a good little slut."

Your mouth drops open—another moan spilling out, high and wrecked. Your thighs tremble on either side of his hips, limp now from being held up so long. You can barely move.

But you love it. Every second.

You were made to be spoiled like this. A princess, built to be touched, worshipped, ruined.

He presses his palm over your belly, smirking when he feels the outline of his cock moving inside.

“Such a perfect fucking body,” he growls. “Takes me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? All mine.”

You nod. Nodding feels easier than speaking.

Your body jerks with the rhythm of his thrusts. Your wrists are pinned above your head. His other hand is tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make your eyes water.

But suddenly—it’s too much.

The moment creeps up fast. You’ve come too many times. Your body can’t handle more.

Your lips move without thinking—

“Rose.”

Your safeword.

Sukuna freezes.

Immediately.

Silence.

His hands loosen. His hips pull back. The feral, dominant glint in his eyes is gone in an instant—replaced by something soft. Something vulnerable.

"Shit—hey, hey." His voice lowers, gentle. Concern slipping into every syllable. “You okay, sweetheart? Look at me.”

You blink up at him. Overwhelmed, but safe. Still gasping.

“I-I’m okay. Just… needed to stop.”

His hands are already moving. Untying your wrists. Stroking your cheeks. His lips kiss your forehead, then your shoulder, then your temple.

"Good girl,” he whispers. “You did so good telling me. So proud of you.”

He grabs a blanket, covers you up, and lies beside you—pulling you against his chest like you're made of glass.

His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it.

“You were perfect. You’re always perfect. I got you now, yeah? Just breathe. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nod into his neck, tears slipping down your cheeks—not from pain, but from how held you feel.

Sukuna holds you tighter.

“Next time,” he says quietly, brushing your hair back, “we take it slow. I wanna hear those pretty sounds without hurting you. You’re too precious to me, baby.”

You manage a soft smile.

Because no matter how hard he goes—he always brings you back. Always holds you after.

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: bleh

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[1999hiru]

୨୧ cw. pussy drunk ellie, overstim, oral sex

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it’s hot. scorching. your body feels like it’s on fire, tingles spreading down your legs and up your arms. she’s wrung yet another orgasm out of you, probably your fourth one by now, but she’s not done. haven’t had enough.

you look down for a moment—your eyes finding ellie’s. her lips are latched onto your cunt, warm and wet, milking every last drop you’ve poured out for her. her hands are gripping at your hips tightly. you grind down on her mouth, once, twice, fucking yourself on her slowly. the over sensitivity makes you shudder, shaky gasps as ellie continues licking at you. her lips are covered in your slick, chin messy and sticky. her nose is covered in your arousal too, and ellie can feel herself going insane from your scent. it’s purely you, nothing else, just you. you can faintly see the glossiness in her eyes, the pink blush spread across her cheeks. if you pay attention, you can feel her slightly thrust up against the air, her own arousal coating her inner thighs. she wants to be consumed by you. wants to smell you, taste you, feel you come all over her face and mark her. her brain is going hazy at your sweet pussy almost suffocating her.

and when you still for a moment, catching your breath, her fingers are digging into your skin immediately. she drags you up and down on her mouth like she’ll die without it. the pace is sloppy, too fast, and you’re whimpering when your clit bumps against her nose over and over again. she’s gasping against your pussy, “no, babe, c’mon keep going, please.” ellie’s throat tightening, she can’t breathe properly—but you’re addicting. the wet slide of your folds against her face is better than anything she’s ever had, and she finds herself moaning into your cunt when something drips down her neck, probably a mix of her spit and your slick. the feeling spurs her on, a loud whimper of her name when she slides the tip of her tongue into your heat.

“ah, ellie, too much..” you’re moaning uncontrollably, hands finding ellie’s hair. she’s shaking her head under you, moving you against her like you weighed nothing. “you taste so good, just give me one more, i know you can.”

when ellie was like this, which was often, it was hard to stop her. she was completely obsessed with you, your pussy. she loved making you writhe above her, feeling you shake against her lips when you came. she pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your body until you’re limp, your hair sticking to your forehead and that pretty breathy moan of her name when you’ve been fucked dry. and of course, as usual, today was one of those nights.

you’re on the verge of tears, grip tightening impossibly on her hair. she slaps you gently on your ass, “keep movin’, don’t stop babe,” she slowly releases her hold on your body, smiling against your messy cunt when you fuck yourself on her again. “i wanna feel you make a mess again, give it to me, please.”

the desperation in her voice is what makes you finish, your orgasm almost painful, too sensitive, your legs twitching violently and your pussy clenching when ellie continues to lick you through it. your ears are ringing, vision going blurry as you rock yourself shakily against her face—no aim, no momentum, just loud whimpers of your girlfriend’s name and your overused cunt brushing against her face. you can vaguely hear the pornographic slurps below you, she’s cleaning you up, her favorite part of eating you out. the way you taste is so sweet, something that could never be replaced. it drives ellie crazy.

so you’re not surprised when ellie only gives you a few minutes to recover, not even a little bit shocked when ellie hasn’t moved you off of her yet, kissing you like she always did after she was done with you. her calloused hands find your hips again like routine, gently shifting you up and down her dirty mouth again.

“one more?”

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black forest graphics !!

──★ requested  𝜚

I LOVE HER !! im still trying to get her, i got wedding cake cookie in my first 10 tens though <33

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TY FOR THE REQUEST ANON!! after i get the others done i will make an info/pin post <33

[rafeys-angel13]

just a bet

- based on this request

rafe had been distant, he’d went from seeing you very often to barely responding to you. you guys weren’t the closest but you still saw him a lot and you really liked him.

therefore, you decide to let him do his thing when you realise he’s being distant. you didn’t want to ruin this.

you were working at the country club in the afternoon when you see topper, rafe’s friend.

“hey topper” you smile and start making him the usual drink he orders.

“hey. how you doing?” he smirks, leaning against the bar.

“yeah, okay. you heard from rafe recently?” you look up at him from the drink. doesn’t hurt to ask, right?

“yeah, went golfing with him this morning” he replies casually.

“oh… did he mention anything about me and him? he’s being real distant” you ask quietly and topper frowns.

“what do you mean, honey?” he tilts his head.

“like did he say anything about me?” you repeat, handing him his drink.

“nah, he got his 50 bucks. he doesn’t need to talk to you anymore” he chuckles.

your heart drops and your chest tightens.

“what…?”

