pandajaye - Tumblr blog

[pandajaye]

Boku no Hero Academia || Hawks (Keigo Takami) Episode 153

[pandajaye]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 （義理・ぎり）: debt or obligation. A very complex concept of duty unique to Japanese culture, this indicates both the gratitude one has for an act of kindness and the obligation to carry out revenge.

[pandajaye]

@ buzzfeedceleb on ig

[pandajaye]

can someone help me find a ot8 Skz fic where the reader was like the 9th member of Skz and they basically placed a bet on whether or not she could guess which one of them was fucking her while she was blindfolded? it would be much appreciated if someone could help

[pandajaye]

[10:36]

NSFW. Minors Do Not Interact

Imagine: Tried, sweat slick Chan, balls deep, on top of you. His hips have slowed significantly from all the work he's been putting in. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, not even sure if you could let go at this point. Your toes are curled, legs locked at the ankles around his center. Each thrust feels like he might pass out at any moment, but he keeps going, keeps putting in the effort. With a gruff voice, he whispers into your ear, "Just... one more, pretty girl. One more, and I'll fill you up."

His hips snap into you, and you whimper, egging him on. You don't know where he gathers the strength from, but he picks his pace back up. Moving his hips closer to you, leaving very little room for him to slip out as he gives you long hard strokes. Each rough thrust causes your teeth to chatter together. Each thrust ramping up in intensity. He leaves a trail of bite marks over your shoulder and neck, trying to focus his attention on anything but cumming. But the sound of your whiny voice is sending to a place he fears he won't escape from. "Please..." His voice is so deep your barely recognize it. Its rich and silky like a freshly brewed coffee, comforting, and tantalizing.

"Baby.. please..." His deep needy voice unravels you completely. You come around him, body shivering from the overwhelming pleasure. He buries his face even futher in your neck as you come. With a tight grip on your hip, he stills, letting the tight grip of your walls pull him in. Making him spurt his seed deep inside your pulsating walls. He's filled you up like he wanted. But he's far too spent to move, his full body weight now collapsing on top of you. Though you can barely keep your eyes open, your hands subconsciously stroking up and down his back, you speak. "Say it again..."

He doesn't move to look at you, "Say what?" His voice is laced with tiredness, muffled by your skin.

"With that voice... the deep one. Say 'Baby, please,' again." He pauses for a second and chuckles, moving his lips to your ear.

He clears his voice, getting it ready. "Baby... please" you clench so hard you push his cock right out of your sopping pussy, causing you both to laugh. You might have just discovered something new to love about him.

_______________________________________________

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

_______________________________________________

[pandajaye]

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞.”

Han Jisung x f.reader

college au

wc: 5.6k

↳ “You’re the only girl I would leave with and willingly let Changbin use my room to fuck someone all night.”

warnings: protected sex, begging, edging, soft dom Jisung, dry humping, choking, marking, Jisung is obsessed with the mc neck, and can be a little possessive in bed but he’s harmless, names such as: (baby)

an: loosely connected to Open Mind my Changbin story. You don’t have to read that one to understand this story. Chan’s story I Think I Like You is next, if you want to be tagged let me know.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Friday evenings normally consisted of you working in the school library. You needed all the extra money you could get and this job was a great way to help. Most of your shifts consisted of you putting away books or helping students find books they were looking for. One faithful day you were working two boys you recognized as Han Jisung and Bang Chan spent the evening at a table studying for some big exam. You went about your business putting away a cart full of books near them. The library was quite empty for a Friday. Occasionally you would find yourself glancing over at their table and often found the one you knew as Jisung watching you. The first time your eyes met he quickly looked down at his laptop with a startled look. 

When you left the library that night you tried not to think about the cute boy who seemed to watch you your whole shift.

Monday rolled around and you were working the evening shift at the library after finishing up one of your afternoon Labs you had. You were about an hour into your shift when Han Jisung walked into the library alone this time. He was sporting a pair of tight black jeans that had holes over his knees and an oversized gray hoodie that looked like he was swimming in the gray fabric. In one hand he held his laptop and in the other was what looked like a large pink tinted ice latte. He sits in the section near where your library cart is located. This shift was just like the last one. He stayed your whole shift and you weren’t sure if it was wishful thinking but you could almost feel his eyes on you when his back was to you. He didn’t say anything to you that night other than a simple “goodbye” as he left the library.

Keep reading

[pandajaye]

Save the Date

♰ Word Count:  2.1k

♰ Pairings: Enji x Aizawa x Reader x Hawks x Misc.

♰ Warnings: Incest(Enji/Daughter), Size Difference, Orgy, Alcohol, Noncon, Pretty strange implications but hey what do expect with tags like these

♰ Black Christmas Masterlist

Keep reading

[pandajaye]

My Savior?

Yandere!Hyunjin x Sadodere!BangChan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, non idol

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Jealousy, swearing, Stalking, obsession, mentions of murder, physical abuse (towards reader), threats (towards reader), description of injuries, possessiveness, gaslighting. If any of these tags trigger you than PLEASE do not read or continue with caution! (Sorry if I missed any tags)

✨Masterlist ✨

Word Count: 1922

Note: Hyunjin and Third Person POV

Summary: You and Hyunjin go way back. You've know each other since your senior year of university and your friendship meant a lot to eachother, you just didn't know that it still meant a lot to Hyunjin. He values you as more than a friend and your boyfriend Chan is anything but happy about that. Chan plans to let you know just how unhappy he is with you trying to rekindle your friendship with Hyunjin but when things get heated a certain someone is there to 'save the day'.

Hyunjin's POV

There she goes again, switching those fucking hips so hard. She clearly likes the attention it brings her, the men around her breaking their necks to get a better look at her beautiful --

" Hyunjin?" Fuck, she saw me. I was going to try to surprise her.

"Y/n, hey." I've been practicing my surprised face for a moment like this one. It's pretty hard to be 'surprised' to see someone that you see everyday. "What are you doing out here? Don't you live across town?"

