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[mriciov]

# SAUNA , media mañana .

si habia alguna indicación sobre no tener los móviles dentro del cubículo, los ha ignorado adrede. portugués fluye en conversación, poniendose al día & despidiendose de sus hijos, antes de colgar. envuelve el movil en la toalla al lado, sumergiendose nuevamente en el vapor, siendo otra toalla la que cubre lo inferior a su torso. ' lo lamento — , pero volverá a suceder. ' recita, viendo de soslayo a contrarie, en caso quiera mas tranquilidad, privacidad, deberá cambiarse de cubículo, pues movil no tardaría en volver a sonar.

[loveonair]

“     dinamay   mo   pa   magulang   ko     ,     ”     rui   scoffed     ,     turning   on   his   seat   to   properly   look   at   the   woman     (     @lovesboat     )     accusing   him   of   ghosting   her     .     if   this   was   going   to   be   the   highlight   of   his   day     ,     then   so   be   it     .     he   had   the   entire   evening   to   prove   his   innocence—   he   was   definitely   the   last   person   on   planet   earth   to   even   dive   into   dating   apps     .     he   didn't   need   it     .     “     i   swear   i'm   telling   the   truth     ,     i   wouldn't   joke   about   this     ,     ”     he   took   a   long   swig   from   his   cup     .     “     i've   never   used   dating   apps   before     ,     posible   ba   na   you   got   catfished   or   something     ?     ”     that   was   a   horrible   scenario   because   that   would   mean   that   someone     ,     a   stranger     ,     used   his   identity     .     “     check   mo   pa   phone   ko   or   better   yet   if   you   have   my   number     ,     tawagan   mo   ko     ?     ”

[cravemorearchives]

“    i    don’t    care    if    they    hear    us    downstairs    …    i    need    you.    ”    annoying,    but    true.

[killdivine]

Chunhua was away with her father at the moment, visiting his sister. Her clever clever girl, had become so taken by the details of her lineage, and begged to go with him. Tamaska and Jianyu busy themselves with play, and Aiyana- now old enough to recognize her mother is not a stranger... sits in her lap. Watching Tama with wide unblinking eyes, not uttering a single word. " I'm sure the kids would appreciate it as much as I would. You were away so long; there's been a new addition to our family see? " a hand gently brushing over her daughter's hair. Who seems utterly amazed at the sight of so many tails fanned out before her. " Atticus is fine; away with Chunhua handling some family matters... Hm.. how long will you be staying? " / @infell

[lethalties]

“    i    don’t    think    i’ve    ever    seen    you    finish    so    hard    —    i    think    you’re    gonna    need    more    than    fifteen    minutes    for    round    two.    ” / @ardentluv

[solefi]

All of you, Always

𓂃𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

| 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

〻(muse.) lee heeseung

〻(wc.) 5.2k

〻(genre.) smut. non idol! au.

〻(cont.) fem! reader. description of female anatomy. unprotected sex. kissing. oral sex (male receiving). cum eating (reader swallows). creampie. overstimulation. praise. switch! heeseung. slightly subby hee. reader wants to please hee. riding. couch sex. soft sex.

They were supposed to go out. Dinner reservations, cute outfits—a normal night like any other couple. Instead, she ends up in her boyfriend’s lap wrapped around his cock. Then again, with the way every one of their dates ends up exactly like this, did they really miss anything?

The door clicks shut softly behind you.

You slip out of your heels at the entryway, leaving them next to Heeseung’s worn sneakers. For a moment, your heart squeezes at the sight: your shoes and his, side by side like they belong together.

Like you belong here.

You let yourself pretend, just for a heartbeat, that this is your shared home. Pretend he’s your husband waiting in the next room, pretend you’re walking into the rest of your life.

‘One day’, you think with a smile.

Your white maxi skirt brushes your ankles as you pad barefoot down the hallway. The fabric hugs your hips and waist, the soft tube top above showing off your shoulders, your belly, your curves—you know he’ll notice. He always does.

You knock softly on the closed studio door, smiling to yourself. A beat later, his voice—warm, a little distracted—floats through.

“Come in, baby.”

You open the door and step inside. The studio is dim, cozy—monitors glowing, fairy lights casting a soft haze over the cluttered space.

Heeseung’s hunched over the mixing board, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, brows furrowed in concentration. He turns when he hears you, and when he sees you his whole face lights up.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower just for you.

You cross the room to him without hesitation, your skirt swishing softly around your legs.

He rises halfway from his chair, meeting you for a kiss — slow, sweet, a lingering brush of lips that feels like sinking into something warm and endless.

His hands skim over your waist, squeezing lightly, like he needs to reassure himself that you’re real.

“Missed you,” he says against your mouth.

“Missed you too, Hee,” you whisper back.

He pulls back just enough to grin at you—soft, a little smug, eyes dipping down to drink you in.

You see the way his gaze catches on the sliver of skin showing between your top and skirt, the way his fingers flex like he’s fighting the urge to touch.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, almost to himself.

You laugh, cheeks heating, and tap his chest lightly.

“You wanted to show me something?”

“Yeah,” he says, snapping out of his daze. “New track. Just finished it.”

He sits back down and pulls you into his lap without a second thought, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, the other resting lazily on your thigh—his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over your skin.

You melt against him, arms looping around his neck, your chest pressed flush to his.

You can feel his heartbeat, quick and steady beneath your palm.

The track starts—a low, throbbing beat, thick with bass and lazy synths.

It’s sexy, smoky, the kind of song that makes your body want to move without thinking. Heat coils low in your stomach instantly. 

You tilt your head, giving him a playful look.

“It’s hot,” you murmur.

Heeseung grins, cocky and shy all at once.

“Made it thinking about you.”

Your stomach flips. You kiss him, just a quick press of lips that isn’t nearly enough, and before you know it, you’re kissing him again.

Slower. Deeper.

Your fingers threading into the messy strands of his hair, tugging gently. Heeseung hums against your mouth, hand squeezing your thigh a little harder.

The beat plays on, slow and grinding, a rhythm that sinks into your bones.

You start to move—tiny shifts of your hips in his lap, not even thinking about it. Just wanting to feel more of him, wanting to give more of yourself.

His breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, over his stubbled chin, down the column of his throat.

You find the spot just behind his ear you know drives him crazy, and suck lightly at the skin there, your teeth grazing his earlobe.

He shudders beneath you, hips jerking up instinctively.

“Baby,” he groans, voice wrecked already. “You’re playing dirty.”

You smile against his neck, smug and sweet.

His hand moves up, sliding over your skirt, fingertips ghosting over the soft skin of your thigh, your hip, your waist—his touches light and teasing, but filled with a promise you know too well.

“Can’t help it,” you whisper. “You make it so easy.”

Heeseung laughs—low and breathless—and captures your mouth in another kiss, rougher this time, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

You’re dizzy with it—the taste of him, the feel of his body under yours, the sound of his music wrapping around you both like a spell.

Heeseung leans back in his chair slightly, dragging you even closer onto his lap.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh now, hot and demanding through the fabric of his sweats.

“You feel that, pretty girl?” he murmurs against your mouth. “You do that to me.”

His hands trail down your body — tracing the curve of your waist, the soft dip of your exposed belly button and the flare of your hips over the tight fabric of your skirt.

You whimper, grinding down just slightly—enough to make you both gasp. Heeseung growls softly, gripping your hips to hold you still.

“Fuck,” he breathes.“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck you right here, baby.”

You blink down at him, pupils blown wide, heart hammering.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you whisper back.

Heeseung stares at you for a second—like you’ve just undone every bit of his control—and then he’s standing, sweeping you up in his arms so fast you squeal.

One of his arms hooks under your thighs, the other around your back, lifting you off like you weigh nothing. 

The world tilts as he turns, heading toward the back of the studio — toward the worn, familiar couch tucked against the wall. 

The one that’s seen its share of late nights and lazy, heated sessions, and that’s about to witness another.

He sets you down in front of it carefully, but he doesn’t let go. Not even for a second.

His hands roam — reverent, greedy — tracing up your sides, over the curve of your waist, along the bare skin peeking out between your top and skirt.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, voice wrecked.

