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[dejwrld]

CHOSOIST KINKTOBER GAMING PLAYLIST — WEEK 2

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kinktober masterlist / previous playthrough

You’ve known him since you were sixteen years old. The mere memory of him grabbing at your backpack strap to tug you out of the way as you were about to walk into ongoing traffic imprints your brain like a nostalgic TV memory. He was a sixteen-year-old guardian angel who aged through the years as you grew, interfering in your life as if you were the most life-threatening person ever. 

Freshman year of college, he’s taking the red solo cup of whatever mixed potion the older frat guys made out of your hand. This led to practically the whole campus thinking you were chronically insane as you argued with no one because they couldn’t see what you saw. He interfered with your life at moments when you had it all under control, and he didn’t need to baby you as if you didn’t. But you were grateful for him, and the things he did stop when things got bad.

It's like killing a guy who roofied you at a bar. Despite the toxic drugs from drinking your drink, it had you feeling like you were in another world. You remember the crimson-red liquid staining his large, elegant white wings after the deed was done. After that, he’s never left your side, and you grew to feel suffocated. You couldn’t do much in your life if you had your guardian angel down your neck twenty-four-seven commenting on you getting hurt or dying. 

Now an adult, he still was here. Despite you being perfectly fine. No freak accidents, no near-death experiences. He still was here lurking around as if you were a child. 

Right now, watching as you poorly attempted to get laid. Your panties dangle from your ankle as you wait for the guy to insert, but as your horny meter slowly decreases—so does the poor stranger you met at a bar cock. Your eyes averted between your bodies as he aggressively pumped his condom-covered cock; you could hear his laughs as he was sitting on your kitchen counter chewing on an apple. 

Fuckin’ Sephiroth.

“You know what? That’s okay. Just leave.” You pushed the guy off you, limp dick and all while you’re scrambling to tug your panties back on. 

“What? It just takes some time,” The guy’s tugging his pants up in frustration. “Just please…baby.” He’s grasping on you, and you’re swatting his hand away like it’s an annoying fruit fly. 

“Just go. I’m no longer in the mood.” You warned.

This was a warning not only for yourself but for him. You had a 6’1 angel looming around your apartment who didn’t care to kill someone—especially a person who wasn’t following directions. Your eyes darted from him in the kitchen to the guy who kissed his teeth while collecting his belongings.

“Don’t call me anymore! You completely wasted my time.” He sneered at you while leaving your apartment. The door closed with a harsh slam that made you jump. 

As silence drifts over your apartment, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of that annoying clock in your kitchen ticking, you lean back on the couch with a sigh. “You know, you completely ruined the vibe, you know?” Your eyes land on the white-haired male as he finishes the apple he obnoxiously chews on.

“Do not blame it on me.” He tosses the apple in a trash can and stands up to close the space between you.

“I am blaming you because it seems like every romantic connection I attempt to make, you are there to ruin it.” You sneered at him before sitting up. “I don’t think this will work anymore, Sephiroth.” 

“Are you saying you want to release me of my duties of being your guardian angel?” He asks. You can feel he got closer despite shifting your eyes closed to calm yourself down from this talk. 

You two have been together for years. He’s been protecting you for years, and now it felt so suffocating that you couldn’t breathe. Sometimes, you wanted to release him of his duties, but you knew when you did that every memory you’ve shared with him would vanish. It would be like you two have never met. 

The sight of him with his elegant white wings on his back. The sight of blood staining his pale skin after murdering someone that hurt you. The look of worry when you almost walk into traffic, and he was a split second from being too late. 

He was yours just as much as you were his. But you needed space. 

“Yes.” You breathed out, pushing yourself off the couch to enter your room. “You know, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I don’t think we can co-exist in each other’s lives anymore.” You explained you turned around, and he was leaning against your doorframe with the most obnoxious face. 

It was as if your words were going out one ear and the other for him. “We’re not young anymore. I don’t need you being so….so.” You were searching for the word to describe how you felt—frustration riddling your bones as you attempted to express yourself. 

Sephiroth took steps forward, closing the gap between you two. When he was towering over you with such little care at how close he was to you—he fixed your tank top strap and let his slender fingers linger on your shoulder just a little longer to cause goosebumps to garnish your skin immediately. 

“Possessive.” He finishes your sentence as his teeth graze upon his lower lip. “Is that the word you’re searching for, my little ward?” 

And with challenging eyes, you met his and said, “Yes. Possessive, like you own me or something.” 

His chuckles. But this chuckle was different from the one you have heard. It felt more sinister, more agitated. 

“You’re stuck with me, love. If you like it or not. We’re bound together until you die of old age or better yet, I briefly take my eyes off you as fate finally chooses a moment for you to die. Maybe a bus will hit you as you walk into traffic for texting on that silly device of yours, or maybe you’ll accidentally hit your head.” 

Your eyebrows furrow together in frustration and anger at his words. 

“You enjoy my company but don’t want to admit it. You think I didn’t notice the way you bring home little flings to spite me. You think I can’t hear the way your heartbeat quickens at the sight of me watching you get fucked by some man who can’t even make you orgasm. Sephiroth’s eyes glance over your body like he was observing you under a microscope. “So tell me, Y/N.” His finger’s toying with that strap on your tank top that keeps falling off your shoulder. 

“How many times have you imagined me, your sworn protector—your guardian angel fucking you?” His fingers drag alongside your nipples that harden through the thin white fabric of your tank top. “And don’t lie; I know when you’re lying to me.” 

You couldn’t quite remember what you had said after his words for your knees to be pressed upon your stomach and for Sephiroth’s cock to be buried into your throbbing cunt while your moans bounced off the walls. The pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other with the sound of your headboard banging against the wall was like music to your ears. But you enjoyed the sight of Sephiroth more. 

His crystal white hair fell in his face so perfectly. Comically enough, you wanted to say he looked like an angel. His eyes kept averting between your fucked out face and in between your body. With each glance down there, it seemed he fucked you into the mattress even harder. Instantly, your legs snake around his waist, completely trapping him from depriving you of what you were so eager for.

Sephiroth chuckles darkly through your pants of desperation, “Seems you’re enjoying this a little too much.” He mumbles. He pulls his cock entirely out of you, leaving you whining for more. 

He guides his cock in between your pussy lips rubbing in the mixture of your essence and pre-cum. Your back arched off the mattress with urgency, and he pushed you back down so you could endure the pleasurable torture of his cock teasing you until you were staining the cotton sheets below your naked body. With each stroke between your puffy lips, you’re squeezing your eyes shut tightly to prevent even the littlest thought of him seeing you like this. You didn’t think you could fathom the mere embarrassment. 

“Come on, you don’t want to see how well you take me?” He questions, his voice rings with a teasing tone that makes your pussy pulse. 

“Fine then.” He mumbles what seems to himself before he hooks his strong arms under your knees, completely trapping you under him and what’s to come.

You wondered if Sephiroth could hear how fast your heart was beating. It felt like it was bouncing around your chest like a small ball in a pinball machine. The feeling of his thick tip brushing against your entrance felt like the world had stopped. Perhaps it did. The idea of a guardian angel fucking his ward into her mattress had to be some form of rule breaker, right? Maybe, just maybe—God had briefly paused the world to give you time to weigh out the pros and cons of this.

But when Sephiroth bottomed down inside you, you felt the world unpause, and a wave of pleasure travel across your body. You even could hear yourself let out a sigh of relief—as if you’ve been waiting for this moment in centuries. The way his cock was inside, you felt like it was a missing piece in a puzzle you need. It fit perfectly, but when he started rotating and thrusting his hips—you couldn’t help but call out his name like it was a scripture.

It wasn’t as if you could do anything else but take his sensual thrusts. The mating press position trapped you from doing anything else but that. The way he was making you feel at the moment had you ignoring all that. Your moans echoed into his ear, and Sephiroth was very responsive because he’d grunt back like a rabid animal in heat. Ensuring that the feeling was mutual. That he was feeling just as good as you were. 

“After this, you’ll be stuck with me forever, right?” Sephiroth asked. His tongue drags alongside the bridge of your right ear, and instantly, your legs snake around his waist, locking your feet together so he won’t let go.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought.” His words send a chill down your spine as he continues to fuck into the mattress.

The pornographic sound of heated flesh echos upon your bedroom, and your eyes seem to squeeze shut in bliss. Savoring the moment between the two of you until you couldn’t anymore. Your pussy pulsed around his cock, and your thighs quivered under your guardian angel’s touch. His grip on you grew tighter, and you knew that he was unraveling right on top of you. His groans that echoed in your ear changed into whines of desperation. If you were being honest with yourself, you haven’t seen him this desperate in your life.

But it was a reason for that because, in just three seconds, he was a coming mess. He didn’t even bother to pull out, either. His nails dug into your heated flesh with each thrust inside of you, ensuring that each droplet of his cum stayed inside of you. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you leaned up to indulge in a heated kiss to seal the deal that you knew was going to follow you for years.

You truly were stuck with him forever until you took your last breath. 

TAGS // @salaciousdoll @syndrlla97 @lilvampirina @msun1c0rn

[vampzzi]

spiderpunk (hobie brown) x fem!reader

Content warning ; foodplay, titplay, fingering, no penetration, hair pulling, what is it called when you lick squirt, squirt consuming (?), not proofread, no plot just immediate smut

tag list ; @remuslupinsno1slut @faerieeviee @otaku-degenarate @6thhokageswife @autumn-hiraeth

A plate of strawberries, whipped cream and brownie sat on the bed with you and Hobie. You had decided that you’d reward Hobie for all his work as being Spider-Man. Who doesn’t love hyping up their man for their job that saves the world basically. But instead of having a slow day he’d rather have his face buried in your neck and suck at that sensitive part, biting, scraping his teeth against it, licking at it. All these mixed actions on your neck had you letting out low moans. “mm, you 'aste swee'er 'han 'he brownies “

He mumbled in your neck before Hobie pulled his head back as your skin started to bruise from his loving assault against it. He put the brownies on the dresser and the strawberries but took one out the bowl. “open by our mou'h babe —S'ick your 'ongue ou' 'oo” his voice was mesmerizing against your clouded brain as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out.

His massive rough hands against your jaw as he shook the bottle of whipped cream before filling your moist with it, a cool sensation spread through your mouth as your taste enjoyed the delicious sweet flavor before Hobie was placing the sliced strawberry inside and his lips were on yours, bumping noses together. As he got to taste the sweet mix of strawberry and whipped cream. His tongue invading your mouth as he tried to taste and explore every crevice of your mouth.

The way your tongues collided as he dominated you had you soaking in your shorts, the slick sticky in your underwear as the need for friction was detrimental.

The way your body rutted against the cover of your shared bed made Hobie pull away, that pretty string of saliva clung to both your lips. His hands on your hips, rubbing circles on each side “Needy li''le 'hin aren’' you?”. Hobie’s ringed fingers come down and slide into your shorts and panties, an embarrassingly slick sound emits from your folds. His fingers run through the slick slowly before he’s leaning you back against the pillow and sliding your shorts off.

“Hobie-“ you whined out as you closed your legs as he forced them open, nibbling on your ear as you could hear his heavy breathing in your ear. “You said all ov 'his was a reward love, i’m jus' ge''in my reward” before you could even protest, you felt the cool feeling of something on your breast on before you looked down to see Hobie spraying the whipped cream on your boobs.

His tongue ran the mountain of whipped cream before he latched into your nipple, your mouth hung out as you moaned out from the stimulation while his hand was busying tracing your folds and playing with your slit. 2 fingers slipped inside while he licked and sucked at your boobs and you couldn’t even form words.

A little foreplay and you were a fucking mess, it was adorable in his eyes. His pretty little slut. Hobie’s fingers moved slow inside, stretching you out before he was gonna absolutely finger bang you just like last time. A hand in his hair as you tugged at him when he unlatched from that nipple and focused on the other, smearing whipped cream everywhere while he worked.

You looked like art to him, the angle of his fingers changed and his long fingers were ramming into you your g-spot being destroyed by his skilled fingers. Slick dripping out, the sounds of your pussy getting louder and louder, the way you clenched on his fingers. The way you moaned his name, begged for more, whimpers and whines, loud moans he noted all over it as he was hard as a rock inside his tight pants.

Your back was arching off the bed as you squirted, Hobie caught your nipple with his finger as he toyed with it while fucking your pussy faster with his finger only causing a bigger mess to spread on your shared sheets. Lips colliding with his as his fingers were overstimulating you, he pulled away and dipped down to your pussy. Tongue immediately pushing inside as he tasted you, slurping at your pussy like it was best thing ever. It was loud snd embarrassing, his face glistening when he pulled himself up and wiped his face.

“I 'hink, you deserve a good fucking, yeah?”

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

hii! could you do a smut with markiplier smut where the reader is being bratty and disturbing him while he’s editing and he puts her in her place and punishes her? (daddy kink, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), bondage, degrading, name calling, etc.)

Bad Little Thing

Markiplier x fem! Reader Requested by: Anon Proofread:N/A Genre: Smut Music: Hawaii Part II - Full Album Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, Daddy kink, oral , throat fucking, slapping, bondage, choking, degrading, name-calling, mean!Mark Summary: All you want is Mark's attention and will do whatever it takes for you to get it. Author's Note: Markiplier?? Damn. (I also reached the tumblr word limit with this so I had to limit the warning sorry-) -Mod Kenma

To be fair, you were bored. You weren't sure what Mark was doing but he wasn't paying attention to you, so it wasn't important. You wanted his attention, plain and simple. You waltzed up to Mark and looked over his shoulder. "Whacha doin?" You asked, leaning onto him.

"Something real important princess." To you, it looked like a bunch of boring emails. "Mmm seems boring~," You said, pouting. "You know what would be a lot more fun?" Mark sighed and pressed a kiss on your temple. "I can't play now sweetheart, I'm doing something important. When I finish we can play, I promise." You huffed and pulled away, annoyed.

