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reveriebae · 2 months ago

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Bunny in His Bed

pairing(s) : Song Mingi x reader

word count : 4922

summary : You're the soft, innocent girl who only ever had one vanilla experience—with no idea what real filth could feel like. That is, until you end up rooming with your best friend’s older brother, Mingi. A pervert with a teasing mouth and no self-restraint when it comes to your cute sleep dresses and breathy little moans. He takes it slow, then ruins you completely—making you beg, cry, squirt, and ride him until you’re too dumb to think. But he still makes you breakfast after, calling you his princess in between filthy whispers.

genre : smut

warning(s) : Slight somnophilia vibes (consensual, implied history), Innocent but perverted reader, Best friend’s older brother, Roommate AU, Pussy slapping / squirting, Spanking (lots of it), Orgasm denial + overstimulation, Crying during sex (pleasure), Dirty talk / praise / teasing, Light dumbification, Reader wears cute sleep dresses, Mutual pining masked as lust, Fluffy aftercare with continued filth

A/N : This might be the last fic I uploaded this month, or maybe I'm gonna take some rest for a while😮‍💨

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut🪐

It wasn’t the first night you walked into the shared kitchen in one of your tiny little sleep dresses—but this one had lace trim that swayed with every step and straps thin enough to slip off your shoulder. You weren’t even trying to be sexy. That was the worst part. You were just… comfortable.

And Mingi was already sitting at the counter, hoodie pulled halfway down his arms, curls messy from sleep. His eyes trailed up from your bare legs to the way the fabric clung to your hips. Silent. But you felt him staring.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, padding across the tile barefoot, opening the fridge for a water bottle.

“Not really,” his voice came low. Rough. “You?”

You shrugged, turning around to face him, and leaned back against the fridge—completely unaware of how the thin fabric stretched across your chest. “Kinda warm tonight.”

Mingi didn’t say anything at first. He just kept looking at you, jaw ticking like he was holding something back.

It’d been two months since you moved in. Your best friend’s brother had offered the extra room when you said you needed a place. You trusted him. You knew he was older, a bit… different from the boys you’d dated before, but he never did anything to make you uncomfortable.

Until lately.

Lately, he lingered.

Watched.

“You always wear stuff like that to bed?” he finally asked, voice lower now.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“That little dress.” His eyes dropped to your thighs, where the hem rested dangerously high. “You walk around in that, knowing I’m home?”

You laughed a little. Nervous. “It’s not that short…”

Mingi stood up slowly, towering. The way he walked around the counter felt too quiet, too smooth, until he was right in front of you—so close you had to tilt your chin up just to keep eye contact.

“You’re either real clueless,” he murmured, reaching one hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “or you want me to stare.”

Your breath hitched. “Mingi…”

He smiled—lazy, dark, dangerous. “You ever been fucked right?”

You froze.

Your voice dropped into a whisper. “I’ve… only been with one guy. It wasn’t like that.”

Mingi groaned. “Figures.” He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Bet you’ve never had someone stretch this cute little pussy open, make you cry, huh?”

Your thighs pressed together. You didn’t answer.

“You’d let me ruin you?” he muttered, voice thick. “Make you drool all over this kitchen counter?”

That was it. That was the moment something snapped. You nodded—tiny, trembling—and whispered:

“...Please.”

Mingi didn’t wait for you to say more. The second that quiet please left your lips, his hand was on your waist, dragging you flush against him like he’d been holding back for too long. You gasped when you felt how hard he already was—thick and pressed against your stomach through his sweats.

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

It wasn’t soft or shy or sweet like your ex used to kiss. Mingi kissed like he wanted to eat every breath from your lungs. Tongue in your mouth, lips moving against yours with filthy hunger, like he needed to claim you before you could change your mind.

Your little whimper was swallowed by his mouth.

He gripped your hips, pulling you closer until your thin sleep dress rode higher up your thighs. His hands were so big—touching too much, yet not enough. One slipped down to squeeze your ass through the fabric, and he groaned into your mouth. “Fuck… you’ve been hiding this from me all this time?”

“I didn’t know you looked at me like that,” you mumbled breathlessly between kisses, hands fisting into his hoodie.

He pulled back just enough to stare down at you, pupils blown wide. “I’ve been looking at you every fucking night, bunny. You walking around in these tiny little dresses, all innocent and sweet, acting like you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me.”

You whimpered at the pet name—bunny—and it only made him grin darker.

“Not gonna fuck you for the first time in the kitchen,” he muttered, gripping your wrist and tugging you toward the hallway. “Not when I’ve waited this long. My room. Now.”

You followed, dizzy and needy, barely noticing how your thighs brushed together with every step.

His room smelled like him—clean laundry and something warm, masculine. It was bigger than yours by far, and the bed looked like it could swallow you whole. He didn’t even turn on the light—just kicked the door shut and pushed you gently until you fell back onto the mattress.

You sat there, wide-eyed and flushed, legs folded under you.

Mingi’s hoodie was already coming off, revealing bare skin and toned arms as he stepped closer. “Take it off,” he ordered softly, nodding at your sleep dress. “Wanna see all of you.”

Your fingers trembled a little as you reached for the straps, slowly pulling them down one by one. The fabric slid down your chest… then over your waist… pooling around your hips before you pulled it off completely.

You sat there naked, knees pressed together, heart pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

Mingi’s gaze dragged over you—slow, heavy, drinking in everything. “Fuck, baby… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He dropped to his knees between your legs and pushed them apart gently, licking his lips.

“You ever been eaten out, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, shy. “No…”

His grin was wicked. “Good. You’ll remember your first.”

“Lie back for me,” Mingi murmured, guiding your shoulders until you were sprawled across his sheets—legs parted, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths.

He kissed up the inside of your thigh first. Slow. Teasing. You whimpered when his nose brushed close to where you were already wet, and he groaned low in his throat.

“Shit… you’re already dripping.”

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as his breath ghosted over your folds. And then—his tongue. One long, slow lick up your slit that had your hips jerking off the bed.

“Oh—Mingi—!”

“Yeah, baby?” he mumbled against your pussy, voice already wrecked. “Sensitive little thing, huh? Gonna cry just from my mouth?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, but the way your thighs trembled said otherwise.

Mingi didn’t tease for long. He licked you open and flat-out devoured you—his tongue dragging through every inch of you, dipping into your hole, circling your clit until your back arched off the bed. His grip on your thighs kept you spread, even as you twisted, even when you whimpered, “Mingi, I— I think I’m gonna—!”

He didn’t stop.

He growled into you, “Give it to me, bunny. Wanna taste how cute you cum.”

Your thighs shook. Your stomach tensed. And just as you hit the edge, his tongue flattened against your clit—and then slap—

His palm smacked against your dripping pussy. Just once. Light. Experimental.

You screamed.

Not from pain. From how violently your orgasm hit. It tore through you in messy, uncontrollable waves—and then you felt it. That hot rush, the release, the wet spray that soaked his mouth and chin and dripped down your thighs.

“Oh—oh my God—!”

You were trembling, toes curled, hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

Mingi pulled back just enough to see the mess—lips wet, eyes blown out with shock and arousal. “Fuck, baby… you just squirted.”

You were still catching your breath, wide-eyed and teary, lips parted. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

He laughed. Dark. Proud. “Don’t apologize.” He leaned up, licking your slick from his fingers. “I’m making you do that again.”

Still trembling from the mess he’d pulled out of you, you tried to close your legs—but Mingi’s grip was firm.

“Ah, ah. Not done yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice gravelly and way too calm for someone who just got squirted on. “Still so sensitive... what, already crying?” he cooed as his fingers brushed your soaked clit.

You whimpered, legs kicking at the overwhelming touch. “I-It’s too much, Mingi—!”

But he just grinned, licking his lips. “Mm… I think you can give me one more. You got another one in this pretty pussy, right?”

You were too dazed to answer, and that only made him laugh—low and dark.

Then came his fingers. Two of them, thick and slow, sliding into you while his thumb pressed on your clit. He watched you with hungry eyes as your back arched again, moaning out broken little gasps.

And when you got close—that sweet, tense twist in your belly coming back—he stopped.

Pulled his hand back entirely.

You blinked in confusion, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a soft whine. “W-Why’d you stop…”

Mingi leaned down, nose brushing yours, smirking. “You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy, bunny? After that messy little squirt? Nah. I wanna watch you fall apart first.”

You squirmed under him, legs rubbing together for friction, whining softly as he started teasing again—light flicks over your clit with the very tip of his tongue.

Then fingers. Just pressing at your entrance, not pushing in.

You were twitching, gasping. “Please, Mingi, wanna cum… I wanna—wanna feel it again…”

He let out a low hum, lips brushing your inner thigh. “Such a needy little baby. One good orgasm and now you can’t even speak right?”

“Mingi—please!”

He slapped your pussy again. Sharp. Hot. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make your whole body jolt.

“Say it better, sweetheart. Use your words. What do you want?”

You sniffled, eyes glassy. “Wanna cum… wanna feel your fingers, your tongue, anything— please, Mingi, I’ll be good—”

“Shit.” He sucked a breath through his teeth, finally sliding two fingers in again, pumping hard. “You’re too fucking cute when you beg.”

This time—he let you cum.

And you screamed, all messy and twitching, a moaning little thing with your back off the bed and your thighs trembling around his head. You sobbed through it, babbling nonsense, fingers gripping the sheets as your slick dripped down his wrist.

But Mingi didn’t stop.

He kept going.

Sloppy thrusts. No rhythm. Just filthy, greedy, overstimulating pleasure while you whimpered, “T-Too much—gonna break, Mingi—ah, ah—!”

“Oh, baby…” he groaned, tongue dragging up your soaked folds one more time. “You’re already broken.”

He’d barely given you time to catch your breath before pulling you into his lap—legs trembling, lips parted with a dazed little pout as you straddled his hips.

“C’mere, baby,” Mingi said, voice low and wrecked, “Wanna see you ride this cock. Wanna watch those pretty tits bounce while I ruin that dumb little head of yours.”

Your hands pressed against his chest for balance, thighs already shaky as you lined yourself up—his cock thick and heavy against your folds. He didn’t even help. Just laid back with that smug, perverted smirk on his face like he had all the time in the world.

“You gonna do it all by yourself, sweetheart?” he teased, thumb brushing your lip. “Show me how bad you want it.”

You whimpered, biting down on his thumb, and slowly sank down.

“Oh fuck—”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he filled you up, inch by inch, stretching you so deep it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut, the burn so good, the pressure perfect—and when you finally sat flush against his hips, you were already shaking.

Mingi hissed through his teeth, staring up at you with that hungry look. “Shit, baby, look at you—taking all of me like that… Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You whimpered, hips rolling instinctively. “Mingi… s’too big…”

He grabbed your waist, dragging you up just enough before letting you drop back down. “Nah, baby. You’re made for this. For me. Show me how you fuck.”