And then slowly, teasingly, he reaches for the hem of your white tube top.

His fingertips skim up your sides, dragging the fabric higher, baring more and more skin as he goes.

You lift your arms obediently, heart pounding, and Heeseung peels the top off you, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.

His eyes darken immediately.

You’re not wearing a bra, just delicate little silicone pasties covering your nipples—a teasing, playful barrier he hadn’t expected.

Heeseung’s throat works as he swallows hard, chest rising and falling faster.

“Fuck,” he whispers, voice laced with awe. “Baby…”

You smile, slow and mischievous, and reach up, peeling the pasties off one by one—teasing, slow—watching the way his gaze tracks every movement, hungry and helpless.

When your bare breasts are finally exposed to him, Heeseung lets out a heavy, shaky breath, like he’s trying—and failing—to hold himself back.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, hands finding your waist again, sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing softly over your nipples, pulling a breathy moan from you. Heeseung groans, deep in his chest, thumbs circling, caressing, worshipping.

“My beautiful, perfect girl.” he murmurs.

You arch into his hands instinctively, chasing his touch, and he rewards you with a lazy, heated kiss, tongue teasing yours, slow and filthy.

When he finally moves again, it’s to sink down to his knees in front of you, hands finding the waistband of your skirt.

“Been thinking about this since I saw you,” he admits, voice hoarse. “Peeling this off. Seeing what’s mine.”

He presses a kiss to your belly button, making you both chuckle a little. He drags the skirt down slowly—agonizingly slow—his palms tracing the curves of your hips, your thighs, as he goes.

The skirt falls to the floor in a soft puddle around your ankles.

You stand there now in just a simple pair of white panties—sweet, delicate, almost innocent—and Heeseung visibly twitches in his sweats at the sight of you.

You bite your lip, feeling a wicked thrill pulse through you.

You can see the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants—see how much he wants you, how much he’s holding back for you.

“See what you do to me, pretty girl?” he rasps, running his hands slowly up your calves, your knees, your thighs—every touch a brand, every inch a silent worship.

You reach for him, fingers curling into the front of his hoodie, tugging him closer.

“Show me, Hee,” you whisper.

His eyes flash—dark, dangerous, beautiful—and he surges up, capturing your mouth in a desperate, bruising kiss.

Heeseung’s hands roam everywhere at once—cupping your breasts, gripping your thighs, sliding under your panties to palm the heat between your legs.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he growls against your mouth, fingers teasing your slit,making you gasp and writhe under him.

“All this,” he whispers, dragging his fingers up to rub slow circles against your clit, “just for me?”

“Always,” you whimper, with a dazed smile.

Heeseung smiles and leans in, nipping your jaw lightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Heeseung whispers, voice rough and low, his hands warm and possessive, now on your thighs.

But he doesn’t move to undress yet.

No—he stays fully clothed, looming over you, looking down at you like he’s starving.

And you know him well enough to recognize that glint in his eyes—the one that means he wants devour you.

He leads you to sit on the couch and leans in, mouth finding your breast—and for a moment, he just breathes you in, his nose brushing the curve of your skin, his lips ghosting over the soft swell.

Then he kisses you there: open-mouthed, wet, hungry, but not hurried. Never hurried.

Heeseung savors you, dragging his mouth across your breast, tasting every inch, pressing kisses along the delicate slope before finally closing his lips around your nipple.

You gasp, arching up into him instinctively.

His tongue flicks softly at first—light, teasing laps that make you whine—then he sucks harder, pulling your nipple into the hot, wet heat of his mouth, rolling it gently between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging helplessly.

Heeseung hums against your skin—a deep, pleased sound that vibrates through your chest—then moves to your other breast, giving it the same slow, worshipful attention.

He suckles, slow and filthy, hands squeezing your waist, your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself.

“You taste so good everywhere,” he murmurs against you, the vibrations of his voice shooting straight down between your legs.

You can feel your panties sticking to you now, wet and clinging, and you know he feels it too—his hands sliding lower, thumbs brushing just under the waistband teasingly, making you writhe.

Then, without a word, Heeseung drops to his knees again, kneeling between your spread thighs like you’re something holy.

His hands slide up your thigh slowly, thumbs pressing gently into the soft flesh as he takes it and spreads it as he leans in.

And then he kisses you right over the wet fabric of your panties. A gasp rips from your throat, sharp and desperate.

Heeseung groans softly, mouthing at your clothed pussy, his tongue dragging a slow, lazy stripe over the soaked cotton, making sure you feel everything through the thin barrier.

You whimper, hips bucking up into his mouth, but he just holds you down, big hands pressing into your thighs, keeping you still, helpless under his teasing.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs against you, breath hot and damp.

“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping through your panties.” You feel him smirk against you—‘cocky bastard’ you think—and then he licks a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit, pressing his mouth against the fabric like he wants to taste you through it.

You whimper his name, hips grinding against his mouth desperate for more. Heeseung chuckles—low and sinful—and pulls back just enough to admire the growing wet patch between your legs.

“Look at this,” he murmurs, voice thick with need. “All for me.”

You can barely breathe—barely think—and he’s still fully dressed, still teasing, still completely in control.

You reach for him blindly, tugging at the hem of his hoodie.

“Off,” you plead, lust lacing your words. “Please, Hee… want you.”

Heeseung’s eyes darken even further, and finally, finally, he relents.

“Anything for you, pretty girl,” he says, voice pure filth wrapped in velvet.

He stands up slowly, grabbing the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off in one smooth motion—baring his lean, strong torso to you, the faint lines of his abs flexing as he moves.

You see the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, the flushed heat spreading across his chest.

Next, his sweats—he pushes them down, revealing his cock, thick and flushed, curved up toward his belly, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Heeseung stands over you, fully naked now, chest heaving, cock flushed and leaking, and you can’t help it—your mouth waters at the sight of him.

You sit up slowly, feeling the heat between your legs throb with need, but right now, you want him to fall apart first.

Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock—hot, thick, pulsing under your touch—and Heeseung hisses between his teeth, hips jerking slightly.

“Baby…” he groans, voice strained, his hand instinctively finding the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair, grounding himself against the overwhelming need clawing through him.

You look up at him through your lashes, catching the wild, glassy look in his dark eyes—and then you lean forward and press a soft, tender kiss to the leaking tip of his cock.

Heeseung shudders violently, a broken sound escaping his throat.

“Fuck, baby—”

You smile and then drag your tongue in a long, slow stripe from the very base of his shaft all the way up to the head, lapping at the bead of pre-cum there like you’re savoring the taste of him.

Heeseung’s fingers tighten in your hair, a ragged breath tearing from his chest.

“God, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, hips twitching helplessly.

You hum against him, then part your lips and take him into your mouth—slowly, teasingly, letting the thick head of his cock glide over your tongue, feeling the heavy weight of him stretch your mouth deliciously.

Heeseung groans—a deep, helpless sound that makes you clench around nothing.

He’s trying so hard to stay still, trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth like he’s desperate to.

You take him deeper, inch by inch, feeling the slick, heated slide of his cock over your tongue, down your throat.

Your jaw aches slightly, but you don’t care—you want him, want all of him, want to taste and feel and ruin him.

His hand cradles the back of your head tenderly, thumb stroking the side of your neck, his body trembling under your worship.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he moans, his voice a wrecked, broken thing. “Taking me so good. Ah-!”

You bob your head slowly, building a lazy, messy rhythm, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock every time you pull back.

Drool slips from the corner of your mouth, slicking his shaft, and Heeseung swears under his breath, his hips giving tiny, helpless thrusts he can’t seem to control anymore.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he gasps, warning you, giving you the chance to pull away—but you don’t.

You dig your nails into his thighs. You take him deeper, suck harder—own the way he falls apart for you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Heeseung moans, thighs trembling, and then he’s spilling into your mouth, hot and thick and overwhelming.

You hold him deep, swallowing every drop, feeling him pulse and jerk on your tongue, listening to the desperate, broken sounds he makes as you milk him through it.

When he finally stills, panting like he just ran a marathon, you pull back slightly, opening your mouth wide—showing him his release pooling in your mouth, mixing with your saliva. 

