#basically just massage it into ur hair then leave it for an hour or two

[ask-pavitr]

your hair is so fabulous. I am so jealous!!

-🐝

you should be

I have amazing hair

[megururus]

relax love ￤ anri teieri

cw : this is a wlw oneshot so if ur for some reason uncomfortable with that then leave!! anri has no shirt on at some point, but nothing suggestive!! teeth rotting fluff!!

a/n : this is for my gf and future wife, anri bc i love her sm, and she doesn’t get enough love🫶🫶 this also basically a bday post but i’m not gonna label it as that since it’s not the focus of this one shot!!

( august 17 — 9:58pm )

you knew anri had usually worked quite late work days, doing god knows what for ego, and his blue lock project. her usual arrival time home was about 8:30 in the night, but right now she was nearing the one hour late mark.

you began to grow nervous, confused and worried as to why your girlfriend was not answering your texts nor your calls. you took one big, deep breathe, telling yourself that there could be many reasons as to why she is not home at the moment.

these reasons come as;

1. ego forced her to stay back and do extra paperwork.

2. ego forced her to stay back and do the stinky laundry for the stinky teenage boys.

3. she got into a car accident that has left her with no way of contacting her.

of course, you hope the last one was not true, and prayed it would be one of the first two options instead, which seemed more realistic.

you honestly were starting to think like an overbearing parent, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were not the overprotective kind of girlfriend, not at all. you were just very concerned at the moment, you know?

deciding you had enough waiting, you pushed yourself off the couch and towards the front door, hastily grabbing your keys and slipping on your outside slippers. the ones you would usually sport when going last minute grocery shopping with anri.

just as your hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and in came a stumbling anri. you quickly held her up by her forearms, providing support so she could stand properly.

“anri, are you drunk?” you inquired, utter concern in your tone.

she looked up at you with a pout, blowing some strands of light brown, almost pink, hair that fell onto her face. “no i’m not drunk! it’s these damn heels, they’re squeezing my feet…my shoulders hurts, too…”

she kicked her feet, which resulted in her heels flying into a random place in the entryway.

you softly smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her to the couch. you affably pushed her back onto the couch and visibly saw her stiffen.

“i’ll get that lotion you like and give you a massage, ‘kay?” you told her, though she quickly shook her head.

“it’s alright! you don’t need to do that for me,” she said as she was ready to get up from the couch, but you gave her a look. “or you can, fine!”

you quickly smiled and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her favorite lotion, ‘country ma’am cookies’ scent, and made your way back into the living room.

there sat anri in the same spot, back straight and stiff, while watching that random sitcom. she took notice of your presence and gave you a pointed look, clearly talking about the show.

“don’t even ask, it was the only thing on at this time,” you slightly frowned, then soon replaced it with a smile. “now, let me help you relax!”

your girlfriend sighed, and began to unbutton her pink top. she slid the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in her bra, making easy access to her shoulders and back.

you pumped some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it so it covered every inch of your palms and fingers.

“lie down for me, it’ll be more relaxing,” you softly instructed, to which she obliged to. she laid so that she was on her stomach, face squished onto the plush cushion.

you sat on her butt, giving you a more comfortable position to give your massage.

you placed your lotioned hands onto her shoulders, gently rubbing circles into the places that felt they needed it. when you got closer to her neck, you noticed she still wasn’t fully relaxed.

“anri,” you said, squeezing the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. “relax, love.”

it’s as if your words had a magical effect on her, since her body instantaneously eased. she looked much more calm and comfortable like this.

you continued working your palms and fingers over her neck, shoulders, upper/lower back, and a bit of her arms.

everytime your hands would knead a spot that felt good, anri would hum, her way of indicating that was a good spot and to continue.

it was quiet, nothing but skin rubbing and the sitcom was heard, though you had to ask your girlfriend a question. breaking the quiet room you asked, “so, why were you back so late? ego has you doing those boy’s laundry again?”

the girl below you breathily laughed, “no, thank god! but, he made me stay back to analyze some data about some of the players. looking at the same screen for so many hours strains my eyes.”

now it was your turn to laugh, you reached over to the bottle and pumped more lotion onto your palm. rubbing it in you spoke, “he needs to get off his ass and do his own work, and also stop eating those gross mayo ramen things.”

“i agree!”

another quiet atmosphere washed over you, something you both enjoyed and appreciated. you knew how much anri just wanted a break from work, she was very clearly worked to the bone, barely ever getting a vacation or a second to breathe.

you had hoped this small massage had released whatever physical stress she had in her body. swinging your leg off the other side of her body, you placed both feet on the ground, telling her you were done.

anri lifted herself with her arms, cracking her back after being in the same position for twenty minutes.

she moved to a sitting position and started to slip on her shirt that you had handed to her.

“so, how do you feel now?”

“wayyyy better, thank you, love,” anri said sweetly, dragging out her letters, then pulled you down to sit next to her.

you chuckled and placed a soft, chaste kiss to her lips.

“i’m glad!”

© megururus august 19, 2022

[prettyboykatsuki]

please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 

but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 

“what are we doing out here?” 

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 

he growls a little against your throat. 

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 

and bkgs just in your ear like 

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 

“yeah..yeah” 

[siriusmydeer]

ron weasley smut alphabet

ron weasley x fem!reader

warnings: um this is all smut

a/n: i started at 4:45pm let’s see how long it takes. *update: it is now 10:20pm, my god*

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he takes a bath with you, with small kisses. then after when you’re done he gets snacks for the both of you. you lay your head on his chest as he praises you.

“up, up darling.” he coerces you from your laying position on his four poster bed. “m’gonna make you feel all nice and clean, yeah?”

the you most you could give him was a small nod, all fucked out from previous rounds, hours prior. your body covered in splotches of red and purple. your hair all messy and your whole body flushed with a sheer layer of sweat.

he dips both of your bodies into the bath, cleaning up your body. “you’re so good f’me, dove.”

he continued to praise you as he dryed you off with a towel and dressed you in a pair of his navy boxer shorts and his freshly clean cotton-quidditch jersey.

he layed you on the clean sheets that had changed themselves due to his manipulation of magic. he rummaged around his trunk trying to find your favourite snacks and one of your favourite muggle films to put on.

“last i went to hogsmeade ‘ve got your favourites.” he mumbled grabbing the snacks sprawling them out at the foot of the bed crawling over to your worn figure and immediately curling your body into his side.

his hand found the root of your hair massaging his way down your hair playing with your tresses. “i love you, my darling.”

“so so good, all f’me.” he praised.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

UR MF BOOTY. ron is an ass man if u try and tell me differently bitch i’ll take u outside and tell u a lil SUM. yes ron appreciates your whole body, i mean molly raised him with a LIL respect but the thought of him just laying his head on your bum while your watching a movie and he’s just caressing it just makes his heart go 💞

“ronald, you know the point of watching a movie together is too actually view the movie together. not just smoosh your face into your girlfriends arse.” you said with faux-anger lacing your tone.

you were laying on your stomach in the room of requirement, the room giving you the ability to invision anything you like; a king sized bed with a plush white comforter and a massive tv fit to showcase any movie of your desire.

ron had some other priorities consisting of stripping off your sleep shorts and laying his cheek on your bum tracing the small stretch marks that glittered your sides. he thought you were utterly perfect and just appreciating and kissing your body was one immaculate way of showing it.

“m’simply just appreciating my beautiful girlfriend.” he teased, squeezing your bum. his eyebrows then furrowing. “and stop calling me ronald! merlin woman, you know how to drive a guy mad!”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

whewwww the thiught of him cumming inside of your fertile velvet walls, the THOUGHT OF IT makes him hard. that man loves his creampies🙄

“m’gonna cum y/n.” he groaned, his calloused hands squeezing at your hips. your trembling fingers gripped at the sheets below you, arching your back more for him.

“s-sir, cum inside me, please.” you pleaded to the red head, moaning as he prodded at your cervix.

at your word, he let go; the ropes of his seed exploding inside of you, his vision starry and his body quivering. you whimpered at the feeling of him pull out of you; clenching around nothing and feeling desperate for his warmth again.

you felt his two dominant fingers push back inside of your clenching cunt, he spoke to you as he arched your back till your stomach hit the plush of the mattress.

“gotta keep you full of m’babies, understand?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

oh my god breeding kink, THE THOUGHT OF YOU FERTILE AND POSSIBLY GETTING PREGNANT IS LITERALLY HIS BIGGEST KINK LIKE ITS SO HOT TO HiM.

your back was arched against the plaid comforter covering the mattress below you, you moaned into the air coarse of tension and arousal as you let your release wash over your body.

the feeling of calmness and euphoria settled into your nerves as your orgasam came to an end, your boyfriend close behind.

soon enough you felt your rons cum shoot inside of your empty-feeling cunt, just waiting for him to breed you. he waited a moment before shoving his fingers inside of your stuffed pussy.

you whined at the feeling of overstimulation as his fingers got comfortable inside your clenching pussy. “aw baby y’gonna cry? better take my fingers like a good girl or m’gonna spank you.” he obeyed you as your trembling arm made its way to his arm, feeling pins and needles mixed with slight pleasure on your clit.

