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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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i sent that reader baby trapping jake ask and saw someone ask abt the other way around and what if,,,they both had the intention of doing it to each other and it's just a rlly fucked up relationship ya know (giving netflix you vibes)

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: babytrapping + breeding + manipulation + stalking + dubcon + jealousy + panty sniffing + panty stealing + pregnancy ment + cervix fucking + daddy kink

💌: this has got to be my favorite idea yet omg???

the relationship you had with jake was confusing. it started off as the two of you fucking whenever you were horny, simple enough right? wrong. so wrong. the longer you two continued messing around, the deeper your infatuation with him grew, wanting nothing more than to be an official couple. but you couldn’t tell him, after all you were the one who told jake you didn’t want a relationship. he respected your wishes but every time he found himself in your bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d do if he fucked you raw without warning. would you let him cum inside you? or make him pull out?

he was obsessed with you, scarily so, breaking into your apartment when you were out, seeking out your hamper and sniffing your dirty panties before ultimately deciding to stuff them in his pocket to take home. he was also constantly following you around at parties and scaring off any guys that tried their luck with you, hiding his anger behind kind eyes and a sweet smile thrown your way, asking if you wanted to head back to his house.

you knew, of course. how could you not? you were just as obsessed with jake, purposely leaving your panties on top of the rest of your clothes in the hamper, blushing when you realized they were missing because that meant jake had dropped by for a visit when you weren’t home. he was so focused on keeping other guys away he didn’t realize you had also been watching him at parties, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together while your eyes were locked on his clenched jaw, your pussy growing wetter by the second.

the two of you had snuck away from jay’s party, jake leading you to one of the guest bedrooms and locking the door behind you. “did you see the way sunghoon was looking at you tonight? fuck, i could kill him. who does he think he is?” he seethed, pushing you on the bed roughly. you could cum just from seeing how angry he was, “don’t worry ‘bout him jakey, ‘m only yours, promise. i’ll even let you fuck me without a condom this time.” the look on his face was comical, almost causing you to giggle at his reaction. “really? you’d let me do that?” he questioned. “mhm! just gotta pull out before you cum, ‘kay? don’t wanna get me pregnant right?” jake couldn’t believe this was happening, he had no intention of pulling out but he couldn’t tell you that so he just nodded, unable to voice his thoughts.

you were just as excited as jake, for weeks you’d stopped taking your birth control, planning to let him fuck you raw sometime soon and now that the time has come you needed to feel his bare cock inside of you. “please put it in, jakey. can’t wait anymore.” he wasted no time, coating his cock in your arousal and sliding deep inside, the two of you moaning as his lengthy cock hit your cervix. it wouldn’t be long before he came but he wanted to savor the feeling of your walls gripping his dick without a condom in the way, fucking you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him battering your cunt.

“you feel so good ‘round my cock, think you were made for me. made to take my cum, shit, i wanna fill you up so bad, sweetheart. can i?” he babbled, too pussydrunk to notice you’d already locked your legs around his hips in an effort to force his cock even deeper. “yeah jakey, you can cum. ‘m on the pill,” you lied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your orgasm approaching. he sped up the pace, angling his cock in a way that made the tip hit the opening of your womb each time causing you to squeal, pussy creaming around him.

jake was already so close and the way your cunt was squeezing him drove him crazy, hips stilling as his cock spurted globs of thick, creamy cum so deep inside you, you thought there was no way he wasn’t successful in knocking you up. his mind was reeling after his own orgasm and all he could think of was how much he wanted you two to be exclusive, wishing somehow your birth control wouldn’t stop him from impregnating you.

you kept your legs around him even after he’d stopped moving, his cock keeping the obscene amount of cum from spilling out. “gonna make you a daddy, jakey, you can’t leave me now. ‘m so full, it has to work!” you couldn’t stop yourself from revealing your sick plan, muttering about how you weren’t on birth control anymore and how he’d be such a good daddy. jake wasn’t upset though, his cock hardening again inside of you, after all he had to make sure his girl was properly bred.

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strongheartneteyam · 4 months

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𖧷 Headcanons

Neteyam bringing you breakfast in bed ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

(human AU)

Pairing: human!neteyam x female!reader

cw: wholesome fluff, neteyam treating reader so damn right, use of "baby" and "princess", kissing, oral sex (female receiving), brief dirty talk

This was an idea from this cute anon 💕 I hope you enjoy, angel 💌

Not proofread. Sorry but without my glasses I can't do much reading :’(

♡ Neteyam is the kind of boyfriend who is always busy with the many activities he likes to do as he's a very active person (such as his studies, exercising, work, archery classes) + how he's incredibly often taking care of Tuk or just looking over Lo'ak and making sure he doesn't get into too much trouble at school (and also tutoring him because our boy Lo doesn't have big brains, you know?)

♡ Despite his busy schedule, he always makes an effort and ends up finding enough time to be with you and to pamper you with cute dates, gifts such as stuffies and your favorite foods and to have you sleep over at his home (he's got his own apartment now as he's in his early, almost mid twenties)

♡ Last night you two went out to eat pasta in one of your favorite restaurants, one that serves many kinds of pasta, from more traditional ones to ones with seafood on them. You two ate so much, your tummies got big and you both slept like babies once you got to his small but cozy apartment.

♡ You wake up with a tender kiss on your forehead and when you open your eyes, you see Neteyam standing in all his 6’1 glory, smiling and holding a huge tray in his big hands, full of delicious food. You can smell fresh made black coffee - he knows it is your favorite. “Morning, sleepyhead. I'd ask if you're hungry but you always are so…” He steals a joyful laughter from you with this sentence

♡ When you sit down and Neteyam sits next to you, your eyes see how many different foods he brought you. Besides coffee, there's froot loops with milk on a pink bowl (he keeps dishes and spoons etc just for you at his home <3), a croissant, another pink bowl with strawberries, kiwi and banana cut in pieces. There's also slices of cheese and some fried bacon. You smile widely “Baby, you didn't have to spoil me like this!” Neteyam answers “Of course I have to. You're my little princess and I love you.” He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips “I love you more. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

♡ Neteyam happily watches you eat and you two talk about trivial stuff and act like a cute couple in love. When you're finished eating all that food, you hear him say: “Now open these legs ‘cause it's my time to eat” You almost choke on the coffee you're drinking. Neteyam takes the tray away and puts it on the nightstand.

♡ You see Neteyam sneaking between your legs, kissing your inner thighs and looking up at you with pervy eyes. His kisses are so good and he looks so fucking sexy that you just can't say “no”.

♡ Neteyam starts taking your panties off while kissing your belly slowly (you slept in only panties and an old cotton t-shirt of his) and when your pussy is exposed to him, he helps you lay down on your back and opens your legs for him. Neteyam laps at your already wet folds with his warm tongue, tasting you. “God, how do you taste so good, baby? I'm addicted to eating you out.” He starts sucking your clit, making you moan in pleasure. You close your eyes and just enjoy the incredibly skilled oral Neteyam is giving you until you're crying in ecstasy and your legs are shaking.

