#whats even cuter is that hes barely even touching his hair

[mirohlayo]

GIRLY GIRL : A LANDO'S

PERFECT MORNING

( In which your boyfriend needs to follow your his 3 step morning routine, which is undoubtedly your favorite time of the day. )

warning : none just pure fluff, lando being the SWEETEST boyfriend ever

note : I didn't plan on writing this much but it doesn't matter cuz I'm glad I did because it makes it even cuter

word count : 2.5k

9:30 - skincare time

“Just 5 more minutes, please, baby”. Lando snuggles up closer to you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. If there is one thing that Lando hates above all else, it is having to get out of bed and at the same time abandon you when he only wants one very specific thing, and that is to cuddle you all the day, and sprinkle your face with thousands of kisses.

And he hated leaving bed even more during lazy mornings.

"Lan, I love lazy mornings too but I need to get up and prepare myself for the day". You move slightly so that you can have a view on him. “Why should you get ready when we’re going to spend the day at the apartment?” His hoarse morning voice is only a reflection of the long but pleasant sleep he spent last night.

“Because I want to feel clean, fresh and pretty.” You place a light kiss on his hair. “But you look stunning all the time, how could you be even prettier?” A shy smile takes its place on your morning face, while a slight chuckle emanates from your body.

"Come on Lan, please. It's time for your favorite part of the day." At this sentence, you feel your boyfriend's body slumped on top of you suddenly straighten up, his face just inches from yours. A most adorable smile appears on his lips as he places a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"That's right. Let's get you prepared, pretty girl." A gaping smile creeps onto your face as you feel the thick white blanket of your bed slide, revealing your bare legs to the cool morning air. Lando helps you out of bed, gently and lightly taking your hand, as you disappear into the bathroom.

“Skincare time, love”. You place your few skincare products on the edge of the sink, in a certain order so that your boyfriend doesn't make a mistake in the steps of your skincare. Lando pats the small padded stool stored next to the sink, so that you can sit on it comfortably.

Sitting down, you carelessly tie your hair into a ponytail, ready to receive your daily morning skincare. “Should I start with this?” Lando’s soft voice tickles your ears as he stands close in front of you. His blue-green eyes peer curiously at the product in his hands.

The way he cares about the product is just adorable, and you can't help but crack a smile. “Yes, I always start with the toner.” With a nod, your boyfriend unscrews the cap of the product and generously pours the liquid into the palm of his hand.

"Are you ready ?". Lando asks you carefully, to make sure you're comfortable enough. This thought, the fact that he is always so caring and attentive to making you comfortable, for fear of doing something wrong or hurting you, warms your heart because there is nothing more adorable than this subtle but yet important gesture.

You nod your head quickly, and while Lando lets a most precious smile appear on his face, he very delicately applies the product to your cheeks, your forehead, your chin. He is very careful, and caresses your face with a frail delicacy, which leaves you overwhelmed by a wave of comforting warmth.

His touch is soft, delicate, as if he was afraid to touch you, or at least as if he was afraid of the idea of damaging you. “Your skin is really beautiful.” He didn't hesitate to say these few words to you, without really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth. You crack a big smile as you giggle adorably.

This sweet laugh, this sweet sound that reaches Lando's ears makes him miss a few heartbeats. How can a sound be so sweet? It's probably the one and only thing he could die for.

“Oh, I know this product. It’s your serum, right?” The enthusiastic intonation of his voice and the glint of excitement in his eyes gives you the effect of a wave of admiration. Your gaze becomes softer, as you stare at him intensely, with hearts in your eyes. “That’s it, baby.” The smile of victory and pride he displays when he has just realized that he is gradually learning to know your skincare by heart consumes you so pleasantly.

Because you know how much your boyfriend literally loves doing your skincare for you. He likes taking care of you, being able to touch and caress your skin delicately. See your being relax under his delicate touch, while he takes the time to perfectly apply the products to your skin. It's something that will never leave him indifferent, always obsessed with the way his heart savors every moment spent with you.

9:50 - hairstyle time

Your skin has finally finished absorbing all your skincare products, and after storing the products in the small cabinet hanging on the wall, you come and grab your hairbrush. “Hey, it’s my job to get you ready, I want to do your hair too, princess.” Lando takes the comb from your hands as he places his hands on your shoulders so you can look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

The desire is too much, so he comes without further delay to place a kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the delicious smell of your shampoo from the day before. Then, with fluid and delicate movements, he begins to gently brush your hair. Combing slowly so as not to hurt yourself and to avoid big knots in your hair.

You close your eyes, lightly enjoying the moment, and allow yourself to be sensitive to your boyfriend's touch. It always manages to give you a relaxing, even comforting feeling. As if ultimately, he was the solution to your worries, the ultimate solution to your happiness.

“What hairstyle do you want today, gorgeous?” He asks you this simple question, still with this look of concentration planted on his face. You thought vaguely, taking a quick look at the hairstyles you could wear. “Just a simple braid, please.” Lando nods slowly, muttering a low "mm'kay", indicating the fact that he is focused.

He places the brush back on the sink, as he separates your hair into three equal parts. Then, he begins to braid the strands together, crossing them one after the other to obtain a pretty long braid. He braids your hair with absolute delicacy, and it's as if you feel transported to paradise. Everything is perfect.

“I love styling your hair y’know. It’s relaxing. Especially when I see that it also relaxes you a lot.” He offers you a most daring and mocking smirk, while you feel yourself blushing profusely. Your eyes meet in the mirror and you have to look away, too embarrassed.

“You’re cute, baby.” You don't react to his comment, since your body is already taking care of it by coloring your cheeks even more a pretty pink. And Lando loves that he has such an effect on you. Since usually you're the one who makes him completely feral.

Your soft hair that slipped under his fingers is now braided, and Lando comes to tie it using the elastic around his wrist. The rubber band he never takes off, in case you need it when you complain that you lost them all. It has become a real bracelet for him now.

“I’m proud of myself.” Lando smiles to himself as he gazes at your hairstyle, savoring the beauty of your hair. You stand up and turn around to place a quick kiss on his lips. "You did a great job. It's pretty". He grins at you, as his arms wrap around your waist, squeezing it softly.

“Not as pretty as you.” He gives you that cute smile back as you roll your eyes in amusement. “You have improved your flirting skills since we met.” You points out. His eyes fall to your lips, eagerly waiting to kiss them. “I knew I had to improve to be able to pull a girl as beautiful and amazing as you.”

You let out a laugh as he smiles goofily at your behavior, taking the time to readjust your braid as your body presses against his chest. It's in these moments, these innocent moments, that Lando finds comfort, that he feels his heart beating a little harder for you.

10:10 - outfit time

You stop in front of the large dressing room that you share with Lando. His clothes are stacked in a haphazard and very disorganized way, it's simply untidy. You take a look at your clothes, waiting for Lando to choose your outfit of the day.

You feel his hands place on your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck. “What should I wear today, baby?” Your question makes him move again, and taking a few steps forward, he begins to examine the different pieces of clothing you own.

"Something sexy. Hot and sexy. You'll look so good in that". He tries to show you a very tight top but you stop him by hitting his arm teasingly. “No, today I want to feel comfortable.” You protest, placing your hands on your hips. “You’ll feel comfortable when I take it off you.” He protests, offering you a smirk.

You poke his ribs and he contains a little scream. He ends up giggling, amused by the situation and the fact that he embarrassed you so easily. You sigh, looking at the mountain of clothes overflowing from the closet. “What color should I wear?”

"Pink. I think pink suits you really well." He takes out a pink hoodie from the closet, from Daniel Ricciardo's "enchanté" merch collection. His eyebrows furrow as he holds the item of clothing with his index finger and thumb, displaying a look of disgust.

"Eww. I didn't know you had a Daniel brand hoodie. It's horrible." You scoff dramatically as you snatch the sweater from his hands. "Excuse me ? I love it, it's so comfy." You hold it against you, glaring at your boyfriend. He raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"Ain't no way you'll wear that... awful thing." He approaches you, grabbing the hoodie from your hands and throwing it behind him. "You're all mine, you can only wear my hoodies or those of my brand. No Daniel or other drivers." His arms come to wrap around you as he presses you against him. He leaves soft kisses on your neck.

“Huh, much jealous.” You kiss his cheek as he snuggles closer to you. "Of course I'm jealous. You're my girl, not his." His voice is muffled, but quite noticeable. You giggle weakly as you play with his curls. "I only have eyes for you, baby. Don't need to worry."

He pulls back to smile at you like a child, a silly smile but so adorable. “Well, that still didn’t help me find my outfit.” You point at the wardrobe as your boyfriend finally finds some clothes. He ends up choosing a pink lounge set, comfortable but thick enough to keep you warm. Everything you need.

You don't wait any longer before locking yourself in the bathroom to change, and returning to the room where Lando is waiting for you, dressed in your outfit chosen by him. As you enter the room, his eyes fall directly on you. And you really think you're going to melt under his gaze.

His eyes are filled with hearts as he doesn't hesitate to stare at you intensely, a gaze burning with love and affection. “Stop staring at me please.” Your voice is a low whisper as you feel more shy. You never stopped feeling special every time Lando complimented or admired you, despite the fact that he did that several times a day.

It's stupid, but he always looks at you with such passion and ardor that it was impossible not to feel that same feeling of happiness. That feeling that makes you feel so unique and precious in his eyes. Because after all it is.

"Lan, you're staring at a bit too much." You snap your fingers in front of him to snap him out of his thoughts. He comes back to his senses and stares at you as intensely as ever. "Sorry, but how could I not stare at the most beautiful woman in the world? It's unfair how gorgeous you are."

Your brain doesn't think any further before coming to kiss him passionately. His arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him. As you pull back, he pecks your lips a second time. And then he admires you.

For a moment, there is silence. A deafening and noisy silence, but because it emanates words of love. Unspoken words of affection, but yet you already know them without even having to say them to yourself. Because after all, no one knows how to describe the love you have for each other better than yourself.

“Mornings like this are my favorite. I do your skincare, your hair, and choose your clothes.” You can't contain a laugh, as Lando looks at you perplexed. “You’re such a girly girl, baby.” His eyebrows furrow slightly as he tilts his head to the side.

You continue to laugh while Lando still looks at you confused. “What does girly girl mean?” He asks curious. "Basically when you're a woman, and you like to take care of yourself. I don't know how to explain it, you have to be a woman to be able to feel it." You explain to him kindly.

“Does this mean that women have superpowers?” He asks innocently, and that cute face he shows forces you to quickly kiss him on the lips. "No, not really Lando. But it's just that you give girly girl vibes, because you like to take care of me." You keep giggling.

“Is it really that bad if I love taking care of my beautiful girlfriend?” He grins at you, almost kissing you by the way. You smile with all your teeth, shaking your head. "Not at all. It's even my favorite thing in the world." He smiles even wider at your words, feeling overwhelmed by love. “Good, because I wasn’t planning on stopping.” His lips press against yours, in an eternal passionate kiss.

After all, he was right. Is it so bad to take care of the person you love most in the world? Because for Lando, it's certain, there is nothing in the world that can match the mornings where he is lucky enough to be able to be next to his favorite person, the one for whom his heart continues to beat very hard every minute, each day that passes.

It is in the tenderness of his caresses on your skin, in the gentle gestures of his hands in your hair, in the innocence of his taste for your outfits, that Lando feels free, loved and happy. That he feels at home, that he really feels in his place, alongside his girlfriend, alongside the one he will love for the rest of his life, forever, because he has known it since day that he laid eyes on you: his heart is in your hands, and it will never stop beating for you. For the girl he always dreamed of having.

For the girl he hopes will wake up next to her, every morning, for the rest of his life.

[luvyeni]

❛BIRTHDAY BOY!❜ ( p. sunghoon )

💬nias note: for the birthday boy , i was gonna post it yesterday but i forgot.

p. park sunghoon x exoticdancer!reader w. 1.6k+

— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, oral ( m. receiving ), dirty talk, nothing special

— 𖦹 ( giving the birthday boy a few birthday wishes ) !

“Trust Me"

Those two words coming from jakes mouth never sat right with him — especially when it had something to so with him personally. “I’ll handle your birthday, just get ready to have fun.”

He should’ve known what his friend was planning — knowing the boy for years, he should’ve known he was gonna pick the strip club. “Ta-da!” Jake stood outside the doors to the club. “A strip club?” Sunghoon said displeased. “Don’t say it like that, how many strip clubs do you go to.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t like strip clubs, he just never thought about going as often as his friends do. “Sunghoon just give it a try.” Heeseung said, patting his shoulder. “please, jake looked like he worked hard.”

Sunghoon gave in, the stood in the vip line — finally being let into their section, ordering a few bottles of his favorite alcohol. “Have fun , and let loose.” Jake said. “don’t be so uptight.”

Sunghoon decided to take their advice — it was his birthday he should have fun. He slowly started to let loose, refilling his cup multiple times as different girls came around, all different sizes, draped in beautiful lingerie’s. His friends had long gone forgotten they were celebrating them, entertaining multiple girls in the section.

“Are you not having fun?” A voice tore him from his thoughts. He turned ready  to turn down whoever it was when his voice was caught in his throat. “Most people come here to have fun.”

You were perfection, literally his dream girl. your soft voice and cute almost innocent smile — and your body, adorned in a baby sheer pink babydoll lingerie set, the boob cups covered in fluff. “Oh no I am.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “are you really?”

“Oh yn.” Jake words slurred as he held the waist of a girl who was sitting in his lap. “Hi jake.” You waved, jake was a regular. “Minhee isn’t here today, so no private dance for you.” You said. “That’s fine, today isn’t about me today anyway.” He pointed to the raven haired boy in front of you. “my  boy sunghoon, it’s his birthday today.”

Your eyes shifted back to the boy in front of you. “Is it?” He nodded. “Well happy birthday sunghoon.” You said gently touching his shoulder. “Thank you.” Jake sat his drink down, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Hey yn, why don’t you give the boy a private birthday show?” He dipped into his pocket pulling out his card. “Here, my treat.”

Sunghoon turned to his friend, ready to decline — but you already took his card. “Okay, im gonna go set up.” You walked away, his card in his hand. “Jake im gonna kill you.”

“Bro it’s a dance, and from yn of all people, you’re lucky as hell right now.” He said, he didn’t even have time to ask him before he was already explaining what he meant. “yn is famous around here, she doesn’t just do private shows for random people, she approaches you, not the other way around.”  He said. “She approached me my first time here, and I declined and they called me stupid every time I came back for the next 3 months.”

“That’s why you’re stuck with Minhee.” You made your return, handing jake his card back. “And I get your cuter friend.” You turned to sunghoon, sticking your hand out. “come.” You said with a sweet smile. “Go sunghoon, go have fun it’s your birthday.” Heeseung encouraged. “I don’t bite.” You said, he stood up taking your hand. “Unless you want me to.”

You guided him through the club, your hands stayed interlocked, his eyes were glued to your backside, the dress barely did anything to hide your pink thong. “I can feel you staring.” You walked down the hallway of the different private rooms. “Am I not allowed?”

“You are.” You said, squeezing his hand. “I hear you’re pretty famous around here.” He said. “I guess you could say that.” You responded with quickness. “Why is that?” You opened the door, he followed you inside. “I don’t know, maybe because im cute.” You titled your head smiling. “really? That’s it?”