“you’re my cumdump, yeah? gotta make sure all m’babies stay in there. none go to waste.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like you taught him everything. i mean who else has he dated either it was lavender or nobody. so i feel like the both of you learned together and yk he got good FAST 💯

you were seated atop of his slack-clad thighs, slightly squirminn and circling your lace covered cunt over his clothed cock. you moved your lips towards his jugular, his adam’s apple bobbing at the feeling of your smooth lips dancing over the column of his neck.

“y/n.” he stated in hesitation, encasing his pale hands between your cheeks and bringing your face towards his.

“m’not sure.” he mumbled, deaf to your ears.

“what?” your tone lingered in the air confused at what he murmured, you lovingly carded your fingers into his bright red hair pulling at the strands.

you wanted him to feel comfortable in whatever he had to confess, so you waited patiently until he cleared his throat; a light crimson coating his cheeks as he diverted his eyes while he spoke to you.

“m’not sure- ‘ve never- never... y’know?” he said embarassed, his hands dropping from your face and into his lap. he looked in the direction of his lap as-well until your forefinger snuck under his freckled chin diverting his gaze into yours.

“no need to be embarrassed, love. we can- we can learn together?” you proposed to him, both of you quite inexperienced when it came to sexual instances.

“you’re sure?” he wanted to double check with you, before continuing both of your acts.

“positive.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

definitely riding or doggy. riding because he just adores watching you bounce on his cock AND he can grab your tits AND he can see your face AND he can watch your squirm; it’s like an all in one. and doggy bc he can push your face into the mattress and just watch your back arch perfectly. when he’s feeling particularly rough, he can just grip the root of your hair and pull to his hearts desire while smacking your ass. i’m mumbling now.

you were stat atop of the red heads cock as you feveroushly bounced close to your release, his hands darting towards your tits in a firm grip feeling your nipples harden in his palms.

his one hand drifting to your waist to encourage grinding movements while the other gripped the column of your throat feeling your smooth adam’s apple bob beneath his palm.

“you look angelic on top of me, angel.” he praised, following a groan as his cock twitched inside of you.

“daddy- please, can i cum? please let me cum.” you pleaded, almost out of breath from all of the movements you had been continuously making seated on top of him.

“go on darling— cum.” he started, taking a moment to groan as his own orgasam quickly approached him too. your body almost going limp, relying on his two hands gripping the sides of your waist to continue the grinding movements as his own seed shot inside your velvet walls. your moan high pitched as his low-groan in sync.

your body slipped off of his cock, and resting on top of his freckled pectorals attempting to catch your breath.

“my sweet girl, always so good f’me.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i feel like he has his moments where he accidentally tickles you, or he might crack a joke or maybe an accidental head butt. other than that i feel like he’d be completely serious almost like he’s a diff person in bed.

he was moving at an unfathomable pace, his chuck buried into your cunt. the side of his face sunken into the column of your neck feeling his groans vibrate against your soft skin.

“fuck.” he groaned into you, as your arched your back into his clenched torso feeling his muscles rub against your bare skin. you released a moan in pleasure as his cock prodded at the beginning of your cervix.

his pace started to falter as he slurred into the shell of your ear, “want you to make a mess all over me, —my cumslut.”

he groaned again, as you released yourself all over his cock and throughly coating it.

you were drenched, this got him to his orgasam faster. “my messy little slut.”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

question of the day: does the carpet match the drapes. i think yes. i think he’s shaven but not cleanly shaven like he doesn’t fully shave there’s still SOME hair there.

manz could not give less of a fuck if you just shave or if u havent shaven for a literal month he would fuck/go down on you at ANY time.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

at first i think he struggled because he didn’t really know how to make it special but his way of showing intimacy during the do is prasing you with small kisses and just very slow and passionate. 

“beautiful, angel.” he murmured into the skin of your arched torso, moving his lips up as he continued with his praise and wet kisses.

“you’re so ethereal, my y/n. so beautifully layed out for me like this.” this time, he whispered into the skin of your breast bone suckling then leaving a small mark, before pressing a small kiss to it and moving up to to your throat.

“all to myself, my darling girl.” pressing small kisses under the shell of your ear.

“glowing like an angel.” this time the mumble of praise was against the skin of your inner thigh, sending a vibration into your skin.

“all mine. forever ‘n ever.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

either he does it to much or literally not at all. because he would much prefer your hands or mouth to his, he just feels like you know his body so much better.

“fuck— y/n.” he stuttered out with a groan. the sight of you on your knees for him, your hand wrapped around the girth of his cock and the other keeping yourself steady by holding his clenched thigh made his thoughts run wild.

��you’re so s-sexy— on your knees for me. just like that, fuck.” he moaned, head falling back jaw going slack in pleasure.

“knowing my weak spots so well.” he continued, precum leaking from his tip and his cock begging for a release.

you sped your pace, his prick spurting out his cum all over the hard would floor of his dormitory.

“ahh- fuck.” he groaned finishing his high.

“knowing my weak spots so utterly well, my darling. you deserve a reward, yeah?”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

two words: size. kink.

that man has a literal FETISH at the fact he could throw you around at his will.

“would you look at that, dear?” his voice hoarse, and his eyes diverting to the bottom of your belly.

an imprint of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. his pupils blew with lust barely seeing his blue iris, grabbing both of your cheeks in his large hand moving your gaze to where he was erratically moving in and out of you.

he snatched your palm pressing it to yourself so you could feel him moving in and out of your cervix.

your back arched into him, a moan vibrations into his chest feeling so much full and so much smaller than his large body due to training from quidditch.

“it’s like ‘ve claimed you. all to myself.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

ronald billius weasley is a voyer at heart. so his favourite location would be the gryffindor common room couch right by the fire.

“shh— y’know i love your noises but if someone gets down here we’re going to be caught. understand?” his hand craining over your mouth and looking into your swirling irises making sure you understood.

both of his rings looped over your fingers as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. you bit your lip a slight vermillion covering the bottom of your lip and a metallic taste on the tip of your tongue as you tried to hold back your moans.

your eyes proceeding to roll back to your head and your own head falling back in his grasp as he brought you closer to your orgasam and still attempting to be quiet in the depths of the night, on the ruby couch.

the fire being the only light source, his hands easily finding their way to your cunt and hitting your g-spot with his fingers.

“ron— fuck!” your voice muffled by his hand still covering your mouth.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

when u touch him a specific way. ron isn’t an idiot and he can decipher when you’re innocently touching him and when your touching him that’s gonna lead to something else.

in the middle of the great hall, dinner time. ron normally would’ve been stuffing his face in delight; instead your hand was steadily gripping his upper thigh as he attempted to eat to distract his mind from the hard on growing from your touch.

“y/n.” he lowly growled in your direction. “yes?”you turned in his direction, seeing his crimson face. you bat your eyelashes at him feigning innocence.

he moved his face closer to yours, touching the shell of your ear with his slightly chapped lips.

“you better prepare that pretty pussy of yours to not walk for a month after i’m done with you, brat.”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

during sex i feel like he wouldn’t want anyone else to see you, like you’re for his eyes only. like your his prized possession that he has all to himself and he definitely doesn’t wanna share, so i feel like he wouldn’t be into threesomes or anything.

“c’mon ickle ronniekins, you know they always say ‘sharing is caring.’ and i’m personally offended.” fred teased his little brother on his sex life with girlfriend after finding out ron had lost his virginity and wasn’t their “ickle ronniekins anymore”.

“oi, sharing is caring i mean if fred can then so can i.” george added, both the twins were simply just trying to rile ron up and get on his nerves.

they had no interest in having sex with his girlfriend but today they were feeling particularly annoying and wanted to see how far they could push him till he had a tantrum.

“but she did pick me and not you two sod’s, right?” ron quipped.

“so i don’t believe she’s particularly interested in any other person besides me, and i don’t share.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

ron would literally eat pussy everyday if he wanted to, and HE DOES. literally hours he could spend under your skirt it’s like HEAVEN TO HIM.

“sir! so sore, m’so sore.” you whimpered as he continued to swipe his tongue through your glistenening folds and around your cunt.

this has been your third time of the night cumming on his tongue, and he wouldn’t stop until you atleast did four.

your ankles were locked behind his head, both of his hands squeezing at the sides of your thighs; his rings and kneading of the flesh guaranteed to leave marks.

“m’gonna cum— please can i—“ you stuttered out trying to have atleast one coherent thought.

“go on angel, wanna feel you on my tongue.”

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

ron is fast but ron is passionate, i feel like if it was rough and fast it would just feel too rushed and he doesn’t want that so he has a fast pace but it’s also really passionate in the way he’s lovin u up.

“bunny— make me feel so good.” he crooned into your ear, feeling his breath on your neck.

he was thrusting in and out of you, well on your way to your third orgasam of the night. after switching positions and paces this one finally felt perfect.

one hand wrapped around your lower back and his other forearm knealt by the side of your face. your legs were locked around his lower back and your hands interlocked around his neck, previously scratching down his back feeling the muscles clench as your nails ran down; he was guaranteed to be teased when changing into his quidditch uniform tommorow.

his pace was fast moving quickly, but prasing your every move and showering your body in kisses.

he never deferred from making you feel any less than loved, even when being degraded or punished you knew he would shower you in praise and food. loving you in your most vulnerable state.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i don’t think he really likes them? he doesn’t really hav enough time to do what he wants with you. like i don’t think he would want a quick fuck in a class room bc he was horny, he would just take you to his dorm for the rest of the day.

