#but don't be upset with yourself if you are painfully shy at the start that's perfectly normal

[hemi-demi]

Tip for adult artists if your focus is improving your anatomy and drawing bodies that feel more grounded in a space, genuinely one of the best exercises for that is to draw smut.

You don't have to post it. Hell, you can burn it when you're done for all it matters. But hardly anything will give you more of an understanding of a realistic human body interacting in 3D space when you smush two or more of them together.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Can we get someeeee... Shy Chubby reader with a suave playboy knight? Perhaps she's brushed off all his advances, not thinking he was serious about it. Maybe that just spurred him on to become even more serious about it, getting him stuck thinking about her more and more!

Forge Through

[ m!gargoyle x fem!reader ]

a/n: feel free to always imagine my readers as chubby. i've been chubby my whole life and curvy or chubby are my standard body types i just don't emphasize that lol. reader isn't as shy as you expected, but she is an introvert content: nsfw, mild angst, body worship, mild praise kink, p in v, creampie, oral (female receiving)

You've been friends for quite some time. And flirting has always been part of your playful chats. Any kind of conversation would easily slip into sexy banter. How wouldn't it? You were the blacksmith's young assistant, and he was a recently knighted gargoyle. Metal and stone were in both of your blood, and you hit it off right away. Which was rather strange for you since you've always been painfully shy. But he somehow managed to loosen you up with his quirky jokes and euphemisms. Your cheeks would hurt from smiling, but luckily, the blush was basically invisible because of the constant heat inside your mentor's smithy.

"Here's my favourite blacksmith!" As soon as he enters, ostentatious as always, he removes his helmet and gauntlets and kisses you on the cheek. Ever since he was knighted, he has worn his full armour almost everywhere, even though he didn't actually need it, being made of stone and all. "Always working so hard, beautiful."

"Of course," you reply. "Someone needs to fix all the dents you get from scorned exes after you steal their girls."

"Oh, you wound me!" He slams his stone fist against his metal plate. "Those dents are from our country's enemies. I serve my lord with my whole heart... just as I would love to serve you."

You chuckle, wiping your sweaty forehead. "Serve me? Serve me what - a beer? That would be nice, actually."

Your gargoyle friend stays quiet for a minute or two, as you work. He turns away from you and removes his breastplate. His undershirt is sweaty and sticking to his muscular body. You bite your lip.

"I would, you know?" His voice resembles a wave softly crashing against pebbles. "I would serve you. If you asked me to."

You stop your hammer from hitting the anvil. Utterly confused, you look at him, expecting his broad shoulders to shake from laughter. But they are not. "What do you mean by serve?"

"Oh, you know..." He starts pacing up and down the workshop, avoiding looking at you. "To please you... take you out somewhere... woo you... make love to you..."

You're not sure you heard him correctly. It can't be. He's a notorious flirt and has been fooling around with more people than you know. He always brags about his adventures and lovers, and how 'his heart still yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'. Whatever that means. And it hurts. It hurts to hear him boast about his trysts, all while you only get titillated. "Please stop with your teasing, I'm too busy for that right now."

You are upset. Why are you upset? It's stupid, and you're not stupid. He is just playing with you, as always. And yet, with a hiss of steam, heavy tears hit the hot metal still standing on the anvil.

"Are you crying?" Your gargoyle friend is next to you, pulling you into a hug. Your face is squished against his hard chest. "No, no, no, what did I say? What did I say?"

You push yourself away, trying to stop angry tears. "That's the problem! You say too much! And don't mean it! You want to serve me? Ha, what a joke! That's what I am - a joke to you."

"What?" He runs his fingers through his long hair. "No, never. You were never a joke to me. I've always... liked you. And more than that."

"But..." You shake your head. "But weren't we just... joking around?"

He slowly cups your cheek. "I wasn't."

You recall all the times when he showed genuine affection: his little gifts, his thoughtfulness, his acts of service. Not even for a second did you think they were romantic. How can someone as handsome and popular as he is like someone as painfully antisocial as you?

"Let me show you. Let me show you how serious I am about you." He pulls you closer to him as he leans down to kiss you. And you let him. Not only that, you let him in.

You allow his mouth to cover yours, you let his arms roam around your body, undress you, caress you. His hungry mouth licks your lips and leaves bite marks all over your voluptuous body. He worships your wide hips and soft tummy, kissing them with fervour as strong as your forge. In one quick sweep of his strong arm, he clears one of your mentor's workbenches, lifts you up on it, and eats you out until you're a quivering mess, ready to fall apart in front of him.

"The only one I truly want to serve," he says from between your warm and plush thighs. "Moan for me more. I want to know what you like. Exactly what you like."

And you do. You don't stop even after you cum the first time, because he immediately flips you over and enters you from behind. He plays with your nipples as he bites your neck, and his massive cock lights up your insides.

Your strong arms barely withstand his weight as he pushes his body onto yours, rutting against your ass until he hears you climax one more time. Then he follows, releasing his load into your sore pussy.

"Do you believe me now?" he asks as he kisses your shoulder. "Do you believe I want to be your knight and servant?

You can barely talk from underneath him. "Is that... ahh... is that what you meant by 'my heart yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'?"

