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nanaslutt · 2 years ago

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Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

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rebelssvy · 6 months ago

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MSBY black jackals walking in on you touching yourself ✧.*

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mutli x reader, bokuto x reader, sakusa x reader, astumu x reader, hinata x reader

LABELS: smut, master baiting, mutual masterbaition, fingering, eating out, sex toys.

for this fic, you and msby character r roommates, having a flirty relationship with your doormie. you think you have the house all to yourself…. you wrong.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

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you had just settled into bed. you had just also put on some pornographic sounds into your earbuds before making yourself comfortable.

you hadn’t had the apartment you shared with bokuto alone for a while. your drop dead handsome roommate was always here.

so when you found out his practice time got changed today you finally let yourself relax.

audio of girls and guys moaning played into your earbuds as you started to play with yourself. tapping at your clit for the wettness to pool in your panties. you were sprawled out on your bed. wearing nothing but your panties and a shirt you had stole from your beloved roommate.

rubbing circles into yourself you began to take off your underwear. pushing them down yourself. you felt the cold air of your room flood against your naked core.

edging your fingers to your entrance, you played with yourself a little. not ever fully putting them in…..

the door of your bed room had slammed open. you were mortified. every inch of you was on fire with pure embarrassment.

bokuto took in all of you. “hey- uhhh.” he stopped himself after seeing what you had been doing.

“OH MY GOSH GET OUT! GO! LEAVEEEE!” you yelled at him grabbing at whatever blanket you had near you to get come cover.

“hey…” he hesitated.

“that’s my shirt.” he stated matter of factly.

you were aware you were wearing it. for the sole purpose of thinking it was scandalous to wear your hot roommates shirt while you played with yourself.

well it was all to real now.

and he was walking to your bed.

“bokuto. i told you to get out.” you told him. firm. you almost wanted to cry.

he didn’t say anything for a second. then you could see his brain craft somthing up.

“how about…. if i make you cum… you’ll give me my t shirt back?” he said as if it was casual.

“what.” you replied.

“honestly it’s kinda a win-win for me because i would make you cum and get my tshirt back.” he said with a grin now sitting on the bed with you.

“i mean…. if you want too.” you hesitated. you would be lying if you said you didn’t dream of this.

before you knew it he had you laying ass up on his lap. there was a fire in him you only say when he played volleyball.

“fuck- your so wet.” he said. you only moaned in response.

“did you think about me… while you were fingering youself? i mean you are wearing my shirt.” he said plunging his fingers into your cunt.

“fuck-! yes!” you admitted amongst a scream.

“mmmh tell me more baby..” he spoke.

“you are so- mmph… hot kou!! i got all bothered thinking about you! i’m so sorrrryyy” you said amongst whimpers .

he let out a groan in response.

his fingers quickened with each second.

“kou!!… ple- please slow down!” you screamed out. grabbing at whatever you could.

“nuh-uh.” he said curling his fingers against your gummy walls.

fuck.

before you knew it you spasmed in his lap. moaning mess. everything was happening too quickly.

you gushed around his fingers. eventually riding out your high.

“sooo can i get my shirt back now baby?”

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

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your roommate was all cooped up in his room. the introverted man had actually grew quite fond of you. but he still liked his alone time.

and you loved your alone time. he had been in his room allllllll dayyyyyy. only coming out to leave for practice then immediately coming home after it was done.

the twitter links on your phone had just been too good.

so there you were, on your shared couch, fingering yourself under your blanket. it was so sinful. and part of you wanted your roommate to walk out and catch you.

well that was untill he literally walked out.

“y/n? are you okay? you aren’t sick right?” he said in response to your discomforting face.

you didn’t move. you were to shocked. you didn’t actually think he would come out. ugh what the hell were you thinking.

“wait.” he said. studying your figure.

“are you getting off right now?” he said bluntly. he looked disgusted. but his growing bulge in his pants said somthing different.

“ummm…” you replied. you didn’t know what to say. it was so embarrassing.

“no. i’m not.” you said. might as well save the dignity you have left. maybe he will just walk away.

“so you wouldn’t mind if i came over and sat next to you..? maybe even watched what’s on your phone?” he said snarkly.

“no i wouldn’t.” you argued. what were you thinking!!!

he came over and sat right next to you. you turned and reached for your phone. there is no hiding what’s on there tho… you might as well come clean.

“ugh fine i was and you caught me and this is so embarrassing.” you rambled.

“i still want to see what you were watching.” he said. you looked at him in shock.

you just nodded before showing him what exactly they were doing. it was mutual masterbaiting. and well, it was exactly was sakusa wanted to do with you.

“lets do that.” he said bluntly.

“yes. ok. yes.” you reassured yourself. slowly you pulled the blanket off yourself to reveal your naked center.

“your turn.” you said to him shyly.

without another word he pulled his pants down slightly and freed his cock from his boxers.

it was perfect. you caught yourself staring too long. sakusa took your phone out of your hand and started playing the video.

the two people were positioned right next to eachother, sakusa shuffled himself into a close enough position next to you.

the moans in the background were suddenly drowned out by the sound of him pumping his cock.

you stared with open eyes.

“you like that?” you heard him say boldly, your eyes shot open looking at his.

“cmon your turn, don’t leave me lonely over here..” he said never stopping his actions.

and so you did, you played with your pussy infront of your roommate, legs spread for him to see.

he groaned at the noises you made. letting his head fall back.

he pumped his cock harder and faster, you watched with an open mouth.

“y/n…” he moaned in a low tone. never haunting.

before you knew it his cock spurted cum onto his body. oozing over his hand, some getting on his t shirt. and some… got on you.

you gasped at the tiny amount that landed on your thigh.

about to wipe it off, he beat you to it.

“sorry..” he flushed.

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MIYA ATSUMU

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holy shit. you thought forsure he wouldn’t be back for another hour. maybe he didn’t notice… oh god this is so embarrassing.

you had been touching yourself on a chair next to your shared, dinner table.

you hid your body under the wood. suddenly very self aware. your panties were down to your legs. dangling off your ankle.

it wasn’t unusual for you to walk around in only your panties, but to not have them on at all. god.

“whatcha doin’?” he asked sitting down at the table across from your.

your skin grew hot. needing a release.

you shrugged hoping he would just get up and leave. but he didn’t, he stayed.

“you thought i wouldn’t notice?” he spoke up, eyes turning dim.

you gasped. not saying anything.

he stood up and made his way over to you. turning your chair to him, he leaned down and took your underwear off your foot.

“look at that…” he said, taking in your expression. you were now only in a shirt, nothing else.

“may i?” he asked, waiting on your answer.

you didn’t have to ask him what he was going to do. whatever it was, it was going to be good.

you shook your head yes.

he dropped his figure inbetween your legs, pushing them open for him to see. his face was planted right inbetween your heat. blowing air at your core.

you awaited his next move.

“so pretty…” he said before taking in your soft gummy pussy into his mouth. slobbering over your core.

wet sounds filled your shared apartment. you moaned, feeling his tongue prod at your entrance.

you couldn’t believe his boldness. eating you out in living room.

he licked over you, bring his tongue flat. shaking his head all directions. never once his he look away from you.

all of a sudden the heat in you felt like it was going to boil over.

“atsu-“ you started before he cut you off.

“cum.” he depended, still mouth against you.

and so you did. hands on his head you dragged his face on your pussy. shaking in your chair.

it was embarrassing. but atsumu thought it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

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SHOYOU HINATA

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“can i help you?”

you had your head phones on your head, you were in your room and had a vibrator pressed against you.

it wasn’t until you felt the weight of your bed shift. your eyes shot open. finding your breath taking hot roomate staring dead at you.

you took your headphones off, about to yell but he beat you to it.

“let me help… please” he begged. his hands moving their way to your naked body.

you wanted him to help. growing shy you answered him “please..”

in that moment he changed into a completely different person. one you had never really seen before.

“thank god. your so pretty..” he said to himself taking your vibrator out of your hand.

he positioned himself behind you. back flush against his chest. he spread your legs for you. you were all out.

without another word he pushed the machine against your bud. your back arched farther into him.

“sho…” you moaned out. grabbing on to his wrist. you could feel everything.

“mmm yeah baby?” he groaned watching your body fluctuate.

“it-sss to muchhh” you moaned digging your claws into his skin.

“seems like you can take more.. you know it.” he said clicking the vibe a higher note.

you really couldn’t take it anymore. without warning you came. body shaking.

you tried closing your legs but he wouldn’t let you. moaning his name. you pleaded for him to stop.

seconds later he took the pressure off you.

“fuck.. that was hot.”