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ POLAROIDS: part II | perv!eddie x reader ✦

read part I HERE.

wc: 2.8k+

pairing: perv!eddie munson x (kinda perv)!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! or*l (male receiving), PERV!EDDIE, degrading!! panty-stealing perv!eddie. slight dubcon, dom!eddie, slight mean!dom!eddie, sub!reader, but kind of switch??, p in v, kind of a breeding kink, creampie, very very very brief choking kink if you squint, this is kind of dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!! i am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!!! JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you are determined to make eddie's fantasies about you come true.

authors note: i kinda hate the moodboard pics btw but they'll have to do... also idk if i like this a lot but i hope u guys enjoy it :(( and the ending is weird bc i didn't know how to write the ending im stupid okay, ily all thank u sm for the support on the first one hope yall enjoy it mwah xo, em💌

'w-what?' eddie stuttered, he was always confident with you but now he was taken aback, his heart was pounding out of his chest.

and the way you were still standing in front of him with just a towel wrapped around your body was dizzying him, you were getting closer to him and blood was rushing to his cock again, aching to be touched by you.

'oh c'mon, eds. you don't think i'm that gullible, do you?' you hummed, and eddie gulped.

you took a step towards him, he was standing by your bed, and you couldn't help but giggle at his dumbfounded expressions.

'what did you think about?' you asked, innocently.

'i- i don't... i didn't...' he was still a stammering mess, you enjoyed it, but you needed him right where you wanted him.

'oh, c'mon eds, you mean to tell me you weren't thinking about me when you were jerking off? you weren't spilling your load into my panties as you moaned my name?' eddie almost coughed at your nonchalant words, you were being so open that he was about to cum in his pants, he needed to do something, say something, because you were driving him crazy.

'y-yes.' he almost groaned answering you, and you hummed sweetly, pressing your body against his. he lost all control when he felt your boobs pressed against his chest.

'what were you thinking about me?' you asked, looking up at him, all doe-eyed, and eddie's pants tightened from excitement.

'you were- you were on your knees.' his breath almost got caught in his throat.

'like this?' you hummed, going down on your knees, eyes never leaving his as you giggled.

he nodded quick, so quick that his head was about to snap.

'just like that, baby.' he was regaining his confidence as you stood in front of him, your eyes so innocently haunting that all he could think about was how much he wanted to ruin you.

'and what else was i doing?' you asked, your hands were quick to rub him through his pants as he hissed, his tip was still sensitive from when he came minutes ago.

eddie knew you would be the death of him, he realized that the moment he met you, but now it clicked in his head, each time you bent down in front of him, each down you brushed against his already hardened cock, you were doing it on purpose, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

and this caused a smirk out of him, he was more demanding when he next spoke, 'your pretty little mouth was wide open for me, begging, pleading for my cock.'

his words caused you to rub your thighs together, you knew how perverted eddie was, and for some twisted reason, this turned you on, made you want to tease him, further and further, till he couldn't stand it anymore.

your hands reached for his pants, to unbuckle him, to feel him, but he slapped them away quickly. 'nuh-uh princess, just keep that pretty little mouth open for me.' he ordered as you nodded, the dynamic between the two of you had shifted so quickly that it gave you a whiplash.

you had thought he would be putty in your hands but he was in control now.

he held your face with one hand while the other one was working to unbuckle his pants, his bulge could be seen through his boxers as your mouth watered, you always assumed eddie was packing, because of how big he felt when you sat on his lap, but now you could finally see it.

when he sprung his cock out from his boxers, your eyes widened. his cock was thick and hard, and his pink aching tip was dripping with his pre-cum, you licked your lips at the sight.

'need to taste you.' you whined.

he fisted your hair with one hand, causing you to look up at him again, the kiss he placed on your lips was sloppy and messy, he was eager, so eager that you could almost feel his cock ache as you started stroking him while he was distracted.

'do you wanna know what i thought about when i fucked my cock into your panties?' he asked, smirking.

you nodded almost groaning while your hand slowly rubbed him. 'i imagined you, on your knees, taking my cock like the good lil' girl you are. begging for me to fill your throat with my warm cum.'

'you want me to ruin you, pretty girl?' he murmured. 'fill you with my hard cock as you plead underneath me, want me to turn you into my little cockslut?'

he slipped his pink tip into your awaiting mouth, slowly gliding himself further until he was buried all the way down your throat.

he lowly groaned as he did so, his head thrown back from the pleasure, finally being able to have you right where he wanted.

finally getting to fill all your holes like he desired.

'f-fuck.' he whined, 'takin' my cock so well, such a good girl.' he praised and you felt your heat get wetter by his words, you needed him, and you needed his cock.

the way your mouth was wrapped around his aching cock was enough to make him want to shoot his cum right down your throat, it didn't matter if he had just spilled his load all over your panties, you were all of his desired wrapped up into one and just by looking at you felt his balls aching, wanting to release.

you blinked up at him, teary-eyed as you tried to take all of his cock in your mouth, you looked fucked out and eddie was enjoying every second of it.

as you finally adjusted to his size, you started licking and sucking, hollowing your cheeks as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a bit as eddie's grip on your hair tightened, letting out a moan.

's-shit sweetheart, you do that again and i might cum.' he muttered, 'and as much as i love seeing your mouth filled with my cock, i need to cum inside of you, fill you deep with my warm load.' he mocked as you looked up at him, your eyes glimmering as he said those words.

'look at you doll, so eager to have my cock inside of you, so eager to suck my cock, and you put those polaroids yourself...' he chuckled.

'if i knew you wanted me this fucking badly, i would've taken you a long time ago, sweetheart. would've made you mine, my own personal fucktoy.' he hummed at his own words, excitedly.

your head bobbed up and down as eddie threw his head back, groaning. 'that's it, baby. suck my cock like the good little whore you are.' he almost growled, the vibrations from the way you moaned while his cock was down your throat sent shivers down his spine.

he knew he wouldn't last long if you continued like this, he was barely holding himself from exploding down your throat.

'need you on the bed.' he demanded, you looked up confused. 'now.' he ordered again and you obeyed, getting up quickly as he whined at the empty feeling of your mouth leaving his cock.

'eds...' you murmured. his eyes were trained on you as you teasingly slid down the towel, so excruciatingly slow that eddie was about to roll his eyes, you finally dropped it with a small 'oops' and a giggle as you threw it at him.

eddie's eyes widened in shock, no matter how much in control he was, whatever you did always surprised him, he threw the towel aside as his eyes trained on your body, you felt exposed by the way eddie gazed at you, devouring you almost as he took every detail of your body, engraving it in his mind.

so that he could never, ever forget it. he almost fell on his knees when he got closer to you. 's-shit, pretty girl.' he groaned

'you're gonna be the fuckin' death of me.' he cursed. 'perfect, perfect fuckin' tits, sweetheart, so fuckin' perfect for suckin' and nibbling' his words were slurred now as his hands massaged your breasts, you whined at his touch.

you slowly took of your panties when he did so, holding it out for him when his attention shifted to you.

he grabbed them quickly but he was overstimulated by your body, he groaned again as his gaze shifted towards your pussy, 'can't wait to taste this sweet little cunt, fill it to the brim.' he gave your cunt a tight pinch making you whine.

he guided you toward the bed, plopping next to you as he started rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit, gentle at first before slapping it, a yelp of surprise escaped your lips as you whined.

's'fuckin' whiny for someone who was beggin' for this, hmm?' he hummed mockingly, he stuffed the jizz covered panties in your mouth, muffling your whining.

'taste it, baby, taste my fuckin' cum, i'm going to fill you so deep when we're done, you'll never get it out of you.' you moaned with his words, his still warm cum entered your tastebuds as he sickly watched, his cock ready to release at the sight.

his palm was heavy against your pussy as he slapped it, again and again, not stopping until he was sure you were dripping down your thighs.

you were shaking and you could feel your cunt throbbing, because of eddie.

who gave you pain and pleasure in an equal measure, you needed him and you needed him now.