His cock twitches inside you. "Exactly. Took you long enough to decipher that, beautiful. The only heat, the only flame I need is yours."

[onriyuview]

warm

genre: fluff (if you squint), smut (18+, mdni)

wc: 1k

summary: soft bf!yushi headcanons, he's just the sweetest boy ever and so easy to love. he's also a tease and a little insane in bed.

cw: starts off very fluffy, established relationship, switch (sub lean)!yushi, yushi’s a giver and a tease, mentions of overstimulation, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up pls), creampie, cum eating, pet names (baby).

a/n: for all my yushi yearners, y'all are just like me fr. yushi's been on my brain for so long i don't remember life without him... he's just sooo my baby i adore him.

soft bf!yushi who loves lazing around with you in bed on his days off, either cuddling and watching something on tv or getting competitive and playing games on his switch. he would let you win in mario kart, whether intentional on his part or not.

soft bf!yushi who enjoys finding new restaurants and trying new foods with you. even if you’re skeptical, you can’t say no to when he invites you to join him. “even sakuya said this place was good, and he’s a picky eater, so now you have to go with me!”

soft bf!yushi who quietly reassures you and makes sure you never question his love for you. he’s not necessarily loud about your relationship as he likes to keep it private (but not secret), but you’d almost never have a doubt about his feelings.

soft bf!yushi who buys you matching jewelry— a subtle way to represent your relationship and remind you of his love, especially when he’s away for work.

from rings to necklaces to bracelets (adding a charm with each city he visits), he’d buy you anything you want. spoiling you is just another way he shows his appreciation for you.

soft bf!yushi who still gets shy from your kisses even half a year into your relationship. especially if they come unexpectedly, his ears are turning red before you can even blink and he’s burying his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his soft giggles.

soft bf!yushi who secretly enjoys teasing you and poking fun at you. your reactions are so cute, how could he not? he doesn’t do it often as he doesn’t want you upset with him, but when he’s in a teasing mood, you’re often the victim of it.

soft bf!yushi who’s so gentle and kind with you, both outside and inside of bedroom. he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, but he finds it really attractive when you know what you want.

outside of the bedroom, he doesn’t exactly assert much dominance in your relationship, but rather prefers you to lead. though he doesn’t mind taking over when you don’t want to think for yourself.

in the bedroom, though, he’ll let you have whatever you want. he just wants you to feel good and gets off on the idea that only he can make you feel this way.

you want to sit on his face then ride him ‘til your thighs are sore and you’re both overstimulated? you don’t have to tell him twice.

you want him to do all the work while you lay there and look pretty for him? he would never argue with that.

soft bf!yushi who whispers, “lay back for me baby, let me take care of you,” while pressing soft kisses down your body and sending shivers down your spine.

he gently eases your thighs apart with his hands and keeps them spread with his broad shoulders as he lays between your legs, kissing and nipping at the skin of your thighs.

he loves laying your legs over his shoulders before diving into your pussy like it’s his last meal, licking and savoring each swipe of his tongue across your folds.

soft bf!yushi who learns quickly from your reactions. he knows that when you tug on his hair to pull him closer that it means you like what he’s doing.

soft bf!yushi who pulls his mouth away from you before slipping two of his fingers through your weeping hole, finding the spongy part of your walls and pressing his digits against it.

soft bf!yushi who gets painfully hard from your whimpers and whines, getting dizzy from the feeling of you grinding yourself against his face and using his tongue however you like.

soft bf!yushi who’d come back up to you after making you cum around his fingers and on his tongue, leaning close like he’d kiss you, but pulling away when you lean forward too.

“hm? what is it, baby? why are you pouting?” he’d ask as you whine. “how am i supposed to know if you don’t tell me?” except he does know, he just likes to get it out of you.

soft bf!yushi who’d kiss you and make you taste yourself, only after you told him exactly what you want. his ego would swell as he watched you slowly melt from his antics.

soft bf!yushi who loses himself at the feeling of his leaking cock breaching your tight heat, throwing his head back as you squeeze around him.

he’d whimper into your neck, biting down on the skin to ground himself before you tell him to move.

your hips meet his mid-thrust as you fuck yourself on him, the stimulation proving to be too much for your sweet boyfriend as his eyes squeeze shut.

soft bf!yushi who makes you cum first, fingers hastily rubbing against your clit to coax your orgasm out of you, his hips barely faltering as he hits the right spot, causing your walls to spasm around him.

soft bf!yushi who has to kiss you as he cums inside, steadying himself with one hand as the other cups your cheek lovingly. he makes sure you can feel his love for you as he brings you both to your climaxes.

soft bf!yushi who wouldn’t tell you he wants to eat you out again after fucking you, but watching your pussy leak with both his and your arousal awakens something in him, and his mouth is on you again before either of you can register it.

your moans are too sweet for him to stop lapping it up, swiping his tongue and collecting the salty essence on his tongue before, once again, coming up to you and kissing you messily.