“You don’t think so?” He nodded his head. “No I think you’re the cutest thing in this place.” He said. “Yeah?” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yup.” He said, placing his hands on your waist, the music was already playing, multi colored lights flashing.

You pushed him down on the couch, climbing into his lap. “Relax.” You said holding his shoulders. “It’s your birthday, let me take care of you.” You said, voice was so innocent — in contrast to the fact that you were basically grinding against him.

You swayed your hips to the music , normally you’d utilize the pole more — but he was different so you stayed close to him and sunghoon wasn’t complaining, in fact he was starting to see why you were pretty famous around here, you basically had two, personalities, that cute innocent act you put on was a fake — you were a tease.

You’d touch him just enough to make him want more, before you’d pull away leaving him to bite his lip, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck.” He sighed as you ran your hands down his stomach, stopping at his v-line, teasingly lifting his shirt. “oh fuck you’re killing me cutie.”

You smile, running your freshly manicured nails down his thighs. “what’s your birthday wish?” You said, climbing back into his lap. “What’s something you really want?” You pulled at his chain. “If I tell you, I’ll get thrown out of here princess.” You smirked, you had him right where you wanted him. “You don’t see any bouncers in here do you?”

“Tell me birthday boy.” You whispered in his ear, he hissed when you nipped at his lobe. “Fuck, right now my biggest wish is for you to get on your knees and put my cock in your pretty mouth.” He said, his voice deep, dripped in lust. “Yeah.” You stood up, slowly sinking to your knees , his eyes followed you. “Like this?” You looked up at him through your lashes. “Yeah.” He sighed.

You reached for his jeans, undoing the button — unzipping the jeans, he lifted his hips up, and you slowly pulled them down to his ankles. He was already hard, his bulge pressing against his underwear. “You’re so hard already.” You kissed his clothed cock. “Fuck princess, that’s because you’ve ben teasing me for 20 minutes.”

You took that as a hurry up, you freed his cock, grabbing the base of his cock stroking it. “Fu-fuck.” He cursed. “You’re little hands can barely fit around my fat cock baby.” He groaned— you kissed his tip, giving you a few kitty licks. “Fuck put it in your mouth now.” You listened, opening your mouth taking him in. “Shiiiit, that’s it.” He groaned. “take more of my cock."

You relaxed your throat, fully taking him in. “Oh shit.” He moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, gagging around his length. “To-took me down that pretty little throat so easily.” He grabbed your hair that was gathered in a ponytail, guiding your head on his cock. “Fuck im gonna cum.” He hissed, a minute later you felt his cum fill your mouth.

He pulled you of his cock, cum leaking from your mouth, he brought his thumb to your lips, pushing the cum back into your mouth. “good girl, swallow for me.” You swallowed  , sticking out your tongue.

“Do you have another wish?” He smirked. “oh you’re feeling generous tonight? You always this generous baby?” You shook your head no. “You’re the birthday boy.” He chuckled darkly. “Okay then get up.” He grabbed your forearm, standing you up, following behind you.

“Turn around.” He manhandled your body, pushing you down on the couch. “Fuck look at that ass.” You felt a sharp slap against your backside, squeezing your cheeks. “Sunghoon.” You moaned, holding the back of the couch as he pulled your thong to the side, pressing his cock against your ass. “Gonna fuck you.”

He grabbed the base of his cock, his tip kissed your cunt. “gonna split you open.” He pushed his cock fully in, moaning out. “Oh fuck you’re tight as hell.” He fully bottom out, pulling out, slamming back into you. “Oh fuck!” you screamed as he plowed into your sopping heat. “Fu-fuck you’re so big.”

“yeah.” He grunted, slapping your ass again. “you’re taking me like a champ baby -fuck- best fucking birthday gift.” He grunted , fucking into you harder, the walls were soundproof and you were glad cause you could definitely get in trouble, even though at the moment, you really didn’t care — more focused on your orgasm that was approaching fast. “Fuck sunghoon im gonna cum!”

He watched your ass bounce back against his pelvis, slapping it a few times. “Shit im cumming!” You screamed, your juices coating his cock. He kept thrusting — once; twice, before he pulled out jerking his cock off cumming on your ass. “Shit.”

“Did I make birthday better?” You asked. “Much better.” He asked. “Good, I don’t do this to everyone.” You said, wiping your lipstick off his neck. “You’re cute so you’re special enough.” He grabbed you by your waist pulling you close. “Special enough to let me take you out on a date?”

“You want to go on a date?” You said, you got asked on date daily, but normally by old men so you never accepted. “Yeah, it can be my last birthday wish.” He smiled cheekily, you smiled.

“okay birthday boy i'll go on a date with you.”

©️LUVYENI

[simplyraeblue]

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one-time thing (bakugo x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when you run into bakugo at denki's house party and do some... physical activity in the bathroom. but you swear it's just a one-time thing considering you'd never met before WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving), smut, y'know the usual ◦ ◡ ◠ word count: 2,328 A/N: might become a full fic... we'll see how posting a lil bit on tumblr goes first ;P Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!

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The house was a maze, mostly because of the crowd, so you ventured up the stairs where it was quieter to find a restroom. The more steps you took upward, the more you realized how buzzed you were. Finally, you could see a door open to a bathroom, and you quickly shut yourself inside.  You turned the tap on to splash water on your face, only to be suddenly sprayed.  

“Fuck, stupid faucet.” you cursed, running your hands over your now-soaked top. You'd barely turned it on full blast. Luckily, you looked in the cabinet and found a hair dryer. Removing your shirt and laying it over the towel rod, you turned the hair dryer on to hopefully salvage your top.  

As you continued cursing under your breath, you heard a knock at the door. “Someone’s in here!” you shouted over the dryer.  

Then the door knob turned. Fuck, thought it was locked. You scrambled to grab your shirt and cover yourself before a man stepped into the bathroom. 

“Everything okay in here?” The voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. A blonde man stepped through the doorway, his red-colored eyes meeting yours. 

“I’m fine, just had a spill.” you rushed out, still attempting to cover your bra.  

“Saw you rush up here, albeit stumbling, and wanted to check.” He told you, still standing in the doorway as if he was unfazed by the state you were in.  

Truth be told, Bakugo was a bit buzzed himself, and the sight of a pretty girl in front of him was enough to set his senses on fire. You were blushing, making you look even cuter, and he found himself struggling to not look at where your hands were holding your shirt so as not to expose herself. A daring question sat heavy in the back of his mind as he took a step towards you. 

“What are you doing?” your words came out stuttering as the man stepped closer. You were very aware of the state you were in, and on top of that, your friends' words rang in your mind. ‘The boys will be all over you’ they'd said. While the man before you was very easy on the eyes, okay maybe more than easy on the eyes, you were feeling unsure about the predicament you found yourself in. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked you, his voice low and causing your face to flush. How could he be so forward? You hadn’t been touched in years, not since your last fling, and now some random guy was making your body heat up like you were sitting in boiling water.  

“I-I don’t know.” That was all you could say. Bakugo took note of how flustered you were getting and wondered if you were a virgin.  

“Pretty girl, alone in a bathroom at a party, shirt already off.” He trailed on, glancing to where your hands held your shirt firmly. “I saw you at the bar from outside, couldn’t take my eyes off you and even then, you were fully clothed.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to stalk closer. Were you seriously getting flustered by a man you ran into in the bathroom? Damn, you really were touch starved.  

“Y’know, one could see this a sexual assault.” You told him, and he paused where he was, hesitating. “But, seeing as I have just enough alcohol to make poor decisions but know what I’m doing and you are really hot...” 

At the sight of the teasing smirk on your face, Bakugo grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in, his lips crashing into yours. Dammit, he didn’t care if he never saw you again, you were hot, and he was needy. With his forceful actions, he heard you moan into his mouth, setting fireworks off in his brain. It was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard in his life. 

You were shocked at how he was acting, so confident and straightforward; but you were more shocked by how you were letting it happen. Hell, he was attractive and knew what he wanted. The perfect one-night stand in your book. You let loose a moan again as he backed you up against the glass shower wall before he reached one hand inside to start the water. 

“What are you-” you started to ask. 

“So, no one can hear how hard I’m about to fuck you.” The tone of his words sent heat straight to your core. This time, you smashed your lips into his, the heat sending signals to your brain that you wanted more.  

Bakugo grabbed the shirt from your hands, tossing it aside quickly to take in your lacy bra. God, your body was perfect. He wasted no time in pressing kisses to your neck, giving rough bites before seeing the hickies he was leaving behind. Even if you didn’t share your names before leaving tonight, he wanted you to remember everything that had happened. When he nibbled at the soft spot between your collar bone and neck, you whimpered, and he could have came just from the sound.  

You made quick work of his shirt, gripping the bottom of it as he allowed you to pull it over his head. Your hands met his torso, where strong muscles ripped under your touch. Between his biceps and abs, you were pretty sure he could lift you up to fuck you if he wanted to. You grabbed for the buckle on his pants, but his hands stopped you.  

Before you could try again, Bakugo kneeled in front of you, noticing how you tried to hide your surprised look. As he palmed your thighs, he marveled at how soft your skin was before placing kisses on the inside. “Stop teasing,” you warned through a gasp, making him smirk. Bakugo lifted your skirt just enough and inhaled sharply. You weren’t wearing any underwear.  

“Fuck, it’s like you were waiting for me.” He spoke. 

“What makes you think I was waiting for you, Mr. Big Ego?” you managed to tease, even though you were pretty sure you had no room to talk since you were letting a stranger see you in all your glory.  

“Trust me. After this, you’ll be happy it was me who found you.” He smirked up at you from below, a sight that sent you spiraling, before he quite literally dove off the deep end. 

As Bakugo pressed his mouth between your legs, his tongue giving a quick lick, he felt your legs quiver as a loud moan escaped you. Fuck, you tasted like heaven on his tongue. Bakugo gave you no time to recuperate from his initial contact, immediately beginning to devour you.  

While his tongue licked up and down your folds, you were fighting to hold in your pleasure-filled noises. He knew what he was doing, and your legs were already shaking from him having barely done anything. “Holy... holy shit.” you breathed out, reaching your hand down to let your fingers twist in his hair. His tongue found your clit, taking it in his mouth quickly like a man starved, sending electricity through your body. “If you don’t stop...” 

“I want you to cum on my face first, sweetheart.” His voice was muffled, but his words had an impact on you nonetheless. Soon after his request, you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers, almost sending you right over the edge. “Are you going to cum on my fingers? Or should I continue to just use my mouth?” 

“P-please, fuck me with your fingers.” you whimpered, bucking your hips with desire. “I want to c-cum.” 

Bakugo smirked as he slid two fingers past your entrance, feeling your tight walls clench around them. He was now silently hoping you were on birth control so he could feel it on his cock in a minute. His mouth found your clit again, sucking and nibbling at the bud as he began to pump two fingers in and out of you.  

He could tell you were close; you'd stopped talking at this point and your hips began to spasm as your knees shook. With the fervent need to taste you, he continued drilling into you as he became relentless on your clit.  

“Fuck, yes cum f’ me.” He demanded, and you felt that chord within you snap. His free arm wrapped around your leg to hold you up as you gave in, riding out your orgasm with his face still between your legs.  

When you felt like you could breathe again, you let out a shaky, “Holy fuck.”  

But before you could say anything else, he stood up and kissed you before he even wiped off his mouth. you could taste herself on his lips and the thought drove you wild. you let his tongue tease yours in your mouth as he finally allowed you to begin unbuckling his belt. He helped you get it off before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down himself, along with his boxers. 

Bakugo noticed how your red-tinged cheeks became even more prominent once your gaze met his dick. He placed his hands on his hip with a smirk, asking, “Do you like what you see?” 

you could feel your walls clenching at the sight of him. Forget the orgasm you just had, you wanted him inside of you right now. “Shut up and fuck me. I’m on birth control so just get on with it.” you demanded, sounding needy, and he responded quickly. 

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you off the ground, pushing you against the glass shower wall once again and wrapping your legs around his waist. With one hand holding you, he pumped himself a couple of times with the other before positioning himself at your entrance. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.” He whispered as he buried his face in your neck before plunging himself into you without hesitation.  

Bakugo swore to heaven and hell once he felt your walls tighten around him in response. It was too good, and he found himself teetering on the edge already. Thank the universe you were on birth control so he could feel every inch of you swallowing him. He felt your previous orgasm covering his dick, making it easier to begin sliding in and out of you. Each time he pulled out and entered again he shivered at the pleasure building up in his body. 

you were a mess at this point. His dick felt too good inside of you to even be real; you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth as his hips thrust into yours while he sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving more marks for you to find tomorrow. “I-if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum again.” you whined, while he only continued to drive himself further into you, hitting all the right spots.  

“Let me feel you cum on me. P-please, cum with me inside of you.” He groaned into your skin as he began moving his hips faster, snapping into yours with force.  

The next time he bit down on your neck, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you again, drowning you in your release.  

Bakugo felt your walls clamp around him, sending him over the edge with you. His cock strained with his orgasm as he pumped deeper into you, filling you to the brim as he came. He felt like it was the longest orgasm he’d ever had, maybe even never-ending as he panted into your neck. While he was a little embarrassed at how long he’d lasted, it just felt too damn good.  

“Holy shit,” you said while trying to catch your breath. Bakugo could only nod in agreement, at a loss for words from what he’d just experienced.  

When he pulled out and gently set you back on her feet, you swayed a little bit before feeling his arms catch you. “That was...” He panted; his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you. For a moment, you wished you had asked his name, but then deemed it too complicated realizing you would probably never see him again.  

“Do you think anyone heard?” you asked him as you became aware of where you were and who all could be around.  

“With how loud your mouth was, I'm sure they did.” Bakugo teased while grabbing a washcloth to wipe himself clean before handing it to you so you could do the same. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we went back downstairs and found that people were staring.” 

“For what it’s worth, I don’t normally do this. You caught me in a time of need.” you tried explaining away the fact that you'd just done something dirty in someone else’s bathroom. However, you didn’t regret it one bit, as your body still felt more satisfied than it had ever been. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at you as he shrugged. “I don’t normally do this type of thing either.” 

Before you could muster up the courage to ask his name, you heard your phone buzzing wildly from the counter. When you grabbed it, you read numerous text messages from your friends, all asking where you'd gone. “Well, we better get back to the party. Do you want to go out first and I’ll wait or vice versa?”  

Bakugo fought internally with himself, trying to decide if it was worth it to ask for your number. He wanted to see you again, do this with you again, but from the way you had talked, he got the hint that you wanted it to be written off experience. “You go ahead, I’ll clean myself up better before I come out.”  

you nodded, reaching for the doorknob but pausing. “If you have any desire to find me after this, my name is y/n. y/n l/n.” And before he could respond, you opened the door and left.  

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 (이희승)

heeseung's eyes widen in surprise as you lean in and kiss him on the lips.

he freezes for a moment, processing the unexpected gesture.

slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and his cheeks flush lightly.

"wow, where did that come from, pretty girl?"

he pulls you into his lap, holding you close to him.