“so, so aroused you couldn’t even wait till after dinner.” you pouted at his standing figure, while you were seated on the bed spreading your legs for his use.

“and i’m the desperate slut, daddy? don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical.” you whined at him, batting your eyelashes.

“bunny, you better watch your tone.” his slacks falling to the ground, “i’ll take you over my knee right now.”

“you gonna spank me?” whimpering, trying to push him limits.

“if you keep acting like a little brat, i will.” he said while approaching your spread body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

as long as your comfortable with it, i feel like he would be okay with it. i mean it is your pleasure that matters most to him at the end of the day.

“and you’re sure?” he confirmed, holding the silk blindfold in between his trembling fingers. He was nervous about trying something where you couldn’t see what he was doing.

you nodded to him, looking into his blue irises full of certainty. “hundred percent. if something happens i’ll call safeword.” you assured him grabbing his hand bringing it towards your face.

“and that is?”

“red.”

“good, good.” he murmured the last word tying it around your eyes, ridding you of sight. you settled on your back against the plaid comforter hugging the mattress.

“ready?”

“ready.” you stated, feeling the cool sensation of ice glide against your stomach.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

ATLEAST FOUR. he plays quidditch. he’s sexy. he’s ron. HE can last ATLEAST four rounds.

“daddy— no more, s-so sore.” you begged as he hovered over you, his finger tips dancing on your clit. you hissed, at the feeling of pins and needles over your over sensitive cunt.

“but weren’t you begging earlier? you wanted to be a little brat and just wanted to be full? what happen to that messy girl?” he taunted, looking down at your sqriming body.

you whined as he continued to draw figure eights on your clit, already stimulating you to the point of another orgasam.

“mhm, daddy, fuck!” you whimpered, moans bubbling from your throat as you felt a burning sensation starting to tremble in your stomach

“daddy!”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i feel like when he is punishing you he would use a vibrator on you but tie you up and edge and overstimulate you till you learned your lesson. other than that i don’t think so because he likes teasing you himself rather than using something else.

the vibrations of a small device pressing directly on your small, overstimulated puffy, bundle of nerves and pushed out two orgasams of you already.

“daddy! no more— please! m’sorry, m’so so sorry!” you whined as your legs subconsciously shook and quivered in the grasp of the ropes around your body.

he turned up the speed, increasing your whimpers. “but, you my brat, were a bad girl. who gave you permission to flirt with harry like that?” he said completely turning off the device and waiting a few seconds before turning it up to maximum speed.

you jumped up at the reoccurring vibrations. “nobody, nobody! i jus’ wanted your attention, daddy! only you.” you slurred, your face burying into the mattress and your legs fought against your restraints.

“well all you had to do was ask, dove. now this is what happens when you’re bad.” he smirked at your figure turned away from him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

every opportunity he has, he teases. he likes to give and take away your pleasure any time he wants just because he can. and he loves seeing you squirm for him.

he had edged you five times, you were a brat, like always but you thought he atleast would’ve given into your whining and begs by now.

“sir! please, ‘ve been a good girl. i swear it!” you said frantically as your legs squirmed due to his manipulation.

“but good girls aren’t brats, are they?” he questioned to you, you looked at him on your forearms and your quivering legs in his grasp.

“but m’sorry, please sir!”

he thought for a moment, should he give in? but seeing you so vulnerable made him want to edge you longer just to see you beg for his touch.

“hmm, baby. no” he slurred through a hoarse tone, continuing to deny your orgasams.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

it’s mainly grunts and moans, with a bit of praise mixed with degrations.

“ahh fuck— angel.” he grunted, steadying a pace into your pussy. “my good little girl, letting me use her cunt.”

“aren’t you my pretty little cumdump?” his hand grasping the column of your throat making you look at him.

you nodded at him gasping as we squeezing and continued thrusting into him.

“daddy!” you gasped as he bumped your cervix with his cock that was begging for release.

he moaned at the name, continuing his praise mixed with degrations. “my messy little cumslut— isn’t what you are?” his tone firm as he grasped your cheek in his one hand making your lips in a pout.

“yes, daddy.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he would take polaroids of you during sex.

“my pretty little pussy.” he murmured snapping a polaroid of his cum leaking out of you.

“such a messy girl.” he said while fanning out the picture and looking at your limp, worn-out and flush body.

“ron, make sure you put it with the other ones- fuck!” you breathed out to him until you felt his fingers dig into the the walls of your pussy.

“gotta make sure it all stays in there, dove.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i’d give him like 7-8 hard? BUT HES THICK

your lips were hollowed around his girth, sucking and licking his tip in your mouth.

he moaned at the feeling of your glossy lips around his prick sucking to the base cock.

“fuck— angel. m’gonna—“ he slurred out in euphoria trying to manage a coherent sentence when all he could think about how beautiful you looked with your lips hollowed around his cock and tears mixed with mascara running down the apples of your cheeks.

you fastened your pace around his cock, his tip bumping against your reflex causing a small gag to erupt from your throat. you payed no mind to it continuing to breath from your nose until he shot his seed pouring down your throat.

“fuck me, y/n.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i feel like it all depends on you? like he’s a horny teenage boy but nothing really gets him going like you do tbh. like if you ever did something sexy or something that could be innocent but has his mind running wild then yes but other than that it’s all on your sex drive.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like after the both of you are finished eating he kisses the top of your head and the both of you fall asleep together in eachothers arms.

“my beautiful angel. always doing so well f’me.” he murmured against your hair, gripping the remote with one hand switching off the movie as your eyelids began to slowly droop down. your eyelashes dusting against the apples of your cheeks; you were so fucked out, so vulnerable, so beautiful.

he pushed the rest of the snacks onto the floor, trying to be quiet and not disturb your peace. knowing that he, or rather you would pick up off the floor.

he settled himself on the pillows stroking your hair, his own eyes dropping down as his one hand rubbed your back and the other massaging the root of your hair.

“i love you, my sweets.” he whispered before falling asleep.

taglist: @mushroomfleur @famdomhideout

[sonianvmd]

washing mondo owada’s hair 😃

warnings: swearing, suggestivity if you squint really really hard

a/n: sorry i died school was piling up

i’ve been thinking of this exact scenario since like february 🧍🏾

no spoilers below the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

“hey, mondo?”

“oi.”

“can i wash ur hair 😃”

he’s not necessarily against the idea but he’s hesitant

his pompadour is his trademark and the only other style you’ve seen him in is a manbun for when he sleeps or it’s early in the morning before he gets ready

so basically, you’ve never seen him with his hair down in it’s natural form

“uhhh, i dunno, doll.”

he caves after like two minutes

what? he luvs u

anyways

you drag him over into the bathroom and have him get his hair all wet n stuff

and you bring out the shampoo

he completely relaxes under your touch

you can hear him sigh contently and smile as you continue to lather all of his hair

it’s all so nice and domestic to him and he can’t believe he didn’t let you do this sooner

when you massage his scalp he physically relaxes every muscle in his body and pushes his head closer to you

you are

very good at this

you make sure the shampoo is evenly all throughout his hair before rinsing it off and grabbing the conditioner a few feet away

once again, squeezing the bottle into your hand and rubbing them together before placing your hands back on his head

you start by coating the top of his head before trying to rake it through the rest

you can’t quite reach around so you move to stand behind him in the bath and he leans back into you

he gets ur shirt a lil wet but it’s alright

once you finish raking it through his hair, you let it sit for about two minutes before rinsing and wringing his hair out

(and u add a lil conditioner at the end as a leave in since his hair is curly)

you get him a towel and return to the bathroom where he’s still sitting on the edge of the bathtub, playing with a loose strand of his own hair

before handing him the towel, you kneel down and cup his face

“you’re so pretty.”

he just looks at you lovingly before going “tch.” and turning his head away

ok damn bitch be like that then 😕😕

———

A BONUS FOR ALL MY NEGROS OUT THERE ‼️‼️

wash day together!! :)

you had been encouraging mondo for a little while to wash your hair together

you really wanted to rake your fingers through his hair while it’s wet and down and you had nothing against letting him help you with your routine either

when he’s finally convinced, you pull him to the bathroom and start running the water, having him put his head under it

he hesitantly does and you get to work, making sure all of his hair gets wet

you tell him he can stand and give him a moment to stretch his back before asking him if he has any preferred products or anything like that

let you find out he’s been using some 2-in-1 shit

here you come pulling out a whole damn beauty shop from the cabinet

you choose some of your stuff that seem like they’d be compatible with his hair

(and that you also don’t really use because as much as you may love him, products are expensive and we ain’t wasting shit here)

but he sits on the edge of the bathtub and just watches you as you deck up the products you’ll use on him

just admiring you

but he snaps out of it when you turn to him with the bottle in hand

you squeeze some shampoo onto your hand and tell him to rest his head back, putting your knee between his legs and leaning forward to apply it to his hair

ur chest was like

right in his face

damn ma

anyways

you lather his hair and massage it into his scalp

he almost falls asleep on the spot

ur head scratches are unmatched

“mondo.”

“mooooondo.”

“hm?”

“you can rinse it out now.”