"That's fine. I can play by myself." You said, pushing some loose hair out of your face. Mark stopped typing. It was one of your rules that you weren't allowed to touch yourself unless Mark had given you permission to. Before you could skip out of the bedroom, Mark grabbed you by your wrist. "What's up with you today. You're acting like a brat." Your boyfriend said, irritation lacing his voice.

Mark left you no room to respond as he got up from his desk and led you to the bedroom. You couldn't help but skip towards the bedroom with a big smile on your face. You sat on the bed and waited for Mark's next move. You watched as he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "You've been bad." He said, gently holding your cheek before slapping you.

You let out a small whimper, enjoying every moment. "Part of me wants to tie your needy ass up and leave you here while I continue my work, but I wouldn't get to see your reactions." Mark walked off, grabbing something from the closet. You watched as he brought out dark red rope and unraveled it. True to his word, Mark did tie you up. He wrapped the rope around your shoulders, making sure to make a knot right above your chest. He wrapped it around your breasts, making sure that the rope squeezed and tightened in all the right places.

After that, Mark grabbed another section of rope and began to tie up one of your legs. He wrapped the rope around your upper calf and tied your wrist to it. The rest of the rope was tied against your thigh, the end of it wrapping around your cute tummy. You watched as Mark did it to the other leg and squirmed, trying to find a position more comfortable than the one you were already in. "Uncomfortable?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, some of his dark hair getting in his face. You nodded and watched as Mark smirked.

He pushed you onto your back, before taking off his clothes. The sudden chill of your cunt being so out in the open caused you to shiver and your nipples to harden. You blushed as Mark manhandled you. You couldn't help but swallow thickly as your head was hanging off the bed. You stared at his cock and watched as he brought it closer to your lips. "Open." You obeyed, already feeling spit build up in your mouth.

Mark slowly pushed his cock into your mouth, caressing your cheek as he did so. You hummed when he put his full length inside your mouth. Something about this position was so personal, submissive. Mark had complete control over the situation, and that's why you loved it so much. Something about giving up control drove you wild.

You closed your eyes in bliss as Mark fucked your throat. He'd occasionally rest one of his hands on your chest, groping one of your breasts. You could tell that just by your throat alone, Mark wanted to cum. You could taste his pre cum and wanted nothing more than to swallow it and be praised for your behavior.

To your surprise, Mark pulled out. "Fuck princess. Your throat feels so good. This is a punishment though, can't finish just yet." You huffed and looked away, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Mark smirked and sat you up. He laid you down on your back and dragged his hands up and down your waist. Just his touch alone had your stomach up in knots. You squirmed in his hold, wanting him to touch you everywhere.

One of his hands slid up your body to your neck and gave it a good squeeze. Your eyes rolled back in bliss, enjoying the pressure. "You're such a slut." Mark said, looking down at your cunt. Without warning, he slapped your pussy with his free hand. You flinched and let out a sheepish moan, embarrassed. He continued to rub and slap your cunt, enjoying your flustered reactions.

A string of your wetness attached itself to Mark's hand. "You're already wet? I haven't even done anything to you. You're such a whore." He said, pressing a wet kiss onto your neck. "I need you." You whined, clenching your hands. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, as you begged for his touch. "Daddy please!" It was borderline painful.

Mark clicked his tongue in annoyance and stopped touching you. "Fine. But I'm not stopping till you learn your lesson." He grabbed you by your thighs and pushed himself inside of you. Mark leaned down and groaned into your neck. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your legs around his waist but the rope was making it impossible to do so. You craved being as close to him as you physically could. You wanted to touch him and grab onto him as tightly as you could.

His thrusts were at a brutal pace. You couldn't form any words, only slurring together 'daddy' and 'please'. Mark responded to every "please" you cried out with "please what sweetheart? What do you want daddy to do?". It's not like you could respond though, head too fuzzy to do so. Your whines and whimpers only spurred Mark on. He loved hearing your desperate cries for him. It made him proud to know that his cock was able to make your head that dizzy.

He angled himself at just the right spot to make you see stars. "Gonna cum!" You cried out, tears sprouting from your eyes. "Cum for daddy, princess. Show daddy how much you love his cock." Mark leaned down and began to mark your neck violently. His blunt nails began to dig into your thighs, leaving crescent shapes on your skin.

Your eyes rolled back as you came, a pornographic moan leaving your mouth. Mark came quickly after you, painting your insides with his cum. Before you had any time to come down from your high, Mark moved. His thrusts weren't as violent as they were before. You squealed and tensed up. "I told you I'm not stopping baby." Your cunt had become sensitive from the rather rough foreplay and your climax. "Daddy! 'M sensitive-" You cried out, throwing your head back against the pillows. Mark shushed you with a kiss. "It's okay. I'll take care of you." He said with a sadistic smile.

[lovelywetdreamer]

💜🌸~Sit Boy!~🌸💜

Inuyasha got the nerves to almost get himself killed again over the jewel shred

You know how important it is for him to be full demon, but you wish the hard head man watches out for himself.

You were never forgive yourself or him if one of these days if he get himself killed.

It was a must to put teach that boy a lesson. Even harded head people can learn a lesson.

"Sit boy!" You commands as Inuyasha fell on his butt.

"HEY!! What the big deal?!" He said while rubbing his butt.

You didn't answer him. You just took your panties off infront of him. You licks your lip and walks slowly up to him.

His eyes went huge and his face was red as a beet. This was your first time to see him blush. It was really cute.

You pull his hard and leaky dick out of pants and position toward your entrance. You slowly sank on it.

Inuyasha was known for having patience. He tried to thrust himself inside your nice warm walls.

"SIT BOY! You don't do anything on own without my permission you got that?" You say whole flashing a faux glare toward the half demon.

He stayed perfectly still and nod his head for you. Your kitty finally swallow his hard long and slightly curve dick.

You could had came by how full you felt from him. His tip was kissing your cervix.

You couldn't cum unless he came first.

You started off slow bounce on his dick until he started to begged. " Please puppy move faster on my dick. You know you wants to"

You moves even slowly and moves your hips the way it droves him crazy.

"Rub my clit and I might move faster for you mutt"

He chews off some his nails. He didn't want to hurt you. He rubs on your clit while you were bouncing and moving your hips faster.

That was a big mistake because his dick was hitting your g-spot everytime you went down on him.

He loves watching you about to cum and see your breasts bounces. He could suck on your perky nipples regularly if you lets him.

Changes of plans. You were gonna cum on his dick and leave it a creamy mess. He wasn't going to cum inside you.

You felt him about to explode inside your sweet walls while you came on his dick.

You immediately got up from him. "If you are going to cum, you are going to cum like the filthy dog you are Inuyasha" you said as he flash you a suprisely cute pout.

He got behind you and slide his leaky red tip between your thighs. He was already on yhe edge of cumming.

"You feels so good. Soft and warm for me right puppy?" Inuyasha moans out while humping your thighs like a dog in heat.

Within minutes he painted the inside your thigh a wet and gooy mess.

He licks your thighs clean. The hard head boy learn his lesson to listen to you.

Little did the both of you know that Master Sesshōmaru was cumming as well into his hand to the sight of your thighs cover in cums. It should be his not his stupid half brother Inuyasha.

[rosewould]

malice; jsc

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi (final)

words; 6.7k

genre; smut, fluff, a hint of angst and humor

warnings; mouth on titty (what do you call this), cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex (maybe one day I'll learn), public sex, s-happy ending

preface; Sorry this took me *reads paper* FOURTY WEEKS TO FINISH??? I kinda get discouraged and feel like I won't be able to end it well, so I put it off. However I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. Lemme know your thoughts!

Minjeong's name wasn't on the note, Yeri would never let her participate anyway. So why was she so eager to help? Maybe she heard about it through the grapevine and wanted to try herself. The thought made you uneasy.

"You deserve to be surrounded by people who love and cherish you..."

Does she actually care about you as a person or does she just want to clear her guilty conscience? She is still dating Hyunsuk, after all. Minjeong's proposal causes Sungchan to give you a worried look, but you flash him an assured smile. The last thing you needed was for him to worry about you.

She doesn't try anything throughout your first research session. She was surprisingly easy to work with. The two of you decided to take turns researching and recording the information.

"Google scholar says a lot of people cited this book, but it looks pretty daunting."

"Let me see," Minjeong turns the Chromebook toward her and skims through the pdf. "Ah! This is about the Beauvais Cathedral? I took a tour of the building during a trip to France, I think it's a great example of medieval stained glass. How about I read this book when I get home and take some notes? I think it could be worth our time."

You shrug, a bit intimidated by how thorough she was. "I don't see why not."

Take some notes she said. She damn near wrote another book. She flipped through pages and pages of notes. They weren't messy by any means, organized in a way that made the information easy to consume.

"Woah... I gotta say, you're doing all the work." You say, dazed as you analyze her neat handwriting.

"That's not true, you've been pretty good at finding reliable sources that fit the criteria." Minjeong assures, tilting her head to the side.

"Don't try to make me feel better." You close her notebook, letting her know that it looked great. Maybe this was her way of trying to break through. Your smile falters at her possible ulterior motive.

"Well, in that case, I would appreciate more help. Your notes are pretty good, but I find it difficult to find important details. Maybe you could organize them like mine or condense the information just to what you know we'll use." Minjeong is firm but not cold with her recommendations. All you can do is nod like an idiot. Though it takes you a couple of all-nighters, you take her criticisms. She made sure to balance every criticism with praise that seemed genuine. You couldn't tell if you were just bad at reading people, but you could no longer sense an ulterior motive.

"Here, I know it's getting difficult, but we're doing pretty well for ourselves." She hands you a cup of iced coffee. "The weather's heating up a bit and I know you like mocha lattes." Minjeong says the last bit with less conviction, knowing your past relationship is a sore topic.

"Thanks." You take the drink reluctantly. She didn't seem eager to do the favor and her apprehension didn't seem forced. Perhaps it was too soon, but something was screaming at you that this was okay for now. You told yourself that the first red flag you noticed, you'd build your walls back up just as quickly as you tore them down.

Plus, the coffee was much needed. You didn't have enough disposable income to get coffee every morning, and you also had your sculpture to worry about. The multi-faced design was challenging, but you decided to just go through with it.

"That's a pretty unique idea."

You expect the observation to come from Professor Kwon, but a masculine voice has you whipping your head in the direction of its owner.

"I thought you were Professor Kwon breathing down my neck again. What are you doing here? Not many students use the studio at this hour."

Sungchan presses his lips into a thin line as he walks toward you. "I actually work on my project every day around this time. I just do it in one of the empty rooms. More privacy and whatnot." He takes a closer look at your work and you're seriously getting deja vu.

"Haven't you noticed we go home at the same time most days?"

"I guess that is true." You chew on your thumbnail as his eyes scan your hard work with an emotion you can't read. "If you're gonna say you hate it, just say it already."

"No- it's just... I can't really grasp what you're trying to say." He takes a step back, taking in more of the sculpture.

"Something about welcoming different emotions, even the uncomfortable ones. I dunno, it's stupid-"

"I think it's creative. Everyone else I know is doing something easy and recognizable. Trying to get a good grade and go, which is understandable. But you're using your art as your outlet. Just like a true artist." He props his head up with his fist, eyes moving from your art to you. His words make your cheeks heat up and it annoys you. You roll your eyes at your predictability before focusing on anything else but him.

"Thanks. I think this helped a little bit."

Minjeong and Sungchan weren't even a part of this re-friending plan Yeri and Sana made, but you couldn't help but use it to navigate your relationships with them. Even if it turns out they don't have your best interest in mind, you want to at least give them a chance. Minjeong still being with Hyunsuk made it harder. Every time you saw them walk down the hallway together it made you uncomfortable. What if you and Minjeong become friends again and you have to watch her marry him? Are you supposed to sit there and pretend you don't think he's cancer personified? What if she stays friends with Eunji and you keep butting heads? What if she keeps them around because they're all she has left?

Maybe it was because of this plan thing and you promising to be more upfront with the people in your life, but you felt compelled to ask the question.

"Have you spoken to Minjeong yet?"

Sungchan goes stiff for a moment, brows furrowing. "No, why should I? I think that chapter's just over."

"You can't just rip the last few pages out and call it finishing a chapter."

The annoyance blooming on his beautiful features almost makes you falter, but you stay firm.

"You don't understand." He says dismissively.

"I do though, more than anyone in our friend group."

He knows this very well, but he still turns away from you. When you slide back into his field of vision he inhales deeply.

"I know more than anyone that it'll take a while to restore those pages, let alone finish them, but the time will pass anyway. Why not at least try?"

He still seemed a bit dismissive of your advice, but he started working on his art in the studio with you. Just like with Minjeong, you don't feel any warning signs blaring at you. As time goes by you feel more and more natural with the two of them. Less focused on scoping out ill will.

-

Though you were busy, you still made time out to pretend you had just met Sana and Yeri.

"You like Hello Kitty? Me too!" Yeri fails to hold in her laugh as she tugs at the charm dangling from your purse. Snorting, you twist your body back and forth to make it wiggle.

"I've loved Hello Kitty since I was a wee lad."

Yeri jumps at the chance to speak in a British accent. "Oi! Now you're talking bruv-"

"Hey! This is a serious exercise! You're supposed to find the root of your bond!" Sana snaps her head towards the two of you before continuing to look for some book in her packed bookshelf.

"She's right. The fact that we share a love for Hello Kitty really makes me happy because I don't meet many people who see her as a comfort character." Yeri switches back to her normal talking voice and punches your shoulder to dull the sappiness.

"That makes me feel good to hear that." You smile, reapplying the sappiness to her chagrin.

"You're really asking for a shiner now bruv." She holds her fists up as the accent comes back with a vengeance.

"Found it!" Sana drops from her tippy toes with a purple book in hand. "Do you remember when you lent me this freshman year?" She hands the book to you.

"Yes! Ah, I remember reading this now." You take the book and look at it fondly.