“now you can taste us both,” he whispers, a cheeky smirk coming across his lips as your stomach flips from such a dirty act from your usually-composed and polite boyfriend.

a/n: i kind of went crazy and blacked out writing this, especially toward the end… can you tell this was meant to only be fluffy? idk how he does it but he gives me insane whiplash and i need him carnally. 7 positions in 70 minutes. until— we’re not stopping. raw, next question.

tags: @be-my-sunrise ♡

[thenexusofsouls]

What does Jix believe in? What are his morals and values? What is leafling culture like? Do they have their own customs, habits and dances? What is Jix's favorite flower?

{i am the caretaker of souls} Yay, an ask about my sweet little baby Jix! =D Thank you! Below the cut! <3

What does Jix believe in?

Jix has a very abstract view of Earth, and of gods and goddesses. He also has nebulous ideas of the concepts of heaven and hell. But most of his belief system is rooted in nature and decidedly pagan ideas/customs/figures. So you might hear him refer to the "Green Father" or the "Earth Mother," or if someone or something dies, you might hear him say they've "gone to big forest in sky." He doesn't worship any specific gods but he does respect nature as kindof a sentient force. Because of this, he'll interpret natural things as the personality of Earth. Thunderstorms mean the Earth is upset or angry. Rain means she's sad. If he sees butterflies or brightly colored beetles, he thinks the Earth is feeling hopeful. So he interprets things he sees every day as a personality attributed to the Earth, and also relating to him, for example him doing something and then it starts thunderstorming. He might see that as a sign that he made the Earth mad. So planet Earth for him, and forests, and the environment in general, are like a Gaia spirit or "Mother Nature," as some call it.

What are his morals and values?

Jix is a very moral little dude. He believes in kindness, in being pleasant and polite, in helping others, and in doing one's part to spread positivity, especially those who are in need. If you are around him long enough, he will likely offer you some tidbit of "leafling positivity," or sing you a song, or tell you something nice about yourself to cheer you up.

I could have covered this in the previous question, but I left it for here because it deals with Jix's values and the importance he places on kindness to others. He will tell anyone who'll listen that he has one major rule that he lives by, and that he thinks most problems in the world "could be solved by simple rule of: don't be jerk." He really thinks that if everyone would just not be a jerk, just not be mean or cold for no reason, and just be kind... most bad things in the world would disappear. Now obviously, that's a very simplified and naive view of the world, but nevertheless, it is a wonderful value to have. Just be kind. Be kind. That's it. Short and simple. And Jix believes so much in it and actively tries to live every day by it.

So much so that he will give people what-for if they aren't kind. He doesn't like mean people and will tell them to their face. He'll come to the defense of someone who is being bullied or made fun of. He'll argue back if someone is pushing meanness on him or others. Don't mistake his creed of kindness for weakness or passiveness. He will sass the crap out of you if he thinks you're mean!

As for other values he has... Friendship is very important to Jix. If you're around him for any length of time, he will try to become your friend. Actively. Blatantly, heh. It's important to him because he thinks there needs to be more positivity and support in the world. So he'll try to connect with everyone he meets in some positive way.

This part of Jix's personality actually was inspired by someone I met over 20 years ago in undergraduate college. I was so bad socially, painfully shy, I have social anxiety, the whole deal, so I was between classes on campus, just sitting on a bench and trying to look like I wasn't as out of my element as I was, and this girl comes and sits right next to me and just strikes up a conversation out of nowhere. I remember she had really long hair and glasses but I unfortunately don't remember her name. Anyway, this girl said to me, "I try to take away something unique from every person I meet. So I'm not going to leave until you give me something to take away." As in, an idea, not like... a physical object. Now... admittedly, that sounds stalkerish, haha. But at the time, I didn't take it that way and it didn't come across that way. She came across as kindof a free spirit, heh, having those hippie vibes. I don't remember at all what I said to her to fulfill her requirement, but the concept of what she said stayed with me for all this time. And around the time I was creating Jix, it just sort of snuck into his personality that every person he meets, he makes a point to try to befriend and have some moment of positivity with.

What is leafling culture like? Do they have their own customs, habits and dances?

Leafling culture is very family- and community-oriented, especially early on in life, very simple, and very much into celebrating the seasons of the forest and all natural things. Unfortunately, they've learned to fear/hate humans, and there are other predatory creatures in their forests that they fear, but for the most part, they're just happy, singing, dancing, foraging, storytelling, and quaint den making little folks.

They do have habits and customs and all sorts of things! They have celebrations at the beginning of each season to say goodbye to the old one and welcome in the new. These celebrations always involving lots of food, singing, and dancing, as well as crafting. They make jewelry for themselves, little ornaments and things to hang in their dens or on bushes and things near their homes, and they even make garlands out of leaves, flowers, twigs, dried fruits, and other things they find in the forest. They make their own little lanterns by trapping lightning bugs in woven-twig containers (don't worry, they release them after a while), and they sometimes build larger statues made of twigs to mark important occasions.

They cook and bake, with puddings, pastes, and sauces usually made from fruits and nuts being some of their favorite things to make. They love to tell stories and make up songs, and their histories are entirely oral, passed down from parents to saplings in each generation. For weapons, they make mud balls out of soil and their own root secretions... and they're super accurate with them when they throw them. Don't head into a leafling-inhabited forest without making sure you're wanted there first, or you'll be pummeled by a barrage of mud balls!

