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daughterof-aphrodit · 1 month ago

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ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 -𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧

Jay, he's a great daddy, he'll do anything to see his girl happy. He'll spoil her so much, to the point of making her naughty. But he knows very well how to put her in her place again. With just a few spanks, you'll be behaving again.

“Come on, my love… You know that if you forget the number I'll be forced to start over…” - he says, caressing your head.

You're lying on his lap, with your little butt facing up. Your flesh is already marked by the palm of his hand. And you've already lost count of how many spanks you've received…

“T-twelve, that was twelve…” You answer him with a shaky voice.

“Tsk…, wrong again, little girl. I think someone isn't trying hard enough here…” - As he finishes the sentence, he slaps you especially hard.

It was the second time you'd forgotten the spank count, and Jay was starting to get frustrated. And you were getting more and more excited, you could feel your pussy getting wet, begging for attention.

When Jay slapped your wet area, you could only moan with pleasure, and you were afraid that if you slapped it again and again, you would cum without his permission.

Sunoo, he would be more than happy to be your personal toy. He lives to please you. So you want him naked waiting for you in bed? He will be there. Do you want him to use a vibrator in public? He will.

He will try his best not to cum in public and make things worse, but poor boy, he won't be able to hold back. In a few minutes he will be whispering breathlessly in your ear, begging for mercy.

"Baby… I can feel another orgasm coming on, please let's go home, hmm? What do you think?" He asks you with those beautiful eyes.

When you get home, you put him on your lap, and spread kisses all over the boy's body, but leaving him frustrated for not being touched as he wanted. But Sunoo is too shy to ask you to touch his cock. So he waits for your good will to touch his needy cock.

Jake, he loves being tied up by you. And he loves it even more when you ride him doing it. It's actually a love-hate feeling.

The way your breasts move while you ride him is something magnificent. Jake loves seeing this scene in front of him. He almost drools at the sight in front of him. And not being able to touch six beautiful breasts makes him extremely frustrated. But it's such a good feeling, he can't explain it. But if you want to finish the boy off. Put a blindfold on his eyes, and you'll see his desperation.

"Baby… I beg you, please take this crap off my eyes. I need to see you…" - It was already the third time in less than ten minutes that he asked you.

You just laugh at his desperation, and lean towards his ear to whisper.

"I told you to behave earlier today…."

Poor Jake.

Niki, one day you told him that you liked to feel pain. And that triggered several impure thoughts in him. Several scenarios where he uses you and your body. Scenarios where you find yourself all marked.

So he made an unusual purchase, which became one of your favorite toys. Nipple clamps. God, only he knows how hot you look wearing them.

The first time he put one of the clamps on your nipple, you let out such an obscene sound that Niki became addicted to it. He loves the way they make you more sensitive and excited, and from that moment on, it became a habit of his to fuck you while you wear the clamps.

“Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you look with them, baby….” - He says as he touches your chest, to move the clamp, an action that causes a loud moan from you.

You haven’t even done anything, but he’s already hard just from seeing your nipples clamped.

Sunghoon, he loves denying your orgasms. He loves the frustrated expression you make every time he takes the vibrator away from your sensitive spot. He loves the way you whimper at him. And he also doesn't miss the small tears of frustration forming in your eyes after your fourth denied orgasm.

And that's how you find yourself at the moment.

You're tied up, wearing beautiful lingerie, and with a vibrator on your clitoris.

The vibration is spectacular and causes a feeling of euphoria throughout your body as your orgasm approaches. But the euphoria soon ends when Sunghoon takes the toy away from you.

"Don't make that face, baby…." - he says, caressing your cheeks, caressing them.

"P-please…. - you say.

"Please, what?"

“L-let me cum, sir…I promise I’ll be good…”

Her sweet request draws a sadistic smile from Sunghoon.

It looks like the night is going to be long…

Heeseung, maybe he's a little obsessed with the idea of overstimulation. How he loves to see your legs shaking after your third orgasm. And how your soft skin is now covered in sweat, the beautiful sounds you make when he buries his cock in you again.

He wants to fuck you in every possible position, and he needs you to cum in every one of them. And for that he uses all the toys he can.

He asks you to hold the vibrator on your clit while he fucks you mercilessly. He wants to use a paddle on you to make your body more sensitive, before fucking you. He'll tie you up and eat you out. Hee Seung is very creative when it comes to ways to make you cum.

"Come on baby, I know you can give me one more…" - He says as one hand pulls your hair and the other rests on your waist to help with the thrusts.

"I don't know i-if I can" - Your voice is muffled by the pillow.

You are still on all fours, as Heeseung keeps you in that position, as your legs have already given way a few times. And you have already lost count of how many times you have come. At this moment your mind cannot think….

Jungwon, this hottie is in love with your body. And he can't keep his hands off it. It's like a magnet attracts him to you.

And he's so sensitive to you. Any slightly provocative act you do makes him hard. Poor boy.

When you go to sleep at night, and you accidentally touch your ass against his dick, he's hard in no time. If you whisper something dirty to him in public, he gets hard.

And you love taking advantage of him for this, doing things that you know will drive him crazy. A good example of this is: 7 days without being able to touch you.

Jungwon had been a brat the last few days, and you didn't know what to do with him anymore. So you decided to play dirty and get to his weak spot, you.

Today it's been 3 days since he's been able to touch you, and he feels like he's going to go crazy. On the first day, he got on his knees and begged you for forgiveness, he said he would behave. On the second day he had an erotic dream about you sitting on his face, and he woke up with his pants tight. And today you decided to be naughty.

You are lying in bed touching yourself, while your lover is only allowed to watch. He is gagged and tied beautifully to a chair.

You've been in this situation for a few minutes and Jungwon is already in total despair. He tries to ask for forgiveness and mercy from you, but the panties in his mouth don't let him speak properly.

Poor boy, it's going to be a long night.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enha x reader #enhypen #jungwon smut #heeseung smut #niki smut #sunoo smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #jake smut #enhypen headcanons

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daughterof-aphrodit · 1 month ago

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𝕊𝕖𝕩 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕜 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕤

Sieun x Reader , Suho x Reader , Seongje x Reader , Juntae x Reader , Beakjin x Reader

Sieun, this guy is sex-starved. Okay, maybe it doesn't seem like it, but you know your boyfriend well.

Another point related to this is: he simply doesn't know how to verbalize that he wants to have sex with you. We know that Sieun is a man of few words, so we know that he won't ask you directly. But he will give you THAT LOOK, you know the look I'm talking about. That bright look of his, with the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen.

When Sieun looks at you like that, you almost fall to your knees to fulfill his wishes.

This man LOVES to eat you out, seriously, he loves doing it.

The first time you had sex, he didn't have enough courage to ask you to do it. But after you had sex the first time, he read about how to make a woman cum with his mouth, he learned how to use his fingers well. And after some studying, he fucked you for the first time. And my god, it was good. This guy seemed to be in heaven between your legs. He eats you out with great skill, but with affection.

After that, he became addicted to having his head between your legs.

Suho, sex with him is something very spontaneous and at the same time fun. You know how funny your boyfriend is, and this is reflected a little in the intimate moments between the two of you. HE IS VERY PROVOCATIVE. He likes to say things like:

“Wow, my love, I fucked you yesterday, and you’re already desperate for my cock again.”

He likes the idea of fucking you in front of a mirror so he can see your expressions well. So imagine, the two of you having sex in front of the big mirror in your house, he makes you lean on the bathroom counter, while he fucks you from behind and pulls your hair, with that provocative smile on his face.

SeongJe, this man is intense. That's the best word to describe him. Everything with you two is intense. The sex, the kisses, the fights, everything.

This guy fucks you mercilessly, and you like it of course. He's the type who loves to give you a good spanking, and makes you beg to fuck you. "What do you want, huh? Tell me."

After some discussion between the two of you - for the same reason as always - he stops fighting for nothing. As a good apology, he lays you down on his bed, and fucks you looking into your eyes. He tries to be romantic sometimes. Distributing kisses on your neck while fucking you.

Juntae, he's so sweet to you. Inside and outside of your sex. He's the type of guy who focuses so much on your pleasure. And even though it's not your first time, he still blushes when he sees you naked.

He loves it when you mount him, and use him for your own pleasure. He likes the feeling of being useful to you. He also loves it when you compliment him. Please do this, he's been so good to you.

Give him a gift of kisses and slow sex after he gets a good grade on some random test. He'll love it.

BeakJin, he may be cold to others, but he is completely different with you, his baby. This man would protect you with his life, and he makes that very clear to everyone.

Having sex with him is something slow - but firm - romantic, something super intimate. You feel like a queen the way he treats you.

Sometimes he can be a little more intense, but strict, more cruel. The stress of work affects your sex. And sometimes he just needs to fuck you stupid to feel relief. He will make you cum so many times, he will want to hear you scream his name.