So you moved.

Bounced.

Slow at first, thighs burning from the stretch, your tits jiggling with every drop. And Mingi? He looked feral. One hand behind his head, the other lazily cupping your breast, watching it bounce with a low groan.

“Fuck… fuck, look at you,” he growled, thrusting up once to meet you and make you yelp. “Look how cute you are—riding my cock like it’s the only thing that matters.”

You cried out, little sobs slipping past your lips as you bounced harder, sloppier, the sounds of your slick echoing in the room.

“Am I makin’ you dumb, bunny?” he grinned, pulling on your waist to make you slam down harder. “You’re mumblin’ again…”

“I—ahh—feels s’good, Mingi, too good—dizzy—!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on this cock?” he grunted, thrusting up to meet you again, fast and deep. “Gonna soak me like a filthy little slut?”

You nodded frantically, sobbing now, fingers clawing at his chest. “Please—please, wanna cum, please, please—!”

“Then cum.”

He sat up, mouth sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as you shattered—screaming, spasming around him, thighs locking up as you came so hard your whole body convulsed. Mingi groaned, holding you down on his cock, watching you lose your mind on top of him.

“Shit… You’re my favorite fucking toy now.”

Your thighs were quaking, tears running down your flushed cheeks, but you didn’t stop riding him. Not even when your head dropped back and your voice cracked from all the soft, incoherent sobs spilling out of your lips.

“S-s’too much—Mingi, f-fuck—can’t—!”

“Oh, but you can, baby.” His voice was wrecked with hunger, obsessed with the way you looked losing your mind on his cock. “You’re so cute when you cry like this. Makes me wanna keep you stuffed and full forever.”

He grabbed both of your tits, squeezing them roughly as he thrusted up into you hard enough to make you scream.

You sobbed, nails digging into his chest, your thighs trembling violently as the pleasure got too sharp, too deep, but he wasn’t letting up.

“Mingi—! Gonna cum again—!”

He grinned, lazy and smug. “Yeah? Show me.”

You came with a sob, body locking up as you spasmed around him, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as you collapsed forward on his chest.

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Turn around.”

Your hazy, tear-streaked eyes blinked at him. “H-huh?”

Mingi didn’t wait—he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air, your face buried in the mattress. You were so sensitive, so wrecked, and you felt him line back up without missing a beat.

Then—

SMACK!

You yelped.

“God, this ass is too fucking perfect,” he groaned, giving your cheek another hard slap. “Could stare at it all day.”

“M-Mingi—!”

SMACK!

“Say thank you.”

You whined, face burning. “T-thank you…”

“That’s my girl.” He slammed into you without mercy, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.

Your scream was muffled by the sheets, fists grabbing at the blankets as he pounded into you from behind—relentless, filthy, insatiable.

He grabbed your hair, yanking your head up. “Let me hear you beg again. C’mon, say you love this cock.”

You hiccupped on a moan, body trembling like crazy. “L-love it—love your cock, Mingi—please, more, please!”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting faster, the sound of your skin slapping echoing in the room. “I’m gonna make you squirt again. Gonna spank you while you cry on my dick.”

SMACK!

You screamed.

SMACK!

Tears spilled down again, body burning from both pleasure and pain as you felt yourself losing it all over again.

“I—I’m gonna—!”

“Do it. Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.”

You cried out, body convulsing as you exploded, the gush of your release soaking his cock and thighs as you collapsed forward, babbling nothing but broken moans and needy whines.

And Mingi? He kept fucking you through it, whispering filthy things in your ear while he used your soft, fucked-out body like it was his personal toy.

Your legs gave out underneath you, dropping you in a trembling, sticky heap on the bed. Your thighs glistened with slick and spit, your chest rising and falling as soft hiccupy sobs slipped from your lips. Mingi had just pulled out, thick and hard and soaked in everything you’d given him—again.

But he hadn’t finished.

Not yet.

You peeked up at him through heavy lashes, eyes glassy and lips glossy with drool, a faint little whimper catching in your throat. Your body ached, pussy twitching with need, and your brain was too fogged up to think straight—but the emptiness was too much.

“M-Mingi…” Your voice cracked.

He stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching you fall apart with a low, smug chuckle. “Look at you,” he teased. “Cute little thing, still crying. Didn’t I just make you squirt all over me?”

You shook your head, sniffled, and crawled to the edge of the bed on shaky hands and knees. “I-it’s not enough…” you whimpered, blinking up at him with big watery eyes.

“Oh?” He tilted his head. “You still want more, baby?”

You nodded, sniffling again, reaching out with both hands to grab at his thighs, pressing your cheek against the base of his cock like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. “Please… please cum inside me… I w-want it so bad, Mingi, want you to ruin me…”

He groaned, grip tightening around his shaft.

“Been so good, haven’t I?” you mumbled, voice all cracked and wet and soft. “Let you use me however you wanted… I d-did everything—so please, fill me up…”

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as your voice dropped even more—sweet and whiny and broken. “Don’t wanna be empty anymore…”

“Fuck—” He hissed through his teeth, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you, trembling and begging and so fucking perfect.

He grabbed you, hard, lifting you up with ease and laying you on your back again, legs spread wide and shaking. “You wanna be full, baby?” he growled, lining himself up. “I’ll make sure you never feel empty again.”

You gasped when he slammed back inside you, and a sob broke out of your throat.

“Th-thank you—thank you, Mingi—!”

He groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and pounding into you with feverish need, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other held your hip steady. “Crying while you thank me? Shit, baby, you’re gonna kill me…”

You were blabbering now, voice high and pitchy, clinging to his back as he drove you into the mattress. “Feels so good—so deep—Mingi, I’m gonna break—!”

“You’re already broken, sweetheart.” He kissed your temple, whispering like a lover even as he fucked you like a demon. “And you’re so fucking cute like this. So desperate, so messy, all mine right now…”

And when he finally came—hard, with a deep groan and his face buried in your neck—you cried out again, feeling the heat flood your core, your hands clawing at him as your body twitched through the aftershocks.

Still gasping, still trembling, still mumbling barely-there thank-yous.

And Mingi just held you, sweaty and breathless, as if he was never letting you go.

You didn’t even realize you were still leaking around him until he shifted his hips, still buried deep in your swollen, overstretched walls. Mingi’s hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, his lips brushing over your forehead in soft little kisses. You felt so warm—so full—your breath slowing, your heartbeat steadying under the weight of his body.

But his cock was still inside you.

Still thick, twitching every now and then.

And he was hardening again.

You mumbled something incoherent, more like a dreamy hum than actual words, nuzzling into his neck.

“…You awake, baby?” Mingi whispered, voice hoarse, raspy with exhaustion.

You nodded sleepily, cheeks sticky with dried tears and your thighs aching deliciously. “Mmhm… still inside…”

“Still warm,” he groaned, grinding his hips just enough to feel your pussy clench. “Fuck�� you’re hugging me so tight, baby. You gonna let me use you one more time?”

A sleepy whimper slipped out, and your fingers curled into his back. “T-too much…”

“Just one more,” he murmured, voice sweet but filthy. “You’re already so full, might as well keep stuffing you, yeah?”

He rolled his hips again, deeper this time, and you gasped—tired, overstimulated, but already soaking all over again. “Mingi… I can’t—”

“You can,” he whispered, lips brushing against your temple. “You’re doing so good, baby. So pretty, even when you’re crying… my cute little roommate.”

He slowly started thrusting, every movement gentle but deep, dragging out the squelch of his cum between your legs with each slow stroke.

You whimpered, head tilting back, your legs falling open for him like instinct. “Ngh… f-feels good…”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just let me fuck you through it, baby. Let me feel your cute little pussy milk me dry.”

You moaned louder this time, slurred words spilling from your lips in breathy little gasps. “So deep—Mingi, y-you’re still so big, why’s it still so big…”

He chuckled softly, eyes dark as he stared down at your fucked-out face. “Because you’re too cute, baby. Can’t help myself…”

He kept going, slow and thick and messy, not even bothering to pull out as his cum dripped down between your cheeks, mixing with your slick and his spit. You blinked up at him, dazed and broken and glowing all at once.

And when he finally came again with a quiet, shuddering groan, you whimpered at the warmth flooding you for the second time.

“…Mingi…” you breathed out, nearly incoherent. “Y-you’re gonna break me…”

“You’re already broken, sweetheart,” he murmured, laying soft kisses along your collarbone as he rutted lazily into you a few more times before stilling.

“But fuck, baby… I’ve never seen anything as pretty as you falling apart.”

The sunlight was barely peeking through the blinds when you stirred, your legs twitching from the dull ache between them. You were wrapped up in warmth—Mingi's chest against your back, his heavy arm draped around your waist, and his cock still lazily nestled against your ass, soft but twitching with every slow breath.

“Mingi…” you whispered sleepily, voice hoarse and sweet.

He groaned low, nuzzling into your neck. “Morning already?”

You giggled softly, your body sore in all the right places. “My thighs hurt…”

He kissed your shoulder. “Good. That means I fucked you right.”

You turned your face toward him, cheeks hot, eyes still puffy from last night’s cute little crying fits. “Pervert.”

“Your pervert.” He smirked, biting playfully at your earlobe. “And you loved it.”

You hummed. “I did…”

There was a beat of silence, and then you sighed. “But I’m sticky. We’re gross.”

“Guess we should clean up, huh?” he whispered, voice already heavy with mischief.

Before you could protest, he rolled you both out of bed and scooped you up bridal-style, your sleep dress barely hanging on your shoulders. You squealed, arms flying around his neck.

“Mingi—!”

“I said we’re showering. Gotta make sure my baby is squeaky clean.”

He kicked the bathroom door open and sat you on the cold counter, standing between your legs with his hands on your bare thighs. He just stared at you for a second—at the messed-up lace, the little bruises, the faint red handprints he’d left behind.

And then, “You gonna let me clean you with my tongue again, baby?”

You blinked at him, lips parting.

“…You’re hopeless.”

But when you opened your legs for him again, you both knew you didn’t mean it.

Mingi turned the shower on, steam curling into the room as the water heated up. While it warmed, he leaned down and kissed you—slow and deep, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth while his big hands slid under your sleep dress, dragging it up and off your body.

“Still so cute even when you’re wrecked,” he murmured, voice low and thick with sleep and lust. “Wanna fuck you all over again.”

Your body twitched at his words, your thighs pressing together instinctively. “I’m still sore…”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said—though the glint in his eyes said otherwise.

He picked you up again and stepped into the shower with you, water cascading over both your bodies, his arms strong and steady around you. You let out a shaky breath as the warmth soothed your aching muscles, but your comfort didn’t last long.