"I was going through a hard time because my childhood dog died, and you gave this to me. You said it helped you through a hard time. Before I knew it, I was already re-reading it. I didn't want to give it back because of how good it made me feel, but I thought that maybe you needed it to get through your own hard times. When you told me to keep it, it was a moment I'd never forget. I kept it on my coffee table to remind me to keep an optimistic outlook, but honestly, I just kept thinking about how thoughtful you were. It helped even more." The tenderness in Sana's expression made you drop the book and wrap your arms around her. She returns the embrace, squeezing your body until you can't breathe. You don't mind, keeping the hug going.

A ding is what saves you from suffocating to death.

"Oh! The cookies are ready!"

-

The date of your presentation was approaching rapidly. Your eyes were beyond dry and your blood was half caffeine thanks to Minjeong. You open your front door and she rushes in with two drinks in her hand. You smile gratefully, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Sorry I'm late! My manager made me stay longer since it got busy. I- god... I'm so-" Minjeong hurriedly sets the drinks on your counter, sending a frustrated hand through her much shorter hair.

"It's fine. It's understandable that you're a bit frazzled. It must be so difficult balancing a job and university."

She stays silent, opting to instead send you a thankful but apologetic look.

"Your hair looks amazing by the way. I think short hair suits you more." You find that the compliment comes naturally, and you feel warmth when she smiles.

"Thank you. Shall we get started?"

Despite the hiccup, everything went smoothly. The two of you achieved a surprising amount of progress in one day. It almost seemed as if she was pushing herself. "Are you okay? We don't need to rush this much."

"Yeah, but I want to get done as soon as possible, you know?" Minjeong laughs nervously. Her new haircut couldn't hide the fact that she wasn't getting much sleep. She knew she must've looked horrible. So much stress on top of not eating or sleeping well was doing her in. He wasn't looking at her like he used to...

"Are you really okay though?" You wanted to explain why you asked, but didn't out of fear of overstepping a boundary and deepening your relationship before you were ready.

Minjeong couldn't ignore how much she liked spending time with you. Even if it was just doing work. What she didn't like was how you could see through her lies. You had been through it before, after all. You were constantly dropping breadcrumbs that you knew Hyunsuk was sucking the life out of her.

"I'm..." She inhales, holding her breath for a moment. "Well, I think you know the answer." She exhales a laugh. "I know I'm not a good person, but you worrying about me still makes me feel good."

You wanted to deny that you were worrying about her, but it'd be especially challenging to do so without looking like a liar. So it was settled. You'd lend her a helping hand. Only because you couldn't stand seeing someone go through what you did. She says checking up on her makes her feel good, so you continue to do that. She brings you coffee and you make her food to ensure she's eating well. You walk and talk with her whenever you can, whether it's to and from class or walking home with her.

Everyone was always telling you how bad Hyunsuk was and that you just needed to break up with him already. It didn't help, it just made you feel more stupid about staying with him. It's inevitable that Minjeong will start to realize how horrible Hyunsuk is, and you know that what she needs is comfort during those painful times.

So you hold her hand as you walk her home, watching as she cried silently. You don't say anything, you just let her know that she's not alone. When you reach her house, the two of you stand there for a while. She cries to herself and continues holding your hand until she felt okay enough to go inside.

"Thank you for last night. I..." She trails off before chuckling, a hint of embarrassment flaring up inside her, "I would've never known how to ask for that."

"Don't even mention it. I know it's hard, but just know that the pain is a part of the healing process. Just like cleaning out a wound."

Minjeong brushes her hair behind her ear with a small smile. "What I said has got to be true."

You look at her questioningly as she shuts her laptop.

"If you could help me, someone who hurt you, imagine what you could do for someone who's been hurt in the same way."

-

"You guys did a great job on the research. We all did great." Yuto smiles genuinely. You can tell he's just happy you and Minjeong are getting along. You hate to admit that his stupid scheme worked out in the end. It feels better when you tell yourself that fixing you guys' relationship was entirely you and Minjeong's doing. He probably thought it was as simple as just talking to each other, he could keep thinking that way. You knew what went into making up with Minjeong and that's all that matters.

The two of you share a proud glance before looking back at Yuto.

"Now all that's left is to give the presentation. Sungchan, you're up!"

The glance you and Sungchan share is less confident. You ignore the awkwardness and flash him an encouraging smile.

You wave goodbye at Minjeong before slinging your tote over your shoulder. "Are you coming to the studio today?"

"Of course. I still have a lot of work to do, and watching you inspires me to get through it." He says as if the confession was embarrassing. He had no clue what it did to you.

There was no easy way to bring up Minjeong again without making it uncomfortable. You hug your book to your chest as the two of you made your way to the studio.

"What's on your mind?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You chew on your lip as he pushes the doors open for you. Opting to wait a bit, you lie.

"Nothing, just thinking about finals." You situate yourself at your station and he does the same across from you. It was hard to tell if he was being silent because he didn't believe you or because he actually didn't have a response.

"I see you and Minjeong are friends again." He notes as he sets up his station. An opening appears.

"We're getting there. It just feels good to finally work something out that had been weighing on me for the longest." You sneakily peek at him but he catches the look. He sighs disappointedly but you press on. "I promise it'll feel so much better if you just confront the issue instead of running away."

"You can't force me to make up with Minjeong." The aggravation voice makes you flinch. "You know, you're starting to sound like Yuto right now."

You expected him to leave, but he just returned his attention to his art. This was bad, you couldn't end the topic with him comparing you to Yuto. Your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.

"I wouldn't care if you never made up with her for the rest of your life." Sure of yourself, you stop to turn your body toward him. Your words make his hand pause in the air before dropping. He shoots you a wary look. "Minjeong already accepted the fact that you may never forgive her, but this isn't about Minjeong. You're allowed to feel hurt about something that happened to you. You're the one that helped me understand this." You step closer to him cautiously, praying you're not screwing everything up.

The way he looks away makes you think he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"I know I asked if you spoke to her, but you don't even need to do that. However you choose to navigate your pain, just know I'm here for you." You extend your hand to him, pleading determination in your eyes. He examines your face before regarding your hand. Your heart does backflips when he takes it into his own, mumbling about how he wouldn't promise anything.

After you graduate, you weren't sure if you'd ever see Sungchan again. If you could be of any help in the little time you had left with him in your life, you'd do just that. You made sure to put no pressure on him, focusing on making him comfortable just like you did for Minjeong. You never brought it up first, which meant you went a while without talking about it at all. It was a miracle he even told you about what happened that night, he seems so guarded because of it.

Still, you entered the studio with a smile like you did every other day, asking him how his day went.

"I talked to her." He mumbles, not turning away from his project. You freeze, stumbling over your words.

"That's great Sungchan! What did you say?" You walk up to him, excitement oozing out of your voice no matter how much you tried to contain it.

"It was about the presentation. She wished me luck and I thanked her." His eyes flit toward yours quickly, but not too quick that you didn't notice.

You purse your lips to hide the smile that threatened to show. It was a bit cute how he announced just saying one word to her. Progress was progress, nevertheless.

"I know it's not much."

"It's plenty. Sungchan," You step closer to him. He turns toward you slightly, only putting his carving knife down when your eyes meet. "I'm so happy you're trying." You can feel his jaw clenching when you lay your hand on the side of his face.

"It was weird and awkward." He wanted to ask if it would always be like this but decided it was a stupid question. All he wanted to do was go back to ignoring her and hating her guts. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud just yet, he trusted your advice. So he pushed through.

The day of the presentation finally came. Sungchan and Minjeong were still barely speaking full sentences to each other. He kept pushing, even if he wanted to shrivel up into nothing after every interaction. He wasn't even nervous about the presentation, just about the four drinks in his hands. He sits one on the desk in front of you and you smile up at him. He smiles back. In the back of his mind, he wonders if it's too soon to pat the top of your head. Next is Minjeong, who's sitting in the front alone. He exhales through pursed lips as he makes his way down.

All of the students funneling into the lecture hall hide the fact that Sungchan is approaching until he's right in front of Minjeong. Her eyes are wide as he sets the can down with a huff. "Good luck today." He mumbles before looking away.

"Thank you! This was really sweet." Minjeong's attempt at a sweet tone falters as the uncomfortable air continues to loom over the both of them. No matter how much they try to ignore it, it's like there's a big blinking sign screaming 'Minjeong did something horrible'. She clears her throat.

"This is going to probably be the last time we'll speak so, congratulations on graduating. I hope you lead a fruitful life." Minjeong struggles to keep her expression from souring at the thought of never speaking to him again.

"I doubt it. There's a lot of time before then and now. Anything could happen." Sungchan shrugs. The reassurance was minuscule, but it was enough for hope to fill her chest.

"Right. Anything could happen."

Watching them across the room was heartwarming. It was actually happening. They were talking. The fact that this might be because of you felt fulfilling. You remember the letter stating something about you being significant in other people's lives. It felt far-fetched. Like desperate lies to make you feel good. Now you can see some of the truth in it.

You couldn't wait for Sungchan to walk through the doors of the studio. It was no use hiding your excitement. The longer it took for him to come, the harder it'd be for you to stop yourself from hugging him. There was a moment where you faltered. Sungchan and Minjeong were standing together after the presentation and someone commented on how good they'd look as a couple.

If they decide to reconcile completely and date again, maybe they'd heal their heartache sooner. It's for the best. You had no right to be upset.

Sungchan walks in with his head drooping. When he lifted it slightly, thinking about greeting you but deciding against it, you notice the uneasy look on his face.

"I'm so proud of you!- Wait, what's wrong." You rush up to him, dropping your outstretched arms once you notice. "Today was such a great day, you properly talked to Minjeong and the presentation went well. Don't you feel good about it?" You grab his arms as he looks down at you.

"I do. I feel really good. I talked to her more after her last class, things are progressing really quickly." He looks like he's holding something back. Was he about to tell you that they were dating?

"When she smiled at me, it reminded me of the first time I saw her. I always loved her smile, it could instantly improve my day. In my mind, I imagined her smiling at me after we made up and me falling for her again." He explained quietly, oblivious to the knife he was jamming into your chest. You force a smile, nodding for him to continue. You blink rapidly when his hands caress your neck and face.

"I felt nothing. No, that's not true. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He pressed his forehead against your, noses bumping into each other. There it was again, that intoxicating feeling you got when he was this close. You needed to pull away so you could think. There was a chance Minjeong's feelings for him reignited. "I want to kiss you really bad, and I have for months now." His lips brush against yours and you feel your body temperature rise. "I don't know if it's too soon for me to admit that."

Your eyes flutter closed. How were you feeling? Besides the obvious arousal, you felt a tinge of guilt. The runner-up was a prominent urge to be selfish. Was it wrong? Probably, but you stopped apologizing for your emotions months ago.

"Fuck it, kiss me."

A wave of emotions washed over you as Sungchan's lips crashed into yours. The kiss was different from the first night you had each other. This one was slower and needier. Using every millisecond you were pressed together to savor each other. Hands threading through each other's hair had he walked you toward the nearest table. He swiftly lifts you to sit atop the desk and you hiss as the cool, black material presses against your hot skin. Your lips meld together like hot wax. Every time you hold off on touching him, it makes the next time you do ever more ravenous. He licks your bottom lip, requesting access. You gladly invite his tongue in and get to work massaging yours against his.

His cool hands push your shirt up, disconnecting to pull it over your head. The garment is promptly discarded before his lips are pursuing yours again. His large hands gather the flesh guarded by your bra into a firm squeeze. He swallows your impending moans, the sweet noises pulling noises from his own throat.

When he pulls away, you notice the hint of guilt on his face. That must be the reason he was mopey earlier. It doesn't deter him just like it doesn't deter you. No matter how much you both don't want to hurt Minjeong, all you could focus on was how much you needed each other. Nothing else mattered whenever his soft lips melted against yours.

All your worries slowly faded away with each article of clothing that was plucked from your bodies.

"I want to properly experience your body this time." He breathes against your lips before pressing a kiss to your jaw. His lips were sloppy, almost lazy in the way they trailed down to the valley between your breasts. Leaving wet and loose kisses anywhere skin was exposed. Your bra was the first undergarment to go as his hands slid up your waist, then around to your back. His lips never leave your skin, discarding the bra onto the floor with the rest of the clothes.

The kisses grow more eager as his lips explore your breast. Pressing them to the underside of your breast. Darting his tongue out to skim across the soft skin. Sucking and biting whenever he wanted to hear you moan and whimper. He comes across one of your nipples and happily wraps his lips around it. Through his lashes, he watches you drowsily.

Sungchan being the perfect man wasn't even an observation worth making. It was just a fact that everyone understood as soon as they saw him. Towering over everyone else while looking like he was ripped out of the pages of a manga. A living, breathing angel sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the mere mortals. It was almost annoying.

Having someone this beautiful crouched in front of you with his mouth wrapped around your nipple as he stared into your eyes makes every sensation more palpable. You lay your hands flat on the tabletop, leaning backward to enjoy the view. His hair falls into his face his head twists to stimulate the bud with his tongue. The scene was so captivating that you wanted to paint it and hang it on your wall.

The way he delivers quick flicks to one nipple with his tongue while pinching the other has you kicking your head back. Soft and short whimpers trickle from your lips as your core ignites. Every touch and noise coming from him makes you more desperate to be fucked. God, just thinking about how he drilled into you the last time you had him has you salivating.

"Mm... mouth feels so good... need more," You drawl, running your tongue over your dry lips. His fingers hook underneath your panties. You lift your hips up to aid him. His lips continue their journey down your body until he was kissing and licking at your thighs. Growing closer and closer to where you ached for him. You buck your hips up, hoping he'd get the memo. He notices, but ignores you. Nothing was quite as important to him as watching you whine and scrunch your face up when he teased you. It was too bad he missed out on this last time.

The heat as he got closer to your core drew him in. The closer he got, the more he could smell your arousal. He grabs your knees and spreads your legs. The sight of your glistening folds makes him fully drop to his knees. His lips brush against your vagina, reveling in the way your legs jerk inward, threatening to close around him. The thought of having the pillowy flesh surrounding his head didn't seem half bad.