“you didn’t know?” he scoffs. “was it not obvious?”

you shake your head, tears immediately brimming your eyes.

topper awkwardly leaves and returns to the table he was at as you try to blink away the tears.

later that day when you get off work, you immediately go over to rafe’s. you’re still wearing the stupid uniform, a skirt that’s way too short and a polo shirt that’s way too tight.

you knock on his front door, holding back tears.

your heart pounds at your chest as he unlocks the door and swings it open.

“hey, you good?” his face immediately contorts to a frown when he sees your nervous body language.

“are you fucking dumb?!” you push his chest, he doesn’t budge.

“what?”

“i was a bet! you fucking dick!” your tears finally fall down your cheeks.

“baby- i- let me explain myself” he catches your wrists.

“go on! explain why you’d lead me on like this!” you pull your hands away from his grip.

“i do wanna be with you. i swear, baby�� yes it started off as a bet but- i want to continue this.” he looks you in the eyes, a firm expression on his face.

“why didn’t you tell me, rafe?” you wipe the tears off your cheek.

“i- well i didn’t want this to happen… i didn’t want you to doubt my love for you.” he steps forward and wipes away the remaining tears.

“you should’ve just told me… i was fucking scared when topper told me. i thought you would- like fully cut me off or something” you sniffle and he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back.

“i’m sorry, baby… i didn’t know how to tell you. so i just thought keeping it a secret was better for you…” he murmurs, his lips pressed against your hair.

“but i’m glad the bet happened…” he adds softly.

“why?” you pull your head back and look at him.

“well i wouldn’t have realised how much of a great girl you are— and you’re pretty great.” he chuckles, cupping your face with his hands.

you chuckle too, unable to wipe the smile off your face that was once a frown.

“i love you, rafe…” you smile, without thinking about it.

rafe freezes, this is the first time you’d said those three words.

he sees your face slowly drop when he takes a while to answer and kisses your forehead with a soft smile.

“i love you too, babygirl” he chuckles.

-

[adddddiiii]

Damian Wayne Headcanons

You catch him talking to Alfred (the cat) about how much he loves you

He leaves you handwritten notes in the most elegant cursive because he thinks texts are impersonal

He cannot take compliments

"You're cute."

"No. I am intimidating."

"You're blushing."

Whenever he's on patrol or missions, he leaves Titus with you knowing you'll take good care of his beloved dog

He takes you to art museums and spends hours explaining the history of every piece he knows you'll love

You're the only one he'll let patch him up after a mission — he trusts you completely

If you try to sneak out of bed early, he'll sleepily grab your wrist

"Dami-"

"Stay. Jus' a little longer."

He practices smiling in the mirror because he wants to perfect it for you

He turns red when you kiss his cheek in front of his brothers

When you're upset because someone said something offensive to you, he'll awkwardly offer to hold you

"Do you want to cuddle?"

"Yes please."

"Okay," he wraps his arms around you, "Who do I have to talk to? Or punch?"

[moanz111]

Could you maybe do an ateez fake texts where you send them a video of their concert and in the video your screaming for another member and they get jealous👀. (Crack)

ateez reaction to you sending them a video of you screaming for another member at their concert

genre: fake texts/smau, crack/humour (i tried)

tags/warnings: some are a bit suggestive, stupid jokes, swearing, they're all jealous, no gendered words are used for reader, the relationship with the members is ambiguous so imagine whatever you want to

note: thank you so much for requesting and i'm sorry for making you wait for such a long time!! i hope you enjoy this! 🤍 also, this was hilarious to write right after i went to their concert for real 😭

[luvashli]

MORE THEN FRIENDS

Synopsis -> Heeseung has always been your best friend—but lately, the lingering touches and stolen glances feel different. Maybe he’s been waiting for you to realize he’s meant to be more.

Pairing -> best!friend!heeseung x fem!reader

Genre -> oneshot, best friends to lovers, suggestive

Status -> complete

Wc -> 3.4k

Note -> requestet by this ask :) hope you enjoy

The first time you met Heeseung, he was the quiet new kid in your fourth-grade class, staring down at his desk while nervously tapping his pencil. You had been assigned as his seat partner, and while the rest of the class chattered around him, he stayed silent.

Ever the curious one, you nudged his arm with your elbow. “Wanna trade snacks?” you asked, holding up your peanut butter sandwich.

Heeseung hesitated, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for the first time. Then, without a word, he slid his pack of strawberry Pocky across the desk. You grinned, breaking your sandwich in half and handing it to him.

And just like that, you were inseparable.

Middle school was a blur of shared lunch trays, inside jokes, and whispered secrets. Heeseung wasn’t as shy anymore—not with you, at least. He still liked to keep to himself, but you were the exception to that rule.

You balanced each other out. Where you were loud and impulsive, he was calm and thoughtful. Where you rushed headfirst into things, he held back and thought things through.

When the other kids teased you for being “too much,” Heeseung was always there, rolling his eyes and telling you they were just jealous. And when Heeseung got called a nerd for acing every math test, you sat beside him at lunch and loudly declared that smart people were hot anyway.

Back then, everything was simple. Heeseung was your best friend, and you were his. No questions asked. No complicated feelings.

But then came high school. And suddenly, things weren’t so simple anymore.

___

Heeseung had always thought you were pretty. Even back in middle school, when you still had braces and a habit of tripping over your own feet, he knew there was something about you that pulled people in—pulled him in. But he never really understood what that feeling meant until sophomore year.

It happened at a school dance, of all places. You had dragged him there, even though he insisted he hated school events. You’d rolled your eyes and called him a grandpa, saying, “Come on, Hee, what’s the worst that could happen?”

The worst, apparently, was watching you slow dance with someone else.

He hadn’t realized he was gripping his soda can so tightly until Jake nudged him. “Dude, you look like you wanna kill someone.”

Heeseung forced a laugh. “What? No. I just…” He trailed off, eyes fixed on you—on the way you laughed at something your dance partner said, on the way they spun you around like you were weightless. And that’s when it hit him.

He was in love with you.

It was a terrifying realization, one that made his stomach twist into knots. Because the moment he understood his feelings, he also understood something else—you didn’t feel the same way.

After that night, Heeseung tried to ignore his feelings. He told himself it was just a phase, just a stupid crush that would go away if he stopped thinking about it.

He dated other girls. Not many, but enough to convince himself he was over you. But it never worked, because every time something good happened, you were the first person he wanted to tell. And every time something bad happened, you were the only person who could make it better.