You swirl it with your tongue. Heeseung groans, low and filthy, eyes dark and blown wide with lust and awe.

“Jesus, baby,” he chokes out. “You’re fucking perfect.”

You hold his gaze, smiling around the filthy mess he gave you—and then you swallow, slow and deliberate, throat working visibly.

Heeseung watches you like he’s ready to fall to his knees.

“Come here,” he rasps, grabbing your face in both hands, pulling you up into a messy, hungry kiss—almost like he needs to taste himself on your lips, like he can’t stand another second without you.

The kiss is filthy; wet and open-mouthed and desperate, his tongue tangling with yours, his body shuddering against you.

Heeseung breaks the kiss first—panting against your lips, trembling slightly. His hands roam your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like he needs to touch every inch of you to believe you’re real.

He moves instinctively to guide you back down onto the couch, trying to lay you out beneath him, to worship you like he promised.

But you don’t let him.

You press your palms flat against his chest, feeling the rapid drum of his heart, and gently push.

Heeseung blinks up at you, dazed, confused, completely gone for you.

You don’t say a word.

You just look at him—eyes dark, lips swollen, body humming with power—and he obeys immediately, sinking back onto the couch with a soft, wrecked sound.

You stand up—barefoot, bare-chested, in nothing but those damp, clinging white panties.

His gaze devours you—moving slowly up the length of your legs, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your breasts.

He looks hungry, helpless, wrecked—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

You turn around slowly—giving him your back—and Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like he’s physically restraining himself from grabbing you.

You glance over your shoulder at him—smirking softly—and then hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Teasing.

You peel the fabric down inch by agonizing inch—over the curve of your ass, your thighs, your knees—moving with a lazy, sensual roll of your hips.

Heeseung’s breath hitches sharply behind you.

You can feel his gaze like a physical caress, heavy and searing on your bare skin.

When the panties slip past your knees, you feel a slick, sticky pull and as the panties slide down, a thin, glistening string of slick stretches from your soaked pussy to the fabric.

You hear it—the broken, helpless sound Heeseung makes.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, voice rough and raw. “Baby…”

You glance back again, catching the way his eyes are locked on the obscene sight, his hands now fisted tight against his thighs, his cock twitching visibly, already painfully hard again.

You let the panties fall to the floor, and step out of them gracefully, kicking them aside.

You don’t rush.

You don’t speak.

You just let him watch—let him see everything—the bare, plump curve of your thighs, the perfect curve of your ass, the slick shining between your legs, all for him.

You reach behind yourself—slowly, lazily—and run your fingers along the inside of your thigh, up to the slick heat between your legs, gathering it on your fingertips deliberately.

Heeseung swears again—a filthy, desperate sound—and you hear the faint thud of his head dropping back against the couch, as if the sight of you is too much to survive.

You turn around slowly to face him—naked, wet, radiant in the soft golden light of the studio—and you see him: completely undone. Eyes blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving.

Heeseung looks at you like you’re a goddess, a dream, something he’s too fucked to deserve but too in love to resist.

“Come here, baby,” he rasps, voice so rough it scrapes the air.

You take your time—walking toward him slowly, hips swaying, slick still shining between your thighs—and watch the way his jaw clenches, his fingers twitching like he’s dying to grab you.

But he doesn’t move.

He lets you come to him.

Lets you keep control, because he wants to see what you’ll do next. Because he trusts you completely. And you’re not done driving him crazy yet.

You climb onto his lap slowly, swinging one leg over him, feeling his hands automatically come to rest on your hips like magnets pulled to steel.

Heeseung looks up at you, flushed, breathless, wrecked.

Like you’re something holy.

Like you’re everything.

You settle onto his thighs, feeling the hard, hot weight of his cock pressing against your soaked folds.

His chest rises and falls quickly under you, every muscle in his lean body tight with restraint, with need.

You lean in, pressing your mouth to his in a messy, hungry kiss. It’s not soft, it’s desperate—tongues tangling, teeth clashing, hands grabbing.

You swallow his gasps, he swallows your whimpers.

It’s filthy and beautiful all at once.

While your mouths stay locked, you start to move your hips—slowly grinding your dripping pussy along his cock, slicking him up, teasing both of you with the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

Heeseung groans into your mouth, his hands flexing on your hips as he fights the urge to thrust up into you.

“Baby…” he breathes, voice cracking. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You keep sliding up and down his length, the heavy weight of him dragging against your clit every time you grind your hips forward, making you gasp into his mouth.

Every pass smears your arousal over his cock, coating him, making him harder, hotter, pulsing between your thighs.

It’s slow torture—for both of you—but you love the way he falls apart under you.

You love how helpless he looks, how beautiful he is when he’s wrecked for you.

Eventually, you pull back from the kiss—panting, both of you dazed and shaking. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth—biting it, tugging it gently—before letting it go with a wet pop.

Heeseung’s eyes flutter closed for a second—like even that small act is enough to destroy him.

You sit up straighter, still grinding lazily, feeling his cock twitch under you.

Then, without breaking eye contact, you reach behind yourself, your fingers wrapping around the slick, hot length of him.

Heeseung’s hips jerk up instinctively, but you press him back down with a hand on his chest, smirking.

“Easy, baby,” you whisper.

Heeseung whines softly—actually whines—and you almost feel bad for how desperate he looks.

Almost.

You line him up with your entrance, the fat, swollen head of his cock pressing against your soaked, aching pussy and you both freeze there for a second, the air thick and electric between you.

You look into his eyes—really look—and see everything: the love, the lust, the devotion, the helpless awe.

And then he whispers.

“I love you,”

His voice rough and raw and so full of everything he is.

It knocks the air from your lungs. The way he says it, like it’s a prayer, like it’s a promise.

You smile, heart splitting wide open, leaning in just enough to press your forehead to his.

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

And then you sink down onto him—slowly, deeply, completely—taking him inside inch by inch, stretching around him, filling yourself with all of him.

You both moan—loud, helpless, raw—clutching at each other like you might fall apart without the connection.

Heeseung’s hands tighten on your hips, but he doesn’t move.

He lets you have this—lets you take him exactly how you want, exactly how you need.

You bottom out, feeling the thick, aching stretch of him seated fully inside you, the way he fits so perfectly it’s almost unbearable.

You stay there for a moment—both of you shaking, gasping, barely holding on—and then you start to move.

Slow.

Lazy.

Sensual.

Grinding your hips in tight circles, rocking up and down on his cock, feeling every thick, delicious drag of him inside you.

Heeseung watches you, completely wrecked and completely in love. He lets you ride him at your own pace, his mouth dropping open in awe every time you sink down onto him again.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes, voice breaking. “So fucking perfect, my love.”

You smile through the haze of heat and pleasure—because he means it. You know he means every single word.

“So you keep saying.”

You ride him slow, deep, deliberate—grinding down onto him with every roll of your hips, taking him deeper than should be possible, making both of you gasp and shudder with every wet, filthy slap of skin on skin.

Heeseung groans beneath you, his head tipping back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to breathe through the pleasure.

His hands can’t stay still.

One slides down — grabbing a handful of your ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, squeezing like he can’t help himself.

The other moves up — cupping your breast, groping shamelessly, thumb flicking across your nipple, making you whimper.

“God, you feel so good,” he pants, eyes glassy and wild, hips jerking up instinctively every time you grind down onto him.

You lean forward, hands braced on his shoulders, grinding your clit against the hard line of his pelvis with every movement, chasing more friction, more heat.

Heeseung surges up slightly—mouth finding your neck—and he kisses you there, messy and wet and hungry.

His tongue drags sloppily over your throat, mouth sucking at the sensitive skin just below your ear, teeth scraping lightly, leaving tingling trails in his wake.

You shiver violently, gasping, riding him harder without meaning to.

You know what he’s doing—know he’s trying to mark you up again, claim you in the most primal way he knows how.

You feel his mouth linger, sucking harder for just a moment, and you slap his shoulder lightly, breathless.

“Hee,” you gasp, half laughing, half moaning. “Don’t leave too many… You know I hate covering them up.”

Heeseung chuckles—low, filthy and so fucking smug.

But he doesn’t pull away.