"You know I can't resist Ron's coffee, what about you? It's been forever since I've seen you, where have you been?" To answer your question, yes, I do know that you can't resist the coffee here. You've been coming to this cafe every Saturday and Wednesday after yoga class since our senior year of college. I'm honestly surprised that you stuck with Yoga for two whole years. You've always been bad at committing to things.

"Oh, you know, I've been around. Been doing a little bit of everything, a lot of freelancing."

"That sounds great, I know it can be a bit challenging for photographers to make a living out here but you're so talented I know that you'll find a permanent spot soon." She's smiling, so I can't help but to do the same. She's so cute and foolish. I'll never settle at one job, I need to be close to her. I made a promise never to be more than two miles from her at all times just in case--.

"Y/n." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no. Not him, what the fuck is he doing here.

"Chan, hey, I thought you'd never show up. This is Hyunjin, we went to Uni together. Hyunjin, this is my boyfriend Chan." Oh, I know who he is, Bang Christopher Chan, twenty-five years old, born October third which makes him a libra. I could go on and on about your cute little scumbag here.

"Nice to meet you." I offer my hand to him and his icy stare meets my burning one. He doesn't budge, you can barely tell that he's breathing. You wanna be a tough guy? Two can play that game.

"Chan" Y/n nudges him in his side and he serves her a disapproving glare. Running my hand through my hair I smile over at y/n.

"It's fine, some people have a hard time containing their jealousy when they're around me."

"Come on, y/n, we'll be late." Late? You don't have anywhere to be. She would've put it in her Google Calendar.

"Uh, right. Well um, Hyunjin it was awesome seeing you. Text me sometime." He grips the back of her neck and guides her past me just as she went in for a hug. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take everything in me not to snatch her from him. She doesn't need someone like him, always so cold towards her. Does he even have a heart? How could you not smile at the sight of her short curly hair, her bright eyes and crooked smile. How could you resist such a ravishing woman? It takes everything in me not to step out of her closet in the mornings and fuck her right over her desk.

Before I could say my goodbye the cafe door closed behind them and Chan looked back at me with a smirk. My jaw clenched at the sight, he thinks he's got her. He thinks he can take her from me, he thinks this is goodbye. It is far from goodbye, it's see you later. Maybe, tonight.

Third person POV

"Why would you tell him to text you later?" The echo of Chan slamming his car keys down on the table in the main hallway echoed through the quiet apartment. Y/n trailed in behind him, annoyance evident in her eyes and tone.

"I told you a thousand times, I was being kind. Hyunjin and I haven't seen each other in a year and a half. We were best friends and I've missed him." That's all she had to say to trigger him, he turned swiftly, caging her body against the hallway wall with his arms on either side of her body. He leaned down to her, inches away from her face and snarled.

"You what?"

"I- I said that.. I missed.. him." A smirk plays upon Chan's lips, it deepens into a smile as he processes what she just had the nerve to tell him.

"You shouldn't say things that you don't mean, Y/n. That makes you a liar and no love of mine is going to be a liar. You do not miss him." A stiff laugh spills from Chan's lips causing y/n to shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. She knew that Chan could get jealous to say the least but he's never come off this… Intense. "Listen, baby, I don't want you talking to him okay? I think that's a simple request and I expect you to follow it. Am I clear?"

The silence that followed Chan's question seemed to worsen the situation almost instantly, slamming his hands against the wall he inches closer to her until they are practically sharing the same breath. "Am I fucking clear, y/n?"

"Yes." Her answer is firm and rushed, it's also a lie. She knew that if Hyunjin were to message her, she'd answer. How could she not? Their friendship goes so far back it would just be rude to ignore him.

"Good, pet." Backing away from her Chan turns his attention towards the living room. "I'm Ordering thai, I'll get your usual "

Y/n stood there, shaken and silent as she watched Chan walk away. Little did she know that Hyunjin had seen the whole thing, it was moments like these that he was thankful for installing those nano-cameras a year ago. It was times like these that Hyunjin was tempted to burst through the front door and save her from him, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer.

➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

"Who's that?" Y/n's phone chime triggered Chan to speak for the first time in almost two hours. The two had been sitting in the living room in silence flipping through channels until they came across a Criminal Minds marathon. Pressing her home button, y/n checks her phone then shrugs her shoulders seconds after.

"Just an Instagram notification. " Her gaze settles back onto the TV screen but Chan's is fixed on her.

"Are you sure about that?" Y/n's eyes quickly meet Chan's before she averts her gaze to his chest.

"Yes, Chris, I am sure." Her tone, that's what did it. That's what got him started, what caused the corners of his lips to curve into a cynical smile. The violent exhale that followed caused y/n to squirm in her seat a bit, fear bubbling in her stomach.

"I thought I just told you..." Lifting himself and swiftly leaning over y/n like a shadow, Chan grasps the front of her neck and pushes her head back slightly cutting off her air supply. "I don't fucking like liars, and yet, here we are.

The small gasps that y/n managed to let out filled the room along with the noise of a car commercial on the TV. Chan's eyes bore into hers like he was searching for something he hasn't been able to find for years. Like he was waiting for her to look the least bit sorry. Releasing his grip on her neck he swings his arm and the back of his hand sweeps across her cheek harshly causing y/n to shift in her seat. Grabbing a handful of hair he pulls her head back to look him in the eyes and his disturbing yet amused face has shifted to an icy stare.

"How many times am I going to have to telling you the same fucking thing?" His voice was calm yet bitter. "Do I have to beat it into you? Maybe fuck you into submission? Solitary confinement, maybe."

Y/n's heart was beating at nearly a million beats per second but that was nothing compared to Hyunjin's. The sound of Chan's words rang through his head like a church bell. Today was the day that he had to go and save her. Before he knew it he was out of his car and across the street. The sound of y/n whimpering spilled from the cracked window and he used that as his green light. It was almost like he could hear her calling his name in each cry.