"not that I'm complaining," he murmurs softly, still smiling.

heeseung leans in to kiss you back, his lips lingering on yours.

"i could definitely get used to this,"

rest of the members below !!

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 (박종성)

jay blinks a few times, momentarily stunned by the unexpected kiss.

a smirk quickly forms on his lips, and he raises an eyebrow in playful amusement.

"bold move,"

he gently cups your face with one hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

"i like it, baby"

jay pulls you into a tight embrace, his other hand resting on the small of your back.

"you should do that more often," he murmurs against your lips

he gives you one more lingering kiss on the forehead.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 (심재윤)

jake's eyes widen in genuine surprise as you plant a kiss on his lips. (HIS PUPPY EYES FKJDSKLFJDSLFKJD:F)

a soft blush spreads across his cheeks, making him look even cuter.

"wow, I didn't see that coming,"

he gazes at you with love (OH MY GOD.)

jake shyly takes your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of it.

"you're full of surprises, aren't you?" he asks, a smile spreading across his face.

he leans in for another kiss, his lips lingering for a moment.

"i love it," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 (박성훈)

sunghoon's eyes widen in shock as you kiss him on the lips, completely catching him off guard.

"what just happened?"

he nervously runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact as he tries to compose himself.

he fidgets awkwardly, glancing at you with wide eyes, his blush deepening.

"i mean… not that I didn't like it," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

he takes a deep breath, finally looking at you before leaning in for a kiss.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 (김선우)

his eyes widen in surprise, and a radiant smile spreads across his face.

sunoo's cheeks flush a delicate pink

he reaches up to touch the spot where you kissed him, his eyes softening with affection.

"what just happened?"

he would look so clueless, trying to process what had just happened.

"did you just kiss me?"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 (양정원)

jungwon's eyes widen in shock as you kiss him on the lips, catching him completely off guard.

he hesitates for a split second, stunned by your unexpected move.

a deep flush spreads across his cheeks, but he doesn't pull away.

"what was that, angel?"

jungwon leans in closer, his hand gently resting on your waist.

"you're full of surprises,"

he kisses you back

as he pulls back slightly, his gaze locks with yours

"i think I like this side of you," he whispers (@$U#JKDLFRFD)

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 (西村力)

he blinks a few times, processing everything.

a playful grin spreads across his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"well, that was unexpected,"

riki leans in closer, his hands gently finding their place on your waist.

"i guess you caught me off guard,"

he tilts his head slightly, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing manner.

"but I'm not complaining," he adds with a mischievous wink

[sugoi-writes]

Hi, i have a proposition for you...

Alastor catching himself bleating whenever reader touches him 👀

(i just find it so adorable when he squeaks like a little fawn when Rosie pulls him in that one scene and the theory that he does that only when he's happy and with a person he feels comfortable with)

Gdhdhd I had discovered this a while back, and the idea THRILLS me. To no fucking end! I hope this is okay and worth the wait! (Two Fics in one week? HUH?)

No warnings for this one! Just cute cute fluff (I'm doing my best! ;w; gdhdhdhd)

A Bleating Heart - Alastor x GN! Reader

You were reading your book in Alastor's armchair, taking in the heat that radiated from the mint green flames of the fireplace. When you heard a groan to your rear, you paused. You looked behind you, only to see Alastor tossing and turning onto his side. You couldn't help your frown, watching as Alastor's brows furrowed. The Radio Demon was frustrated, his cheek smashed into his pillow aggressively. 

"...everything alright, dear?" You ask softly, recalling that he was 'laying down' to get rid of his headache. Though you knew that Alastor wasn't one for sleep, you kept quiet and content all the same. But when he shook his head, pointing directly to it, you understood perfectly. 

" 'Antlers still bothering you, huh...? Headache?" 

Alastor hummed lowly, turning over and laying face down into his bed. While he was muffled by a pillow, you could barely make out what he said:

" I loathe shedding... It hasn't even begun, and-- oh, they itch-- to no end..." 

"And I assume that doesn't help your headache either?" 

Alastor grumbled, unable to be upset at your gentle pestering. You doted on him like his mother, a quality he would never admit to loving about you," ...Not a lick, dear..." 

You innocently stand from the armchair, walking over to Alastor's bedside," Would... Would it helped if you laid your head in my lap?" 

Alastor raises his head up slightly, eyes narrowed," I hardly see how that could help in this predicament..." You sigh, gently rolling Alastor over onto his back before sitting in the space he used to occupy. Begrudgingly, he did not stop you, but his eyes followed you cautiously. 

"Just trust me... Okay?" 

Alastor's expression soured. Trust is a hard-earned thing to receive from him. The Radio Demon, in all his glory, was slow to make acquaintances, and slower to give out trust. But, he relented, allowing you to sit beside him comfortably. When you patted your lap expectantly, Alastor complied. Due to his antlers, he awkwardly laid sideways on his bed, knees rising and coming together as his head finally met your lap. Thankfully, you would not be disemboweled by his accursed antlers tonight. 

When you smiled down to him, Alastor simply closed his eyes, unable to look your way without feeling embarrassed. This was well outside of his comfort zone. He was feeling incredibly vulnerable while his body did everything to antagonize him. He felt like he was between a rock and a hard place, despite your plush thighs cradling his head.

However, when he felt your hand brush against his hair, scratching gently, his throat ran dry. All nerves and stiffeness became lesser; like the rest of his senses, they became dulled. 

The touch was... Foreign, soft... But not unwelcome. It was soothing, even. When you continued to touch, your hands working in subtle circles against his scalp, he couldn't help the quiet, pleased hum that left him. 

" 'Feels good, my buck?" 

Alastor cracked one eye open, his smile wavering,"...please don't make me say it out loud," Alastor said quietly, a chuckle rising in his throat. You shrugged, not minding his shyness. 

"Hmm, it would be so much cuter if you did, though~" 

When your hand moved to an antler, scratching gently at the base, a full-body tremor ran through his neck down to his hooves. His knees knocked together, a quiet, animalistic noise tumbling out of him. You blink a few times, surprised by the noise, and decided to repeat the action. When a meek, content bleat hit your ears, your eyes nearly doubled in size. You were beaming down at Alastor, a large, giddy inhale expanding your chest. Your heart throbbed at the subconscious gesture. 

Meanwhile, Alastor's eyes were slammed shut, much tighter than before. His heart was racing with anxiety, his palms suddenly feeling clammy. 

Why. Why now, of all times, could he not keep his pathetic little ticks at bay? Of course he found comfort in your company, but-- 

...Maybe he should have used his words, after all. 

"Alastor, was that...?" 

"If you value your life, you will never speak of this again." 

You throw your free hand up defensively, a coy smile on your face," Oh sure, sure... Of course. Whatever you say, Alastor." When a second hand joined the other, lightly scratching at the base of his other antler, that small, high pitched bleat bounced right out of him. 

"Mmm... Yes... Yes, not a word, mon ange... Not a single word... but this-- this is fine for now..." 

You chuckle, increasing the pressure you applied as Alastor melted into your touch. 

"If you continue to be this adorable, I would never speak again, if it meant you stayed like this forever~" Alastor's hands folded together, laying on his chest. Soon enough his knees fell apart, creating a wide 'v'. He looks to you with both eyes as his brow twitches. 

"And what fun would that be? I rather enjoy our conversations, cher." You nearly snorted, surprised that Alastor didn't realize you were joking. 

You laugh, your shoulders shaking with an effort to be quiet as Alastor's legs finally gave out, hanging lazily off of the bed. When your hands moved higher up his antlers, you noticed his legs swinging back and forth idly. You wondered if he noticed, or if this was yet another subconscious action. 

" Fine, fine... I promise to keep talking~ but only if I get to keep spoiling you like this." 

Alastor feels his heart squeeze at the notion, a warmth spreading across his cheeks and ears. He refused to confirm or deny your request with words, instead shimmying his shoulders to sink further into your lap. An open-mouthed sigh was your only response as you lightly dragged your nails across one of his points, his hands untangling from one another. His body almost felt like liquefied, completely and utterly relaxed, taking up an obnoxious amount of space on his bed. And for once, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy it while in someone else's presence. 

He felt safe... Immensely so. But he would never profess to that to you so soon. 

For now, he was content with you playing with his hair, scratching his irritable antlers while he listened to you speak. Quite frankly, it wouldn't take long for Alastor's mind to shut down, his body losing the fight to slumber. When you noticed his breathing toggle to a steady, silent repetition, you resigned yourself to being a pillow. If you were honest, you would sooner die again than move from that spot. You would only permit that once Alastor woke up again, head clear and eyes soft... You wondered how he would look waking up, the adorable thought alone making you feel a surge of glee.

You didn't mind the sensation of pins and needles settling in your legs, knowing that this was a rare moment. Why interrupt something so fleeting? So precious?

You couldn't help but watch as Alastor laid in your lap, unmoving and completely slack. You decided you wouldn't tell him about how he lost his smile while he slept. In the rarest of moments, his lips were agape, formed into a flat, horizontal line. You'd tuck that secret into the back of your mind for safe keeping... A fond memory you'd hang on to for the rest of your afterlife. (A secret almost as precious as his quiet snores, which started when you played with his hair again.) You almost squeaked when Alastor bleated again, much softer than when he was awake. Yes, it would be best if you never mentioned it... Alastor would die from sheer embarrassment alone, you think.

You let out a tired yawn, your mind wandering. Honestly? If you were really, truly in Hell... Well, this was a pretty splendid way to spend it, wasn't it? Why seek forgiveness and redemption, when your entire world was in your lap? And with that thought in mind, you decided to get some sleep, your head resting against the cool wood of Alastor's headboard. 

[aris-ink]

more ddlg jk please im so obsessed

ily <3

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: romance

warnings: manipulation, big corruption kink, dd/lg, hints of size and spit kink, lots of kissing, slight dub con, allusions to con noncon, intoxication, drugs (marijuanna), dirty talk, groping, bondage (ropes), praise, free use kink, loving humiliation (verbal), possessiveness, creampie, aftercare

Coming back from work, Jungkook found your sleepy form curled up on the bed, the nightlight setting a faint glow over the room. He crouched down on the floor and leaned in to kiss you, the affectionate greeting making your eyes flutter open. You tried to blink the drowsiness in them away, but it didn't seem to be quite working, and Jungkook felt his heart melt in his chest.

"Are you okay, princess?"

You breathed out slowly, your answer coming out mellow.

"I feel so weird, daddy."

He examined you with concern, the dull glaze of your eyes the first thing to catch his attention. Whatever he was about to say died in his throat, and he found himself stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked so small like this; barely holding on to consciousness, gazing into his eyes with all the love and trust your precious heart had to offer. It stirred something in his soul, something primal and sinister, instantly triggering its protective instincts.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He coaxed gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "Did you eat properly?"

"Dinner," you nodded, sighing, "and some snacks."

Your answer was just as expected, but the innocence of it further provoked that thing in the shadows of his mind, and a pierced eyebrow raised at you cluelessly.

"What snacks? We ran out last night, baby. I got you some on the way home today."

You frowned at that, confusion seeping into your expression.

"No, we... still had some left... they- they were in the shelf... in the kitchen."

"Oh baby..." Jungkook sighed then, and lowered his lips to your forehead. "There's a reason daddy keeps those hidden. You probably shouldn't have touched that."

For a split second, when your eyes raised to meet his, he thought you had realized what happened, what he did, and his heart reacted in tandem with his cock, jumping. But then your small hand moved to reach for him. You couldn't have been cuter if you tried. Even now, seeking his protection, whether it was the drugs muddling your brain; or just love.

Because hidden wasn't exactly the most accurate word here... not since a while, at least, but there was a sadistic need rising up in Jungkook to slip further into his role, murmur reassurances that would have made angels weep for you, had they ever existed and mourned for lost souls.

"It's okay. Just rest, baby... The feeling will pass soon. Just..." he brushed his nose against yours, "close your eyes and let go. Daddy will take care of you. Yeah?"

You followed his instructions flawlessly, letting your eyes fall shut, your body relaxing as he spoke. But your hand still squeezed at his bigger one, like you were nervous that he'd disappear. There didn't really seem to be many coherent thoughts left in that pretty, little head of yours. No wonder the weed hit you hard; it wasn't something you've tried before. You've always rejected any blunts Jungkook offered, trembling and stilling his hands when he whispered all the depraved things he knew would make your cunt leak as he touched you. Now, after the drug has entered your system - and in large amounts, too - you were left so... vulnerable, in every way. Helpless against the warmth flooding your senses, making your nerves tingle as Jungkook climbed on top of you. Helpless against him; his wicked hands soothing you, exploring your waist, their touch your only connection to your earthly existence in the warm, fuzzy haze pulling you under; stripping you off your inhibitions.

"Relax, sweetheart. Just like that."

There was a repressed desire lurking in the softness of his palms sneaking under your shirt. When his lips inched towards yours, something almost innocent laced the action; a soft peck, testing the waters. Too lightheaded to think straight, you let Jungkook do the thinking for you, because that was what daddy was there for, wasn't it? To catch you when you fall. To look after his little girl, kiss her and hold her. And he did just that, throbbing at the whine that slipped past your lips as soon as his touched your neck.

"Sensitive, angel?"

His hands explored your tummy, butterflies erupting while the rough pads of his fingers inched upwards. His voice was as soft as any devil's leading their prey astray, a seduction too great to resist with your guard lowered and brain muddled. Sweet, little thing, so putty in his hands; an adoring kiss warmed your cheek, followed by a sigh, a sound of feigned sympathy. Poor, little baby, so dazed under him; back arching softly when he began to rub your nipple, eliciting a gasp. Good thing daddy knew exactly what you needed. He was going to make it all better, he whispered. Daddy would never hurt you, he promised. And then he slid down your underwear.

He was sure that even with how high you were, his brain was running on the same kind of adrenaline, releasing endorphins, heart beating fast and blood rushing, his kisses sloppy and slow. Like he wanted to taste every inch of you, or rather, like he wanted to pour himself and his love into every nook and crevice of you, body and soul; a suspicion he made far too easy to confirm when he pulled away, dark gaze immediately drawn to the string of saliva connecting you for a second too long. It was enough for his thumb to reach upwards and rub the remains of the wetness into your bottom lip, hypnotized by how swollen and shiny it looked.

There was no other sound in the room besides the mingling of your labored breathing and the soft moans his touches encouraged, igniting a kind of fire within you that, had your mind and heart been sober, would have been considered humiliating. The willingness to be defiled, the trust that this was your caretaker just doing his job. And in a twisted way, he was. Fueling all the forbidden desires and needs you kept locked up, deemed too dark to ever leave the twilight zone of your soul. And once again, whose job was it if not Jungkook's to show his little one that not all dark things were frightful?

Floating, you briefly felt your arms being raised, cool air hitting your skin as he slipped your shirt off. The bed dipped then, and more kisses were lovingly left on your shoulders, the silky heat of his lips lazily trailing up to your neck. Time seemed to be passing by in a blur; you could feel Jungkook trapping your wrists above your head, slight shuffling coming from somewhere beside you.

Another kiss. More shuffling. You were disoriented up to the very moment you registered the fact that the noise stopped, and something was being wrapped around your hands.

No, not wrapped; tied. You whimpered, akin to a little fawn that realized it was ensnared.