#weak hero class two #weak hero class smut #weak hero x reader #weak hero imagines #yeon sieun #ahn suho #weak hero class 1

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daughterof-aphrodit · 1 month ago

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ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 - Optional Bias

Summary: "Your fiancé has learned an interesting custom from your people and is more than willing to follow it. Warnings: Smut ....

The light of the stars illuminates the room where you are. The soft summer breeze passes through the large windows of the room and moves your hair. The night birds sing happily, as if they know that this is a special day for their people and country. The kingdom is celebrating, two countries united to celebrate love and politics. The country of your fiancé - now husband - is a cold and snowy place, with beautiful landscapes and cultural customs different from yours. For them, marriage was a very important rite of passage that a man had to go through before he turned 35. Because in marriage, a man matures and learns the value of life. And now your husband is ready to accept his responsibilities as heir.

In your culture, marriage was seen as something new, a rite for a life together, and not always so mature. Because love guides couples, and love is not always rational. And you had no age limit, because love comes at different ages, and at random moments in life. And some of you have been married more than once in your life, because when love ends, you are free to be happy with someone else. And marriage in your culture is celebrated in three parties: one for the groom's entrance into the wife's family, the second for the bride's entrance into the husband's family, and the last to celebrate the union of the couple.

Different cultures, similar political goals.

Your mother had met your fiancé's mother on a trip many years ago to a country in the East. They liked each other and kept in touch sometimes. In one of the letters they exchanged across the lagoon years ago, your mother-in-law mentioned how she wanted her son to get married before he was 30 and that she was looking for brides for him, but that he rejected them all. Your mother, as a good friend, said that she had an unmarried daughter of a similar age to his. And so your first meeting was scheduled.

Without much choice, you traveled to your husband's country and had dinner with him. The dinner was silent, he didn't say much during the meeting, as if he had been forced to be there too, but at no time was he rude to you.

Your dinner was in a moonlit hall, something typical of his culture. The food was hot to help your bodies warm up from the cold. The drink that accompanied the food was bitter and tasty.

After dinner, the two of you were sent to the palace garden. There you saw one of the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen. With purple and white petals, a type of flower that only grows in cold places, and in the presence of moonlight. It was a quick walk around the place. You wondered why you had gone to see flowers and plants, but you didn't worry too much since it seemed like something cultural in his culture.

Two months later, your wedding was announced. You were surprised by the news, since the prince didn't seem to have enjoyed your evening very much. And you, afraid of disappointing your parents and harming your country, also accepted the marriage union.

Your wedding ceremony was in your country, with your customs, and that made you very happy, because getting married on foreign soil was not what you expected for your wedding. The feeling of joy from your parents and close family friends made you happy. Without a doubt, the ceremony was beautiful, full of tropical flowers, fruits, lots of joy and emotion.

The path to the altar was full of your favorite flowers, and a good part of the wedding food was your favorites, the day seemed like it was for you. This comforted your heart, because you were anxious about marrying a stranger. He wasn't unpleasant or ugly-looking, he was just strange.

Your fiancé's family seemed to have enjoyed the ceremony a lot, since they were smiling the whole time.

There was a special moment at your wedding that was an idea offered by your fiancé's family, which was your mother-in-law, dancing a song with you. Because in their culture, the woman was the strong and mature center of marriage, and now you were united by that. It was a peaceful and fun dance, you could feel your fiancé's intense gaze on you as you danced.

At this moment you were sitting in front of a large mirror, with gold and silver details and cultural designs. While your “Saysa” was getting you ready for the night that should be one of the most special of your life. Saysa is the name given in your culture to the woman who keeps you company and helps you in important moments, like this one. The night of the consummation of your marriage.

You take a deep breath for the tenth time, while your Saysa brushes your hair, because you need to be impeccable for when your fiancé enters the room. You are wearing a short, lacy dress with hearts embroidered all over the fabric. The outfit is not intended to cover or hide almost anything on your body. The purpose of the outfit was to be beautiful and attractive. In addition, your people have the custom of mixing a mixture of fruits and aphrodisiacs to make a type of cream that is spread over a large part of your body. The aroma is sweet and intoxicating. Everything is designed to help the couple on the night of consummation.

In your case, it's just to make things more awkward, since there will be no consummation. Your fiancé's family and yours understand that nothing will happen tonight, so your fiancé will spend some time with you in the bedroom and leave in the middle of the night. The clothes and the cream are just standard procedure, and to avoid gossip throughout the palace.

Once everything is ready, your Saysa leaves the room, wishes you “good luck” and leaves the room smiling. You are sitting on your knees on the bed, as is customary in your culture. You are so nervous that you forget to get out of the position before your husband enters the room.

As soon as his entrance was announced by some palace employee, he was already inside your room. The light in the room was not very good, so he walks around the place looking for you. What he never thought was that he would see you in the position you were in. Sitting, waiting for him.

The man cannot find words to describe how radiant you are, and the effect that this has on him. Soon your scent floods his entire sense of smell and you become even more attractive in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak several times but nothing comes out. You have left him speechless.

You look at your husband nervously, because you do not know what to do now. You don't know if you should get up and take a shower to get the aphrodisiac smell off you and change your clothes, if you should cover yourself up and try to sleep like that. If you should try to talk to him. You're desperately thinking about your next move, when he speaks;

“You look beautiful…” - He looks away as soon as he speaks, as if he had told you a secret.

“Thank you, my Saysa was excited to get me ready today”

“I...” - he starts to speak but the words die in his throat.

You look at your husband curiously, to know what he has to say, anything is better than silence.

“They told me about a tradition from your country today at our party…”

His face becomes embarrassed as soon as the words leave your mouth, as if he was imagining something. And you wonder what they told him. Your people have many customs related to weddings, which one did he learn?

“Which one did you know?” - you ask excitedly.

As you ask excitedly your body moves, and so you show more of your body to the boy who is a few meters away from you.

The boy's mind goes into a kind of trance when he sees you like this, as if he were being hypnotized by you. It's a unique feeling. He doesn't know what they did to you, but it's killing him. All he can think about is the heat that's rising throughout his body, and how he wants to touch you now. So he gathers all the courage within himself to answer your question.

"That for a woman to have a happy marriage, she must have at least one orgasm on the night of the wedding party..." - The words come out slowly and torturously from the man's mouth.

The words go straight to his core. As if he recognizes the word orgasm. Your body tenses at the statement, and you rub your legs against each other and lower your head.

So many customs about marriage and they told him this one all of a sudden?

The seconds seem like hours as you stare at each other without saying a single word. You just stare deeply into each other's eyes, as if you were trying to get into each other's minds.

You try your best to answer the boy in front of you. But your mind is so turbulent that it's as if the words won't come out of your mouth.

"W-who told you about this…?"

"Your Saysa."

So that was the reason for her visible happiness - you think to yourself.

"You d-don't need to worry about that…" - you look away from him.

"But I'm worried, because I want you to be very happy" - he says, slowly approaching your body. - "Because of that, you're going to cum countless times tonight…"

His warm and eager body slowly approaches yours. The man in front of you is thinking about all the possible ways to make you cum, his primitive instinct begs you to end the night dizzy after so many orgasms. He wants to make you the happiest woman in the world.

You watch your fiancé's every move carefully, the moonlight that enters the room illuminates his face, and makes the situation more attractive. In seconds his body is sitting in front of you on the edge of the bed, he looks at you intensely, but says nothing. All he does is admire you.

His intense gaze sends shivers all over your skin, which yearns for any touch that comes from him. And even without his touch, your body sends stimuli to all your sensitive parts, which results in a slight movement in your thighs, a failed attempt to seek relief.

Your action does not go unnoticed by the attentive gaze of your fiancé, who follows the movement of your legs. But as the beautiful provocateur that he is, he doesn't miss an opportunity to tease you.

- Is your scent having an effect on you too?

He whispers the words in your ear, with that beautiful husky voice. And then he continues.

- Your body seems to be loving all this waiting, can you confirm for me if it's true?

He knows it's a lie, he knows you're at his mercy, and you're desperate for any touch.

“It’s not true…” - you whisper.

His first touch on your skin is sweet and loving, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

His hand rests on your ankle and caresses it gently. And little by little his large hand moves up the length of your leg, until it reaches your thigh. On your thigh, his hand makes small movements, and all the while, his gaze is fixed on yours. Analyzing all your reactions.

His hand enters the inner part of your thigh, and at this moment your breathing is already irregular.

You instinctively open your leg for him, in a desperate action for more friction. In this way, his hand comes dangerously close to your core. A part of your body that is already completely needy.

His fingers lightly brush your pussy, and in this action you have to hold on to his shoulder, because you need to support yourself on something. Your fiancé sees this act as an incentive to continue his actions.