Using his copy of the key that he made, Hyunjin busted into the apartment closing the door behind him and rushing to the living to find a half dressed y/n with red marks in a uniform pattern down her back. Her tear littered face turned to look up at him and he felt his heart flutter and sink all at once.

"What the fuck are --" before Chan could finish his sentence Hyunjin had charged at him. Hands balled into fists and ready to fire. Pinning Chan to the ground, Hyunjin had the upper hand for a while. Landing punches in places that were sure to bruise later and remind Chan of this day, this moment.

"What the…" Y/n's voice trailed off into a whisper of silence as she crawled away from the altercation scrambling to her feet. She watched, confused and in pain from the punishment that Chan administered seconds ago.

Chan managed to push Hyunjin off of him and land a strong punch to his nose. The two scrambled to stand and stood across from each other, smirking.

"How fucking dare you touch her like that." All Chan did was chuckle darkly and shake his head slightly.

"I was wondering what it would take for you to come out of hiding." Hyunjin's eyes widened, he knew?

"Now what? Gonna save the day? Take her from me and run away to the land of butterflies and rainbows? " Chan glares at Hyunjin with a cocky grin as he wipes the blood from his nose.

"You don't deserve her, it's me that she needs. I'd never harm her, that's all you seem to know how to fucking do." Chan claps sarcastically causing Hyunjin to snarl aggressively.

"How sweet, but you're missing one key piece…" taking a step closer to Hyunjin, Chan sticks his hands in his pockets. "I'm not letting her go. She's mine, she belongs to me. I won her before you did and I don't plan on letting her go anytime--"

"I'll take her from you, I know her better. I can love her better than you ever imagined you could. " Turning around to face a frightened y/n, Hyunjin smiles. "Baby, let me finally take care of you… I've been here everyday since senior year waiting for you."

"W- what do you mean everyday? You've been.. in my house?" Y/n's visible trembling breaks Hyunjin's heart but he's too far past his capacity of emotional vulnerability to aid her at the moment.

"Of course, Darling, I've been here all along. Watching you sleep, eat, and get hurt by this monster. Now is finally my chance to protect you from him. I'll do whatever I have to do to get you away from him."

"Kill me, that's what you'd have to do. And even then I'd find a way." Hyunjin and Chan stare at each other almost as if it's a game and y/n is the prize.

"Murder, eh? I can do that."

[pandajaye]

Israeli army shells reach us. They saved the lives of me and my wife, by making a financial donation through my PayPal wallet.

[pandajaye]

Felix on GMA (240515)

[pandajaye]

bang chan's dick has to be big. there's no way its not. it's long, and girthy, has a mushroom tip and a vein running along the underside. the tip flushes pink when he gets turned on, turning red the long he goes untouched.

lee minho's dick is long and thin, curving upwards slightly in the middle. his tip's leaky, always sticky with his pre-cum.

seo changbin's cock is short and fat. so fucking fat. it's impossible to take him without prep, even when you've been together forever. mushroom tip that flares out over his cock slightly, meaning an even bigger stretch. pretty and pink, twitches and jumps when you touch his stomach.

hwang hyunjin's cock is pretty. it's long, thin, flushes a blush shade of pink. his tip is a darker shade, only slightly, but it's there.

han jisung's dick is short and thick - not as thick as changbins - but it curves in the middle, his tip almost permanently leaking.

lee felix's cock is tanned, thick and long. there's multiple promenant veins running along it. there's freckles leading from his stomach to his cock, and his tip flushes an almost purple colour when he's horny.

kim seungmin's dick is long and thin, perfectly straight, and an even thickness across the length. his tip tan compared to the rest of his cock, making his cum stand out when it's leaking from him.

yang jeongin's cock is thick at the base, thinning as it reaches his tip, which curves slightly.

[pandajaye]

what am I missing - 3racha

act seven: “do you just want to let me play with you?”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

series masterlist

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐚𝐧: let me know what you guys think and which boy you’re rooting for.

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. Please fill out this form.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk. for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come.

It has been too long since you had gone out with all the boys. Sitting in a busy bar you watched as Chan and Jisung were playing a game of pool together. Changbin walked over to the table and placed a chilled glass of beer in front of you.

“Why haven’t I seen you in forever?” He sits down across from you. This is the first time you’re seeing him in person since you slept together. Life has been crazy between work and other things.

“Sorry I’ve been busy.”

“So has Jisung been bugging you?” He asked before taking a drink of his beer.

You can’t help but smile. Jisung has been texting you nonstop since he figured out you slept with Changbin.

It seems like everyone knows about Jisung asking you out. “Yeah we’re going out tomorrow.” You’re assuming he made a show of telling the boys his plans.

“Once again I want to state I didn’t tell him about what happened between us.”

“Let’s be honest, they were gonna find out at some point.”

“Bin, can I ask you something?” Since your night with Changbin you felt like you had a million things on your mind.

“Oh course.”

“I slept with Chan the other night, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have sex with Jisung. Does that make me a bad person?”

“I can’t say I’m shocked Chan made a move. No it doesn’t make you a bad person. I love you and I want you know that but you aren’t cheating on anyone here. You should be able to explore having the sex life you feel like you have missed.”

“Shouldn’t I explore it with one person?” You know if an outsider saw what was unfolding between you and your friends they would probably think you’re a slut.

“No it doesn’t have to be with one person. Y/N I’m confident when it comes to what I can do in bed. I know I can fuck you until you can’t think straight and make you cum until you beg me to stop. But I know having sex with me is way different than Jisung.” You’ve heard lots of stories about Jisung in bed. You know he’s quite dominant and likes to test out kinks. Many drunken nights you’ve heard stories about him tying different girls to his bed.

“What about Chan?”

“Chan doesn’t run his mouth about his sex life so the only person who knows what he’s like in bed is you.”

You stay silent for a moment. If Chan doesn’t talk about his sex life you don’t want to share details about what happened on your living room couch. “I want to know what Jisung is like in bed.”

“Then find out tomorrow night.” You take a sip of your beer and you can feel Changbin staring at you. “After you sleep with him, if you’re still interested would you have sex with me again?”