HELP HE’S SO EMBARRASSED LMFAOO

he just kinda

nods abruptly and puts his head under the running water

just muttering to himself as he’s turned away from you 😭

he sits under the water for much longer than he needs to before sitting up again

and you put the shampoo back under the cabinet, grabbing your conditioner

you need to get access to his entire head of hair so you move to like straddle sit in his lap and he just holds onto your thighs

he keeps averting eye contact

i think u might make him a lil nervous

you coat the conditioner on the surface of his hair before raking your fingers through and sighing contently with a lil giggle

this was nice

once all his hair was finger detangled, you reached back for your comb/brush

(personally i use a brush bc its easier but i know a lot of black ppl prefer combs)

you began to detangle his hair with the tool, your fingers following behind it

he winced every now and then but you quietly apologized and kissed his temple/forehead everytime

after the first few times, he started wincing on purpose lol

anyways

you started to get off him bc you were gonna let the conditioner sit for a few moments but he pulled you back down

he just kinda wraps his arms around your waist and hopes you get the message

n so you rest ur head on his shoulder and just quietly talk to each other

he thanks you for making him do this but like begrudgingly lol

you enjoy being in each other’s presence before you finally take a deep breath and get off him

you help him rinse it out and keep abruptly moving his head to stay under the water and you brush through it

you guys are laughing like some mfs LMFAOO

it’s so wholesome

but you finish combing through his hair and get two cotton t-shirts

bc you wanted to do a deep condition treatment with him as well

so you wet your own hair and put the product in, helping him as well

you manage to convince him to do a face mask with you too

you guys take those corny ass white peepo mirror pics together but u guys are both hot so i mean

you lounge around for about half an hour before washing your hair out

(and rinsing the mask off too)

and you wrap the t-shirt around your own head and mondo just watches you do it like “. w hat”

you have to help him put it on but it’s cute

ok this is getting unnecessarily long lemme finish this up

you let ur hair dry for a while before taking the tees off and putting in your actual final finishing products

he kinda smells like u now and he’s lowkey here for it lol

n you play with his hair for the literal rest of the day before falling asleep together and appreciating the domesticity <3

(bonus bonus bc i thought of this and didn’t wanna scrap it)

if you wanted to braid it then he’d be like “yeah sure ok” but immediately regret it LMFAOO

he’s not even tenderheaded but dAMN MA YOU GOT THE GRIP OF A POLAR BEAR 😕

he winces and flinches a lot

“quit movin yo damn head.”

yeah LMFAOAOAO

WAIT SOMEONE MAKE AN EDIT OF MONDO WITH A DURAG

PLEAES

[voidcat]

— Seijoh 4 & dom!reader

a/n: this is legit my first time writing nsfw so yea b kind pls. I was getting tired of sub!reader stuff and I’m not the most sexual person but yea have a lil dom!reader w the boys,,, as a treat,, I’d also like you all to know that Nicole enabled this... thanks for supporting the sad horn knee hours wife<3

mostly gender neutral reader but i just realized i used nicknames “miss/mistress” few times so yea

Hanamaki Takahiro:

Oh boy is he excited!.. the moment this slips out of your mouth, he is fuming, vibrating from where he’s sitting and can’t wait to get home.

He is always open to try new things. Back in the day you two tried a thing or two but you were unsure how he’d act so you downplayed often... but now that knowing you’re a dom, the things you can do with the trust you share, shit, did it get hot in here?

On random days, he’ll just go “hey babe what do you think of this?” And show you a page of strap ons, for you to choose. some days he’ll practically beg to be pegged. he loves your demanour when you’re in charge, the air within you when you’re the one in control is, comforting but each night a new adventure and he just can’t get enough of it, of you.

Probably the two of you start with a basic list of things to try and see what he is into. When it comes to spanking, you warn beforehand again and say you’ll do it only once. Holding back yourself and smacking him as lightly as you can, you watch his face for any changes. The moment your hand makes contact with his skin, he lets out a “yelp!” and you stop right there, growing worried. Instead of a face in pain, teeth clenched and brows furrowed; he has the most satisfied and flushed face, eyes half closed and glossy and mouth slightly open. “Do it again babe, but harder this time? Please?”

He probably gets on your nerves on purpose & loves it when you call him a brat or your good boy. Some days he’ll just call you to hang out at his place and when you arrive, you find him spread on the bed, touching himself, his eyes on your figure, staring right into your eyes “hope I haven’t disobeyed or crossed any lines Miss” (he’ll be pissing you off on purpose during your movie nights and let you teach him a lesson right on the couch, the counter or the table...)

Def calls you praises and names (especially titles, telling you over and over how much he loves and enjoys you, how he loves to be drowned in your presence, begging you for anything, even the tiniest bit of a kiss. 

He likes to shower together after a long night and wash each other’s hair, gently massaging your scalp and placing kisses all over your shoulders and the top of your head; whereas you gently kiss the places you’ve bitten and bruised, smothering his face with kisses.

Oikawa Tooru

This boy here, loves to act tough and all but let’s face it, he is a switch. It’s a typical Never Have I Ever game and at one point bedroom talk enters the game. He takes notes of the things you drink to, curious and you swear you catch a spark of excitement when you make it plainly obvious you’re a dom. Although that spark leaves as fast as it has appeared and you brush it off as a play of light.

That night when you return home, he practically jumps at you, a little rougher than usual and you’re sure why. Letting him pin you to the wall, hands roaming your body greedily, you let him live out the fantasy. The kisses now rough, one minute his lips on yours, the next on your neck, shoulders, collarbones... desperate to sink his teeth in and leave some marks. You think to yourself, that’s enough.

Next thing Oikawa knows, he is the one pinned to the wall, his wrists pinned above his head. With your unoccupied hand, you graze your finger lightly on his figure, jaw, neck and chest. “Someone is feisty.” he won’t tell at first but definitely got a thing for being marked and marking, and honestly? you don’t need him to tell you that.

orgasm denial!!! lots of it!! first two times you take pity on him and let him but the third time? the smug bastard is so sure you will let him come again but surprise!, as soon as you come, you leave him high and dry. he tries solving the issue by himself (which only makes things worse) after like 5 days of no orgasm on his part, he finally gets the clue, is on his... better behaviour; once you allow him to come, the days long of wait is worth the pleasure but he learns not to test you like this again. (however, this won’t stop him from disobeying you few more times just to get you to be rougher)

public teasing!! pda is already a given but you guys use remote controlled toys some days (usually you have the remote and he is the one who does his best to keep quiet) the driving and being near the edge of his climax is painful but he manages to hold himself until you two return home (or find a safe place to take care of it) and the endless wait and your cruel play with the toy’s settings is worth the wait. oikawa shivers every single time.

besides these, he likes to dress up and put on make up. and he is quite picky when it comes to lingerie the two of you wear, he checks the fabric qualities and colors beforehand, after all you only deserve the best of the best. he’ll be picking palettes to compliment your features best, loves using highlighter and always picks a dark shade of lipstick for each other; just to see how many times you’ll have to reapply until you’re both covered in its colors.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Ok so I know he has the brute facade going and everyone thinks he’s a dom but hear me out: actually quite soft switch/sub-leaning iwachan

Its a night out w the gang and during a drinking game oikawa makes a snark at you being such a dom in the streets AND in bed. to this blood rushes to Iwa’s cheeks and not many pay attention to it, bc he gets blushy easily plus he has been drinking too. but his mind? Oh he’s for sure imagining scenarios on what you could do to him.

Orgasm denial isn’t much of a thing because he’s very obedient. he’ll do his best to please you and follow your each and every word, watch your lips to hear your next words. for him, your word is law at this point... it’s almost impossible to deny him or those puppy eyes and those sweaty arms anything. He will call you ma’am, mistress, your highness, my goddess... whatever you wish and do not wish for. He loves praising you and ramble about how perfect and holy, etheral and magnificent you are.

lowkey into being tyed up, handcuffed and/or bondage. absolutely loves seeing you in full control. some days you won’t even bother to get undressed while he’s squirming under your touch fully stripped, begging for the tiniest bit of release. sometimes you’ll do the smallest gesture of taking control and he’ll be drooling, not even joking, this man LOVES IT when u take the ropes into ur hands (both metaphorically and literally) loves to lose control and wait for you to do whatever your heart desires, he wants to be what you desire.

(lowkey got a “corruption kink” too) when you two decide to shake things up a bit one day, you bring up some games, activities and kinks (mostly stuff he has only heard of) and, and he’s hard on the spot. lowkey into you wearing leather and gagging him up, his hands tied. he doesn’t mind blindfolds but watching you is so breathtaking, he even does his best to blink as little as possible. he loves it when you ride him to the point of orgasming for the 6th time that day, he’s ready to do anything for you, be your good boy and please you til world’s end.

very very good at oral too, his arms arent the only muscles he’s good at using, he loves your taste, your fingers in his mouth, his fingers in your mouth and in you. feeling your warmth however you want is enough to be content.

not something you do often but having sex in front of the mirror, seeing you in different angles drives him crazy, watching you covered in sweat, shining, panting, telling him how good you are is enough to make him drunk. but still he prefers to be chest to chest, you in his lap, riding him as he holds you to his chest, feeling your skin against his, burning with each move, rubbing against each other.