So, he buried his feelings. He smiled when you talked about your latest crushes, pretended it didn’t sting when you called him your platonic soulmate, and kept being the best friend you needed him to be.

Because loving you was easy. It was having you that was impossible.

___

Now, standing on the edge of adulthood, you still saw Heeseung as your constant, your safe place. But Heeseung? He had spent years pretending not to love you.

And he was starting to wonder how much longer he could keep up the act.

If someone had told Heeseung years ago that he’d still be hopelessly in love with you, he would’ve laughed it off. He had convinced himself—or at least tried to—that his feelings would fade with time. That someday, he’d wake up and you’d just be his best friend again, nothing more.

But here he was, sitting across from you in your favorite café, watching as you stirred sugar into your coffee with that same absentminded concentration you always had, and he knew—he had never stopped loving you.

“You’re staring,” you teased, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Heeseung scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “No, I’m not.”

“You totally are.” You smirked, taking a sip of your drink. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Heeseung wanted to tell you the truth—that you had his whole heart on your face, that he couldn’t look at you without wanting to memorize every little detail. But instead, he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you have ‘annoying’ written all over it.”

You gasped dramatically. “Wow. Is this how you treat your best friend? Unbelievable.”

There it was. That word. Best friend.

Heeseung swallowed down the bitter taste that always followed when you said that. He knew it wasn’t your fault—you had no idea how he felt. How could you? He had spent years making sure you didn’t.

But lately, it was getting harder to pretend. Harder to keep smiling when you told him about your latest date, harder to act normal when you rested your head on his shoulder like it was the most casual thing in the world. Because to you, it was casual. But to Heeseung, every touch, every laugh, every moment with you felt like something he wasn’t allowed to have.

And it was slowly driving him insane.

“Hello? Earth to Heeseung?” Your voice cut through his thoughts, and he realized you were waving a hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, what?” He blinked.

“I was saying, do you wanna come over tonight? Movie night, just like old times.” You smiled, eyes bright with excitement.

It was an innocent offer. Just another normal night in your friendship. But to Heeseung, it was another reminder of how much he wanted but could never have.

Still, he nodded, forcing a grin. “Yeah, sure. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Because no matter how much it hurt, being close to you—even as just a friend—was better than not having you at all.

___

Movie nights with Heeseung were nothing new. They had been a tradition since high school—just the two of you, a ridiculous amount of snacks, and an unspoken rule that you had to rewatch at least one childhood favorite before the night was over.

But tonight felt… different.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was the way Heeseung seemed quieter than usual, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long when he thought you weren’t looking. Or maybe it was the way your heart kept skipping beats whenever his knee brushed against yours on the couch.

You shook the thought away, grabbing a handful of popcorn. It’s just Heeseung. Your best friend. Stop being weird.

“What do you wanna watch?” you asked, flipping through the streaming options.

Heeseung shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “You pick.”

“You always say that.”

“And yet, you always pick something terrible.” He smirked, reaching over to steal some of your popcorn.

You gasped, smacking his hand away. “Excuse you! I have excellent taste.”

He snorted. “Sure, if excellent taste means forcing me to sit through three-hour-long romance movies where nothing happens except people staring at each other.”

“You like those movies, don’t lie.”

“I like suffering through them for you—big difference,” he muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest spread just a little. Heeseung always did that—acted like he was just tolerating the things you loved, when in reality, he indulged you more than anyone ever had.

You ended up picking a random movie, something lighthearted, but halfway through, you barely paid attention. Your focus kept drifting to Heeseung—his stupidly perfect side profile, the way his lips parted slightly when he was concentrating, the little crease in his brow when something in the movie confused him.

It wasn’t like you had never noticed before. You had eyes, after all. But tonight, it was like your brain refused to brush it off as nothing.

You shifted slightly, only to realize just how close the two of you were sitting. At some point, Heeseung had draped his arm across the back of the couch, and without thinking, you had leaned into his side. It wasn’t unusual. You’d done this a hundred times before.

So why did it feel like your whole body was hyper-aware of him?

A scene in the movie made you laugh, and without thinking, you turned to share the moment with him—only to find him already looking at you.

Your breath hitched.

He didn’t look away.

For a second, neither of you moved. The only sound in the room was the muffled dialogue from the movie, but everything else faded into the background. His gaze flickered down—to your lips, just for a split second—before returning to your eyes.

And suddenly, you knew.

You knew what had been different about tonight. You knew why your heart was racing, why his touches felt electric, why the way he looked at you sent heat rushing through your veins.

Because for the first time, you were seeing Heeseung in a way you had never let yourself before.

And maybe—just maybe—you were falling for your best friend.

Your heart pounded as you stared at Heeseung, the glow of the TV flickering against his face. He wasn’t looking away.

He always looked at you—watching, waiting, as if he had something to say but never quite found the words. But tonight, for the first time, you weren’t oblivious to it. You weren’t brushing off the way his eyes lingered, the way his fingers twitched against his thigh like he wanted to reach for you but held himself back.

And maybe, for the first time, you didn’t want him to hold back.

You swallowed, trying to play it off. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Heeseung’s jaw clenched slightly, and his voice came out lower than usual. "You’re the one staring first."

You weren’t. Or maybe you were. It didn’t matter.

The tension between you felt thick, heavy, like a rubber band stretched too tight, on the verge of snapping.

And then it did.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, Heeseung’s lips were on yours, crashing into you like he had been waiting for this moment forever. Maybe he had. Maybe you had, too, without realizing it.

A small gasp left your lips, but Heeseung didn’t hesitate—his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted into him like you had been made to fit there.

The movie long forgotten, the only sound in the room was the ragged breathing between kisses, the quiet sighs you couldn’t hold back as Heeseung deepened the kiss. His hands roamed—one sliding up your back, the other gripping your thigh as he pulled you onto his lap.

You should’ve felt nervous. This was Heeseung, your best friend. The one who had always been by your side, the one you told everything to. But right now, nothing about this felt wrong. If anything, it felt like something that had been waiting to happen.

His lips trailed down, grazing the corner of your jaw, your neck—hot and unhurried, like he wanted to take his time memorizing every inch of you.

"Hee," you breathed, hands tangling in his hair.

His grip on you tightened, and a low groan rumbled from his chest, sending shivers down your spine. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he murmured against your skin.

The confession made your stomach flip. Because if he had wanted this for a long time… why did it take you so long to see it?