Mingi pinned your back to the slick wall tiles, water running down his broad shoulders as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around his waist. His cock was already hard again, flushed and throbbing against your core.

“Y-you said gentle,” you mumbled, flushed and wide-eyed.

“I said I’ll try,” he corrected, smirking. “But you’re too damn addicting, baby. Can’t help it.”

You whined as he rubbed his cockhead along your folds, spreading his cum and your slick from the night before. “Mingi… I—”

“You’re always so wet for me,” he groaned. “Still leaking, baby? God, look at you…”

He pushed in slow—just the tip—and your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parting in a soft moan as your head thunked back against the tile. The heat of the water, the steam, his body against yours—it was all too much and not enough.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, gripping your thighs tighter. “Even after everything I did last night…”

You gasped as he slid in deeper, your arms locking around his neck. “M-Mingi… ah—nghh—s-still sore…”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, kissing your cheek. “But you can take it. You always do. My good girl.”

His hips began to move, slowly at first—just enough for you to feel the stretch all over again. You whimpered into his shoulder, legs trembling, but your pussy clenched around him greedily.

“Making those cute noises again…” he muttered, voice almost desperate. “Say something for me, baby.”

“F-feels good,” you managed, your voice slurred, high and breathy. “So big—s-stretching me again…”

“You’re dripping,” he whispered against your ear. “Fucking leaking around me, and I’m not even moving fast yet.”

You let out a sob, your fingers tangling in his wet hair. “Please—Mingi—feels too good—don’t stop—”

And he didn’t.

He began thrusting harder, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the shower, water spraying off his back while he fucked you raw against the tile. You whimpered, moaned, your head rolling as he hit that same deep, sweet spot over and over until your body was convulsing in his arms.

“Cum for me,” he grunted. “Wanna feel you fall apart again.”

And you did—your eyes rolled back, your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your whole body shaking as you came hard around him. And right after, with a strangled groan, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you again.

For the fourth time.

You both panted, clinging to each other as the water kept pouring over you. Mingi kissed your temple softly.

“I should get a gold medal for this,” he muttered playfully.

You mumbled into his shoulder, barely coherent. “Mm… just feed me breakfast…”

He grinned. “After I eat you for breakfast again.”

After the shower, your legs barely held you up, so Mingi wrapped you in a towel and carried you straight to the kitchen like you weighed nothing. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts now—still damp and clinging to your soft curves, the hem brushing your thighs with every step you took.

Mingi was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, his hair still damp and messy. And the way his eyes kept dropping to your bare legs as he cooked? That hungry look never left.

“You know,” he muttered, flipping the pancakes in the pan, “I could bend you over this counter right now. Bet your pussy’s still twitching from the shower.”

You whimpered into your glass of juice, squirming in the stool you sat on. “Mingi…”

“What? I’m just saying,” he smirked, setting the plate down in front of you. “You looked so cute, all dumb and crying on my cock. How am I supposed to not talk about it?”

You pouted, hiding your red face behind your fork. “You’re so dirty…”

“And you love it,” he whispered as he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “You love when I talk to you like that, don’t you? Gettin’ all shy now, but you were begging me to spank your pussy five minutes ago.”

Your thighs clenched automatically, eyes fluttering. “That was… different…”

He kissed your temple and slid into the stool beside you. “Nah. You’re just my pretty little pillow princess who gets shy after being ruined.”

You shoved his arm playfully, cheeks hot. “Eat your pancake, pervert.”

But your voice was so soft, your smile too wide—because you did love it. Every filthy word, every dirty look he gave you like you were his favorite thing to ruin.

Mingi leaned on his elbow, watching you eat with that same smirk tugging at his lips.

“After this… I’m putting you back in bed,” he murmured lowly. “And you’re gonna sit on my cock nice and slow while I kiss you. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum without moving my hips.”

You choked on your juice.

He patted your back, completely unbothered. “Careful, baby. Can’t have you dying before I ruin you again.”

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dailymothanon · 1 month ago

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Very messy, and I Was gonna make completely different designs for this idea but I just wanted to get the initial idea out of the way; of the waves but with flowers! For Soundwave I had a hard time choosing between gentians and blue morning glories; but I ended up with morning glories cuz of their close and open stuff, symbolism, and easier references to work with; and for Shockwave I when with Lupines because well. The shape of them was just too good and that’s what caused this whole idea to occur in the first place! But also a little bit of symbolism as well… I had an idea for Starscream and Megatron too but I was too lazy to get to them

#transformers #soundwave #transformers fanart #transformers art #transformers one #tf one #shockwave #wavewave #flowerformers??#maccadams #transformers concept design

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shosweet · 28 days ago

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the sun peeks through the soft, cream curtains on a quiet saturday morning. rousing from your sleep, you find sheets tangled over your legs and the other side of the bed empty. the smell of pancake batter dances through the air, a smile creeping on your face.

you saunter over to your boyfriend looming above the stove, spatula in hand with a pan in the other. with his shirt missing (take a guess at who the culprit is), his toned upper body is on display and his apron doing little to hide it.

“morning, baby,” you rasped as you kissed his bare shoulder.

“mornin’ babe,” atsumu replies as he sets down what he was holding.

“special occasion?” you ask, hopping onto the island table just behind him.

“yeah, celebratin’ our first mornin’ t'gther. no more goin’ to my place or yers — jus’ one roof now.” he smirks as he turns around to face you. his arms find their way on either side of you, his body pressing against your knees as he cages you in. he leans down to press lazy kisses on your collarbone, his messy hair tickling your neck.

“‘tsumu, you better be watching the stove.”

“yeah yeah, ‘m watchin’ it,” he groans as his lips move up to your neck. his hands hold your waist steady as you lock your legs around his waist. god, this man and his lips. they find every nook and cranny that leaves you weak and helpless, your breath hitching with each press.

“how’d ya sleep, darlin’?” he whispers as he kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly. “good?”

“mmhm,” you hum, trying your absolute hardest to not make any lewd noises. but, atsumu knows all too well. you feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“how’d ya like the bed, huh?” his head is up now, sly eyes staring down into yours. his thumbs caress the sides of your waist, making every possible thought scrambled.

“good.. what’re you getting at, ‘tsumu?” you questioned him, leaning a bit forward to accept his challenge.

“oh, nothin’. jus’ that it’s our bed now. not mine or yers, ours,” he says with a shrug, face getting dangerously close once more.

“yeah? what’s so special about our bed?” you ask as you hang your forearms on his shoulders.

“nothin’ much, jus’ that we can do lots of stuff on it.”

“that so? like what?”

“oh, y’know,” he smirks as he lowers his face into your neck again. he places open-mouthed kisses against it, wet and desperate for more. “lay in it…” kiss. “sleep in it…” kiss. his hands sneak their way into your shirt, grazing over your skin with a light touch that drives you insane. his lips hover close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers all across your body. he grips your waist tightly, his voice low, hungry, almost predatory. “fuck in it—”

beep beep beep!!!

you both jump at the sudden alarm, eyes wide at the sight of a dark smoke engulfing the pan. after a good 15 minutes, the situation is (mostly) under control. the two of you sit on the couch in silence, waiting for your food delivery to arrive.

“this shit’s why ‘samu’s the cook.”

#miya atsumu #timeskip #atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #haikyuu time skip #atsumu #atsumu miya

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avaredava · 2 months ago

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MDNI

Toji Fushiguro, just a simple plumber is such a perv.

He's the local plumber, loved by many. He's in and out and gets your pipes clear doing it smoothly and quickly.

Unfortunately you had a sad issue...

Your toilet broke! You flushed too much toilet paper down. So it got stuck in the pipes. Then it hit you. Call Toji, he'll clear it quickly for a low price.

Perfect.

You called him and such and started talking. "Hey do you have any opening's today? My toilets clogged." You say as he lets a chuckle. "Mh yeah I do." he says in a gruff lazy voice.

You give him your information and shit, and he'll come over. Of course as a plumber he needs the source of the problem. So he asked.

"I was drunk and flushed too much toilet paper down the toilet." You said blandly. He was surprised how you bluntly said that. Like you don't give a shit. That just made him pop up.

"Yeah! Totally uhm, just give me your house address." He said in an overly cheery voice. You were honestly super surprised. He went from not giving a shit to giving one. That's the easiest way you could understand what was happening.

He cancels all his appointments, and gets angry calls and text, but he wants to make sure you get the earliest time slot. And also cancels more so he can stay longer.

He drives quickly to your house getting 100's of honks but he didn't care. He had to see this mystery girl. He's practically head over heels. But you sounded young. He had to make sure you were over 18.

So he was fucking happy when you opened the door and showed him your id when he weirdly asked but you thought it was part of the process. You were 22.

He was a bit older but the way you looked at him, he could tell you didn't really mind.

God you were cute.

But he was more focused on your ass when you weren't looking, tight shorts, that wrap around your ass so beautifully. You're significantly shorter than him. He felt like throwing you over his shoulder and slamming into on your cute little pink bed sheets.

"Toji?"

He blinked back to reality. With a small smirk, his plan is already in action.

"So uhm, where's the broken toilet?" He asks. Too over confident? Why? it's a weird question to be confident... but you push the weird thing away.

"Bedroom."

Perfect.

He runs in before you and snatches some panties and goes into the bathroom. He fixes your pipes, fast. You were surprised on how fast he fixed your pipes, but then again that's what everyone said. And it was really cheap.

Then later that night you realized why he made it cheap. He took expensive panties. That ass! But you were surprised when he came that night, with panties in hand, your panties. With messy sticky stuff in the middle.

Your suspicions were right. You were about to yell at him but his lips were pressed against yours. He did what he wanted, throwing you onto your cute bed and stripping you so god damn fast.

Later his cock was in you and it was to much to handle.

Him shoving his fat cock into your tight pussy. His harsh slaps to your ass, that sting feels like a pleasure that is a pleasure only he can make.

You woke up thighs sticky and a note on your bedside. His number and...

"I liked cleaning your pipes, but I hope you liked my pipe. Oh and I took more panties. See u soon."

Cocky asshole.

But that cringy note is true though. You did like his pipe.

Master list's

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabble #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji zenin #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk headcanons #fushiguro toji #toji smut

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eleu22 · 6 months ago

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What Task Force 141’s Houses Would Look Like

John Price

- he lives in a cabin I cannot be convinced otherwise.