And then his fingers slowly start working on you, and even with your panties on, the sensation leaves you incredibly satisfied. His movements are continuous and precise, and in a few seconds you become a moaning mess. Your hands grip his shoulder, and your eyes close instinctively at the sensation of stimulation. Wanting to make things worse, his other hand finds one of your nipples and squeezes it. The new sensation sends a shiver through your body, and a loud sound escapes your mouth. His fingers play with your sensitive nipple, and this contributes to your future orgasm. Meanwhile, his other hand works mercilessly on your clitoris. The combination of movements is driving you crazy, you barely remember how to breathe, all you know is moaning and whimpering. Your fiancé seems to love your current state, because a wide smile is plastered on his face. As if this were a dream come true. Ruining you.

A warm sensation spreads throughout your body, blurring your vision. You were having your first orgasm of the night. The person responsible for your ruin was aware of what was happening, and he didn't allow himself to slow down his own movements; in fact, his movements seemed faster now. The feeling of overstimulation took over your body. The pleasure seemed to have doubled, and his agile fingers on your clitoris only made things worse. You instinctively tried to close your legs with the excessive stimulation. But your fiancé prevented such action. The hand that was previously mistreating your nipple, now firmly holds one of your legs, preventing your movements. Your head is thrown back by the stimulation, and you scratch your husband's shoulder. And your screams of pleasure echo throughout the room. If someone were to pass by right now, they would be able to hear your moans and pleas for pleasure.

"It's t-too much..." - you try to say, but the rest of the sentence dies on your lips. Right after your failed attempt to warn him, that thunderous sensation passes through your body, and gives you goosebumps all over, this time your eyes roll back with the intense sensation, and your legs tremble during your high, and so came the second orgasm of the night.

He decides to have a little mercy on you and stops moving. And now he spreads kisses all over your face. Your body is very heavy, so you lean on him and let him take care of you. Your breathing is still irregular, and your legs still tremble a little, and you can feel how sensitive your core is.

Noticing your tiredness, he lays you down on the big bed and leaves a few kisses on your neck, hot and thirsty kisses, kisses that indicated that the night was beginning.

“I think we ruined your beautiful panties, princess,” he whispers to you.

You didn't even remember you were wearing panties, because the sensation was so surreal wearing them, that now you wonder what it will be like without them. What will he do to me now? You wonder. Even though you were recovering from two intense orgasms, you are anxious to know what comes next.

His body rises from the bed, and his hands go towards his own shirt, he is taking off the piece of cloth.

“Forgive me princess, but I am a little hot. Do you mind?”

The question had been in vain, because even without your permission he continued to take off his clothes. Putting on a private show for you. Your fiancé's body was breathtaking, his tanned skin, the small moles on his body, and the visible erection in his underwear, were taking your breath away.

After taking off almost all the pieces of his body, leaving only the underwear he was wearing. He stops next to your bed and looks intensely at you and your current state. For a few seconds you feel embarrassed, and make a move to try to cover yourself, and get rid of your exposure.

Immediately your fiancé disapproves of your action, and shakes his head in disapproval. He slowly approaches you, and leans in so that he can see you, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. He gives you a sharp look, showing his disgust with your action of covering yourself.

His lips slowly approach yours, and when you expect him to kiss you, as you have been wanting all night. He leans his neck towards yours and places soft kisses there. The sensation makes you turn your neck to give him more space to play with your skin. This generates a small laugh from the man.

“Does my princess allow me to fuck her now?” His words send a shiver through your body, and his gaze is fixed on yours, capturing all your reactions.

You nod, giving him permission to fuck you. But your answer doesn’t seem enough for him, since he casts a sharp look in your direction.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please…”

That was the push the man in front of you needed to fall apart. In seconds he lays you down properly on the bed, and moves away from you to take off his underwear. He slowly slides the piece off his body, while looking at you. He was giving you a little private show. And your fiancé really was perfect from head to toe. When he finished taking off his little outfit. You tried to avoid staring shamelessly at his cock. But it was a difficult task. His cock looked wonderful. You wanted it in your mouth.

He walked towards you and climbed on top of you on the large bed, your hands instinctively went to his back, when he started kissing your neck again. You could feel his cock against you, as you kissed, as he left marks on your neck, while his mouth played with one of your nipples. And there he was, torturing you normally, waiting for you to start begging to be fucked by him.

You couldn't take another five minutes of teasing until you started begging for him.

"Fuck me..." You say so quietly as if it were a confession.

"Louder" - His voice comes out a little muffled, because his mouth is on your nipple, but you can hear the intention of his demand.

'Fuck me, please'

That's what he wanted to hear.

He prepares to sink into you as best he can, and when he does, the sensation sends shivers down both of your spines. You throw your head back onto the pillows behind you at his first thrust inside you. The sensation is so good that you scratch your partner's back. He lets out a small grunt in response.

His movements gradually speed up, and to enhance his movements, one of his hands holds your waist, to make his thrusts more precise. You're so lost in the pleasure that you don't even realize your eyes are closed. When you open your eyes, the scene before you makes you even more excited.

Your fiancé has a frown on his face, and some of his hair is stuck to his forehead due to sweat. His mouth is slightly open, and his sinful moans come out of his mouth. The scene makes your pussy tighten around his cock, and this causes him to give a small cry of pleasure.

This could only be something divine, because the feeling is like being in heaven. You lose yourself in the sensation of pleasure that your husband is offering you.

Meanwhile, the guy on top of you still can't believe that this is happening, it all seemed like a dream.

Because since your first meeting, you had flooded the poor guy's mind. As if you had made his mind your home. And you had no mercy, because you made him dream about you several times, and dream about your touch, dream about your smile.

And here he is, fucking you wonderfully well. His wife.

How he loves that phrase: My wife.

Only his to take care of, love, ruin and fuck.

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daughterof-aphrodit · 1 month ago

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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 - Yeon Sieun

It wasn't like he didn’t want to have sex with you…

He just hadn’t found the right moment yet. Sieun liked to plan everything carefully — and you knew that very well. Still, with each passing day, your anticipation only grew stronger.

The two of you were complete opposites, and maybe that’s exactly what brought you together. Sieun loved listening to you talk about your day, and you loved telling him. It was simple, but full of affection.

You’d been dating for eleven months, and hadn’t had sex. You knew a healthy relationship was about more than just sex. But — thankfully — you also had a strong desire for him. And even though Sieun didn’t always show his feelings easily, you knew he wanted you too. Maybe more than he even realized.

You had always felt that desire simmering quietly, but were willing to wait for the right time. Until one ordinary day, everything changed.

You were in his room, rummaging through his notebooks looking for anything that might help you study for your math exam. But you found something much more… interesting.

“Erogenous zones in women”

A list written entirely in Sieun’s handwriting, filled with detailed notes about sensitive areas on a woman’s body.

God. There was nothing nerdier — and somehow sexier — than that. And of course, it was such a Sieun thing to do.

You started reading every line, every note, and your imagination drifted.

Not far. Actually, just a few steps — to the bed behind you. Where you pictured Sieun touching every one of those zones with quiet, curious precision.

From that moment on, something inside you shifted. The anticipation, the pent-up desire, the tenderness built over months — it all mixed together, heavy and undeniable.

…...

The kiss that night was different. Hotter. Hungrier.

Actually, you were different.

That morning, you’d woken up with Sieun wrapped around you, his body pressed against yours in a way that felt far more intentional than accidental. And since then, you couldn’t get the feeling of his warmth out of your mind.

Now, you were in his lap, your legs around his waist, kissing him like it was the only thing you’d ever wanted to do.

It started slow, but quickly turned intense. Your tongue met his with a deliberate rhythm, your teeth grazing just enough to make him shiver. Every soft moan that escaped your lips pushed him further out of his comfort zone.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling with just the right amount of pressure, while your hips moved slowly against him — just enough for him to feel it. Just enough to tease.

Sieun was panting between kisses, clearly overwhelmed. He’d never seen you like this. And the poor boy looked… lost.

— Did something happen? — he asked breathlessly, voice low and rough, his wide eyes locked onto yours.

You smirked, lips brushing his again, your voice a sultry whisper in his ear.

— I had a dream about you… — you murmured. — I dreamt I was sitting on your face… and then on your cock.

His eyes widened in pure shock. He’d never heard anything so filthy come out of your mouth. Probably hadn’t heard it from anyone. This wasn’t in any of the books he read.

But then, after a pause, he looked at you — cheeks flushed, eyes burning — and said:

— Let’s do it.

You stared back, surprised. You hadn’t expected those words.

So you kissed him again, harder this time. More deliberate. One hand slid around his neck, the other gripping his waist as you pressed your body into his, telling him everything you needed without a single word.

And Sieun surrendered. Entirely.

Ready to follow your touch, your voice — whatever you wanted from him.