He continued his tried and true formula, kissing and licking until you were a whining mess. "Please..." You mewl, grabbing a fistful of his hair. His nose nudges against your clit as you push him into you. The friction on the sensitive nub makes your legs snap closed. He hums, vibration sending shockwaves through your body. Your legs clamped around him and your pathetic sounds are enough incentive for him to start giving you what you need. Firm and deliberate licks that finally give you proper pleasure. You thank him quietly and grind into his tongue.

You brush his hair out his face before tightening your grip on the strands again. His eyes roll back at the slight stinging sensation it leaves him with. If you thought his mouth on your breasts was hot, this was just heavenly. Despite how lewd it was, him gazing at you while his tongue flicks your hardened clit, he still looked like an angel. "You're so, so pretty." You mumble, jaw going slack after you speak. He reacts with a salacious moan. His saliva and your arousal drip from your crotch onto the table. You can't see, but you'd imagine his chin was glistening right about now.

Sloppy sounds fill the air, making your cheeks hot. His eager groans and the sound of his wet muscle massaging your clit were deliciously obscene. A few minutes in and you're already lurching against his face, warning about your incoming climax. "S-so close baby. Don't stop." You chant in a hushed voice again and again for him not to stop. He listens, carrying you through your first climax with long firm licks over the entirety of your slit. You shiver, pulling his head off of you before he can overstimulate.

With the release of his hair, he's rising to his feet. The sight of him wiping his mouth off with his forearm halts your breathing. He grips your thighs hard, digging his fingers into them. "You're so perfect." He whispers before pecking the top of your head. He uses his grip to pull you to the very edge of the desk. With a tug over his hips, his boxers fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around your waist and you lean into him. His tip prods at your pussy and you clench your eyes shut.

His cock is hot, turning an angry red from all the blood rushing to it. He wraps his arms tighter around you which makes his head push further into your folds. With a pleading groan, you graze your nails down his back. Moving lower until they meet his ass and you give it a firm push. His dick sinks into your wet, swollen folds. Pushing into your tight entrance and slowly opening you up.

Needy noises fill the room as you desperately cling to one another. He was drowning in your juices. It was hard to hold out with how amazing it felt to slide in and out of your wet, plush walls. "Fuck, you're so wet." He pants between grunts, entranced by the way his cock disappears inside you.

"Only for you."

He looks up at you and you press your tongue against his jaw. Licking a stripe up to his cheek and it drives him wild. He hungrily devours your lips. Tongues lapping against the other and teeth nipping soft lips. The force of his hips slamming against yours makes your legs weak. Sounds of slapping skin filling your ears and making you more turned on.

Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he tugs your head back. You whimper as he takes control of the kiss. His dick drags in and out of your puckered hole. You're milking him for all he's worth and he's fucking you hard into the table. Both getting exactly what you need in that moment. He shoves his hips hard against you, forcing your legs even wider. "Just for me?" He asks, fire in his eyes.

"Only for you." You confirm, wrapping your arms around his neck. He eagerly accepts your lips again. Sucking on your bottom lip harshly. Despite how desperate you were to get each other off last time, he still wasn't this rough. It was hotter than you expected it to be. You arch your back into him, breasts smushed between the two of you. "Give it to me," You plead, moaning helplessly as he thrusts into you with punishing force.

Filthy, intense pursuits to taste each other's mouth fade to tender pecks as you both grow close. He lifts you off the table, squeezing your ass as he fucks you on his cock. "Yes baby, fuck- you feel so good," He groans. Every sound turns whinier as he fucks you deep, "I'm so fucking close." He breaths. His lips brush against the column of your neck.

"Me too," You moan out."

The speed of your hips pushing together has your vision going out. Head falling backward as swears pour from your lips. Your legs wrap around his waist tight, pressing your heels into his hips to push him deeper. The action seemingly pushes Sungchan over the edge as his moans reach a volume you've never heard before. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, needy noises so sweet as they enter your ears. Hearing him like this has your legs going limp. He holds you tight as you convulse. Your hands clench his brown locks as you clench his dick like a vice. As he pulls out, fluids drip onto the floor of the studio.

"Oh, fuck." You say in reaction to what just transpired and the mess you'd have to clean up.

"So filthy..." He chuckles and you whip your head toward him, cheeks hot. "What? It's the truth."

"Ugh..." You bury your head in the crook of his neck and he continues to laugh. He hugs you tighter as he settles into one of the chairs. The two of you sit there for a moment, enjoying the embrace.

-

"Now this? This is amazing. You should be proud of yourself." Professor Kwon nods, pleased with your finished sculpture. "Did you finally get it together because of this one?" She points toward the man smirking at you on the other side of the room.

"If anything he was the one distracting me." You say narrowing your eyes at him,

"Mrs. Kwon, that's just not true. Her sculpture wouldn't have a head if it weren't for me." He sighs, shaking his head.

"Do you still want yours?" You raise your sculpting knife and he guards his neck. Professor Kwon looks between the two of you disapprovingly.

"Children, I swear. Good job, ___. I'm seriously impressed." Her pleased tone was dampened by her displeasure with your antics. The compliment was still appreciated.

"Thank you, Professor Kwon."

She loved your piece, so why were you still so nervous to show it off at the festival? If anyone's input was valuable it was her. Still, you wrung your hands together as each person walked up to your piece. "Hey," Sungchan rests his hand on your shoulder. You knew he could tell how stressed you were.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Was a bald-faced lie, but you said it anyway, ignoring the enormous lump in your throat.

"I don't mind worrying about you, though."

You glance up at his light-hearted smile. He looked dashing in his white button-up. He could make anything look like a designer suit. His brown locks hung forward as he looked down at you. You couldn't help but look away.

"Okay," You give in, giggling as he squeezed your side.

He continued to comfort you every day of the festival, pointing out every amazed reaction to your art. Each day you longed for him more, heart clenching at the mere thought of his attentiveness.

The last day arrived, and Yeri approached you with her arms full.

"Woah... do I really need this many?" You pick up one of the many lanyards. They're teal with your school name printed all over the fabric. Clipped to the end was a card with the same heart design from the wax seal.

"I-I know, I wasn't sure how many to make so I just said fuck it." She stammers, worry tugging at her features. "Anyway, you know what to do, right? Just put the lanyard on who you chose for the new friend group." Her eyes dance around the decorations and booths of the festival. You collect all the lanyards from her.

"Why are you so nervous?" You take one and stuff the rest in the pit of your elbow. She blinks rapidly and leans her head down as you raise it toward her. All of her worries melt away as the fabric settles around her neck.

"I don't know... I just thought maybe I wasn't taking it seriously enough-"

"Leave the sappy stuff to Sana. You making me laugh is more than enough." You pat her shoulder. She makes a frustrated noise.

"I know you just said to leave it to Sana but I'm gonna hug you now." She engulfs you in a soft hug, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Thank you." She says next to your ear.

Next you found Sana, immediately lowering the lanyard over her head as well. You hand her another one. "Give this to Moonbin if you see him." You smile as she pulls you into a famous Sana hug. One where your bones can be heard cracking from a mile away. To your surprise, you ended up handing out eight. But you still weren't done. You stuff the rest of the lanyards in your bag with two clenched in your fist.

You wander through the festival, watching as the sun sets. When you see Minjeong sitting alone in front of one of the food stalls you approach her. She looked sad, forcing a smile when she noticed you approaching. Her eyes land on the lanyards in your hand.

"It's this thing me and the girls are doing."

"Yeah, I know. Sana told me a while back." She nods with a hefty exhale.

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I appreciate her worrying about me, but I don't really think I have the right to fight for you to forgive me. Besides, I already put you through enough, making you help me with Hyunsuk..." She picks at her food, her smile fading. The feeling of fabric dropping on her shoulder makes her jump. When she looks up she's met with your warm smile.

"Working with you on the group project made me realize that we can both benefit from being in each other's lives."

Minjeong chuckles, wiping away a tear that slips from her eyes.

"And you have to worry about annoying me or anything. I'm ready to stick with you for as long as you need to get over Hyunsuk."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that anymore." She laughs bitterly. You give her a puzzled look and she continues. "He was giving a tour to upcoming freshmen and met Sullyoon. According to Yuto, he referred to her as a fairy come to life. Even after he broke up with me, they still stuck by his side." Minjeong rested her face in her hands. "I don't know why I'm venting about this to you. I bet you're thinking I got a taste of my own medicine."

"Not at all. I'm just excited to introduce you to the new friend group." You grab the card strapped to the lanyard. "Here's to starting over." You flash her a smile that she reciprocates.

There was just one more person left. He was exactly where you knew he'd be, inside the building where the sculptures are on display. Excitement graces his perfect features when he sees you. "I was waiting for you." He waits until you're close enough to drape his arms over your shoulder.

"Really? Why?" You quirk your head to the side.

"To do this..." He lowers his face closer to yours, lips brushing over yours before they meld together. When he pulls away, you take the opportunity to squeeze your arms between the two of you and swing the lanyard over his head. Bewildered, he steps away and looks at the card hanging from his neck. "What's this?" He chuckles as he examines the heart.

You watch him, no sign of troubles weighing him down. Carefree as he smiles at you. It felt good knowing that you had a hand in it, even if it was the tiniest impact. You knew there'd be more hardships to come, but they didn't seem so daunting anymore. Not while you had each other. It motivated you to protect your own well-being so you could efficiently protect the poeple you care about.

"A promise."

thank you so much for reading! requests for follow up blurbs for this story are open~

[plentyoffandoms]

So for Alternate Universe for Wrestlers, we have Lumberjack Chuck Taylor, (which is being worked on), Pirate Wheeler Yuta, and Serial Killer Eddie Kingston.

The one non-smut Blacksmith Wardlow x Princess reader.

And now to join will be Frat Boy Wardlow and MC Eddie Kingston.

[screampied]

❛ TOO SWEET! ❜

geto, toji, gojo, nanami, choso. jjk men who can’t get enough of your sweet taste ‘& becomes needy for your touch.

total wc. 3.0k

warnings. fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, whiney men, unprotected sex, mating press, cowgirl, doggystyle, nipple play, eating out through your panties, dry humping, praise

an. request thank yew aiii, using this req as an excuse to make the jjk men whiney.

CHOSO ☆ KAMO

“baby w-wait,” he swallows, and choso’s panting heavily. heaving practically…

he just couldn’t keep his hands off you — ever since he told you in that soft, shaky red-handed voice that he ‘accidentally’ swallowed and eaten your freshly new bought sugary-coated sweets. “i feel so…” he murmurs, spinning you around before planting a kiss on your neck, then another, then another. “i need you. y-you smell sweeter than usual.”

“oh..is it that bad?” you stare up at him, a single eyebrow of yours raises, and he whimpers. you’re teasing him. the pout that curls down his lip is just adorable.

choso doesn’t give you a answer. he’s so starved of your wanted touch, all he does is drag a few inelegant awkward steps towards you, bringing you into a deep kiss.

choso cups your face with his big hands, his tongue swipes against yours and he backs you up against the glass cold refrigerator door.

he lets off a delicious moan inside your mouth and you gasp, feeling him spread your legs apart with his knee and your own whimper slips out as he’s kissing you. his body heat against yours was so warm, and every few seconds he broke away to repeat your name underneath his breath his shaky needy whispers. oh… maybe..

it really was that bad…

“are you sure?” you faltered with a shy smile, massaging the nape of your neck with your fingers. choso sat on the bed, his face remained flustered and plastered which nothing but whole heartedly lust and thirst. “this’ll help you um..stop feeling all….you know.”

“baby, yes—please,” he whines, his eyes plead. choso’s entire body felt so hot-tempered, warm.

it was cute seeing him grow frustrated, yet he was still as whiney as always, pink lips of his pursing and pouting as you teasingly and slowly made your way to sit on his face. “t-thank you, thank y—mph..”

your panties were still on but choso could care less, as you plopped down gently on his face — he couldn’t take it.

one single stripe lick between the crevices of your underwear was enough to make you moan out his name, hovering over him while giving him that same timid gaze. “c’mon. i need this, need you,” he’d speak, his own breath was racing against itself, jittery.

he gives your thighs a quick pry with his right hand, spreading your legs and you moan as he’s literally eating you out through your laced panties.

“ride my nose, baby. pleasepleaseplease. wanna savor my pretty girl’s—” and he pauses to breathe, almost forgetting to before moaning out. “..pussy.”

“c-choso..” you panted, starting to ride against his nose. he looked so pretty and submissive underneath you, a smile never leaving his lips as you were continuously starting to cover the lower half of his chin with your sweet slick. “fuck, fuck.”

his tongue was sloppy, never ending with the way it slurps your folds up. teasing your puffy clit with numerous sucks, his head’s swiftly moving and jerking as your hips moved and moved against him. choso reaches down to rub against the brick hard bulge building up in his shorts and he whines.

“c-can i touch myself?” he whimpers, and your heart swoons at him even asking. “….god, i’m so hot for you, baby. you make me so dirty. your taste… ‘s doin' this to me. just.. wanna please you, all night long baby.”

SUGURU ☆ GETO

“m' serious, princess,” geto mutters, gripping onto your shoulders. he looked like he’d just came back from his hourly workout. he’s staring you dead in the eyes, some strands of long black hair sticking to his forehead, and it appears as if he’s nearly out of breath. “i…ate your uh candy. but it’s not like you labeled it or anyt-”

geto freezes for a moment. he grows dramatically stiff, before staring down at his pants then at you. “shit.”

“…sugu, are you hard?” you giggled.

and oh, he grows so embarrassed. geto’s facial expression turns into a cute scowl, his ears grows hot the more he stares at you—and indeed he is.

geto’s boner was sort of hard to ignore. him wearing grey sweats didn’t make things easier either.