Jungkook cooed at you, his lips brushing your collarbone, leaving your skin on fire.

"Such a good girl..."

He made his way down your stomach, presumably to continue to comfort you. Yet his deft fingers landed on your foot, the caress sending your heart jumping to your throat. Because even though it lasted only for a moment, you could hear more rustling, the final kiss landing on your ankle; right before the loving gesture was replaced with the lewd intentions he has had all along. His hands were gentle as they secured the knots, tying both of your ankles to the bed posts; leaving you spread open and defenseless, just the way he wanted.

Even without the restraints, even if your pussy wasn't dripping for him, it wasn't like you would have been able to fight back. Not after the edibles. And in the moment, not many things made sense besides the ache that built up inside you, the smell of Jungkook's skin, invading all your senses and making your thighs start to tremble. But one fact was pretty clear; you were nothing but a toy for him. He wasn't even bothered holding your legs open.

"All good?" He asked sweetly, his arms on either side of your head as he hovered above you again.

Your breath came out uneven, head spinning, but you nodded, lost in the darkness of his eyes staring into yours, giving into its entrancing depths, a bottomless pit that seemed to be asking: There, isn't this so much better? Doesn't it feel good to let daddy make the decisions for you? And he didn't need you to say a word, because your body provided all the answers, keening as you heard him undo his zipper. There was another layer of vulnerability attached to the fact that he was still fully dressed while your skin burned bare underneath him. Another layer of power Jungkook clearly relished in, if the way he twitched against you was anything to go by.

"You're so wet," it was a breathless statement, his eyes threatening to close when his heavy cock finally pressed in between your thighs. "So fucking wet."

Perhaps it was twisted, how lovingly he took advantage of you, degraded you, like you didn't quite belong to yourself; only to him. But your hole was clenching around nothing, trying to suck his cock right in any time he nudged the tip against it. And just like that, all the self control he had exercised so far was beginning to crumble. He could feel himself slipping, the words weighing on his tongue getting harder to hold back.

"So good for me... Just stay like this. Let daddy take care of you."

You moaned weakly, hips trying to seek more friction. Jungkook's cock twitched at that, spurting more precum in between the soft folds of your cunt. You were so divine. His little girl, his property, waiting to be used, craving it. And Jungkook could never deny you. This was all you've ever needed; to be stripped of your identity, no daunting responsibilities, no thoughts. All you had to do was lie there and take his cock like a good girl, your head fuzzy and cunt well fucked.

He rocked into you slowly, pushing an inch forward only to slide out again, the stretch combined with the pressure quickly making your stomach knot up. You didn't realize you were begging until you felt Jungkook's tongue over yours, his lips cutting off your soft whines.

"Fuck," he breathed out weakly, his hips arching into you off their own accord. "Doing so good for daddy." A kiss. "Gonna take care of you." A whisper. "Gonna give you all you need." A dip of his head, soft lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Little miss free use slut."

His tummy clenched at how sharply you inhaled, at the warm pulse beating around his cock as he sank deeper inside you. You were so tight, moaning into his ear, but too out of it to move, too out of it to do anything but feel the thrill of the pleasure he forced into your body. It was intoxicating, how perfect you were, all his to taint and love, his marks so deep no holy water could scrub them off your soul. He groaned, at this point running on pure instinct, fucking you harder as your cunt clenched around him, struggling to accommodate all of his girth and yet aching to be filled up with more. It was too much to handle; the combination of you, the rush of power, and the heavenly heat he was rutting into tipping him dangerously close to the edge.

"Yeah..." His voice came out as a needy, shaky whisper, an inked hand tightening around your breast. "Fuck." His forehead rested against yours, eyes hooded. "Feel good?"

A hiss escaped him when you clenched in response.

"Oh yeah? Little, slutty hole feels good?"

Jungkook's lips were on yours again before you could process it, muffling the loud moan you let out. You were already falling apart, and there were so many ways he wanted to ruin you and leave you shaking for more. All he could focus now on, though, was the vice grip of your wet, abused cunt, and the obscene sounds it made.

"Oh baby, you gonna come? Look what a pretty, little fucktoy I have here. Only good for one thing, hm?"

His hips stuttered at the shiver that ran through you. He gripped your jaw, the mattress protesting under the force of his thrusts. But the noise was nothing compared to the way you cried out for him, your walls spasming around his cock and drawing a loud, desperate moan out of his pretty mouth. Just like that, he followed you right over the edge, spilling his cum deep inside you, and shamelessly fucking it in even deeper. Eyes scrunched, he let his head rest in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

"Ohh fuck-" His groan broke into a drawn out, raspy whimper. "Yeees."

He came so hard, white spots dancing behind his eyelids, unwilling to stop grinding until his knees felt weak. He tried to catch his breath, his head swimming. You were limp beneath him, your heart still pounding hard against his. Despite the dreamy exhaustion weighing down his bones, he lifted himself up to check up on you, press tender kisses into your lips.

"Are you okay, baby?"

A nod was all you could manage.

"Such a good girl. You did so well."

His fingers reached to work on untying the knots binding your wrists, his dick twitching at the sight of you before him. The spit still shining on your lips, the glow of your flushed skin, the cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. So blissed out, ruined and pretty. All his. But rather than acting on the shivers of arousal that still haven't died down, flowing through his body, Jungkook focused on sitting you up and getting you to the bathroom.

He sat you in a tub filled with warm water, then discarded his own clothes to join you. The snacks he bought you earlier were placed on a tray, within arm's reach. He held you against his chest, fed you a little. He knew you were tired; you needed rest, you needed time to sober up, because you couldn't keep your eyes opened nor move as he washed you.

He rested his wet cheek on the crown of your head, taking a moment to just feel you close, immerse himself in the warmth.

"Baby," he whispered, his arms tightening around your waist, though he wasn't sure if you were still conscious enough to hear or understand him. "What have you done to me? I love you so much all of my soul is gone."

Gone where? Lost in yours, perhaps, the only heaven that actually mattered.

A moment passed in silence, your breathing soft, until an almost incoherent whisper broke him out of his stupor.

"Love you too, daddy."

Jungkook glanced down at you, a fond smile lighting up his face. It was time to go to bed. Tomorrow, he was off work, and he couldn't wait to spend the day with you. Cooking, kissing, watching movies, then rolling a joint. He had a feeling you wouldn't resist this time; you tended to like the games Jungkook chose. He was good at it. He had to be; that was also a part of his job, wasn't it? Making sure playtime with daddy was fun.

And how could he ever do anything but his best for his little girl?

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ LMLY ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!jackson wang x songwriter!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Summary: On the evening before one of your boyfriend's parties you confess to him that you've been doubting yourself lately and he has his heart set on easing your mind.

♡ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names (baby) & that's about all, bbys

♡ A/N: This is my first Jackson Wang request which I'm really happy about because no one ever really requests/write for him (like, y'all, this man's a certified baddie. let's get it together). Thank you @writhingwrecked for putting this request in. I hope you get the comfort you needed from it!

People usually have one of two ideas about who your boyfriend is. They either categorize him as this dark, brooding artist who’s trapped in the spiral of an existential crisis or some frat boy who spends all of his time partying and drinking. If they took the time they’d see what a sweetheart he is, especially when it comes to you.

Seated opposite you on the couch of his penthouse—one of many he has tucked away in different countries—he keeps your feet balanced in his lap, laser focused on painting your toenails your favorite color. Nothing could possibly be cuter than Jackson is with his hair pulled back into the two tiny space buns you put them in earlier, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he applies the final touches to your nails. 

Tonight Jackson’s having one of his infamous parties, this one on a scenic beach in Thailand. It’ll be the first you’ve attended since joining his songwriting team and your first since the two of you began dating. Anyone who’s anyone will be there and you’re determined to look perfect for it. So, needless to say, you sent yourself into a panic when the nail tech canceled on you last minute.

But it was Jackson to the rescue as always, quieting your fears and insisting that you let him take care of you. That’s the Jackson you know. The one who’ll do anything to keep his girl happy. It gives you butterflies watching him be this patient and attentive with you. It makes your heart race a little faster just feeling his fingers brush your skin as he tilts your foot to inspect his handiwork. 

“That tickles!” you giggle, toes wiggling as he tries to keep you still. 

“Hey, stop that! You’re gonna mess it up” he whines, tickling the arch of your foot on purpose this time. 

You twist away from him, jumping up from the couch to go finish your makeup. There’s two hours until you need to head out for the party and the two of you are still lounging around in your towels. It’s about time you pick up the pace anyway. 

“I don’t have time for this. Some of us have to get ready.” 

Catching you by the arm, he carefully pulls you down onto his lap, peppering kisses all over your face. You resist at first but quickly give up the act, relaxing into his arms to soak up the love he so openly pours into you. “Jackson, I’ll never get dressed if you keep this up.”

Running a hand down to your thigh, he gently rubs it, taking in the beauty of your figure as he does so. “Who says I want you to get dressed?” he asks, the sexy rasp of his voice tickling your cheek. You let out an almost weightless moan at the sensation of his lips skimming your jawline. You rest your hands on his bare chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath, lean muscles flexing beneath your touch.  “Aah, baby, we don’t, mmm, have time for this right now. If I don’t look perfect for this—” 

Jackson tilts his head up, gazing into your eyes, “Don’t say that, you always look perfect.” 

“To you because you love me but…” you sigh, shoulders dropping under the weight of self doubt, “Jackson, I have to look good so at least it seems like I’ve done something to deserve to be there with all those talented people. With you”. 

Jackson sits back on the couch, his brow scrunching at a statement he couldn’t disagree with more. “What are you talking about? You are ‘talented people’. The songs you helped me write are beautiful”. 

“What if no one else thinks so? What if the album drops and everyone hates them? What if…I’m just not good enough?”

“Baby, look at me” he begs, scooping your cheeks into his hands, “You are more than good enough. Don’t you ever question that. You’re here with me because you’re the best of the fucking best, because…”

He clears his throat, choking back the sentimental side of him that has him wanting to tear up. You see it anyway, the moisture across his irises that make them shimmer like raindrops catching sunlight. 

“I doubt myself too,” he confesses, “I fear the future, worry if what I’m doing is enough, but as long as I have an amazing woman who loves me like you do I know it must be.” 

“Why are you trying to make me cry?” you pout, sniffling back tears of your own. 

“No, it’s not that, baby. I just want you to know how special you are and that we’re in this together. You belong here.”

His lips meet yours in a quick, sweet kiss. “You belong anywhere you want to be.” The next kiss lasts longer, your lips parting to welcome his. “And I will literally fight anyone who makes you feel any different.”

You giggle but Jackson doesn’t. He’s a softie but he’s cutthroat when it comes to protecting you. 

“You’re so cute when you’re serious.”

“Hmm? Just cute?” he asks, kissing you with everything he has.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifts you from the couch, his tongue refusing to leave the fluffy warmth of your cheeks. You shake your head, shivering as the air from the open window blows gently against your now exposed core. “More than cute. Really, really fucking hot.” 

Jackson lays you back on the couch, spreading your legs to slip in between them. “Now who’s being the cute one?” he teases, draping one of your legs over the back of the couch. His right hand moves between the two of you, tracing all the finer details of your pussy. Your slick folds, so soft against his fingertips. Your stiffening clit, twitching as he circles it. Your dripping entrance that clenches at his presence, growing wetter the deeper he kisses you.

“Mmm, I think she wants some attention, baby” he coos, fingers pushing into you, “Can I taste her?” 

Your head falls back against the arm of the couch, eyes fluttering closed as he works his fingers deep into your core. “Yes, please” you moan, nails faintly scraping his shoulders as he ventures down your body. Pushing your towel away, he takes his time massaging your plush figure, praising your form, soothing your worries.

When his head dips between your legs, he kisses your soft inner thigh until his breath’s warming your core. Jackson’s eyes flick up to you, watching all the pretty faces you make as he teases the ridges of your walls. “Oh my god!” you cry, hips lifting from the cushion as he purses his lips around your clit, suckling at the bud with the perfect amount of pressure.

Jackson locks an arm over your waist, gripping your belly as he pins you back down. “Don’t run from me, baby. How am I gonna make you feel good if you can’t keep still?” 

You grab onto the cushion beneath you, pleading with your body to cooperate but she writhes and arches against his hold, simply refusing to listen. Your walls clamp around his fingers, threatening to push them out, but Jackson only sinks them in deeper, your wetness audible as his soaked wrist comes flush against your slit.

“Jackson…” you moan, glancing between your legs to find his face almost completely buried in your pussy. "Hmm?” he hums, staring back at you with those puppy dog eyes you always melt for. Slipping his fingers out, he drives his tongue into you, slurping your juices down, grateful to taste more of you. 

All you’ve done leading up to tonight is live in your head—stressing, worrying, doubting yourself. The pressure of it all was unbearable but gradually it lifts. With every curve of Jackson’s tongue, a sense of euphoria flows through your body, washing away anything that makes you question the woman that you are.

Jackson needs you, can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your spirit. Your mind. This is what you deserve, to lay back and be pleasured, juices flowing down his throat with not a single thing for you to worry yourself about. Nothing except the pulsing in your core, the pressure building inside of you gradually, letting you bask in each level of intensity before being pushed to another.

“Jackson, mmm, close” you moan and Jackson lets go of your belly, reaching up to hold your hand. Your stomach muscles contract at the return of his fingers. There’s more this time, you aren’t even sure how many, but they’re stretching you so wonderfully, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. Let it all go” Jackson coos, dragging his tongue up your clit. 

Seeing the love in his eyes, the passion, how badly he wants to please you, sends you crashing over the edge. You hold onto his hand, fingers interlaced with his, and ride out your high, letting your body move as it wishes. Jackson keeps dipping his fingers in and out of you, tongue flicking your clit, until you’ve come back down.

“You feel better, baby?” he asks, resting his head on a thigh more comfy than any pillow.

“Mmhmm” you answer between shallow breaths, “I feel wonderful.”

Jackson smiles, leaving a wet kiss on your other thigh, “We don’t have to go tonight, you know? Not if you don’t want to.”

“Actually, I…I wanna go.”

“Oh? Really?” he asks, equal parts shocked and curious about your newfound excitement for tonight. You sit up to pet his cheek, guiding him on top of you. You feel so safe under the weight of him, comforted by the arms now caging you into your little dip in the couch. 

“You believe in me so much, Jackson.” 

“I do.” 

“So, I guess it can’t hurt for me to try to believe in myself a little.” 

Jackson kisses you on the forehead, the nose, the lips. “And never fear the future. Whatever happens, I've got your back. I’ll do anything for you, you know that?" He shifts between your legs and you feel the head of his cock brush your clit. You bring him in for another kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ya know, I might not wanna skip the party but it’s okay if we’re a little late, isn’t it?”

“Anything” he whispers, hips rocking against you, “For you.”