Matsukawa Issei

of all his relationships and hookups, Issei always encountered subs. few times his partners were doms, they were still submessive to him so when he finds out realizes you’re a dom, needless to say, he’s intrigued...

it kinda starts off with sex in front of a mirror one night, your back pressed against his chest, you’re riding him as his face buried in yourneck and his hands howering over you and suddenly, you grab his hands and out them at his sides, hold his chin and make him look at the mirror: “now watch hoe good i’ll be fucking you and your brains out until you won’t get a coherent sentence out.” you whisper in a low voice and do you deliver as you’ve said? but he got tricks up his sleeve too...

Most of the time, it’s rough and the fire play as well as powerplay takes most of the time. There’s always a battle for dominance, which leaves you both covered in marks and bruises. To say neither of you like it, would be unfair, especially when he disobeys you or flirts with other people beforehand, stepping on your nerves on purpose. (the quiet moans he lets out as you bite his neck, his collarbones, his earlobe, chest and thighs is an indicator if you ever need one.)

And thighs! Lots of thigh biting, massages, rubbing with fingers, or just squeezing the others head inbetween thighs is a given during oral and any foreplay that involved pecks and love bites in that area.

And as it is rough, you two always take your time, having a gentleness to jt in your own way. Be it a soft kiss out of nowhere, a certain way of bucking your hips or thrusting his hips into you. And as things are rough, it’s also when you get to let it all out, be yourself, unstrained.

Some days you’ll drop by his current job, or he’ll stop by at your place, and if he sees you in a headspace that’s too distracted, bothered or irritated by something, or just down; he’ll pick you up, wrapping your legs around him, pressing to you and nibbling on your neck and literally fuck your frustrations out. Those times he lets you take the ropes into your hands but if you’re not up for even that, he’ll take the charge on the spot, and leave clear marks to keep your mind off things for days. And in return, you’ll leave claw marks on his back, tug at his hair and press him to yourself until all you can feel is him; some days you’ll flip the both of you out of nowhere and press his head against your chest, hold his hands behind his back and guide him with your body, his muffled breathes tingling your chest, the nape of your neck and your lips; until your skins red, lips bleeding and gentle purples decorating all over you.

(and he’s a sucker for it. some days he’ll go in town to get something for you to use on him and drop at your place without a card or a name. If asked, he always denies, claiming he’d not get you things to make it easier to control him but the sight of you holding a whip and he can feel the blood rushing already, tugging at his belt and your tshirt. He hopes it’ll be just like that one time you pressed against his dick with high heels, making him beg to come.)

tags: @myelocin​ @atsumu-brainrot​

[versatilewindow]

Food Poisoning, or Something More?

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Summary: Reader gets food poisoning, inspired by true events

Warnings: somewhat graphic depiction of throwing up/illness, implied afab reader

A/N: when I started writing this I intended a quick lil drabble, but alas

Rintaro was in bed, passing the time till he fell asleep for the night watching a random youtube video when the texts from you came in. Babe please come over, then another text, my stomach hurts, then the last, I rlly need u rn. He responded quickly, u kno u can just tell me when u wanna have sex, u dont have to pretend ur stomach hurts or something. He saw the three dots appear and waited for the response, i spent the last 10 min voming in the toilet. Worry filled Rin’s head, calculating the amount of time it would take to stop by the nearest drugstore to pick up some supplies before texting you back, 20 min. 

Walking into your apartment with a bag filled with medicine, sports drinks, and snacks, in his rush to get to you, he forgot to ask what medicine you already had, so he got whatever would seem useful. He called out to you, “Bunny? I’m here.” not that he needed a response, he could hear your retching from across the apartment. Rushing into the bathroom, Rin kneeled next to you, redoing the messy ponytail that you put up, rubbing your back, muttering encouraging words so that you would finish and he could comfort you. He flushed the toilet while you hovered over the toilet for a few seconds, making sure the wave of nausea passed before trying to get up. Suna followed your movements, setting his hands on your waist to steady your swaying while you washed out your mouth in the sink. “Please tell me you haven’t spent the last twenty minutes vomiting.”

“No, I haven’t. But it sure felt like it.” Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrowed that these words. Your voice was hoarse, skin washed out from its usual glow, the exhaustion clear in every aspect of your appearance. You buried your face in his chest, grabbing his shirt with labored breath. “Thank you for coming. I know it’s gross.”

Your words were just loud enough for him to hear. “It’s no problem bun-bun, I brought you some stuff, it's in the kitchen.” Rin pulled you out of the bathroom you were holed up in, setting you down on your couch. He walked away from you, presumably to get whatever it was he brought, and you shut your eyes, savoring the calm in the waves of nausea. You heard the rustling in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging, bringing your headache to stir and push down on your temples. While massaging your forehead, your favorite fuzzy blanket was pulled over your crossed legs, large hands replacing yours on your head. Rin kissed the crown of your head. “I have some soup heating up for you, and Pocari Sweat, and some meds.” He moved around the couch to sit on the coffee table in front of you. “Did you eat anything weird today? Did one of your co-workers have the flu recently? Because I don’t wanna catch whatever you have.”

You thought for a moment before responding, “I, uh, don’t think anyone was sick at work recently. I don’t think it's contagious then. Uhh Mina from school, it was her birthday, so we went to that new barbeque place for lunch.” Your words were slower paced than they usually were, taking all your effort to say something comprehensible. “I texted the groupchat, they said they were feeling ok, but um I think it was Hana? She said she didn’t feel too great, but nothing like me.”

“You’re not pregnant are you? Because as much as I like getting called daddy, I don’t really wanna hear it from a kid, only from you.” 

You look straight into his eyes, he winks, “Shut the fuck up. And no, I took a test, it was negative.”

“That’s good then, lemme check on the soup.” He got up, patting your head as you leaned back into the couch. He came back quickly, bowl and bag of “goodies”. As you slowly spooned the broth into your mouth, Rin pulled out a few bottles of Pocari Sweat, a bottle of anti-nausea medicine, some crackers, and finally the two greatest items in the bag, strawberry pocky and chuupets. You froze when you saw those, quickly putting down your soup to make grabby hands at the pocky and chuupet, but he lifted them out of your reach, “Nuh-uh, not until you feel better, you’d just throw them up now.” You gave him the best pout you could, but Rin stayed firm in his words, putting the treats back in the bag.

Rintaro spent the rest of the night taking care of you, grabbing whatever you needed, massaging your stiff stomach, letting you sleep against him while you slept sitting on the couch (he insisted that you stay upright, telling you how google said it would help the heartburn), and continuing to hold your hair back when you were dry heaving (there wasn’t any food in your stomach to vomit up by 3 am). You were settling into bed around five am, exhausted from staying up so long, ready to at least try and get peaceful sleep when Rin said, “So I know we already discussed this and have concluded you have food poisoning, but what if you just have a tapeworm? Google said it’s basically the same symptoms-”

“What the fuck Rin? A tapeworm? Who even gets tapeworms?”

“Well Google said people usually get them in contaminated pork or beef, and you got barbeque.”

“It would be an egg on the meat, and eggs take time to grow Rin-Rin, I’m pretty sure the gestational period for tapeworm eggs is not 8 hours.”

“But Babe, think about it, a pet tapeworm.” The bedroom was dark, but Rin felt your eyes burning through his skull. “You said you wanted a pet, so we go to the doctor’s get the tapeworm removed, and make him an aquarium.”

You deeply sighed, shaking your head, “When I said a pet, I meant a bunny, or a cat. Not a parasite.”

“I’d call the worm Mustard-”

“Goodnight Rin.”

The next day, Rin stayed with you, making sure you were okay. You felt infinitely better than the night before, with only a lingering headache reminding you of the situation. There was a knock on the door during your lunch, it was your friend Mina, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry you got sick yesterday, I feel so bad, I brought your favorite food to make up for it.” She placed a white plastic bag on your table.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.” 

Rin took your empty bowl, replacing it with another, and ruffled your hair, “C’mon babe, you’re eating for two now.” The mischievous grin was obvious on his face.

Mina blushed, “Oh-oh my god...are you pregnant? Is that why you were sick? Is it a boy or a girl?”

A proud smile on his face, Rintaro replied, “It’s a tapeworm,” earning him a hard smack on the stomach.

A/N: yeah i got food poisoning from eating too much japchae, too much fiber makes ur intestine say no, and your stomach acid go crazy, dont recommend, but it inspired the fic! hope yall liked it! Leave a comment saying why you liked it! or why you didn't like it!

[abloomingperiod]

baekhyun as a bf

it wasn’t supposed to be this big tbh

you can tell by the fucker’s face, he is annoying af

k seriously tho

even though byun is all smiles and pranks he definitely seems like a serious person on the personal side

constantly asking himself if it’s the right thing to do putting u in such a historically brutal position such as dating an idol

you having to reassure him way too often that it was your decision to make, not his

“sweetie i’m here because i want to stop going off” “cool but like are you su-” “dude i swEAR TO GOD”

it’s not something he likes thinking it just happens okay he’s worried b patient to the babee

since his last relationship didn’t end up very well, he would probably take mONTHS to actually claim you as his girlfriend

seriously tho i fume just thinking about that time

it happened on a friday night when he was playing on the pc, chanyeol was calling and babyboi was like “srry cant talk rn exchanging breaths with my girl”

you were scrunching your nose for a sec but them you realized what he said and were like !!!!

him enjoying the fact his words got you so flustered and playing it cool like chill out dude as if you didn’t know we were dating by now

????????? in fact ou were so surprised bcs u didn’t even know the boys knew abt ur existence

“like... they KNOW??????”