#weak hero class 1 #weak hero class two #weak hero x reader #weak hero smut #yeon sieun #yeon sieun smut #weak hero imagines #weak hero class smut

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daughterof-aphrodit · 5 months ago

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rivals with benefits (k.yh)

academic rival!younghoon x f!reader

genre: smut (not proofread!) mdni!

wc: 2.3k

tags: tension tension until he snaps, teasing but damn he's impatient, lots of kissing, pussy eating (omg) begging if u rly squint (he doesnt ask more than once), hes crazy over u

the final debate round had been brutal.

not because you were losing - oh, hell no. you and younghoon had been at each other’s throats for years, and today had been no different. the tension between you had crackled like a live wire, every rebuttal sharp, every counterattack laced with a smug smirk or a pointed glare.

he’d leaned against his podium with that infuriating confidence, lips curling into a smirk every time he landed a particularly vicious point. and you had met him word for word, glare for glare, voice steady even as your pulse pounded.

you were used to this. the back-and-forth, the barely-veiled insults, the way his eyes darkened every time you outmaneuvered him.

what you weren’t used to was the way your body reacted when he did it.

the way your breath hitched when he leaned in just a little too close. the way your stomach clenched when his tongue darted out to wet his lips, slow and deliberate. the way his voice - low, smooth, and entirely too cocky - sent something shivering down your spine when he said your name.

and he knew it.

that was the worst part.

because younghoon played dirty — not just in debate, but in this thing between you, this unspoken battle that neither of you dared to name.

and tonight, apparently, he wasn’t done playing.

a soft knock at your door jolted you from your half-sleep.

your brows furrowed as you sat up in bed, pulse already kicking up. who the hell is knocking at this hour? you checked the clock. 2:47am.

another knock. quieter this time. more insistent. desperate.

you hesitated, but something in you already knew.

your feet barely made a sound against the plush carpet as you padded toward the door, heart pounding as your fingers wrapped around the handle.

you cracked it open. and there he was.

kim younghoon.

still dressed from earlier, though his blazer was missing, his white dress shirt slightly undone at the collar. his dark hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. and his eyes - sharp, intense - were locked on yours, the usual smugness absent.

no words. just tension. thick. overwhelming.

you noticed the way his eyes drifted around your body, where you were dressed in your pyjamas. he noticed the way they hugged your figure. and he fucking loved it.

'you swallowed hard. 'what the hell are you doing here?'

younghoon exhaled, running a hand through his hair, as if even he wasn’t sure what had brought him here. but then his jaw clenched, and he muttered, 'fuck it.'

then, he was inside.

his hands found your waist, pushing you back into the dimly lit hotel room as he kicked the door shut behind him. you barely had time to react before he had you pressed against the wall, his body close, too close, his breath fanning against your cheek.

'this,' he muttered, voice lower now, rougher. 'you drive me fucking crazy.'

your breath hitched.

younghoon's hands tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sleep shorts. his chest rose and fell unevenly, like he was fighting himself - fighting this - even now.

you let out a shaky breath, your own hands lifting, hesitating for only a second before curling into the front of his dress shirt. 'then why are you here?'

his eyes flicked to your lips. back up.

'because i can’t stop thinking about you,' he muttered, almost like it pained him to admit it. 'all day, all the fucking time. and today-” His breath was uneven, his fingers tightening on you. 'i couldn't take it anymore.'

the room felt too hot.

your heart slammed against your ribs as younghoon leaned in, his nose brushing yours, teasing, testing. his lips hovered just above yours, so fucking close, but still, he waited.

you could feel it. the restraint, the last shred of control he was barely hanging onto.

if you told him to stop, he would. but you didn't.

instead, your grip on his shirt tightened, and that was all he needed.

the kiss started soft. but younghoon is impatient. very impatient. and eventually, it grew. weeks, no, months of tension snapping like a rubber band, sharp and desperate. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body solid and warm. he kissed you like he was making up for lost time, like he was claiming something that had been his all along.

a small, breathless sound escaped you, and younghoon groaned, deep in his throat, like he’d been waiting to hear that. his hands moved up, skimming your ribs, pushing beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers pressing into bare skin.

'you're so goddamn frustrating,' he muttered against your lips, voice ragged, punctuated by another bruising kiss. 'always challenging me, always looking at me like you hate me. but it's so fucking cute.'

your breath caught as his teeth grazed your jaw, nipping lightly before his tongue soothed the spot.

'maybe i do,' you managed, even though your grip on him said otherwise.

Younghoon chuckled, a dark, amused sound. His lips brushed your ear. 'no, you don’t.' but he was right.

his fingers curled around your thigh, lifting your leg slightly, pressing closer, letting you feel exactly what you did to him.

and fuck, you were so in trouble.

younghoon's breath was heavy against your skin, his grip firm as he held you against the wall, his body pressing into yours like he never wanted to let go.

'you don’t hate me,' he muttered again, this time lower, rougher, like he was trying to convince himself as much as you.

your nails dug into his shirt, fists tightening, like you needed something to anchor yourself to the moment before it swallowed you whole. 'and if i didn't?'

younghoon pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt his head, his eyes flickering over your face, searching, waiting. even now, even with all this tension - his body pressing you into the wall, his breath warm against your skin, his fingers curled into the hem of your shorts - he was still holding back.

'if you didn't?' he looks down at you. 'i might just go fucking mad.'

you met his gaze, something shifting in your expression, something that made his grip tighten, his jaw clench.

with a sharp inhale, he kissed you again, this time deeper, more desperate, like now that he had you, he couldn’t bear to stop. His hands moved, sliding up under your shirt, his fingertips tracing fire across your bare skin.

'fuck,' he exhaled, like he wasn’t even sure how you got here. 'i’ve wanted this for so long. wanted you.'

he pulled you into him again, his lips moving against yours like he was trying to make up for lost time. His tongue flicked against yours, slow, teasing, a direct contradiction to the way his hands gripped your hips, needy.

'you drive me insane,' he muttered against your lips.

'right back at you,' you breathed, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

younghoon groaned, deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through you as he pressed his body flush against yours. his thigh slotted between yours, pressing just right, and the friction had your breath stuttering.

he felt it. of course he did.

his smirk returned, wicked and knowing, his fingers trailing down your spine as he rolled his hips against you, slow, deliberate.

a small, breathy whimper escaped you before you could stop it. and his control snapped.

in an instant, you were off the wall, your back hitting the mattress before you even had time to process it.

younghoon was on you, his body caging yours in, his weight deliciously heavy. his hands gripped your wrists, pinning them beside your head, his knee sliding between your thighs, spreading you open.

you swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your throat. 'you-'

'i need you,' he muttered, voice thick, desperate, his lips ghosting over yours. 'no more games, no more waiting - i need you.'

younghoon barely gave you time to process before his lips crashed onto yours again, his body pressing you deeper into the mattress. his hands still pinned yours beside your head, his grip firm, possessive.

the way he kissed you wasn’t just desperate. it was frustrated. like he had been holding himself back for far too long, and now that he had you, there was no way in hell he was stopping.

your legs parted instinctively, and he took full advantage, rolling his hips against yours, grinding down just enough for you to feel exactly how hard he was through his slacks. the friction had you gasping against his mouth, your fingers twitching under his hold, needing to touch him, to pull him closer, to lose yourself in him completely.

'you feel that?' he muttered against your lips, rolling his hips again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch of him pressing against you.

your breath caught. 'younghoon-'

he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours for a split second before his lips were on your throat, kissing, sucking, biting. 'say my name again,' he murmured against your skin.

a shiver ran through you. your fingers curled, nails biting into your own palms. 'younghoon.'

his grip on your wrists loosened just enough for you to break free. your hands were on him instantly - his shoulders, his back, tugging at his shirt, needing it gone.

younghoon sat up just enough to yank it over his head, his movements hurried, rough. the second it was off, your hands roamed, feeling the heat of his skin, the definition of his body.

you had spent so long competing against him, pushing back against him, trying to outmaneuver him. and now?

now, he was on top of you. half-undressed. breathless. wanting.

and god, you wanted him just as badly.

his lips crashed back onto yours as his hands traveled down your body, pushing your shirt up, pulling your shorts down. you didn’t stop him. not when his fingers skimmed over bare skin, not when his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open for him again.

then, he froze.

not because he wanted to stop - oh, no.

because he wanted to see.

his breath hitched as his gaze trailed down, taking you in. his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his eyes dark with hunger.

'fuck,' he muttered, almost like he wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. his fingers traced along the inside of your thigh, teasing, not yet touching where you needed him most. 'you're so..'