'such a good girl for me, takin' it all so well.' he hummed as his fingers entered your folds without resistance, 'hmm, all ready for me.' you nod at him, approvingly.

'need you, eds. need you inside of me.' you murmur. he almost mocks you as he chuckles, 'my lil' cock slut, so eager to have me filling all of your holes, don't worry pretty girl, i'll fill all of them and i will make sure they are covered with my cum, always.' he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck.

then he strokes your bare pussy with the head of his cock, dragging it up and down your slit, the angry pink-tip of his cock is leaking with pre-cum while your juices mixes with his, he groans, 'gonna fuckin' ruin you, gonna make you my personal little cum dump.'

his words are filthy, so filthy that you know you are just as sick as him by the way they turn you on.

'ple- please, eds.' you're mumbling now, the way his tip teases your pussy lips is too much for you to handle, you are desperate.

your pleadings don't stop, eddie decides he finally had enough teasing as he slowly pushes the tip of his thick cock inside of you, he doesn't move much, teasing further as he withdraws himself until only the head of his girthy cock was inside of you.

you whine, your begging is getting louder now, and eddie gives you a smirk. 'such a tight fuckin' cunt.' he curses under his breath.

then, without any warning, eddie suddenly slams into you with a merciless thrust. his one hand fists your hair as the other caresses your breasts, as he bottoms out with each downward stroke.

he's so gentle but rough with you that it dizzies you, the way his cock is hitting all the right places causes loud moans out of your swollen lips, your eyes are rolled back as eddie is as loud as you imagined him to be, he is grunting, lowly groaning as he twists his face.

whenever you moan out his name, his pace gets faster, and his skin slaps roughly against yours, then his groans get more animalistic, it makes you want to repeat his name like a mantra.

'you still got that polaroid of yours?' he asks, his thrusts are sloppy now, you nod quickly, 'bedside drawer.' you manage to get out between your moans, and eddie reaches over, smirking as he grabs the polaroid.

'f-fuck, need to fuckin' engrave this memory in my mind, make sure i have it always with me. i always wanna see the way you look s'fucked out beneath me, pleading for my cock, lookin' all pretty as you moan out my name. need to show everyone that you're mine, my pretty girl, my lil' cock slut, my own personal fucktoy, my princess, all fuckin' mine.' his eyes darken when he emphasizes how you are his.

'f-fuck. yes please.' you lowly groan, your eyes are locked with his, 'i'm yours eds, i'm all yours.' you murmur, a smile plastered on your face.

'you agree with me so easily, pretty girl.' he almost chuckles, a grin on his face. 'when i say you'll be mine, i mean it.' his face is serious now.

'it means you're mine. your pretty lil' tits are mine.' he says as he traces his ringed fingers along your nipples, 'that pretty lil' mouth is mine.' his fingers travel up to your lips, and you open your mouth instinctively as you suck on them, the taste of metal and your juice engulfs your senses, you groan at the feeling.

eddie can't help but let out a guttural moan at your actions, he sheats his cock further as he curses, 'this tight lil' cunt, it will be mine, and only mine, princess.' his words are rough.

'd'you understand?' he asks, his voice is serious, you can't help but nod, you are ready to give him all of you, to ruin, to take, to have.

'tell me, tell me who you belong to.' he urges, and his cock is in and out of you so fast and rough as it sends a shiver down your spine, you can barely comprehend anything.

''m yours, eds, i'm all yours.' you let out between your desperate whines, he smiles proudly.

'good girl.' he murmurs, placing a kiss on your nipple, sucking and nibbling. 'my good fuckin' girl. don't fuckin' move.' he orders.

his hand picks up the polaroid camera, positioning it in his face as his other hand has a tight grip on your throat, your eyes are rolled back as eddie's thrust are still fast, he watches himself slip in and out of you with glory.

snap.

you barely notice the flash because of how fucked out you are, eddie smirks as the camera chews out the photo, and he shakes it as he waits for it to develop.

another smirk engulfs on his face as he admires the picture, it's so much better than the ones you took for him.

snap.

another picture, but this time his hand is squeezing your left boob, and he puts both of the pictures aside.

'my pretty girl.' he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

'eddie!' you yelp out, his cock hitting deeper and deeper, stretching you open fully, and you weren't sure if you could handle it anymore.

'need to cum, need to cum.' you moaned, pathetically. 'that's it pretty girl, cum for me.' he urged you to do so, he was close as well.

he reassures and encourages you to cum, he is kissing your neck, and playing with your nipples, you are whining, pleading, begging, it is so desperate, so beautiful to eddie, to have you like this in front of him.

and with the final confirmation from eddie you fall apart beneath him, breaking into a million pieces around his cock.

'gonna fuckin' ruin this cunt, make it mine, fill it with my warm load, just like you wanted, princess.' he has that sick grin again.

'gonna fill you so fuckin' deep that you'll never fuckin' get it out of you.' his words make your cunt ache.

'p-please, eds, want your cum.' you beg, almost. and with your final begging eddie comes inside of you with an animalistic groan, biting into the flesh of your neck.

despite having jerked off minutes ago, he is pumping an impressive amount of his load into you, you can feel his cock throbbing and his balls emptying inside of you.

he collapses on top of you the second he's finished, both of you trying to catch a breath.

once he does, he quickly gets up, making you whine.

'where are you going?' you ask innocently, as if the man in front of you didn't just fuck you into oblivion.

'we-' he corrects you, '-are going to the kitchen, i'm gonna bend you over the counter, and fuck you till all that pretty lil' head of yours will be filled with thoughts about my cock, ruining you, stretching you open.'

'we need more polaroids.' he grins.

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demonbanger · 2 years

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18+ | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 💌

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔 minors ! kindly do not interact please 𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki

𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨

𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations

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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”

He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.

You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.

“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.

He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.

“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.

As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.

This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?

“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.

Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.

You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,

“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.

“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.

The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…

Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.

“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x

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❤️‍🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”

The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.

You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.

You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.

“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.

A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—

Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…

But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.

You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.

Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.

“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.

“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.

“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.

“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.

You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”

Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?

“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.

Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x

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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*

Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.

(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)

When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.

“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.

“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.

“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.

“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.

“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.

He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x

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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”

What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.

It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.

Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.

“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.

“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.

“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.

“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.

“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.

“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……

“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.

“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.

“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.

“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.

“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.

“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.

When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.

“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.

“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”

“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.

“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.

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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”

He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.

If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.

You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.

Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.

He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.

He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.

“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.

Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”

“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.

He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.

“You don’t have to—”

“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.

“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.

You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.

“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”

He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.

“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x

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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”

A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!

A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.

You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.

His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!

“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.

“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.

“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.

“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”

He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”

“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”

“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.

“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”

You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.

“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.

He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.

“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.

“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”

You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”

The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.

“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.

He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.

“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”

The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”

“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.

“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x

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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”

You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.

“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.

“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.

You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”

What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.

You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.

“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”

“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.

“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.

“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x

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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*

Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.

“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.

You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.

When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.

“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.

You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.

He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”

You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.

Y/N❤️: Babe

Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are

So that’s what it was.

You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.

Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x

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🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”

Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!

You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.

But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.

“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.

“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.

Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.

“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.

“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.