[gutterfuuck]

“you’d never think of doing this to him, never in a million years.” What if we did... 🙈

“what if we did” what if we already do…

cw: somno, maybe fluff i am not sure, this is super short 😭, more tags tba,

it was only that one time!! he fell asleep on your sofa, remote control held loosely in his hand with his head tilted to the side, eyes closed, breathing steady… he was so peaceful, such a quiet sleeper. you’d told him to come upstairs after he had finished the movie that you weren’t too interested in but had decided to go and check on him when you’d noticed that it had been way over two hours.

it was once, just because you wanted to see if you really did like him like that!! you just couldn’t stop yourself from walking behind the sofa, planting a kiss on his forehead and watching as he stirred around for a second. poor thing, cecil’s got him working really hard. why else would he fall asleep and forget to come upstairs to you? he never missed an opportunity to sleep in the same bed. you walked around until you stood in front of him, carefully sitting next to your best friend, your lips pressed to his for just a second. they felt like they were supposed to fit into yours, like he was made for you.

but there was also that one time for just a few minutes!! where your hand found its way into your pants while you stared at his beautiful face his hair scattered on your pillow, your other hand just barely touching his cheek. what were you doing? you’re so gross… your wetness stuck to your fingers when you pulled your hand from your crotch. mark’s eyes fluttered open for a second, yours closed instantly. just go to sleep, this is stupid. and wrong.

oh and the time after that… when you’d both been drinking together after getting back from classes and he’d drank too much. he’d always been a lightweight, you could handle just a little more. you felt bad, felt like you were taking advantage of him. surely he’d understand if he woke up. you straddled his waist on the bed, leaning over him to study his features… another kiss, your hips flush to his and your tongue licking at his lips nervously. did you like him? did you really like your best friend? what was wrong with you, just the other day you had told him that he was nothing but your best friend. you had said it in a nicer way, granted, but you had still hammered that idea in.

mark was just sooo cute when he slept, even cuter when he was in a deep sleep, his stomach tensing and breath hitching as you pumped his dick in your hand. he’d been awake for almost three days straight, something about the threat of a comet that ended up missing by a long shot. you were charmed by the way he’d come straight to you, knocking on your window at early hours of the morning and almost fall asleep on your bed with his costume. you had to get him up, tapping on his shoulder and telling him to go shower, you couldn’t have him sleeping in your clean bed with his costume!! oh but he looked so so sleepy and whined at you to just let him this once, he just needed to rest his eyes for a minute and he swore that he’d get up. you almost let him before you got him up, watching as he flopped off of the bed and yawned, heading towards your bathroom. you already had some of his clothes here, just like he had some of yours over at his house. he’d come back with the towel wrapped around his waist, your eyes scanning his broad and muscled back. had mark always looked like this or was it just the dim light of your desk lamp combined with the shine of the water on his skin? what do they feed these guys at the pentagon!?

he sleepily rifled through your top drawer, rubbing his eyes and picking out one of his shirts and a pair of shorts he had left here months ago. you’d look away as he dressed himself, the thump of his costume and the towel being thrown into the hamper letting you know that he was decent, looking over to him. there he was, there’s his pretty face. that stupid mask covered him away from you. “y’not hungry?” you asked, to which he shook his head no, falling back onto your bed and closing his eyes, a soft ‘good night, y/n..’ coming from his lips. you stroked his hair, waited until you were sure he was asleep and kissed his forehead, turning off your bedside lamp and snuggling in next to him. you couldn’t sleep, the room felt way too warm for some reason and the way mark mumbled your name in his sleep didn’t make it any better.

so here you were, hand on his stomach while the other one slid up and down his cock, steadily keeping a pace that made his thighs flex and back arch just a little off the bed. you spat on it, coating the head and spreading saliva all over the rest of his cock, earning a small moan from mark, his face flushing in his sleep as he called out for you again. so, so cute. he did that often, saying your name was like a habit to him, it wasn’t rare to hear him call out to you subconsciously.

this felt so strange, it was so wrong, you just couldn’t stop. you wanted to talk him through it, wanted to coo little words of encouragement to him, but didn’t out of fear of having him wake up. ironic, seeing as how you were working your hand up and down his leaking dick and he hadn’t once opened his eyes.

and not to forget that one time where you kissed the little space between his collarbones and he turned to face you, his eyes still closed. he seemed so sensitive, you wanted to know how he’d sound awake. you wanted to know what reactions he’d have then, if he’d have teary eyes while you overstimulated him or if he’d try to silence his groans shyly.

you don’t count the times you’d been half asleep and half awake and had felt him touching your body since you hadn’t been the one to sneakily explore his body. there he was, being cute again. sp shy, fearing rejection before he’d just weigh out his options logically to see that you’d like him just as much if not more if he was to tell you how he really felt.

[milkyboiiiii]

Hakkai, Inupi, Shinichiro, and Souya.

What turns them on the fastest and how feral do they get?

───𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧?───

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This took me forever! Hakkai is so hard to write for some reason. I hope you enjoy this became I spent 8 hours on it 🫠

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Hakkai Shiba, Seishu Inupi, Shiniciro Sano, Souya Kawata

(Unprotected sex, cream pie, oral both receiving)

NSFW below the cut!

𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

He gets so easily turned on; every little touch you give makes him hard. There seems to be an endless list of things that turn him on. However, there is one thing that never fails to motivate him - receiving praise!

Hakkai gets so flustered at any little compliment you give him.

Hakkai was holding you in his arms as you lay in bed, the early morning sun lighting up his face. He looked stunning. The soft golden glow highlighted his features perfectly.

You run your fingers through his hair, it felt so silky and soft of course his hair was perfect too.

"You're gorgeous Hakkai"

He froze as a dark blush quickly crept on his cheeks. Even after all this time the two of you have been together he still doesn't know what to do when he receives a compliment.

"Your blush just makes you look even cuter right now ♡~"

His face was now as red as a tomato. The final nail in the coffin was when you moved on top of him and kissed him on his cheek. That's when you realized just how your words affected him, feeling his hard cock pressed against your ass.

"Mmm~ I'm sorry…" Hakkai felt so embarrassed that you just telling him how pretty he is got him that hard that fast. Before he could say anything more he felt your hips grind down against his hard-on causing him to let out a needy moan.

"A-ah~ Please, I need you" Hakkai whined out looking at you with his best puppy dog eyes. God, he was so cute underneath you begging for your touch.

Slowly running your hand down his toned body, you make your way to the waistband of his sweats. Pulling them down and freeing his painfully hard cock, giving it a few pumps. Hakkai eagerly bucked his hips up into your hand. "Want me that bad don't you baby?" Hakkai lets out a shakey breath and nods his head.

You slip out of your shorts, removing your panties with them. Lining yourself up with his length, you slowly lower yourself down his cock.

Hakkai felt like he was in a trance as he watched you try and take the entirety of his length in your little cunt. He grabbed you by the hips, pushing you down until he bottomed out inside of you.

The way his cock fills you feels heavenly, the stretch alone makes you feel like you can cum right then and there. You toss your head back and let out a delighted moan. After taking a few seconds to adjust to his size you start to bounce on Hakkai's cock.

"Feels s' good 'kai" You pant, moving your hands to hold onto his thighs. The slight shift in position allows for his cock to hit your sweet spot perfectly, each movement producing a moan from you.

Your pace was met with a thrust of Hakkai's hips as you both get close to your releases.

"mhmm…fuck! Gonna cum!" Hakkai loudly whines out, his hips desperately meeting yours. "Be a good boy and cum for me" As soon as those words left your lips he held you down against him as his cum painted your walls. The feeling of him filling you up was enough to send you over the edge.

You collapse onto Hakkai's chest trying to catch your breath. Hakkai held you close against him rubbing small circles on your back as he kissed the top of your head.

"Made me feel so good 'kai" you murmured gently placing a kiss on his collarbone. He lets out a low sigh "Careful cutie, keep telling me that and we might be at it all night"

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𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐩𝐢

Nothing gets him harder than you getting so needy that you whine and beg for him. Teasing you for hours just to hear you beg him to touch you.

Inupi had you tied to his bed with a vibrator just barely pressed against your clit. You've been like this for almost an hour, the vibrator just barely giving you any pleasure.

"Please Inui, I need more~" you whine out

"Please what?" Inupi says with a serious tone as he moves closer to his bed.

"Please sir"

"That's better" Inupi presses the vibrator harder against your clit. You squirm and whine "N-No" Inupi looks at you with a puzzled expression "No? I thought you wanted more."

Shaking your head "Want you sir, need you"

"Is that so?" Inupi lifts your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him, you nod your head.

"Use your words" He says turning the vibrator to its highest setting. Letting out a loud moan at the sudden rush of pleasure "Ah~ Yes sir!"

Inupi lets out a deep chuckle hearing you wine as he pulls the toy away from your needy cunt. "Beg for me slut. Beg for me to fill your sluty little hole with my cock."

You whine and plead "Please sir, need you so badly. Need your cock to make me feel good"

"That's more like it" Inupi runs his fingers through your folds gathering your slick and rubbing it on his cock as lube. He lines himself up with your hole, the tip of his cock barely stretching your hole. Whining as you're so close to getting what you've been wanting for hours. Inupi slowly slides himself into your tight cunt letting out a hiss "Shit! So tight and wet f'r me, needy little pussy misses my cock doesn't it?" The stretch of his cock has you moaning and whimpering like a whore. No matter how many times you've slept with him, his cock always stretched you like you were a virgin.

Inupi grabs you by the hips as he pounds into you with an unrelenting pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His head was buried in the crook of your neck groaning as he leaves a trail of bites and kisses to the sensitive skin. You've become a moaning mess underneath him, your brain has become mush and all you can do is let out soft moans of his name.

"S-so close Inu~" you whimper out as you feel your release grow closer and closer. Inupi rubs tight little circles on your clit "I wanna feel this pussy cream on my cock, gonna do that f'r me?"

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, making your thighs quiver as you scream out Inupi's name, creaming on his cock. After a few more thrusts, you feel Inupi's seed fill you up, his orgasm following not long after yours.

As he pulls out his cum spills out of your hole and he quickly scopes it up and fingers it back in you. "Such a good girl for me" he says gently kissing your forehead before untieing you from the bed. Holding you in a tight embrace as he rubs your wrists, knowing they'll be bruised tomorrow.

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Shinichiro… He's so touched starved and craves it from you. Your touch always makes his dick twitch. He's so pent up from not having a girlfriend for so long, that something as small as you hugging him just a little longer than usual makes him rock hard.

It always starts as a sweet cuddle session, him laying on top of you, his head on your chest, and you playing with his hair. He'll rest his hand on your thigh, slowly running it up and down its length. It's all so wonderful, but your touch makes him so needy. So soon enough your cuddle sessions end up with his head buried between your thighs and your hands tangled in his hair.

"Taste so good sweetheart" Shin says with a low chuckle that you feel in your pussy. He licks at your bud before slowly inserting his fingers inside your needy hole. You moan tossing your head back into the pillows as he fingers you open.

"You like that princess? Makin' you feel good?" All you could do in response is let out a pathetic moan and nod your head.

You look so cute coming undone for him like this.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you moaned out "Gonna cum Shin~"

"Go on princess, cum for me" Shiniciro says with a low groan.

Almost as soon as he had said that, you were cuming around his fingers. Shin lets out a satisfied groan as he licked your juices off his fingers. He moves onto the bed, pulling out his cock and giving it a few quick pumps lining it up with your hole. "Think you can take it, princess?"

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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚

Oh sweet baby Souya, seeing you in anything slightly revealing always gives him a hard-on.

You showed up to your date wearing a mini skirt and thigh highs that hug your thighs perfectly. Poor Souya has to try and hide his raging erection for the rest of the evening. Meanwhile, you're completely oblivious to the effect you have on him, or at least he thought. You could tell something was wrong by how red his face was.

"Souya honey, is everything ok?"

Your asking made him blush even more. He does his best to advert you gase in fear looking at your beautiful face would only make his situation worse. "Y-yeah, everything's fine love!"

When you moved closer to him he tried to wiggle away hoping to hide his problem from you. "I can tell something's wrong Souya" You just keep making him more and more flushed as you lean in.

As you got closer you noticed his hard cock straining in his pants. "Oh I see now…did my outfit get you that excited?" Souya was embraced to say it but yes, yes you did manage to do that to him. He didn't say anything but his bashful face told you all you needed. "Since I caused this, shouldn't I be the one to fix it?" you say moving your hand to rub his hard bulge. Souya let out a slight groan and nodded his head, permitting you to go further.

Undoing his pants, his hardened member practically sprang out. You smear the little bead of precum on his tip and slide your hand down, giving him a few pumps before lowering your head. You give kitten licks to the tip before taking his length into your mouth. Souya moans as you take him in your mouth. He puts his hand on your head slowly bobbing your head on his cock. You rest your hands on his thighs as you take all of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bring your head back up.

Souya grabs your hair shoving your head down on his cock, moaning as he spills his seed down your throat.

Wiping the mix of drool and pre off your lips you let out a quiet giggle "I might wear that skirt more often…"

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Scream Three Times

[Part 1/2(plot)]/[Part 2/2(smut)]

Synopsis: This is entirely smut, read part 1 for the plot

Pairing: MMF Ghostface (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) x Reader

Word Count: 3,917

Contains: f receiving oral, m receiving oral, double blowjob, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, creampies

You entered the room, your gaze landing on the queen-sized bed checkered with dark green and red square patterns. Bedside tables with lamps flanked either side, and you couldn't help but find the room's decor more than a little unappealing. Your mind briefly wandered to what Stu's room might have been like. 

A set of hands on your hips jolted you back to the present. Stu's head rested on your shoulder and he leaned toward your ear, his hands sliding under your robe to the waistband of your skirt. 

“You know, it's not just my cock that's better than Billy's,” he whispered, then stuck out his tongue playfully. It was so long you could see it from beside your face even without turning your head. You bit the inside of your cheek as your face grew warm when he pulled your skirt down, revealing your black lace panties. 

Billy stepped in front of you, his predatory eyes tracing your form hungrily. He untied your black robe and you let it fall to the ground. Then he smirked and reached out with both hands, touching the bare skin of your belly just below your crop top. 

“Cute,” he complimented your glow-in-the-dark ghost shirt before taking the hem and lifting it over your head, uncovering your matching lace black bra. “...Cuter.” 

Stu unclasped the bra, and slid the straps down your arms until it, too, was discarded. He couldn't help himself cupping your breasts from behind, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. 

A gasp fell from your lips, making Billy's smirk grow. 

“Sensitive?” He said in a low tone, licking his lips before leaning forward, sucking your left nipple between his lips. You groaned as Billy's tongue circled your bud, leaning against Stu's lean torso while his hands traced up and down your sides. 

Billy released you, but only long enough for Stu to spin you around and seat you at the edge of the bed. All you were wearing now were your panties, fishnet stockings, and knee-high black boots. You could tell both men appreciated the view. 

Then Stu fell to his knees in front of you. His eyes raised to meet yours from between your legs, and when he took hold of your panties you lifted yourself to help him pull them off. 

Now fully bare, you felt their eyes drinking you in. 

“I wanna taste you,” Stu said, his mouth hanging open as he looked up at you, pleading for permission. 

You nodded and opened your legs, allowing Stu to get closer. He traced his hands up your legs before he reached your thighs, then set your leg over his shoulder, the heel of your boot resting between his shoulder blades.

“Good girl,” Billy praised, sitting beside you on the bed and carding his hand through your hair. You looked over at Billy, who's other hand moved to your cheek. He was so close you could see hazel flecks in his eyes as he leaned forward, capturing your lips with his.