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes. They were darker than usual, filled with something raw, something unspoken.

"Why didn’t you ever say anything?" you whispered.

Heeseung exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "Because I was scared you’d never look at me the way I look at you."

Your heart clenched. How had you been so blind?

You cupped his face, your thumb tracing over his cheekbone. "I’m looking at you now."

And then, you kissed him again—slow, deep, like you were making up for all the lost time.

This wasn’t just a kiss. It was years of unsaid words, years of stolen glances, years of Heeseung loving you in silence.

And finally, finally, you were listening.

Heeseung’s lips moved against yours like he had been waiting forever—slow at first, savoring every second, but growing more desperate with each passing moment. His fingers dug into your waist as if he was afraid you might slip away, but there was no chance of that happening. Not anymore.

You were completely, hopelessly lost in him.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and Heeseung let out a quiet groan against your lips. The sound sent heat rushing through you, making your whole body feel like it was on fire.

He pulled you even closer—if that was even possible—until there was no space left between you. His hands roamed, one gripping your thigh, the other sliding up your back, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

When he kissed you again, it was different—deeper, rougher, like he had finally let go of whatever restraint he’d been holding onto.

And you wanted more.

You shifted slightly in his lap, your fingers tracing down his jaw, his neck, the sharp lines of his collarbone. Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tightening around you.

"Y/N," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough, almost pleading.

It sent a shiver down your spine. You had never heard him sound like that before.

You leaned in, lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. "What is it?" you teased softly, barely above a whisper.

Heeseung let out a shaky laugh, tilting his head back against the couch. "You’re actually going to kill me."

You grinned, feeling a rush of confidence. "Oh? Am I?"

His hands squeezed your hips, grounding himself. "You have no idea."

The air between you was thick, charged with something neither of you had dared to acknowledge before tonight. But now that the line had been crossed, there was no going back.

You stared at him—his swollen lips, the way his chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breathing. Heeseung had always been beautiful, but right now? Right now, he looked absolutely wrecked.

Because of you.

Something about that realization made your heart pound even harder.

Slowly, you traced your fingers over his jaw, your touch featherlight. "Then maybe you should do something about it," you murmured.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened.

And in the next second, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you with a smirk that sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he murmured, his voice lower now, sending shivers down your spine.

You bit your lip, fingers tangling in the fabric of his hoodie. "Show me."

Heeseung groaned softly before capturing your lips again, his hands gripping your waist as he deepened the kiss.

And this time, neither of you held back.

___

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was warmth.

You were tangled in Heeseung—his arm draped over your waist, his face buried in your hair, his steady breathing fanning across your skin. The soft glow of early morning filtered through your curtains, casting everything in golden light.

And then it hit you.

Last night. The kisses, the way he touched you like he had been waiting forever, the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that had ever mattered.

Your heart clenched.

What happens now?

You shifted slightly, and Heeseung groaned in protest, tightening his hold on you.

“Mm, don’t move,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped at how soft he sounded. “Heeseung, we have to get up.”

“No, we don’t.” He buried his face deeper into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. “Five more minutes.”

You hesitated, staring at the ceiling. What were you supposed to say? Did last night change everything? Were you still just… friends? Did he regret it?

Heeseung must’ve felt the tension in your body because he finally lifted his head, his eyes barely open, but still filled with something softer when they met yours.

“You’re overthinking,” he murmured.

You swallowed. “I just… what does this mean?”

Heeseung blinked at you sleepily before a small smirk played at his lips. “You want me to confess again, don’t you?”

Your face heated. “That’s not—”

He cut you off by leaning in, brushing a slow, lazy kiss against your lips. It was barely a kiss at all, just a soft press of his mouth against yours, but it made your whole body melt.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered. “I think I always have.”

Your breath hitched.

It was one thing to realize your feelings, to feel them creeping up on you like a slow-burning flame. But hearing him say it—knowing that he had felt this way for so long—made your chest ache.

“I…” You hesitated, but only for a second. Because deep down, you already knew the answer.

You cupped his face, running your thumb along his cheek. “I love you too, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a small, relieved laugh before kissing you again—slow and sweet, like he was savoring every second.

And this time, there was no hesitation. No second-guessing.

Just you and him, exactly where you were always meant to be.

Heeseung kissed you again, slow and deliberate, as if making sure you weren’t just a dream. His hands rested gently on your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against your skin, grounding himself in the moment.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice still thick with sleep.

You smiled, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “Waking up late?”

“No.” He pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Waking up with you.”

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you.” His smirk was lazy, teasing, but his eyes held nothing but warmth.

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was—you liked this side of him. The Heeseung who was completely unfiltered, who didn’t hold back anymore. And maybe, deep down, you always had.

A comfortable silence settled between you as Heeseung shifted, pulling you impossibly closer until your head was resting against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, and the warmth of his skin against yours made you wish you could stay here forever.

But reality was waiting.

Eventually, you sighed. “We really should get up.”

“No, we really shouldn’t.”

“Heeseung.”

“Y/N.” He mimicked your tone, grinning when you shot him a glare.

You tried to move, but he tightened his arms around you, effortlessly keeping you trapped against him. “Nope,” he said, voice muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “You’re staying right here.”

You huffed, but your resolve was crumbling. He was too warm. Too comfortable. And if you were being honest… you didn’t really want to move either.

“Fine,” you relented, nuzzling closer. “But only for five more minutes.”

Heeseung chuckled, his lips brushing against your temple. “You say that now.”

And, of course, five minutes turned into ten.

Then twenty.

And before you knew it, the two of you were still tangled together, lost in quiet laughter, whispered confessions, and soft, lingering touches.

Because for the first time, there was no rush. No reason to pretend.

For the first time, you weren’t just best friends anymore.

You were his. And he was yours.

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can you PLEASE do a husband!katsuki reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ You don’t treat her like that .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. hurt-comfort, angst, light fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. husband!bakugou x wife!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ when Bakugou catches his son being disrespectful and pushing you, he steps in immediately reminding his family that no one mistreats the woman he loves.

The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. You had let your son, Haru, sleep in longer than usual, thinking maybe he needed the rest. But the moment he got up, everything felt… off.

He was ten now old enough to talk back, to test boundaries. You knew that. But today, his tone was different. Sharp. Mean, even. And you had no idea what set it off.

“I said I didn’t want that for lunch!” Haru snapped, knocking the plate slightly off the table with a huff. It clattered, but didn’t break.