“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.

“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.

You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.

“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.

“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.

“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.

“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.

You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.

He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x

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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.

Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.

He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.

“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”

He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.

“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.

“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.

“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.

“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.

“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?

You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.

“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.

“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.

He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”

All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.

At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x

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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕

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hi angel hope ur doin well today <3 i saw ur post n i need to know ur thoughts on stepbro! gyuvin pls 🤲

pairings | stepbro!gyuvin x stepsis!reader

warnings | stepcest, perv!gyuvin, noncon elements, voyeurism, panty stealing / sniffing, size kink

a/n 💌 OH MY GOD THEE QUEEN??? hello there AAAA thank u for requesting <3 i hope this is up to your liking heheh i hope you enjoy!

stepbro!gyuvin annoying and teasing you for having a small height for your age, but in reality he goes feral and would wanna just carry you to his room and fuck you there like his own personal fucktoy!! this guy would have a size kink i just know it!

stepbro!gyuvin stealing your used underwear and sniffing them while he jerks on it to his room. when he’s about to cum, he grabs your panties and shoots his seed directly to it. after a while, he would feel guilty and wash your panties for you :( he’ll leave it to dry somewhere in his room and puts it in your drawer when you’re not around as if nothing happened

stepbro!gyuvin jerking in front of his laptop with the pictures and video of your panties and your thighs he took secretly everytime you’re in escalator or in a jam-packed elevator when you’re wearing skirts or your uniform everytime you’re with him!!

stepbro!gyuvin installing a very small camera on eumppappa’s collar to spy on you everytime his dog comes near you. everytime you make cute little noises to his dog, and everytime the dog comes near your pretty parts such as your chest and thighs, he can’t help himself but jerk off on the recordings!! he’s kinda envy that his dog can come near you like that and he doesn’t have the guts to do so :((

one time, you heard skin slapping on gyuvin’s room, and even caught him moaning your name when you just arrived home from school. you decided to confront him after you put your things down your room and confronted him when the “noises” from his room died down.

you knocked on his room, opening it afterwards. “hey gyuv… mind if i ask you something?” you asked him, you were greeted by him playing with his phone on his bed. “hm.. what’s up?”

“d-do you like me?” you asked, he suddenly stops on playing his game, he then snickered, “psh, no? you’re my stepsister, what in the world is that question?” deep inside, gyuvin’s eager to say yes to you :(

“i heard you moan my name by the time i arrived, you sure you don’t like me?” you chuckled, and gyuvin froze at his position, this is a situation he cannot dodge, so he decided to tell you the truth and apologize. he doesn’t wanna lie to you anyway :(

“s-sorry, y/n… you see… i, uh… i sorta like you and you’re so pretty i can’t help it… and the fact you’re my stepsister is so wrong to think this way… can you forgive me?”

“if you’re really sorry… then, do you wanna help me?” you asked, lifting up your uniform skirt, to reveal your panties. the sight immediately made gyuvin’s dick twitch. this was everything he’s been dreaming of and it’s finally about to happen.

“fuck… mind helping me too then, sis?”

next thing you know, you’re bouncing on your stepbro’s cock in your skimpy little uniform :3

#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 x reader #gyuvin smut #kim gyuvin smut #kei ☆ drabbles

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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 2 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 3 (word count: 6.6k)

The scent of a familiar human female drifted through the air as Harry neared his cabin. He slowed his stride and honed in on the direction of his dwelling with a sniff. He wouldn’t forget the smell of her. Ever since the day at the lake when he got out and picked up her hat from her pile of clothes and her panties were there lying on top making his mouth water, her unique smell stuck with him.

This time he was sure he wasn’t imagining it. Enough days had gone by for her scent to have dissipated. Last time there had been a possibility that the smell of her had lingered on the young one’s fur - he’d seen her snuggle him to her chest when he was hiding behind the door at the station and she almost walked in on him stealing the pup away - but this time there was no way he could still be smelling her anymore… unless she was there.

Slowing down, and hiding behind a denser part of the forest to the cabin’s side he perked his ears up and listened intently.

She was going through his things.

She wouldn’t be finding anything, anyway. So he decided to play her little game. Wait and see what she was plotting further when her plans to find out more about him would inevitably fail.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled by the prospect of seeing her again. He’d refrained from following her all these days since their last encounter down by the lake. He knew better than to give in to his instincts when it came to her.

She was human.

She was a ranger.

But she was also… irresistible to him.

He’d been surprised at how often she popped into his mind. He’d seen plenty of human females before, but absolutely none caught his attention until then. After all, how could they ever? Their species just weren’t compatible like that. He was naturally attracted to a lot of things that women just didn’t possess.

But then - why was it that whenever he would pick up on her accelerated heart rate he relished in it? Especially when it was coupled with her bravery. Knowing exactly how scared she was underneath that facade was incredibly attractive to him. He was sure that, to the human eye, her fear she hid so well would never show.

He’d deliberately gotten under her skin a bit at the lake, just to see if what he’d felt that first encounter during the full moon had been real. He was sure to scare her, lurking in the water like that - and sure enough, he had, he could sense her heart rate pick up. He could hear her blood run fast through her veins. But still, he would’ve never been able to tell, simply by just looking at her, that he was having this effect on her.

Not to mention other effects. To his delight and surprise, he was arousing her. He could smell it, even with the lake water washing it off her, the smell potent and mouth-watering to him. Even in her state of distress, she was still attracted to him. What did that mean? Did she like a bit of danger in a man? Was she into bad boys? Was she into rough–

Harry shook his head, inhaling deeply, trying to collect himself. But all it did was remind him of her proximity. Her scent was so alluring. She wasn’t aroused but even so, there was just something about her fragrance that enthralled him.

He’d not had that happen with anyone of his kind. Much less any human. He’d never met someone that he felt he could just get lost in scenting all day long.

He just wanted to lay her down and bury his nose in her neck. And his tongue–

Harry rested his forehead against a tree trunk. What was he going to do about all of what he was feeling? It wasn’t natural. He felt perverse lusting after a human like that.

Thankfully, she was gonna put an end to his misery and hopefully get lost soon, he could hear her footsteps approaching the entrance to the cabin, even from a considerable distance. He peered through the greenery, making sure she wouldn’t be able to spot him, and was thankful for yet another way in which they were different - she wouldn’t be able to sense his own heart pounding against his ribcage. He could hide all the ways his body was responding to her perfectly, something he wouldn’t be able to do with a mate.

–Not that he was comparing her to a possible mate.

His eyes zeroed in on her lite frame, and he was once again reminded of how small and fragile she appeared to be in the water when he purposely towered over her, trying to intimidate her. But she stood her ground. Nobody had ever looked him square in the eye like that, seemingly unwaveringly. Granted, she didn’t know who it was that she was defying like that. Everyone from his pack knew better than to dare provoke him. The females would cower with a whimper. And the males would retreat, tail or no apparent tail between their legs.

Their difference in size should’ve put him off. He was instinctively drawn to females that were similar in build to him. An alpha, just like him, the biggest and strongest of her kind. But the ranger was petite by comparison. She was of average human height for a woman, to be sure. But compared to his kind, she was even smaller than a beta.

He watched her look around on high alert, and sure enough, she was as careful as ever. Well, as careful as was humanly possible. She made sure not to leave any tracks and then appeared to be leaving- only she wasn’t planning on leaving at all.