Your cheeks burn feeling slightly embarrassed by his bold statement. “You want to have sex again?”

He leans forward resting both his elbows on the table, “absolutely. I told you I need to play with your cute pink vibrator while I fuck you.”

“Oh.”

“So do me a favor and don’t let Chan or Jisung use it on you before I do.”

You can’t help but smile. There is something about knowing the fact that Changbin still wants you that makes you feel confident. You wonder if you should play with fire and see how far you can take this.

“Am I allowed to use it by myself?”

“Are you still playing with yourself even after you fucked Channie and I?”

“Of course,” you know you’re being bold but you want to play this game.

Before Changbin can say anything Jisung sits down next to you and Chan sits next to Changbin.

“What were you two talking about?” Jisung asked.

“I was telling Y/N how much we have missed seeing her.”

“Well it looks like everyone has a chance to see Y/N other than me,” Jisung sighs.

“What are you talking about Jisung?” Chan groans, leaning back in the booth.

“Are we not going to bring up Chan’s hickey on his neck?” Jisung is sometimes too observant for his own good.

Your eyes instantly go wide knowing that Jisung figured it out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So everyone is having sex other than me?” He whines.

Chan looks at you for a long moment before he smacks Jisung's hand from across the table. “Knock it off Jisung.”

“Jisung, aren't we having a stay at home movie date tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, do you still want to after Chan clearly visited you?” He looks at you with a serious look for a moment before he cracks a smile.

“I would still like for you to come over.”

Changbin rolls his eyes and Chan looks down at the table. You wish you could talk to Chan and ask him how he’s actually feeling. Things feel so complicated with Chan right now.

“Okay good,” he beams.

Jisung finally stops being annoying and the boys start talking about work and other things. You aren’t saying much. You just listen and smile. Your eyes keep bouncing between Chan and Changbin. You catch Chan staring at you a few times and each he gives you that same gentle smile. Changbin on the other hand seems like he’s paying attention to Jisung and whatever he’s talking about but in reality he’s focused on you by the way his foot nudges your legs open under the table. Your eyes lock and he gives you a knowing smirk.

You look at Jisung trying to focus on what he’s talking about.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” you glance at Changbin before pushing your beer closer to Jisung.

Walk down the hall you can’t help but wonder if someone will follow you. The moment you reach to push the door you feel someone grab your hips.

“Not so fast,” you hear Changbin groan. He pulls your curvy body against his and you can instantly tell he’s getting hard. “Do you need to use the restroom or do you just want to let me play with you?”

“I don’t have any condoms Bin,” you sigh.

“I should really ask you if you’re on birth control,” he says with his lips ghosting your ear.

You reach for the door handle opening the door to the single stall room. Changbin guides you both inside. He releases you and locks the door.

“Honey, you never answered my question.”

“I’m on birth control. It’s probably tmi but I have been since Yunho.”

“Okay good. I got checked after we slept together to let you know I’m clean.”

“Bin is this your way of asking if you can fuck me without a condom?”

“Would you let me fuck you without a condom?”

You take a deep breath realizing that you’ve never had sex without one before. You never let anyone of the past take you without one. You trusted Changbin and you knew he would take care of you if he did accidentally get you pregnant. “Yes, but we can’t do that everytime.”

He pushes you against the locked door. The look in his eyes as traps you against the door is intoxicating. There is something about the way Changbin kisses you that makes you feel like you’re on fire. “Jisung is going to be pissed when he realizes I’m going to fuck you again before he even had a chance to know how you feel.”

He kisses you like he’s trying to get you naked. Everything about Changbin has always been intense. He’s just as intense when it comes to every aspect about his sex life. His hands roam your body as he kisses you.

“Take your underwear off and lift up your skirt,” he pulls back from you. You follow his instructions quietly. He unbuckles his jeans and pushes down his boxers enough to free himself. He helps you jump on the counter and spreads your legs quickly.

You butt rest on the cold counter as he runs his length through your already wet folds. “I know I didn’t get to give you foreplay really but I know you can cum.”

He pushes into you slowly. You’re instantly reminded of how thick he is. He might not be as long as Chan but he’s the thickest you’ve had and the stretch feels delicious.

You’ve never had sex in a semi public place like this before. Your head rests on his shoulder trying your hardest to stay silent as his hips move at a fast pace.

“Baby do you need more?” He groans.

Silent pants leave your mouth begging for more anything he’ll give you. His hand snakes between your body touching where you’re connected. His finger toy with your sensitive clit.

Your hands roam his back touching any part of him you can reach.

Your body feels like a live wire and each thrust leaves you begging to fall apart. Changbin connects his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss muffling your moans as you fall apart. A white hot wave washes over as your wall contract around him.

He pulls out of you hastily. “Where can I finish,” he moans. He pumps his length with his eyes locked on you. You’re drunk on lust and can’t form words as you stare at him. He finds his release against your bare thigh. He stares back at you for a moment before he starts moving. He grabs a paper towel and cleans himself off and pulls up his pants. He grabs another paper towel and turns on the sink behind you wetting it. You sit there slowly coming from the aftermath from your earth shattering release. He gently wipes away his release from your thigh.

You blink at him slowly before he leans up and gently presses his lips to your.

“You did good, baby,” he smiles.

“Jisung is gonna know what happens,” you can’t help but feel embarrassed.

He helps you off the counter and hands you back your underwear. “When you sleep with Jisung, remember how good I made you feel.”

When I comes to Changbin you’re realizing you’re fucked in every way possible.

Regarding taglist:

If you aren’t interacting with my writing outside of liking the new post I’m gonna have to remove your name from the taglist. You will also be removed if I try to tag you and your blog is listed as "invisible". If you've changed your URL and didn't let me know I will also be removing your name. I’m sorry for the inconvenience but my interactions outside or likes feels like it’s nonexistent right now. All of my taglist are still open though. If you request to be added to one via this form, I kindly ask for interactions in the form and feedback and reblogs. To be quite honest, those really encourage my writing.