You blinked. “Haru,”

“I’m not hungry! Stop acting like you know everything!”

Your lips parted slightly. The words stung, but it was the next part that really hit.

As you reached for his hand to gently guide him away from the mess, Haru yanked back and pushed your arm not hard, but enough to make you stumble a bit. Enough to freeze the air in the room.

And then,

“What the hell did you just do?”

Katsuki’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

You didn’t even hear him come in.

Katsuki stood in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes locked onto Haru like fire. You swore the entire temperature of the room shifted.

Haru shrank back, eyes widening. “I—I didn’t mean”

“You don’t ever put your hands on your mom. Ever.” Katsuki’s voice dropped lower, more dangerous now. “You talk to her like that again, you won’t be seeing your friends, your games, anything for a month. Do you understand me?”

Haru swallowed. “Yes.”

Katsuki didn’t stop glaring. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Haru said, quieter this time.

Katsuki let out a breath and turned to you. “You alright?” His voice softened instantly.

You nodded, rubbing your arm. “Yeah. Just surprised.”

Katsuki stepped closer, putting a hand on your shoulder. “No one treats you like that—not even our kid. I don’t care who it is.”

You could tell he meant it. It wasn’t just anger. It was protectiveness, the kind that never faded no matter how many years you were together.

He looked back at Haru. “Apologize. Properly.”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Haru said, eyes downcast. “I didn’t mean to push you. Or yell. I was just… mad.”

“I get mad too,” Katsuki said, crossing his arms. “But you don’t take it out on the people who love you. You hear me?”

Haru nodded, ashamed now. He looked at you again. “I’m really sorry.”

You walked over and knelt to his level. “I forgive you. But we talk about things, okay? Not like that.”

He nodded and hugged you tight.

Katsuki watched, arms still crossed but the edge in his eyes slowly fading. When Haru ran upstairs to clean up, he finally relaxed.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you like someone afraid to ever see you hurt. “Next time he does that,” Katsuki muttered, “I’m grounding him until he’s twenty.”

You smiled softly into his chest. “Let’s just hope there’s no next time.”

“Damn right.”

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BABY!?

♡ Nagi seishiro gets baby fever, smut mdni, breeding kink, based on this req

Nagi never really got the whole kids thing.

They cry, they’re loud, they interrupt gaming, and they want attention every five seconds — like, hello? That’s stamina he could be using on Apex or cuddling you on the couch while grinding events on his mobile game.

But today?

He sees you crouched in the grass, laughing as you help your little cousin build a lopsided flower crown, the toddler squealing when you boop her nose. Your smile is soft, glowing in the sunlight, and you look so natural, so warm, so you that something in him glitches.

Nagi blinks. Suddenly his controller’s in his lap. Game paused. Eyes locked on you like he’s just seen a bonus level he didn’t know he wanted to unlock.

“…weird,” he mumbles, tilting his head.

You wave at him, calling out something playful like “Come join us, Sei!” And that’s it.

He’s done for.

Later that night, back in your shared apartment, you're straddling his lap while he lazes against the headboard, your lips pressed to his neck, hands sneaking under his shirt — and he can’t stop thinking about it. The softness. The image of you with a kid that looks like both of you. The way you’d probably look with a swollen belly, soft and full, just for him.

“Hey,” he mumbles between lazy kisses, hands gripping your hips tighter than usual.

“Yeah?” you pant.

He brushes a thumb over your lower stomach, voice low, almost sleepy — but serious. “Wanna make a mini you.”

You blink, confused. “What?”

“A baby,” he clarifies flatly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Or like…a mini us.”

Your face burns. “seish—”

“You’d look cute pregnant,” he murmurs, flipping you onto your back, eyes a little hungrier now. “All mine… carrying my kid.”

he settles between your thighs, pushing your shirt up to see the sight of your bare, puffy pussy, which has him groaning. he pulls his cock out, rubbing the tip over your folds until you break. "baby.. fuck, please... in"

you mumble, words heavy and slurred. pussy wet with need. His thrusts get slower, deeper.

“You’d let me, right? Fill you up? Every night if I had to… till it sticks.”

he presses down on your belly so you can feel his large cock pulling in and out of you. staying buried deep, so when he cums, nothing goes to waste.

And when you whimper out his name, he smirks lazily, kissing your neck like it’s the start of the best co-op duo ever.

“c'mon, babe. think about it.”

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chris let you sit pretty for all of three minutes after you plopped down on the bed beside him. and then suddenly, his hands were on you, dragging your delicate body down the bed. your head flopping against the bedding, curls sprawling out around you like a halo.

❛ chris! ❜ you squeal, grabbing onto his soft hair as he kisses his way down from your neck. eliciting sweet moans out of you. his mouth coming down onto your collarbone, biting, sucking. just as quickly his tongue licks the skin, gentle and soothing.

❛ been dying for this since you got to the house, sweets. ❜ he mumbles between kisses, big hands gripping your hips as you squirm. ❛ jus’ let me taste you. ❜

he comes up, shoving his mouth against yours. hot, wet and needy. his tongue running across your bottom lip before fighting it’s way to tangle with yours. ❛ mmf— ❜ you let out a muffled moan, tingling all over. body buzzing with anticipation. puffy lips fighting to keep up with his. your little hands gripping his biceps hard. panties damp from the mere sight of him.

❛ shit, baby. fuck. ❜ chris comes up for air, sighing. forehead resting against your own. ❛ y’re mouth tastes so fucking sweet. can’t wait to eat that pretty pink pussy of yours. ❜ his hot breath fans over your face. hips grinding down against yours. the bulge in his sweats has you whimpering as you blink up at him desperately.

❛ chris, please. please. ❜ you whine, fingers trailing up to his neck. tangling into his messy hair. his smirk turns you on even more and before you realise, you’re shoving him down to where you want him most.

❛ needy little thing, aren’t ya. ❜ chris grins, happily obliging. settling between your legs. toying with the waistband of your soft, frilly shorts. glancing up at you, you whine and push his head. ❛ chris, fucking please. ❜

chris tsks, spanking your cunt through the cotton. ❛ ‘m gonna need to shut you up, aren’t i? ❜ voice low, teasing. you squirm under him, eyes wide and glossy.

he tugs your shorts down with such force that your body jolts on the bed. your hands pulling on strands of his hair. material slipping down your legs, flutters awakening in your tummy. his fingers trailing lightly over the flush skin of your thighs. teasing you. toying with you.

chris’s eyes meet your hooded stare, corner of his lip quirking up as he leans his head down. lips brushing over your hip. teeth grazing your waist as he uses them to tug your delicate pink lace panties off you. you gasp, the nipping taking you for surprise. mumbling a string of ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

❛ been tryna take my time with you. jus’ can’t wait any longer to taste you, sweets. look at you. glistening for me. ❜ his words have your heart thumping and pussy pulsing. you cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his rough stubble.