Furrowing his brows, he watched with a bit of delight as she searched around the exterior of the house and stuck herself in between the large pine and the bushes to hide, which granted her a good view of the cabin’s entryway.

She was going to wait for him to show up.

So she wanted to play, did she? He’d play.

A quick scan, well - a different kind of scan of her head to toe assured him she wasn’t armed. She was probably carrying that measly butter knife she called a weapon. He could use that to scratch his back in his shapeshifted form.

Wiping the grin from his face he resumed his walk back to the cabin and the closer he got he could hear her heart pounding. She was nervous. As she should be.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the man approach. She had somehow dodged the bullet yet again. She’d just been inside, conducting a thorough investigation of his belongings and she wouldn’t have wanted him happening upon her while she did so.

Her investigation had proved fruitless, however.

She’d used up her day off- once again- to try and gather as much information as she could on this man and try and figure out what he was up to. Why did he have a cabin in the deepest part of the forest, making it virtually inhabitable and incredibly difficult to get to by foot? Was he a fugitive? Was he an outlaw?

She needed to know. Because she couldn’t keep it a secret much longer. This was illegal, and she had to bring it to her colleagues’ attention soon- otherwise she could get in big trouble for keeping quiet about her discovery. She could even become an accomplice to whatever this man was up to by keeping her silence about it.

But she was well aware that if she was to bring this to light, she would also have to disclose all the instances she’d broken protocol to get there. Starting from how she’d gone after the pup that full moon when she was suspecting poachers without calling in for backup and ending with using her rifle while off duty when she made the first trek there (she didn’t risk it the second time around, though) and discovered the cabin. And everything in between. It was guaranteed to have her fired, and she would probably even have her badge suspended.

She needed to figure out if this was worth giving up her job as a ranger for. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t land a job as good as this one for a long while with all the things that were sure to go into her report. But if the man really was dangerous, and if she found out he was conducting any kind of illegalities (aside from building property on government land, that is), she was willing to take the risk. She was a sworn officer, and to her, the law was above all else. Yes, she’d broken protocol on several accounts but she’d done it with good intentions. She wasn’t expecting anyone to see it her way, though.

She’d been very thorough going through the man’s belongings in the cabin. But there wasn’t much there to look at. She’d taken note of how scarcely it was furnished the first time (well, considering she had yet to figure out how exactly he’d brought all the furniture into the middle of the forest on foot- she was surprised he had any that couldn’t just be built from scratch on the spot- like the couch and the kingsize mattress he had on that huge bed), but she hadn’t gone through his stuff quite as thoroughly back then.

She’d left no stone unturned this time around and she had found absolutely nothing to his name. She was hoping for some sort of ID, some receipts at the very least, anything to give her some info on him. But he had absolutely nothing of the sort inside the cabin. Aside from his books (that she went through- and couldn’t even find footnotes), his spirits, and his clothes, there was nothing to indicate the cabin was even lived in.

After petting the pup for a while, she gave up and admitted defeat. She had to get back on track, it was a long way back awaiting her and she had to make use of sunlight.

But then, she thought she’d wait and see if he’d show up. Maybe that’d give her some sort of clue. Otherwise, unless he chose to stalk her again like he did showing up at the lake all those days ago, it was a dead end.

She chose a spot that she felt was well hidden and decided to wait it out and see if he’d show. It was her only chance at finding out something- anything- at this point.

While she stood there waiting, she allowed her mind to go back to the lake. Visions of him emerging from the water were plaguing her dreams. She couldn’t erase them from her memory. None of it. Starting with his eyes that were the color of clear water reflecting the deep forest pines… The way they pierced right through her, she felt as though he could read her mind as if she couldn’t keep anything secret from him no matter how hard she tried. Then his nose, and how his nostrils flared with each pant, and how she thought she’d never seen a nose she found attractive before. It was so masculine and perfectly proportioned to his face. Then probably her favorite thing about him- that large mouth with pink, luscious lips. The perfect shape and size. The square of his sharp jawline. The long hair, slicked back and wet, and that stray curl that hung over his face. She wanted to coil it around her finger and bring its curl back into shape. His shoulders- his frame was massive compared to hers. He wasn’t bulky, but he was definitely well built, his muscles well defined- but not for the sake of showing off. It looked as though he really used his body’s strength. The tattoos, she was incredibly intrigued by them. She’d seen a few that first night, especially the ones on his hands with his sleeves rolled back to his elbows, but the ones on his torso were quite a sight. Unexpected, too, for a man as intimidating as him, to choose swallows and a butterfly, especially considering their size and placement.

And then he’d gone out of the water and well- maybe his mouth wasn’t her favorite thing about him after all. She felt bad for not giving his large back and shapely thighs more attention, but his glutes were like something she’d only seen on greek statues in museums before.

And then he turned around and suddenly, the comparison to any greek statue was nonexistent.

It was safe to say she’d never seen anyone as big as he was. Not even erect. And he wasn’t erect, her hat stood testament to that.

She could never erase that from her mind. It made her clench around nothing just remembering it. Of course, a man like him would be well-endowed. They didn’t call it big dick energy for nothing, and he exuded it in spades. But this… this was next level. She needed his name if only to call the Guinness Book of World Records to come see for themselves.

She wondered if it would be painful–

Her thoughts were brutally interrupted by the owner of said world record himself. Wearing clothes- sadly- but still clad in his ridiculous getup. How the hell did he make the trek in those heeled chelsea boots she’d never understand. She barely made it in her Doc Martens. No backpack. No water. No nothing.

Was there a secret passageway through somewhere? Something definitely wasn’t adding up.

And now here she was watching him slowly make his way back to his cabin. She’d wait a bit and watch him from her hiding spot. Surely he wouldn’t see her hidden. She hoped.

As Harry got closer he decided how he was going to mess with her. If she wanted to do this she was going to learn who she was playing with. He would have some fun.

Instead of immediately going inside, Harry decided to walk around near to where she was hiding, just to really get her going. Just as he hoped, her heart rate increased wildly when he was only feet from her. He put on a show of moaning and stretching his arms overhead to display his large stature, the bottom hem of his shirt rising to reveal the laurel tattoos at his hips. He inhaled deeply and sighed. But his deep inhale drew in her scent, making his olfactory senses go wild. She had been sweating just a bit. He closed his eyes for a moment as her fragrance traveled through his nasal cavity and up toward the roof of his mouth, tasting the acrid perspiration on his tongue. He leaned down slowly to pick up a bucket of rainwater next to the bush to bring with him inside, a sort of cover for the show he’d just put on. He walked toward the front to enter his cabin and could tell right away that she’d calmed significantly once he stepped away.

She watched him get inside and then wondered how long it’d be before something relevant would happen. Would he leave again? Would she even be able to see anything through his windows if he lit up candles? But then again- she couldn’t let it get dark at all, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to make the journey back to her car.

Harry walked inside and looked at her through his laced sheer curtains. He could see her since he knew where to look- but he knew she couldn’t see him. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to see what she’d do.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. You know she’s out there.”

The pup stared at Harry with a look that felt accusatory. But he could judge all he wanted. Harry didn’t need to explain himself to anyone.

Y/N waited and waited, but she thought the man must’ve gone to bed. After all, what else would he do in there? Or read one of his books- but it was getting dark and he hadn’t lit any of his candles, so that couldn’t be the case.

She had no choice but to get going. She couldn’t risk making the trek back in the dark, without her rifle. She would probably make it just in time to the marked trails when the sun set completely, but with how dense the forest was so deep in, it was already getting difficult to navigate.