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adlers next? who knowssss

leave me some asks!!!

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bitchesmoonwalkin · 9 months ago

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NSFWhump: Threats & Fear

okay attempt two at posting this

ways of making a whumpee scared of non-con without outright nc or threats

carewhumper vibes. the obvious tws apply

manhandling. throw them onto the bed and straddle their hips, keeping their hands pinned on either side of their head. alternatively, bend them over a table or a bed, keeping them there with a hand tangled in their hair or on the back of their neck.

alternatively, keeping them pressed against your chest or guiding them with fingers tangled in their hair or digging into their hip, just slightly under their waistband

classic shows of submission. tie them up and have them kneel - especially if it's between your whumpers spread legs. give their hair a pet every once in a while if they're good.

pet names: baby, pet, pretty boy, pup, princess. etc.

strip them. personally i prefer keeping my whumpees in their underwear and maybe a carewhumpers tshirt, but even so the act of stripping them is a great place for some physical and psychological whump - ESPECIALLY when the whumpee has only just been kidnapped/captured and does not yet know what to expect

have them undress in front of you for the first time before making them bend over the bed. watch their hands shake and their eyes fill with tears, feel them tense underneath you, frozen with fear. and then you simply just handcuff them or even just walk out of the room, leaving them to question when the n/c will start - only it won't. their fear is all you wanted, after all

gruff/significantly larger or older caretaker bathing a younger whumpee who doesn't feel safe around them yet - whumpee flinching away but too weak to fight as they are gently stripped and placed in the bath, being cleaned /everywhere/ in a way that makes them flush with shame even if there's no intention behind the touches

whumpee being gently but firmly forced into a humiliating position, maybe forced to stand still for an /inspection/ filled with clinical yet invasive touches

using objects w sexual connotations (ball gags, blindfolds, certain whips and types of restraints) in non-sexual situations

this works especially well for a newer whumpee - strip them, blindfold and ball gag them before thing them to a mattress, legs spread. then let them wake up on their own, slowly, watch the fear kick in as they come to their own conclusions about what's going to happen to them

some more explicit stuff below the cut

those dildo gags or maybe an anal plug or vibe - just, you know. keep it in

shoving fingers into whumpees mouth until tears come to their eyes

be handsy with them

taking photos of them in intimate or humiliating posistions

whumper jerking off onto whumpees face where they're tied up and kneeling

buying whumpee lingerie - if they wear it, they might get some food or even first aid

#whump #manhandling #creepy whumper #carewhumper #cada creates

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sdmnpact · 3 months ago

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"Is that my shirt?"

George Clarke x Reader ff

[] Good Friends with Arthur Hill

[] Arthur Hill invites you to film a drunk cooking videos, things get messy, and you end up in George's shirt.

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"Hey you guys, I'm here with one of my best friends, Y/n!" Arthur pointed at you as you came into the frame waving your arms around. "Hey!! Thanks for inviting me!" You said cheerfully. "Glad you're here! So, today we're gonna be baking a cake BUT we're gonna be getting drunkkk!" He said in a singing song tone. "AND only one of us gets to see the recipe!" He said excitedly showing off the bottle and paper.

You were sorta of excited for this because you always enjoy a good drink with Hill. You two began getting everything in order, setting up the ingredients, shot glasses and cleaning the surfaces. "Okay lets begin." He said clapping his hands together.

You both started off with a shot each. You whinced as the liquid burned your throat. Arthur insisted that he give the instructions and you would mainly fix the ingredient proportions. "Okay pour all your dry ingredients~" he went on listing them as you tried pouring the correct measurements. "New rule! Each time you spill something, thats a shot! Aside from the 1 shot every 20 minutes!" He said in a matter of fact tone raising a finger.

You looked down at the giant mess of flour you made before he said that. "Oh thats just not fair!" You tried contending. "Drink up!" He semi shouted. You sighed as you poured yourself another shot, his eyes focused on you making sure you dont under pour. You poured it back whincing once again at the sensation. "Oh! Look at that, 20 minutes passed, another shot!" He said snickering to himself. You groaned as you poured two more shots.

After a while, you were starting to feel the effects, spilling more as you felt more tipsy. Arthur was getting noticeably drunker as well as you lot were just laughing and making a huge mess instead of making the cake and homemade frosting, well attempting to at least.

By the end of the video, the cake was a lopsided mess and you two were hammered. You were both covered in flour, your clothes somehow dripping with some liquid. "Ew, Arthur, do you have something I can wear?" You asked trying to pull your shirt off. "Oh yeah, give me a second." He said walking off down the hallway leaving you standing in the living room with a sports bra. He returned wearing some fresh clothes and tossed you a large tshirt. You quickly pulled it over yourself.

"Wanna stay here for the night then?" He said lazily as he plopped on the couch. "Sure, cant get an uber like this." You said pointing at yourself. "Im gonna throw my clothes in the wash" you said as he nodded.

You stumbled to the washer machine and took off your pants placing both your clothes inside turning it on. You were quite comfortable with Arthur, you guys tried dating a while back ago but you weren't right for each other. You guys became good friends after that and you frequently hang out. You're also somewhat good friends with his roommates but you dont hang out with them unless Arthur is there. He said they were out tonight so you shouldn't expect them home too soon. That was good news for you because you were just walking around in a large tshirt and underwear.

You were walking back towards the living room until you heard another voice. You slowly creeped around the corner and saw George. You felt yourself get nervous because you didn't want him to see you like that. Either way you were gonna have to walk out eventually. You walked towards the couch hoping he didnt notice how you were dressed.

"Oh hey Y/n! -Um, is that my shirt?" He asked. You turned to look towards him, he looked really nice. He had on a loose fitted shirt that revealed a lot of his chest and his hair was especially curly. "Oh- is it? My bad." Arthur said turning to face you then turning back towards the tv. You mentally scolded him for not telling you that it was George's shirt. "Im sorry, I can change if you'd like!" You said nervously.

"No- its alright. It actually looks better on you than me." He chuckled causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. "I thought you weren't gonna be here until later." You asked George, finally sitting on the couch near Arthur. He seemed sort of out of it and was focused on whatever was on the tv. "Yeah, it was sort of dead tonight so I thought I should just go home. Im glad I-" he stopped himself. "Yeah just wanted to come home." He finished, changing his words.

You found it slightly strange but chose to ignore it. "Well, do you wanna join us? Im staying over tonight so we were-" I paused and looked towards Arthur, who was struggling to stay awake. "Well we were going to watch movies but it looks like Mr. Hill here, can't handle his liquor." You giggled looking at the red cheeked boy passed out on the couch next to you. "Sure! Might as well have someone keep you company." He said laughing at Arthur, who's head was now leaning back with his mouth open.

George walked over, sitting on the other side of you, making himself comfortable. "Looks like you two had a good night, at least." He said, his focus still on Arthur. "Yeah, we filmed a video and you know how it goes." You giggled feeling slightly embarassed and self conscious that you were slurring your words. "You dont seem as bad- I guess you can actually handle your alcohol." He laughed as you nodded. "Yeah, Im slightly out of it but Im alright." You said.

"Well- are you hungry? I can order us a pizza or something?" He asked. You were kind of hungry and nodded your head. You watched as he pulled up his phone seeing a text from Chris.

Can't believe you ditched me for a girl 😠

A girl? You wondered who they were talking about but looked away once he began asking what you wanted. You both agreed on pizza and some toppings as he made the order. Your attention went back to the tv, you were watching Rush Hour as Arthur had put it on before he passed out.

"Do you like this movie?" George asked. "Yeah, its funny." You responded, he just nodded. You two spent the rest of thirty minutes watching the movie until the food arrived. He brought it over to you and brought you some plates. "I dont suppose you want another alcoholic beverage?" He asked with a smile. You shook your head. "No, just a soda for me please." He nodded and brought you one, grabbing a beer for himself. Arthur was still there, his sleeping body just adding to the ambiance.

You both continued watching the movie while eating until it was over. "So, what do you wanna do now?" He asked scrolling through the selection of movies. "We could makeout?" You said jokingly. You noticed how he stiffened, now sitting upright. You regreted your little joke. "Im kidding." You said trying to save yourself from the awkwardness that was seeping in.

"I know... but..." he started leaving you wondering what his next words were going to be. "What if you weren't kidding.." he said, fiddling with his fingers. You went wide eyed thinking about what he meant. Your mind was spiraling now. "What do you mean?" You asked nervously. "You don't understand, do you?" He asked, standing in front of you now. You shook your head slowly.