[pandajaye]

clingy dom chan is so needy. he’s not subtle about it either. he’ll pout and sulk if you don’t sit on his lap or let him feel you up whenever he pleases. his hands kneading your tender breasts while you cook or clean, head nuzzling the side of yours as he presses his chest firmly to your back.

you can’t focus with him all over you and he knows it so he won’t listen to a word you say in protest. if anything you’ll feel him dive a hand into your shorts, humming in approval when he finds you’re wearing nothing else, and you huff in embarrassment as his cold touch tickles your warm skin. “don’ touch me,” you scold him, pressing your thighs together to prevent Chan from teasing your cunt any further but he completely ignores you.

“Why? You look adorable when you’re busy, little one..” he attempts to diverge your focus with a charming compliment and you nudge his torso with your elbow in response.

His free hand reaches under your Sanrio tank top to pinch your nipple, rolling the hardening bud in slow circles with his thumb, and earning a quiet yelp from you. He seizes the window of distraction to nudge your legs open again.“stop….channie..m’ busy” you struggle a bit but go completely weak when he plays with your clit, prodding your folds apart with slow dips of his hand, and it’s almost laughable to him how easily you get worked up. A broken moan tumbles from your chest the more Chan toys with you, tuning out every refusal you make as he pumps a couple of fingers in your precious little pussy that he undoubtedly owns. You whine and wriggle even more, trying to run away from his hand before you come on it and inevitably ruin your shorts, but he’s way too strong for you…a thousand times more forceful when he’s feeling extra clingy.

clingy dom Chan makes you feel helpless when he’s like this, using you as an outlet for his affection, and the singular warm body he wants to explore. The more you fight Chan the harder he gets, groaning and grunting indecipherable curses into your skin as he restrains himself from spreading your shaking legs wide open to drive his cock into you until tears run down your gorgeous face.

clingy dom Chan holds out for as long as possible, wanting to make you cum as many times as you can standing up while only riding his hand. you’ve forgotten all about your chore/task, going numb with pleasure as his skilled fingers brush against your tight walls, hitting every familiar sweet spot you have, and his palm consistently slapping on your clit with every re-entry he makes. he listens to each quivering moan you let out, every silent sob you choke on, and the logic in his brain gradually shuts off hearing them.

“Don’t wanna cum…h-have to focus…” you stutter out another plea, eyes sliding shut as he slows the pace of his hand to dive deeper into your cunt. you’re not far from cumming, head going fuzzy already, and your body slumping foraaard on the nearest surface. Chan shakes his head at your defeated state, smiling as you ramble on between your moans that you’re busy and he shouldn’t be doing this to you.

clingy dom Chan pulls you upright with a firm hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to steal your breath away as your head falls back onto his bare shoulder. “need to use you…it won’t take long I promise, sweetheart..” he breathes into your ear lowly, placing a kiss behind it when you shudder at the sound of his voice, and your hands gripping at his veiny arms in an attempt to pry him off your body.. it’s no use though…Chan automatically has the upper hand. you can feel every fluctuating muscle he has, the gentle force he imposes on your smaller body to take whatever he wants, and you whimper pathetically at the feeling.

clingy dom Chan drags you to the living room, pushing you to lay down underneath him in one fluid motion, and you yelp from subtle roughness, but welcome his presence on top of you. his eyes study your features, cherishing the adoration in your eyes even when he’s uncontrollably attached to you.

clingy dom Chan is partial to messy open mouthed kisses. You’re willing to fight him then, trying to win dominance over his tongue, but failing miserably as he sucks on yours and groans at the taste of you. he’s careful to remove your shorts, tossing them to the floor without breaking away from the kiss once, all the while lowering the band of his grey sweats and boxers to free his aching cock.

clingy dom Chan doesn’t warn you when he slips inside you in one defined thrust, consequently thrashing his tip into your cervix head on, and earning a muffled cry from you. it hurts being stretched to fit him despite being prepped seconds before, but tears still gather at the corner of your eyes as he pulls out just far enough for the head of his cock to settle in your dripping entrance. “fuck, you feel amazing…” Chan moans when you clench around his leaking slit, slamming back into your eager cunt with the same force from earlier, and you let the tears fall as the sharp pain morphs into an electrifying jab of satisfaction.

clingy dom Chan loses himself in your cunt, snapping his hips at a precise pace, and drinking in all the reactions you give every time his cock spilts you open. you’re drooling as the knot in your tummy winds tighter with each thrust, head rolling from one side to the next as tears blur your vision, and Chan bites out a string of apologies as he fucks you harder. he doesn’t mean to overwhelm you, has no intention to make you cry like this, but he can’t help it…”m’ sorry princess…daddy’s almost there…just a bit more and I’ll make you nice and full with my cum..” he praises you, kissing your parted lips as a mirage of cries leave them, and the tension in your body is begs to unfold for him.

clingy dom Chan is incredibly vocal, almost whining in your ear as his thrusts get sloppier, and your fingers intertwine with his on either side of where your head lays. you squeeze his hand tightly, a blush flooding your damp cheeks as your creamy cunt invites his twitching length in one last time before coating it with a healthy sheen of cum. you’re unable to voice a warning to him, manicured nails digging into the back of his hand as your climax comes crashing down on you at the speed of light, and Chan gives you a deliberately aggressive stroke as a punishment.

“fuck I’m sorry daddy!…” you cry out, a soft sob following your apology as he abuses your sensitive core. He drags your interlocked hands above your head, forcing them to stay there as he coaxes another orgasm out of you, “sorry or not…you’re gonna cum again as many times as I want now..” he groans from deep within his chest.

clingy dom Chan does just that, even after he’s fucked one load of his cum into you after the next. you’re left to take it -at his complete mercy. no amount of your crying, running, and begging makes him stop. He forgets his promise to let you go, purely invested in making you regret coming without his explicit permission for hours on end.