- very rustic, defo goes fishing or hunting for fun in his spare time

- likes to be away from the city

- its maximalist in kind of an organised chaos way he can find whatever he need’s immediately but to anyone else it looks kind of insane

- he’d be cleaner if he lived with someone - but yaknow #singledad

- very homey, warm vibes

- if the apocalypse ever hit you’d wanna be here, it’s decked out, secluded, he’s a bit of a doomsday prepper

- has once pissed outside to ‘mark his territory’ but you couldn’t torture that information out of him

- defo has that one room that is mysteriously locked and refuses to elaborate on when asked about it (Gaz secretly thinks it’s really cool) (it probably just has his fishing gear)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- very chic, cool tones

- screams “I did economy as an A-Level but I use pinterest”

- probably has had some type of dinner party with the 141 just to subtly flex to them that “in another life I was an interior designer”

- also defo cooks something with wine just, again to subtly flex his culture capital (he just wants some approval guys bless him)

- plant father - cannot be convinced otherwise

- very organised, keeps it pretty clean unless he’s feeling lazy which isn’t very often

- definitely has a record player - do not mention it or he will go on about how it “just sounds better” (with Price in the background nodding in agreement - but in an old man way)

- somewhere has a box of stuff that doesn’t fit his aesthetic but it’s shit he needs to keep anyways

John “Soap Mactavish

- messy as fuck, no rhyme or reason to it he just puts stuff down, forgets its there and thats just where it lives now COUGH man-child COUGH

- puts some of his drawings up on his walls

- defo has a comic book collection and some action figures

- bunch of childhood shit he refuses to throw away - criminal hoarder

- he likes the messy kind of boyish charm it has, every time his mom comes over she scolds him for it

- a bunch of stuff he’s collected from different places he’s gone, he’ll usually grab some stuff while on deployment if he has any free time, like snow globes or whatever

- went to Greece once and got one of those wooden dicks and finds it so funny, he says it’s the living room’s ‘conversation piece’

- he’s pretty clean when on base aswell, it’s just without the millitary’s structure or someone literally forcing him to clean up he doesn’t really care - it’s his house anyways

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- um

- yikes

- yeah you can tell he doesn’t really like spending time at home on leave

- the singular chair infront of the tv is so sad

- king of minimalism - if that’s what you wanna call it ig

- doesn’t bother decorating or getting anything past the bare essentials because what’s the point?

- doesn’t care it’s a shithole, he can afford a better house, but it kind of reminds him of home back in Manchester (crying)

- definitely chain smokes in his bathroom

- he’s got a treadmill there somewhere

- has a box full of his family’s belongings under his bed (crying again)

- no mirrors, only a small one in the bathroom to shave

- only item of decoration is a snow globe Soap gave him once, it sits next to his bed

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #captain price #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod

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sttoru · 1 year ago

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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend doesn’t like it when you eat unhealthy food while busy with uni work.

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff. age gap (reader around early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). behavior may come off as ‘overprotective’ to some. nicknames ‘baby, sweetheart, princess’. not proofread

satoru’s at work while you’re in his kitchen, preparing a quick meal for yourself. you’ve been busy making and finishing assignments all day. you really could do with a break. though, a short one. there’s still lots more to do before you’re done with everything mandatory.

it’s convenient that satoru allows you to stay over at his apartment whenever you want to. he’s given you a spare key and told you that his home is also yours. if you need a break from your own place, you can always stop by his.

“ah, crap,” you hiss as the sauce packet nearly bursts open in your hand due to how roughly you pulled on its edges. you season your instant ramen noodles without much thought. it’s a quick meal that saves you time.

you’ve had it four days a row now—along with some pizza slices here and there. your boyfriend has been nice enough to send you money, telling you to treat yourself to some decent food while he’s away on business, but you’re really just too busy to treat yourself.

satoru’d be upset if he knew that you’re living off unhealthy crap again. the last time he caught you, he prepared you homemade meals or took you out to restaurants for weeks. he needs you to ingest your daily nutritions so you can stay healthy. you’re too important to him and he wants the best for you.

you grab your chopsticks and mix the sauce with the noodles, your spotify playlist running in the background. you walk to the fridge and grab a soda before sitting down at the kitchen table. unlocking your phone, you decide to see if anything’s going on on social media.

you’re too focused on your screen and the food entering your mouth to notice the front door opening. you catch a glimpse of a figure in the corner of your eye and your head flies up. a bit too late..

“ah, hi, satoru,” you mumble with a mouthful of ramen noodles. you’re caught off guard and you barely know what to do as the white-haired man puts his keys in his pockets. you put your phone down and discreetly try to cover your bowl, “didn’t know you’d come back so early.”

too bad you didn’t think of opening a window or throwing away the opened package of instant ramen. satoru looks over at the messy counter before walking towards you. he reaches a hand out to your cheek, brushing your thumb against your skin.

“hi, pretty,” satoru greets you with a gentle smile. he leans down and presses a kiss onto your lips, tongue stealing a taste of the sauce on your mouth. he pulls back and pinches the cheek he’s holding, “mind telling me what you’re eating, hm?”

you pout and swallow the bite of noodles you had in your mouth. you put your hands down, knowing there’s no hiding anything from your boyfriend. he dislikes the fact that you’re not taking your health seriously. “instant ramen. . .” you respond defeatedly.

satoru ruffles your hair with a shake of his head, silently disapproving of your actions. “i’ve given you money to get a proper meal, didn’t i, baby?” the older man explains in the same tender tone. he doesn’t have the heart to be mad at you. he crouches down next to the chair you’re sitting on and kisses your knuckles, each getting a peck.

“yeah, ‘m sorry,” you nod, knowing your lover did his part of taking care of you. he gave you money to spend on food or ingredients, but you still chose the easy way out. it’s not like you’ve been craving noodles—you’re eating them for the sole reason being that they’re fast and easy to make. you’re too busy (and lazy) to go out and buy stuff.

satoru chuckles, not really mad at you at all. he’s simply worried for your wellbeing. he sees how hard you work for uni while also making time to spend with him, no matter how little it may be. “it’s okay, it’s okay,” satoru coos and kisses your forehead before getting up.

the sorcerer looks down at the bowl of noodles before glancing back at you. “do you want to finish it or do you want me to make you something?” he asks whilst playing with the little hairs around your face. you’re beautiful, somehow even more gorgeous with those dark circles under your eyes.

you pout and think about his question. you’re tired of eating the same thing four times in a row and you know how good satoru’s cooking can be, so. . .

“can you make me something?” you ask carefully in a quiet tone, flashing your boyfriend your best puppy eyes, “pretty please?”

satoru grins and nods immediately. he’s always happy to help you out when you need it. “of course. anything for my princess,” he coos and squeezes your cheeks one last time. he’s got an obsession with the way you scrunch your nose up every time he does so.

he grabs the bowl of noodles and puts it away after making sure you didn’t want any more of it. sure, he wants the best for you, but he doesn’t want to be too restrictive. in case you still want to steal a bit, satoru puts the bowl in the corner of the counter.

you walk to satoru as he stands near the fridge. you rub your weary eyes and watch as he grabs the needed items to make your favorite comfort meal. he catches you staring at him and he smirks lovingly.

“oh my, i have such an adorable girlfriend,” the older man holds himself back from squeezing your cheeks together again. he holds your wrist and pulls you flush against him, his head leaning down to match your eye level.

satoru plants a quick kiss on your lips. his hand finds it way on your hips before slithering upwards. he pats your back, gently comforting and encouraging you, his other hand doing the same on the back of your head. he knows how hard it is for you these days, with the busy end of the semester and all.

“love you, ‘toru, thank you,” you smile at him and nuzzle your face into his chest. you really needed a distraction from all the hard work you still have to do. a quick break with the person you cherish most will gain you back all the energy you’ve lost.

satoru hugs you even tighter to him when you utter those magical words. if he could, he’d take care of you every single second of the day. he’d do anything to make you feel better. he places a peck to your forehead, “i love you too, sweetheart. but promise me one thing; please take better care of yourself, ‘kay?”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #satoru x reader

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hxney-lemcn · 8 months ago

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Passionate Hearts — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: what making out with the overblots is like.

tw: steamy-ish, this is as steamy as I'll ever get (not much at all lmao)

a/n: idk where this came from. Idek how good this is. I don't even like writing steamy stuff so this kinda reads more artistic somehow?? Idk

wc: 1.3k (~ 185 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

How uncouth of him. He can’t seem to stop you as you continue to enchant him with your lovely kisses. Riddle is nothing but a lovesick fool when it comes to you, and it becomes apparent as your kiss becomes more fervent. He’s a blushing mess as you seem to be unable to pull away. His heart is a stuttering mess, and he never wants you to stop. No matter how passionate your kisses become, it's still gentle. The way he caresses your face is soft, his lips caressing yours so lovely that you feel weak in the knees. And when you pull away, finally getting your fill of his love, you both are a bit of a mess. Hair slightly disheveled, clothes a bit crooked, lips a bit puffy. You couldn’t complain though, it wasn’t every day that you saw the Heartslabyul housewarden so unkempt. Riddle also didn’t seem to mind so much, as long as you only do such actions behind closed doors. He doesn’t think he could handle the embarrassment if Ace or Deuce caught you both in such an intimate act.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Unlike Riddle, Leona is ruthless when it comes to your more passionate moments. Fervent kisses turn wild with lips being bit and prodding tongues. It feels like you’re being devoured every time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You had never seen him so passionate about something until he refused to let your lips part. He loved the way you felt, your soft lips puffy with abuse, hair tangled between his fingers. Leona was addicted to your taste and he isn’t shy about it. Sure, he is a bit lazy, beckoning you to come closer to him, but he’ll leave you breathless and wanting more by the end. It isn’t fair how unaffected he seems after he’s done, pulling you closer for a nap (he needed to re-energize after all that labor). His silky hair was barely rustled, his clothes as messy as they normally were. The only evidence of your actions was his slightly puffy lips. Don’t worry though, people know he’s yours with the way he’ll kiss you anywhere anytime. Leona isn’t afraid to put some runts in their place.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has a love-hate relationship with the idea of kissing you. On one hand, he can’t live without your lips slotted on his, on the other…he hates how vulnerable he feels. Though that feeling dissipates quickly when he’s suddenly surrounded with you. Your touch, your smell, you love. He’s a greedy man and he’ll take any attention from you he can get. His kisses turn desperate quickly, like he’d die if you were to pull away. Azul is a bit more of a messy kisser than he’d like to admit. His desperation for your love overpowers any of his other thoughts and he finds himself scrambling for purchase, holding onto you for dear life. Azul looks at you with so much love when you pull away you feel like your heart is about to explode. As much as he’d like to continue, he forlornly concludes that you both can’t stay like this forever. Perhaps another time, you’re always welcome in his VIP room at the lounge after all…just make sure Jade and Floyd don’t notice your disheveled appearance as you exit.