"He likesss youuuuuuuuugh!" You heard suddenly, both of your heads whipping to look towards Arthur, his eyes still closed and his head still titled back. "Is that true?" You asked, looking back towards George. "Thanks a lot, Arthur." He said as Arthur just waved him off. George came closer, grabbing your hand, beckoning you to stand up. You struggled a bit, but he held you tightly. "Yes. I like you, Y/n." He said with an awkward chuckle. "I've actually liked you for a while-"

"He watches all your videos, he always asks me to invite you over, he-" "OKAY! Thanks Arthur, Ive got it from here!" George said, trying to get Arthur quiet. "Out with it then!" Arthur responded, turning in his seat, hugging a pillow in a fetal position. "Yeah, you dont think I'm weird now, do you?" He asked for reassurance.

"Of course not." You said, placing a hand on his cheek. "I think it's quite sweet, actually." You grinned widely. You felt your heart flutter at this sudden confession. You never really had eyes for George, but you always found him so interesting and funny. You have to admit, you also watched most of his videos and would occasionally steal a glance or two whenever you're in the same room.

"Do you think you'd fancy a date with me then?" He asked sheepishly. "I would love to!" You replied, smiling from ear to ear. "Yay..." You heard a very low but cheery sound coming from the ball on the couch. "Thanks, Arthur!" You beamed happily. Suddenly, he sat upright. "You're welcome, BUT I want to be the best man or maid of honor at the wedding." He said seriously. "You've got it, mate." George chuckled, looking at you. You spent the rest of the night basically curled up with George while Arthur mustered up enough energy to head to his room. "This doesn't count as a first date, just so you know." He said, his head resting on yours. You smiled melting further into him, feeling safe and comfortable in his arms.

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cheol-e-kat · 4 months ago

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heyyyy, could i please request spanking + cheol from your second nsfw bingo 😩😩😣😣😣

oofff you all are popping off with cheol and the nsfw bingo squares - and don't get me wrong, i'm here for it, but i hope we can all match each other's freaks yk

♡ kat

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

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bingo squares: spanking

pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

genres: nextdoorneighbor!seungcheol, college student!reader, age gap

summary: y/n is home from college to find her new next-door neighbor is a much younger, hotter man than when she left the fall before (goodbye old mrs. windermere) - but to y/n he seems very lonely and overworked, and she sets out to fix that

word count: 2.2k

warnings: age-gap, smut, voyeurism, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, spanking, cum eating

it was a cool, balmy morning, perfect for a run. y/n made sure to stop and stretch outside her next-door neighbor’s house. she always started out with a tshirt covering her sports bra, but by the time she had made it around the entire neighborhood, she would just be so hot and sweaty that she would have to take it off. just in time to see seungcheol heading out for his workday - she thought it was cute that he always waved and said ‘hi.’

besides, why not let mr. choi see what he was missing. why he was all alone in a huge house, y/n had no idea - it felt a bit sad to her - and she imagined he was a bit sad, she felt like he deserved a little show. something he could store away in his man-brain. she liked to imagine that he jerked off to thoughts of her while he showered.

lately, she had even made sure to leave her curtains open at night when she was changing for bed - her bedroom faced his. she was basically doing him a service. like a good deed or whatever. and the thought that he might be watching only made her put in the extra effort, like wearing her cutest underwear. because, really, that poor man, all alone in a huge house, and no one around to take care of his needs - she couldn’t even imagine how blue his balls must be.

plus, why not make him ache to be balls deep in her hot, tight pussy. she had always liked the idea of an older man anyway. boys her age were less than ideal - they didn’t know how to handle her. but she was certain mr. choi would know exactly how to take care of her and all of her needs.

not to mention, she had the best reason to randomly knock on his door - she was house sitting for her parents. so she was all alone in a big house, just one girl against all the creepy sounds that could happen, like trees scraping the window or the raccoons that liked snuffling around her mother’s composting area. and what if she heard sounds like someone breaking in?

she was ecstatic that her mom had already let the neighbors know that she would be home alone that summer while her parents were off doing some research in whatever far-flung country. her amazing mother had even taken her to meet her new neighbor, since he was right next door - the closest in case y/n needed something. he had been so nice too, letting her know that she could drop by anytime. he even offered to let her use his pool since he wasn’t really home to enjoy it himself.

so far, she hadn’t taken advantage of his offer to use his pool, but this morning, she planned to ask him if it was okay, since it was really hot. plus she was tired of banging around her parent’s. although, she had baked some cookies - she felt like she might take those to him, as well. whatever she needed to do to get to ride his face - she really didn’t care.

she made her way back, picking up her pace a bit, worried she might miss him - he was like clockwork - she knew when he left and when he came home, always roughly at the same time each day. she made it back just in time to almost collide with him as she walked to knock on his front door.

she laughed, “oh, i’m so sorry, mr. choi,” she gushed, “i just wanted to ask if it was still okay if i used your pool?” she made sure to stand with a hand on her hip and to do her best to not look out of breath.

he was dressed in a button-down and slacks, his suit jacket slung over his arm, and half a bagel in his mouth. he was so cute - his hair was just the right amount of messy, but otherwise, he looked so clean-cut. he held up a finger to her and unlocked his car, a nice two-seater, and unceremoniously chucked his bag and jacket in before turning back to her.

she watched him take her in for a second, “yeah, the pool - of course - i can give you the gate code if you have your phone?”

she didn’t run with her phone actually - she liked to have her breaks from tech. she smiled, “oh, no, i don’t actually - could you text it to me?”

of course he could, like the darling he was. he took her number and sent the gate code to her.

“there’s some snacks and drinks in the outdoor kitchen too,” he offered.

“oh, thanks - that’s so kind of you,” she genuinely smiled because it was really sweet, since she had never seen anyone really come by his house.

he smiled, “and it’s seungcheol - mr. choi is my dad,” his dimples only grew at the bad line.

she laughed though - he was cute enough to get away with a few corny lines. she thanked him again and made sure to tell him to ‘have a good day’ and all of the things he should be told before he went off to work his insane hours. she had the urge to kiss him, but instead, she just flashed her cutest smile and walked back home.

she showered and changed into a skimpy bikini. she grabbed a book and some extra snacks and her phone, and headed through the back yard to enjoy seungcheol’s amazing pool. she swam for a bit and then lounged and read - it was nice to be able to go back and forth between the pool and her book without having to worry about anyone bothering her stuff.

she did the same thing the next day too. and the next. but friday, she changed course - she stopped him again in the morning, and offered to make him dinner - she knew he would be home at a reasonable hour, plus she did want to pay him back. actually, pay him back because he had been really nice. plus, being inside his home would really progress things.

he hadn’t seemed as surprised as she had hoped, but he agreed all the same.

she was a great cook - she was not concerned about that part of things at all. she had planned a menu the day before and made a grocery order for fillets with a pan sauce, potatoes that she would roast, and she was planning a beet salad with goat’s cheese, some bread that she had started the night before, and dessert would be cherry galette with sweet cream - something easy to throw together but eye catching. she was in no mood to half-ass this.

she only went to the pool for a quick swim, and then she went home to bake and cook. she made sure everything was perfect and prepped before she went to grab a shower, dress, do some quick makeup, and generally look as perfect as possible. and then she made her way to seungcheol’s house.

he opened the door, still wearing his clothes from the day - his top shirt buttons were unbuttoned, his sleeves were rolled up, and he had a drink. he smiled, and she couldn’t help but return the smile when she fully saw his dimples. he was just so cute and gorgeous. she wondered if his cock was perfect too.

he hung around in the kitchen talking to her as she finished things off. he wasn’t distracting, but he did comment a few times that she had gone to a lot of trouble.

she just laughed, “i’m home alone all day - this was a fun distraction, plus your pool is so amazing and you’ve been so nice to let me use it,” she said with a smile.

he was quiet, though. she glanced up and noticed the way he was watching her - his gaze taking her in. he nodded, “how could i say ‘no’ to you though?” he asked, voice softer than she was prepared for.

she blushed, “i mean it’s pretty easy actually - my dad says ‘no’ to me all the time,” she smiled and turned back to what she was doing.

she glanced back to see him nodding, “i’m sure you don’t do quiet so much to try to please your dad though, do you?”

she felt the small shivers that broke out over her skin - his voice was so deep. she shrugged, “that’s not really my department.”