“can..can you help me or not? y’don’t know how painful this…is,” he huffs out and seconds later after you comply with a sweet little ‘okay’ he’s got you sprawled out all pretty on the bed. “more hornier than u-usual..” he swallows, leaning in to plant kisses straight down your chest to your stomach before he slides your panties off.

you stared at geto, and he licks his lips, panting. his chest heaved back and forth and he’s sweating a bit, he’s so turned on he feels so hot once he’s easing his way inside your pussy with his dick.

“m-mhm,” he bites his lip, keeping one hand resting on your tummy. you never heard him this whiney before and it was so cute. he doesn’t wanna rush but he can’t help it but start to create a pace with his hips. you moaned once he leaned into you, whining in his low voice, “kiss me, please. kiss me, princess.”

he was so thick. you felt him everywhere, his thrusts were so sloppy against you. more sloppier than usual but he was so driven.

his mind raced and his heart heated ten times faster than it regularly does.

“come here, baby.” you playfully smiled, moving his long dancing hair strands from his face and he deeply kissed you with tongue. hearing you say ‘baby’ got him more turned on.

the candy, your taste, and just your smooth sweet voice alone was gonna be the death of him.

“okay, okay…” he pants, you wrap your arms around him as his body weight lightly lingers against your chest. he’s so sensitive, warm as he leans in to kiss you for a second time.

it’s more quick and steamy. your tongue collides against his and you taste the sweet tang of the intoxicated candy residing on his tongue. you moaned at his hips smacking against yours at such rhythm. geto lets off a soft whiney purr at the way you comb a hand through his hair.

his lips were connected to yours for what seemed like forever. his warmth radiates against your skin as his body rocks against you.

“so sweet,” he murmurs, breaking away for a brief moment, his cock taps against your most sensitive bits and you whine. geto’s gentle but can’t help but be a bit crazy with thrusts, his strokes that made you dizzy. “i-i need more,” he huffs out, kissing the side of your mouth, then your neck, then your chest.

geto’s still huffing and puffing as he’s inside of you—each stinging slap he creates with his hips, you run into him and he moans, raising your right leg up, the leg that was wrapped around his waist to lick a long stripe up it while keeping direct eye contact. “can’t get enough.. ‘n it’s all your damn fault, princess.”

NANAMI ☆ KENTO

“sweetheart..”

is all your boyfriend says. you’re bent over the counter, and he pauses, you slip off a moan as nanami’s pressed up against you. his voice sounds lower than usual, raspy and somewhat whiney..? he intakes a breath before lifting the fabric of your sundress up. “i don’t want you to..see me like this.”

“kento, baby,” you shyly smile, not even facing him. “i told you yesterday not to eat the candy. the side effects are um…strong.”

with one hand, nanami tugs on his tie back and forth, he’s hot. “i’m aware of that now,” he grunts and you let off a gasp, feeling his hard boner rub against your ass. he grabs onto your waist and starts to make you grind your ass against him and he swears underneath his breath.

“fuck me,” he mutters in frustration. “forgive me, s-sweetheart but i just…i really wanna take you right here over this counter. restrain your cute hands with my tie and..”

“what’s stopping you then?” you teased.

and that was all it took nanami couldn’t hold back anymore, the lust overtook him and it was too strong. your cloying fragrance alone had him so tipsy. you’re perfectly arched over the sleek shiny, granite kitchen counter. nanami’s ruthless with his hits against your core. “k-kento..”

you’d moan out, your own hands pinned against your back with the neatly tie restraining your wrists, not too tight but just enough. you’re just bent over with the most perfect arch.

he’s so warm as he sloppily thrusts against you, again and again. his tip brushes against between your folds and you whimper out from how good he’s hitting you from behind. he’s got an exquisite tempo of roughness but also very gentle.

nanami grunts with the way your ass kisses against him each time. he purposely grows quiet to hear the hard hits, yanking on your pretty sundress. “jus’ like that, baby,” he’d moan out, barely able to contain himself. “throw yourself back…against me, jus’ like that…goddamn, girl.”

you were hunched over, wrists still restrained with his striped tie, a good grip of you as you’re being pounded ruthlessly against the counter. he’s never felt this horny and aroused before, hot and cold describes his heat and he groans at the way you move against him.

his dick reached you in each crevice, each spot with such ease you’re whining. you covered his base with your slick, he gets so hard from the recoil the more he stares down. nanami eyes the way the pretty sundress you wore—the one he bought you for valentine’s day, was all wrinkled and lazily pulled up to your waist. “s-so good, kento. more..”

“good, want you to feel good,” he rasps, caressing your bare ass once more. once his fat tip reaches your g-spot with a single hit you choke out his name and it sounds so pretty. “arch that pretty back just a more for me, pretty.”

you do and he gives you a soft encouraging spank, just to hear you whimper out kentooo. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazy—he’s so obsessed with the way your ass jerks back against him.

one swift smack and you moan, he slides a tongue across his lip, grunting at the way the recoil just bounces against him. he’s so dizzy, holding on to your hips, a firm grip and making you move back and forth before he starts panting.

“a little more, sweet girl,” and you do, moaning once his hefty base smacks against your ass. he starts to get a bit whiney, despite his low pitched voice, he’s completely losing composure. “all the way down, bend for me….y-yeah,” he stutters, and you get shivers, feeling nanami teasingly run two fingers down your spine.

“fuck, you’re gonna milk me, honey. make a…damn mess out of me.” and you do—because not even moments later, nanami ends up spraying thin ropes of of his cum all over your pussy, painting it like a canvas. “got me all messy just for you, p-princess.”

FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI

toji’s hungry ass genuinely doesn’t care. 

the moment he spots a pocket-sized, untouched velvet box of tasty sweets with cute neat handwritten of a sharply that wrote ‘DO NOT EAT ME!!” he pays no mind.

eating it, savoring the rich taste of caramel and cinnamon. he’d probably eat in front of you just to spite you.

yet, the last thing you’d expect would be to return home to a needy whiny toji. 

“hey…girl,” you hear from behind you. he sounds worn out, as if he’d run a marathon.

he greets you with an awkward hug, which is more so just him feeling on your ass, his boner poking against your leg and he intakes your sweet scent before grunting into your neck.

“i…i ate the fucking candy. and all of a sudden you smell sweeter than..than usual and, shit.” he sighs, feeling your soft lips kiss the side of his mouth, his scar. “look. i just..i need you, bad,” and he sounds embarrassed, not even presenting you eye contact. 

his eyes hide underneath his long uncut strands before he continues, picking you up while gripping down on your thighs. “but..maybe this’ll fuckin’ help..”

and by that…he means putting you in a simple mating press, toji’s stuffing you full of cock, he’s doing more moaning than you which is surprising.

his weight that lodges over your pussy just smacks against you each and everytime. he’s treating you like a rag doll basically. you’re just dumbly being stuffed full of inches, holding onto his beefy arms while he’s thrusting in and out, smack after smack it makes your ears ring.

“mhm yeah baby—girl,” he’d choke out, and you’re squeezing down on him so tight it makes his jaw clench. “so damn…hot, fuck i need more…gotta overflow this pussy s’good it’s drippin’ out.” and you whimper at him clamping down on you.

his thrusts became so nasty and sloppy, barely any rhythm. 

toji looks so pretty when he’s needy. deranged, but pretty. he’s sweating a bit, beads race down the sides of his forehead, toned muscles were tense, including his back muscles. yet he blinks twice again.

slowing his strokes just a bit before groaning. “f-fuck, nasty bitch y’er tryna milk m-me?” and he whines—a gasp wretching from his mouth before that’s when toji realizes. 

he came early.

toji stares at you, panting heavily, bottom lip quivering as he’s still got you in a mean mating press. your legs were just dumbly in the air, twitching and you moaned at feeling his cum trickle down your slit, oozing out of you.

“toji baby, did you just whine?” you teased, heaving yourself. and toji showcases a glare, bringing a swift spank towards your pussy and you moan. 

“say…say that shit again…” he murmurs, all out of breath. he sits up, still stuffed deep inside you, his thick sheeny triceps flexed as he had them pressed against the sides of you.

“say what?”

he’s so embarrassed—a sheepish expression washes over him, tips of his ears were fuming with hotness before he grumbles, pulling out just to avert his eyes towards your messy pussy. “fuckin’….call me…baby again...please.”

“call you baby, yeah?” you teased, and he glares, a cute scowl on his face

“…you heard me, whore.”

GOJO ☆ SATORU

“hey, you’re back,” he utters, hugging you from behind. he smells so good—peppering your neck with a variety of chaste kisses, he sounds a bit shaken up and he’s far more clingy than usual.

the minute you hug turn around to hug him, softly running a finger down his undercut he lets off a moan. “y-your touch. ‘s been so long since-”

“toru i was only gone for three hours,” you mumbled, and he stared at you.

his entire face was flushed, his usual fluffy and well was all in his face. messy, ruffled, and he was sweating just a bit.

“why-” then you pause, moving your eyes towards the night stand to see the empty wrappers of candy scattered everywhere. “you- did you eat those?”

“no,” he immediately says, with a swift head shake, before letting off an ashamed, “yes.. i couldn’t help it. i thought you were just joking about the um…horniness.. but baby, i-i need you on top of me.”

he was so desperate.

you decided to 'help' him, in his way he wanted you to ride him so the lust could wear off, hopefully.

gojo’s so loud, slouched back against the squashy pillows of the sofa.

his head goes back before gripping your waist, whining at the way your hips rollicked against him. “f-fuck me more, touch me more. kiss me..baby please, ‘m so hot, pussy’s making me burn up, fuck..”

“satoru,” you mumbled, bucking your hips against him and it makes you suck your teeth. he was so big, easily stretching you out, molding out your pussy with such grace.

“stop talking.” you moaned, rocking back and forth. his cock, the girth of it stretched inside of you and you bite down on your lip.

gojo’s hair nearly covers his eyes, and he’s panting and whining each second. the way you clamp and squeeze around him makes his head spin.

“m-make me, girl.” he pouts.

you rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him and gojo moans in your mouth. the slim tip of his tongue ran against yours and he was so sloppy, breathing out his nose. he squeezed your ass with his left hand before whimpering once he started to bottom out.

he pulls away, simultaneously grabbing one of your breasts to latch his lips onto your perky nipple, a sweet attempt to hide his moans but he was still loud.

“mph,” he muffled, blue eyes staring up at you as you rode him so good his eyes nearly starts to roll back and you moan from the stimulation. his orgasm came so hard that he’s almost seeing stars. he painted your insides white—so much came out, it’s like he’s been saving his old just for you, he couldn’t stop tottering while being beneath you.

that’s when he lets out a sharp breath—tapping you lightly with his bottom lip visibly poking out.

“can..can you praise me?” he pants, you slow down your rhythm and gojo’s pupils dilates a bit, he swallows before moaning once you lean in to kiss near his neck. “your voice gets me so..tingly.”

“you did so good, satoru,” you hummed, kissing his nose, then his neck, then his chin, he’s still buried inside and he can’t stop moaning from your touch.

you run a finger down his v-line and he whimpers, his eyes following your movement and he was indeed warm. “…good boy.”

“jus’ hearing you talk ‘s gonna make me cum again, baby.” he choked out.

his soft shaky moans go against your ear the minute you start to ride him again, a slow yet sensual pace and he’s about to lose his mind. “don’t s-stop fucking me please. ‘m your good boy. all yours...fuck.”

[deunmiu-dessie]

pillow princess!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” pillow princess!reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. pillow princess!reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

[m-ayo-o]

18+ oral, reader shaved her 🐱 size kink, cumming in pants, multiple rounds etc...

a shaved pussy for Choso is like a meal served on a silver platter

he doesn't care about body hair, honestly. he loves any kind of pussy.

but when you've freshly shaved it's like you're inviting him to eat you out and it makes him more eager than usual.

you get out of the shower and lie back on the bed, applying various moisturisers and creams to your body, but you're stopped dead in your tracks when he walks in and sees you hairless.

"oh, baby~"

it was a straight up moan and he hasn't even got his hands on you yet.

but it's only a few seconds until you've dropped all of your bottles of cream and his tongue is between your pussy lips, sliding up and down, searching for that cute little pearl of your clit. he circles it and taps it and gets you cumming in minutes, then he switches to licking your pretty pussy all over. after you're covered in his saliva he spreads you and shoves his whole face right between your legs to make out with your pussy.

"mmmm, fuckkk, that's a fresh fucking pussy!!"

he moans into you.

"th-thank youuuuuu--- you taste good, like honey, keep cumming- -ughh-- again, again, please, please--"

he's so satisfied from giving you oral he ruts his body up against the bed and makes himself cum from the friction alone. and the feeling of your perfectly shaved pussy gets him off every time. he pumps his load through his boxers and gets the bed all wet and sticky, but the poor man is still rock hard from looking at you.

he has to strip off his shorts and show you the mess he's made until you're asking him to put it in!

"please, Cho, will you fuck me?"

and you don't have to ask twice because he's already fitting that oversized tip into your entrance and whining that you're too small.

"baby, Cho, 'm not small y-your dick is just--"

he urges you to say it, forcing more of himself inside until you're almost choking on your words.

"s-soo big~~~"

you finally finish when his tip smushes into your walls and buries into you deep and hard.

his balls start smacking you with a heavy rhythm of pumping as he holds you to the bed and forces you to orgasm over his cock too many times to count.

"fuckk- fuck, Chosooo- s-slow down-- please-"

but he can't hear you.

he's staring at that pretty shaved cunt of yours.

he's already cum inside you once.

but he's still hard.

"won't go down- can't fucking stop--"

he starts tearing up as he continues his desperate rutting, fucking another milky load into you.

"one more, plee--ease--" he begs, but you know it won't be just one more. he's going to fuck you till his body gives out.

you've got to be more careful next time you shave.

choso

[vampzzi]

DESTRESSER

Keegan P. Russ x Female reader

cw; sex, creampie, pretty vanilla sex for now, fuck friends trope, some slight keegan x ghost there LMAO IM NOT SORRY, this is poorly written cause I feel terrible, overstimluation, not beta read cause im gonna vomit someone call the ER pls

author's note: snippet to an upcoming fic if i ever get to fucking finish it with this damn flu. Fic is called "White Noise" I HATE THIS SNIPPET SO BAD BRO.