Instead, he licks the spot he just sucked—tongue slow and hot against your skin—and murmurs against you:

“You look so beautiful wearing my marks, baby.”

You feel it—the deep throb of want at his words—and you clench around him hard, making him groan into your neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against your pulse, voice thick with love and lust and something darker underneath. “Only mine.”

You whimper, riding him faster now, grinding rougher, harder, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort.

The knot in your belly pulls tighter, heat building low and deep, your orgasm coiling inside you like a fuse about to snap.

Heeseung feels the change instantly. The hand playing with your tits slides down until his fingers find your clit.

He rubs tight, fast circles against the swollen bundle of nerves—perfect, relentless pressure—and the sensation is devastating.

You cry out—a raw, broken sound—your body clenching around him so hard he gasps, hips jerking up into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants, eyes locked on yours, voice almost frantic. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna feel you lose it on my cock.”

You grind down harder, chasing the friction, the heat, the desperate need clawing through you.

You’re so close.

You can feel it—your walls fluttering around him, your legs trembling, your mind going white with the overwhelming pleasure building inside you.

Heeseung keeps working your clit, keeps whispering filthy, beautiful things against your skin—and you break.

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave—huge and devastating.

It starts in your pussy—a sharp, blinding pulse deep inside—and then spreads outward, a fiery flood through your thighs, your belly, your chest, your vision blurring around the edges with the force of it.

You cry out, body seizing, back arching—blinded by pleasure, blinded by him.

Your mind whites out for a moment—but even through the shuddering, searing waves of your orgasm, you’re still aware of him underneath you. 

Still aware of Heeseung’s cock, thick and hot, buried deep inside you. Still aware of his desperate moans, the way his hands clutch at your hips, trying to hold on.

You falter — just for a second — hips stuttering as the pleasure overloads you, but you don’t stop.

You refuse to stop.

You force yourself to keep moving—grinding down onto him, riding him through it, milking him with every slow, trembling roll of your hips, even as your own body shudders uncontrollably.

And then you feel it—feel him chasing you into the abyss.

Heeseung’s cock twitches violently inside you, and his breath breaks apart into guttural, frantic moans.

“Baby,” he gasps—voice shredded, desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna cum—”

You clench around him—deliberately—tightening your pussy around his pulsing length, dragging another helpless, broken groan from him.

You feel him jerk, feel the first thick pulse of his orgasm spill into you, hot and overwhelming, flooding you deep inside.

Heeseung cums hard — hips thrusting up helplessly into you, hands fisting in the meat of your hips, trying to anchor himself as you ride him through it.

You don’t let up.

You keep moving, slow and filthy and relentless, grinding down against him, coaxing every last spurt of cum from his cock.

Milking him dry.

You feel every twitch, every pulse—feel the way he tries to thrust up into you weakly, instinctively—feel the way his body trembles under yours, totally undone.

And you match him—your body clenching when he pulls back, relaxing when he pushes in, drawing him deeper, squeezing around him, refusing to let him go until there’s nothing left to give.

It’s too much—for both of you—the overstimulation bordering on unbearable, pleasure bleeding into pain, into something even deeper, even more raw.

Heeseung’s head falls back against the couch, his throat exposed, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes screwed shut as he rides it out.

You shudder through aftershocks, clinging to his shoulders, both of you shaking, sweating, completely ruined together.

Finally—finally—when his last drop is buried inside you, when your bodies can’t handle a second more—you collapse against his chest, trembling, both of you gasping for breath.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you instantly—holding you so tightly it almost hurts—pressing messy, desperate kisses to your hair, your shoulder, your neck.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, voice still wrecked. “I love you so, so much, my love.”

You nuzzle into him, feeling his cum leak slowly from between your thighs, feeling the messy, beautiful reality of what you just did together.

You smile weakly against his skin, your heart swollen and aching with how much you love him.

You don’t say anything.

You don’t have to.

He knows.

And so you stay there—tangled, trembling, filled—as the room hums softly around you, as the studio lights blur in your vision, as the world narrows down to just you and Heeseung, still breathing each other in.

[nanaslutt]

always the hero

ʚ pairing: nanami kento x reader

ʚ cont: fem reader, oral (nanami!r), deep throating, established relationship, kinda sub nanami??

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Once the door clicks shut, the silence that falls is deafening. Nanami is backed up against the door, with you standing too close to him, but neither of you move, neither of you breathes. Ever since the argument earlier, things have been tense. That tension that radiates between you is now filling up the room and making breathing nearly impossible. Unbearable.

After a few moments pass, Nanami clears his throat and steals your eyes to his, but before his parted lips can make words, you raise a finger to them and shake your head, all in silence. His brows furrow, but you don't feel like talking. Not right now. Not like this.

Dragging your finger down his nape, he lifts his chin as you trace down his chest, staying for a second longer on the warm skin that peaks out from his unbuttoned collar. Your touches are painfully slow and torturous, meant to drag this out until he's clenching his fists and breathing ragged.

You stop at his belt line and pull his tucked shirt up, dragging it out of the confines from where it's tucked into his pants. Through it, Nanami is quiet, but his breath hitches when you pull the shirt free. Lifting the fabric, you toy a single finger between his belt and lower abdomen.

Nanami lifts a hand and grips your wrist--not to tell you to stop, but his eyes are full of questions, unspoken thoughts, and... Lust. He's exactly where you want him. "What are you doing?" His deep whispered voice seems to echo off the walls of your shared home.

Holding eye contact, you pull your finger out and use both hands to undo his belt, his hand still cautiously on your wrist. "I thought I told you not to speak right now?" You said, the clinking of metal filling up the space around you. His breath hitches when you bump into the proof of his arousal while undoing his belt, and his throat bobs as he looks down at your hands that make slow, precise work of him.

"We should talk." He says, his grip on your wrist turning firm.

Earlier, Nanami put himself in danger to eliminate a curse--something you had told him before not to do. The last time he did it, you weren't with him, so your fright wasn't as potent, but seeing how close he got to... 

Seeing it so close made you feel helpless. It was a feeling you never wanted to replicate again.

"I don't want to talk." You said, slowly dropping to your knees while looking up at him through your lashes.

Nanami pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and fights back a groan at the sight, warring with himself internally. You look so beautiful, but he knows you're still upset with him. 

You run your hand up his thighs and stop at the top before sliding your fingers into the band of his boxers and sliding them down inch by inch. His breath seems to stop completely as you rid him of his clothes, slowly barring him and giving him no choice but to repent in the way you want him to. By letting you take him.

"Sweetheart..." He whispers through a groan when his cock bounces free of its confines, wet at the tip and so hard he's fucking twitching.

"Kento." You chastise. What about not talking doesn't he understand?

His hand threads into your hair gently, and his eyes look so tortured and pained. You love it. "I don't deserve this." He says so softly, almost insecurely. And you nod. "No, you don't"

"Then why-"

Your hand wraps around his impossibly stiff cock, and he cuts himself off, inhaling sharply through his teeth while the back of his head knocks into the door. Such a simple touch and Nanami Kento is debased to his most basic animalistic urges. You rub the head of his cock, massaging your thumb into that sensitive spot on the underside of his head, and are rewarded with his abs clenching and a drop of precum.

"Speak again, and I'll stop." With those parting words, you suck him between your lips and he fucking melts. 

Kento grunts, his free hand slamming into the wall behind him in a balled fist when you effortlessly slide him to the back of your throat. This isn't about his pleasure, much as it seems. You aren't going to take it easy or spare his pride, this is to torture him, to make him feel as helpless as he did you.

His hand in your hair tightens, but he makes no move to thrust into your mouth or shove you onto his cock. His body jerks and his back arches when you take him too deep, but he catches himself before he thrusts into your warm mouth as much as he wants to.

A long grunt that turns into a groan is torn free from his throat when you start bobbing your head up and down at a merciless pace, using a hand to stroke the rest of his length that doesn't fit in your mouth, while you slide your other hand up his shirt to caress his abdomen and feel what you do to him.

His abs flex under your touch and your ministrations. His breathing is ragged and ruined, and sounds that would usually be hidden back from your ears, are being forced free. He's not hiding a thing. You didn't even know he could be this loud while receiving head even after being together for a year. The sounds are mostly pants and grunts, but they're sounds all the same, and they're making you feel insane.