“no, you don’t want to make your father happy?” he sounded incredulous, as he gave his drink a small swirl.

she was pulling dishes from the oven, making sure all the times lined up. she didn’t answer immediately.

instead, she felt his hands on her hips, “does he know the kind of underwear you wear to bed?” she felt his lips brush her throat, “does he know what a slut you are for my attention?” he whispered just beneath her ear, his lips dragging gently over her skin.

her eyelids fluttered closed at the contact. she felt his hands slide down the front of the dress she was wearing, before hiking it up, “what underwear are you wearing tonight, baby girl?” he whispered, even as his hands traced up her thighs to her panties - feeeling the barely there satin that just covered her pussy.

she felt the hard way he exhaled, “fuck,” he murmured, his fingers slipping under the fabric, “and already wet for me too.”

she shivered again, letting him pick her up and settle her on the counter, he fit perfectly between her thighs. she wrapped her legs around his trim waist, as he pulled her close, kissing her roughly. she moaned breathily as she returned his kisses.

when he leaned back, he gazed at her, “you did mean for us to eat though, didn’t you?”

she nodded meekly.

he smiled, “right,” his fingers traced down her throat and grazed her breast, “you went to so much trouble for me,” he whispered, smiling.

she shook her head, “it wasn’t trouble,” she reached up, smoothing his bangs from his face.

“if you just wanted to fuck, i would say it was a lot of trouble since the gate code and the door code are the same,” he watched her as she nodded slowly, accepting what he had just implied.

he pressed a bit closer, “but you want more than just a few gos on my cock, don’t you, baby doll?”

she bit her lower lip, nodding, “yes,” she breathed.

she was almost surprised that they made it through dinner. by the time she offered him dessert, he pulled her into his lap, rushing to kiss her. his hand sliding easily between her legs. he swiped her panties to the side and stuffed his fingers in roughly, “so fucking tight,” he whispered.

she gasped softly, trying to control her breath as he began to finger her and kiss her throat and exposed chest. she was almost shocked by how quickly she came, her juices gushing for him - it usually took ages for her to even come with other guys. but before she could really take it in, he was picking her up and placing her on the table. he pushed her dress up past her midriff. she saw him stick his fingers in the cream on the galette - he held them out to her. she opened her mouth, licking his fingers clean, letting him push his fingers farther and farther into her mouth.

“look at you, baby girl, so good for me,” he smiled, pulling his fingers from her mouth and swiping them through the cream again - this time they didn’t go to her mouth. she felt the sudden chilly, stickiness in her pussy - she clenched around his fingers. he nodded, “so perfect, baby, i don’t even have to tell you what to do,” he murmured.

and then he was eating her out. stretching her and licking the cream from inside her. she fell back onto the hardwood dining table, sure that she had never felt more bliss. and he brought her so close to orgasm and pulled back, he gave her pussy a small smack.

“seungcheol,” she whined softly as she felt a second smack that landed perfectly on her clit, causing her hips to buck.

“hmm, what is it little girl? what do you need from daddy?” he asked as he finally pulled her panties off, dropping them to the side.

“need you - need your cock,” she whimpered.

he nodded, “i know little girl,” he smoothed her hair, “maybe in a bit, but first i need to do something,” he smiled as he dragged her to the edge of the table and flipped her over onto her stomach.

she felt him carass her ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly, and then smacking them gently - his smacks were small at first, and then they were harder, open palmed smacks that made her jolt slightly forward against the table. she could only moan and whimper in response.

it went on for several minutes until he seemed satisfied that she had been spanked enough, “just so you know why i’m spanking you, baby girl, if you ever go running and take your shirt off again so everyone in the neighborhood can see your perfect little tits bouncing, i won’t take it easy on you, i’ll really have to punish you - understood?” he whispered, his hand was gently stroking her reddened skin, soothing her after the fact.

she nodded, “yes, daddy,” she moaned.

he seemed satisfied, sighing softly, “good - now we can go upstairs, and i can take care of you the way you’ve been begging for me to all month.”

she sat up, wincing slightly - he kissed her softly, his hands cupping her face, “you want to be good for me, don’t you?” he whispered as he pulled away.

she nodded, wanting nothing else.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

a/n: i love writing cheol - fr you have no idea how usually when i write a long fic it's cheol-centric - him and his boba eyes and his amazing eyelashes - he is def the definition of sexy 30s

♡ kat

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sulfursmells · 2 months ago

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Maintenance

"Hey Mr. Mey the electitricty is acting weird can you come and fix it." Xavier asked relunctingly to his buildings super. The building he lived in wasn't expensive despite being in a more wealthy neighborhood. Xavier signed a lease thinking it was a steal living in such a nice apartment for so little. Ever so often something would need fixing , the sink, lights wifi you name it. That's when he'd call Mr.Mey a pretty fit dude with an ass that was almost impossible to not stare at. It was a surprise since he only ever showed up wearing nothing more than a plain black tshirt and underwear streatchdd so thin by his cheeks there were see through. Xavier would watch him while he worked seeing Mr.Meys ass jiggle and ripple with each movement. “Can you hand me that bulb down there” he would ask Xavier to which he would oblige, handing the bulb getting up close to his cheeks. Pppprpptttt. It was small smelly puff of air blowing into Xavier’s nose that snapped him out of his trance. “Im done now. I’ll be going” Mr.Mey stepped down from his ladder,lifting one leg and ripping a nasty fart before exiting Xavier’s apartment. Xavier sat in his intoxicating stench wondering what would break next to warrant another call.

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flowery-mess · 2 months ago

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polaroid kisses

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: oral both receiving / protected sex / taking pictures while having sex - consentualy / let me know if I missed something please

Words: 5,8k

Author's note: long time no see with frat boy Noah💗 if you wanna know the story of how Ella got her polaroid camera, you can read it here. Find the picture that inspired this one shot under the cut🤭 it's not really proof read so any mistakes should be a warning too

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“You wanna come over?”

Noah’s message showed up on your screen. It was Tuesday 4PM, a weird time for him to want to hang out with you, unless something bad happened or he’s really in the mood for sex.

“To do what?” you texted back.

“Sit in silence and stare at the ceiling.”

“Funny.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“That makes me feel like your booty call.”

“Shut up, I’m not paying you and won’t kick you out of the door after.”

“But you’re gonna call me a taxi to get to your place.”

“You can walk if you prefer that.”

“You can jerk off if you prefer that.”

“Got it, I’ll be there in 20.”

He must be badly in the mood.

You got up from your bed where you were watching some random Netflix show and got ready. No need to dress up for Noah, but you felt like some nice underwear would be nice to boost his mood, because you knew that you’ll benefit from it.

You threw some decent underwear on and then black tshirt dress over it. After grabbing your phone, wallet and keys you checked the time that showed you had 5 minutes to walk to the parking lot, perfect.

Clara and Molly were out, that saved you from annoying questions and comments as you put on your shoes and left the small dorm.

As you walked through the campus you saw people walking in and out of the school building, some people were laying in the middle of the grass with books in their hands and enjoying the nice warm weather that finally arrived.

As you got to the parking lot, Noah was already parked in his usual spot. His black car was still on and you could see him scrolling on his phone.

You walked over to the passenger side and knocked on the window, finally catching his attention. His hand reached to push the unlock button and then you heard the short snap, signaling that you can open the door.

“Hey.” he said when you sat down and closed the door behind you.

“Hey.” you greeted him back and looked him over. His hair was a bit messy, probably because he didn’t have to leave anywhere today. He was wearing a plain white shirt with black sports shorts, his usual home attire.

“You wanna get some food?” he backed out of the parking space and gave you a quick glance to see what your answer was going to be.

“Yeah, I’m starving.”

You managed to agree on chinese take out, both of you were surprised that you didn’t have to fight and play rock paper scissors to see who wins and picks the food.

You stopped by your favorite place and got your meals, then it was straight to his place. The drive was silent, Noah’s filled only with the music and his fingers tapping along on the steering wheel.

You like driving with Noah, you have the perfect opportunity to stare at him and all the little details you find attractive.

Like his thighs that are spread on his seat, the muscles in his right thigh that are moving when he needs to press on gas or break. Especially when he wears shorts like today, so you can admire his tattoos.

Or his face. He’s a calm driver, focused on the road and paying attention to his surroundings. He won’t yell when other drivers get in his way (sometimes he does), but usually he just furrows his eyebrows and slows down or you see him take a deep breath and grip the steering wheel.

He knows you’re staring everytime you’re in the car with him and most of the time he teases you about it, but not today. Today he feels a bit cheeky so he flexes his thighs on purpose or rests his hand on his thigh, gripping it when someone pulls in front of him the last second.

“I have to take this home today, or you’re gonna think I don’t want it.” you said when you entered your living room and saw the pink polaroid camera on his table. You managed to forget it every single time when you were at his place, either because you were being late and had to run out or because you simply forgot.