“of cOURSE they know junmyeon would kick my ass if i didn’t explain to him why i missed our dinner last night”

you guys are so comfortable with the fact your relationship ain’t official you decided at the same night thisbis how you prefered to stay like

he’s not okay with going public after what happened in the past and you agree and support his desire to keep it private

i could write a whole essay dissing saesangs

that doesn’t mean he won’t hang out with you

after all, you’ve been friends for ages now

and the boys know abt u

chanyeol keeps biting byun’s butt but you’re okay with that

was there any other option? ofc not

talking about ass

he’s one

honestly such a tease

always finding a way to make u flustered

“babe look at me” “what” “i love you” “god i love you too” “and your ass looks amazing today” “leave me alone”

always slaps your butt

doesn’t matter the context

sexual or not

he loves him some butt

lol dates

like literally you sit there and spend the night playing and eating together

every lol date is a different dish ordered

since you gotta keep it low profile

might as well do it right

he’s an observer

constantly stops what he’s doing to admire you

sometimes you’re like watching a movie or idk brushing ur teeth

he stands there in the door frame all dumbfounded burning loveholes into your skull

you’re like ...stop it

he’s like . no

he’s so emotional i’m not even exaggerating

keeps joking around when he’s around people and everybody seems to think he’s a dork who just can’t stop talking nonsense

(which he is)

but when you guys are alone

oh boy

he’s so sensible

literally writes on post-its and places it around your apartment before he leaves for practice on mornings

not all of them are cute tho

once your friend was like “hey y/n idcwho’s dicking you down but i think the person got the feels”

you completely forgot to take off the “your taste already left my mouth. dinner tonight at 8 and i’ll be eating twice” post-it

like

he literally put it in your refrigerator’s door

you legit wanted to die

but then on other days it’s like

“i promised, throughout my whole life, this heart belongs to you.”

honestly so intense

when you guys argue it’s like a conquest to see who can act more like a spoiled kid

but basically go off with your frustrations and then one of u ends up cooling off in the shower

later either you or him get in there too asking if the other is feeling better

tbh not that often do u guys fight

most of the times is like

“okay,,, this is unnecessary” “yeah screw it”

but sometimes it gets really heated

and you’re both frustrated

straightforward speaking, you guys have sex

very

rough

sex

he’s a switch k let’s be real

loves making you beg

loves begging for you

not the type to degrade or hurt you or anything

like he’s a light dom

and by that i mean he will pound in you rough and slow until you’re begging him to let you cum but keeps kissing your flushed cheeks and tightly intertwining your hands as he lovingly whispers “you fucking love those type of fights don’t you”

loves LOVES being blindfolded

lowkey a freak but moderately

absolutely loves it when he ties you up and makes you say exactly what you want

will always stuck two or three fingers in so you have a hard time speaking

as i was saying, the absolute worst

“baekhyun... please-“ “fucking say it” “please... baby... fuck me” “hard nut”

is shamelessly vocal

groans

whimpers

desperate moans

aftercare baekhyun is a look

his hair all disheveled, dazed eyes and flushed lips

yk that look from the city lights photoshoot with his glossy skin and damp hair

yeah

he loves you so much and seeing you all blissed out after sex makes him, curiously, very very soft

everything you guys said during the argument is quickly forgotten as you exchange a few sorry’s and deep kisses in between

loves feeling your skin against his as he embraces your shoulders hugging you to his chest

you leave pecks on the scratchings your nails did on his skin and he just lays there all fucked out and smiles like 💕💞💓💘💘💖💗💞💓💗💕💝💘💖💕💞💓💗💗💞💖💘💞💘💖

and he’s horny again

it’s not like he’s a teenager he just absolutely loves being this intimate to you

and then you have a bath together bcs sticky

loves making coffee like at 6am to you so he can wake you up and have breakfast together

the type to wake you in this worst way possible

he rips the sheets off of you

regardless of how cold it is at that hour

and jumps over

“wake up egg”

as you guys head to the kitchen he sits you on his lap and feeds you :(

his arms around your waist and keeps leaving tiny pecks on your cheeks as he rests his cheek on your back and heavily sighs

“ya your breath stinks”

“you stink dummy”

sings ballads out of the blue

you’re like reading or smth

and he’s like

appado gWAENCHANHA

“shut it or i’ll rip off your chords with my bare hands”

“i dare you”

you actually made out after you chased him around the couch

so annoyingly dense

like you were taking your clothes off

his lips on your neck

and then he’s like

“btw my mother wants to meet you”

you literally froze

bra slipping off your shoulders

“????? you mother kNOWS?????”

“ofc she knows she’s my mother wtf”

“!!!!!!!!!BAEKHYUN”

doesn’t understand the concept of Time And Place

once you were on the bathtub massaging his feet after hours of practice and he was like yo ever thought about kids

i ran out of reactions so basically you cursed at him for five minutes

he was like 🥺🥺 just saying srry

it took you more five to explain to him it wasn’t that you hated kids you just thought it was something to talk about on another time

like

five years another time

maybe ten

he was like k we can have a dog

and now you have a dog together along with mongryong

a cutie called jinx

don’t ask

fucking nerd

you were like

she’s new so treat her as kindly as mongryong

baekhyun is a pain in the ass but in a matter of hours he was like

i bought the same clothes for them

you rolled your eyes but silently got the heart eyes bcs cute

loves watching you dressing yourself

especially for your low profile dates

“hm no too hard to take off”

“...a monochromatic two piece with a zipper in the skirt?”

“my point exactly”

tbh he Is kinda horny

but that’s bcs he’s mad for you

loves it when you style his hair

“baekhyun can’t you stand still for like two minutes” “oh sorry”

you’re standing there, focused on the task

30 secs on it and his hands are already caressing your tummy

you’re like stop i’m bUSY

he’s like no one’s stopping you

but keeps tickling you

idk he really treasures those tiny little details in the moments you spend together

everything is important to him

doesn’t mean he’s like insanely needy of your attention

no you’re two individuals who have their own lives and schedules

he keeps it cool but yeah he’s bananas for you

sorry his words

everything is so domestic with him

and so good

he’s been through a lot throughout the years and this relationship is the calmness he needed

and he’s the fun and lightness you needed after spending so much time trying and acting like a “grownup”

baekhyun brings back the teenager in you

but in a good way

you complete each other so well sigh

cuz you’re like all responsible and shit

he loves the juxtaposition

so do you

idk it feels right

you love like teenagers but live like adults

also his words

[floralseokjin]

;snack thief (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

Jungkook steals your snacks while you’re away. Can he make it up to you? He’ll try his best...

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings; smut; oral (female receiving), some type of dry humping? (I googled and it seems to he called intercrural sex? basically jungkook fucks between ur thighs lmao), established relationship, fluffy and domesticated 🤧 words; 3,354

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“Look what I haveeee.” 

Jungkook’s melodic voice rang through the bedroom, disrupting your rest time. You’d already had your nap, but you were still sleepy…and moody right now. You had a thief in the house. A snack thief. Someone who happened to be none other than your boyfriend. You rolled from your side onto your back, surveying Jungkook who was stood at the foot of the bed, waving a bag of chips in his hand. 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms across your chest. “They’re the wrong ones.” 

He froze, eyes wide with panic. “No, they’re not!” He exclaimed. You ignored him and carried on staring. He took a moment to falter, turning the packet to take a look. “Are they? Fuck.” By the look on his face you could tell he knew he’d fucked up. But it was Jungkook, so of course he was going to try and find a way to get out of it. You quickly turned back to your side as he pounced and crawled up the bed. 

“Baby, they’re just the same!” He cried out, hands gripping your shoulder and back as he tried to pull you to him, bag of chips landing on your hip and falling in front of your stomach. 

You grabbed them, throwing them back to his chest. “Aren’t,” you pouted, turning to look at him. “That makes the betrayal even worse.” 

“Quit being so dramatic,” he sighed, backtracking when he saw the look of outrage on your face. “Or not…” You let out a hmph, rolling back. He whined. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” A tug at your shoulder. “Babyyyy!” You could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he clung to you like koala. “I missed you so much and you haven’t so much as kissed me hello.” He was pouting now, you could hear it in his voice. 

You were waning, giving in, because of course you’d missed him too. He was supposed to come with you to visit your parents, but he couldn’t get time off work. Although perhaps that was more of an excuse not a reason… You hated travelling on your own, anxious for the 2-hour flight there and back no matter how many times you’d done it before. So you were always relieved to be back home safe and sound. 

Hungry and sleepy you’d bounded through the door looking forward to eating your favourite bag of chips and cuddling Jungkook until you (hopefully, both) dropped off. Imagine how annoyed you were to find your loving boyfriend had eaten your snacks while you were away… Granted it wasn’t that much of a big deal, but you were exhausted from travelling so off you’d stormed upstairs, had a shower and had been napping ever since, leaving a guilty Jungkook thinking about how to make amends. 

“You’ve been gone for over a week. Do you know what that does to a man?” He was still going on, mumbling now as you felt his mouth at the back of your neck. “I had to eat the chips because they reminded me of you so much…” 

“You didn’t even know what make they were!” You astounded, looking back immediately. He hadn’t even brought you the correct ones from the store. How could they possibly remind you of him? 