Pre-cum floods your tongue when you swallow around him and time your thrusts with your hand, determined to jerk his soul out of his cock when he cums. And he feels fucking close. He keeps twitching inside your mouth, his abs are flexing his body is bowing, and his breaths are turning choppy and debauched.

"Sweetheart... A-ah." You know you said you would stop if he spoke again, but when he sounded so fucking good, it was hard to want to stop. "I'm going to cum, stop." The last word is grunted with a surprising amount of restraint and control, but you continue regardless as if you didn't hear it.

This time, his hips do jerk, and the precum that floods your mouth makes it feel like he's already cum. "My love, you need to-" You look up in time to watch his mouth fall open and his eyes roll back in his head before he bites down on his teeth and groans through them. "You need to stop or I'm going to cum."

Always so considerate, even when he's getting blown an inch from his life. Popping off from his cock only long enough to talk, you rake your nails down his abdomen and jerk him off as quickly as you were sucking him, not wanting him to lose that buildup. "Cum in my mouth."

He looks like he wants to retort, but it dies on his tongue when you take him back into your mouth and double your efforts, massaging your tongue on that one spot that makes him see fucking stars. 

It only takes a second before his grunts turn to pants and his pitch raises in volume. You hold eye contact with him while he watches you take him to the near base, then he explodes, and you taste the specific taste of him on your tongue.

His face screws into pleasure and his body goes rigid as his balls empty into your mouth. It's a fucking pleasure seeing him come undone. His cheeks and ears are flushed, even in the dark they look like bright red tomatoes, and his throat that bobs as he struggles to do so much as swallow is beautiful.

When you pull his cock free, he twitches and his hand balls in your hair before he's dropping to his knees and slamminghis mouth to yours, tasting himself on your tongue. He grunts and groans into the kiss, licking inside like he's greedy to share some of the burden. And you love it. 

He parts your lips and cradles your face in his hands, wiping away the saliva on your cheeks and lips. "I don't deserve you, but please let me return the favor." He whispers, a misbehaving hand sliding down your body to rub you over your panties.

Your eyes roll back, and his lips part in awe as he decides between watching you as he rubs your clit, or watching your face screw into pleasure. "Please, my love." He begs in that sinfully deep voice.

He's so damn polite.

[seekingfancytuna]

i am closing this account, if you want to stay in touch... add me on discord

( midobaby )

[fallen-regentarc]

shared desires ask reply continued from xxx

                                    davina   could   see   the   hunger   in   his   eyes      ,      the   way   that   he   looked   at   her   throughout   the   night   with   such   an   intensity      &      desire      .      like   he   was   fighting   every   urge   within   him   to   disregard   the   formalities   of   bring   in   public      &      take   her   right   there      .      somehow   they   made   it   home      ,      door   closed      &      she's   not   expecting   him   to   pounce   so   quickly      ,      but   his   hands   are   easily   on   her   and   he's   taking   what   he   wants      .      what   she   wants   for   him   to   take      .

                              the   witch   is   lifted   with   ease      &      placed   on   the   counter      ,      eyes   already   dilated   ,   thighs   spread   as   he   apologizes   for   not   making   it   to   their   room   before   he   has   his   way   with   her      .      she's   reaching   forward   to   help   him   with   his   belt   only   to   see   he's   already   released   from   the   restraints   of   his   trousers      &      she's   bracing   herself      .      one   hand   is   pressed   on   the   surface   behind   her   as   the   other   is   holding   onto   his   shoulder      ,      unable   to   stop   the   gasp      &      moan   of   pleasure   as   he   thrusts   in   her      .

                                 hips   move   at   a   desperate   pace      ,      feeling   how   much   he   craved   her      ,      his   deep   his   desire   went   to   feel   all   of   her   that   night      &      she   shares   the   same   sentiment      .      her   lips      &      teeth   work   whatever   exposed   skin   she   should   reach   once   she   rips   open   his   dress   shirt      ,      hands   exploring   the   warmth   of   him      ,      inviting   more   of   him   with   each   moan   that   falls   from   her   lips      .      the   brunette   has   been   waiting   for   this   all   night      ,      the   desire   to   feel   him   inside   of   her      ,      the   desperation   that   crashes   through   her         ---      it   all   helps   push   her      ,      urging   her   closer   to   her   climax   that   she   feels   slowly   building   up      ,      hungry   for   that   feeling   that   only   he   could   give   her      .

@noblyobliges

[mriciov]

# dentro del laberinto .

se encontraba tarareando alguna melodía inventada junto a caminar que intentaba mantener sueño de su pequeña hija acostada en su hombro, emocionada al inicio por cruzar el laberinto ( & ganar ) pero ahora tomaba una siesta. o eso creía, pues vocecilla se alza sobre su nuca, apuntando a quien sea que ande a sus espaldas. ' — ah , ¿hace cuánto nos sigues? ' tenía realmente la cabeza en cualquier lado en su caminar menos a su alrededor, encontrando a acusade al girarse un poco en su eje. dejo evidencia que no es en serio, aunque mueca de la pequeña sea lo contrario.

[loveonair]

📍   :   rome,   italy   (   sailing   ) 🌧️   :   gentle   sea   breeze   drifts   across   the   deck   as   the   boat   sails   this   evening. 🤍   :   @loveszip

what   started   off   as   a   simple   favor   became   one   of   the   most   important   part   of   his   life.   yohan   knew   ⏤   the   moment   he   met   piper   that   he   was   going   to   be   the   one   that   she   was   going   to   spend   the   rest   of   his   life   with.   thinking   back,   it   was   such   an   awkward,   yet   heart-warming   experience   to   be   looking   after   his   best   friend's   sister   as   if   his   life   depended   on   it…   quite   literally. 

yohan   didn't   mind,   they   got   to   know   each   other   a   little   better   and   even   became   close   friends,   closer   than   he   would've   imagined.   the   sleepless   nights   where   he   would   stay   up   with   her   because   she   had   a   nightmare   and   they   would   talk   about   literally   everything   and   anything,   then   she'd   fall   asleep   on   top   of   him   and   the   days   where   he   would   hold   her   in   his   arms   because   her   head   was   hurting   and   she   needed   to   calm   down. 

he   wasn't   against   the   idea   of   being   in   a   relationship   with   piper,   in   fact   ⏤   he   welcomed   it,   even   if   it   took   a   while   for   them   to   tell   santi.   and   that's   definitely   a   story   for   another   day,   maybe   it   will   be   part   of   his   wedding   day   speech   just   to   expose   how   they   hid   their   relationship   from   him   for   a   while. 

nothing   much   has   changed   between   them,   really.   they   were   still   the   same   best   friends   who   tried   every   matcha   place   in   the   city,   even   if   it   mean   that   yohan   would   make   a   face   on   the   first   sip   and   piper   coaxing   him   to   change   his   mind   about   it.   he   still   doesn't   like   it,   by   the   way.   still   tasted   like   a   freshly   mowed   loan.   they   were   still   the   same   best   friends   who   would   rather   stay   in   the   comfort   of   piper's   condo   unit,   tangled   in   each   other's   arms   on   the   bed   that   could   fit   their   whole   friend   group   while   watching   the   same   three   shows   that   they   knew   by   heart.   most   importantly,   they   where   the   same   best   friends   who   took   comfort   in   each   other's   words,   especially   on   days   that   got   too   long   and   the   weather   was   rough.   seeing   piper's   smile   was   enough   to   turn   those   days   around   and   make   it   better,   so   much   better.

looking   down   at   her,   holding   her   gaze   with   his,   yohan   was   looking   at   his   life,   his   future,   and   he   was   going   to   make   sure   that   piper   is   provided   for,   whatever   she   needed   ⏤   she   deserved   everything   good   in   the   world.   “   i   love   you   too,   so   much,   ”   he   could   say   that   over   and   over   and   never   get   tired   of   telling   her   and   showing   her   how   much   he   loved   her.   “   i   just   want   you   to   be   happy,   ”   he   allowed   himself   to   be   pulled   down   on   top   of   her,   just   enough   that   he   wasn't   putting   all   his   weight   on   her.   when   piper   started   dotting   kisses   on   his   cheeks,   he   swore   his   heart   melted   and   he   was   overwhelmed   with   the   feeling   of   happiness   and   contentment.   sure,   his   face   was   also   flushed   and   he   was   softly   giggling,   but   it   felt   so   good,   knowing   that   he's   able   to   love   and   be   loved   back. 