Each leafling is very different, personality-wise. Just like people, they have their own likes, dislikes, fears, things that make them happy, quirks, habits, routines, and decor choices for their dens. They are as intelligent as humans, and so their personalities are just as complex and varied. Leafling dens are either made in hollows of trees or between rocks, or made out of mud using their root secretions. Inside, they may collect things that appeal to them, they may hang treasures they found or crafts they've made on the walls, they'll keep a patch of very soft soil for planting themselves to sleep overnight, and they'll otherwise decorate and maintain it as a personal living space, and a way to hide from potential predators.

Jix is one of 17 saplings his parents had. He was closest to his sister Ki-mi, before they parted ways. In leafling culture, once they are considered adults at around 7-10 years depending on the species, they're expected to branch out, no pun intended, and make lives for themselves elsewhere. This is a very exciting but also sad and scary time for the leafling, because although it's seen as a rite of passage and is seen as a very positive thing, the leafling is still leaving behind their family to start a new life alone for a while. At least, until they make new friends and have families of their own. Jix and Ki-mi left together at first, not quite ready to fully be alone. After about a year, they finally said their goodbyes. He has nothing but fond memories of Ki-mi, and hopes to one day run into her somewhere.

What is Jix's favorite flower?

The strawberry blossom... because Jix's favorite fruit is the strawberry. He loves sweet things, and berries are his favorite. He calls them "tasty littles," so strawberries to him are "strawlittles." Of his favorite fruit of berries, strawberries are his absolute favorites. So whenever he sees strawberry blossoms, he gets all excited that there might be strawberries nearby.

Thanks for sending these, they were fun to answer! =D

[falcqns]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖑

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: ceo!chris evans x assistant!reader

☼ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: you start your new job as Chris's assistant.

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: fluff, age gap, pet names (pretty girl), mentions of corruption kink

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: hope you enjoy chapter two!!

your first day as Chris's assistant went well. you had asked for a list of things that needed to be done before he arrived in the mornings, and when he arrived at 8:30, they were done, and a hot coffee was sitting on his desk. you kept to yourself the majority of the time, but Chris hoped that you would come out of your shell as time wore on.

he was wrong. by week two, you were still as quiet and demure as you were the week before, and you had said maybe 2 sentences that weren't work related. he worried that you were upset that he took you from Melissa, but a quick call from her reassured him. she told him that that's just who you are. you're shy, you keep to yourself, and you only speak when spoken to. as much as Chris's corruption kink was loving how shy you were, he wanted to know more about you.

honestly? he was hoping to find a flaw. any flaw in you that you help his feelings dissipate, but he couldn't find one. he gave up all hope today, when you walked into the office with those cursed tiktok leggings and a flowey shirt. his eyes were immediately drawn to your ass and suddenly he was cursing himself for allowing a relaxed dress code unlike most offices that demanded a suit and tie.

he had to fight with his eyes to remain on your face as you gave him some forms, but then he let his eyes wander as you walked out of his office, and walked back to your desk. Chris turned back to his own work, and tried to focus for a few hours.

around 11, you came in and announced that you were going on your lunch break and asked if he wanted anything. he gave you his order, and watched as you walked out, meeting Melissa at the end of the hallway. he continued to type away on his computer, only stopping when his phone pinged with a text from Melissa.

'please tell me you're into her, because she's definitely into you.' it read, and his heart thudded painfully in his chest. of course he was into you, he'd never denied that, at least with himself. he knew Melissa knew, despite never telling her. it didn't help that you were shy, and got nervous if you were around him too long.

despite the fact that he wanted to bend you over his desk and fuck you into oblivion, he also wanted to keep you safe and protected in bubble wrap, unable to fathom what he'd do if you got hurt. he had to keep things professional, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease you.

you walked back in an hour later, and had his food in your hands. you plopped it on his desk, and asked if he needed anything.

"nope, all good, pretty girl. why don't you finish up any loose ends you have and head home for an early night?" he asked, and he didn't miss the hitch in your voice at the pet name. you let out a small shaky 'okay' and retreated back to your desk. you sat there for a few more minutes, before you were packing your things up, and leaving the office and him with a shy wave.

suddenly, Chris was shooting out of his desk chair and running down the hallway to meet you at the elevator.

"y/n!" he said, running to catch up to you. you turned around with a smile on your face, but the look in your eyes showed your nervousness, and Chris almost pitied you. "i was just thinking, we should have each others number just in case," you nodded in agreement and pulled out your phone.

you rattled off your number, and less than a minute later, the two of you said goodbye, and you were heading into the elevator. you had barely made it out the front doors when your phone vibrated with a text from an unknown number.

"have a good night, pretty girl ☺️" it read, and your body ignited, knowing it was from Chris.

than man was going to be the death of you.

[spikesbimbo]

-Giving head for the first time

-Sakusa, Atsumu, Hirugami, Boktuo

a/n: this was inspired by me thinking about being the first person omi gives head to </3 

first post of the year!

18+ Minors DNI

-Kiyoomi Sakusa 

Again, give and take.