The moment he kissed you, Stu's mouth met your entrance, both equally as passionate. When Billy's tongue parted your lips hungrily, Stu's did as well. And while Billy explored your mouth, Stu's tongue circled your folds, finding your bud and flicking over it. 

“She's so fucking wet, Billy,” Stu said appreciatively before thrusting his tongue into you, making your hips buck against him. 

Billy broke the kiss, his lips and eyes glossy. “Yeah? I want a taste.”

But Stu ignored him, his tongue inching deeper into you, flicking over your g-spot. His nose was pressed against your clit, and you ran your hand through his short brown hair to hold him close as tingles built from your toes up your legs. 

“I said I want a taste,” Billy growled, standing and shoving Stu's shoulder. But Stu didn't move, his hands gripping your ass, holding you against his lips as he brought you toward your release. You moaned, your legs tightening around the sides of his head. 

But just as you were about to cum, Billy yanked Stu back from you, making him fall back on his rear.

“What the fuck man, she was gonna cum!” Stu complained. 

“Don't be greedy, Stu,” Billy warned. “I get what I want.” 

Stu scoffed, still sitting on the floor. Billy ignored him, his gaze belonging to you alone. He kneeled between your legs, and kissed up your thigh slowly. When he reached your core, he planted more kisses. You whimpered slightly, your near-orgasm making his touch unbearably gentle. 

“I'll let you cum soon,” Billy promised.

Stu crawled up onto the bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his hand squeezing your breast. 

Then, Billy's thumb found your clit. He started with slow circles, and built to a quick pace. His other hand spread your folds, and his tongue worked its way into you, though maddeningly, it wasn't long enough to reach your g-spot as Stu's had. 

Stu kissed up the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe before tracing your jawline, pulling your lips to meet his. Billy played with your clit, his touch building you up. You could taste yourself on Stu, and knew it was the same taste Billy was enjoying. 

Stu's kisses were more desperate than Billy's had been. He leaned into you, his hands exploring your hips, stomach, and breasts. You stripped off his shirt and explored him in return, tracing down his lean abs until you met the unmistakable bulge in his pants. When you gripped his length through his jeans, he moaned into your mouth. 

“Fuuuuck,” Stu panted, thrusting his hips against your hand. “You're so fucking hot. I want more.” 

You thought he meant for you to touch him, but when you went to unzip his pants, he instead slipped to the floor and took your leg that wasn't wrapped around Billy's shoulder over his instead. Billy broke from eating you out, glaring at Stu. 

You almost couldn't believe how good it looked to have both men between your legs. Stu took Billy's breaking away as an open invitation, his tongue tracing your outer folds before dipping into you. You arched your back, then felt a set of fingers on your sensitive bud. When you looked down, you couldn't believe your eyes. 

Stu was working tongue back toward your g-spot, and Billy was expertly toying with your clit. The moment Stu reached your sweet spot, you hissed through your teeth, sparks once again building through your body. 

“Cum for us,” Billy commanded, his fingers moving even faster, bringing you to your breaking point. Your legs squeezed the boys’ heads together as your orgasm washed over you, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips. You felt your inner walls closing around Stu's tongue before Billy pushed him aside and took over, lapping at your cum. 

Stu allowed himself to fall back, and watched as Billy pushed your thighs open, his fingers still working your clit until you fell into a second surprise orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the time Billy released you, the heels of your boots thudding against the hardwood floor as you fell onto your back on the bed, your eyes fluttering closed. Blood rushed in your ears, and you took a moment to attempt to compose yourself.

“Sit up, beautiful,” Billy said. You complied, though your body felt loose and uncoordinated. When you opened your eyes, Billy and Stu were standing in front of you, clad only in their boxers. Your eyes traced their bodies; both had hairless chests, while Billy had a bit more muscle definition. Stu's cock formed a thick and curved indent, while Billy's was less lengthy but far more erect, tenting his black boxers. 

You licked your lips. 

“Wanna taste our cocks, baby?” Stu crooned, gripping his bulge with one hand. 

“I think she does,” Billy said. He gestured for you to scoot closer. “Come on.”

You moved to the end of the bed and placed one hand on each of their boxer's waistbands, then pulled them down. Billy's was more difficult, as his cock was so erect it fought against the fabric, but once freed, both were fucking gorgeous. 

Before you realized what you were doing, your hands wrapped around both. They had a similar thickness, but Stu's was so long that even as it hardened under your touch it was too heavy to fully stand. Billy's, however, seemed to have a mind of its own, twitching and throbbing against your fingertips. 

You rubbed your thighs together, still slick with their combined efforts, and hesitated on which you wanted to taste first. Feeling bold, you brought the boys closer before opening your mouth as wide as it would go and sucking both heads into your mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” Stu gasped, staggering a bit. Billy's head fell back, and even though he bit his lip he couldn't stifle the moan that tumbled from his lips. 

Billy's hand found the back of your head, threading through your hair and pulling you down on them. There wasn't enough space to take them much further, but neither seemed to mind. You swirled your tongue over their heads, and reveled in the taste of their beaded precum.

“Damn, you really wanna please, don't you?” Billy said. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and nodded, careful not to lose your precarious hold. 

Billy's grin grew. “Think you can take all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours?” 

You nodded again, running your tongue over them together one last time before letting them slip messily from your lips, a string of saliva briefly connecting the three of you. Kissing Stu's cock and wrapping a hand around it, you then angled Billy's toward you. You ran the flat of your tongue alongside the bottom of his dick before taking the head and lowering your mouth slowly onto him, cupping his balls with one hand.

While you did this, you made sure to give Stu just as much attention. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and stroked the full impressive length. The skin was velvety, and you indulged in the feeling of your hand gliding over his heavy thickness. 

Stu loved everything you did, his hips involuntarily thrusting into your hand. Billy's cock was so stiff you were glad he wasn't as tall as Stu so you didn't have to sit up on your knees to keep him between your lips. 

Billy stroked your hair, his dark lashes fluttering shut as you pleasured him. True to your word, you wanted to try taking him all. With a deep breath, you forced your head down his length. Your throat tightened as you gagged, but you pushed through it until you reached the base, tears springing from your eyes. Billy moaned, and your cunt throbbed at the sound.

You could tell Stu was getting needy; precum leaked from his tip, and his breath was catching. So, you released Billy's cock, which popped from your lips, and moved to Stu's. 

Though he was taller, Stu's cock was already dipped down toward you. You kissed the tip and looked up at him with a teary gaze before bringing him into your welcoming mouth. 

Stu may as well have had hearts in his eyes. You gripped the base and stroked. He was big enough that you had no chance of taking him all, but that wasn't going to stop you from trying. You used your hand to lubricate his length, forcing your head down until stars pricked the corners of your vision. 

Your free hand fisted Billy's powerful length, your earlier attention making it easy to quicken your pace, stroking him rapidly, his fist still tangled in your hair.

“Oh fuuuck,” Stu groaned. His hand moved to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. To your surprise, Billy took control, forcing you even further down onto Stu. 

You couldn't breathe now, but your dripping pussy convinced you that air was a luxury you couldn't afford—not if you wanted to keep indulging in such gorgeous cocks. So you kept going until you had to break away, backing onto the bed, coughing and sputtering, a long strand of precum and spit trailing from you to Stu even still. 

“You look so desperate, princess,” Billy cooed, coming to the edge of the bed, his fist around his cock. “You need to be filled, huh?” 

You nodded, biting your lip and spreading your legs open, your eyes darting between the men. Which was going to take you first? You had to admit, Stu's cock was more intimidating of a size, but the sheer hardness and curve of Billy's promised intense sensations as well. 

Billy climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your knees. You should have known he'd want you first, your slick pussy was too tempting of an offer. Stu hopped onto the bed beside you, his hand quickly finding your breast and squeezing it as he rutted against your hip, trailing kisses down the side of your neck. 

“When he's done, I'll show you what you've been missing all your life,” Stu whispered into the cleft of your neck as Billy circled the palm of his hand against your sensitive bud. You could only groan in response.

Billy rested his length between your lips, thrusting up against your slick, still palming your clit. When he caught at your entrance and picked up the pace of his hand, you felt your pussy clench in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed inside, your heat welcoming him with a desperate fluttering. 

“Damn, baby,” Billy praised, his voice low. Stu moved from kissing your neck to your breast, one hand on your stomach and his tongue tracing over your nipple. 

Billy began with slow thrusts, savoring the way you gripped him. But he couldn't hold back for long. The way you looked being fondled by his best friend was perfect, he couldn't have dreamed up a sexier scene. He picked up his pace, and you felt his curved length digging into your soft fleshy walls. You moaned as he took hold of your hips and pulled you even closer, but Stu silenced your moan with a kiss. Your hand found Stu's cock and you stroked it while Billy pounded into you, his balls slapping loudly against you. 

You felt your hip grow sticky as Stu's cock dripped with need, but he remained patient while Billy hiked your hips up so you would wrap your legs around him. He pushed in deep, and your pussy throbbed.

Stu's kisses were deep and urgent, your sounds of pleasure into his mouth met with fervor. His fingers plucked and rolled your nipple, his tongue caressed yours, and his hips grinded against you. All the while, Billy thrust into you kissed along your leg that was tossed over his shoulder. When he noticed your eyes on him he took your fishnet tights between his teeth and flashed you a smirk.

You grinned against Stu's kiss, and Stu returned the smile before looking up at Billy. “She's a fucking goddess, man. Holy shit,” he laughed, his eyes flitting back down to meet yours. 

“And you haven't even been inside this pussy yet. Try it,” Billy responded, pulling out and kneeling at your side, spreading you open for Stu with his hold on your leg.

Stu kissed your cheek before standing up excitedly and making his way to the end of the bed. He allowed Billy to set your leg on his shoulder as he kneeled before you, stroking his cock. Billy scooted up until he was beside you as you laid on your back, and set your head on his lap.

Your breath caught. You'd just had Billy Loomis between your legs, and now Stu Macher was about to claim you too. You'd never felt more desired in your life.

Stu couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of your used pussy on display, shining with arousal. He stopped stroking himself and just stared, enraptured. You and Billy watched as Stu’s Adam's apple bobbed when his mind caught up to his need to swallow his drool and remember to breathe. 

He slapped his heavy cock down onto your stomach, then slid it slowly down until the head notched into you. 

You were the one who had to remember to breathe this time. 

“She must be a goddess, because this pussy is sending me to heaven,” Stu said as his girthy cock pushed into you. His words were supposed to be a joke, but you could tell as he bottomed out inside you that he actually believed them. 

And you were beginning to feel similarly. You'd never been this turned on before. Being used like this by two men felt better than any sex you'd ever had.

“Dude, she can take me,” Stu said, disbelief in his voice. 

“All of you?” Billy asked incredulously.

Stu manhandled your ass and pulled you flush against his pelvis, rocking his hips back and forth while you mewled and clutched at the bedsheets. 

“Yuh-huh. I've never felt this before, holy shit,” Stu said, his smile growing. He leaned over you and rolled his hips, his length stretching you in all directions. Your eyes rolled in response, and Billy laughed. 

“Maybe when she's mine, I'll still let you fuck her,” Billy said, smirking as he pet your head. “If she's a good girl, that is.”

You couldn't respond; your eyes were rolling back and you were too lost in the sensations to feel embarrassed about the sounds you were making. 

“Billy, I don't think I can leave this pussy,” Stu moaned. “I'm trying not to be greedy. Want to share?” 

“What, like now?” Billy asked, his fingers lazily gripping his cock as he watched his best friend bottom out inside you. 

“If she's cool with it.” Stu leaned closer, his lips against your ear. “If you think this feels good, just wait ‘till we're both inside you.” He then licked at your earlobe and nipped it before drawing back.

“How ‘bout it, baby? You ever had two dicks at once?” Billy questioned. 

You couldn't verbalize anything other than moans, but managed to shake your head. 

“Wanna try it?”

It was all you could do to nod, barely able to make eye contact with Billy as Stu thoroughly made use of your hungry cunt. 

“There's no more perfect girl than you, babe,” Stu practically purred, and you felt his cock throb as Billy laid down and pulled you —still with Stu inside—to lay on top of his chest. 

His hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks, slick with the wetness that squelched out of you with every thrust. You felt one of Billy's arms cross over your stomach, and his other hand snaked between you to finger your tight ass. 

You hadn't been with anyone in a while, and anal was not something you expected to be doing anytime soon, but now you were craving it. The idea of two perfect cocks belonging to two beautiful men stuffing you full almost made you cry with desire. 

“I'll go slow, okay?” Billy said from beneath you, grinding his groin against your ass cheeks. 

“Mmh,” you managed to respond. 

Stu slowed down to allow Billy to work his way into you. “This is gonna be so fucking amazing,” he giggled, squeezing your tits. 

The way Billy's cock curved had you feeling stuffed the moment he entered you. You whimpered while he slowly pushed further in. The pressure of his cock squeezing against the underside of Stu's while they both filled you out was euphoric. 

Tension pulled at your core, and you wrapped your trembling legs around Stu's hips, babbling, “Oh my God, fuck, fuck, please!”

“You've been such a good girl, sweetheart,” Billy said, his hands threading through your hair to move it aside and kiss your neck from below. “We’re gonna make you cum so hard you'll never feel the same. You'll always need at least one of us to feel like this,” he whispered against your soft flesh.

Then, Stu leaned forward and pushed in deeper. He began with slow thrusts as he bowed his head to your chest and curled his tongue around your pert nipple. Billy took your other nipple between his fingers and plucked at it teasingly, rocking his hips up into you. 

Your brain was fuzzy. It was all you could do to hold on to Stu with your legs while you moved one arm over your head, gripping Billy's hair. He grunted when you pulled, sending another rush of heat through you. 

God, they both sounded so insanely good. Stu was more vocal, panting as he picked up his pace, but Billy's low groans were just as delicious. 

Your composure crumbled when their thrusts synchronized, and you moaned, your back arching and your toes curling. Stu kept your hips stable between the two of them as cool tingles radiated from deep inside you. Both your ass and your pussy were so sensitive you whimpered pathetically as the tingles mounted before finally spilling over. The orgasm was intense, non-stop, and overwhelming as you throbbed against their cocks. 

“Ohhh fuck,” Stu said, his voice cracking. You couldn't concentrate on Stu or anything else for that matter, you just held onto the boys for dear life. Then, you felt it—Stu's cock pulsating deep inside you, flooding your cunt with his seed. He and Billy kept on thrusting through his climax, your combined orgasms lewdly squelching and dripping down your joined bodies, coating Billy's balls and pushing him to his own orgasm that he was sure to release as deep inside you as possible. 

The three of you were a tangle of panting, sweaty bodies. When they pulled out, a mess of cum followed, staining the sheets. You were far too blissful to begin feeling embarrassed about it. 

Stu and Billy each took you by an arm, pulling you up to the pillows at the head of the bed. There you snuggled between them, utterly spent. The three of you lay in exhausted, comfortable silence as you caught your collective breath.

After some time, Billy trailed a lazy finger up your side. “So, who won?” He asked, his dark eyes drinking in your body before meeting your gaze. Stu's head popped up from where he'd been cuddling up against your other side with a grin, waiting to hear your verdict. 