❛ chris, i’m begg— ❜ your voice gets cut off, long fingers shoving the lace in your warm mouth. doe eyes bulging. you’re practically trembling. mouth stuffed full with your own pink panties. you’re growing wetter by the second.

❛ knew i’d have to shut you up, sweetheart. ❜ he teases, his hands running up the swell of your thighs. backs of his fingers brushing lightly over your glistening pussy. ❛ it’s time for me to eat my cunt, don’t y’think? ❜ his smirk is proud and knowing. he has you right where he wants you. and now, he’s gonna devour you.

helplessly whining and moaning, noises muffled by the lace in your mouth, you nod vigorously at him. eyes pleading. chris chuckles, shaking his head. throwing your legs over his shoulders, he mutters, ❛ alright then. ❜

chris eats you out like a man starved. lewd squelches bouncing off the walls. his tongue rapidly flicking over your swollen clit as his fingers tease your hole. messy, sloppy, wet.

your fingers grip his hair like a vice as he slides three of his own into your seeping entrance. practically begging for it. tears well up in your eyes. strings of muffled whimpers leaving your stuffed mouth.

chris groans, face buried so far between your legs. he doesn’t even let up for a breath. continuing his attack on your sweet pussy. nose brushing your slit. tongue tracing patters over your clit. jaw working overtime.

his fingers curl, hitting the perfect spot. your watery eyes rolling back. pulling on his hair harder. ❛ hold it, sweetheart. m’not done with you yet. ❜ chris says into your pussy. licking a stripe up your slit. pumping his fingers in and out.

you nearly cry. pleasure building up in your tummy. toes curling. it just feels so good. you try to plead, but no words come out. stupid lace restricting you.

❛ taste so fucking good, sweets. ❜ he moans, free hand splayed against your lower tummy. pushing down. eyes flicking up to meet yours. grinning as he sucks your clit into his mouth. ❛ soo good. ❜

by that look on his face, you know you’re not cumming any time soon. dropping your head back against the mattress. he’s gonna keep his head buried in his favourite place for hours.

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reader does not have to be mean but jimin begs

EARNED IT ✵ YU JIMIN.

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ᝰ.ᐟ you didn’t expect karina to text you after that night. but she did. and now you’re in her apartment again.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) it’s the same au as fantasize ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). mention of weed, cursing, dom!reader, pet names (baby), cunnilingus, creampie (wrap it fore you tap it), fingering, praise & degradation, begging, choking, face riding.

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YOU DIDN'T EXPECT JIMIN TO message you. not because you thought she would regret it — if anything, you were the one who should have. getting high at aeri’s place and letting things unfold the way they did wasn’t your plan, as if you didn’t spend the entire semester tormenting her over one stupid test grade.

but you don’t regret it. not really.

you just didn’t think she’d be the one to reach out first.

jimin

hey

wanna hang out?

no emojis. no explanation. just that. like she wasn’t still fresh in your memory. you didn’t answer right away. you waited until twenty minutes later.

you

sure

your place?

now here you are. her door opens before you can knock.

she looks like she tried really hard not to try too hard — gray sweatpants and a random tank top. her glasses are sliding down her nose and her hair’s up but messy. she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek.

you raise an eyebrow. “hi.”

“hey. come in.” she says quickly, like she practiced it.

the place smells like weed and lavender laundry detergent. textbooks are piled on her desk and there’s a hoodie slung over the back of her chair.

“didn’t think you’d actually text me.” you say.

jimin frowns. “why not?”

you shrug, taking your time. “figured you’d be embarrassed.”

she opens her mouth like she’s about to argue — then closes it. her cheeks flush pink.

“i’m not.” she mumbles.

“sure.”

“i’m not!” she insists, voice cracking just slightly. “i just— i thought it would be chill. like, normal.”

you glance at her bed. then back to her. “this is your idea of normal?”

she panics. “i didn’t mean like— that. i just thought we could hang out. talk. watch something.”

“you want to watch a movie?” you ask.

“yes.”

“and you want to talk.”

“yes.”

you look at her. she looks at the floor.

“you invited me over just to hang out.�� you repeat.

she nods quickly. “yeah.”

you let the silence stretch a moment too long. then you take a step closer.

“you’re hard, aren’t you?”

her breath catches. “n-no.”

you tilt your head. “you sure?”

she goes very still. you take another step. fingers brushing her waistband. “you invited me over just to hang out.” you echo right against her ear, softer this time.

she shudders. doesn’t answer.

you smile. “liar.”

jimin flinches like you’ve read her mind — which, to be fair, you have. but before you can push more, she blurts out. “movie. let’s pick a movie.”

you don’t know how you ended up cuddling. jimin’s bed is warm and she’s even warmer, wrapped around you under the blanket like she’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

some movie’s playing quietly on her laptop, half forgotten. it’s the kind of comfort film that she’s seen a dozen times. you’re curled up with your back to her chest, her arm draped lazily over your stomach. you can feel her breathing slow and steady against your neck.

you sigh, relaxed and content. “you watching?”

“mhm.” she lies, nose brushing your shoulder.

but her fingers haven’t moved from where they’re resting, just above the hem of your oversized shirt, and you can feel her staring. not at the screen, but down your body. you’re not even wearing anything scandalous, just a loose top and a pair of shorts.

she hasn’t moved in a while.

not really.

her hand is now resting innocently on your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt. but it keeps twitching. every time you shift, breathe, or stretch just a little, her fingers twitch. like she’s fighting the urge to grab.

“jimin?”

“yeah?”

“you good?” you murmur.

jimin hums. “mhm.”

“you sure?”

her nose brushes your shoulder. “you’re just… distracting.”

you let the silence stretch before shifting slightly, letting the thin fabric of your shorts ride higher on your hips. “am i?”

you don’t have to look. you can feel the way she stiffens.

“wanna tell me what exactly is so distracting, jimin?”

her fingers flex against your stomach. “you’re wearing those shorts.”

you glance down at your thighs, feigning innocence. “you don’t like them?”