❥ Jamil Viper

It wasn’t often that Jamil indulged in such acts. Let himself be so vulnerable. But as you continued to leave sweet short kisses, he found his resolve crumbling. It scared him that you were able to make him give in so easily, but he trusted you, something that not many people had. His kisses feel a bit controlling, his hand pressed against the back of your neck keeping you in place. Jamil’s kisses are slow and deliberate. Every action has its purpose, and he loves to take his time and savor you. You find yourself hypnotized without his signature spell. Despite the deeply intimate act, he’s still tender with you. Jamil isn’t touchy with you often, so he’ll make sure you know how much he loves you. He hates to admit how he doesn’t want to stop, but his break is almost over. You’re more messy looking than he is at the end, and Jamil can’t help but look smug. People won’t catch you in the act, but it raises some eyebrows when you come out of Jamil’s room a little more messy than when you entered.

❥ Vil Schoenheit

You lucky bastard. Another one that doesn’t indulge in such actions often. Vil doesn’t like to admit how much you get to him. The fact that he restrains from any physical affection with you mixed with how much he wants to drown you in love…yeah lets say he finds himself releasing his pent up emotions on your poor lips. He only allows such acts when you're both unwinding for the day, and you are not allowed to leave any evidence (he has an image to uphold). Vil kisses you with so much passion you’re left breathless with the first one, and he won’t hold up either. You seriously question his remark of you being his first partner because the way he kisses you makes him feel like an expert. He looks like a God (always) by the end. Eyes dilated, chest heaving, golden hair barely out of place (but enough to make your heart flutter, you did that). Once you both slow down, he’ll pepper your face with kisses wishing you a good night's rest as he plays with your hair…you're not sure if you could sleep after that.

❥ Idia Shroud

You will always be the one to initiate such intimate acts. As much as he wants to, he’s too shy. An innocent kiss going a little farther as Idia couldn’t resist the temptation that was you. And as your lips locked, Idia found his nervous energy leaving him as his mind melted into a goop. His kisses are inexperienced, teeth clashing with yours (he didn’t mean too), but he’ll learn over time. He can be a fast learner, and who wouldn’t want to get some practice in? (Idia is more willing than you’d think). He gets a bit uncharacteristically confident the longer you two kiss. Pressing your lips together more firmly, shaking hands holding onto your figure, small whimpers swallowed by your awaiting mouth. Both of you are flustered beyond imagination by the end, warm cheeks and fast beating hearts, shaky breaths. Just like that, Idia finds himself short circuiting. You were just so amazing, lovely, warm…you were gonna kill him one day. Don’t even think of doing anything like that in public though, he might actually die (and cry and never go outside again).

❥ Malleus Draconia

Every time you shared a kiss it would be one of passion. Malleus loves you so much he felt the need to express it, make sure you clearly understood how much you meant to him. But you would have to be the one to push further, as Malleus usually left it at one kiss, he wanted you to set the pace. He won’t back down if you continue to kiss him, his actions will become more possessive. Hands that cradled your cheeks move to the back of your head, his kisses becoming more hungry. He basks in your warmth, in your love, in your being. He loses himself in you, and he internally thanks you for allowing himself to indulge in your love. Malleus isn’t foolish enough to think it's appropriate for such actions to be indulged in with others present…but he also finds himself uncaring. He loves you, and if you wish it, who was he to deny? (Sebek will be so stunned that he can’t get any words out). Not to mention how exhilarating to see the fae prince’s composure shattered. Pink cheeks, dilated eyes, puffy lips…oh what a sight indeed.

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yanadolls · 6 days ago

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KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US!

||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM READER (IMPLIED RELATIONSHIP)

||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ risky sex, unprotected sex, praising, petnames, messy sex, groping, slight choking, fluff to smut

||| SUMMARY: nagi met you at the beginning of bluelock. now, he's on a team with barou and isagi, and you come to visit his room while the other two are out. secretly, nagi was yearning for you >.<

(btw this is an older version of bluelock- i was trying to aim for like 20 yr old players so ig it's an adult program now? sorry if that's confusing i just loveee the concept of the facility so i wanted to use it 'n the second selection was so silly<3)

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nagi was playing on his phone, enjoying the couple hours of silence he was finally getting. no more arguing with barou..for now, at least. his mind was blank as he got headshot after headshot in his game, growing tired by the second. just as he was about to take a nap, it was then that he heard the doors open, but to his surprise it wasn't his current teammates returning.

instead, it was you, his lovely girlfriend.

he met you about 5 months back through reo, and overtime the two of you had gotten closer- so close, you even started dating. nagi had never been in a relationship before you, which was what made you even more special to him. at first, he thought relationships were a hassle, but you had proved him wrong and changed his perspective on love entirely. nagi sat up, shutting his phone off and placing it aside while you greeted him with that bright smile of yours that seemed to always make his day a bit better- no matter how shitty it could've been.

"hey babe! isagi told me you were in here, so i thought i would visit you. how's it going?"

"s'going alright."

nagi shrugged lazily as he watched you climb up onto his top bunk, sitting in front of him. even if his nonchalant expression stayed, he was secretly happy to see you. even after dating for a while now, you still made him feel strange. when you were close, his heart raced. when you kissed him, he had the urge to pull you closer and never let go. when you smiled, it made him want to smile back- something he hardly ever did.

nagi had never had a crush in his entire 20 years of living prior to you, so he was shocked when he got feelings for you so quickly. you were just so cute to him, how could he not? not to mention, your affection was too irresistible.

"..are you doing alright? with your new team, 'n stuff. they aren't causing you problems, right?"

you were honestly pretty flattered he asked, since he wasn't really the type to check up on people. you just had the special pass since he liked you so much.

"aww! sei, you're actually asking? how sweet!" you gushed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before replying. "things are decent. i just wish i was on a team with you still, but y'know? maybe it's for the best. i get to see different play styles this way. and no, they're actually pretty respectful."

"mmh, true. glad you aren't having any trouble."

nagi laid back again, but scooted over more so you could crawl beside him. nagi adored your clinginess, smiling just a tiny bit when you instantly attached yourself to him. he let you lean against him as he started playing his game again, trying to ignore your addicting scent filling his nostrils, messing with his senses. he enjoyed having you at his side, gently wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer before placing his hand on his device again.

"to your left, baby. i saw a guy running into the building."

"hm? oh, you're right.. die."

HEADSHOT!

"nice shot! you're so talented, you know that? it's not fair you get to be good at both soccer and video games!"

your praise made his stomach flutter in slight nervousness, but it didn't show on his face. he kept a relaxed and lazy manner as he felt his attention drifting from his game, and more to you.

nagi couldn't help himself. the feeling of your chest against his and your breathing against his neck was starting to really get to him. he shifted awkwardly as he felt a throb in his pants, a sigh escaping his lips. he felt as if he couldn't avoid this situation anymore- he wanted you. nagi wasn't one to get aroused so easily before meeting you, but once again- you had changed that part of him, raising his sex drive. what a hassle..

without even thinking, his hand snaked from your shoulders to the bottom of your tank top, slipping under feeling your bare skin as he trailed his fingers higher.

"uh- sei..?"

your cheeks flushed as one of his hands was still on his phone, but the other was gently groping your breast. it wasn't the first time he had done something like this, of course you both had gotten intimate before, but you weren't expecting him to do it at bluelock. nagi didn't even have a conscious of what he was either doing until you spoke, breaking his focus.

"huh? oh, sorry.. just wanna fuck you now."

"what?!"

his abrupt confession had you shocked- like..shook. nagi just had to be so blunt all the time, huh? your boyfriend's words went straight to your core as his hand rested on your boob, like it was a normal thing to do and not lewd at all. nagi put his phone down, redirecting all his attention to you as he stared into your dolly eyes, slowly tilting his head to the side with a frown.

"what, is it really that shocking? you're my girlfriend and i find you attractive."

"w-well i mean, you just said it so randomly! and.."

nagi interrupted you, "you aren't bothered, right? do you want me to fuck you?"

"..no, i'm not bothered.. and i mean, i wouldn't be against it but-"

nagi took that simple sentence as an okay to lean in and connect your lips with his, moving his hand to the back of your head as his other groped your breast more roughly. you reciprocated almost immediately despite your better will, letting him touch you in whatever way he pleased. nagi had always loved your tits, whether he was sleeping on them for his naps or sucking and biting on them during sex.

he was so lazy, so unmotivated, and yet- you were still utterly charmed by him.

nagi suddenly separated as the kiss was just getting more passionate, your hand tugging at his sweatpants. you couldn't help but pout at the loss of feeling, but nagi found it adorable.

"why did you stop?"

"come. wanna do this on barou's bed."

his words perplexed you. barou's bed? you figured it was for comfortability since the top bunk bed wasn't the most ideal place to fuck, but you were very wrong. the two of you climbed down the ladder as he spoke.

"he's being annoying, you know?" nagi started, gently pushing you onto the single bed and getting on top of you. "always going on about how everything needs to be clean and neat. pissing me off so badly- not to mention he stole this bed from me.."

even in this situation, nagi pouted childishly. he had such an immature reason for swapping beds, but honestly? you couldn't give less a fuck, pulling your tank top over your head and tossing it hastily on the floor. nagi took it into his own hands to strip off your shorts, taking care of his own clothing next.

"gonna make that fraud king regret it. besides, it's a win-win situation since i get to fuck my cute girlfriend during my revenge.."

nagi pressed his lips against yours, hands travelling all over your smaller body as a very obvious heavy bulge was in his boxers. you made out with him, all teeth and tongue clashing together as you tugged at his hair with whines leaving your lips. soon, he pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your tongues together as he pushed your panties aside and tugged his boxers down to his legs, lazily kicking them off.

"sei.." you gasped as he rubbed his dick between your folds, the muscular man shuddering at the friction. you were so wet for him already, and he had hardly touched you yet; it boosted his ego more, knowing he could get you so needy without trying that hard.

"mh.. y'so cute."

he grunted as he pushed his fat tip inside you, slowly beginning to stretch you out so deliciously. the familiar mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming still even after all this time as he filled you up inch by inch, eyes locked on your expressions at all times. nagi felt so connected with you, in more than one way. when he thought back to how he was gonna spend his evening, fucking his girlfriend was not on the list. however, some changes can be hassle free he learned.

nagi was huge- both in length and width. he was was long and thick, and the feeling of his veins rubbing against your gummy walls as he pushed deeper had you breathless. even after having sex with him more than once, you never seemed to get used to how big his dick was.

soon enough, nagi was pounding into your tight hole, holding you down against barou's bed as he shamelessly fucked you in his teammate's group room. it was risky, you both could easily be caught at any moment especially since isagi and barou were already gone for two and a half hours prior to your arrival, so their training and bathing would surely be done any time now. did the lazy man care, though? absolutely not.