“Nah, I know you can’t hold a thought in your head for longer than a minute. You forget so many things here that I started wondering if I should take that as a sign.” he said with a smirk and went to grab two forks for you.

“A sign?” you sat down on his couch and wondered what he was talking about.

“That you fell in love with me and want me to ask you to move in.” his smirk grew bigger and he threw one fork in your lap before sitting down next to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before saying “You wish, you’re just surprised that every girl doesn’t have to fall in love with you.”

“You know you love me.” he said playfully.

You rolled your eyes again and opened your food. You enjoyed this side of him, relaxed and playful.

After you finished food you expected Noah to take you straight to his bed, but he got himself comfortable on the couch and resumed the show he was watching before he went to pick you up.

You fiddled with the polaroid camera, exploring all of its settings and pushing different buttons. You lifted it up to your eyes and took a picture. Of Noah.

“What are you doing?”

“I did some new settings and wanted to see how the picture looked.” you shrugged your shoulders and started shaking the paper.

“What settings?”

“I don’t know, I just pushed some buttons.”

“You should stop before you break it.” he shook his head and continued to watch the show.

“You don’t wanna see it?” you asked him as the picture finally came to live on the small piece of paper.

“No, I hate pictures of myself.”

“But you look cute, aw look at your little nose!” you said in a baby voice and crawled to the other side of the couch where he was sitting. You put the picture in front of his eyes so he had to look. He was captured from his side, his body relaxed into the couch, but his face was focused on the TV and he was scrunching his nose.

“Amazing.” he replied with an annoyed voice and pushed your hand that was holding the picture down. “I know about different pictures that we could take.”

“What do you mean?” innocent you had no clue what he was talking about, but you felt the change in his mood.

He kept your hand with the picture in his lap, his fingers wrapping around it to keep you from moving back to the other side, away from him.

“You’re so sweet Ella, so pure.” he said and his eyes scanned your face, making sure that you really didn’t know what he was talking about. “Have you ever taken a nude picture?”

Your cheeks got red after his question and you immediately tried to move out of his space, but he didn’t let you.

“No.” you answered and kept looking anywhere but in his eyes. His hand took your jaw and made you look at him. His thumb caressed your skin and he kept thinking how to ask you without scaring you off.

“Have you ever thought about it?” he saw the answer in your eyes, but also saw your shyness and hesitation and didn’t want to make you feel pressured, so he said “It’s okay, you don’t have to answer.”

Silence followed, his eyes were still scanning your face and his thumb was slowly and teasingly moving over your lips. He pulled at it and you let him, you let him push the tip of his thumb in your mouth and drag your lip down.

“Can I?” he ask and took the polaroid camera from your hand. You just nodded your head and waited for what he was going to do with it.

He put it to his left eye and closed the other and snapped a picture of you. He could see the mixed feelings in your face as he took his finger away, your saliva connecting him to you until you closed your mouth and tried to pull yourself together.

Noah mimicked your actions from earlier and started shaking the picture in his hand, before looking at it.

You haven’t seen the picture yet, but you analysed his facial expressions when he was looking at it. His eyes grew darker and his lips had a playful smirk on them.

“Look at you.” he turned the paper around so you could see it.

Your eyes were so big in the picture, staring somewhere higher that the camera, probably at Noah. His thumb was the reason your mouth was opened in a way that you thought was something you could call sexy. You stared at the picture and thought about how it made you feel. You felt yourself get warmer and suddenly more nervous. You wondered what would Noah look like if you took a picture of him, with your fingers in his hair or maybe your hand gripping his jaw.

“Can I keep it?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said with a trembling voice. Noah put the picture on his coffee table and the camera in his lap.

“Come here.” he said before pulling you in a kiss by your chin. His lips felt familiar and you felt grounded after the new wave of experience.

He tugged at your leg to make you straddle his lap. When you did, he got himself comfortable and leaned back into the couch. Your hands went straight to his hair, making it even more messy and pulling a silent growl from him.

You felt his hand slide between your bodies where the camera was before he pulled away from the kiss.

“Do you wanna take one?” he put it in your hand and gave you an encouraging squeeze. You just nodded your head and started thinking of how you want to do it.

You let your free hand trace his face, you pulled his hair out of his face, then slid your fingers over his cheek, lips until you settled on his jaw.

He saw the hesitation in your eyes, so he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, keeping your hand in place before he said “Like this.”

You lifted the camera to your eye and tightened your grip on his jaw which caused his lips to turn into a smirk once again. You pushed the button and second after the paper rolled out. You set it down and before you felt confident in looking at the picture, your fingers continued to trace Noah’s jaw and then down his neck. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth and pulled the picture out.

Noah felt your thighs squeeze around his waist when you looked at the paper. His head laid back against the couch and his chin was lifted up by your hand. His lips were smirking and slightly swollen from the kissing before. His hand was holding your hand in place and his eyes were looking straight to the camera. Your breath quickened a little and you asked “Can I keep it?” before you could think about what you were saying.

“Of course you can.” he whispered and let your eyes linger over the picture.

When you felt like you had it memorised, you felt something snap inside you.

You put the camera and picture down and dove straight back for Noah’s lips. You didn’t hold back, feeling turned on by those two simple pictures.

Noah returned the hungry kisses, his hands all over your body and soon you felt him lift you both from the couch. You couldn’t help it, you did it before you could think what you’re about to do, you reached down to grab the polaroid from the couch.

“That’s my girl.” Noah giggled at your eagerness and continued walking in the direction to his bedroom.

Noah sat down on his bed with you in his lap, slowly moving on the matters so he could lay down and keep you straddling him. He would never admit it, but he loves it when you’re on top. Not just sexually, it can be only kissing on his couch like minutes before, he just loves when you’re the one on top.

You let him lay down and fiddle with the camera in your hands, unsure what to do with it now.

“You wanna take another one?” Noah’s fingers traced slow gentle circles on your thighs.

“I don’t know, oh god I don’t even know why I brought it here. Let me-” you leaned on your right hand and were about to put it on Noah’s nightstand, but he stopped you.

“Wait. You like it, don’t you?” he asked, but not to tease, he wanted to help you decide if you want the camera involved or not.

“I don’t know Noah, I’ve never done anything like this.” he could hear the frustration in your voice.

“Hey, it’s okay if you like it. You can take pictures of me if you want. At any time, I trust you with them.” he said and he meant it. He knows that taking pictures during sex is risky and he wouldn’t let just anyone do that, but he trusts you. He trusts you that you will keep them just for yourself.

“At any time?” you repeat his words.

“Yeah, at any time.” he saw the wheels in your head turning and pulled you down to distract you with kisses.

You imagined all the possibilities, all the times where you looked at Noah down between your thighs and wished you could take a picture, or when you were on top and he was a mess under you, or when you were on your knees for him and you dared to steal a glance up at his face in bliss.

You reached down to tug at his shirt, telling him you want to take it off without words. He let you roll it up his body and lifted himself so you could take it off completely.

You sat straight, looking down at him and your fingers were twitching with need to take a picture.

Like if he could read your mind he said “Do it.” and you took the small camera in your hands and lifted it to your eye again.

He was smirking up at you, enjoying the way you rested your hand on his chest. Like if you wanted to be part of the picture with him. The picture complimented his tattoos with making his skin very pale so all of the colored ink could be seen. You looked at the picture and felt the excitement in you grow even more.

“How do I look?” Noah asked.

“Mhm, like I’m gonna keep this one too.” you put it on the nightstand and went back for Noah’s lips.

You rolled your hips and felt the bulge in his shorts. You rolled your hips again and this time you let out the sweetest moan for Noah’s ears.

His hands rolled your dress up to your waist and you took the hint, you lifted your hands so he could take them off of you and threw them somewhere on the floor.

His gaze fell to your chest and you felt his grip on your thighs tighten. It seemed like your choice of underwear worked exactly like you expected. It wasn’t anything special, just a matching set of black bra and panties and both of them had some lace around the hem. It wasn’t too much, but it was more than nothing.

Noah’s eyes fell to the polaroid camera that was laying next to your bodies and then he looked at your face.

“Can I?” he asked and you knew what he was asking for.

You chewed on your lip and thought about your answer. You trust him too, he makes you feel sexy, but there was still something inside you that made you feel almost guilty for doing it. Before the racional part of your brain could take over, you nodded your head.

“I need words for this baby. You don’t have to let me do it, it’s okay if you say no.” how could you say no to him? He always asks for your consent, especially when he sees your hesitation about some things.

“Yes, you can do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am, I just don’t know what to do with my face.”

“It doesn’t have to be in it, would that be more comfortable for you?” he reached for the camera, the pink item looking so small in his hands.