This isn't the first time hes seen your bare cunt, exposed to the world, him being in it and making a mess multiple times.

You assured him that he didn't have to go down on you due to his “predicament”.

 You said that just touching and kissing him was enough, and you were right, everytime leaving you soaked.

But he insisted, it internally hurting his pride of whether he could get you off, and also believing that's what a good boyfriend should do. Bless his heart 

You returned the thought, wanting to suck him off, but he declined saying maybe later.

You eventually did before him, now wanting to get you off even more because of the guilt that you've given him head but not the opposite.

-

“Yoomi'' you whined as he opened your legs, him facing you needy cunt. You've never been so shy in your life, him staring at it for what felt like forever, not moving an inch.

“Baby” you started, uncovering your eyes with your hands and moving them down to his head. “You don't have too” you softly continued, gently stroking his cheek with your fingers getting tangled in his locks. 

This isn't just his first time with you, it's his first time with anybody. Yes he was confident in everything he did, but that was because he had practiced before. And also he wanted to do good for you, worrying if he was going to be good enough even though he would never admit that outloud. 

But you already knew, making your heart flutter that he would go to such lengths for you, getting you even wetter without him touching you. 

He moves his head closer to your entrance, slowly taking your hands off his face and putting them in his hair, gently grabbing it. He started kissing around it, natural instincts coming into play, gripping your legs.

You let out a whimper as he bit the sensitive area around your thighs, he looked up to make out if that was a good or bad one, quickly seeing your head roll back with your eyes, instilling confidence in him.

“Fuck yoomi, please” You moaned shoving your greedy cunt into his face. He usually wouldn't tolerate this attitude, but seeing as he's doing this for you, he lets it slide and at last connects his lips to your swollen clit. 

He works his tongue making you let out a string of cries and whines getting him painfully hard. As much and he wanted to make himself feel good, he reminded himself that this was all for you and him now , putting all of his work into both of his hands and mouth.

He continued flicking his tongue making you arch your back, now roughly grabbing his hair, not letting him up, getting lost in your own world, feeling prideful that he could make you feel this good.

He was in his own world too right now, not even worrying about the mess he was in, even admiring it. “Fuck doll” he groaned, his face still buried deep in your cunt, your movement getting eratic, letting him know you were close.

“I-im gonna cum- yoomi… please!” You begged, feeling like you were about to tip over and the only thing keeping you stable was his touch.

“Cum for me.” he muttered, taking his lips slightly off enough to reposition them, placing them in the spot he knew you loved.

“Fuck” you cried gripping onto hair even stonger making you see white while cumming all over him, drowning him in more of a mess. 

Coming back to reality, realizing what you've done, now hiding your face again. You knew he wasn't mad at you, and he was trying his hardest not to care about being soaked in your cum.

“I love you” he commented, already proving it but reminding you in a different form.

“I know” you giggled, feeling his cock, still stunningly hard. “lemme take care of you now?” 

-Atsumu Miya

Boy is needy asf

But you're his shy little virgin gf, which he respects, even though he's been daydreaming about him in between your legs.

So one day you finally get there after kissing for what seems like hours.

He makes you look him in the eyes, making sure you're actually okay with this, and not just going along with it because you don't want him to get upset.

 He loves, and I mean loves, watching you squirm and cry out because of him.

It makes his ego rise causing him to be more cocky, shoving his face back into you like he would die if he didn't get a taste.

When you finally cum for the nth time while he's eating you out he's puts that to rest, then fingers you till you pass out, crying out his name, saying that you can't take it anymore even though you could

What a good boyfriend < 3

-

“Tsum- ahh” you moaned sitting on his lap, grinding on his erection, making your pussy wetter than you've ever got it before.

“You gonna let me take care of you?”  he kissed into your skin making you let out another whine.

“Hmm baby?” he grinned seeing you in such an already fucked out state with him barely even touching you. “Cmere doll.” he said flipping you over so that you were now on your back and he was above you.

“Dont hide that pretty face, lemme see you.” he gently said, not wanting to overstress you, wanting to put all his energy into taking care of you. “Good girl.” he praised after you shyly removed your hands, now just laying there.

“You sure u want this baby?” he asked, looking you deeply in your eyes, stroking your cheek with one of his hands. “….y-yeah” you replied, grabbing him by the shoulder dragging him in for another kiss.

“Needy little thing” he muttered, dragging his fingers across your oh so wet panties. “I should just give you my dick huh, you'd like that baby wouldn't you?” he teased dragging them off finally seeing your pretty little pussy for himself. 

“Just playing baby.” he said, moving his head down to be face to face with your cunt. “wouldn't wanna break ya.”  

“Tsumie please” you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed full, feeling his breath on you, increasing the wetness between your legs.

“There she is! My pretty girl at last opening up...You wanna tell me what you want princess?” he teased again.

“Y-you-”

“Hmm can't hear you” he said cutting you off, his lips now hovering over your clit.

“Y-our mou-th” you finally got out, feeling more embarrassed than ever to admitting what you desperately wanted. You were by no means a “good girl”. But you kept yourself closed off, not wanting a hit and run relationship, but the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different story, that he loved to pull out of you.