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. 'you don't have a fucking clue what you do to me.'

then, he finally touched you.

his fingers slid between your folds, finding just how wet you already were. he let out a low, satisfied hum, cocky, knowing. 'this all for me?'

you swallowed, your breath unsteady. 'who else would it be for?'

his head snapped up. his eyes locked into yours.

and then he snapped.

one second, his fingers were teasing. the next, they were inside you, pushing deep, stretching you open, curling just right. your back arched off the mattress, a sharp gasp escaping before you could stop it.

younghoon groaned at the sight, his free hand gripping your hip. 'that’s it,' he murmured, watching you, memorizing every reaction. 'let me hear you.'

he moved his fingers - slow at first, deliberate, drawing out every ounce of tension you had built up for him.

his name slipped from your lips again, and he lost it.

his fingers sped up, thrusting deeper, faster, working you open for him. his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, precise circles, the combination sending a fresh wave of heat rolling through you.

'you’re so fucking tight,' he muttered, his voice rough. 'how the hell am i supposed to fit in you?'

your breath hitched. 'then-' you swallowed hard, barely able to form words between gasps. 'then maybe you should get me ready.'

younghoon froze.

then, he chuckled.

'oh, sweetheart,' he murmured, his fingers moving again, this time slower, teasing. 'you have no idea what you just asked for.'

he withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving you aching, empty - only to replace them with his tongue.

a sharp moan tore from your lips as his mouth latched onto your clit, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you down as he devoured you.

it was messy, wet, relentless. his tongue flicked, teased, licked you open before diving deeper, his nose pressed against you, his groans vibrating through you.

'you taste so fucking sweet,' he muttered against your heat, voice dripping with lust.

you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, your fingers tangling into his hair, pulling, desperate.

'please,' you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.

younghoon groaned, gripping your thighs tighter. 'say it again.'

you whimpered. 'please.'

his tongue moved faster, fingers joining again, thrusting deep, curling just right.

your body tensed, coiled, ready to snap.

'come on, sweetheart,' he muttered against you. 'come for me.'

and you did.

the orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, sharp and shattering, leaving you trembling, gasping, gripping his hair like you’d fall apart otherwise.

younghoon groaned as he felt it - felt you clenching around his fingers, felt your body losing control beneath him.

and when he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening with your release, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he licked them clean.

'good girl,' he muttered, voice thick with satisfaction.

but then, he leaned over you again, his cock pressing against your thigh, heavy, hot, demanding.

'you ready for me now?'

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daughterof-aphrodit · 5 months ago

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Hello!

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daughterof-aphrodit · 6 months ago

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find obscene stories to imagine with your favorite characters/bias.

𝙴𝙽𝙷𝚈𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃

Yang Jungwon - Idiot (Teaser)

Summary: You never imagined that one day you would share a house with a boy, and that boy would be the hottest in the entire college. Yang Jungwon.

Yang Jungwon - Kisses

Summary: You and your boyfriend spending a great night together...

Hard Thoughts - Enhypen

Summary: Hard thoughts on the members of Enhypen

𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂

Sex with Waek Hero Class boys

𝙾𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁/𝙱𝙸𝙰𝚂

Right, baby?

Summary: Your boyfriend needs you to sit on his face

Library

Summary: Maybe the fact that you chose to wear a skirt to study with your boyfriend wasn't such a good idea.

#my writing #smut #blog

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daughterof-aphrodit · 7 months ago

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cece says 600 and something words of (contained) filth abt the raccoon digging through my trash. repost from one of my other blogs ♡

“can you—say it again? please,”

you take the sight of him in, like this. gaze unfocused, lips kiss swollen and red from stifling himself. his arms tremble from the exertion, trembling from pure want outweighing rationality, and you almost take pity on him.

almost.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you hum, feigning confusion as his eyes flutter shut and he groans. his grip on your waist tightens and you hide a smile.

“don’t do this,” he tries again, peering up at you through long lashes and unruly hair and you think you can ignore the way he grinds you against where he needs it the most. “please.”

and yet. “words,” you remind him, fingers skimming against the back of his neck. he runs hot here the easiest, you’ve noticed. “you know i can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask.”

the sunwoo you know unravels here, thin layers of pride peeling away to reveal hidden desperation. it leaves a sharp taste in your mouth, his hunger for more and more of you, and you fear the sight of him might consume you whole.

you take pity on his debauched state and silence his half mumbled thoughts with a kiss, tilting your head a bit to side and vocalizing your content with a soft hum when he follows suit. you don’t acknowledge his wandering hands, or the way he pleads between breaths of air, or the near frantic push and pull in hopes to feel something.

his movements jitter between ache and compliance. your lips brush against the curve of his jawline and his skin burns. teeth graze across the sensitive surface just above his collarbone, his grip on your hips tighten from the effort to stay still alone. splotches of red bloom from underneath his cotton shirt, and for a moment, you wonder if he’d let you wrangle it off.

sunwoo tenses as if he’s heard your very thoughts, hips bucking into yours with in a silent question. the kiss you press against his skin is the only warning he gets before you bite down.

his reaction is instant—a sharp cry he tries to tamp down with his lower lip caught between his teeth paired with an exhale that leaves nothing to curious ears. his head falls back against the couch, already baring more skin to your greedy hands, but you hesitate before leaving any other marks.

instead, you let him draw you impossibly close, grappling for any part of you free to hold, and you swear you can feel his heartbeat against your own. time stops or freezes or something. you don’t know anything other than the bruising grip on your waist and raw look of infatuation in his eyes.

desire hisses through your core like hot coals and “mine,” is spat through clenched teeth. his eyes widen impossibly large, a gasp lodged within his throat, and more desperation seeps through when his head falls to rest against your shoulder. a choked moan reverbs against your skin, then he stills.

“fuck,” he croaks, voice tottering unevenly. you don’t look down, but you know he’s more than just ruined. a wet patch grows against your thigh and he bristles in embarrassment. “need to—”

your hips move before he can and he inhales sharply, gaze snapping back to meet yours. you don’t know what he sees but it makes the tips of his ears redden further. your hands wander above ruined sweats and slip underneath his shirt instead.

“you can give me one more, right?”

you know he will. eager to please despite his own limits—and you’ve sworn not to bite off more than he can take. but the more he tries to match the pace you’ve set, blinking back tears from the overstimulation, the more you can’t help but take what he’s so willing to give.

“mine.” you whisper once more against his skin for good measure.

#the boyz smut

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daughterof-aphrodit · 11 months ago

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Hot To Go!

Synopsis. Getting hit by a séx technique? No problem! Of course, you’re there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx cursed technique (he’s affected), mating press, they’re REALLY needy, fúck or díe, oraI (fem receiving), jealousy (Nanami’s), bréeding, marathon séx, teary Gojo, creampíe, spítting, cúmplay, thígh ríding, fíngering, VERY pússydrunk boys, true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.5k (woah)

A/N. I needed this outta my mind so bad y’all omg. Have a lovely day babygirls <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Just sit on it, woman!

“Please…” Toji drawls, slow and syrupy around your puffy clit. “Who do you think you are, doll? Just sit.”

Now, the problem wasn’t that strange, low-level curse from Toji’s latest job. No, don’t make him laugh - he barely felt whatever that weak cursed technique was. The problem was the way he’d trudged back home, not even thinking of reaching for that door handle before it hits him.

Suddenly too-sensitive nose getting a whiff of your shampoo - all the way from inside the bedroom.

All the way to that dangerous, ugly little part of himself that says that if he doesn’t get a taste of you right now then neither of you are making out of this alive.

And it’s all you can do to gasp, “T-Toji what happened?”

“You. You happened. N’ I don’t care if I hafta oh-” he cuts himself off, hot lips surging forwards - addicted - to place another slow, wet peck on the sweet sweet juices beading at your cunt. “-if I hafta fuckin’ suffocate, m’gonna die if you don’t just sit, goddammit.”

“Fuck!” you keen when two, calloused hands of Toji’s loop around your shaky thighs. Pulling, dragging you down to press your entire weight down onto his slutty mouth. “You’re being so…”

He barely even hears you - too caught up on the way your pretty cunt was drooling down his waiting tongue.

Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tips his face up, up, up to let your heady juices slide down his throat. “What? Filthy? Needy? Like a bitch in heat?”

Each hissed out little word has you jolting on top of him - and Toji only tightening his bruising grip with a pained grunt to stop you from disconnecting with his ruthless lips.

“Ohhh fuck stay still, woman. S’the stuff of heaven. You’re so lucky you weren’t anywhere near me after that fight.” he spits at the feeling of you clenching around him, mouth moving a mile a minute even when he slips it past your swollen folds, dragging the muscles along all your hidden sweet spots. “So lucky. So sweet- so perfect thought I was gonna die without a lil’ taste-”

A shiver runs down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was messily making out with your ravaged pussy. Stretching you out, milking himself on your sloppy entrance. Animalistically, even.

You squeal, “Think I’m gonna die.”