It had been a long day of nothing but extreme pressure and too much movement, he worked well under severe pressure but it gets so repetitive. He needed a destresser and fast, you. You lay soundly on the bed with headphone covering your ears as you scroll through your phone, he knew you well more than anyone hence knowing you’d been wanted to have sex with him for a while. 

This whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship, you were friends? Doing friend things but he swore you said you guys were a couple. Couple or not, he didn't mind infact he had a thing for you, you were a pretty little thing , mouthy but also quiet. He loved the sass, pulling himself out of the thought of you and getting his hands on the real thing.

His geared head laying on the plush of your eyes as you looked down at him and smiled, Keegan was laying on your thighs with his shirt off and only his head mask and pants with an unbuttoned belt. “Hi Keegan '' taking your headphones off and sitting them aside on the nightstand. 

“Hi” he purred as he kept his head between your thighs, he felt safer when he was around you and only you. “Stressed out?” he let out a mhm and you smiled lifting your thighs up and away from his head as he sat up and looked at you, his glaze feeling like a snow storm as a smirk tugged at the corner of your glossed lips. “You should have just said that from the beginning”

“Care to tell me about your day? The visit through the forced ceremony ``''Of course dear” He leaned up against the headboard looking through the mask he wore on his face as his stormy azure colored eyes.

Your eyes are so pretty” you breathe out and you see his eyes flutter as you smile and place yourself on his lap as he wraps his arms around your body, the intimate moment being a moment of silence as he keeps you close with no words. “It was chaotic..” he starts off as he takes his shirt off you as he loved the way it clung to the body and how pulling it off your scent clung to the fabric, the strong smell of sweetness held him in a trance. 

Throwing the shirt to the side as he stared at your bra covered chest “And then, it was me, Ghost, Soap, Price and I believe Gaz was there..” trailing in and out as he was more focused on wrapping his around your plush body and unclipping the bra, pulling it off slowly as he held eye contact with you as you swallowed hard as he could hear it, running his fingers up and down your shoulders, holding one of your bras in his hand and kneading and squeezing it.

Watching him fond your chest as he shifted under you and feeling the solid of something against your ass as you immediately registered it was hard cock against the plumpness of your ass. “Tons of something and people being loud there, girls were booing at Ghost for some reason and wanted more Soap. If only they knew” Keegan chuckled as he ran his finger down your atlas to your nipple, moving his finger over right onto the nipple as he pinched it between his rough morphed hands, all the cuts and grooves could be felt as he pinched your nipple, drawing an longing moan from your saliva covered lips.

“A girl threw a soda bottle at my head when I was forced to talk so that was fun” you scowled about that, like what the fuck? What are you throwing shit for, dumb bitch. Keegan filled the air with his laughing as he brought kisses down to your collarbone and held you closer to him by the hips.

“I’m alright through now, chill out name” he teasingly pulls you off his lap as he unzips his pants as you push your panties to the side as positions shift as you get into his spot on all fours as he holds a death grip to your thighs, as he runs his cock over your soaked folds listening to the sweet sounds that came out of it.

 “A-And fuck then, we listened to boring speech about politics and a bunch of boring shit.” he rolled his eyes as he pushed into you and you hissed from the feeling, his cock sliding into you with ease as he was shieled inside you quicker than normal. He leaned his head back at the way you clutch and pulse against his cock.

Your insides were soft like a pillow for his cock to fuck into, he was pretty much tired of soiling Ghost’s pillows with his cum and him yelling at the others for it.

“Which of you are fucking my pillows?” Ghost says as the others look at him as if he’s lost his mind “Are sure it’s not you Ghost?” Soap smiled mischievously at his silly remark “ha ha Soap, but if it was me. I wouldn’t be asking you guys” the two males going back and forth when in reality it was me the entire time. Ghost was an interesting person and he rarely slept so it only felt fair?

“Mmm, Keegan move please” your head is laid against the pillow while your back is arched and your ass is up in the air while his cock rests into you and he holds on the headboard. Before thrusting into you , drawing out a shaky moan out of your lips “Price also treated us to a  Night of Beer but when we got there, we had to pay for our drinks. He continued thrusting his cock into your pussy as he kept a steady pace as his hips slapped against your ass, his balls heavy and sticky from hitting your clit.

“I had this whiskey mix, it was pretty good. I liked the burn, it reminded me of you” the warm feeling in your body washing over you as he said that, this whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship but you treated it as if it was one. The way he fucked into you had you thinking this more than some “quick sex” each way he’d drag his hips and plunge right back into you, the feeling was words that you couldn’t even describe or be put into a comprehensive sentence. 

“Shit��”  he yelled out as he held onto you as you buried your face into the pillows to muffle any loud sounds as you couldn’t as he hit your cervix and you could see the light as you screamed out and Keegan looked down at you, tears running down your cheeks as you hadn’t realized you were squirt. Dragging his cock out of you as he let the rest splash everywhere as he slapped against your clit to help you overcome the orgasm as it only pushed you into another quick orgasm. 

Coughing and cursing into the pillow as your hole clenched around nothing until he was fucking into your cunt again, only focused on his own pleasure as he grunted and tried to keep talking “I drunk a ton of whiskey, like a fuck ton. Some of the other members checked on me to see if I was alright but really I was ready to come back to you.” 

 You couldn't anything, no sentences, no sounds or anything as you felt a whole sound bomb had been dropped on you, you did hear the loud ass noises of him holding the bed frame as it still hit against the wall as he fucked into you faster. “I sometimes feel like I’m wasting your time being here” he grunted out as he moaned and kept fucking you. Lifting your head up as you cried out from the feeling of him cumming inside you “I l-love having you here” as your head hits the pillows again.

He smiles and rubs your back “Thanks Doll, let me help you get cleaned up”.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

hello! this one is for kenma, so, im going to do a detailed request so this might be kinda long! can i request a ted x reader nsfw fic? the thing is they’re both at a restaurant having dinner with a few of his friends because they’re meeting after a long time. so this is kinda based on the headcannons ? reader is kinda in the mood so she starts teasing him by touching where she shouldn’t be under the table and basically acting like a brat. as soon as they get in the car, he shows reader why she shouldn’t have done that <3 if i can add, oral him receiving, breeding kink, ya know, that kind of stuff, also, “princess” being used as nickname please! she/her afab reader if it’s okay, you can add or take out whatever you want and it’s okay if you don’t wanna do it! -bubble

The Innocent Rose

Ted Nivison x fem reader Requested by: Bubble proofread: N/A Genre: Smut Music: Dark Academia x Royaltycore Playlist

Warnings: Insecure reader mention, car sex, brat reader, dom/sub dynamic, dom Ted/sub reader, unprotected sex, use of the pet name princess, creampie Summary: When you go out to meet some of Ted's old college friends, you can't help but feel the urge to play a little game. Bratty girl takes all, right? Unlucky (or lucky) for you, Ted's not afraid to put you in your place. Author's Note: Bubble is coming in with the spice y'all! Ted Nivison enjoyers come get your food!! (I was also playing Fire Emblem Heroes while writing. 10/10 game I suggest playing it) -Mod Kenma

The soft clacking of your shoes on the pavement was the only noise that followed you and your boyfriend. Arguably, you were more nervous than him. The two of you were off to meet some of his old college buddies at a local restaurant. You had never met these people before and couldn't stop yourself from getting nervous even though Ted told you there was nothing to worry about.

You couldn't help yourself. You wanted to leave a good impression on Ted's old friends that he considered close. The last thing you wanted to do was make the dinner awkward or uncomfortable. Ted opening the door for you brought you back to reality. You fixed your shirt quickly before walking in.

The two of you sat at a booth and patiently waited for his friends. while waiting, Ted whispered in your ear. "Be on your best behavior today, Princess. I promise this won't be as nerve-wracking as it seems." You gave Ted a small nod and leaned onto him. He always meant well, making sure to reward you for small things that seemed impossible at first.

In the beginning, Ted's friends were just as nervous as you. But as soon as the entrees came in, everything was more comfortable. You all swapped embarrassing stories about Ted and dumb adventures. It was nice to see your usually laid-back boyfriend so flustered and embarrassed. You gave him a small mischievous smile before resting your hand on his upper thigh. All of the talk about a young, dumb Ted made you feel a lot less insecure about your shortcomings.

It's not that you felt as though Ted was out of your league, it was more of your own imperfections that bothered you personally outside of your relationships with other people. It was a daily issue of feeling less than that blooms within your chest once in a while. But Ted never made you feel less than. He loved you and all your imperfections just as you loved all of his.

One way you showed your love was being bratty. It was such a reward watching Ted work for your affection, even if he had the upper hand frequently. it was a fun way to tease him and get some good 'ol fun out of it. You used your thumb to rub small circles on his thigh, playing innocence. If Ted didn't know you so well, he would have assumed that you were just being touchy.

Your nimble fingers worked their way up to his crotch, gently rubbing it. You felt him tense under your soft touch, his fists clenching on his lap. Something about the look he threw your way warning you to knock it off made you want to cause more trouble. Without warning, you squeezed. Ted practically jumped out of his seat, grabbing your hand harshly. All you did was send a sickly sweet smile his way and continue talking.

To Ted, the lunch went on for what felt like forever. Your constant handsy behavior flustered him and pissed him off. He had told you to be on your best behavior, wanting to reward you at home. Now, he was too worked up to speak. He would occasionally grab your hand, a silent way of telling you to knock it off. You didn't bother stopping though. It was satisfying to feel him squirm.

The dinner was a success. You were welcomed with open arms and genuinely enjoyed talking to them. All of you walked out together, separating only when the two of you needed to. You casually hopped into the car without a care in the world. Honestly, you were not expecting what came next.

Ted had driven to the quiet, secluded part of town. The two of you hardly were out his far and you were starting to get nervous. You knew Ted would never hurt you, you were worried that you had genuinely overstepped a boundary. The car suddenly stopped in an abandoned parking lot. "So," Ted started, turning off the car. He turned to you and gave you a smile you knew meant bad news. "I told you to behave. I thought you'd be a good little thing and enjoy yourself. Apparently, you were having too much fun. I'm disappointed in you, princess."

You blushed, embarrassed. It was flustering to admit that you were being a brat. As much as you enjoyed it during the heat of the moment, being called out stopped you in your tracks. "Now," Ted grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. "Are you going to be a good girl and listen?" You wordlessly nodded. "There we go. Now you're going to sit in the backseat like a good little thing and let me do all the work. It's only fair since you decided to tease me."

You quickly crawled into the backseat and pulled down your skirt, leaving you with only your stockings and shirt. Ted climbed on top of you, touching as he pleased. You let out small mewls and gasps, grinding on his knee. Ted chuckled, enjoying how whiny you were for him. He grabbed your blouse and quickly unbuttoned it. The soft fabric fell off your figure with the help of Ted's nimble fingers. As soon as it was off, he attacked your neck. Blooming hickeys and borderline aggressive bites littered your upper body.

The pleasure was mind-numbing. All you could think about was Ted and where he was touching you. You wanted more, needed more. You were blinded by your own neediness to even be vocal about what you wanted. Ted found it adorable. He relished watching you squirm. You watched with lidded eyes as Ted slid off your underwear. You blushed as you realized that you were wearing lace panties. In your defense, you had been slacking off on laundry.

Ted smirked, tossing your panties behind him. He slid a finger into you, quickly pushing in another when he realized how wet you were. Your cunt greedily swallowed his two fingers while you whined that it wasn't enough. You needed more of him. As badly as Ted wanted to tease you, he was just as desperate. He pulled out his fingers and looked directly into your needy eyes as he sucked your juices off of them. "Ready, Princess?" You nodded aggressively, lifting your hips up, impatiently waiting for him.

The two of you moaned in unison as he slid himself into you. Your cunt clenched around him, begging for him to stay inside. Ted pulled out, then rammed himself back inside. A surprised gasp left your lips as you grabbed onto the car door above your head. You quickly wrapped your legs around Ted's waist, rutting against him. He continued to ram himself deep inside of you with an iron grip on your waist. Your brain fogged over, too focused on how good you were feeling.

You felt your body tense for a moment before letting out a pornographic moan. Your climax hit you harder before you had prepared. Your sudden finish had caused Ted to cum as well. The two of you began to catch your breath, foreheads touching. You looked at Ted, cupping his cheeks.

His glasses were messily on his face, practically falling off the bridge of his nose. You giggled and pushed them up for him before pushing the strands of hair sticking to his forehead back as well. The two of you were going to continue this at home, as soon as your energy returned to you.

[lovelywetdreamer]

~💜🌸Late Night Dirty thought💜🌸~

Gojo is a famous makeup artist. You are a famous fashion model. You been on the front cover of Vogue and walked for Paris Fashion Week. He helps puts on your makeup as he rubs circles on your already sensitive clit. He wants his model's makeup on point while she enjoys herself. After he gets done painting your face, he painting your back and ass with sticky ropes of his cum.

[nanaslutt]

insatiable

ʚ synopsis: Choso accidentally discovers that you can squirt and he’s determined to make you do it over and over again

ʚ cont: fem reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, mating press, dirty talk, he talks you though it, inexperienced choso, unprotected sex, cumming inside

ʚ note: another brilliant ask from 🌱 anon <3

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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The position he currently has you folded in is one that has you seeing stars behind your eyes. Your legs are folded against your body while Choso drops the weight of the bottom half of his body down onto your pelvis with each thrust, making his cock assault your sweet spot deep inside you to no end. It felt like your organs had molded to make room for Choso's cock.

His hard pelvis crushed yours each time he thrust into you, his hot skin smashing against your clit, making your walls spasm and squeeze around him ruthlessly. "God, you're so tight-" Choso gritted through his teeth, his hot breath tickling your neck as he whined and groaned against your skin. Each time he bullied his cock into your walls, you felt something coil itself tighter and tighter in your stomach.