“Yes maam.” he uttered as he started kissing on it, it all being a foreign feeling to you, you never making yourself feel this good. 

He increased his pace going between sucking on your clit and licking it all up, leaving you a mess before his eyes, he was blessed. The fact he had someone as sweet and beautiful as you in his life made him want to worship the ground you walked on, devoting all his pleasure to you. 

He went back at it making you cum for the 3rd time, feeling pride that he got you off this easily, but not letting it get to his head, just yet.

“Ahhh!” you squealed feeling his finger suddenly inside you. “Shh relax baby” he said, to which you listened, letting him at last thrust his fingers inside of you. “Dont that feel good?”  

“Y-yeah f-fuck.” you moaned, not even trying to hold it back anymore. The pleasure of his mouth and fingers pushing you into your 4th orgasm today. 

You grabbed his wrist wanting the attention on you right now and not your throbbing cunt even though you loved the feeling and didn't want it to stop. He turned his head to see your pretty face once again, already reading your mind, locking eyes for what seems like forever, eventually smirking along with you, grabbing you back up in his arms saying “Oh were not even close to done baby.” 

  -Sachiro Hirugami

You had a bad day : (

So when you come home and immediately clinging to your boyfriend, he knows just what to do to cheer you up.

You haven't been dating for that long, only a few months, but he could tell by the way you greedily kissed him that you wanted more.

He grabs your lower back as you snuggle into him, letting you complain about your day, talking his ears off, listening as he should.

But what he starts to do, slowly sliding his hands down your shorts, making you go wide eyed then falling into his touch making you let out a few held back moans.

BUT HERE'S THE THING

He lets you rant about your day while you ride his face.

True love< 3

-

“Gamiii” you whined completely, losing focus. The tv in the background being muted in your mind, the only sense you're feeling right now is his touch.

“Hold on honey” he softly laughed repositioning you in his lap, you not being shy at all, being so needy for him with a pout adorning your face. He continued to listen about you rant about your day while kissing your neck every so often, hands gently but firmly holding onto your sides.

You stopped for a second, his hand getting extra close to your ass, did he mean it? You don't know, but what you did know was that it gave you butterflies, in your heart and pussy.

You moaned into his neck again, this time accompanied by your hips swinging back and forth, taking out your stress on your poor boyfriend, not that he minded. You could use him in any way you wanted. He just lived to please you.

“I got an idea love.” he said, taking your hand into his, playing with your fingers.

He laid down on the couch, you still in his lap, just moving you slightly with your hands now resting on his chest. He took your hand in his again pulling you towards his face, to your confusion. 

“If you wanted to kiss then we could have done it sitting.” you thought, missing the feeling in his lap. But before you could pout any longer he dragged you on even further, you mind guessing what was happening but your conscious not wanting to admit it.

You immediately got flustered, the fact that he was wanting you, to sit on his face, made your cheeks burn.

“A-are you sure” you mumbled out, feeling him grow in anticipation. “Yeah baby. If i wasn't thinking about it ever since you came home i wouldn't have”   

“Thinking… about me. Really?” you shyly confessed. “Of course love.” he said, sliding your shorts off along with your panites, wanting to taste you for so long. “All I do at work is think about you, wanting to touch you, feel you, kiss you.”

He finally got you to hover over his face, being nervous about the whole thing, wondering if he could handle your weight. But he assured you by pulling you down onto his lips, immediately sucking on your neglected clit. 

“nghh” you instantly moaned, trying to be more quiet, leaning back onto his waist, your hands supporting you there.

“No keep talking, lemme know what went wrong with your day angel.” he said putting you back onto his face.

“W-well, ahh, my bos-s made me-nggh, re-edo the who-le project… by mysel-lf” you got out, a few moans escaping here and there.

“By yourself?” he sated giving you a break. “Oh no baby.” he genuinely said, wrapping his lips around it once again. He was working magic beneath you making you feel weightless, taking the stress out of your body, making you feel oh so good.

“You're so lucky you've got a man like me huh?” he cooed, you feeling the smirk he had in between your legs. 

“Yeah,” you stated, voice shaky, not one trace of a lie being hidden. “yeah i am.”

-Kotaro Bokuto

Virgin!Bo!!! 

Baby boy is so nervous, never doing this before in his life, only using his fist and incredibly active mind.

But it's okay you’ll guide him through it, like to good gf you are.

He loves- no needs praise.

Moan out how good he's doing while grabbing his hair

That'll set something off in him, turning him into a whole different man between your legs

Making him grab and suck the life out of you, leaving tons of hickies and marks on your thighs

Good luck getting away from it once you've started it

-

“Am I doing it good?” he asked, voice muffled by your pussy, sitting on the floor between your legs as you rested on the bed.

“Yeah. fuck baby. You're doing so good, being such a good boy.” You praised not lying once. Fuck he was good. After all that time building up to this, him shying away because he was scared, not wanting to disappoint you.  

He looked up at you for approval; noticing this you let yourself go, not holding back any moans or sounds that wanted to escape your body, wanting him to know that he was doing such a good job. The bite marks, bruises and hickeys, along with your dripping wet cunt, being visible proof.