“Shit- and you think I care? Just want- ngh-” And that sinful little scar rubs up against your sensitive folds when Toji grins knowingly, so deep now that his nose was pressing against your pelvis, jaw grinding against you. Big arms orchestrating each mean, long drag of your sloppy pussy up and down his pretty face. Up and down up and down up and- “What did I say? This is all because of y-you, y’know?”

And Toji’s tone is so low, strangled - that the answer almost comes out as a whine. It makes you snap your glassy eyes down to look - to gape at how utterly wrecked he already was.

Dark hair curtaining those pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes, your slick glossing prettily over his plump lips - all the way down to his cheeks, his sharp jawline. And only getting sloppier with each movement,

“Me?” you blink tearily - fuck, when did it get so good you started crying? And why was Toji much the same? Dark eyes wet and miles away.

“Mhm.”

“S’your fault for being so- so-” As if the words were failing him, Toji’s only moves to suck harsher on your throbbing clit. Obscene little smacks of his lips following your barely-lucid ah! ah! ah! “-like this.”

Even through the haze of it all, you manage out a huff of laughter, “Like this?”

For this, you get a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. Thick fingers soothing over the sting almost immediately so that you’re not bowing your body away from Toji’s persistent mouth, “S’it so bad if I wanna taste my sweet girl?.” He moans, sounding so genuinely pained, “But I need you- need to taste this fuuuck pretty cunt so bad. Gonna die if I don’t- if I-”

“Hngh- yes- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-” your fingers threat their way into his soft hair. Tugging and pulling with each harsh lap at your cunt. Your body arching like a slut as if on command when he speeds up, “-feels too good. M’so close fuck-”

“Be messy, be loud- I don’t fucking care.” he hisses, brows furrowing in concentration. And whatever’s left of that practical little part of your hazy mind wonders whether it doesn’t hurt - whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up, mouth aching. “Jus- jus wan’ you to cum on m’tongue. You’ll let me taste you, right, doll? Want it want it want it so fuckin’ bad-”

You didn’t know who wanted you to cum more - you, or your dear boyfriend.

But when you do - you have you answer.

“F-fuck, Toji.” your gummy walls clench around where he was bullying his tongue inside. “M’cumming- M’cumming m’cumming m’- ah!”

“Give it t’me. Give it allll to me that’s it.” Because Toji’s lapping at each and every syrupy drop of your juices, moaning into your cunt as you ride him through your high. Addicted. The vibrations having your hips stuttering and unstable on top of him.

He lets his thumb draw lazy, tight circles on your sensitive clit. Unstopping - even when you’re blinking back your spotty vision, tears crinkling at the corner of your eyes at the overstimulation.

Even when you try to pull away from his ruthless mouth - little, messy strings of spit and slick snapping in the nonexistent distance.

Even when he still darts his tongue out hastily to taste you sloppily, “One more - didn’t get enough of m’fill.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Can’t- won’t wait!

Everyone knows that your husband Nanami was protective - rightfully so. Everyone knows that just a toe out of line could have the stoic man snapping - showing off exactly why he was the one that put that pretty lil’ ring on your finger.

But never like this.

Never so…crazed.

And it’d only taken one too many flirty comments from some new intern in the time it’d taken Nanami to rush over there from his latest jujutsu mission. Just for your husband to drag you away from the party, barely paying attention to anything else.

Though, when you caught a glimpse of his eyes you didn’t think he could - gaze strangely hazy, breath a bit shorter, skin flushed a delicate pink.

“Can’t believe it.” he groans, pressing you up against the wall of the nearest empty room he could find. Fat cock just nudging past that feeble ring of resistance of yours. “Can’t fuckin’ believe it. Fuck-”

You’re jumping slightly with each little profanity spat into your open mouth, bleary eyes blinking up at your Nanami. Managing out, “Is everything hah- alright, Ken?”

“Can’t fucking believe it.”

There it was again.

That low, accusing little mantra - this time panted out into the side of your racing pulse. Breaking ever-so-slightly at the end when Nanami’s bullying his swollen cock deeper past your plushy walls, the curve of his girth having you arch like such a slut against the wall.

Nanami growls, “Can’t fucking believe-” he slides two hands under your weakening thighs easily, picking you up like some little ragdoll to be split apart on his cock. Murmuring against your mouth, “Can’t believe you won’t let me jus’ fuck you right then and there, my love.”

You don’t know what shocks you more - Nanami’s words or the way he’s immediately letting gravity do all the work, sliding your dripping cunt so easily down his cock. Inch by fucking inch.

All up until your pelvis was flush against those neat tufts of blond at his base. God, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Nanami so impatient.

“Thought I was gonna die without your sweet cunt.” He was barely even breathing. Eyes glassy - crazed. Voice so deep and ragged when he whispers into your ear. “Should’ve jus’ let me fuck you out there, right in the middle of the ball. Made a scene n’ showed them all please- we could go back-”

And it takes you a few seconds to realize that this is Nanami. Your Nanami.

Seriously, what the fuck happened on that mission?

“But- what?” you squeal, gummy walls swallowing him up so readily despite your confusion. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

And this little comment makes Nanami physically stop, dark eyes glinting with something so dark - dangerous. Brows furrowing as he utters, “Nothing. Did you forget that I’m your husband, darling?” Having you scrambling to hang onto his broad shoulders as he walks over to splay you out so prettily on a nearby desk. “Or do I jus’ hafta remind you?”

It’s all it takes for Nanami to thrust up into your heavenly cunt. One hand holding you still on the cool desk, while the other just ravages your throbbing clit in time with his needy cock.

“F-fuck, Ken— oh- yes yes yes-”

Fat tip pressing up against your g-spot like he had a point to prove, spearing you at each harsh, bullying thrust that has you pushed further and further up the desk. Over and over.

The desk shifts ever-so-slightly with every smack of Nanami’s heavy balls against your ass. Creaking - but not loud enough over your obscene moans.

“Stop-” he chokes out at the feeling of your pussy being inched away from him. You weren’t running from him that easily. Which is exactly the thought ringing through his mind when Nanami circles his large hands underneath your thighs, dragging you right across to meet his sculpted front. “Stop fuckin’ running away.” Nevermind the fact that you weren’t - voluntarily at least. “Please- need it so badly, s’like m’burning without ya. You’re gonna take my cock like a hah- g-good lil’ wife, okay?”

And Nanami knows maybe he should slow down - maybe ease you into it, first. But either it was that stupid fucking cursed technique talking or maybe the sight of some loser being all starry-eyed at you, he’s fucking you into the desk so mean.

“Should’ve- would’ve.” he’s grunting, and you already know what he’s talking about. “Saw you in this pretty lil’ dress and fuck darling you don’t know how h-hard it was to ngh keep m’self in check.” Teeth nipping and leaving little bite marks down your neck, and shit if you were in any better state of mind you’d have had the rationality to be worried about them - about how people would talk if they saw those. “N’ I would’ve loved to. Don’ know how much I fuck- w-worship this pussy, my love. How much I was dreaming about it all day long.”

The creaking grows louder.

Your head is spinning right now, “All day long?”

“Mhm…” Nanami slurs, a loose little smile playing on his lips. “Always do. But today- fuck, today. Needed to feel you or I thought I was gonna ngh- die. Or worse.”

“Or worse.”

Bang!

In a split-second, you’re back bunched up in Nanami’s arms - his cock still buried deep within you. Moving. Merciless. Even though his eyes flicker downwards at the pile of wood that used to be a desk. “Lose you that promotion.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Use?

“Use me.”

“What?”

“Use me, goddammit.”

Geto sounded almost hysterical now - words ragged, a pitch higher than normal. Staring at you with that drunk, wide-eyed gaze while you perched right on his muscular thigh. Looking as bewildered as you felt at that moment when he lets out a humorless little laugh, “That curse- fuck I should’ve known before ingesting- shit.”

Fingers frantic - almost tearing through the fabric of his boxers as he removes them feverishly.

And his cock didn’t just look rock-hard no- it looked so so angry. So painful. Flushed a pretty red at his weepy tip, leaking down, down, down straight to where you’d unconsciously wrapped your hand around him.

“O-oh.” he gasps in relief when you’re dragging your fist up his cock. Head throwing back to show off that long, beautiful neck - dusted with a blush going all the way down. “Could cum from just this fuuuck.”

And this was nothing like the Geto Suguru you were used to - the sweet talker who’d have you falling apart with just a few words. The one that treated sex like a game - where you were always his pretty lil’ loser.

“Care to elaborate, Sugu?” you flash him a smug smirk - one that makes his swollen cock twitch traitorously in your hand. “Shit, you’re so needy right now you could cum untouched.”

“You little bitch.” he spits out, greedy gaze stuck on the way you were beginning to drag your sloppy cunt up and down his toned thigh. In a way that makes it impossible for Geto to tear his eyes away from the way you were intentionally catching your throbbing clit on each and every dip of muscle, spreading your puffy folds. “You know what I mean.”