“Yeah.” he just nodded in return and focused on you. He leveled the camera in a way where only your neck and the rest of your body was visible. You suddenly got nervous, not knowing what to do with your hands and where to look.

“Here, hold my hand.” Noah offered you his free hand and you grabbed it with both of yours. Your hands rested on his tummy, this position making your chest look more full and he had to hold a growl back. “So fucking hot.” he said after he took the picture and you could feel your cheeks turn red.

He looked at it, staring at the colors appearing and showing your curves on the small paper. He put it next to his picture on the nightstand and grabbed you by your neck to meet him in a kiss.

It was messy, his tongue was inside your mouth and fighting for dominance. You started grinding against him and grabbed his shoulders for some support.

Noah slowly lifted himself to a sitting position, never breaking the kiss and switched the position so now he was hovering above you. You had more space to reach down and tug his shorts down with what he helped you with, taking them off of his legs and kicking them on the floor.

He gave one more kiss and then kissed his way down your body.

He stopped at your neck, kissing and biting a little in places that he knew drove you crazy. If there will be a mark of his mouth, he will definitely take a picture of that later.

He left open mouth kisses on your chest, teasing your nipples through the lacy fabric first. His hands slid down under your body and you arched your back, burying his head between your boobs and giving him space to open your bra at the same time.

Once your chest was bare you said something that surprised the both of you.

“You wanna take a picture?” in a voice that was barely a whisper.

“Are you serious?” Noah’s head was laying on your chest, looking at you with hoping eyes.

“I mean without my face in it, and maybe I would just cover myself with my hands a little.”

“Are you sure?” he wanted to take that picture so bad, so fucking bad, but he didn’t want you to feel like you had to let him.

“Yes.” he kissed you between your boobs and then your lips before he straddled your lap and grabbed the came. You used your hands to cover your nipples, squeezing them a little.

“Can I use my free hand?” Noah asked. He wanted to be in the picture, he wanted to be part of that, in case someone else saw it, they would know that he was the one touching you.

“Mhm.” you nodded your head yes and laid your right hand next to your body. Noah’s left hand reached out to your boobs, teasing your nipple before he cupped the full breast, making sure your nipple is covered. Once he was satisfied with the hand placement he snapped a picture.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, fuck.” he muttered through his teeth once the picture was done. It probably wasn’t his intention, but all of his words, stares and touches gave you more and more confidence.

Throwing the picture on the pile with others, he threw the camera on the pillow next to your head and went back to worship your body.

He played with your nipples, powered by the hunger he bit on it and then licked around to soothe the pain. He heard your little whimpers and moans, wishing he could capture them too. Maybe another time.

When he moved down on your body, he kissed the soft skin on your tummy before he reached your panties.

Before he could even look up at you or ask you, you were lifting your hips for him. He took them off and sat between your legs, leaning back on his heels to take the view in. He pushed your legs apart so he could see your pussy. Already wet, already waiting for him.

He would do anything for a picture of you just like that, but it would be too much too soon. He took a mental picture at least, thinking about moments like these when he was alone and picturing his hand stroking his dick was yours.

Noah laid on his front and at first used his fingers to spread your lips apart. The movement of his fingers was smooth, thanks to your already wet pussy.

He pushed just an inch of his fingers in you to gather your juices and then spread them over your clit. Both of you moaning at the feeling.

“Noah.” you moaned his name and that was like a last push for him to dive in. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue skilfully circling around your clit.

His movements were steady, just teasing you at first. He kept his fingers in place, spreading you apart for better access. His tongue slid down to your entrance, teasing you there with circling movements before he pushed in. Something that he knew made you go crazy.

You closed your eyes and focused on the movements of Noah’s tongue. You felt him push in and out of you a few times before he returned back to your clit. You dared to open your eyes and look down at him and then the filthiest idea struck you.

Your eyes were on Noah who was sucking on your clit with closed eyes, enjoying it as much as you. You reached for the polaroid, your movements making Noah look up at you, but his mouth never left your core.

“Can I?” you managed to breath out, your hands shaking.

“Of course.” Noah smirked against you, happy about your sudden confidence.

You angled the camera at Noah, he lifted his eyes to look in it and while tongue fucking you he managed to give you one of his boyish smiles. You didn’t look at the picture, you immediately put it on the nightstand along with the camera, but if you would spare a second to look at it, you’d see Noah smiling at you and his face covered in you, which made his face shiny in the picture.

You threw your head against the pillow and focused back on Noah between your thighs. He picked up the pace and you found it harder to stay still. He felt you squeeze around his tongue when he slid it in as deep as he could and used his fingers to rub at your clit. The wave of pleasure came soon after that, making your back shoot up from the mattress and your thighs close around Noah’s head. He kept licking you through the aftershocks until you pushed him away.

He kissed his way back up, leaving wet spots at every place he chose to kiss.

“You’re gonna keep that picture? Use it when you’re alone? Huh?” he spoke dirty things against your mouth and you just nodded in response, still high from your orgasm. You pulled him down by his neck, eager to taste yourself on his lips.

“You’re gonna touch yourself while looking at it, wishing it was me?” he didn’t stop with his dirty thoughts which made you squeeze your thighs together.

“Shut up.” you said and pushed him away, using the moment of his surprise to push him to his back so you could actually give him something so he’D shut up and stopped making you flustered.

You pulled his boxers down and reached for his hard dick, not giving Noah even a second to process the change in positions.

“Fucking hell Ella.” he moaned at the sudden warmth of your mouth around him. You tasted his precum, smirking to yourself, because you know what giving you oral does to him. Not only one time has he come from eating you out and humping against the mattress.

Taking a picture of you didn’t even occur to his mind, there was no way you’d agree. But you were still dizzy from your orgasm and the view of him between your legs that you wanted him to look at you the same way you looked at him.

“Take a picture.” you rested your head on his inner thigh and kept stroking him with just your hand.

“W-what?” Noah stuttered, his eyes were closed and he was sure he didn’t hear you right.

“Take a picture, so you have something when you’re alone too.”

He lifted his head from his pillow, looking at you with an open mouth.

“Or don’t if you don’t want to.” you shrugged your shoulders and took him in your mouth again. You were moving your head up and down when you saw his hand reach for the polaroid. His hands were shaking too, he didn’t even focus on where the camera was pointing and pushed the button. When he heard the picture come out he almost threw the camera away.

He didn’t know it yet, but he managed to capture the moment when you lifted your eyes to look at him with your mouth slightly open around his dick, your pupils blown and full of hunger. That’s definitely going to stay in the drawer of his nightstand.

Noah’s hand slipped through your hair, pushing you down to take him fully in your mouth and hold you there for a few seconds. Then he let you take a deep breath and pulled you up by your chin.

“I’m gonna fuck you from behind, take a picture of that pretty ass, yeah?” he said almost breathlessly.

“Yeah.” you replied and he pulled you in for a kiss. Hungry, messy and dirty kiss. It seemed like your shyness and inexperience was thrown out of the window, based on the way you positioned yourself for him.

You got on all fours and let your hands slide to the edge of his bed, your chest fully against the mattress and you ass high.

“Good girl.” he moved to kneel behind you after he rolled on a condom. He gave your ass a small spank, nothing too much as that’s not really his style.

You felt the tip of his dick slide through your folds a few times, collecting your wetness before he finally pushed himself in.

Moans filled the bedroom, neither of you moving, just enjoying the feeling of him inside you.

“Feel so good.” Noah said when he bottomed you out. “So tight, just for me.”

You were the first one to move, giving him a hint to start fucking you.

He found a pace, not slow, not quick, but comfortable for both of you pleasures. Out of the corner of your eye you saw how take the camera in his hands before he asked for your consent again.

You let out barely a whispered “Yes.” and closed your eyes, feeling so overwhelmed from the way he was making you full, hitting just the right spot and angling the camera behind you.

This time he took the paper in his hand and waited for the full picture to appear and leaned down so his bare chest was against your back.

He put the picture in front of you so you could see.

“Look at that, look at you taking my cock so well.” he whispered in your ear and earned a moan in response.

“Noah, fuck.” your knees started giving up and Noah had to use his arm to steady you.

“Turn around, wanna see you when you come on my cock.” he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the sudden empty feeling.

He let you turn around and lay on your back, lining himself at your entrance the second your back hit the mattress.

He eased into you and leaned down on his elbows so he could be close to you. His head fell to the crook of your neck, covering the skin with his hot breath.

“Noah, more, I need more.” you begged him and ran your nails over his back, leaving red trails behind them.