"haaah.. s-seiii, feels so good! you're so big..!"

you cried, nails digging into his back as he slammed in and out of you at a pace totally unlike his lazy self. you just happened to bring out new sides of him, one that learned to love and one that become passionate with you. he was determined to make you feel good, determined to make you cum.

"shh, baby.. someone could hear us from outside."

nagi's hand flew to your neck, lightly squeezing. it wasn't enough for you to lose air, but it still had you gasping and it added to the pleasure by a lot. your walls clenched around him, letting him know that what he was doing was affecting you in a way as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull from how good he was fucking you. his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust, and you just couldn't stay silent.

the sound of skin slapping and your breathless moaning filled the room, nagi's pace never faltering for even a second. he kept brutally pounding into you, heavy balls smacking against your ass with each slam.

"shit.." he groaned lowly, "so perfect. so happy you're mine.. you're such a good girl f'me, taking me so well."

a twisting feeling in your tummy indicated that you were getting close. your mind was foggy, the only thing you could consciously think about was how good his cock felt ramming into you relentlessly, and how his larger hand covered your entire neck, holding you down. it felt like way too good to stop, way too good to keep quiet.

so what if someone caught you two fucking? it was in nagi's private room, so it's not anyone's business what goes on inside.

"aah, mmhh! seishiro, i-i'm close! so, so close!"

his hand moved from your neck to your cheek, stroking it soothingly as he kissed your forehead. the lazy genius was so gentle with you, despite fucking you so hard at the same time. nagi was getting close too, dick throbbing inside you as a shaky moan escaped his lips.

"g..gonna cum inside, m'kay pretty girl? is that fine? you deserve to be filled up nicely."

"yes! o-oh please baby, need it so badly!"

it was all you had to say before his hips stuttered, cock burying deep inside you as ropes of hot cum filled up your womb while he groaned into your neck. your back arched off the bed as you came all over his length, a loud pornographic moan leaving your lips.

you both breathed heavily as you came down from your highs, looking into each other's eyes with flushed cheeks. nagi slowly pulled out, diverting his attention to the way both of your cum spilled out of your stretched hole, dripping onto the now messy bed.

great! not only was the blankets crinkled up and falling off the bed, one pillow even on the floor, but the sheets were covered in sweat and cum. it was perfect.

"so good, baby. love you so much."

"love you too, sei.."

nagi hummed at your reply as he changed back into his clothes, helping you do the same. he was happy, even if it didn't show. he missed you a lot considering how much time you both have been spending away from each other due to being on different teams, so it was nice to do this with you rather than just texting you from across the building. he gently patted your lower back before giving you a kiss on the head, ushering you out the room before isagi and barou could come back with the promise that you both would hang out and cuddle tomorrow.

then, he crawled back into his own bed, pulling out his phone and opening his game as if nothing happened.

the doors opened 10 minutes later, and in came in barou and isagi. instantly, the pair noticed the mess.

"..what the fuck?"

isagi blurted at the state of barou's bed, cringing at the sight of the cum only half dried on the bed- as if it were being proudly displayed. while his reaction was relatively tame, barou's was..

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, NASTY HASSLE MAN?! I'LL KILL YOU!"

well, it looked like the self proclaimed king was about to murder him.

"dunno what you mean."

oh yeah, nagi would definitely being doing this with you again.

AN: AHH THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE i lovee nagi sm <3 i can imagine barou trying to force nagi to clean it up himself but he just doesn't listen kekw

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melanchoire · 4 months ago

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hi! can i request a top student karina who helps y/n to get a good grades and became obsessed with her (friendly rivalry plot 🤩). y/n realized she couldn't survive school without her and starts doing what karina wants (to please her 💗), that eventually lead to her bedroom.. can you also add up that the y/n loves boobs like yk she would beg karina to let her suck her and please also add that karina is into face sitting mwehehe.

this seems a lot sorry... THANK YOU ANYWAY!!

i missed writing for rina so much 💔 anyway i still have a couple of aespa stuff in my drafts (aeri stans get ready 🎇🎉🎊)

cw: cunnilingus, face–sitting, thigh riding, titsucking.

karina being a senior at your school who becomes your tutor due to your less than ideal grades 💔 having to meet her every school day at the library starts to make you realize that slacking off in class and taking lazy and messy notes for the sake of joking around and talking with your friends was a very bad idea

you knew something about her, not too much, but you had seen her a couple of times in the school hallways or among the crowds of people at school events. you thought she would be a bit stuck up like some of the other girls in her class given the looks they tend to give younger students, but she wasn’t completely giving off that vibe, and you could tell when she looked up from her phone upon entering the library and dropped the straw of her milkshake from between her lips. “oh hey! you made it. i thought you weren’t coming.” and she approaches you smiling, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and maintaining a charismatic and friendly attitude

“it’s good to see you here. your teacher told me about your low grades and asked me to help you study and prepare for the upcoming exams so you can pass her subject. i hope you’re okay with that." but you can’t pay much attention to her words because your eyes are on her because she is so much more beautiful up close 😵‍💫 this was definitely the motivation you needed to finally pay attention to your studies

her sharp and pronounced features, the way her silky hair waves gracefully when she walks and a small breeze hits her face, how her uniform accentuates her body, the slight movement of her hips and her confidence when she walks makes you stare at her like an idiot every time you see her. karina even greets you when she sees you in the hallways, no matter if you are with your friends or she is with her group, when she passes by you, she gives you a small nod and a smile, but if she sees you from afar, it’s a wink and a wave of her hand 🫠 you don’t know how she would react if she knew that sometimes you wander around the school on purpose just to find her or memorizing the route she takes to her classroom or during break time

but karina is just as obsessed as you are! of course she notices the look that your eyes have when you see her, but she always maintains a relaxed attitude, holding back a smirk as she sees how you think you’re being subtle with your gaze when it’s traveling all over her body…

and thanks to karina’s help you manage to go from being the lazy student who is always talking in class to the student who participates in class and does all their homework so they can use the extra class time to complete some other assignment in another subject or study for the exams they got

little by little, the study dates begin to become more… intimate. karina always used to sit next to you while she explained the exercises, placing the notebook between the two of you and looking at you every time she explained a new concept to make sure you were following her lead and understood what he was talking about. now, she was more… closer. continuing to sit next to you but much closer to you, her chest practically at your side and always remembering to make sure to press her breasts against your shoulder, enjoying when you turn your face to the side to look at her as she explains, getting nervous about having her face so close to yours and noticing how your gaze falls directly to her lips

a hand resting on your knee as she explains the formulas and different ways to solve an equation, climbing dangerously up your thigh until it reaches under your skirt. “now we will do a little practice. i’ve already written the results of the equations. you just have to do the math, and if you get the same result as me, it means it’s correct.” as if she wasn’t currently caressing your clit through your panties with her fingertips 🥰 “if you do this well, we can stop studying here and do something more… fun.” and you’ve never been so motivated to do a task before!

karina pushing your panties aside so her fingers could caress your folds… you were thankful that there was no one in the library at this hour, because otherwise, you wouldn’t be having this! or that’s what you think, because if it were up to karina, she would fuck you on the table even with the library full of people 😊

and when you finally finish completing the exercises, you think that she will give you what you want so much, but no! she focuses on correcting the exercises you solved, taking all her time and taking extra time to provoke you ☹️

but a promise is a promise, so karina drags you to her bedroom!

although karina won’t give it to you easily 😣 making you kneel in front of her and beg her to touch you, but not before confessing how much you want to fuck her for a long time and tell her all the twisted ideas that are in that silly little head of yours :( karina enjoys being mean because it’s very easy to break you and make you act like a dumb

making you sit on her lap and ride her thigh while she lets you play with her tits 😵‍💫 pushing your face into her chest with a grip on your hair, grinning as you watch as the more you suck on her tits the more desperate your hips move against her thigh

“so that was it... do you always put effort into your studies when it comes to me because you want to fuck me, (y/n)? all you do is think about me playing with this body when you study?”

“riding my thigh like a dog humping a leg… you're pathetic, (y/n).”

letting karina ride your face because it’s your way of thanking her for helping you improve your grades and be a better student 🫶🏻 she loves to see your vulnerable expression and your eyes looking at her from between her thighs, enjoying it more when you whine against her pussy as she pushes her hips harder against your face just to tease you 🥴 and she is so sweet that she also allows you to touch yourself while you devour her, letting you sneak a hand under your skirt and play with your throbbing clit while she uses you for her own pleasure

#yu jimin #yu jimin x fem reader #yu jimin x reader #yu jimin smut #yoo jimin #yoo jimin x fem reader #yoo jimin x reader #yoo jimin smut #karina #karina x fem reader #karina x reader #karina smut #aespa #aespa x fem reader #aespa x reader #aespa smut

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enzosbabyangel · 2 months ago

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Harry Potter characters and sugar daddies

✰ Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy

On the fourth day of christmas my true love sent to me, four thousand dollars | 12 days of christmas master list

og a/n: i made up a name for Harry’s daughter lmao. Remus was removed because i couldn’t come up with an idea for him and couldn’t imagine him as a sugar daddy, i will make up for it in the future thanks to my amazing friend @winnie1emon coming up with a cute idea <3 did i post this earlier then i was supposed to by accident? yes yes i did.

current a/n: This was originally made on my old blog as part of my ‘12 days of christmas’ event. This was all written like five months ago and i just re-posted onto here. i didn’t proofread anything lmao or remember what was in this or the Remus idea. still love @/winnielemon though 💞💞 format is also my old ugly one that i was too lazy to change lmfao

✰ Content warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, 18+, age gap, , reader in Harrys is a bit bitchy, cheating, reader is a half blood in Lucius’, you could imagine it as muggle or blood traitor if you’re a pureblood💞