You’re batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, grinding your hips down harder. “I don’t.”

As if to prove your point, you squeeze around his aching dick even harder, pumping your fist all the way from his soaked base up to his sensitive slit.

Immediately, he bucks his hips up wildly, precum smearing a glossy sheen all over your wrist. “F-fuck you.” he spits. “You little-” And oh you should’ve known that Geto was Geto despite whatever he’d been cursed with. That it’d only take him a split second to reach a hand over to smear the mess of sweet sweet juices you were trailing over his thigh. Bullying his dripping wet fingers between your lips, “You talk too fuckin’ much, gorgeous.”

Oh.

Oh, you were fucked.

“You really think I’d let you g-get away with hah that much?” Geto drawls against your ear, fingers dancing down to control your movements riding his thigh. “N’ after ngh- I was so nice.” He was pulling - dragging you at a mean little pace now. “Should’ve just shut up n’ taken it. Should’ve just used me when I asked.”

It’s like he’d forgotten all about his lust-drunk little state.

You’re mewling, muffled around his thick fingers. Something that only makes his lips curl up into a syrupy, smug grin, “Who’s cumming untouched now? Got somethin’ to fuck- say?”

You do - and you’re thumbing teasingly under Geto’s neat slit, reveling in the way that makes his harsh little rant die in his throat. Moving your hand up and down to first his cock needily in hasty, long movements like you were trying to fuck something delicious out.

“You little minx hah-” he’s pressing his fingers right at the back of your tongue, hot mouth kissing away the salty tears welling up behind your eyes. “S-so dirty.”

And it was dirty - your hands coated in Geto’s sheen of precum, his thigh glossy with your slick. But neither of you could bring yourselves to be disgusted - not one bit.

Not when Geto was forcing down your hips harder, bouncing his knee to match your slutty little tempo. Faster. More desperate. Letting you concentrate on driving him fucking insane with your soft hands - palming and running only on the need to making him cum. To have him spill so hotly all over your hands.

“Yeah, oh God that’s right- Use me use me use me-” Geto’s mouth slacks open, eyes heady and cracked only to eye the way you’re clenching and quivering around nothing. Your hips only stuttering - getting sloppier and sloppier with each weighty, hard slide down his thigh. He groans, “Fuck fuck fuck m’close-”

“M-me too-” you whine, voice breaking so pathetically at the end. “So much for coming untouched.”

Close - too close.

Close enough that you’re barely even noticing the way Geto’s stiffening up underneath you. Breath hitching in his throat before-

Slam!

“Wha-” Your back hits the plush mattress - so fast that you almost have half the mind to wonder whether this was some figment of your imagination. But, no, Geto’s hot tip nudging at your puffy folds was real. Dangerous. Waiting for just the right moment to rip you apart. His bated breath against your ear was real - very, very real.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you, gorgeous?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “S-sex?”

Oh, Choso sounded so fucked out just from uttering that.

And you feel the way your cunt clenches at that broken, almost-whiny little plea coming from your best friend’s mouth. Big, dark eyes blinking up at you dazedly in a way that makes you tighten your legs around his waist, pinned to the floor of- fuck, which curse site was this again?

“Mhm, Cho.” you hum, drinking in the shallow pants he lets out into your mouth when you slide his leaky, angry tip between your swollen folds. Barely teasing him between your slit, “S’the only way to get rid of this technique, right?”

Clothes are torn off, breaths coming out in pants. You don’t know if Choso registers your words - shit, you don’t know if he even hears you right now.

Barely even breathing as he slides two shaky hands of his to rest up at your hips. Giving you a reassuring squeeze once. Twice. Before pulling you down in a split second.

“Yes!” the word bursts out from his lips. Choso drags your body up, up, up his throbbing length like some ragdoll - until his pretty pink tip was just circling around your sloppy hole - only to bring you all the way back down again. Barely even halfway in yet, but the stretch - fuck, the stretch had you arching for more. “Yes yes yes yes yes fuck yes if you feel just like- like heaven-”

You never thought your sweet Choso would be so needy. Would buck his hips so ferally into your syrupy sweet cunt until you were second-guessing why it ever took so long to do something like this.

Until today’s fateful little mishap with another curse, that is - and oh, you’ve never been more grateful for that stray cursed technique.

“Hngh-” you screw your eyes shut when the curve of his dick brushed against your sweet spots - unforgivingly. Spreading the fat of your ass in two big hands, trying to squeeze himself inside deeper. Again. And again and again and- “S-slow down, Cho–”

‘Slow down?” Choso breathes from below you - sounding so genuinely bewildered. Still thrusting up in stubborn, long grinds. “Y-you want me to slow down? After- after this?” He’s giving a mean thrust into your gummy pussy, eyes widening down at the heavenly view of your puffy lips sucking him up. Spread needily, bulging around his girth in a way he’d have felt sorry for if he was in any better state of mind. “Slow down- Yeah, gotta- gotta slow down.”

But he only fucks up into you harder. Stronger. Like it killed him to do anything but take you right now and right there on the floor. Messy - no rhythm or rhyme of his hips, just running on pure need and the feeling of you milking his poor cock.

And the idea of that - of your best friend being drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around his aching cock - has you a little more breathless than you’d like. Plushy walls clamping down tight.

Almost immediately, Choso’s throwing his head back, gasping out a stuttering, “O-oh so ngh- that’s what it feels like. Always- always imagined if…” You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence because two long fingers of his are latching on shyly to your sensitive clit, rolling softly.

And if he were any less of a man, Choso would be cumming on the spot - fuck, he’d be passing out.

“Fuuuuck tighter than I’d dreamt of.” he whimpers, cock twitching wildly inside your dripping cunt. Deft fingers find a lewd little rhythm to toy with your ravaged clit. “Have to slow down- have to- can’t.”

He was out of control now. Sloppy. Teary praises leaving those pretty pink lips with each bullying piston of his hips.

“Ch-Choso!” you whine, dragging your hips down to meet his sloppy cadence.

Choso’s eyes flutter to the back of his head, grunting “Yes, yes that’s it, my baby. Say my name.” Using his inhuman strength to put pressure on your hips. “Take it- take it please. Wan’ see you full of m’cock.” All the way until the heady bedroom echoes with a loud smack! his fat head kissing your cervix, heavy balls imprinting against your ass.

And then it’s like something snapped.

Choso’s sanity - his restraint. Possibly you by the end of this.

Because in all of two seconds, he’s flipping the two of you over. Your back pressed against the cool floor, legs thrown over his shoulders until your knees were folded all the way up into your tits, Choso groans into your ear at the all new angle.

Not wasting a second longer before fucking you in this mean little mating press, abs rippling with each heavy, calculated movement.

“Baby…” Choso drags his lips up your neck, sharp canines biting down on your earlobe. Gentle - the complete opposite of his rock-hard cock. “Think if I cum inside s’gonna solve the curse?”

Oh.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - True kinda love

You thought you’d seen everything there is about the king of curses. Anything from those smug kisses he��d give you after taking care of “scum curses” for fun to the times he’d begrudgingly watch sappy movies with you - only to fuck away your tears at the end.

You thought.

But oh you’d never seen him like this - yukata torn apart, no longer fitting how much bigger was, how much stronger his form was. His true form.

Muscles just bulging on all four arms, eyes half-lidded, dark nails leaving neat little indents where he held your squirming hips sat prettily on two matching, painfully hard cocks.

Well, “sat prettily” was an understatement - right now you felt so full you could’ve just died.

“Heh, better not die on me just yet because I feel like m’gonna kill fucking everyone..” Sukuna’s large pecs rumble with laughter- shit, had you said that out loud? “Everything.” Long tongue coming up to lick a hot trail up the big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Whispering raggedly, “God- fuck! How’d you want it? Like I’m me or like hah- this?”

It’s all you can do to crane your head up deliriously, batting your teary lashes in a way that makes Sukuna twitch so wildly.

His veins thump! thump! thumping into your gummy walls, fat heads nudging right at your bruised cervix - your lungs it felt like. Hips grinding up into yours when he’s shoving himself impossibly deeper, “Answer me.”

“Fuck!” you’re gasping, stupidly. Glassy gaze flitting down to the two angry cocks bullied inside your poor pussy. And still going. “N-no, your true ngh- form- fuck-”

“Oh yeah?”

Your words are coming out a garbled mess, making such a sly, dangerous leer spread across Sukuna’s lips. Fucking up faster. Sloppier.

Oh, the feeling had him lightheaded. Had him thankful he lost control of his powers to maintain that pathetic human image of his. Had him ramming past those rings of muscle again. And again. And again and again- oh he was fucked.