It felt deeper and more intense than your usual orgasms, but you were being fucked with such force that you were unable to utter any words, only able to squeeze your arms tightly around your boyfriend's neck and cry choppy moans as he humped into you ruthlessly. "O-oh shit-" Choso's eyes twitched and his eyebrows furrowed as your jaw fell open, mouth forming a big O shape as the ball of tightness in your pelvis burst.

Choso placed his hands on the undersides of your knees and pushed his body up, allowing him to look at the mess you were making on his cock. His eyes opened in shock, his hips not even slowing a bit as he fucked streams of a white liquid out of your cunt. The feeling of you gushing out around him made him bite his lip between his teeth, his balls throbbing as he watched you have an orgasm like you never have before.

You gasped and breathed heavily as you struggled to come down from such an intense high. You placed your hands over your face, mortified and aware of what you just did. Choso paused his hips, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt throbbing around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm as he struggled to comprehend what just happened. You'd never cum like that before.

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of Choso's face, sliding down his bare neck. His eyes were wide as he stared at your ruined cunt, a little swollen on the outside the force of his thrusts. His abdomen and balls were coated in your cum from when you squirted all over him, the liquid dripping down onto the mattress and joining the wet mess under your bodies.

"What… what was that?" Choso asked, slightly out of breath from how rough he was going. He kept you folded in that intense position, just using your cunt to cockwarm him as he waited for you to respond. Choso stared at your cunt for a few beats longer, and when you didn't respond he dragged his eyes up your body to find your face, which was covered by your hands. "Hey," Choso spoke, releasing the hold he had on one of your thighs, letting it fall over his own as he grabbed your wrist, trying to pull your hand away from your face.

"Baby, what was that? It was so hot, can- can you do it again?" Choso asked, replaying the moment you squirted on him over and over again in your head. You dropped your hands from your face and grabbed his wrist, averting eye contact. You felt your face burn with embarrassment at the thought of explaining what squirting was to him. It wasn't his fault he had little experience in bed and had never watched porn before.

"I just came… that's all." You tried to lie, not wanting to face the mortification of the conversation. Choso cocked his head to the side and looked down between your legs again. The wet spot underneath you had grown as your liquids had seeped into the sheets, making your mess look even worse. "I've never seen you cum like that," Choso responded, a bit skeptical. He felt his cock throb inside you, he wanted to make you do that again, he needed to.

"Fuck Cho…" You cursed, your face scrunching in discomfort. Choso wrapped his arms around one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, keeping your appendage snug against his body. His cock jolted inside you as he pressed himself deeper, making sure the two of you were as close as possible. "Then, you can do it again right?" You reached out and placed your hands on his lower hips, resting them there.

You shook your head in embarrassment, not wanting to squirt again. "Why not?" Choso asked, almost sounding like he was pouting. "Cho, I squirted, that's what that was." Even after your explanation, Choso still had no idea what that meant, but he did know that both he and his dick liked the sound of it. "That's only happened one other time… when I was touching myself. It's so messy and embarrassing." You explained.

Choso's eyebrows furrowed together, he didn't understand why you thought it was embarrassing. You sure looked like you were feeling good when it happened, so why was it so bad? And the mess? Choso was never one to care about something like that, especially in bed. He fucked sloppily and came buckets all over you every time you had sex.

There was another thought Choso was having though. He was irritated that you had squirted without him, and hadn't told him you had done or could do such an amazing thing. "Well, I think it's hot. I wanna see you do it again please." Choso said, not giving you any time to respond before he pulled his hips back and fucked half of his cock back inside you.

Your nails dug into his hips at the unexpected stimulation. The man above you started at a quick and fast pace, the same one as before. "W-wait Choso-" You tried to cry but your moans fell on deaf ears as Choso's arms wrapped tighter around your leg, keeping you sturdy and close in proximity as he abused your cunt with his cock. You threw your head back against the pillows in pleasure, already feeling something start to well up inside you again.

Choso turned his head against your leg and opened his mouth to press sloppy kisses and lickes on your skin. His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows furrowed together as he molded your pussy to shape his cock. "A-ahhh-" Choso groaned in pleasure against your leg, biting the flesh there before pulling away and cracking his eyes open, looking down at your disheveled form.

"H-how, how do I make you squirt again? Will this help?" Without warning, Choso used one of his hands to rub quick, sloppy circles against your clit with his thumb, his other fingers and palm spread out on your thigh. "God wait- Choso not there-" You gasped, shaking your head back and forth against the pillow, gritting your teeth together.

Choso's choked moans could be heard in his throat, his ragged breathing making you feel dizzy from how hot he sounded. "Y-you're getting tight again, are you gonna squirt?" Choso asked, leaning forward over your body. He placed his hand next to your head to stabilize himself as he continued fucking into you, his thumb ruthlessly rubbing back and forth against your sensitive clit.

"Choso f-fuck, c-choso-" You could do nothing but cry and whine his name as he fucked you in that deep angle again, your one leg folding over his shoulder and dangling weakly by his head, your body limp from all the pleasure he was giving you. "Please squirt again, I wanna see it, I need it." He begged, adjusting his hips against yours so his cock was drilling impossibly deeper inside you.

"Don't be embarrassed i-its, okay, I got you, please just cum." Choso's words were doing wonders on your body. The same feeling of that tight, deep ball was forming inside your pelvis, reading to be released all over Choso and his cock once more. Your eyes could barely stay open as your body took in all the pleasure your eager boyfriend was forcing on you.

"Oh god- oh god-" You winced when you felt it ready to release, you bit down hard on your teeth, your lips parted to show your strained expression, your body going rigid against him all the while Choso kept fucking into you, working you right up to your breaking point. "Yeah, y-yeah yeah-" Choso groaned along with you, fighting the urge to not blow his load before you came.

His eyes were glued to where the two of you were connected as he waited to see that liquid gush from your cunt again. His jaw fell open in a silent scream when your cunt constricted tighter than the first time and that same liquid from before squirted out from around his dick. "Goddd- yesyesyes-" Choso groaned from between his teeth, shaking his head back in forth in disbelief as you squirted all over him.

Not long after you came, Choso followed your lead. His hips stuttered and paused against your cunt, pushing his cock as deep inside you as possible as his balls throbbed and he released load after load of his cum inside you. You shook and spasmed against him, feeling your insides grow warmer as he filled you up with his seed. Your leg slipped off of his shoulder, allowing him to collapse fully against your body as the both of you shook in the aftershocks.

You wrapped your arms around Choso's neck and whined when he weakly thrust his cock in and out of you, using your cunt to milk his balls dry. You were just starting to catch your breath before you heard Choso mumble something against your neck quietly. "Huh?" You managed to force out, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion when Choso pushed himself off your body and placed his hands on either side of your body, looking down at you.

His hair was disheveled, his face all the way down to his chest bright red, and his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. "Again." He said, louder this time. Your eyes widened in shock, surely he couldn't be serious, your body felt like jello, you didn't know if you had anything left inside you to give. "N-need you to do that again, just one more time." You swallowed harshly, trying to mentally prepare yourself for Choso's unsatiable cock to drill you all over again.

You felt him twitch inside you, already back to life even though it felt like he had released all he could give you from his balls. You winced and whined when Choso slowly pulled his cock out before pushing it back inside you, relishing in the warmth and gumminess of your now cum soaked walls.

The mess on the bed underneath you was not twice the size, and it was about to get worse when you felt Choso's cum force itself out from around his cock and drip down your ass, joining the mess. Choso found your eyes with his and waited for you to say something as he continued slowly pushing himself in and out of you "One more time." You whispered, holding your finger up in front of you, trying to look stern, but failing. A satisfied grin spread across Choso's features. "One more time." He repeated.

[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

[screampied]

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ RIDE DA D!CK LIKE A CARNIVAL ! ’﹒⺡

geto, choso, gojo, toji, nanami.

જ warnings. fem! reader, riding, cowgirl / reverse, praise, degredation, shotgunning, (toji) overstim, impact play, size kink, unprotected, breeding, cőckwarming, toy usage, nípple play, mdni.

𖢺 CHOSO KAMO.

“princess, wait,” choso huffs out. he leans back, still gradually catching his breath whilst you straddled him. he swallowed thickly, dark irises staring right into yours. his gaze lingers down your body, and he lets off a soft pout at the feeling of being so buried deep into you. “i- i can go again, want you to ride me,” and then he pauses, running a hand through his hair. “oh. i mean—please. if you still have energy.”

“okay baby,” you hum, and your voice was so smooth. the way you called him your baby, it had him so weak. choso stared intently as you playfully give him a soft shove on his back. “just lie back ‘n let me ride you, yeah?”

choso’s heavily panting, he goes mute for a split second and it’s if as words was practically nonexistent for him. with a raring nod, he brings two big hands towards your hips.

“good boy,” you murmur, pressed right up against his ear. you were merely teasing. although, you felt his dick twitch eagerly inside you. choso’s fingers softly stroke against your waist, and he moans once you start to move your hips forward. he’s still so sensitive from before, just barely over the intense mess he made — and now, you were about to make an even bigger one.

“oh f-fuckkk,” he drags out. it was awfully cute, choso’s pitchy deep voice turning out to be far more whiney than he intended. you were gripping him tightly, hugging him with your walls before not even seconds go by and he throws his head back. “yeah, yeahhh. ride me like that, fuck me, fuck me good, princess. please.”

he leans back before groaning at the way your walls grip around him, hugging him so tightly. choso can’t keep his hands off of you, he runs the tips of his fingers against the edges of your waist before pouting. “harder, f-faster.”

you’d giggle, leaning in to kiss his nose. “are you rushing me, baby?”

“n-nooo,” he breathes, and he feels you gradually grinding your hips against him. you stare at choso’s face—beads of sweat race down the sides of his forehead, and he whimpers. “your hips, ‘s killing me. so good,” and he’s just rambling to you by this point. it was adorable, the way his jaw would clench or tighten. the angle you had against him made his mind spiral. his cock reached deep, hitting all the right spots to even elicit a sweet moan or two from you as well.

choso’s panting, you playfully run a finger down his bare chest and he grunts. you had an compelling rhythm, making him only want you more. he lets off a sweet whine once you lean right up to his ear, whispering a sweet, “don’t be shy, baby. you can hold my hips.”

“fuck y-your voice ‘s gonna make me cum,” he babbles, bringing his rough hands towards your waist once more. he was so cute, far sensitive from his recent release. choso was gentle with his touch but his fingers were no stranger towards your body, roaming all over your hips sensually.

the sounds your pussy made in retaliation, squelch after squelch — it rang in his ears. it drove him dizzy, his mind was in for a loop.

choso’s eyes sexily roll back, and a tiny smile presses against his lips. you watch as he removes one hand from your waist, reaching above him to hold onto the headboard. his biceps, they curled and flexed and it made you stare a bit too long.

“how’s it feel? is it good?” you’d hum, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of his mouth. his lips twitch, and it's so cute.

“you always make me feel good, princess,” he huffs out, one arm wrapping around you. your rhythm . . it was purely hypnotizing, you knew just how to take him.

so much of his inches burying into you, you made sure not to bounce your hips but grind. adding just a bit of pressure—he loves when you start to get a bit sloppy. the way he’s leaning back, it was unintentionally attractive.

it doesn’t take long before choso was approaching another heavily anticipated orgasm. he felt it, and he squeezed your hips with a cute needy look in his eyes. “i-i’m gonna make a mess again,” and his breathing cutely picks up. choso pulls you closer towards him. you don’t expect for him to bring his mouth towards your chest, softly lapping his tongue against your perky nipples. “gonna, ‘m gonna cum.”

“m-make a mess for me, baby,” you moaned, making your hips slow down just a bit so he could stimulate your nipples with his tongue. “it’s okay.”

your words were so smooth, he got off to simply your tone. it was building up and up—his thigh continued to bounce. and for yet a second time, he whimpers out once he feels himself pouring inside of you. a thick stringy load, ropes and ropes of his cum filling inside of your sweet cunt.

“f-fuck,” he’d whine, and it was as if everytime choso sweared, it made him ten times cuter. you giggle, panting yourself before kissing near his nose. choso’s eyes—he could barely keep them open. “ride me,” he pauses between his words, and you watch as he leans back, bringing a hand towards between your legs to feel his mess he created inside you. “ride me again, and a-again, and again….please.”

𖢺 NANAMI KENTO.

with nanami, he prefers for you to ride him whenever — especially whenever he gets home from work. a long tiring day at work, he loves coming home to you in hopes that you’d ride all of his pent up stress away. and you certainly do, happily.

“i missed my wife,” he’d grumble, and he was so knackered. you could hear it in his voice, whenever nanami was a bit drowsy his tone would deepen a bit. he was so tender with his touch against your hips. softly tracing against your skin to make you nearly lose your mind. “and i really missed these hips.”

you sat still with nanami’s dick being stuffed deep inside of your pussy. just a single move and he’d be even deeper. the thought of that made you salivate. he knew he was big just as much as you did. always the perfect size for you, never otherwise.

“good girl. get niiiice ‘n comfortable for me, okay?” and his words went straight down between your legs, you let off a moan once you buried your face into his neck. his strong scented cologne he had on all day at work wafts against your nose.

“okay…okay,” you’d mutter, feeling his big hands make its way towards your ass. he was always so handsy, allowing his rough hands to meander and roam all over your rear. you shiver a bit, feeling the coldness of his watch band run across your skin. “s-so big, kento.”

“ah. don’t hide that pretty face from me my love,” he’d purr, making you sit upright to face him. once you start to move—he grips your waist with one hand, another cupping your face.

nanami brings you into a loving kiss the moment you start to jerk your hips forward. you moan into his mouth, skimming your tongue against his and he even grunts lowly. a smile pokes near the corner of his lips before you hear him chuckle.

he adored how weak he had you for him, your hips stutter the more he swiftly runs a finger against your waist. once he pulls away, strings of pretty spit departing — he huffs out a sweet, “are you gonna move or do i have to do all the work like usual, sweetheart?”