✧ 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 -

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You used to be his daughter’s best friend, Giselle. You two were inseparable, meeting in college and becoming best friends. You constantly slept over at each other’s houses during weekends or holidays. You often attended dinner at the Potters as Giselle lived off-campus.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Another reason you were so willing to attend dinners at the Potters was because of… well… your best friend’s father.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Yep, the infamous Harry Potter. No, it wasn’t because of his popularity. It was because of his sheer talent in bed. Good at fingering you, eating you out, fucking you, fucking your tits, he made everything feel good and he was fucking talented.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Almost nothing could make you give up that man. Well, until you found out Giselle, your ‘best friend’ was spreading shit about you and stealing from you. You completely snapped, shouting and taking all your stuff back. Completely messing up her room in the process. ‘The bitch got what was coming.’ you thought to yourself.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . After that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Potters. Much to Harrys dismay,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Please Y/N, just calm down. I’m sorry about what Giselle did but i’ll talk to her about it- tell her to give you some money… anything.” Harry practically begged as he lightly grabbed your arm to stop you. His eyes pleading as he looked down at you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “No! i don’t want your money, just leave me alone.” You said, eyebrows furrowing slightly in annoyance as you glanced behind you to Harry. Tugging your arm out of his grip you grabbed your coat off of the hanger, putting it on hurriedly. The buttons being messily done up to close it and keep you warm from the coldness outside.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Just as you finished doing your coat up, Harry spoke up before you could leave, “Hold on a second, please.” Quickly leaving the room as you were left to stand in the hallway of the front door. Your arms crossed as you rolled your eyes but decided to grant his wish, staying put.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And just about a minute later he came back, your eyes widening and mouth opening slightly as you looked at the two grand in his hands. You glanced up at him before back at the money. You knew what he was trying to imply. With raised brows you looked back up at him, a shocked look on your face, asking with a dumbfounded tone, “All of that is for.. me?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Harry didn’t say anything in return, just nodding as he looked at you with the same pleading eyes, mixed with a bit of shame. Evidently in his small smile.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And that leads to now. Harry slurping at your pussy, tongue flicking at your sensitive clit or exploring the inside of your tight walls as you rode his face. Holding onto the headboard for support as you looked down at Harrys messy hair that covered the pillow his head rested on. His glasses thrown on the bedside table. His hands resting along your waist as he ate your pussy as if it was his last meal.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Your body was laced in sweat as your hips moved back and forth, his nose occasionally making a pang of delicious pleasure shoot through your body as you bit your cheek, moans falling from your mouth.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Shit..” You let out through a moan as your right hand moved down to grab a handful of Harrys hair. The movements of your hips becoming more speratic as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . A tug at Harrys hair had him groaning into your pussy, adding to pleasure you were feeling and a couple more flicks of his tongue to your clit made you finally cum. Hips stuttering as you slowly rode through your orgasm, loud moans filling the room.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . As you finally came down from your high, you plopped down onto the bed next to Harry, catching your breath as you sat, back resting against the headboard. You glanced down at Harry to see him wiping your arousal from his flushed face. His hand moving to grab his glasses off his bedside table as he sat up.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . As you caught your breath you sat back up, grabbing and putting your panties back on. While you did that Harry got some money from the bedside drawer and turning his body, tapping your shoulder.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You glanced over at him, soft smile forming on your face as you saw the one grand he had pulled out for you. You uttered a ‘thank you’ and took it from him, taking the money and placing it beside you as you moved to the edge of the bed. Picking up your oversized t-shirt and black booty shorts.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “So uh… i was just wondering… maybe you and i could go to the movies tomorrow? i remembered Giselle talking about how excited you were for… a um… that horror movie to come out.” Harry awkwardly spoke as he watched you get dressed again.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You put your knee high boots on, stopping for a slight second as his words sunk in. “Oh… i would love to but i have a tutor sesh tomorrow.” You said, a sheepish smile on your face as you finished buckling up your boots. Grabbing your bag with one hand. Placing the one grand inside. your bag you quickly made your way around the bed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, “Maybe another time?” You suggested with a soft smile before quickly leaving the room.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You didn’t bother to hear what he said next. You didn’t want him pestering you on when that other time would be. You tried desperately to push Harry away if it wasn’t for sex, not because you’re a bitch… you were just conflicted with your growing feelings for Harry and keeping the secret that you have a boyfriend from him.

✧ 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 -

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You met Draco at a Fluorish and Blotts, where you were for a book signing. You payed him no mind at first, despite his not-so-subtle staring and smirk on his face, looking you up and down. The typical, rich, creep behaviour. The second you got your book signed you hurried off to the exit, but alass he still got to you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . What he did, unsurprisingly was try to charm his way into your pants. walking down the road with you as he pretended to be oh so interested in your interest of the writer you came to see today. Then interested in your time at Hogwarts, commenting on how he left fourteen years ago. It’s comedic how he didn’t realize that made everything ten times creepier. His continuous attempts at bringing you home failed each time.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Until, he offered you two thousand dollars. Who could blame you? you’re a twenty year old college student with a student loan. that two thousand can go a long way. So, he came home with you that night.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And now, a year later, he’s still paying you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Fuck baby… s’your god damn pussys the best,” He let out through breathy moans. His hips slamming into you at an animalistic and somewhat impressive-for-his-age pace.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and skin slapping against skin as your nails scratched across his back. The pace of his thrusts prevented you from getting in a proper breath.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Such a slut… selling your body to some old man for money?” He commented with a smirk, arms lifting himself higher up above you so that he could stare down at you. “Don’t even need to pay off your student loan anymore and you still let me do what i want with you.” He continued on with a chuckle. “Do you just love me that much? or the money?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You were being too fucked out to properly understand his words or form an answer as you just nodded, letting out little babbles in response. Draco just chuckled as he listened to your incoherent responses, finding pride in how he managed to leave you completely stupid with his dick.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Your moans started becoming for frequent as you gradually drew closer to coming undone. Draco was too as his thrusts became sloppier and he continued to spew random, dirty words and thoughts at you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You came first, clenching around him as your legs shook around his waist. Draco moaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, completely stopping his thrusts to soak in the feeling before pulling out, spurts of cum quickly landing on your stomach as you watched with eyes lazy with lust.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco plopped down beside you, and what happened after you don’t know as you quickly fell asleep.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . When you woke up in the morning you had fresh pjs on and Draco was gone. You stretched in bed, the relief feeling good before you flopped back over on your side. Laying comfortably in your bed as you smiled slightly to yourself at the sheer comfort you felt. Your laziness didn’t stay though as you saw the large amount of cash on your desk, quickly sitting up and scooting over to the large stacks of cash. The total amount had to at least be around ten grand. Next to the cash was a small, ripped from a notebook peace of paper. You grabbed it and read it, wanting some type of explanation for the amount he gave you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ‘around fifteen grand here for you. why? well it’s been a year since we met. an unofficial anniversary ;)’

✧ 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 -

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Lucius was a… special situation. Maybe not really a sugar daddy. The money he gave you was more… ‘keep quiet money’. Money given to you to make sure you kept your mouth shut about the fact he was cheating on his wife with a ‘disgusting’ half blood.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Maybe he did pay you for sex a bit, but majority of the money was to keep you quiet. He was ashamed of himself of course, tempted by a halfblood. But god, he couldn’t help it. The soft curve of your body, the way your beautiful H/T, H/C hair framed your face. The way the maid uniform fit you. The soft hum of your voice that he hears in the early hours of the morning while you’re preparing dinner. Everything about you was addictive, as if you were trying to seduce him.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You were so addictive, in fact, that he’ll pull you into his office and take you right then and there,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Ah-! Sir-“ You managed to get out through laboured breaths as you desperately gripped at the edge of the desk you were bent over. Your body jolting upwards with every thrust of his hips.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . A harsh slap pained your ass as you let out a mix of a gasp and a moan. “Silence,” was all Lucius let out as his hand tangled in your hair and pulled. He used you as if you were a mere sex toy to him.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Lucius set his hand down on the free bit of desk next to you, leaning forward as he spoke, his tone cold and degrading. “What a filthy excuse of a woman, letting a man in a marriage use you as they please.” A slap to your ass, his tone turning slightly more amused as he continued. “And tempting a man in a marriage at that.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You only shook your head at his words, your eyes squeezing shut as your moans made your attempts at speaking fail, unable to vocally deny his words. You simply accepted the words as you let your head drop forward, you could tell that he was getting close when his grip on your hair tightened and his thrusts sped up in urgency.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . When he did cum he immediately pulled out, his cum spurting onto your bare back and ass. Some reaching your uniform where it was bunched up at your waist.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . After his high he simply stuffed himself back in his pants, straightening up his appearance. He picked you up by your arm and pulled you up, just to drop you on the floor. He quickly reorganized his desk, that was already quite neat before he fucked you on it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You can stay in here and… please yourself if you must.” Lucius spoke as he rummaged through his wallet. adding two grand in ‘keep quiet’ money on top of the five hundred ‘let me fuck you’ money. He didn’t even spare you a glanced as he closed up his wallet and placed it back into his pocket, maneuvering his way around you and his desk.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I’ll lock the door so that nobody can walk in. You have spare keys to this room to get out if i’m correct?” He asked with a raised brow, eyeing you as he watched you clumsily get up, not uttering a word. You nodded in response to his words, causing him to just slightly smile.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Good.” he spoke before turning and leaving the room. You stood awkwardly as you listened to the lock of the door and the slowly disappearing sound of footsteps. Feeling a mix of shame and guilt, though the feeling was quickly replaced with acceptance as your gaze dropped from the door to the two grand and five hundred on the table.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Well, a girls gotta do what she’s gotta do.

tags: @screamingoverfiction @nofingjustaninchident @willowlovestheweasleys @manesuaves @pizzaapeteer(idk if you want to be tagged but i remember you saying you were excited for these. just tell me if you don’t want to be !)

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rafesangelita · 3 months ago

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♡ jj gets sheep!reader high for the first time..

warnings: perv!jj, smoking, teasing, dirty talk, slight manipulation, corruption kink, implications of reader being a virgin, dubcon (?), making out, dry humping, thigh riding, tit play, nipple sucking, squirting

wc: 1.0k

“you gotta stop being scared of this stuff,” jj looked up at you from his spot on the floor, his choppy bangs falling in his face as he rolled up a joint on an old dingy magazine, “a little bit of weed doesn’t hurt nobody.” you sighed, allowing your chin to rest in your hands. “does john b let you smoke in here?” jj waved off your question before pulling your arm so you could sit down next to him. scrambling off of the old mattress, you yelped when his hand traveled underneath your skirt.

“john b isn’t here, so whatever he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” you watched as jj licked a line across the rolling paper, your cheeks heating once he caught you staring at his tongue. you looked away quickly as jj’s laugh echoed in your ears. “y/n, if you’re curious all you gotta do is let me know. i’d be more than happy to show you some tongue work.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, the action only making you more embarrassed than you already were.

you were so easy to tease, jj leaned his back against the bed before handing you his lighter. “you light me up, sheep?” nodding pensively, jj watched as you lit the other end of his joint, the small flame flickering against your features. jj kept his eyes on you while he took the first drag, a laugh escaping him once he blew all the smoke in your face. you instantly sent yourself back, a string of coughs escaping your lips as you waved your hand in front of your face.