“i love them. i love everything you wear. i just—“ she mumbles, voice going soft. “i can’t stop thinking about what’s under them.”

you finally turn around to face her. she’s looking at you like you’re already undressed, eyes low and dazed, lip caught between her teeth.

“say that again?” you tease.

she flushes. “i said i can’t stop thinking about you.”

you tilt your head. “and what do you want to do about it?”

“i…” her voice falters. then she swallows. “can i touch you? please?”

your lips curve slowly. there’s something about the way she asks— please.

“touch me where, baby?” you ask, voice low.

jimin’s breath hitches. her hand on your stomach is shaking slightly now, fingers flexing against your skin like she doesn’t trust herself to not be greedy.

“anywhere you’ll let me. please.” she whispers.

you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to her jaw. “that desperate already?”

“i know. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” she whines quietly. like it’s your fault she’s like this.

you press your body closer against hers and she gasps when she feels how warm you are. how little you’re wearing underneath those shorts she can’t stop staring at.

“go on, then. show me how much you want it.” you murmur.

she doesn’t waste a second. her hand dips lower, trembling slightly as she slides it beneath your shorts. she brushes over the lace of your underwear and whimpers.

you laugh softly against her neck. “yeah? you like the lace?”

“i love it. you wore these on purpose, didn’t you?” she breathes.

you hum in amusement. “what if i did?”

jimin’s fingers graze against your clothed heat and the sound she makes is barely a sound at all.

“fuck.” she whispers.

you shift slightly, enough to grind into her hand.

“please, y/n.”

you hum, grabbing her wrist and guiding her even further. she sucks in a breath as your wetness coats her fingers, riding them slowly. “is this what you wanted?”

she looked up at you, pressing her hand into you more. “n-no, i— i need more…”

you pouted mockingly at her tone. “what do you need, baby? tell me.”

her breath catches. “i… can i use my mouth? please?”

you tilt your head. “use your mouth how?”

she whimpers. “i wanna taste you. please— wanna make you feel good. been thinking about it all day.”

you brush your thumb across her cheek, letting the moment stretch as she looks up at you from in between your thighs.

“you’re already begging, baby. so needy tonight.” you mumble.

“i can’t help it. you make me like this.” she nuzzled into your palm.

you tangle your fingers in her hair and lean back, spreading your knees just enough to make her breath stutter. she settles between them, hands on your thighs, waiting. she’s flushed everywhere, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“go on then. you wanna taste me?” your voice is soft but firm.

her fingers twitch as she slowly slides them up your thighs, like she’s scared to move too fast and lose the moment. she kisses just above your knee first, then again, higher this time.

you tilt her chin up to look at you. “you that desperate?”

she nods quickly, biting her lip. you drag her hand up your body and slip it beneath your shirt, over bare skin. her breath catches when she feels how warm you are, fingers splaying across your stomach.

you brush her hair away from her face. “you’ve been like this since i walked in, haven’t you?”

jimin nods, mouth falling open just slightly. “since before that.”

you raise an eyebrow. “before?”

she nodded. “i— i touch myself to you.”

your grin is wicked and slow. you already knew, but there was something about the way that she said it. “do you?”

she nods again and this time her hands tighten on your waist. “can’t help it. you’re just— fuck, please let me taste you. i need it.”

you shift slightly, one hand cradling the back of her head. she takes it as a yes and obeys instantly, tugging your shorts down. she tugs on the hem of your panties, biting her bottom lip as her mouth watered. she looked up at you for permission, mouth hovering over the fabric. the moment your lips twitch into a small smirk, she leans in.

her tongue licks a stripe up your clothed cunt, groaning to herself before pulling the lace panties down with her teeth. her mouth opens as soon as you’re bare in front of her, eyes fluttering like the sight alone makes her dizzy.

“god, you’re so wet. i love these... fuck, let me—“ she breathes.

you guide her forward with the lightest pressure and she dives in.

she’s needy — messy, greedy, moaning into your skin like she’s been starving for days. her tongue works in desperate circles, hands clutching your thighs like she’s afraid that you might disappear.

you keep your voice low and steady. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

she moans in response, hips subtly grinding against the mattress as she chases friction she’s too shy to ask for.

“is that how you do it when you’re alone? thinking about me while you fuck your hand?” you whisper.

she whimpers into your core, the sound pure hunger.

“look at you. such a mess. all for me.” you murmur.

when you pull her hair back gently so you can see her face, she gasps. her lips are glossy and her chin is soaked.

“please— please ride my face… i need to feel you like that.” she says.

you hum, slow and satisfied. “you want me to sit on your face?”

jimin nods frantically, still catching her breath. “yes, please. i want it so bad. i want you to use me."

you raise an eyebrow, loving the way her voice cracks. “use you?”

she swallows hard, face flushed, eyes pleading. “i’ll be good— i won’t stop until you’re done.”

you gently push her onto her back and swing one leg over her chest, thighs on each side of her face. she stares up at you like you’re divine, like she doesn’t know where to look first — your dripping cunt, your chest, or the curve of your hips above her.

“don’t tease, baby. please let me—“ she whimpers.

you lower yourself slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut the moment your heat grazes her lips. the second you sit fully on her face, she moans like she’s the one being fucked.

“god, jimin. your mouth…” you groan, threading your fingers through her hair.

she sucks your clit into her mouth with a hunger that’s almost overwhelming, tongue flicking and flattening, alternating between slow licks and messy, frantic ones. it’s uncoordinated and desperate, but that’s what makes it good. she’s not trying to perform. she’s just starving for you.

“you’re so pathetic. all i did was sit on your face and you’re already whining.” you murmur, running your fingers through her hair.

her moan vibrates against you and your hips twitch in response. you grind slowly against her mouth, rolling your hips in circles as you keep your eyes locked on hers.

“like that, baby. fuck, your tongue feels so good— you’re so messy for me.”

she whines into you, tongue pushing deeper and the vibrations shoot straight up your spine.

you don’t even realize how loud you’re being until she moans louder in return, hips shifting under you as if she’s chasing her own pleasure while drowning in yours.

“you love this, don’t you? love being used like this.” you gasp, tugging her hair when her tongue circles your clit just right.

jimin’s hands slide up your thighs to grip your ass, holding you tighter against her face like she never wants to come up. you grind harder, more deliberate now, using her mouth just like she begged you to.

she’s soaked beneath her sweats — you can feel it. she’s probably leaking down her thigh from how hard she’s grinding into the mattress.