“I got confused at the store,” he defended, eyes wide. “There’s so many different ones!” 

You shrugged him off, wondering if you were actually still annoyed or just still sleepy… Maybe you were just dragging it on because you liked it when he was being clingy… 

“Go away,” you told him, shrugging him away. “I’m still tired from the flight.” 

“Can’t I lie with you?” He asked on cue, sounding hopeful, squeezing you tighter. “Haven’t you missed me at all?” 

You sighed in defeat. “Of course I have.” Giving up slightly, you turned around in his arms, facing him to find him beaming. “Until you ate my snacks…” 

He instantly groaned, annoyed because he thought he’d won. “Can’t we just drop this now? I thought the nap would’ve calmed you down.” 

You buried your head in his chest, secretly inhaling his scent having missed him so much. He always smelt so good, like home. “It did, until you came back with the wrong chips,” you mumbled, but he could hear the smile in your voice. 

He found your chin and lifted your face up softly so you were looking at him. “Can’t I make it up to you some other way?” 

You couldn’t help but steal a little kiss from his lips, unsure how you’d managed to suppress the urge for so long. “What do you have in mind?” He didn’t reply, instead immediately flipping you onto your back as you squealed. His hands ran up and down your sides as he crawled over you. “A massage?” No doubt you could do with one. 

“Kinda,” he shrugged, not looking you in the eyes as he dragged his hands down your hips, repeating again just to hook his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. Eye contact back, he looked at you dead serious. “A pussy massage.” 

“JUNGKOOK!” You gobsmacked, unable to believe your ears before falling into a fit of giggles. You kicked your feet at him. “Get lost!” 

“What?” He laughed along, grabbing a hold of your ankles to spread your legs apart and crawl over your body. “It must really be aching after your week away? Didn’t it miss someone?” He murmured seductively, mouth centimetres away from yours. 

“Not really,” you brushed him off, unable to stop yourself from snorting as you burst out laughing. 

“Baby,” he whined, cupping your face. “Play along” 

“No. You ate my snacks.” 

“And let me eat you out to make up for it!” He insisted, sitting up to hook his fingers under your shorts again. 

“Fine,” you gave in, not really needing much persuasion in the first place, and he probably knew that. You folded your arms across your chest.  “But I’m just telling you now, I’ll probably be still annoyed after you’re done…” 

He wasn’t really bothered, already pulling the shorts down your legs. He briefly looked up to cock an eyebrow. “We’ll see.” The cheek. You should really retract your permission, but now you were already naked from the waist down, Jungkook’s eyes glued to your centre, practically drooling. It seemed stupid to starve yourself of the pleasure. 

He crouched down and you were already folding your legs out, giving him perfect access as two of his fingers brushed down your folds. His mouth dropped to lick a firm strip across your clit. “Shit,” you sighed out, a hand coming out to grip onto his shoulder. You stretched out, getting comfy. “I didn’t cum at all at my parents’.” You were extra sensitive having been deprived for days. “It seemed too weird.” 

Jungkook pulled away to look at you, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing at the bundle of nerves now, making your hips raise up, chasing the feeling. “Baby, you’re a whole grown ass woman.” 

You shrugged, agreeing with him. Next time you’d throw caution to the wind. Jungkook got back to work, flicking his tongue against you now, hand flattening one of your thighs to hold you down. He peeked at you, unable to stop talking. “I jacked off a couple times.” You let out a breathless giggle, finding it hard to concentrate. “What? I was home alone, you think I’m not gonna watch porn in bed?” 

Your eyes widened at that, perplexed by his shameless attitude. “Get on with it,” you grumbled, lifting a foot with effort to try and kick his head. He ignored it, diving between your legs now with a lot more enthusiasm. 

The pleasure shot up your body, unable to stop yourself from moaning, chin in your chest as you tried to watch your boyfriend diligently at work. Probably an unflattering angle, but it didn’t matter, not when he said he loved your double chins the most. 

“Show me how you want it,” he murmured against you, his hot breath teasing you to no end, lips wet and sticky. You couldn’t help but ball your fist into his hair, gripping him closer to your heat. “Yeah?” He managed to get out, licking across his lips. “Want my face right up in there?” 

“Mhmm,” you moaned, arching your back, pushing him further into you. He laved his tongue against your clit desperately, movements restricted because you’d wedged him so tight, but it still felt so good, your eyes fluttering closed as your fist began to loosen, letting him jerk away to flatten his tongue and run it up your folds, curling it around the bundle of nerves, hungry noises leaving him. 

“You smell amazing, taste fuckin’ amazing,” he mumbled in a rush, his fingers against your entrance now, stroking up the swollen flesh. “Feel amazing—” He pushed his middle finger inside of you, curling it against your walls before straightening, fucking it into you. “So wet, baby. You sure you’re mad?” 

He was getting cocky, and you hated it because it turned you on even more… That sure mouth of his, it would send you into an early grave. You couldn’t even bite back, too far gone. 

“Jungkook,” you cried, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He scurried closer, lapping at your centre like a man deprived. “Don’t stop—!” You were squirming everywhere until Jungkook weighted you down, sucking on your clit as he now began to curl his finger again, grazing against your gspot. He always knew when you were close, and he always knew exactly how to get you off perfectly. Years of practice.  

“Yeah, right there, just like that—mhmm, please.” God, you turned into such a beggar when you were close to coming. Jungkook loved it, humming loudly into you, the vibrations shooting through your body, tightening the coil that was fit to snap inside your gut. 

“Pleaseee,” you begged one last time, even though it was pointless. He was giving it to you already, and no sooner had the syllable left your strained throat, you were coming. 

It rocked your body in waves, thighs trembling, seeing stars, and as Jungkook pulled away to kneel up, all you could do was pant like crazy, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck,” you gasped, looking up at him. He was equally as fucked out, jaw smeared with your juices, which he didn’t bother to wipe away. Instead he grabbed his crotch, rubbing his fist along the obvious outline of his erection. 

Unable to help it you decided to play with him again. “Can you get the right snacks now?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible as you rolled back onto your side. 

“Huh?” Silence. “I can’t go like this, look at me!” You didn’t, trying really hard not to giggle as you closed your eyes. “Wait!” He panicked, scared you were serious. He jumped to the side of you, tugging at your shoulders. “You can’t leave me hanging like this...”

You looked over your shoulder. “I thought you’d had plenty of time to masturbate this past week?” 

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He truly did believe you now. “C’mon, I’m still not done making it up to you.” He pleaded, trying to coax you onto your back. 

“The correct snacks will suffice.” 

“No, no, no, no, no,” he babbled, taking a new approach when he pressed his clothed boner against your ass. “Baby, I’m gonna explode if I don’t cum soon.” He sounded so agonised you couldn’t suppress your giggles anymore. Silent laughter rocked your shoulders. 

There was silence as he finally realised you were only teasing him. “You’re laughing!” He was definitely being whiny now, voice screechy as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Stop being so mean.” 

He rocked his hips again, and you couldn’t ignore the excitement that zapped up your body. “I’m so horny for you...” he mumbled, kissing your earlobe. He knew that always got to you. He was pulling out the big guns now. “Making you cum like that...was so fucking hot…” 

You were not giving in that easily. Turning onto your back again, he instantly got excited. “Tell me,” you began, “did you eat my snacks while masturbating to porn in the bed we share?” 

He immediately froze, expression blank before he sighed dramatically and slammed down on his back too. “I really have just dug myself a deeper hole…” You watched as he rubbed a hand over his face, wondering how long you could keep this up before you inevitably gave in. 

Jungkook however, always needed the last word. “To answer your question, no,” he dropped his hand, shaking his head before pulling a face. “That’s gross.” Fair enough. “Who wants a cheese dusted dick?”

You elbowed his side, disgusted. He ignored you in favour of rubbing his dick again. It was still solid, and you could see how much when he slowly pulled it out from his underwear. He pushed his sweats down past his thighs, revealing the black ink of his tattoos that patterned the skin. You often teased him he wouldn’t have any room left if he carried on. Not that you hated them by any means. Jungkook had always had tattoos since you’d known him, even when he’d initially lied and said he didn’t on your first date… Long story. You still teased him about that too… The idiot. But no, you loved his tattoos as much as you loved him. Ink and Jungkook went together, fitting, because it was his job to tattoo people after all… 

“Look at it,” he urged, gripping his cock in his fist, but your eyes were already glued to it anyway. He had a good looking dick, however strange that sounded. You didn’t even care. “It won’t go down,” he pouted, running his fist up and down the engorged flesh slowly. You were breaking. 

“Jungkook,” you whined, as if you were scolding him for trying to seduce you. 

“But babyyyy” he sung, leaning closer to you to murmur against your ear. “I want you so bad.” 

“Tough,” you shrugged, turning to your side once more and closing your eyes. You could be stubborn when you wanted to be, it was hard to stop, even if this was supposed to be done in jest. 

“Urghhgh!” You heard him exclaim, groaning your name as he curled himself around your body. His dick fell between your thighs, and as if he couldn’t help it, chasing any type of friction, he began to rock his hips back and fore. He was quiet for a few moments, getting used to the sensation before murmuring against your ear. “I could just cum like this?” 

He liked it. His voice was all airy and unstable. You’d have to be made of rock for that not to affect you.