“   i   asked   naya   to   choose   your   clothes   and   i   packed   it   for   you,   so   you   don't   have   worry   about   those,   ”   yohan   reassured   her   and   if   there's   anyone   who   knew   piper   the   best,   it   would   be   naya,   her   best   friend.   of   course,   he   told   their   friend   group   about   his   plan   and   it   was   extremely   difficult   to   ask   them   to   keep   their   mouths   shut,   but   that's   just   how   they   are.   he   wouldn't   ask   for   better   friends,   though   ⏤   they've   gone   through   so   much   together,   it   was   appropriate   to   involve   them   in   his   planning.   “   we're   gonna   be   sailing   for   a   while,   gusto   mo   ba   mag-ikot?   we   can   rest   first   if   pagod   ka,   we   can   order   room   service,   whatever   you   want   to   do,   this   whole   trip   is   about   you,   ”   yohan   lifted   himself   up   on   his   elbows,   leaning   down   to   kiss   her   forehead,   then   the   tip   of   her   nose,   then   finally,   her   lips.

[bunnithechubs]

transcript:

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA] yesterday V: Good Morning, Blue. Ami I finally going to get a response from you? R: SimPay $250 NAILS V: Can I at least get a pic of your nails??? Today 10:15 AM V: Morning, Blue. hope you enjoyed your nail appointment. Think we can grab coffee soon?

V: What's for lunch today, Dad? A: Salmon stew. How was your work out, Papi? V: Pretty good. I was actually able to increase my reps. A: That's good! Go on and eat. I'll meet you after I make my espresso. V: Alright, thanks for the food dad.

A: By the way, your brother said he wanted to come visit. V: sighs You mean he wants to come here to lecture me. A: He just misses you and he’s even bringing Mae with him. Dad, you don’t have to lie. V: I know he’s mad at me partying. A: If he is he has not said anything to me. I think he just missed us while he was in Henford. V: Riiiiight. A: Go up and shower. I’ll clean up, Papi. He’ll be here soon.

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA CONT.] 11:30 AM V: Blue. just let me follow you, damn.

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA CONT.] 12: 06 PM V: I will literally give you whatever you want if you let me follow you. R: SimPay $1.5K PICTURE

[TEXT THREAD W. REINA CONT.] 12:10 PM V: I really wanna be vulgar to you right now, but I'm trying to stay on your good side. R: ?? V: ... your boobs + my face = dream come true 12:30 PM V: Alright Reina. I'm tired of the thirsting over you. I'm making reservations for dinner. I want to take you on a date. Saturday night, I'll send you a car at 7:30 pm. R: See you, Satursday. R: I will not be seein gyou clubbing or seeing women, correct? V: No you will not, Reina.

A: You’ve been on your phone a lot lately. Did you finally get through to Jennifer? V: No. Jennifer blocked me a while ago. I met someone new and I’m going to take her out Saturday. A: Who is this new girl who has my son smiling and texting so much? [doorbell rings] V: We’ll have to save that for another time dad.

C: Hey Vin- V: Hand her over! sighs C: Nice to see you too. coos V: You missed your Uncle Vinny huh? Man she’s getting so big. Last time I saw her she barely had any hair. C: Don’t remind me, I wish I could keep her that small forever. She loved the bear you got her for Winterfest by the way. V: I knew she would. See that’s why Uncle Vinny is your favorite- right?

A: There’s my hijo. How was the trip here? C: Hey dad, smooth. The roads here are clearer than in Newcrest. A: No Kitty today? Nope just Mae and me. C: Kitty had a deposition for work. She sends her love though. A: How’s she doing with the pregnancy? C: It’s been pretty rough for her so I’m convinced it’s a boy. A: Do you want me to come by more often to give her a break? C: That would help out a lot actually. A: I’ll pack a bag and stay a few nights. Give Vinny some time alone.

A: She must have been up the whole car ride with how quickly she went down. C: Oh yeah, she babbled at me the whole drive. She definitely got that from her mother. A: Soon she will have a little sibling babbling with her. C: Yeah, I hope they are best friends. A: You boys were close as kids. I’m sure they will be too. Do you think she will be jealous with there being a new baby? C: I don’t think so but I’m sure we will handle it if it comes up.

C: So, Vinny- V: I’m fine, Cain. C: You expect me to believe that? V: I expect you to act like my brother and trust me when I say I’m fine. C: There is no world where going out every night and sleeping with multiple women in a week is fine, Vinny. V: You’re one to talk. Need I remind you of where I learned this from? C: Exactly. I wasn’t fine when I was doing the same shit you were. So want to try this again but with honesty?

V: I am being honest- I’m fine. C: So Jen having a new boyfriend doesn’t bother you? V: No and why do we even need to bring her up? She broke up with me, remember? C: Vinny, she asked for space and you said- V: I knew she reached out to you. C: She did and for good reason. V: Look, I’m fine. I found a new girl and I actually like her. Ask dad I haven’t been out this week and I haven’t been seeing anyone. A: He’s not lying. C: Dude, a girl is not going to fix what’s eating at you inside.

V: This is why we never talk anymore. You’re too damn nosey. If I want to sleep with all of the women in San Myshuno then I will. Right now I really like this girl and I’m on my best behavior. Maybe you should send her a thank you card or something. C: What’s her name- maybe I will? V: I’m not telling your nosey ass one more thing. C: You really like her? V: I do. C: Then I hope it works out for the best Vinny. I just want to see you happy. That’s all. V: Start with bringing Mae around more and hanging out with me. C: I can do that.

[runes-menagerie]

Halsin knew he would have to do something soon. Supplies in the Grove were just starting to show signs that they wouldn't last with this many people without something changing. There was also the worry about the goblins and that odd Drow he had encountered a few days back. He was keeping quiet about much of this, telling only Rath and Nettie.

Despite his worries he still smiled when the child ran up to him to hold his hand. He gently ruffled their hair with his free hand while smiling calmly.

"Nettie is preparing a lesson on healing herbs for you right now. I need to go out for a bit to get more supplies for the Grove but I'll return before sunset." He answered with a soft chuckle. "Make sure to listen to her. I want to hear all about how the lesson went when I get back."

Xaria, while they didn't know the full situation, wasn't completely blind to the troubles and unrest in the grove. There were whispers, amongst the children both both of tiefling and those that lived there permanently. Whispers of the unrest amongst all of their parents of attacks nearby, though of what Xaria didn't know.

Still, the child held onto hope for their new life and new home here in the grove. Halsin being a sort of rock and mentor figure for them. Though, they hadn't voiced such opinions to the elf in question. They did their best to keep high spirits amongst the other children, attempting to put on a brave face for them.

Xaria slowed as they grew closer to the two druids. The tone of them giving them pause. There was a moment of hesitation just a few feet away. Xaria forced on a smile, though it was a nervous one, and rushed the small distance between them. Xaria hurried over, grabbing Halsin's hand as she rounded him.

"Halsin!" Her smile became a bit more genuine as she looked up at the man, "When will my next lesson be?" She was desperate to prove herself to the grove, to prove she could do it and become someone that truly belonged here. Lest she be forgotten again.

[nanaslutt]

let me hold you

ʚ cont: fem reader, oral (f!r), dirty talk, pussydrunk gojo, jerking off, cream pie, cock warming, soft gojo, fluffy after sex stuff ^.^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Gojo groaned as he pulled your ass apart with one of his large hands, shaking his head against your cunt as he ate you out like a man starved. "Ffffuck-" You groaned, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Satoru burring his tongue inside your hole. His hot breath tickled your cunt when he huffed out a short laugh at your reaction, always amused by how easy it was to make you feel good. 