This was a quick thought so I’m sorry for the lack of plot… 🖤

BONUS CONTENT+

Credits to the owner also IM SORRY NOT SORRY FOR THE AUDIO LMAO 🖤

[pandajaye]

🍉

[pandajaye]

Change of Heart 

synopsis: you and enji agreed to have a strictly professional relationship, but after an evening together, enji has other plans in mind. 

warnings: dark content, dubcon, coercion, rough sex, oral sex , tipsy reader, power imbalance, implied age gap, escort au, reader is called a slut once 

word count: 5k

disclaimer: this was written w a black fem reader in mind, also it contains nsfw content so MDNI (18+)

You looked out the window at the twinkling city lights that meshed together and decorated the skyscraper buildings that passed by in a blur. It was rare for you to be in the midst of the city due to its expense, so on the rare occasion you had to bask in its radiance, you were going to. The sole reason why you were granted this sight was thanks to the man beside you.

You were hired to accompany the infamous, Enji Todoroki, to a charity gala. His proposal came as a shock, not expecting such a revered businessman to employ you, much less to be his date for the night. However, the contract he presented offered a generous amount of money which was enough to wipe away any doubts, but being invited to such a high-end event knotted your stomach with worries and moistened your palms.

You were plagued with everything that could go wrong. How it would be such a huge scandal if the truth of your relationship was exposed, but as the night drew on, you realized that the worry and anxiety that occupied your body earlier was all for nothing. The chemistry you shared was amazing, allowing the both of you to work exceedingly well together, and made your interactions so effortless and languid. Not requiring any second-guessing. If you were an outsider, you would have been tricked into believing that you and Enji were a real, happy, and loving couple, but you knew the truth.

You turned your head to take in the man seated beside you, who was already watching you with an unknown look in his eyes.

The corner of your mouth pulled at the sight of him as your head tilted curiously, “what?” you playfully questioned, wondering why he was staring at you so intently.

He paused for a moment, taking you in fully in the dim lighting, “you look breathtaking.”

Keep reading

[pandajaye]

𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!housekeeper!reader, this is a dark fic, dub con, power imbalance, suggested age gap, rough sex, gagging, creampie / basically forced breeding, enji is a big meanie, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ dabi was supposed to be my first mha character but daddy won sorry. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

for once, during your shifts in the Todoroki household, you were breathing easy. you hum, quietly to yourself, as you scrub each dish, before rinsing the suds away to stack it in the draining rack. usually, you were already aching, with your face shoved in a couch cushion with your ass in the air, taking whatever Enji felt like you deserved that day. more often than not, you’d be crying by the time he finished, and tossed you into the floor like a discarded cumrag, smelling like him and shuddering. you told yourself you only kept coming back because you needed the money, but there were other jobs out there. nicer families to work for.

it was the fear that had a grip on you.

when Enji would bark your name, you would always freeze. he only ever acknowledged you when he needed someone to drain his balls anyways, so you knew what you would be doing for the next hour or so.

you were glad that ( it seemed like ) today would be easier on your body than normal. Enji hadn’t left his bedroom yet, and you were almost finished with the dishes. you had to mop the floors and tidy up the bedrooms, and then you could finally leave.

but the running water in the sink silences his usually too-heavy-to-miss footsteps, and you had no idea Enji was coming until you felt his warmth radiating against your back and your eyes widen. “M—Mister Todoroki, I didn’t hear you come i—“

“Stick your little ass out more,” he rasped, one massive hand pawing at your waist, thumb digging into your tummy to bend you into an arch, and you whine as you comply, gripping the platter tight in one hand and the sponge in the other, “the hell ‘m I paying you so goddamn much for, again? There’s cheaper housemaids, you know.”

“S—sir—“

his free hand hooks around your throat and guides your head back to rest the crown against his sternum, pretzeling you into an unnatural S shape and you cower below his massive form. the expanse of his chest seems miles long from this angle, his harsh features twisted into a wicked scowl. you squint, trying not to lock on to his furious eyes, and stared at his mouth instead. “P—please—“

Enji doesn’t even hear your pathetic, little plea, pushing his gargantuan body against yours, he pins you to the countertop, knocking the breath out of you.

“You’re a tight, little cocksleeve, so you’re worth just a little bit more than those old bags that clean twice as good as you do.” he snarls, hunching over to smear his open mouth over your forehead, and a wave of hot breath tickles your countenance, “but you’d better remember that and start acting like the pricey, set of fuckholes you are. If your back’s not arched, and that ass isn’t on display for me at all times going forward, I’m gonna start cutting your pay. You’ll take twice the cock, though. Am I clear?”

with your bottom lip trembling, you nod with wide eyes, holding the plate closer to your chest. you weren’t sure why you still gripped it, other than you simply needed something to hold on to, something to use as a shield, even if it was a useless one.

Enji quirked a brow, tilted his head of one side, and skewed his lips to bare his teeth. “My question requires a verbal response, whore.”

eyes big and nervous, you release the plate and sponge and allow them to slip back into the soapy water, splashing your top as they do so, but you try to wrap your smaller hands around his forearm when you feel his fingers wanting to tighten around your neck, threatening for you to submit to him or face the severe consequences. “Y—yes sir!” you stammer, holding on to the hardest muscle you’ve ever felt contract under your fingertips.

the hand on your waist careens downward and forces its way between your thighs, and you squirm when calloused fingertips, as rough as sandpaper, rub hard against your panties, “I thought I told you about this, too.” he hisses, coaxing a damp patch against his fingers as he kneads your sensitive sex through the lingerie. you whimper; Enji had made it beyond clear— panties were forbidden. that way, he could easily bend you over any piece of furniture in his home and fuck you without the irritation of having to strip you first. but the skirt he demanded you wear as part of your uniform was much too short, and when you scrubbed the floors on your hands and knees, if you weren’t wearing anything underneath, every inch of your most vulnerable section was exposed. you were embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, wriggling atop his hand. even though he’s much too rough with your softer, more fragile body, it reacts by pooling slick, attempting to ease the friction he’s causing. “T—the skirt is just so short, I—“

“How many times?” he barks, effectively shutting you up as he wraps his fist around the waistband, “How many times have I had to rip them off of you?”

a soft plea for mercy dies on your tongue. a lot. so many times that you were running out of undies. “T—too many…”

with one, brisk jerk, he’s shredded the fabric, pulling the wad of damp cotton from between your legs in his fist. your body’s jostled by the force, and you gasp, knocked off balance, but pinned too tight against the sink to fall.