“s-sorry,” you’d pant, and he was merely teasing. nanami simpers at the cute pout spreading on your lips and you start to adapt to a sweet sweet rhythm. he was so thick, stretching out your walls with such ease. nanami groans, he was still in his work clothes. long black slacks of his were just lazily pulled down and he had a button up shirt. his worn out collar was covered with nothing but a few smeared marks of your lipstick. “f-fuckkk, kento.”

nanami’s breath gets caught in his throat, feeling how wisely you used your hips against him. the lights in the room were dim. a few sweetened candles lit, the perfect romantic scene.

nanami stared at you with such a look of love, a soft smirk purses on his lips before he pulls you closer towards him.

“always know how to make me feel good, my love,” he murmurs against your ear. his voice was a low rasp. nanami’s face started to get a bit flustered once you started to moan directly into his ear. “i know, i knowww,” and he was talking you through everything in that smooth rich voice. it got you ten times wetter than you already were. you didn’t even know if that was possible. “keep looking at me, sweetheart. i wanna get lost in my wife’s pretty eyes.”

your started to whine once his dick reaches a pivotal spot. so deep, you feel him expand anywhere and everywhere like it was nothing. as you stared into his pretty brown eyes, you quickened your pace by a few simple thrusts. nanami returns your gaze, and he’s so in love that he can’t help but smile as you’re completely losing yourself on him.

“kento, k-kento, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you’d start to babble after a while—you felt a bit woozy, leaning into his neck to softly suck against his skin. you nipped near the inner part of his collarbone, and he lets off a low groan. nanami leans back a little, just a little… and once he feels you grind in a back and forth motion he nearly loses it. so slow, the repetitive motion made his jaw tighten. you slip out a whimper once his cock prods against your g-spot, and your hands yank onto the fabric of his shirt.

“the pretty girl’s gonna cum on me, hm?” nanami teases, feeling you spread your legs against him a little bit. he brings a kiss towards your chin before bringing both hands towards your waist again. “look at that face, so cute ‘n needy,” and he can’t help but kiss you again. as you rocked back and forth, rotating your hips in long circles . . . he starts to pant himself. you start to nibble on his tongue and he chuckles, squeezing your waist before you whimpered.

once you came, it was so powerful. a bundle of nerves coursing all through your veins—you were speechless, breaking away from his lips before wrapping your arms around nanami. he found it cute at how you came a bit earlier than usual, but nonetheless he still made sure to praise you. “what a good girl,” he mutters in a husky voice before softly caressing your ass. “my good girl.”

𖢺 GOJO SATORU.

“pft. girl pleaseee,” gojo scoffs with a snort. he was so sassy, way too sassy for even his own good. he leaned back against the chair as you straddled his lap. “you wanna ride me while i wear my blindfold? easy, knock yourself out.”

“and you can’t touch me either,” you roll your eyes at him. he snickers with an attitude, not used to people matching his cocky energy.

a pout goes on his lips before he mutters, “whatever….fine,” and it’s so cute. he loved touching you whenever you rode him, so you can just imagine how he’d act right now. gojo sits up straight, and he watches as you drag his blindfold that was half on his face—moving it right down to shield his eyes. he can practically feel you glaring at him and he grumbles. “i won’t cheat or try anything, hmph.”

“good satoru.”

“the nerve,” he grouses cutely. “shut up.”

gojo grows quiet the moment you start to align yourself, he was definitely long. long and lengthy, staggering inches that was enough to stretch you out for hours. not even a second goes by and he whines once you make him pin his arms back.

perhaps he was a bit too cocky though, because he desperately wanted to grab onto your waist whilst you rode him. his tip was leaky, dripping profusely with his own pre-cum. his breathing was slow, becoming a bit irregular once you started to gradually sink down on his length.

“aw. for the strongest, he’s got such a cute little pout.” you tease, and he lets off a choked gasp once you start to move. you’d bet money gojo was glaring at you - but his eyes were hidden away, so you’d have no idea.

that made you smile, he lets off a husky groan the moment he feels you create up a slow yet steady pace. whether he wanted to admit it or not, gojo was no match for your hips. your hips, probably the only thing he’d fight against and lose. proudly though, he loved having you on top—despite being a brat about it or not. “heh, baby, if you’re gonna fuck me, go faster would ya? ‘m gonna fall asleep at this r-rate.”

and he literally eats his words the moment you push him back against the cushion. he found you doing things like this to be so hot. your pussy had him in a chokehold, no doubt. your torso was upright and your thighs briefly moved with your movements in sync. this angle, it had his head spinning. he wanted to touch you so bad, to see your face — but he couldn’t, and it made him pout even more.

“mhm. lot better.”

“do you ever shut up?” you snicker, leaning in to kiss near the corn ever of his mouth.

“so r-rude,” he’d moan, and he had to admit he was always quite talkative. especially during intimate times like this. each time you pressed a wet kisses against his mouth, his lips would twitch. he wanted more and more, becoming entirely greedy for more of your sweet touch. he was so shoved deep inside you, you felt him reach everywhere. his dick twitched inside you in more ways than you could count. “lucky i can’t see you right now. bet you got the most s-stupidest look on your face.”

“maybe i should have taped your mouth shut too.” you roll your eyes, swaying your hips in a circular addicting motion. it made gojo moan, his thighs aching for more as you continuously went against him.

“damn, that’s—kinda kinky,” he murmurs in a low tone, huffing out a single breath. “maybe you should have.”

despite gojo putting up a pompous front, trying to act like he’s not about to cum for the umpteenth time—you kiss near his neck to make him let off a moan. “you wanna touch me so bad.”you whisper, licking near his neck to hear his breathing hitch. you’re steady with your hips, and he swallows thickly before feeling himself start to approach that familiar finish. you’re so pressed up against him, your body heat forevermore clashes against his. the moment you jerk forward for about the dozenth time, gojo whines before he ends up shooting inside your cunt.

he’s panting heavily, heaving as he trickles ropes inside of you — you moan yourself as he stays still. your hips pause and he feels the tips of his ears grow a scorching hot. “i can feel ya smiling at me,” he grumbles, his abs flexing the more huffed breaths he took. you smile, kissing underneath his chin for a final time before removing his blindfold. his hair was all messy and ruffled, and gojo’s face grows flustered. “…don’t look at me like that. i’d still top you any day.”

“okay, princess. whatever you say..”

“….”

𖢺 SUGURU GETO.

“go ahead ‘n lie back,” he murmurs in a soft smooth voice. a voice that had you soaking from underneath. your panties were still on, just barely though.

with strings lazily pulled to the side, you were propped up against geto and he has his chin softly resting on your collarbone.

“good girl,” he whispers once your back meets direct contact with his chest. by this point, you were basically cockwarming him. he stood tall and still inside you—geto groans, nipping a kiss near the inner part of your neck before uttering, “you have that toy i bought for you, angel?”

“y-yes,” you immediately reply. your voice was so shaky and soft. just a few touches from geto and you were easily stumbling over your words.

he feels you reach beside him, near the nightstand to grab the pretty pink wand he bought you as a surprise. not even wanting to waste time, you turn the switch on and with a loud buzz — it vibrates a singing tune.

“suguru,” you’d whimper out, trying to move your hips but he holds you steady in place. “can i move please?”

“you may,” he says in a low undertone. he brings a hand over you and grabs onto your wrist. you let off a moan once he holds the toy with you, bringing it between your achey clit. “spread your legs a little bit more for me. good, perfect.”

you gasp, feeling him gently rub the head of the toy against your clit whilst you were starting to grind. geto groans, feeling your left hand dig into his thigh.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d sob out, your lips cutely pursing together. he was very much thick, your thighs quivered and quavered from the sensitive stimulation. “fuck, ‘s good. turn it up a little more p-pretty please.”

he smiles, hearing you use such graceful manners like a good girl — his good girl.

geto goes through with your wish, turning the level up a single notch and you moan. sucking in a sharp breath, this position was so lewd. riding geto in reverse, it was heavily g-spot friendly. you went slow, moving your hips in the same recurrent rotation. it makes him bite his lip, his eyes flickering down towards your ass.

“so good for me,” he whispers against your ear. yet that’s when geto pulls you closer into him, biting softly near your neck. the vibrations had you trembling all in his lap, every nerve throughout your body, you felt its presence introduce itself.

geto snickers, feeling you grab onto his hand, moving the toy up and down against the entrance of your clit. in such a sensual manner too—he starts to whisper such filthy things against your ear while you’re getting off. “hear how wet you are for me, baby? so sloppy. pussy’s just talkin’ back to me. no fuckin’ manners, ‘s kinda cute.”

his words, it was so dirty.

you could barely process anything. you panted, staring right in front where a mirror was stood tall. the lewd reflection of you, you’re laid back against geto’s bare chest, slowly rotating your hips. your legs start to shake more and more from the toy’s vibration. teeth clenching, eyelids lowering, it was purely euphoric..

geto’s knees were raised just a bit to better support himself, and he brings a hand around your waist. his touch, it never failed to make you weak. he filled your pussy up with so many thick inches of his cock, his girth nearly had you drooling.

“easy, girl,” he whispers once you start to fasten your pace a bit. you were getting so close, you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue. his words stirred up butterflies in your stomach, and you moan once geto moves the toy aside just to take matters into his own hands. he starts to rub against your slick entrance himself, feeling just how soaked you were, mindlessly throbbing.

if it was anything geto was good with, it was his fingers. he snickers against your ear, maneuvering sweet circles against your cunt before your thighs start to lock and tremble. by this point, you were slowing down and you whimpered, feeling a familiar feeling brew up.

milliseconds later, he coaxed an orgasm out of you like it was nothing. your body felt limp, and you cutely went back against him, pant after pant. “awww,” geto hums, and his dick remains still inside of you. geto removed his lengthy fingers, only to bring them towards your face. “open wide for me, baby. taste how much of a mess you made on me,” and without a second of hesitation, you part your lips, moving your tongue, and take his fingers right into your mouth. you moaned, making your hips start up again because you wanted more — it was salacious, tasting your sweetness all on his fingers, lapping it up. “such a messy baby. should make you clean my cock up next with that pretty tongue of yours.”

𖢺 TOJI FUSHIGURO.

with toji, he’d have you riding him whilst he’s watching some movie or tv show. it’s playing in the background, and he has to keep turning the volume up notch after notch to drown out your cute moans. “doll, y’er gonna make me miss the good part.”

you huff out a single hitched breath, wrapping your arms over him. it was your idea to ride him, he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. toji was smoking too — a perfectly rolled up blunt sticking out near the corner of his lips. toji brings a rough hand towards your head, giving you a stiff pat.

he was so big, regardless of how many countless times you took him. you could never get used to his size. his cock stretched your walls out so easily, it had you drooling for more.

his base thwacked against you the more you piston your hips, moving back and forth in a repetitive rhythm. toji’s attention was mainly focused on the movie, a raspy chortle leaving his lips from the cheesy written dialogue.

he spots you glaring at him and he smirks. “what? can’t you see i’m busy.”

“pay attention to me,” you whine, and toji only snickers at your cute needy tone. your pussy wrapped around him, a tight snug and an even more perfect fit. your rhythm was smooth, it was a perfect mixture of not too slow — yet not too fast either.

as you stared into toji’s dark eyes, his senses was severely heightened and he takes the blunt from his lips before raising a brow. “gimme a kiss.”

“eh. don’t gotta give you shit,” he mocks your tone, making a pout form in your lips. he was such an insufferable tease, his left hand spanks your ass sharply, earning out a sweet whimper from you. toji caresses it afterwards, only to spank it again. “say pretty please. go ‘head, talk to me nice, little girl.”

you cutely glare before looking down, clawing near his perfectly toned chest. “i— can i have a kiss, pretty please?”

“it’s may i, not can i.”

“toji!”

he slyly smiles, rolling his dark green eyes. “i’m just fuckin’ with you,” and he brings a hand towards your ass yet again. his touch was so smooth, tracing your curves gingerly all against your waist. “c’mere ’n open y’er mouth.” he was balls deep, buried to the hilt and he lightly groans from feeling your warmth swallow him.

you were so toasty inside, you inch closer towards his face before opening your mouth slightly. toji licks his lips briefly, his tongue dragging against his scar before he blows smoke right into your mouth. you whine again from his teasing and he smirks. “oh. the baby’s still not satisfied?”

“want a kiss,” you pout, your weight just hovering over him. he felt your rhythm slow down and he chuckles — seeing you grow frustrated with your eyebrows curling into an irritated furrow. toji grabs your chin, and he pulls you right into him. you moaned, feeling him smack your ass to start riding him again. “t-toji please.”

“such a needy baby. always wanting a kiss,” and he gives you that kiss you so desperately yearned for. you whimper in his mouth, tasting how sweet he was. he places his blunt back near his tray and you were handsy, wrapping both arms over him. he chuckles, feeling you start to rock against him, his swollen cock was so fat inside of you—you just imagined the thought of him dumping yet another sloppy load into you. toji grunts, feeling you start to suck on his tongue, he leans back against the sofa while you deepen the kiss even further.

he groans, a hand curling around your throat, softly running a finger down the middle part of your neck before he briefly pulls away. toji’s eyes were half-lidded and right before he was about to finish inside of you, he pushes you aside to stare at the movie. black end credits were rolling and he grumbles. “tch. made me miss the ending.”

“s-sorry.” you mumble, catching your breath. you clearly wanted more . . still, he was stuffing you full with thick inches of his cock. you let off a gasp once toji lightly jostled you off of him. you land with a ‘oof’ — face flat on the sofa before he brings your ass a spank.

“yeah right,” he grumbles, grabbing his blunt again to stick it right between his teeth. he sucks through the air of the joint before groaning at your teasing arch. “know one way you can make it up to me. jus’ bend over ‘n face straight just for me, girl.”