Your body writhed and twitched on top of his desk as you reached behind you with one hand and pressed his head harder against your cunt, your fingers threading through his soft, fluffy hair. Satoru groaned, the squelching noises getting louder from behind you as Satoru increased the pace he was jerking himself off, his hand sloppily stroking his wet length with no rhythm. "Pussy's clenching around my tongue so hard-" Satoru giggled drunkenly, his voice muffled as he spoke so close to your cunt.

"Don't h-hah, don't talk while you-" Your words were cut off when Gojo wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his soft lips immediately wrapping around the hard bud as his tongue bat at it rapidly, making you see stars behind your eyelids as they rolled back in your head. "Oh, my fucking g-godd-" You groaned, your voice getting louder than you meant it to when he started rolling his tongue around it, making the knot in your stomach tighten with the need for release. 

"Satoru- baby right there- k-keep doing that-" You whined, your face scrunching in blissful pleasure as Satoru ate you out like a man starved. He was eating it so messily, drool and your juices dripped down his chin and fell onto his hand that was stroking himself off, only making the slick sounds even wetter. "Mhmm-mmmm." Satoru moaned against your cunt, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly open, looking unfocused and blurry from his own arousal.

"Oh fuck- fuck that feels so good Satoru- you're d-doing so good," You whined, your inner thighs shaking as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge by Gojo's tongue. Gojo's face burned at the praise, you could feel him smile happily against your cunt as he opened his mouth for a second along the length of your cunt to drink up your juices before he went back to sucking on your clit. 

Gojo felt his balls ache as he stroked himself off, feeling his high grow closer and closer the longer he tasted you on his tongue. Satoru was jerking himself off so fast, not worried about cumming before you or trying to hold himself back, he felt so good, and he bounced back quick. Your fingers curled against his scalp harder as you jaw opened in a small O when you felt your orgasm start to creep up on you.

Gojo groaned at the harsh treatment of his hair, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling. "I-I'm gonna cum- S-satoru I'm gonna cum-" You cried, completely forgetting about being quiet. The only person who should still be at the school was Ijichi, but you were hoping his office was far enough away to where he wouldn't hear what the two of you were up to. "Cum, please, give it to me-" Gojo groaned against your pussy, his voice only edging your orgasm on quicker as his words vibrated your cunt. 

Gojo shook his head rapidly back and forth, humming and groaning against you as his cock ached for you to cum. He felt totally blissful and fucked out just from eating you out, he could feel his skin vibrating with excitement just waiting for you to cum. "Fuck- fuck-" Your toes curled in your shoes and your moans went quiet right as your orgasm peaked. 

Your body jerked and spasmed as you came around nothing, your hole pulsing and squeezing, dripping juices down your cunt and against Satoru's lips. Gojo popped off your cunt with a moan and quickly stood to his feet, still jerking himself off quickly and sloppily. You snapped your legs shut and crossed your legs at the feeling of him no longer sucking your clit as you continued to cum.

Faster than you were able to understand what happened, Satoru rammed his cock inside you and gripped your waist hard enough to bruise as his chest collapsed against yours. You let out a scream from the unexpected penetration, undoubtedly loud enough for your poor coworker to hear. Gojo ramming his cock inside you prolonged your orgasm, giving you a whole other wave of pleasure as you clenched rhythmically around him. 

Gojo sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder and bit down hard as his cock kicked inside your walls, his hot cum spilling out from his cock and into your cunt. His balls clenched as he released his seed deep inside you, feeling completely at ease as his whole body felt warm from being inside your hot, soft cunt. Satoru released one of his hands on your waist and reached it up to grab your face and tilt it to the side.

You hummed and whined into Satoru's mouth as he kissed you sloppily, moaning and gasping against your lips, making a mess of saliva on your chin. Gojo's hips weakly thrust inside you as he made sure your pussy milked all of his cum, even as his cock went soft he continued to just push his hips against your ass even while already being balls deep. 

Satoru broke the kiss and kept the hold he had on your chin as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, panting like a dog. You let your head dangle off the front of his desk as you relished in the warm feeling of his solid body pressed firmly against your own. "It's so soft inside you...don't wanna pull out ever," Satoru whined, his voice coming out weak and childish as his hot breath tickled your skin.

You bent your elbow back and let your hand find his hair, running your fingers softly along his scalp, making him moan softly in pleasure and gratefulness for the soft touch. He rubbed his head into your hand like a cat, wanting more and more of your touch. "Y'think Ijichi will drive us home? Don't wanna move..." Gojo asked. It was true, he did seem extremely worn out. After all, he was basically pressing all 190 pounds of himself on your body. 

"Let's not involve him in this. I'll drive." You said, ruffling his hair. "Okayy," Satoru moaned sleepily, showing no signs of moving or pulling out as he relished in your soft body under him. "Carry me to the car?" He asked childishly, making you scoff and shaky your head, ruffling his head a little harder to keep him awake. "If you pull out I'll try my best, but you did a serious number on my legs." You replied, feeling how shaky your legs were.

"I'm not that heavy, you got it. I'm putting my trust in you so don't drop me or I'll be upset." Gojo said, groaning as he begrudgingly pulled himself up and slowly slid his cock out of you with a whine. The man tucked his still-sopping wet cock into his boxers and grabbed your hips to pull you up. Satoru always got so clingy when he was tired, it was adorable. 

You were barely able to reach down far enough to pull up your panties to stop Gojo's seed that wanted to slide out of you the second you stood. Gojo wrapped his arms around your body and rested his head on your shoulder, his breathing now evened out. 

"You smell good..." He said quietly, his tongue poking out to lick the side of your neck. You giggled and tapped his hand playfully that was wrapped around your torso, signaling him to let you go. "Off, big baby. Gonna take you home." You said, letting him rock you side to side as he groaned at your words, saying something about just sleeping at the school in a spare room for the night. You eventually dragged him to the car after enough convincing. 

[pengujoon]

FLUSHED WITH FEVER

cont. geto suguru x reader, fluff. suguru is really clingy when he’s sick, he’s so hot he’s burning up, living together!au, intentional lowercase, really wholesome

a/n. suguru brainrot is really hitting strong huh

you woke up to a warm, sunny morning, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. but as you stirred in bed, you felt a familiar presence around you, but something was off.

suguru was nestled close to you, and his skin felt like it was on fire, radiating an intense heat. his cheeks were flushed with fever, and he clung to you as if your touch could cool the burning sensation that consumed him.

“suguru,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his forehead. it was burning up, and he groaned softly in response. his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, but he seemed almost desperate for relief.

you gently shifted so that you were facing him, cradling his flushed face in your hands. “suguru, you’re burning up,” you murmured, worry filling your voice.

he nuzzled against your hand, seeking comfort. “i know,” he replied, his voice shaky. “i couldn’t sleep, and i needed to be close to you.”

you couldn’t help but feel your heartache for him. “i’m here, suguru. let’s get you cooled down.”

carefully, you disentangled yourself from his grip, leaving the bed to retrieve a damp, cool washcloth. you placed it on his forehead, and he sighed in relief. you could see the agony in his eyes, but he held onto you as if your presence alone could chase away the fever.

you climbed back into bed beside him, and he immediately snuggled against your side, his body seeking the comfort of your touch. you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to bring him some relief from the heat.

“let’s get you some porridge. it’ll help you feel better.”

with a gentle smile, you disentangled yourself from his grip, promising to return. you went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of his favourite porridge, hoping it would help ease his fever. the scent of the simmering porridge filled the kitchen, comforting and inviting.

after a short while, you returned to his room with the warm bowl of porridge in hand. you found him still curled up under the blankets, looking miserable, but the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up at the sight.

“i’ve made some of your favorite porridge,” you said, holding it out to him. “it’s ready whenever you want.”

suguru’s gratitude shone in his feverish eyes as he accepted the bowl. “you’re the best,” he whispered, his voice full of appreciation.

you sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him sit up. but as you did, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into you, his head resting on your shoulder. he ate a few spoonfuls but seemed more interested in being close to you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he snuggled against your side.