“Fuuuck, feel like m’burning. M’so lucky.” Sukuna slurs out, a free hand of his busying itself toying with your throbbing clit. Pulling, rolling in a way he knows will have you whining so prettily. “Sooo fuckin’ lucky I didn’t kill that fuckin’ trash curse.” Glossing his wrists with your sweet sweet juices, lips kissing at your heated ears. “Because now I get to see how much of a slut my girl is f’me, hm?”

The only answer he’s getting is a wet string of profanities that even Ryomen Sukuna himself is proud of.

Because suddenly Sukuna’s crashing his achy tips against your g-spot, throwing his head back at how fucking sinful it felt to be rubbing up against himself.

“Shit- yer only getting tighter.” he spits, strained. Sculpted thighs rippling underneath you where he was fucking up into you in jagged, methodical half-thrusts to mold your sweet cunt to him. “Ngh- fuuuck gonna be the death of me, pretty girl.”

“Please-” you’re clawing at the sheets, the headboard, Sukuna’s shoulders - anything and everything to keep your sanity. Begging for- what? Mercy? More? “Please please- m’so close. Kuna ngh-”

He cranes his head down to kiss at your slack lips, breaths feverish. “Damn. Open that m-mouth now, brat. Jus’ a bit- jus’ a bit more.”

Your mouth is sagging open, tongue lolling out before you know it - positioned perfectly for the bigger man to purse his lips and spit. Once. Twice.

And Sukuna knew he had perfect aim, he knew he could’ve made this easy for you - but, no, the steady stream of saliva is splattering against the side of your mouth. A large thumb of his coming up to swipe the mess across your wobbly lower lips.

“My girl deserves to be treated like the slut she is, right?”

His true form has those inhumanly large fingers moving so unfairly fast on your clit, rolling and pinching in an obscene little blur.

“Oh- oh my god-” you sob, ass stinging where his heavy balls were smacking you - sure to leave a few embarrassing marks. And fuck he’s not even all the way in yet. “Y-you’re so deep- so much. Close Hngh-”

Sukuna’s grinning, two hands helping just drag you down his sloppy length, until your sopping folds were kissing at his toned pelvis. Another dancing up to knead and grope your sloppy hole open wider, “Say it. Say who you’re acting like such a slut for.”

“It’s- fuck!”

“Say it properly, my cockdrunk girl. Say it if you wanna cum.”

“You!” your words fail you pathetically, and the only think you’re moaning next is Sukuna’s name - like a prayer. “S’you Kuna oh-”

And then you’re cumming - white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, and Sukuna’s name in your mouth. Arching into his body. His tongue slipping past your puffy lips to muffle his own moans because God this was the hardest he’d cum in his life and he wasn’t about to drown out any of your pretty moans with it.

“Oh-” Sukuna shudders, fucking you over and over through your high. Two hands carrying your weight and- shit, when did he stand up? “Yeahh, milk me like that, just it mm knew you were so good f’me-”

You’re realizing with a jolt that he’d gotten up, using gravity to his advantage and sliding you up and down his swollen cocks like some glorified sextoy. So easily. So sinfully while he filled your poor overfilled over and over.

Thick, hot globs of cum that drool down your messy cunt, so fucking much from both his throbbing cocks. Like he couldn’t - wouldn’t stop.

Enough to form a pool at Sukuna’s feet. One he doesn’t even give a second glance before muttering, “Ya better hope you’re on the pill because the curse and I are far from over, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - STRONGEST

You thought it would bate by his second orgasm.

And when it didn’t, well, surely the third time was the charm…

Or, well on the slight chance that that didn’t work - the fourth would be the last, right? Right?

“Sweetheart…” Gojo mutters, teary, red-rimmed eyes peering so unfairly into your hazy ones. Folding your trembling, limp legs back into such a tight mating press. “Jus’ one more time. Please? I promise this fifth time’s gonna be the last.”

Wrong. And here you were, folded up in half underneath the great Gojo Satoru - the strongest, the same sorcerer that can take down a special grade and let himself be hit by its cursed technique (“out of curiosity!”) in the same breath.

“A-another?” you mutter, but it comes out much more breathless than you intended. Thighs tightening involuntarily where they were thrown over Gojo’s broad shoulders. “Toru, are you sure-”

Your dear boyfriend’s only giving you a slow, lazy nod. A dopey smile spreading over his face when he spots the trail of gooey white dribbling down your poor, overfilled pussy, gushing out of you with each languid thrust. Oh- shit, when had he started moving again? You bet even he didn’t know that answer.

And before you can react, Gojo’s taking the time to pool the sinful mess on two of his fingers - promptly bullying them back into your already stuffed cunt.

Fuck, you’re not making it out of this alive.

“Shit, taking me so e-easily, huh?” Gojo’s raw, pink lips fall open when your sloppy hole stretches just enough to accommodate his long fingers. “Y-yeah tha’s it. Take it like m’good girl.” Tears of sensitivity pricking behind his eyes when you clench around him so fucking tight, your plushy walls just milking his ravaged cock. “F-fuck s’too sensitive. Too much!”

And despite his own little whines at the back of his throat, Gojo makes no move to stop.

Did he say he’d stop? Ah, his fried brain couldn’t remember anymore.

None at all, instead, he’s raising his glossy finger pads right up to his mouth. Blue eyes falling shut when he presses them inside momentarily, sucking, savoring the taste of you and him and you-

“You’re t-too much, Toru.” you squeal in embarrassment.

And that’s all it takes the strongest to let out a barely-lucid hum of agreement - pulling out his fingers with a lewd pop!

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” he leans down to hum, breath hot against your face. “But what can I- ngh- do-” Each word was punctuated by a harsh, sloppy smack of his hips against your own. Not even bothering pulling all the way out - Gojo doesn’t have to, because he’s nudging all your sweet spots so expertly anyway. Grunting out over those absolutely lewd squelches, “I just want- need you so bad. S’like m’burning from the inside hah- o-out if I don’t ngh fuck this pretty pussy.” He’s babbling deliriously, bent so far down now that your forehead is pressed up against his, thighs burning at the stretch. “-need it so bad. Need it - my one weakness, sweetheart. S’gonna kill me- gonna be the death of me oh-”

“Please!” you think you could almost feel Gojo’s cum sloshing around your walls right now. Fucking you into the mattress so hard - so deep - that you wonder by what miracle the neither of you haven’t broken anything yet.

It wasn’t a miracle - it was his reverse cursed technique, which the both of you discover only much, much later.

But for now you’re only clinging desperately to Gojo’s muscled shoulders, bones popping in protest. Fucked-out whimpers spiling from his pretty mouth each time he was slamming his poor, overused cock inside you. Teary eyes screwing shut because shit it hurt so good. Too good.

“F-Fuck!” you’re gasping when he dances his fingers straight down to draw hasty, feverish little circles on your poor clit. Fingers clawing at his persistent wrist, “Oh my god-”

Gojo hums into your mouth, “J-just ‘Toru’ is fine.”

You let his cocky little comment slide - if only because your boyfriend was smashing into your g-spot repeatedly now. Over and over.

Voice about an octave higher when he’s groaning, “Y-yeah, that good? Ngh- ah!” His hips were stuttering forwards - messy, so so needy like he was drunk on those cute lil’ whines tearing from you with each drag of his cock. “Yeah fuck fuck f-fuck yer killin’ me - pussy too good, feels like m’gonna die.”

God, he really did feel like he could die. Fuck.

“M-me too ngh, Toru.” you wrench your eyes open when something so wet splashes onto your cheeks. Boring into Gojo’s glassy, pussydrunk eyes. Crying now. “M’so close-”

“O-oh yeah?”

And then he’s speeding up - if that was even possible. Flushed skin smacking against yours harder. Just a bit more calculated. Like he couldn’t stop. Uncontrollable.

Enough for Gojo to blink away the slight haze in his eyes and actually look at you. Look at the way your lips wobble with each glide of his fat tip against your sensitive spots, the way you milk him harder when he’s smearing his mess of cum all over your clit. At those delirious little heart-eyes you give him when he only lets his jaw sag open, such fucking embarrassing whimpers of your name being drawn all the way from his overworked cock.

“Cum f’me, sweetheart.” he manages to grit out. “Cum f’me cum f’me, please. Please.”

And how could you not when the strongest asks you so prettily?

You don’t know who cums first - just that your own orgasm is a wave of tingles that shoot all the way from your toes right into your stupidly fucked-out brain. Again and again and Gojo-

Oh, Gojo can’t do anything but bury his head into the crook of your neck. Sharp teeth biting down hard at the point of your pulse as he cums over and over and over. Shooting thick, hot spurts of seed right into your silky cunt. A sinful little white that drools out of your sloppy slit - too much.

“Sweetheart…” Oh, you knew that tone - too well. “Y’know how I h-have the ah- six eyes n’ this was only our fifth round and six is really a nice num-”

“M’gonna kill you, Toru.”

“S’that dirty talk for our sixth round?”

A/N. TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO

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