“Hm, you want me to?” He hummed, noticing the way your ass pushed back into him, even if it was just the slightest of movements. You let out a little moan, excitement washing through you as you finally opened your eyes and perked up. 

“I’ll take that moan as a yes.” You could hear the grin in his voice, and it didn’t take him long to pick up the pace. 

Hearing him slide in and out from between your thighs was really hot, fucking the soft skin as his breathing became erratic, soft pants filling your ears as he gripped your hips and thrusted. You almost couldn’t help the little moans that slipped between your lips, a hand reaching behind you to cup at his face, needing to touch him. 

“You like this, hm?” He got out between heavy breaths, squeezing one ass cheek with his hand. All you could do was moan a little louder, fingers tangling in his hair. “Me using your body to get off…” 

“Mhmm,” you managed to hum. “It’s hot.” 

He grunted, your affirmation driving him crazy, and he shifted, aiming his cock higher between your thighs. “Need more,” he gritted out, moaning softly when he felt his erection press against your heat, your arousal acting as natural lubrication, making the sensation even better. 

He began to fuck into you faster. “Feels so good,” he whined, mouth pecking uneven kisses into the side of your neck. “Shit, I’m really gonna cum.” He sounded amazed, like he couldn’t believe it felt so good he was about to blow his load so quickly—that he was about to cum at all, actually.  

You were pretty sure you were growing wetter, hearing the slick noises that came with every thrust, and if he wanted to, he could penetrate you easily, but it was so much hotter knowing he wanted to finish like this. That he wanted, needed, you so much he could cum from just feeling some of your skin and the friction it brought.  

“Jungkook,” you murmured, attempting to twist your neck to kiss him. The angle was disastrous, you were pretty sure he started making out with your cheek at some point, but it felt good, was enough because you’d missed him. You were moaning loudly just because he was so into it. He knew that too and was getting off on it just as much. The intimacy, the urge he felt to just cum because of you was one of the hottest things you’d ever experienced. 

Jungkook lifted his head to watch down your body, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from rocking back into him. With a gruff noise of exertion he began to drill into your thighs quickly, blunt head of his cock brushing past your folds each time, quickly sending him to the point of no return. 

“This is so hot, fuck,” he whimpered, slowing down to look at your face. “W-where should I?” He blurted, eyes dark and wide. 

“Like this,” you rushed, “it’s okay, need to change the sheets anyway.” 

“O-okay,” he stuttered, and then he stared moving again, savouring the feeling. “Fuck, oh fuck.” His hips faltered before there was a pause, and then you felt the warmth of his cum coat your vagina, some shooting onto the sheets beneath you, some dropping between your thighs.

When he got too sensitive, he slid from between you to roll onto his back. “Shit,” he exclaimed weakly. You followed him and one of his hands wrapped around your thigh, spreading it slightly so he could see the mess he’d made all over your naked bottom half. He stared, eyes glazed over, loving what he saw before he laughed breathlessly. “That was amazing.” 

You agreed, unable to tell him with words but with kisses instead, pressing half your body into his as your tongue parted his mouth, desperate to taste him, because boy, like you’d said, had you missed him a lot.  

“Am I forgiven?” He smirked when you pulled away, even more breathless now. 

“Of course,” you shrugged, brushing the hair out of his eyes. It was slightly curled with sweat, and you quiffed it above his forehead, pecking the hot skin. “I wasn’t that mad anyway, I was only playing.” 

He whined your name, wrapping his arms around your middle to squeeze you tight to him. You were probably smearing his cum all over him, but as if he cared. No doubt more reason to shower together he was probably thinking…

“Want me to still go and get the right snacks,” he asked quietly, a fond smile on his face as he looked at you. 

“It’s okay,” you smiled back. “We’ll go together. Need to get some groceries, right?” He nodded in agreement. “What have you been living off all week? Noodles?”

“Noodles on noodles, on noodles.” He nodded his head wider, emphasising each repeat of the word. You sighed dramatically, what were you to do with him? He chuckled. “I missed you.” 

Such a cute confession, partially ruined by the bum squeeze he gifted you at the same time. “I missed you too,” you grinned, leaning in for another kiss. 

Written 2018. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

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neighbor!kihyun

kihyun’s apartment is practically spotless ….. it looks like it’s right out of an ikea catalog or something, with neutral furniture and perfectly arranged throw pillows. even his books are organized by color??!?!?

he WILL yell at anyone who doesn’t use a coaster on his coffee table

the entire apartment always smells like cinnamon because of the candles he burns, but at dinner all of his neighbors are jealous of him because his cooking smells delicious and filters out into the rest of the hall

his friends (especially hyungwon) always show up for dinner uninvited and eat all his food, which he pretends annoys him but is actually okay with it

he has lots of pictures carefully framed on his wall, including some just of himself on vacation lol ….. but also he has a copy of his parents’ wedding photo framed and a lot of pictures he’s taken of his family and friends

no one in the complex knows what he does and he always looks so fashionable and handsome that the older ladies gossip that he must be a model or actor!! in reality though he works as a photographer

all the other younger people in the complex are in awe of him, but you…………. hate is a strong word but you HATE yoo kihyun

not that you’ve ever spoken to him or anything, but his bathroom is right next to your bedroom and every morning yoo kihyun wakes up at an ungodly hour and sings in his shower and it ALWAYS wakes you up, without fail

it’s not like he has a bad voice or anything, it’s objectively beautiful!!!!! but who the hell wakes up at 5:30 am every day even on sundays!!!!! and why does he have to sing SO loudly!!! you even wear earplugs to sleep sometimes but he still manages to wake you up….. eventually you can get back to sleep but it’s still horrible

ever since you’ve moved in next door to him…… a full night’s sleep is practically impossible

your friends and coworkers have even commented on how you look like you haven’t been sleeping well. and ur like ….. i FREAKING know i look like i haven’t been sleeping well

a month in you leave an anonymous note on his door asking him to sing a little quieter and for a week he shuts the hell up but then he starts singing again and you honestly consider moving out

whenever you’re getting your mail and the grandmas in the building are gossiping about him you start the most absurd rumors you can think of

“yoo kihyun? once i saw him dragging a rolled up rug to the garbage….. it looked like there was a body in there”

“i invited him over to dinner once and when he saw there was garlic in the meal he left….. have you ever actually seen him in direct sunlight? i’m just saying”

“one of my friends knew kihyun when they were kids……. apparently he told everyone he was born in the 1800s”

despite your rivalry with kihyun (which you’re convinced he doesn’t know about) you have only seen him one or two times, your schedules don’t match up so you never have any opportunity to confront him in person

and you’re not about to go knock on his door and yell at him for singing… the anonymous rumors and notes will do for now

you’ve just gotten used to waking up at 6am in the fucking morning when you go to a friend’s wedding and you see ….. him…. yoo kihyun……… dressed in a suit and taking pictures

and 1) you’re extremely shocked because he looks amazing with his styled hair and fitted suit 2) you’re extremely shocked because the literal DEVIL is taking photos of your high school best friend getting married

you glare at him for a good twenty minutes at the reception before he spots you ,,,,,,, and you don’t think he knows you at all but suddenly he’s walking towards you ,,,,,,,, and you’re like ,,,, oh god…… oh no ,,,, why is this happening

why is he SMIRKING at you and why does he look SO GOOD doing it

“you’re the one thats telling everyone i’m a murdering vampire from the 1800s” and his voice is …. really nice…. but maybe that’s the champagne speaking

“well YOU’RE the one that wakes me up every single morning with your stupid shower concerts!!!!!”

that was definitely the champagne speaking, but yoo kihyun has the AUDACITY to LAUGH at you and it’s such a nice sound but you’re fuming

“so you decided to tell mrs kang from 5B that i replaced her cat with a clone?????” “to be fair ….. i saw you pet it once…. there was evidence you could’ve pulled the heist off”

and you don’t know this but kihyun honestly ,,,,,, is pretty charmed by your stubborn nature and ridiculous rumors ,,,, because it’s not like they’re harmful or anything they’re actually pretty fricking funny ,,,,,, plus it doesn’t help that he finds you gorgeous

so when you say that he laughs again, and then he offers to buy u a drink….. and ur like “i dunno if you missed it but this is an open bar”

and he’s like “no, i mean are you free this friday?”

and u………… well maybe you misjudged him, because by the time the bride and groom have started dancing and he has to go take pictures …. you are thoroughly charmed and he has your number

the next rumor you spread is that yoo kihyun is a pick up artist that brainwashed you into dating him

but now that he’s stopped singing in the shower every morning (he switches to night showering just for you), he’s a pretty good bf

on nights when you complain to him about being tired from work, he shows up at your door and cooks you dinner and gives you a massage until you tell him to stop coddling you and cuddle u instead. you love it though

his friends LOVE you because you’re like their own personal tabloid magazine, you tell them whenever kihyun does something embarrassing or stupid, which he would get mad at you for if you weren’t so damn cute

he’s always taking pictures of u and you’re like plz….. stop…. and he’s like i’m making this my computer background

he’s always taking care of other people and you, but he really really loves when you tell him to stop working and sit him down and just let him sleep in your lap while you run your hands through his hair

you let him slow down…. but you also let him butt heads with someone who won’t take his bullshit…. and you’re basically everything he needs and he makes sure you know he loves u for it

seriously he will not stop telling you he loves you…… it would be annoying if u didn’t love him as much as he loves you