But there was only one thing made clear in your muddled, fucked-out mind. 

“Both of you. I want both,” you muttered, your heart pounding as you looked at each of them. 

“Both?” Billy's eyes shot up to Stu's. “Our girl is needy, huh?” 

Stu laughed, wrapping a leg around yours. “Hey, that was the best fucking sex I've ever had. If you're down for it…”

Billy looked thoughtful before a smirk slid over his face. “Yeah. I think I can share. You wanna be ours?” Billy asked, his voice low and sultry. 

“Y-yes, please,” you said, nodding and biting your lip. You'd came so hard it was difficult to believe this was real. That you'd asked for both, and they actually obliged. 

“You'll be the most spoiled girlfriend in the world, babe,” Stu promised, kissing your cheek, his eyes sparkling. 

“And the most desired,” Billy said, proving his point by rutting his hardening cock against your hip. 

You sighed, closing your eyes in pure bliss and holding both men close. 

Yeah, you could get used to this.

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Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is ‘I’m sorry’ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.

Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak

Word count // 1,405

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

What were you doing?

If someone could help you navigate your emotions, you’d accept the help immediately. Unfortunately, they were either busy fawning over Neteyam or doing their daily life’s work.

You found yourself attracted to Neteyam in a way that you’d never felt before. Your brain offered the possibility of manipulation, but Neteyam wasn’t that kind of person.

Was he?

Before, you couldn’t stand being near him. Not even for a minute. Now, you couldn’t stand the thought of being far from him.

It was like your brain did a sudden 180 and you had no idea how to process your new feelings.

When you were near him, all you could do was eye his lips. You seemed to be sensitive to his rough, calloused hands that brushed against your soft skin occasionally.

At times, when you were alone, you could smell his musky masculine scent that only belonged to him. It danced on the breeze, teasing your senses, whispering of what you were beginning to want but couldn’t allow yourself to have.

It wasn’t until you got drunk at a feast that things progressed rather suddenly.

Neteyam’s arms wrapped protectively around you as he guided you back to your family’s alcove, your feet dragging through the lush soft greenery all around you. You swayed around in his grasp, stumbling so many times that you couldn’t help but wonder how he was keeping you upright.

“Y’know, I used ta hate yer guts,” you slurred as he guided you in and towards your sleeping mat.

“I know,” he responded dismissively, tucking you into the bed. Your hand slipped into his, your grip keeping him from leaving you just yet.

“I don’ hate you no more.”

His hairless eyebrows arched at that statement and you patted the mat beside you, letting him know you wanted him to sit with you. He did just that, sitting down while waiting for you to explain exactly what you meant.

“I can’t stop lookin’ at you. Everythin’ is about you. I smell you everywhere. I feel you everywhere too. I can’t go nowhere without you bein’ there.”

He was starting to grow confused now, brows scrunched together to make him look even cuter than he had looked before.

“Come here,” you instruct, pulling him down so that he was mere inches from your own. Your finger touched his lips, sliding down slowly to feel the plumpness of the soft skin beneath the pad of your thumb.

“You broke my heart. So why do I… want to kiss you so much?”

You were drunk. Heavily drunk. But he couldn’t help himself.

“Is that so?” he whispered as he leaned in a bit more, breath brushing softly against your own lips.

“You want to kiss me? Well then, Y/n. Kiss me. I’m right here.”

You didn’t need any more prompting than that. Your fingers entangled in his hair, closing the distance as you press your lips against his. Lips parted and pressed against his own, you feel his tongue poke into your mouth, brushing lightly over your teeth before fighting for dominance with your own tongue.

Despite the passionate heat of the kiss, you do nothing more than that, as it satisfied your craving for his lips. The only downside to this moment of pure bliss was that your craving would come back with a vengeance.

When you woke with a thudding pain in your skull in the morning, you found yourself curled in his grasp, your head resting against his chest. You took a moment to just feel the steady rise and fall of his chest cavity, still half asleep and a little confused about who’s lap you were in.

After a couple minutes of confusion, you finally gather the courage to look up at the owner of the lap and you squeak, jumping out of his lap. Your sudden movements startle him out of his sleep and he tilted his head to watch you with a silent curiosity.

“Please tell me we didn’t do anything,” you pleaded with him, watching as his tongue poked out to swipe over his thin lips.

“Well… we didn’t do too much, if that’s what you mean.”

You groan, hands falling to rest on your hips, gaze burning into his surprisingly calm eyes.

“You know that’s not what I meant. What happened last night?”

He stood up slowly, stretching out his body, and you can’t help but find yourself entranced in the stretch of his ribs and chest, arms straight out in the air.

When he straightened, he smiled a lopsided grin at you, pushing some of the beaded braids behind his ear.

“You confessed your feelings to me. How you really wanted to kiss me and how obsessed you currently are with me. I just went along with it. I told you to kiss me if you wanted to and you definitely wanted to. That’s about it, though. We didn’t do anything else other than kiss. Now, some good breakfast will help you look a little less like you’ve just seen Eywa herself.”

You ignore him, hand to your forehead as you paced, mumbling to himself.

“I-I didn’t mean it! I was drunk and you know it!”

Neteyam can’t help but smirk at your feeble attempt to explain what had taken course the night before. He moved to touch your wrist but you shied from his touch. That’s when he sighed. An impatient, exasperated sigh that only belonged to a parent with a difficult child.

“Look. I really don’t mind it, Y/n. I kind of enjoyed it, actually.”

“Of course you would,” you snap back before you could stop it and a look of hurt flashed across his face for just a split second.

“Neteyam, I-”

“I have to go. I have a lot of things to do today. I hope you get some food. Take care of yourself, alright?”

He left before you could get another word in and you felt the sinking of your guilt deep in the pit of your stomach, your own words coming back to slap you in the face.

You shouldn’t have been so harsh with him. It wasn’t right of you to behave like that. He was only trying to help, after all.

Straightening your clothing and fixing your hair, you try to hold your head high, but it was no use with the shame of what you’d just done weighing heavy on your shoulders.

»»——⍟——««

He was avoiding you, leaving you feeling that guilt and shame wherever you went. You didn't know how to approach him, especially when he seemed to always disappear as you are coming to apologize.

This was what you wanted, right? For him to leave you alone so that you could live your life without heartbreak.

Right?

Something wasn’t settling in your heart and, as you focused on what it could possibly, you realized that in trying to avoid more pain in the deepest cavities of your chest where your fickle little organ was, you’d broken your own heart.

Oh, the irony of this whole situation.

You were no quitter, though. He hadn’t deserved your backlash and, as you sat and thought about everything that had happened since he’d come back home, you’d applied your knowledge to the situation at hand.

He had been trying his best to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid that he’d do what he’d done in the past. He’d changed and he was desperately trying to get that through your guarded mind in the best ways he could.

You had to apologize.

Working hard and planning carefully, you came up with a way to jump him so that he couldn’t avoid you anymore. You were going to show him that you’d changed too. You’d changed so much more since he’d come back to you and you needed him to see it too.

You weren’t perfect. Not by a long shot. Emotions were hard to understand and, since you’d pushed them aside for so long, you didn’t know the slightest thing about how to interpret your own.

You just hoped that he’d understand that too. You had to make him understand that you were like one of those earth flowers. The rose. You had so many thorns and each one hurt more than the last. You needed someone to smooth out the sharp points of your heart and mind. And he was the person you needed.

Taglist // @earthling55 / @cardi-bre91 / @bambithewriter

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Muzan indulging in human pleasures with the divine being, Lilith. 🖤

Muzan x Lilith!reader Headcanons

Synopsis: The Demon King, Muzan, believes that he can find success in defeating all who oppose him, along with the location of blue spider lilies if he summons what is considered to be a goddess among demons. It seems that he doesn’t get what he believes he has bargained for. Warnings: mild season 1/2. season 3-1 spoilers.

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• Muzan summons you with the souls of the lower moon’s that has died and that he has killed. He knew fully well that he would probably be struck down and that you would ravage the earth in an angry stead as revenge for being (literally) demonized for your femininity…but that outcome was surely better than losing. He was tired of being failed by his own creations for hundreds of years.

• When you appear in your true form, even he is unable to comprehend what’s in front of him. Most mortals, demons, will never be able to wrap their heads around godhood.

• You manifested your physical body, bare and naked, resembling a vulnerable human woman.

“Lilith.” Muzan called sternly, trying to mask his fear of rejection and outright being destroyed. It seemed as though you were trying to get your bearings again. The earth hasn’t been corrupted by your presence since the beginning of time. “(y/n).” You said flatly. “I go by (y/n) now. It’s much cuter.”

You picked yourself up off of the ground, as you had fallen and could not walk when you assumed a more domestic form. “Find me something to wear, child.” You commanded, a small smile gracing your lips.

Were you…ordering Muzan around!?

You took a look around, not at all used to what you were seeing. You were in the “Infinite Castle” but, of course, you didn’t know that. Nearby, you saw an assortment of human-made things. A wooden table decorated with glass bottles, all with unusual shapes. They held clear liquids, red liquids, and a scent that you recognized to be blood. You then noticed that the feeble demon that summoned you had not moved yet.

You strode over to the desk, before reaching for once of the glass containers.

“Don’t touch that-“

Your head snapped over to Muzan. “I won’t repeat myself.” With a close eyed smile, you waved the demon to rid himself of his presence.

• Muzan quickly fetched you a kimono. The best he could find was the one who would wear when he would masquerade as a woman. You didn’t mind. It fit perfectly and smelled pleasant.

• The first thing Muzan asked was if blue spiders lilies could be found and if so, where were they? You didn’t seem obligated to help.

When you heard his question, you froze for a moment. Muzan’s jaw clenched with anticipation as he examined your face. You seemed to be thinking…perhaps some kind of divine knowledge would make his goals much more obtainable.

You giggled sweetly, as you had noticed the man stiffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your face. Your tone of voice. Your body language. It looked as if you were…lying to him. It felt as if he were being mocked, laughed at by a woman shaped demon.

• You would make Muzan work for his knowledge. You haven’t indulged in anything mortals had the pleasure of doing all the time. You would make him show you everything he had missed. The new job you had given him could be mistaken as being a lover. He seemed to be the strongest among his kind so you must keep him on a leash.

• You had him style your hair, satisfy your curiosity by answering anything you asked as honestly as he could and participate in any activity you found yourself wanting to do. This went on for a while. Longer than Muzan would admit. It seemed like he really wanted access to your wisdom.

• But you are the first woman. First wife of the first man that started humanity itself before you turned your back on God himself. You knew everything and now you knew Muzan. He was beginning to fall for you. Not many things you “forced” him to do was actually forced. You didn’t always need to order him around for him to do things you wanted.

• It wasn’t long until he introduced you to his subordinates. The “Upper Moons” he called them. They were humans that he turned into demons with his blood. His way of creating demons was like a dollar store version of how you created the first demons. You congratulated him, nonetheless, using your sexuality to make him behave the way you wanted him to.

• When you praised him, you nuzzled into him and rubbed your body on him like a feline in heat. It boosted his ego so much, having such a beautiful manifestation say such good things about him. It didn’t compare to the mortals that would say pleasant things about him.

• And you’ve yet to see him show his anger.

• The day came where he had a meeting with his subjects. They were unable to complete the tasks Muzan had given him. He got so angry that you could see his veins showing through his skin. The castle rumbled as he trembled with fury causing the glass bottles to crack and eventually break. Muzan said that they’re called “beakers.”

• The display gave you a new appreciation for him. He really was the strongest amount his kind.

After the Nakime sent everyone back to their respective places, you felt like it was time you began regulating Muzan’s mood.

He didn’t hear you come up behind him and place a dainty hand on his shoulder. His tense body eased and you felt the anger release from his body. “Muzan…” You called breathlessly. You wrapped your arms around his torso from behind. He let your hands roam his clothed chest before he opened his mouth to speak. He wanted to apologize for acting so indecently in your presence but—

“Muzan-sama~”

He was tall but if you stood on your toes then you could kiss the back of his neck. He thought that maybe this was joke. You were just playing another trick on him because you were bored.

“I’ve never seen a mortal get that angry before.” You laughed to yourself and nuzzled into his back. “I want to indulge in human pleasures now.”

Muzan felt your presence leave from behind him. You then suddenly appeared in front of him. You looked at all of the research he was going on the different types of blood. You felt like it was ultimately worthless. Once you felt like you had seen enough, you turned to him. “Have you ever eaten chocolate strawberries?” You asked innocently. You saw his eyes widen before narrowing sharply. You always framed your harmless questions as if you were finally going to tell him what he wanted.

“I prefer flesh.” Muzan simply replied, adjusting his clothes as you had nearly removed them from your stupid antics. You smiled. “of course you do.” You made a handful of strawberries in a box appear in your hand.

• Muzan had no choice but to let you do what you wanted. He let you feed him strawberries. He didn’t even like strawberries but as long as it brought you joy then he had to comply…even if it meant that your seat was on his lap.

• Your appearance and even your personality matched what he read In ancient texts. Sometimes, his situation didn’t feel real, like he would wake up and probably vow to never sleep again.

• Eventually, he becomes more comfortable with you, almost welcoming when you would come to him for affection. If he were correct, that means that you’ve probably never been with another man since the beginning of humanity. You were needy.

• Sometimes, he would try to get ahead by giving you affection on his own in hopes his ability to act first pleased you. He doted on in a way only a husband could to his wife.

• You make him stop his work to brush your hair and massage your feet.

You were watching him work again. If you weren’t going to be of any use, he might as well continue trying to reach his goals. He was frantic in his work, muttering to himself, getting frustrated and destroying more things when he seemed to reach a dead end. That’s when you would come in and invade his ears with your sweet voice. Your touch would send goosebumps down his body. He felt butterflies whenever you encouraged him to “keep going” or reassuring him that “he’s almost there.”

🔞

• Is unironically obsessed with your body. You can shape shift and look anyway you want but he prefers the body type that you arrived as.

• Believed that this is the one aspect he can have control over in the relationship but even in bed, you still order him around. A part of him doesn’t mind. He almost likes being told what to do because it gives him a sense of purpose. A purpose that differed from being Muzan Kibutsuji.

• He believes he enjoys being a top but that changes when you wrestle him onto the bed and show him something that no woman ever has. He becomes a switch at will after that.

• Has a breeding kink with you. He finds it extremely attractive to be able to have his seed carried by a powerful demoness such as yourself. Gets curious of what a child would look like with you.

[arreuyas]

Pls expand on emperor gojo walking y/n to the garden 🥲 they’re so cute ‼️

• Since Gojo and you got close, the guy would act like a guard dog. No, like, a real puppy. He would follow you everywhere and anywhere just to make sure you're ok and won't lose yourself. Even though you had servants to guide you, the emperor would dismiss all of them to have some time alone with you.

• Satoru would act really clingy too, and you started to get used to it because he never listens to your complaints. He'd wrap his arm around your waist, and if you got uncomfortable then he'd back off just slightly and move his hand to your back instead, or shoulders. Anyways, he would always have some sort of touch with you and would make excuses such as him having to be quick to catch you if you ever tripped.