“thank you,” he mumbled between nuzzles. “you’re always so good to me.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “of course, suguru. i’ll take care of you until you’re better.”

once he finished, you set the empty bowl aside and turned to face him. his feverish gaze met yours, and in that moment, you knew you needed to offer more than just comfort food.

you moved closer, your hand gently finding its way to the back of suguru’s head, fingers threading through his hair. you felt the heat radiating from him, but you didn’t mind. in this quiet, intimate moment, you leaned in, and your foreheads met. your touch was soft, and your eyes locked with his, offering a silent reassurance that you’d be there for him.

suguru closed his eyes, his hand resting on your cheek, and he whispered, “thank you for taking care of me.”

your heart swelled with affection, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair, giving him the comfort he craved. in this close, loving moment, you knew that your presence was the best medicine for him.

nanami in today's episode... mappa is never beating the gay for nanami allegations

[seulgisqt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — laura freigang

laura freigang x frankfurt!reader

(a/n: had this sitting on my drive for eons, so let me finally finish it)

word count: 1433

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers if you squint incredibly hard

summary: coach calls it a friendly rivalry, but laura’s been flirting all season, and now she has you cornered in a broken elevator.

It all began as a playful jest. Coach Niko, sporting his trademark cheeky grin, had casually told the gathered reporters that Eintracht Frankfurt was blessed with “too many talented strikers” and that “a little healthy competition never hurt anyone.” However, anyone who had been paying close attention could easily discern that there was much more beneath the surface.

Laura Freigang, the team’s shining star with a contagious laugh and a penchant for drama both on and off the field, had embraced the so-called “friendly rivalry” with you with a fierce intensity—though perhaps not in the way most people presumed.

“Beat you to double digits,” she had whispered playfully during a particularly gruelling training session, nudging you with her shoulder after executing a flawlessly smooth finish. The gleam in her eye was challenging, electric.

You merely arched an eyebrow, wiped the beads of sweat accumulating on your brow, and turned away, leaving her to bask in her triumph.

It wasn’t that you harboured any ill will toward Laura; the situation was… more intricate than that. Laura embodied everything you weren't—bold, effortlessly charming, and undeniably magnetic. And you didn’t trust magnetic.

As the polished elevator doors slid shut with a soft, reassuring ding in the dimly lit corridor of the hotel where the team was staying for the away game, a wave of regret washed over you. If only you had paid more attention to those faded elevator maintenance signs plastered near the entrance.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted, lurching to an abrupt stop. The fluorescent light overhead flickered unsteadily, casting brief shadows against the stainless steel walls.

Instinctively, you reached out, your palm pressing against the cool metal of the wall to steady yourself, heart pounding slightly in your chest.

Laura, standing beside you, blinked in disbelief, and her fingers darted to the emergency button, pressing it twice with a sense of urgency. “No way,” she muttered under her breath. “Did we really just get stuck?”

You leaned forward to press the control panel yourself, but to no avail. “Looks like it,” you responded, the reality of the situation settling in.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Laura turned to face you, a crooked grin spreading across her face. “You didn’t sabotage this, did you? Trying to mess with my head before Sunday’s game?”

You let out a bemused exhale through your nose. “If I wanted to sabotage you, I’d just pass to myself during the match.” 

Her laughter bounced off the confined metal walls, a bright sound cutting through the cramped space. “Oof. Okay, I deserved that,” she admitted, her grin widening.

A beat of silence. You folded your arms.

“Do you ever, like…turn off the intensity?” Laura asked after a minute, settling cross-legged on the floor like they were in a yoga class instead of a stalled lift.

“Do you ever stop talking?” You replied flatly.

Laura grinned wider. “Not if I can help it.”

You looked down at your trainers. “Why do you keep pushing?”

Laura tilted her head. “Pushing you?”

“I’m not interested in whatever this is,” you muttered.

Laura’s smile faltered for the first time.

“This?” she asked softly. 

You gestured vaguely. “The teasing. The looks. The jokes. The late passes you never finish properly.”

Laura’s voice was quiet. “What if I told you it wasn’t a joke?”

The gravity of her words settled around you, heavy and unyielding, thicker than the silence that followed. You stole a glance at her; she was no longer looking at you but instead focused on a frayed thread on her sock, her brow furrowing slightly in thought.

“It’s not just rivalry,” the blonde continued, her voice losing some of its usual bravado.. “You make me nervous, you know. That’s why I act like such an idiot around you. You’re cool and unreadable, a little terrifying, honestly. But also really…kind. Underneath it all.”

You frowned. “I’m not kind.”

“You gave your protein bar to our intern last week because she skipped lunch.”

“That’s not—”

“You pick up trash after practice like it personally offends you.”

You sighed. “So?”

Her smile softened as she took a breath, grounding herself in that moment. “So,” she said, her voice steady yet vulnerable, “I actually like you. Not just because of your fierce competitiveness or those sharp elbows you throw on the pitch. I genuinely like you. And I don’t know how to say that without joking, because I’m not as brave as you think.” 

You stared at her, caught off guard. There was an unmistakable vulnerability beneath her playful facade—a nervous flicker in her knee, which bounced up and down rhythmically as if echoing your own racing heartbeat. You felt that familiar tension in the air, an intricate mix of rivalry and something far deeper, breathless and waiting. 

Finally, you mustered the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not good at this.” At that, Laura let out a soft chuckle, the sound light yet filled with sincerity. “Join the club. I’ve been fumbling through this for months now.”

A faint smile flickered across your lips, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “So, what happens now?”

Laura's gaze darted upwards, her brown eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “Now we wait for someone to fix the lift. Hopefully, before you strangle me.”

“I haven’t ruled it out.”

The two of you erupted into laughter, the tension dissipating momentarily. Then, the laughter faded, leaving a comfortable silence, and easing the strain of the situation.

With a hint of challenge in her voice, Laura leaned back against the cool metal wall, arms crossed, an easy confidence radiating from her stance. “Ever thought about passing me the ball for once?”

“You ever thought about being in position for it?” you shot back.

Laura grinned. “Touché.”

Minutes slipped by as the two of you settled into a rhythm of companionable quiet. Laura began to hum softly, a gentle melody that danced on the edges of familiarity but remained just out of reach. You couldn’t help but shake your head, amused by her carefree spirit.

Breaking the silence, she glanced over at you, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “I always thought you didn’t like me.”

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you replied honestly, “I don’t dislike you. It’s just…trusting things that come too easily makes me wary. You make it look easy.”

Laura’s voice turned gentle. “It’s not.”

As your eyes locked, the air between you shifted. The tension still lingered, but it was different now—less of a suffocating weight and more of a delicate thread that connected you.

“So you’re nervous around me?” You asked with a smirk.

“Terrified.”

“Good.”

The overhead light flickered ominously, casting brief shadows across the small, cramped space of the lift. Suddenly, with a small jolt that sent a ripple of uncertainty through both of you, the elevator resumed its upward journey.

Laura brushed her fingers through her tousled hair, smoothing down the fabric of her shorts. “You know,” she remarked with a playful tone, “this has turned into the most unexpected therapy session I've ever had.”

You rose to your feet as well. “You’re not so bad. Off the pitch,” you replied, a hint of a smirk creeping across your lips.

Her eyes widened slightly as she processed your words. “Wait. Was that a compliment?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

A genuine smile unfurled on her face, quieter and more sincere than the usual competitive banter.

When the doors of the lift slid open with a soft ding, the hallway beyond lay stretched like a quiet desert, void of the usual post-training chatter. Most of the team was likely still recovering from their exertions or taking a much-needed nap. Yet there you both stood, hesitating, immersed in the shared silence.

“So, post-match coffee sometime?” Laura proposed, her fingers fidgeting as she scratched the back of her neck, a habit of hers when she was nervous.

You paused.

“Don’t say no,” she rushed to add. “Say maybe. Say you’ll think about it. Say—”

“Yes.”

Laura’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, her brows arching in disbelief. “Wait, really?”

With a casual shrug, you stepped past her, your lips curling into a teasing smile. “Just don’t be late.”

As you walked down the empty corridor, you could feel her gaze lingering on you. When you glanced over your shoulder, you caught her staring back, her face breaking into a radiant grin that seemed to light up the dim hallway, hardly believing her luck.

Perhaps, after all, rivalry wasn’t such a bad path to take in the journey of falling in love.