“And you still wore them today?”

“I won’t wear them anymore,” you add in a desperate breath. “I— I promise I won’t, p— please don’t be angry with me, I’ll be goo—!“ you were tripping over your own words, terrified of what he had in mind for a punishment. his voice was husky and diabolically low, all of his muscles taut, and you were most afraid of being on the receiving end of his strength if he took the notion to strangle you; you were in a most compromising position. however, your promise to behave is cut off as he jams your own, tattered panties into your mouth, using his thick, long digits to shove the fabric all the way to the back of your throat, and your bargaining melts into a helpless gurgling. the tips of his fingers tease the gag reflex he knew was there, and your eyes well up with tears as you stare up at him, attempting ( and failing ) to push the lingerie out with your tongue. it was only after he pulled his fingers free that you bite down on the underwear, and taste yourself.

“I don’t have the time to punish you properly,” he growls, shoving you further over the sink. you’re swept off your feet, and they dangle a few inches from the floor, the very tips of your toes barely dragging against it, hands scrambling to find solidity, and planting your palms against the bottom of the sink, soapy water sloshing, soaking your shirt, overflowing into the floor. “I’ve got somewhere to be, but, I need a fuck first.” the way he said it made your stomach turn. he wasn’t asking. he wasn’t even trying to pretend that you had a say in what he did with your body. he reaches between your bodies to retrieve his cock, which you are not surprised is already solid and mighty ( you swore he was hard every time he got the chance to degrade you ), and without so much as a moment for you to suck in a breath and prepare yourself, he forces his way inside.

he was so fucking big.

you whimper, blinking back tears. had you not been gagged with your own panties, you would’ve screamed. no matter how many times he used you, your body never adjusted to just how thick he was. your walls have no choice but to stretch to their limit, kissing every angry vein, sealing around his base when he bottoms out. you swear, with the force he likes to drive himself into you, and his impossible size, he must not care if he bursts through your belly. it definitely felt like he might— there was a distinct pressure against your lower abdomen, and you knew that had you not been smushed against the countertop, the shape of his cock would bulge against your navel.

Enji groans, dropping his head back. “You’ve still got the tightest cunt I’ve ever conquered,” he may have meant it as a compliment, but you could do very little besides yowl through your gag and kick your feet as he pounds you, hard and fast, desperately trying to find something to hold on to that wasn’t water, “she never quite gets used to my cock, does she? Still too big for her?” you could hear the splashing as the dishwater rains down on the floor, and you knew that once he was done with you, you would still have to clean up the mess he was making.

nodding, you try to reach both hands down between your legs, instead. you couldn’t pull him out, you knew that, but you could try and soothe your poor, abused sex by cupping it with one hand, your other trying to push against his herculean thigh in hopes to slow him down.

“Good,” he grunts, releasing your throat and grabbing both of your arms at the elbows, jerking your hands away from your own body. with a pitiful whine, you clench your fists as he wrenches your arms back, and uses the new leverage to toss you back and forth, meeting his merciless fucking, “the way you clench when you’re trying to handle my cock…” leaning with all of his weight against your back, he pants into the shell of your ear, “it only makes me want to fuck your useless, little brains out. Harder, and faster.” each word is emphasized as he does just that, pounding you so brutally that you see stars behind your eyelids, shaking you back and forth violently— to the point it made you lightheaded. you squeal and beg and choke on your gag, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, tears on your cheeks.

you didn’t want to admit it ( and couldn’t, even if you wanted to ), but the constant battering of his thick tip into a cluster of delicate nerves had driven you over the edge. it was relentless, the way he destroyed your body and your mind; each time his cock hit the bundle in you, your eyelids fluttered, and your brain turned to mush.

somewhere amidst the cruel and bestial assault, you’d dropped off. you fell apart, legs shaking and core pulsing, milking him more fervently, until you gave into the intensity of the orgasm and your eyes rolled back.

he saw this, and moaned in approval, “Don’t black out, slut. I’m about to flood your guts.” his cock was throbbing when he gave you his deepest, hardest thrusts. you yelp in protest when the head of his cock bumps your cervix, but you could do absolutely nothing to stop it, not with the mountainous man holding you down with every last ounce of his weight. you simply had to take the pressure, and rope after rope of warmth that he shoots into you. your toes curl when he pulls back to slam himself home one last time, and the last few spurts of his release dribble out of your quivering hole when he pulls out.

letting go of your arms and stepping back, he tucks himself back into his uniform as you collapse. first, into the sink, and then, when your feet hit the floor, your knees buckle and you slide into a trembling, messy heap in the floor. you can feel the puddle of soapy water under your bum, it’s soaked the rug, too. exhausted, panting, with your thighs vibrating and your sex clenching uncontrollably, you sag against the side of the cabinet door. you shy closer to it, trying to meld into the wooden panel when Enji steps closer, and grabs your chin to tilt it up. your panties still lodged in your mouth, you look up at him with glassy eyes, wincing at his very touch.

“You’re staying late tonight, after you’ve finished your cleaning duties I want you to wait for me to come home and ruin you again, on your knees by the door like a proper whore.” he says, in a matter-of-fact baritone. you nod slowly.

you were, once again, fucked into complete obedience.

[pandajaye]

HEAT • e. todoroki •°. *࿐

warnings: stepcest, periods, period sex, fingering, infidelity (not really dwelled upon), use of “daddy”, enji is a human heating pad *1.3k words

notes: its about to be that time of the month *sob sob* and i am in a bad brain mood that makes me wanna do nothing except cuddle with my heating pad so here we are! manga cap colored n edited by moi (*꒦ິ³꒦ີ)

Enji hates seeing you like this, his little angel, overtaken by fatigue and pain. You’ve been lounging on the couch for most of the day, moving from one position to another in hopes of finding temporary relief. Enji had been eyeing the calendar in preparation, picking a few things up from the nearby store so that you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head.