“such a good girl. so desperate to please me.” you gasp. she groans in response, eyes rolling back when you tug her hair harder and press yourself down a little more.

“fuck, jimin— i’m so close— gonna cum on your pretty face— don’t stop— don’t stop—” your thighs start to shake, rhythm turning frenzied. she’s making the filthiest sounds between your legs and you can’t stop — won’t stop — until your orgasm rips through you, loud and messy.

you cum with a cry, hips shaking as you ride her face through it, thighs clamping around her head. she moans, devouring every drop and licking you through every shake.

you collapse forward onto the mattress, panting and flushed before slipping off her face with shaky legs. she’s dazed, face flushed and lips wet with your slick.

she keeps going, licking you through it even when your hips twitch and you gasp her name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck, jimin.” you breathe.

“did… did i do good?”

you don’t answer right away — still breathless, thighs trembling, body heavy with the aftershocks of pleasure. jimin’s eyes are wide and starry like she’s never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

“you did perfect, baby. so good for me.” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to forehead.

she whines softly, leaning into your touch like she’s aching for more even now. your thumb grazes her jaw and she turns into it, pressing a kiss there, needy and tender. and then another. and another. she kisses up your arm, your wrist, anywhere she can reach. like she’s trying to worship you with her mouth.

“need you. please… want you to ride me.” she whispers against your skin.

you pause, eyes dropping to the outline of her length beneath her sweats — straining and twitching slightly. “you’re so hard.”

she nods, shame and desperation in her voice. “since you got on top of me. couldn’t help it.”

your smirk is slow. satisfied. “so greedy.”

you lean down to kiss her, messy and deep, tongue pushing past her lips before she can say anything else. her hands find your hips again but she doesn’t dare take more than you give. she just whimpers into the kiss like she’s falling apart.

“take it off. let me see how much you want it.” you murmur against her lips, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her sweats.

she obeys instantly, pushing her pants down with trembling hands. her cock bounces free, thick and slick with precum at the tip. she gasps when your fingers wrap around it and you stroke it slowly, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“you this desperate just from eating me out?” you tease.

“you taste so fucking good. could cum from just that.” she breathes, voice cracked.

you hum, straddling her hips, cunt bare and still dripping from the high that she gave you. when you drag the head of her cock through your folds, she chokes on her breath, hips jerking beneath you. you tease by grinding down on her length but not sinking down on her yet.

you run your fingers slowly down her chest, watch the way her stomach jump under your touch.

“jimin. look at you.” you murmur.

her eyes flutter open. barely. they’re hazy. “i— i can’t. you’re too pretty.“ she breathes.

you tilt your head. “mhm?”

she nods frantically, pupils blown wide. “yes. yes, please. i’ll be good. i’ll let you use me however you want, i just— i need you. need to feel how tight you are.”

you reach down and grip her cock, guiding it slowly to your entrance. her breath catches, chest heaving as you tease the tip against your folds.

“that what you want, baby? want to be inside me?” you whisper.

she nods desperately while whimpering. “yes— it’s yours. all yours. fuck— please ride me. i need you.”

you sink down in one smooth motion and jimin’s head hits the headboard with a loud thud as a strangled moan leaves her throat.

“fuuuck— oh my god— you’re so tight.” her hands shoot to your waist, gripping tight.

you start slow. each grind of your hips has her moaning helplessly, voice high and wrecked. her cock is thick and twitching inside you, and the second you roll your hips again she whimpers.

“like it when i ride you?” you purr, nails dragging lightly across her chest.

“yesyes— love it when it’s you.”

“you’re so fucking pretty.” you murmur.

she shivers. “can you say that again?”

“you’re so pretty.”

jimin moans, loud and desperate. “feels so good, please— please don’t stop—”

“i won’t, baby.” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss her jaw.

you grind your hips faster and harder. she bucks up into you but you slam your hips down to stop her. “no. you don’t get to take it.”

she whines and the sound goes straight to your cunt.

“said you’d be good. good girls let me use them.” you murmur, dragging your nails down her chest and over her heaving stomach.

“please. please use me, i’ll be so good—” she moans out.

you cut her off by clenching around her and grinding down hard, drawing a sharp cry from her throat.

“that’s my good girl.” you breathe, watching her moan.

slapping skin, wet sounds, and a mixture of your moans fill the room as her cock hits just right. you tilt your hips until she’s brushing against that spot over and over, your mouth falling open.

“right there— oh my god— fuck, right there—”

jimin’s hands shake as she grips your thighs. “you’re so fucking tight, baby— please, you’re gonna make me cum—”

you lean forward, hand wrapping gently around her throat. not tight but enough pressure to make her look up at you.

“you better not cum until i tell you. hold it, baby. be my good girl and hold it.” you warn, voice breaking on a moan.

she whimpers. “yes. yes— anything— just keep fucking me.”

you slam your hips down, lost in it. every bounce draws a new cry from her throat and she sounds so pretty — like she needs it.

her hands are everywhere now — your waist, the exposed area of your chest, mouth messy while she leaves bruises like she wants to mark you.

“touch me, jimin. make me cum.” you whisper into her ear, voice breaking.

and she does, fingertips slipping between your legs, stroking your clit while you ride her, rough and desperate and so good that your whole body seizes up when you finally cum. you moan her name into her mouth, and she gasps like it’s her own orgasm, cock twitching like she’s right on the edge too.

“fuck— fuck, i’m gonna— can i— please—”

“cum for me. fill me up, baby.” you pant, still grinding through your high.

she cries out and spills inside you, hips jerking wildly as she presses her face into your chest, whimpering and moaning and holding you like she’ll fall apart without you there. once she’s done, you collapse against her chest, panting and dazed. her fingers caress your hair.

“you okay?”

she nods with a flushed face, inching you closer. “yeah.”

“you did so good.” you kissed along her collarbone, fixing her hair. she bit her lip, watching you. her cheeks flushed slightly and you saw her mouth part once you pulled away.

“hmm?” you hummed, unable to fight the smile from dancing onto your lips. she massaged your hips, hands sliding up to your waist.

she looked at you with the most innocent eyes for someone who had just been used like a toy.

“…can we go again?” she asked, voice hoarse while smiling up at you like an idiot.

“you’re such a loser.” you teased, but your hips are already rolling against her again.

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