Harry saw her leave and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He knew she was probably leaving because it was getting dark, and she was wise to do so, but part of him had really wanted to have her in his proximity some more. Hear more of that smart mouth of hers.

But Harry wasn’t planning on spending the night at the cabin. He very seldom did. He came to check on the little one and bring him some food and water and then he’d be off to his pack, where he was needed. He made sure he got his scent all around the cabin every couple of days to deter any unwanted visitors (of the inhuman kind).

He bid his farewell after doing all he’d set out to do at the cabin and left. Just before he could truly enter the forest his nose picked up a scent it very seldom did. Wolves knew better than to come anywhere near his cabin. They weren’t near- but as close as they’d gotten in ages, definitely.

And there were a few- if Harry had to guess, he’d estimate 2 or 3. Which only meant that they were hunting. And his own nose couldn’t pick up anything substantial in their vicinity except for the one scent his nostrils were still overwhelmed by- the ranger’s.

Y/N was cursing her decision to linger at the cabin for longer than she’d intended. It wasn’t even close to sunset yet, but the forest was so dark already. She just had to get back on the marked trails and she’d be alright, but these places were dangerous for a reason.

Animals that kept their distance during the day were becoming active. She certainly needed that rifle now more than ever. She cursed at herself for being so dumb. She’d set out to come gather info in a more organized fashion and somehow it ended up even more reckless than the first time around.

She kept hearing noises and twigs snapping behind her, making her feel like she was being followed.

Was the man following her? No. Impossible. He had no idea she’d been there, and she’d waited a good 15 minutes before leaving. Had he known she was there he’d have confronted her. Had he found something amiss in his cabin he’d have gone out to try and find whoever had tempered with his belongings. But she knew she’d left everything intact.

She was just being paranoid.

But she couldn’t shake off the feeling. She could’ve sworn she heard huffing behind her. She kept looking back but she had to keep her eye on the GPS. She couldn’t afford to deviate off course at all.

Another quick glance back and her blood froze. She saw a pair of eyes glistening in the dark and she knew she was in big trouble.

She slowed down a bit and turned again, and this time she could see not one but two pairs of glistening eyes. The shape and hue could only belong to wolves.

They were way closer than when she’d previously spotted the first pair. They were gaining up on her.

She tried not to panic, and slowly turned her body to face them while keeping on moving backward, just the way she’d been taught so many times during her training for this position. Just the way she’d prepared for even way before that- ever since she’d first gone trekking with her father in the mountains. Walking backward was tricky but she knew better than to turn her back on a wolf in the wild. Much less two of them. She had to spot a tree and climb up as quickly as possible. The wolves wouldn’t be able to scale the tree.

Running was futile. They were much faster than she could possibly be. And she still had a good few hours til she got to her car. There was no way she could outrun them for that long. She had no choice. She could only walk backward till she could spot a good tree to escalate and then wait it out. They’d hopefully tire of waiting for her to come down eventually-most probably by sun up they’d leave her be.

Her mind was running a mile an hour, while she carefully walked backward. She could see them clearly now, they weren’t trying to hide from her at all anymore, but she was confusing them with her strange behavior. Enough to deter them from pouncing on her right away. But the trick wouldn’t last much longer. She needed to find that tree, fast.

She finally spotted something that looked like she could climb it. She couldn’t risk and just try and climb any old tree- if she failed they’d tear her limb for limb immediately.

She started redirecting towards it and the wolves followed. She couldn’t even reach for the army knife she had stuffed inside her boot. Crouching was gonna get her killed.

But when she heard a twig snap from the direction in which she was headed she flinched, slowing down even further. A quick glance revealed yet another wolf, and it was standing right next to the tree she’d chosen to climb.

This was it.

She wasn’t going to make it.

She wasn’t able to coordinate her feet well enough anymore and she tripped backward on her next step.

She had the presence of mind to immediately go for her knife, but a loud growl made her drop it and cower away, facing the ground and trying to protect herself from the imminent attack.

But the attack never came.

The next thing she heard was whimpering and yapping and she quickly felt the ground for the knife she’d dropped. Finding it, she chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed when she was met with another pair of eyes, very similar to the ones before. But the longer she stared into them, the more she recognized they were not wolf eyes.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” the man knelt next to her and put his hand on her shoulder to which she screamed again, flinching away. “You’re in shock. Try and calm down. You’re safe now.”

She was shaking violently; tears fell down her cheeks without her even realizing. Her trembling hands hugged around her torso and the man gently took the knife out of her hand and folded it, showing it to her before dropping it in her coat pocket.

She didn’t even register what he was doing. She barely even recognized that it was him.

He reached over to her backpack and took her water bottle out, uncapping it and holding it out for her. She grabbed it and gulped down most of it, in an effort to calm her senses.

“That’s it. You’re alright. Breathe.”

She panted heavily and tried to focus on inhaling deep breaths through her nose, and squinted her eyes, pushing more tears down her face. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eye sockets trying to get a grip.

“You’re in shock. Give yourself a moment to process it.” the man admonished “You were just about to be shredded to pieces!”

She hiccuped a sob and allowed herself to cry some more. He was right. She’d been so close. It was a miracle she was alive.

Harry looked at her and fought every instinct he had to grab her into his arms and soothe her. He’d just startle her. She feared him, maybe even more than she feared those beasts earlier.

Little did she know he was the ultimate big, bad wolf.

He was far more dangerous than those 3 from earlier. They’d been too distracted salivating over their prey to smell him, but all he had to do was snarl at them once and they skedaddled like the mutts they were.

She tried getting up but cried out, falling back onto her sore butt with a loud thud.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” his brows furrowed even deeper. He thought he’d spared her any harm, but her cry of distress had pierced right through his heart. He never wanted to hear that sound again.

“I’m not sure” she shook her head. “Help me up?”

He stood, reaching out his hand for her and when she tried propping herself up she felt it again. That stabbing pain shooting right through her foot, all the way up her leg “Ow!”

Harry winced and sparing not a moment longer, he bent and grabbed her into his arms, lifting her off the ground like she weighed nothing- backpack and all.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You may have fractured your leg.”

“It’s probably just a sprained ankle… put me down–”

“Even so, you shouldn’t put weight on it. Let me carry you. Please.”

She looked into his eyes, he was closer than he’d ever been, even in the lake towering over her. She was a breath away from his face, he was holding her unnecessarily high, but he looked unphased.

… Did he just say please? She was probably high from the adrenaline rush.

“I parked at the southeast entrance…”

“You can’t drive with a bad foot. I’m taking you back to my cabin. It’s closer, and you’re already familiar with it.” he raised an eyebrow at her and then the other when she opened up her mouth to argue. Truth was, she had no fight left in her.

She let him carry her in his arms all the way back to his cabin. She was willing her heart rate to stabilize, though she wasn’t sure anymore if it was pounding that strongly against her ribcage because of her near-death experience or because of how it felt to be held in his arms like that. She felt silly even comparing the two alternatives, just she was being honest with herself- it was affecting her a lot, his proximity, his gentleness, and the fact that he didn’t strain at all carrying her all that way. She knew it was a long way to the cabin, she’d actually made some progress on her way back before this whole ordeal happened. But he was walking them fast, much faster than he should’ve been able to in those damn chelsea boots. Not to mention the fact that he knew his way around the growingly dark forest without any need for a GPS or a compass even.