“fuck y/n” he groaned, being in distress, not knowing what to do, whether to take care of his hard cock or keep all his attention on you. 

He chose the latter, wanting to be your good boy, loving how hard you pulled his hair, and moaned his name. 

He continued making you cum another time before completely pausing himself, realizing what he'd just done.

“Hmm, what wrong baby?” you quickly said noticing his state, not caring about the pleasure anymore, just waiting to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

He didn't say anything but you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the ruffled look on his face. Your eyes scanned down until you saw what the problem was.

“Aww baby, did you cum? Because of me!? How cute.” you giggled taking him his large frame into your arms, him letting you not waiting to be seen right now. It made your heart race that he go this worked up over you, the fact that calling hi a good boy sent him over the edge.

He was so embarrassed, wanting to hide in your chest forever, hoping that this was just a dream and not real. “Ko- look at me.” you said pulling dragging him out of your chest, him missing the warm comforting feeling of your boobs.

“Don't be embarrassed, that was hot.” you said assuring him that it was in fact not something to be ashamed of but instead embrace.

“C'mere “ you said, jestering him to sit on the bed, already getting on your knees. “Lemme show you how hot that was.”

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Don't Flirt! (Jonghyun X Reader)

Whenever you went out with Jonghyun he would follow you everywhere like a lost puppy. He was super quiet, super shy, and often did whatever you wanted to. Outside he was an angel, a perfect boyfriend.

When you two were alone though, well that was a different story.

Request: you write for nu'est right? can you do a smut with jonghyun, i know he seems vanilla, but i want a daddy! dom! jonghyun where he punishes you because you purposely flirt with dongho. thank you

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1896

Author: Hyemi

Warning: not for the faint of heart or for those who don't love JR. SUPER SMUT AHEAD

Jonghyun in bed was a completely different Jonghyun than the one that everyone knew. Only you knew of his true self though, since he never showed that side of him to anyone else.

One night you and Jonghyun were hanging at Donghos place, playing video games and watching a movie. Jonghyun was upset with you over something dumb, something you couldn't even remember honestly. It was just one of those days.

As the three of you waited for your pizza to be delivered, Jonghyun was sitting on the floor in front of the television, playing a game by himself and very obviously ignoring you. 

"Jonghyun-ah, can you get me some water?" You asked as you sat on the couch next to Dongho. He completely ignored you, making Dongho smirk.

"Jonghyun. Hey," you clapped your hands to get his attention. It didn't work. Just to see what would happen, you sighed over dramatically, leaning your head on Dongho's shoulder. It felt weird to you because it wasn't Jonghyun, but you would deal. Dongho suppressed a laugh, snorting a little.

Jonghyun stayed glued to the TV.

"Sooooo... Dongho. Do you like Messi?" You asked the man beside you.

"You know Messi?" He asked, looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

"Pshaw, everyone knows Messi," you said, even though you didn't know anything about Messi. You just knew he was a soccer player and that guys liked him.

"Well yeah, but not girls," Dongho played along, catching at what you were trying to do. "Tha’ts really impressive that you know of him." You both looked at Jonghyun, who had no reaction.

"Thanks," you said continuing, "Do you play soccer? You look like you work out a lot."

"Oh I work out all the time. Feel my arms," Dongho lifted his sleeve, flexing. At this, Jonghyun looked back, eyes sharp.

"Oh wow. Oh wow," you said, squeezing his bicep. "Your skin is so soft too."

"Really?" Dongho asked. He rubbed his arm, 'accidentally' touching your hand with his. Dongho was a pretty good actor, and he blushed a little, so you followed his lead.

"There's this place I go to down the road sometimes that gives out free coffee, I should take you sometime." He said, offering you a smirk.

"Uh, no no no." Jonghyun finally intervened, standing up and sitting in between you two. "No no no no NO."

"Sure, I'd love to. You know how I love coffee," you ignored Jonghyun. He had a very innocently shocked look on his face, making it hard not to laugh.

"Stop!" Jonghyun shouted, a plea in his eyes. You felt a little bad for him, but he deserved it.

"They have the best coffee. And the most comfortable chairs." Dongho had a clear smirk on his face now, and as Jonghyun looked back at him Dongho winked at you, which Jonghyun clearly caught.

"Stop, she's mine!" Jonghyun grabbed Dongho's collar. Dongho put his arms up in defense even though he would clearly win in a fight between the two of them. 

"I'm not anyone's," you stated. You got up and headed to the bathroom, purposely swaying your hips and walking slowly to tease your man.

"You're mine," you heard Jonghyun growl behind you. You turned around as Dongho’s phone rang, signalling the pizza was here, probably at the lobby of the building.

"Uh, I'm gonna go get that. Don't kill eachother while I'm gone." He got up and left the apartment.

You watched as Jonghyun slowly walked to the front door, locking Dongho out with a sharp click of the dead bolt. He turned around slowly, looking angry. He slowly smirked before barking out a low order.

"Room. Now."

Your face paled. You knew exactly what he was going to do to you. Your heart started beating quickly at the thought.

You obliged, heading for the spare room of Dongho's place. He quickly caught up behind you and as he followed you into the room, slamming the door behind him, he grabbed your arms and spun you around.