His hand sneaked down between your bodies and applied pressure on your clit, his pace still the same but his thrusts became more aggressive, needy.

He lifted his head and looked at you, thinking if you’re in the right state to be asked this question.

“Look at me baby.” he nudged your chin with his nose and you opened your eyes to look at him. “Can I take a picture of you when you come? Wanna keep that pretty face when you fall apart with me forever.”

He felt you squeeze around him at his words, cursing to himself to last longer than you, so he can watch you come undone first.

“Yeah.” you nodded and your nose brushed his with the movement. “But I want one of you too.”

“Deal.” he smirked against your lips and stole a few of your kisses.

Taking the camera in his hand he lifted himself so he could move faster and have a good angle of your face.

“Fuck, faster Noah, please.” you whined when he hit that spot inside you again, this time feeling even better.

His hips moved faster and harder and you felt the heat building inside you. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, but Noah wasn’t having any of that.

“Open your eyes for me, come on.” he encouraged you and you tried, you really tried. But then the pleasure hit you, orgasm taking over your body and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Noah managed to snap a picture before that happened, your eyes were half open and looking up at him. Your mouth was hanging open and he was sure he has your moans memorised that he’s going to hear them when he’s going to be looking at the picture. Your hair was messily thrown over the pillow and even the red marks on your neck from his previous bites were visible on the picture.

He carefully threw the camera next to you when he felt his own orgasm approaching.

“I’m close, fuck Ella I’m so close.” he lifted one of your legs over your shoulder, giving himself something to lean on.

You pointed the camera on his face, he didn’t have his eyes open, but you didn’t mind. His eyes were closed and eyebrows furrowed with concentration, his mouth was open and grunt and groans were leaving out of it.

You felt the warmth as he spilled in the condom, his thighs were shaking against you and his head slightly fell back, that’s when you snapped the picture.

You let him thrust into you a few more times, fuck himself through the last shocks of orgasm.

“Fuck Ella, that was-” he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah, it was.” you laughed at his fucked out state, turning to your side and looking at him still trying to catch his breath.

You collected the last two pictures that were laying next to you and put them on the nightstand, same with the camera.

“Hey, I wanna see them.” Noah said when he was finally able to speak again.

“Let’s clean up first.” you dragged him out of the bed and picked up his shirt from the floor on your way to the bathroom.

Noah’s always quicker with his night routine, so it was no surprise to find him in the bed, looking through the polaroid pictures and smirking to himself.

“Damn Ella, we’re hot.” he laughed at his joke along with you, but when you took some of the picture in your hands you had to admit he wasn’t wrong. The pictures were hot, capturing pure pleasure and real connection.

“Look at you.” he showed you the one he took of your climax.

“Oh god, put it away.” you pushed his hand out of your face and suddenly felt too shy to even look at yourself.

“You weren’t so shy about it just minutes ago.” he poked your side, but put his pile of pictures inside the drawer on his side.

He’s going to keep them safely there, no one is ever going to see them, only him.

“Stop it.” you threw yourself against the mattress and hid yourself under the blanket.

“Wait, we have to do the post sex selfie so we have the full collection.” he pulled the blanket down from your face and you saw the camera in his hand once again, this time attempting to take a selfie.

“You’re an idiot.” you mumbled to yourself, but rested your head on his shoulder so he could take the picture.

“Wait, we need one more, so we both can have one.” he snapped another one and then handed it to you.

When he was happy with the selfies, he put the camera aside and turned his lamp off. The room was dark and you fell in comfortable silence.

Both of you were laying on your sides of the bed, knowing very well that one of you is going to end up being cuddled in a matter of minutes.

Noah was the first one to pull you into his side, nuzzling his face into your hair and you couldn’t help but tease him once more before you fell asleep.

“Do you want your own polaroid? A baby blue one, so we could be matching.” you poked his ribs and felt him squirm away a little.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You looked like you had fun tonight.”

“My phone can take even better pictures. I don’t need this silly camera.”

“Sure.” you laughed at the idea of buying him the blue one for his birthday and he pushed you down under the blanket, because that seemed like the best solution to shut you up at that moment.

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koyagifs · 9 months ago

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𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

pairing: mingi x reader au: idol | establish relationship genre: fluff word count: 1.008 words summary: finally being able to spent time with Mingi, you both laid in bed. warning(s): -

As you and Mingi lay in bed together, the soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the room. It was rare to have a day completely to yourselves, and you were savoring every moment of it. Mingi, blissfully asleep beside you, had a peaceful expression on his face, his hair slightly tousled and a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he dreamed.

You couldn’t help but smile as you scrolled through your phone, catching up on messages and social media. But every now and then, you’d glance at him, feeling grateful for this quiet time together. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in your little haven.

After a while, you decided to put your phone down and just watch him. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath was soothing. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a soft smile growing on your face.

“Mingi,” you whispered, leaning closer to him, hoping to rouse him from his slumber. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

He stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently before cracking one eye open. “Hmm… five more minutes,” he grumbled, a sleepy grin spreading across his face as he rolled over to face you fully.

You laughed softly. “We have the whole day ahead of us! Come on, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

He blinked at you, still half-asleep but clearly intrigued. “Oh? How so?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You flicked his forehead, a whine escaping his lips as you giggled. Leaving the bed, revealing that you're only wearing his tshirt and a pair of underwear. He froze, his eyes not leaving your figure.

" get your head out of the gutter Song. You promised pancakes today"

He blinked a few times, the sleep still clouding his thoughts, but your teasing tone pulled him from his daze. Mingi let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he sat up. “You know I can’t help it when you look like that,” he said, trying to feign innocence while his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

You smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, you can admire the view after breakfast. Now, get up, Chef Mingi!”

With a dramatic sigh, he threw the covers off and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. “Fine, fine. Pancakes first, then I get my reward,” he said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress another giggle. “Just hurry up before I change my mind!”

He laughed, padding across the room in search of his sweatpants, a playful glint in his eye. “You know I can’t resist your cooking. Besides, I need fuel to make the perfect pancakes.”

As you made your way to the kitchen, you could hear him mumbling to himself about the “culinary masterpieces” he was about to create. You smiled, your heart warming at how easily he could turn any moment into something special.

After gathering the ingredients, you both fell into a comfortable rhythm, laughing and playfully bickering over the proper way to flip pancakes. With every flip and pour, the kitchen filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast, mixed with the sweet sounds of your laughter.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. This was a good idea,” Mingi said, trying to sneak a bite of batter from the bowl.

“Hey! You’re supposed to wait until they’re cooked!” you scolded, playfully swatting his hand away.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I promise I’ll be on my best behavior… after

Mingi leaned in to kiss your cheek, a playful grin on his face. Just as he turned away, you began to plate the pancakes, the golden stacks looking as delicious as ever. The sweet aroma filled the kitchen, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well everything was coming together.

“Alright, Chef Mingi, time to show off your skills!” you encouraged, turning to him with a teasing grin.

He puffed out his chest, feigning seriousness. “You mean my skills at eating? Because I excel at that!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Let’s hope you can cook them as well as you can eat!”

As you began to stack the pancakes on the plate, Mingi leaned against the counter, watching you with admiration. “You make everything look easy,” he said, genuine warmth in his voice.

“Only because I have you to help,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm.

Just then, Mingi jumped into action, grabbing a fork and waving it like a microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… the world’s fluffiest pancakes!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. “Okay, okay, now let’s get serious before they burn!”

Mingi flashed you a playful salute before jumping back into pancake duty. As you both worked side by side, the kitchen filled with laughter and the clatter of utensils.

Once everything was ready, you plated the pancakes beautifully, topping them with fresh berries and a drizzle of syrup. “Ta-da! The masterpiece is complete!” you announced proudly.

Mingi’s eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight. “Wow, that looks incredible! Can I dig in now?”

“Only if you promise to share,” you teased, grabbing a fork and playfully poking at his arm.

He grinned, moving closer. “Of course! But I’ll take the first bite.”

With that, he leaned in and took a generous bite of the stacked pancakes, closing his eyes in bliss. “Mmm! This is amazing! You’re a culinary genius!”

You laughed, feeling a rush of warmth at his praise. “I couldn’t have done it without my sous-chef,” you said, nudging him playfully.

" and now that breakfast is over, time for my second breakfast." Mingi said, smirking.

"second break- MINGI!" You squealed as Mingi threw you onto his shoulder. Mingi laughed filled the air as he made his way towards your shared bedroom.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this meal,” he muttered with a smirk placed on his face.

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derinthescarletpescatarian · 5 months ago

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Hi Derin!