She was mindful not to pull on his hair when she placed her hands around his neck, and she let herself become distracted by the feel of his pulse against her digits. The smell of him- that cologne she’d smelled that full moon at the station that she’d stupidly mistaken for air freshener- mixed with a hint of perspiration, it was making her feel… protected. And she knew it was wild because this man was dangerous, but he’d just saved her life. And she couldn’t help but feel grateful and safe in his arms. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he slowed down a bit, looking at her. She avoided eye contact but could feel his gaze. He eventually picked up his pace again and they were back at the cabin in no time.

Harry kicked the door open and went straight for his bed. He’d imagined throwing her onto his bed and her bouncing off it in a fit of giggles more than once, he could admit. But it wasn’t this bed, instead, it was his much nicer one back home. And she wasn’t injured and shaken, but naked and willing.

He willed those thoughts away, and carefully laid her down. He lit the candle he had on the bedside table and immediately propped a pillow underneath her injured leg. He could tell her right one was the culprit by the way she was afraid to stretch it. She winced even when he very gently held her foot and untied her shoelaces, taking off her boot and then the other.

“It was that damn swiss knife… must’ve fallen on it funny, I had it in my right boot.”

“Why are you even carrying that useless thing around…” he muttered, inspecting her right ankle. It was swollen and he cursed at himself for not having any ice at the cabin. He would have to improvise something.

“I can’t exactly take my rifle with me while I’m off duty…” she trailed off, looking at her ankle and assessing the damage. It was looking bad.

“Why are you venturing out into the woods unarmed, then?”

She raised her gaze to meet his.

“Don’t you realize how dangerous that is? Look what could’ve happened had I not been there to save you!”

“Well– I mean– you weren’t armed either!” she couldn’t exactly ask him what he was doing back into the woods when she knew he’d just gotten back to his cabin, and blow off her cover. He didn’t need to know she’d been there to go through his stuff.

“I know what I’m doing, unlike you, clearly.”

She scoffed, meaning to pull her foot away from his hold but then cried out. She couldn’t contract her muscles at all.

“Stop fidgeting!”

“Stop scolding me!”

Harry exhaled loudly through his nose. This human was wearing his patience thin. His attention went back to her leg and his eyes noticed her leg was scraped underneath her pants.

“We need to take these off. You’re cut.”

Her heart started hammering in her chest again, to Harry’s wicked delight. “Wait– what? Why?”

“You scraped your skin, we need to disinfect it. And you can’t sleep in these anyway. You won’t be able to take them off by yourself. I’ll help you.”

It dawned on Y/N for the first time that evening that she was going to spend the night with this dangerous stranger, in his cabin. Somehow that hadn’t clicked until then.

“Wait– but…”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm himself down. He recognized she must’ve been still shaken up from her attack earlier, but he was growing impatient. She needed to let him help her and stop questioning him. He wasn’t used to this. No one ever challenged his authority like this.

“Okay…” she finally conceded.

He opened his eyes and for the first time since he’d met her, he was met with no resistance when he looked into hers. Finally. Maybe she was tameable after all.

He nudged his head toward her midsection “Lift up your bum, use your hands to push up a bit, and I’ll take them off for you.”

He didn’t miss her blush as she did as instructed. He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her trousers, then hooked his thumbs inside her waistband and dragged the material down and off her shapely legs. While he was careful to pull them carefully off of her injured foot, she pulled her dress shirt as far down as it would go, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs as she sat on the bed.

But there was no hiding from Harry. He didn’t need to see to know what she was hiding from him. He could smell her perfectly fine from the edge of the bed, and it was making him dizzy. He blinked his eyes and swallowed down the saliva that began to gather on his tongue when her scent permeated the air. She smelled almost edible, though he wasn’t interested in eating a human. But he would be interested in tasting what was underneath her panties…

Her adrenaline rush from before added a very heady note to her scent. That coupled with the sight of her legs in the candlelight was pushing him over the edge.

He needed a minute.

“I’ll… be right back. Stay put.”

He didn’t even wait for her to reply with “Where would I go?” before he was out the front door. He tried inhaling fresh air, but it was useless. It was as if he’d buried his face between her thighs, that’s how strongly he could smell her.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to keep it together. He’d never felt like this. Not even in his rut. He made a mental note not to go anywhere near the bed in his cabin when he was due for his next rut, which was rapidly approaching. He’d never make it through it surrounded by her scent. He couldn’t imagine anything more painful.

After scouring for yarrow to help disinfect and stop the bleeding on her knee, and wild parsley to help the swelling for her ankle, Harry started a small fire under a boiling pot of water with the parsley to make a tincture. And he ground up the yarrow in a mortar, using a pestle, to make a paste. He began to feel a bit better with the distance from the girl. He needed to get his head on straight. He couldn’t be acting like this around a human. He couldn’t be feeling like this about a human.

He came back into the room with everything he’d prepared and found that she’d fallen asleep already. He felt a pang of guilt for waking her up, but he had to tend to the ankle before he could let her sleep.

“What are you doing in here?” the man admonished through his teeth.

Y/N flinched awake, wincing at her involuntary strain of calf muscles, watching Harry shoo the pup out of the room. It’d come in after Harry left and she petted it, as it snuggled next to her in bed. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep.

“Why are you shooing it away? It was purring while I scratched behind its ear…”

Harry’s brows furrowed even deeper, jealousy hitting him like a freight train. He couldn’t help but imagine himself being the one there next to her, purring while she ran her nimble fingers through his curls, scratching at his scalp soothingly.

“He– he knows he’s not allowed on the bed” he blurted. Truth was, his nephew had no business being in there, especially with Y/N half-naked. And he didn’t want him seeing him act like this around her. He could recognize he wasn’t being himself when it came to her. Nobody had ever seen him blabber like this. It was humiliating how she reduced him to a pathetic puddle of need.

He cleared his throat and got right to it, pulling out one of the fancy Gucci shirts he had hanging in his closet, and tearing the fabric to make a bandage. The tincture had cooled enough for him to soak the cloth in it and squeeze out the excess, then began wrapping it tightly around her ankle. She winced in pain a couple of times, and he cooed soothingly that it’d be over soon.

Watching in shock as he destroyed the shirt to use on her wounds, she kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t need him knowing that she’d also dug through his closet and saw the high-end labels on nearly everything inside. The shirt he used on her was certainly a lot of money, yet he tore it and dipped it into the tincture as if it was nothing. She never thought she’d see this man do these things. From the way he’d saved her and carried her back to the way he was tending to her injury, he was so gentle and knowledgeable about it- it completely caught her off guard.

Inspecting her ankle she felt like he’d done an excellent job of cleaning and wrapping the wound. It was interesting. He didn’t appear to be a man who would know how to do any of this. The jewelry, the fancy clothes, the stupid chelsea boots he wore in the forest… anyone would take a look at him and assume he was clueless about the wilderness and survival. But he knew to select yarrow for her cuts and wild parsley for the swelling of her ankle, which was something she hadn’t even considered in her state.

She was lost in thought over it when she noticed his gaze had trailed further up her body and she realized that when she’d fallen asleep, her shirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. She ever so slowly grabbed the hem and pulled it back down, and she saw him frown in disapproval, his bottom lip jutting out a bit.

But he resumed his work on her foot, seemingly unaware of how she’d caught him staring.