"We need to have a talk," he said sternly, a fire in his eyes.

"About what?" You feigned innocence. His grip on you was like iron, and you could already feel warmth radiating off him from being so close. In this moment you knew you needed him.

"You know about what," he smirked, leaning in close, his lips hovering over your own. "You've been a bad girl, Y/N."

He pushed you back roughly until the back of your legs hit the end of the bed, and again until you sat down. He hovered above you, your heart pounding, your body aching for him. 

"Do you want me?" He whispered seductively, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded shakily, "Yes," you said.

He lessened his grip on you, slowly taking his belt off of his pants. "Or do you want Dongho?"

You gulped.

"I want you." You told him. He threw his belt to the side, hitting the wall with it and creating a loud sound.

"Prove it," he growled. He pushed you back and crawled on top of you, easily trapping you beneath him. He didn't give you an opportunity to prove it, though, as he rubbed his bulge against you, making you moan.

"Say my name," he demanded.

"J-Jonghyun-" you started, but he interrupted you with a quick and painful thrust, rubbing you too hard through your clothes to handle. You wanted him so bad, and you knew you weren't gonna get him any time soon.

"Louder." he commanded.

"Jonghyun," you moaned. He traced one of his fingers down your jaw slowly, raising goosebumps. His finger trailed down your neck, down your torso, pausing slightly in-between your breasts, and then continuing down. He expertly slipped his hand into your panties, rubbing slow, burning circles around.

"Say it again." He pressed down on your clit, sending a huge shock through you, making you gasp in the harsh sensation.

"Jonghyun," you moaned as loud as you could.

"Good job baby girl," he whispered slowly. He trailed the tip of his tongue around behind your ear, nibbling on the end. "You're so wet for me. So fucking wet," he moaned against your skin, nibbling on your skin and sucking on the spot just below your jaw where he knew you liked. He sucked until it hurt, rubbing you until you started to shake uncontrollably.

"Jonghyun, I'm gonna come-" you warned him, which you shouldn't have. He immediately stopped rubbing you, bringing his finger to his lips, leaving you shivering in confusion. He sucked on his finger, playing around with it, making you wait.

"You taste so good baby," he cooed. He pressed his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You hummed against his mouth, both in disappointment and pleasure. You felt his hand slide back down, slowly but surely, rubbing you slower this time.

"Jonghyun-ah," you whined into the kiss. You wiggled underneath his weight, trying to get him to rub you harder or to rub him back, whichever worked best, but he had you pinned too tightly and you couldn't manage to do either. Jonghyun uttered a low, deep laugh, making you pout.

"Please," you begged, making him laugh again.

"If you beg harder... Maybe I'll think about it." He murmured against your lips.

"Fuck Jonghyun, please please please. I need you, I need you now. Please." You whined with no shame. Your skin was itching, your insides burning for him. He was driving you utterly crazy. If he didn't put his dick in you now you didn't know what you were going to do. Maybe die. Maybe that’s too dramatic, but it sure felt that way. Your insides were churning with pleasure that ebbed to and fro, from an almost high to a painful low in minutes.

"Do you love me baby?" He smirked.

"Yes! Give me your dick now!" You pleaded, raising your hips up as hard as you could against his hand.

"Mmmm," he hummed, amused by the control he had over you. "So impatient." He lessened his tight hold on you and you immediately went to work. Your hands shot down straight to his pants, pulling them down only enough for his hard member to stick out. He stayed still as you pulled your own pants down enough to give room for movement and then took his cock in your hands.

He moaned as you quickly guided him into you, immediately thrusting up as hard as you could. He allowed you to grind yourself against him for a few seconds before he took control again.

"Slow down baby," he nodded his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you softly. 'Oh come on,' you thought, 'Now was not the time to be cute and lovey dovey.'

You whined as he slowed it down, pumping himself in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. Your heart was beating erratically and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack any minute. He nibbled at your skin, humming contentedly. How was he not dying?!

"Mmm. I love you so much," he mumbled into your skin.

"If you really love me then you'll make me come," you whined, pulling at his hair in frustration. He laughed, and the son of a bitch slowed his pace even more. You could count the seconds it took for him to slide in to you, just hitting your spot before slowly sliding out, his body shaking a little more each time. You knew this was killing him just as much as it was killing you; he just wasn't showing it.

"Jonghyun-ah..." You moaned loudly, trying to get him to go faster, harder, anything but this excruciating experience. "Give it to me." You tried to control your voice, making it as soft as possible because you knew it would phase him. He was shaking with the effort, and you knew he was gonna give in at some point.

He sighed, panting, and after you jolted your hips up again, he groaned, unable to keep his torture up. He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out as hard as he could, making you moan his name until you finally came. Despite all the torture he put you through, this was the best orgasm you had ever had, almost making it worth all the pain. Jonghyun came inside of you almost immediately after, filling you with his warmth before coming out of you and laying beside you.

The two of you lay there side by side, panting, hearts beating in sync. Jonghyun reached over and took your hand in his, holding it tightly before raising it to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. You smiled over at him and he grinned back.

"Dongho's gonna be so mad." You said, making both of you giggle.

-Hyemi