Recently I came across one of your long posts about clothes, and it was a long long branching thread but it basically amounted to " the only way to stop humanity from man-made extinction caused by the fashion industry is to start wearing outfits made of many high-quality layers where every single piece down to your bra is made out of high quality materials that are EXPENSIVE but designed to last for decades, and in order to do that we need to start wearing underwear that covers bigger percentage of our skin than just a bra and a g string ,the way our ancestors did" and while I agree with that, I am wondering about something- JUST HOW do we adapt this kind of underwear that our ancestors wore to modern fashion, bc there are some very big differennces between " modern fashion" and " the fashion of yore" namely

Modern fashion includes many, many different styles of "tops" and "bottoms" ,from long jackets to tank tops cropped just under your nipples and full length trousers to miniskirts, while the fashion of yore was basically " you wear a cultural equivalent of a nun's habit every single day of your life, from the day you were born until the day that you die, no ifs or buts" (yeah yeah a MASSIVE oversimplification but bear with me here)

Modern fashion "strives" to be gender neutral, while the fashion of yore was basically like " there are two sexes, and if you wear clothes designed for the 'wrong' sex we're legally allowed to murder you with extra cruelty" ( YES I KNOW EVEN BIGGER OVERSIMPLIFICATION)

so yeah that's something that I was wondering for the past couple of days and I was wondering if you have any good ideas about how to solve those problems

My opinion on the matter is that fabric was just fine twenty years ago. Those clothes can last a long time under normal use and washing without being painstakingly hand-spun and woven to be part of a wardrobe that costs as much as a small home.

But if you did want to go back to protective layering, it's not hard. I do it, mostly because I can't stand the cold, so if you live in a cold climate you don't even have to change your fashion; just put the softest, thinnest tracky daks and long-sleeved tshirt you own on under your other clothes. Boom, skin layer. If you live in a warm climate, then do that with smaller clothes, I guess, shorts and skivvies or whatever, whatever fits under the clothes you like to wear.

To answer your broader question, you've got it entirely backwards. Never once in the history of clothing have the materials and industry adapted to the fashion. The fashion is an expression of the materials and the industry. The creation of the industrial loom alters the fashion, not the other way round. The availability of elastic changes the fashion, not the other way around. The changing climate and changing needs of the wearer (hard-wearing clothes for labourers, etc.) changes the fashion, not the other way around. Fashion is an intersection of culture, environment and industry; it can be used as a tool for politics and market demand, same as any cultural artefact, but it needs to be practical within its environment. If wearing barrier layers became popular again, then the clothing that people wore would be clothing that they find comfortable and good looking over barrier layers.

From the context of this post I assume you're alluding to European feudal and pre-industrial clothing, although high quality fabric has existed for most of human history in societies that did and did not wear barrier layers, but I'm not sure what you mean by 'the cultural equivalent of a nun's habit'. A nun's habit had the cultural equivalent of a nun's habit. I'm not a historian but I can't think of any society of the type you're alluding to where everyday clothing would be equivalent to a nun's habit in any way beyond being, y'know, clothes. What do you mean by this? (Also, people back then also wore a great many styles of clothing; I'm not sure why you list that as a specifically modern thing.)

Modern fashion, on the whole, absolutely does not strive to be gender neutral, but if it did, this would not in any way restrict fabric quality or the use of barrier layers. Men's and women's clothing of yore were both looked after.

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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stay the night • kmg

pairing: mingyu x f!reader, situationshippy genre: fluff, brief mentions of sex

synopsis: reader and mingyu have their first sleepover.

warnings: none

a/n: ahhh i love mingyu sm

this… this thing that you have with mingyu, you’re not even sure what it is anymore. what started out as a simple match on tinder, what should have only been a little one night stand but instead turned turned into a weekly thing, had suddenly lost its initial purpose. attachment wasn’t apart of the deal. it was mutually agreed upon that neither of you were looking for anything more serious that what you swiped right for.

so that’s why you’re staring at him, confusion etched on your face as you sit quietly at his dinner table while he serves you a plate of food that he cooked—from scratch. mingyu gently places a glass of water next to your plate and gives you a soft smile that makes your stomach flip and your chest ache; neither of which are apart of your deal.

the feeling isn’t new; for the past few times you two have hung out, once or more you’ve gotten butterflies in your stomach, like some little schoolgirl. another new development: seeing him multiple times a week, rather than every wednesday like typical.

“eat,” mingyu says, nodding at your plate of food before digging into his.

“i didn’t know you cooked,” you comment, shoveling a healthy portion onto your fork. mingyu only raises his eyebrows, as if saying just you wait. he watches you a little too closely for your arrangement, waiting to see your reaction when you taste his cooking.

seconds later, your expression matches his previous one, eyebrows nearly at your hairline and eyes wide as you taste his cooking. it was better than you expected, many flavors coming together to blend nicely.

swallowing, you nod your head. “i didn’t know you cooked this good,” you say. mingyu smiles, cheeks reddening at the compliment. he rarely ever cooked for somebody else other than his self, occasionally wonwoo or vernon if they stayed over. it was a big deal that he was cooking for you, and even bigger that you seemed to enjoy it.

“thanks; you can thank my mom, though, for the skills,” he says, a smile so genuine on his face it nearly makes you blush. here’s the thing about mingyu: he’s attractive—extremely attractive. you know it, everybody knows it, he knows it. but he’s also unbelievably cute and charming, and with the way he’s been treating you lately the lines are starting to blur with how you feel about him. it’s supposed to be just sex.

but instead, it simply isn’t, not now that you’re scarfing down the food that he made for the both of you, wearing just his tshirt and your underwear. mingyu watches you finish your food, a small smile on his face. his eyes trail you as you stand up, lingering on your ass for longer than could ever be considered respectful. it reminds him momentarily why you’re here.

“what?” you question, snapping him out of his mild trance. you stand in the kitchen entry, only a few feet away from him.

“nothing,” he says, standing up and running a hand through his hair before walking past you into the kitchen. your eyes follow his large frame, bottom lip between your teeth. mingyu glances at you over his shoulder as he washes his dish, a smirk slowly spreading over his lips. you look away with red cheeks, eyes catching sight of the stovetop clock.

“i should get going,” you say, brushing your fingers through your hair. mingyu hums and turns off the water, drying his hands on a rag before turning to look at you, leaning against a counter.

“or you could stay the night,” he says calmly, hands gripping the edge of countertops tightly. you stare at him, mouth slightly agape. “if you want.” mingyu adds when you don’t speak, his eyes staring into yours intensely.

you drop your hand from your hair and self-consciously cross your arms across your midsection. “i have work in the morning,” you say, resting your head against the wall you’re pressed against. mingyu glances at the clock and shrugs.

“it’s late.”

you bite the inside of your cheek and awkwardly sniff, down-casting your eyes, as you contemplate his suggestion. it violates everything you thought signed up for. it goes way beyond what either of you are supposedly not looking for, but you don’t even know anymore. “i thought we were keeping it casual,” you comment, glancing up at mingyu.

he pushes himself off the counter and crosses two short steps over to you, towering over you and staring down at you. you look up at him with wide eyes, dropping them down to his lips for a split second before repositioning them at his eyes. one of mingyus hands comes to rest on your hip, underneath the long tshirt you wear but over the band of your underwear. “we are,” he says, pressing closer to you.

you suck in a breath and place a hand on his covered abdomen, gently scratching at the material with your nails. “i didn’t think that included staying the night,” he lets out a light snort and you bite your lip and look up at him once more, nearly falling to your knees at the mere sight of him.

mingyu dips his head down and nudges your nose with his own, his warm breath fanning across your face. “it’s whatever you want it to be,” he mutters, placing a kiss to the corner of your lip, his other hand coming to rest on the wall near your head. instinctively, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, the other staying pressed against his torso. “but i do want you to stay the night.” his lips are on yours before you can come up with a response.

he kisses you differently than he normally does. usually, it’s rushed and hot and he’s trying to tear off your clothes while simultaneously pulling you impossibly closer to him. but now, he kisses you slowly, and it’s still hot, but it’s different. his hand that was previously placed on the wall finds its way to the back of your head and cradles it, keeping you positioned where he wants you. you dig your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck and gently tug.

and you don’t know what this is anymore, or what it means when his hands are tangled in your hair and he’s pressing you into the wall, or when the two of you slink off to his bed and instead of having sex, he cuddles you to sleep. or when you wake up with your head on his chest and his arm draped over your waist. you don’t know what it means, only that you like it and wouldn’t mind doing it more.

#svt imagines #svt fluff #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #svt x reader #mingyu fluff

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