• If he's feeling more romantic or needy, then he'd hold hands. But Gojo is the type of guy who would want you to hold his hand instead of him doing it first, he would be a blushing mess and his hand would sweat a little bit from embarrassment. If the servants peeked, he would glare at them to mind their business.

• Gojo would be absolutely understanding and gentle. He would try to match his walking with yours, he'd walk slower than usual too. Well, the bare minimum tbh, but considering it's the emperor we're talking about it's actually too much. If you're wearing heels, he would offer to carry you but then say “forget it! i didn't say anything– you misunderstood!” right after.

• Once in the garden, he would stand quietly behind you. Satoru wasn't a big fan of flowers, but since you liked it then he liked it too. He was curious as to why you liked flowers so much though – considering you can't really see them. But he never asked, not wanting to insult you even if that isn't his intention.

• He would admire you, think that you adorned the place with your presence. When you were distracted, he would grab some flowers and start to place them messily around your hair. After you ask him what he's doing he would giggle and say it's nothing. For Satoru, the flowers didn't make you cuter. You made the flowers pretty.

• His cheeks would be all pinky and he would have a soft smile on his face while admiring you. God, he was falling badly for you and he didn't even care anymore. He wondered if he should confess. But was it really necessary? It was embarrassing, and you two were already married anyways. Yet, he wanted you to know that you had his heart on your palm. You turned him into a loverboy and had him wrapped around your finger. Maybe not that day, though. He wanted it to be a bit more special.

• After some time though, he would ask you if you're hungry and tell the servants to prepare your favorite snacks and his sweets - he was such a sweet tooth.

• Then he would guide you to go eat, walking behind you with both his hands on your shoulders like a kid while chuckling at your complaints and annoying you like he always did.

[eros-ghoulette]

1am

Ifrit fell asleep.

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr Word count: 332

my attempt for mushy may day 1. Thanks to @forlorn-crows for the fantastic prompts <3

When Zephyr finally entered their room, they found Ifrit in their bed. The blanket was neatly draped over his legs, his hearing aid still in place, saliva dripping onto the pillow beneath his head. The fireghoul's laptop was also still on, and a documentary was playing in the background. Lions. Zephyr had no idea what Ifrit found so interesting about those overgrown cats.

They walked up to their bed, leaning their cane aside, as they tried to be as quiet as possible, to not wake their mate. Ifrit had something about him to look incredibly innocent when he was asleep. And the airghoul had no idea if it was because of his adorable features, the messy hair, or just the fact that it was Ifrit they were talking about. Either way, they loved it to watch him sleep.

As they turned off his laptop, the guitarist grumbled and turned onto his back. Zeph suppressed a chuckle as they saw his tail wrapped around the leg that slipped out under the blanket. They knew how touch starved Ifrit was and that said tail would wrap around their tail as soon as they would lay down.

But when Zeph wanted to take Ifrit's hearing aid off, the other stirred and cracked an eye open.

“'ph?”, he mumbled, half asleep and sat up.

“You fell asleep,” Zephyr told him, their voice soft.

“How late is it?” One of his hands found its way to rub over his eyes, making him look even cuter, and Zephyr wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“1am,” they answered and walked over to their wardrobe to get changed quickly.

“Hmph.” The fireghoul snuggled back into the mattress, closing his eyes again, and Zephyr could only chuckle.

Finally, they also laid down beside him and as predicted, the other's tail immediately intertwined with theirs. Zephyr kissed his forehead, a smile on their lips as they felt Ifrit leaning into their side, wanting the affection even though he was barely awake.

[telekineticseance]

DEMOLITION LOVERS

kinktober day three: hate sex

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: you and trey are costars for BASEketball, and yet you can't stand one another

genre: smut

word count: 1659

cw: fighting, slight hitting (trey gets slapped), cunnilingus, protected sex this time

author's note: hehehehehheheheheehe

“I literally can’t work with him anymore. He thinks he knows better than everyone because ‘Ooo I have a fancy cartoon’. It’s ridiculous.” You spoke on the phone, twirling the cord in between your fingers.

“He’s cute though. Right?” Your friend’s voice rang on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Besides, he'd be a lot cuter if he learned to bleach his hair properly.”

The two of you started to laugh, but I mean she wasn’t wrong about him being cute. Trey was cute, just on occasion had an attitude while on set and it didn’t help that Matt, his right hand man, would be right there, egging him on.

The knock on your trailer caused you to jump before going back to the phone, “I gotta go. Someone’s here.”

“Come in!” You yelled, grabbing your bathrobe and putting it on. Your costumes were mainly some sort of business casual outfit so any chance you took, you usually stripped down into almost nothing so it would be easier to get dressed for the next scene whenever it would be time.

The door creaked open as you sat on the couch before you noticed the bouncing of poorly bleached hair followed by the rest of him. Trey Parker. You unfortunately had the opportunity to play his love interest in this new movie called BASEketball and throughout the duration Trey seemed to always have something to bitch about and it drove you insane.

If he wasn’t complaining, he was either rushing things so he could go work on his silly little show, or pulling pranks with his friends on set, which included you.

“Oh…it’s you.”

Trey could sense you didn’t like him, after all he barely liked you it seemed. The two of you were constantly at one another’s throats, hardly able to practice lines or even just talk on set without it turning into an argument.

“David sent me in here because he’s sick of reshooting our scene and wants us to practice it.”

“I think it’s fine. Don’t think he needs to keep having us do it.” You spoke, getting up from the couch, walking to the little kitchen as you grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip.

“You may think it’s fine but he doesn't since he’s the director we should try to listen to him.” Trey told you, his voice staying monotone.

You shrugged, “If you think so.”

You grabbed your script from the counter, returning to your spot on the couch before motioning to him to a spot next to you.

He slowly walked over, plopping down next to you before opening the little book, “Do you wanna start? Or should I start in a different spot?”

You opened your own script and flipped through to the scene that you were practicing. “Hmm…” You found the page before jumping into character and starting your line, “Why do you play, Coop?”

The two of you exchanged lines, trying to put as much passion as two people who couldn’t stand each other could. After all, it was one of the more sentimental scenes in the movie even with the comedic underline during it.

“...Fucks the sleeve of his favorite jacket..”

“What?”

“Huh? I’m just saying…We’ll be here for Joey, I promise.” You felt Trey inch closer to you, the feeling of his knee touching yours.

“Oh Coop, I wanna believe you. I wanna believe you more than anything bu-” You were cut off by Trey pressing his lips into yours, his hand moving into your hair as he kissed and before you kissed back you quickly pulled away, slapping your hand across his face.

“What the fuck?” Trey asked, his hand going to his cheek as he looked at you. “You startled me.”

“Startled you? It’s in the script what do you mean I startled you? We do it every time we film the scene?”

“Yeah but we’re not filming? I figured we just wouldn’t kiss.” You tried defending yourself, although you weren’t entirely sure why you slapped him and if you were telling the full truth about it.

“Oh be so fucking real right now. You just decided to slap me to be a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on. Like you haven’t been called a bitch before? Hard to believe that one.” He scoffed as he spoke, making you roll your eyes in almost disbelief.

“You’re an entitled ass who thinks they know better than everyone because he has his own tv show.”

“Well with my own tv show I think I have the right to be an entitled ass. I also have two movies if you forgot about those as well.” He spoke, you couldn’t even notice the air in the room growing heavier as the two of you continued to bicker.

“At least my reputation is a lot better than yours.”

“You think I care about my precious Hollywood reputation? You’re funny for that one. If I cared I wouldn’t have as much money as I do. And I definitely wouldn’t be standing here arguing with you.”

At this point the two of you were so close, you could practically smell each other’s scents, feel each other's heart beats. The silence between you two just grew, you were unable to come up with something to say through your anger. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with a scowl on his face. You probably returned the same but suddenly broke when he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you in and pushing his lips against yours again, this time more angrily.

You started to kiss back but pulled away, slapping his face again. Quickly, you pulled him in by his shirt, kissing him. His hand reached for your hair giving it a tug as the two of you quickly got on the couch, clothes practically flying as you pulled them off one another.

His hands reached for your breasts, taking them in his hands as he started massaging them, causing you to let out a moan into his mouth. He chuckled lightly from your moan causing you to pull away, “Keep laughing and we can stop now.”

He quickly stopped before kissing you once more while you pulled off his t-shirt and baggy jeans, throwing them onto the ground not caring if they got wrinkled or not.

You reached your hand down between you two, rubbing his length through his boxers and were honestly surprised by his size as you just always assumed he was smaller with the way his attitude was.

Trey was quick to wince under your touch, “Sorry I uh…never mind.” He quickly corrected himself, before moving down your body, propping your legs up.

He quickly pulled off your panties before blowing cool air on the growing wetness of your aching clit causing you to let out a gasp, giving him a small push with your leg.

“Do you want me to do this or not?”

“I’d rather you’d not be a tease about it.”

“God, do you ever shut up?” He asked, scoffing and rolling his eyes, moving your legs. “Maybe I would if you didn’t constantly ask stupid fucking que- AH FUCK!”

You were quickly cut off by the feeling of Trey diving his tongue in between your folds as he started sucking on your clit. You threw your head back onto the arm of the couch letting out a moan, gripping the bleached hair with your right hand while the other gripped onto the cushion underneath you.

Trey continued sucking at you clit, occasionally swirling his tongue as he moaned once you gripped his hair with your hand.

You felt Trey’s arms hook under your thighs before he propped you more on his shoulders, as he looked up at you.

The familiar pit in your stomach started to ache as you let out a small whine, “W-Wait Trey..” You tried pausing him, making him pull away.

“What?” His voice was slightly annoyed as he moved his arms from your legs, propping himself up. “Come back up here.” You groaned at him.

It didn’t take him long to listen before he climbed back up your body, putting his mouth against yours, rubbing his clothed cock against your folds. You pulled down his boxers, kicking them off with your feet before Trey motioned to his jeans, “I have uh a condom in there. Hold on.”

He climbed off from on top of you, grabbing the jeans and pulling the condom from the wallet in his front pocket. “Do you just carry that around?”

He shrugged as he started to roll it on, “Never know when you’ll need it.”

When he finished he propped one of your legs over his shoulder before sliding his cock in between your folds causing you to moan out, digging your nails into his back. He started his pacing out slowly before picking up speed, groaning into your neck as he thrusted.

He continued thrusting, the occasional grunt escaping from him as he started kissing on your neck causing your moans to increase.

“F-Fuck,” You whimpered out, digging your nails deeper, definitely leaving a mark on his back. “So close.”

“Then do it.” He whispered against your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.

It didn’t take long before you quickly felt the pulsating feeling in your clit as you reached your high. As his thrusts grew weaker, Trey shortly pulled out before slipping off the condom, tying it up, and throwing it in the nearby trash can.

“Do you think we can get through the scene now?” Trey asked, grabbing his boxers from the ground. You gave him a small shrug as you grabbed your robe, covering yourself, still not quite able to form words.

As you watched Trey get dressed you soon heard the echoing voice of Matt from outside the trailer, “It’s about time you two got it over with.”

[aamalaaa]

One Morning 🎹

pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

word count: 884

genre:fluff, established relationship, comfort

warnings: none it’s all just fluffy

a/n: I wrote what I thought mornings with Yoongi would feel like, I hope you enjoy it!<3

// I’m currently writing a myg au,if you wanna read it, first chapter here!

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The first thing you feel is a weird tingling at the back of your neck. Then your hear the rustling of linen sheets. There’s an arm laying gently on your waist, stroking your stomach so softly you can barely feel it.

You grin contentedly and open your eyes slowly, sleep still weighting heavily on your eyelids.

A low raspy voice brings you back to where you are which is, your bedroom. Sleep just has an almost amnesic effect on you.

“Good Morning” You whine at that, not wanting to acknowledge the day just yet. Mornings with your lover are your favourite moments, peaceful and warm. Just like him.

You feel him chuckle lowly, nuzzling delicately at the back of your neck. Your heart swells, how much cuter could this man be? A terrifying thought, you’re not sure you could take much more.

“What if we stay here all day long?” You whisper, voice groggy. You hear your boyfriend chuckle yet again.

“Yeah? How are you gonna survive without food, or even worse, coffee?” He says, very much amused. You sigh loudly.

He’s got a point, damn Min Yoongi. Always annoyingly right.

You wiggle, leaning a bit more into his embrace, warm, so damn warm. Perfectly warm. You feel a peck on your clavicle and smile at the touch, feeling safe and cozy in the man’s arms. The most beautiful arms, the most beautiful man.

He slaps your ass before getting out of bed. You whine again, this time loudly.

“Nooooo” You cover your eyes with the sheets. Why, just why did you have to get up? The world is a scary place, your bed’s safe.

“Come on my love, I’ll make you coffee” His voice is still hoarse from sleep, god is it sexy. You grumble and slowly get up, put on a white night gown and make your way to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes to try and will your sleepiness away.

When you get to the kitchen, you stare lovingly at the vision before you. Your boyfriend, making you both coffee, back turned to you, long black tousled hair caressing the back of his neck. His oversized white shirt making him seem even smaller than he actually is, black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

You make your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his dainty waist and feel him lean into your embrace. You lay a soft kiss on his nape and smile tenderly.

“You’re too good to my moody ass, thank you” You say, your words coming out just shy of a whisper. He cranes his neck towards you and shoots you a dazzling gummy smile, making your heart skip a beat. You could never get used to it, even after all the time you’ve been together. His smile could cure illnesses, you’re sure of it.

He pecks your lips swiftly and squeezes your hands still laying on his stomach.

“I could never be too good to you kitten” You blush bashfully. When you first met him you could’ve never imagined how romantic and fuzzy this man actually is. It had been an extremely pleasant surprise when you first saw that side of him.

He pours coffee into both your cups, serves it to you just like he knows you like it, in your favourite mug, the one he got you for Christmas when you both started dating. It says “Crabby ‘til I get my coffee” in an obnoxious font with a little crab next to it. Absolutely cheesy yet you never had coffee in anything else since he gifted it to you.

It’s Sunday which means. you both have the day off and are absolutely staying at your shared apartment, in your own perfect bubble. Sundays are your favourite. You pick up a book you’d just started reading and sit in your favourite chair, the one right next to the floor to ceiling windows. You can see the whole city from this spot. Yet your apartment is a cozy little private piece of heaven. You love the contrast, which is why you always read there. Something about feeling like it’s you and Yoongi against the world.

You read like this for an hour, lost in the story, the characters like old friends you root for. When you look up from your book you notice Yoongi, sitting at the piano, playing a familiar tune. His fingers pressing softly, then a little more harshly on the keys. You observe him, his movements, his fingers dancing gracefully on the keys. You get up and decide to go sit on the bench next to him, hypnotized by what he’s doing. The melody soft and inviting, warming up your insides.

He peers at you and smiles coyly.

“What song is this? It sounds so familiar..”

“Just something I’m working on” he shifts his gaze to the piano once more. You lay a hand on his thigh softly.

“I could swear I heard it before” You state, a little confused.

He hums. “You didn’t” he says softly. “But it’s a good thing you feel like you recognize it.” You quirk a brow at this, not quite understanding what he means.

“Why?” You question.

He gazes back at you, a fond look in his eyes making you swoon.

“Cause it’s about you”

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a/n: here’s the link for my general taglist<3