But soft silicon discs and organic chocolate can only do so much. You keep swapping out your heating pad for the full heated blanket, keep curling up only to get up and walk around, and Enji can only take so much whining. It’s not that he’s irritated—never with you—he just hates seeing you in pain.

“Come here, baby,” he sighs, taking a seat on the far end of the couch and patting one of his humongous thighs.

You look at him with a hesitant sort of hope, “are you sure, daddy?” waiting for him to nod before scrambling over and slotting yourself on his lap.

You sit facing him, chest to chest, your head resting on his burly shoulder as Enji allows his hands to heat up. He slips them under your threadbare shirt, placing them on the small of your back just over your kidneys. Your relieved sigh comes out as more of a moan, your body melting against his.

Enji has gotten better about keeping his hands off of you, his precious step-daughter. What started as a curiosity turned into an accident that formed a habit. A very bad habit. It isn’t illegal. You’re in your twenties for Christ’s sake. But, it isn’t right. Enji shouldn’t be touching you like this. But, you want him to, especially on days like this.

“I know you’re the number one hero n’ all,” you hum, nuzzling against his throat, “and your job is to fight villains, but… I think your true calling is period relief.”

Enji laughs deeply, slowly working his thumbs into your back. “I don’t do this for just anyone, you know.”

“I know, I know.” You place a feather light kiss to his neck, and Enji damns himself when he feels his cock twitch under you. “Just saying. If hero work doesn’t pan out…”

He doesn’t respond, trying to stay in his right mind as you shift over him. You get comfortable where you lean against him, legs parted on either side of him, and for a little while Enji just sits and watches the asinine drama you have playing on the TV, rubbing small circles into your muscles.

It isn’t like he’s had these feelings since you were young. You and your mother came into his life when you were nearly 18 already, and his mind didn’t start betraying him until a few years after that. Enji isn’t sure if it’s the slew of worthless boys you keep bringing around to meet him, the constant threats on your life, or his own struggle with mortality, but something has Enji going a little crazy in recent months. Something is giving him an insatiable need to protect and take care of you. To make you his.

He doesn’t look at you the same way he looks at his other children, nor does he see you the same way he saw Rei or how he sees your mother. You're something else entirely. Quirkless but fearless, a force to be reckoned with yet so easy to be brought to your knees when it’s your dear daddy asking.

It was just a one time thing when you came home crying after a break up and Enji helped you forget about that stupid boy. Just a special occasion when you got all dressed up for the gala and Enji took you in your bedroom after everyone else had gone ahead. And, all the nights he saunters into your room while you’re knuckle deep in your pussy, trying so hard to get yourself off—that’s just so you can both get some rest. He doesn’t want you like that because it would be wrong. No way for the Number One hero to behave or think. They’re just little lapses in judgment here and there.

“Daddy?”

Enji grunts in response, toes curling at the sound of your voice cooing such a suggestively innocent title.

“Still hurts,” you whisper.

He warms his hands against your back a bit more, palms probably an uncomfortable temperature to anyone who isn’t seeking heat therapy.

“Any better?”

You shake your head, rubbing your face back and forth into his neck. “Inside. It’s…” He can hear your teeth slide against one another as you clench your jaw tightly. “Just hurts.”

He feels the way you spread your legs further, bearing down on him. It isn’t subtle. You may not be saying it with your mouth, but you’re all but rubbing your covered pussy over his hardening cock, a silent plea.

“You think that’ll help?” Enji questions, well aware of his baritone voice and the effect it has on you.

You shiver in his lap and nod. “S’long as you’re gentle.”

Tilting his head to the side, he guides your chin on his shoulder until you’re eye to eye with one another. “Aren’t I always?” Enji hasn’t always been known to be a soft man. In fact, his reputation has always been about being cruel, harsh, with no room for mercy. Things change over time, though, and even if they hadn’t, you would be the exception.

He helps you off of him so that you can shimmy out of your cloth shorts and panties. You tell him these are special made for periods, to absorb blood, “but if you want me to put a disc in really quick…”

Enji hushes you, fighting not to roll his eyes. “I’m not scared of a little blood, honey.”

To prove his point, he guides you back to his lap, slipping two thick fingers between your folds. Enji doesn’t push them further, just gathers the warm fluid coating your lips, teasing your hole with it. You grip his shoulders, face scrunched up.

“I’m going to give you one now, hm?” he warns, slowly delving his middle finger into the heat of your cunt. You take him easily, aided by your arousal and blood. As promised, Enji is slow and careful as he stretches you, watching for your expression to relax before adding his second finger.

“Alright, turn around, sweet girl,” he softly commands, waiting for you to face outward before guiding your hips down to meet his. Your body tenses when his fat cockhead slips into you, and Enji holds still so that you can adjust to his size. He lets you set the pace from there, delighting in the way that you slowly ease yourself down on his cock. Little by little, inch by inch, your walls spasming around his length until you settle right in his lap.

You let out a shaky breath, legs trembling, but it all goes away when Enji ushers you to his chest, letting you lean back as he places his hot hands over the lower part of your tummy. The angle has his cock pressed against your front wall, spongy tissue swelling around him, and just like that you find your relief.

“Feels so much better,” you say. Your voice isn’t slurred or all pleasure-rich despite Enji being able to feel your body’s reaction to him. No, you are content, at peace after a full day of discomfort.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod and giggle, “need to remember this for next time. Who needs Midol when I can just have this cock?”

Enji groans, shifting his hips to push his tip straight against your cervix.

“You can have it whenever you need, angel,” he mutters, brushing his lips over your shoulder and expertly kneading the tender skin of your hips. “Just say the word and daddy will come to your rescue.”

2023 ©️shidou-x. please do not plagiarize or repost my work in any other platforms.