“why would you do that?!” you cried, softly shoving him away once he got you tucked into his side once again. “don’t get your panties in a twist, everyone does it, baby.” shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest as jj continued blowing puffs of smoke in your direction. with the windows shut and the door closed, it wasn’t long before the air in the room grew thick and hazy.

jj kept lighting up joint after joint, both of your brains becoming foggy as he pulled you on top of his lap. the cargo material of his shorts felt rough and scratchy against your skin, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he trailed his fingertips up and down your thighs. “when are you gonna let me get in these, hm?” you gasped softly when jj slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear, the elastic snapping back against your flesh as he pulled and let go of the lace trim.

you giggled when you felt his lips on your neck, the sensation making you squirm in his lap. “fuck, keep moving like that..” he groaned, planting his hands on your hips so he could drag you up and down his clothed cock. you blinked slowly, a small whimper sounding from you when you felt his hard-on sit snuggly between your wet folds. “i don’t think we should be doing this, jayj. i feel a little funny—” jj cut you off with a searing kiss, his teeth nipping your bottom lip in the process.

“shhh— you’re just a little high, don’t worry. you’re in some really good hands.” he whispered, his eyes growing dark at the sight of you in your slightly confused state. “don’t you feel good?” he watched as your gaze flickered across his face, your hands finding his shoulders as he continued his ministrations. all it took was one stroke against your sensitive bundle of nerves before you grew desperate for more friction, the scruffy blonde in front of you wasting no time in scooting you down so you were seated on top of his thigh.

“let’s see how messy you can get..” at his words, jj motioned for you to start moving, your damp panties leaving behind a wet patch as you started grinding down on him. grabbing onto the ruffles of your skirt, jj helped guide you over his thigh while you whimpered pathetically to yourself. “feel this, feel what you do to me?” he grabbed your hand and placed it over his erection, “you have no idea how long i’ve fantasized but taking this virgin pussy.” he tsked, leaning in to kiss you sloppily.

“so fucking sweet and innocent, i’m gonna take all of that away soon i fucking promise you.” you could feel the coil in your tummy grow tighter and tighter with each stroke of your clit against his shorts, your eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure wracking through your body. jj continued guiding your palm over his cock, his cheeks growing red as your whines turned into full blown cries, your tits spilling out of the sweetheart neckline of your top. “holy shit, these are perfect.” he marveled, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers.

jj did the unthinkable as you nearly doubled over, your thighs burning with tension. “oh, jayj!” you cradled his head when he took your nipple in his mouth, his rough palm fondling the other as you approached the edge of your high. “mm— come on, give it to me, ‘pretty.” your hips stuttered as soon as you reached your climax, your orgasm making your heart beat in your ears as you let out a half shriek. burying your face in jj’s neck, you licked and nipped the sensitive flesh there before you felt a stream of wetness flow from between your thighs.

you gasped, both you and jj looking down at the mess you made. “oh my god,” your cheeks heated in embarrassment, “i’m so sorry i didn’t know i could i do that—” jj shushed you before you could get through apologizing all the way, “don’t say sorry. that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he helped you up, taking a seat at the edge of the bed before pushing you back on your knees. “wait, what are you doing, jay?” you watched as he quickly undid his belt, a smirk playing on his lips as you looked up at him with those clueless eyes of yours.

“i’m gonna teach you how to suck me off.”

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BF HCS x sakamoto days

summary . bf! character hcs frooooommm .. SAKAMOTO DAYS !!! yipeeee!!!!!

wc . 1.7k

cw . THE CHARACTERS ARREEE : shin asakura , kei uzuki , gaku , nagumo yoichi , heisuke mashimo , natsuki seba , shishiba . there’s nothing suggestive i think and ummm everything is pretty cool and ok !

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shin

extra . since shin can read minds, yours included (even tho he feels a little bad), he can always tell when you’re cold! before you can even open your mouth, shin’s already wrapping his scarf around your neck and draping his jacket over your shoulders :3

extra . he kinda seems like the type of guy to hold your heels if ur feet get sore or tie your shoelaces if they get untied !

kisses . i feel like shin would like to kiss your cheeks!

also, hc about kissing — the first time he leaned in for a kiss, you turned your head a little which caused him to completely miss (much to his embarrassment) so now, he always pays close attention to what you’re thinking and his hand is ready to tilt your head back :p

confession . i’d say that shin was pretty shy when confessing to u ! not like , stuttering and teeth-chattering shy, but just a little flustered and fidgety. probably took you to a nice cafe or just somewhere he knows that you like and when he saw your smile , he was like ‘okay this is it , now or never’

hand placement . he def likes to hold hands ! (even if he’s a little scared that his palms are sweaty)

extra . this is a little bit of a strange one but i think that shin would be soooo respectful with ur stuff. the thought of even looking at or without your permission makes him feel bad , yk ?!

idk i just feel like shin would be such a good bf he’s the sweetest ever (｡ŏ_ŏ)

kei uzuki

kisses . a bit of a classic , but he just loves your lips ! ohhh, but i feel like he’d like kissing your hands and wrist (and occasionally brushing his lips across your knuckles) too :3

confession . i think he was probably just a liiittle scared to say something about his feelings at first ! he probably brought you somewhere nice , like a restaurant or a bookstore if that’s your thing. definitely took your hand, intertwining your fingers and whispering his feelings to you.

extra . he definitely likes holding hands in my opinion !! but when he does , he’s soo gentle about it — i just feel like he’d be a pretty gentle lover

hand placement . def likes putting his hand on the small of your back. veeerry gentle about it, though ! sometimes it makes you tickle a little because of the brush of his fingers.

extra . he’s probably very careful with you; he wants to make sure that you’re safe , comfortable , happy and all that !

extra . ok this miighhtt be a little ooc but i think he’d be a little shy sometimes .. just like , his heart beats slightly faster and the tips of his ears flush when he sees you because he just loves you so much !!

extra . i think that he likes getting you flowers as gifts ! ooo ooo or pretty jewellery !!!!

gaku

confession . probably asked you out one night when you’re both lounging on his couch, maybe playing games .. he just looked at you, saw your cute face, and said; “we should date.” or something like that !

extra . idk he kinda seems like the type to enjoy sharing drinks / food with you , like having two straws in a milkshake or letting you take a bite out of his sandwich!

kisses . sometimes, he feels a little lazy so he kisses your jaw, neck, and the corner of your mouth a lot instead of your lips :3 as much as he loves kissing them, he’s grown to like kissing the other cute spots on u ♡ !

hand placement . he likes wrapping his arms around ur waist definitely!! hugs onto you like you’re some sort of plush toy— and definitely rests his chin on ur shoulder !!!

extra . i feel like he’d just be pretty comfortable with u (i mean obviously , he’s ur bf) but i mean comfortable in the way that he doesn’t really care— he’s shirtless ? it’s whatever. his hair’s messy? he likes it when you brush your fingers through his hair anyways. you’re trying to sleep? make room for him !

extra . now, this one’s a little odd but i feel like he doesn’t wear socks often .. and when he does , you kinda find them in the weirdest places. “i’ll pick them up later,” he says. he probably won’t— unless it seems that it’s really bothering you :(

extra . he can be a little bit annoying sometimes; gaku likes teasing you, but ofc he can be nice too ! when he feels like it lol

nagumo yoichi

kisses . he just kisses you wherever ! kinda spontaneous about it , too! you’re laying down on the couch? he’s grabbing your ankles and leaning in to kiss your feet, ignoring your little squeals of embarrassment. just the silly stuff like that >_<

confession . at first , you thought he was just joking around — i mean , this is nagumo we’re talking about ! but when he leans closer, eyes focused on you , it was a little obvious that he was completely serious

hand placement . nagumo is the type who likes to touch you wherever it makes you the most flustered !

extra . his favorite types of dates are probably the unexpected and weird ones . i’m talkint about like, bird-watching , trying new restaurants , sewing classes , watching the worst rated movies and seeing how long it takes you to laugh >_<

extra . nagumo loves making you react to the things he does ! the giggles that escape you when he tickles your sides , the yelp that leaves your lips when he jumpscares you— he loves it aaalll !!

extra . even if he likes teasing you and being a little annoying , nagumo can also be gentle when he wants to ! you aareee the love of his life after all <3

heisuke mashimo

confession . he was sooo scared to say anything!!! it took a lot of nudging and urging from Lu and the others to get him to even talk to you . (they were just tired of his rambling and love-sick smiles whenever you stepped into the store)

kisses . his favourite place to kiss you is definitely your lips !! sometimes he gets a bit too shy and instead kisses your cheek, but he loves ur pretty lips the most (｡・ω・｡)

hand placement . he’s definitely a hand-holder , but started off with linking ur pinkies together (the smallest finger) he wanted to hold ur hand sooo bad , but his heart was beating too fast and his palms were sweating so he went for ur pinky finger instead— overtime he got used to holding hands and touching other places, too !

extra . piisuke really likes you ! and likes to sometimes nudge heisuke in the right direction :3

like one time , heisuke was writing you a letter— he heard you talk to Lu about a movie you were watching and gushing over the male lead writing a love letter to the female lead— but heisuke was just a little too shy to send it to you.. so, piisuke took the initiative and picked it up, already flying to you and dropping the paper into your hands !!

natsuki seba

kisses . honestly , he doesn’t really mind ! he kisses you wherever— but he likes giving you a little lick occasionally. he thinks the look on your face when you notice is very cute !

confession . i can’t really see him making a huge deal over his feelings.. maybe pulls you aside one day or waits until you two are alone and tells you that he likes you. a small, relieved sigh escapes his lips when you say that you like him back !! ♡

hand placement . probably likes patting your head. i also feel like he’d enjoy touching your hips n waist but idk why .. it’s just a feeling yk !

extra . natsuki likes resting his head on your lap when he’s got free time. he just thinks your thighs are soo warm and soo nice that he can’t help but sleep there!

off topic but his hair looks so.. touchable !!

extra . i think that he’d like going on dates where the two of u try out different sweets / pastries / just yummy stuff in general !

extra . adding onto dates that he’d like , i think that going to those photobooth thinks with natsuki would be sooo much fun!! he definitely keeps a few pics in his phonecase and sticks them on the wall of his workshop (somewhere safe ofc)

shishiba

hand placement . he’s soo sweet idc what anyyyooonneee says !!! he def likes touching the small of your back , gently guiding you to wherever. he likes holding hands, too— but only because he loves interlocking ur fingers :3 and his hand soometimes sneaks to ur waist >w<

kisses . he likes kissing your lips the most! not much else to say about that — but shishiba definitely always kisses you the like it’ll be the first and last time !

confession . hmm this one’s a little hard .. but i feel like he probably took you out on a walk one evening after work (and after showering, it’s probably not very good to ask someone out with blood all over you) and ended up confessing half-way through. he wanted to say it at the end but was a liitttllee too eager (not that he’d ever admit it out loud)

extra . seems like the type to hold ur bags / other stuff that you’re carrying if it seems like you’re struggling

extra . i feel like he’d ban onions and al that from the house , even plucking them out of your dishes if you both go out, grumbling about “how can anyone like these .. tsk,”

extra . i feel like he’d sometimes just pat your head a little . idk, like a supportive thing ?

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