“All done. You should feel better come morning. Make sure you don’t move it in your sleep, don’t cover it with blankets, let it breathe.”

“Okay”.

Her small voice reminded him of the scene he’d walked in on just earlier, how fragile she looked, asleep, on his bed. He wished she’d let him guard over her- make sure she didn’t move and maybe even change her bandage through the night. But he knew she wouldn’t let him. He’d be pushing it.

“If there’s anything you need… I’ll be right next door. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh- I could sleep on the couch–”

“Absolutely not. And risk falling over the edge? Your foot would never heal properly.” He stood up and scanned her on the bed, then leaned in and grabbed her from underneath her armpits, scooting her more to the middle of the bed. He readjusted the pillow propping her foot up too, then placed several pillows alongside her body, making sure she wouldn’t turn over in her sleep.

She giggled at how thorough he was being about it. The sound made Harry have to fight very hard not to let a smile slip. It was like music to his ears. “I’ll be fine. Really…. Uhm… Thank you… I don’t even know your name.”

He stared at her for a beat, his hand already on the doorknob. He needed to get away from her. It was getting unbearable.

“It’s Harry.”

“Harry…” she tried it on her tongue. It suited him, she supposed. “I’m Y/N. Thank you, Harry. For everything. After the way I’ve treated you, you had no reason to jump to my rescue. Especially with how much danger you put yourself in while doing so. I might not agree with… this cabin… and the way you choose to go about the law and rules we have… but I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think I misjudged you.”

Harry swallowed thickly. She was half asleep, drowsy, and probably coming down from her adrenaline rush. She’d most likely forget she’d said anything come morning. But in the moment, he believed her. He watched her snuggle her face into his pillow, closing her eyes and he tight-knuckled the doorknob, trying to will himself to leave the room.

He wavered, then blew off the candle with an exaggerated huff and left the room before the smoke even had a chance to clear out.

Chapter 4

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aemvnd · 19 days

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the lil' "rafe steals your panties" drabble that i deleted yesterday (cause i didn't like it :( !!!) is rewritten & will be posted asap. !!! 🧸♡ྀི

update: she's posted. !!! 💌

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aangell333 · 7 months

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thong snatching eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz x reader 💌🌸

summary: hawk winds up stealing his crush’s panties and is suddenly overcome with panic and not a single idea what to do… until he fully realised what he’s stolen

warnings: part one? maybe? kinda pervy!hawk, male masturbation, hawk having a borderline crisis, kinda mean!hawk, typical tutor x tutee, hawk’s fantasies

END IS NOT PROOFREAD.

“eli, can I talk to you after class with y/n please?” mr palmer asked.

“uh, sure. I gotta get to karate, though, so make it quick. and it’s hawk.” hawk replied snappily. his poor science teacher sighed and shook his head as he walked away. “when are these teachers gonna learn, dude?”

“y/n? as in y/l/n?” miguel asked hawk from the seat beside him, ignoring the mohawk-ed boy’s moody grumbling.

“I’m pretty sure that out of all the kids you’ve bullied in the school, I don’t think you’ve even acknowledged her!” from the table behind, demitri cracked a joke in his dry, sarcastic humour; earning a snort from miguel and a glare from hawk.

“dude, I don’t bully girls.” hawk replied in a slight mutter.

“yes. you do.” sam replied from the table in front of him and miguel, turning in her chair.

“h-hey sam…” miguel swooned.

“since when?” hawk demanded, his face scrunching. “besides, we’re getting off-track! who’s this y/n girl?”

“that’s her.” aisha pointed over sam’s shoulder to you. hawk glanced over at you and scoffed.

“she looks like a mega nerd.” he and miguel snickered.

“she is not! don’t diss my back-up bestie like that. she’s actually super cool.” yasmine said from beside demitri.

“whatever.” hawk rolled his eyes.

truth was, hawk did know who you were. god, did he know. maybe hawk was acting like he didn’t know you, but eli was screaming inside of him at even being in the same room as you. as eli, he had had the biggest crush on you. he would be jittery everytime you were around, he would blush at the thought of you- fuck, he’d even forget about his lip around you! you had consumed his every thought since middle school. so yeah, there was a reason hawk ‘hadn’t even acknowledged you’.

so when the end of class finally rolled around and hawk found himself stood beside you in front of the teacher’s desk, he had to contain eli like a fucking animal into a cage. shoved deep down so he could act like hawk — cool, calm, collected, and super fucking hot.

“eli-“

“-hawk.” mr palmer sighed as hawk corrected him.

“you’re falling behind. your grades are falling and it’s causing your gpa to decline. we can’t have that. that’s why I’ve asked y/n here to tutor you. lucky for you, she’s said yes.” at his words, hawk’s stomach turned into a rampage of butterflies. that flew up to his throat when you threw him a warm smile. “now, as you know, there was an… incident in the library yesterday due to some… karate enthusiasts. so y/n has very kindly agreed to tutor you at her home. in her own time. do you understand?”

“b-but that’s my time too! time I could be practicing karate!” hawk exclaimed before he realised the situation. you. y/n y/l/n. eli and hawk’s long, long, long, long term crush. would be tutoring him. at his home. out of school hours. “nevermind it doesn’t matter. when do we start?”

“whenever you want.” mr palmer smiled triumphantly.

“I’m free today?” you suggested. hawk’s heart melted at your words.

“y-yeah. today is good.” he stuttered back.

“didn’t you snap at me not twenty minutes ago about having karate practice-“

“cancelled. I’m completely free.” hawk melted even more as you beamed at him.

“great. wanna go now?” at your words, hawk could only deftly nod. “great!”

god, eli had only ever dreamed of being in your room. it was a perfect reflection of you. in every way.

“sorry it’s a little messy,” you laughed sheepishly as you picked up a few things off of the floor. but he didn’t care about any form mess at all. “still definitely no to a drink? or anything to eat?”

“I’m fine, honestly. thank you, though.” he said, placing his bag on your bed and standing almost awkwardly. he watched as you placed your bag on your desk and began unpacking folders and books.

“so, what would you like to focus on first?” you asked, your back still to him. hawk couldn’t help but glance at your jean-clad ass, a smirk crawling onto his lips.

“uh, anything you want to really,” he replied, his eyes unable to drag away from the sight before him.

“I was thinking start from the beginning? and I just talk you through it? you can make me stop or start again whenever you like.” he couldn’t help but smile as you turned around with the big science textbook in your hands. he nodded.

“sure. sounds good to me.” his heart melted further at the sight of your relieved smile. you were obviously glad your taking charge hadn’t upset the temperamental boy.

you turned back around and began setting stuff up.

“you sit in this chair-“ you pointed to the plush desk chair beside you. “- i’ll go grab one for me.”

you walked out of the room and eli looked around. a small hamper in the corner of the room caught his eye and he smirked as he imagined the contents. he heard your footsteps descending the staircase and decided it couldn’t hurt to peek. and that’s what he did.

cracking the lid open, he was pleasantly surprised by how a black, cotton thong sat on top of your worn clothes. he smirked.

he hadn’t meant to snatch it, but he had picked it up and had to contain a groan at the sight of white streaks where your cunt had rubbed against it for an entire day; you must’ve been needy that day. and when he had heard your footsteps coming back up, he only had one thought in his empty mind.

hide it.

so he had stuffed the panties into one of the unassuming pockets of his cargo pants and headed out of the door.

“hey, do you need help with that chair?” he chuckled.

he sat on his bed, his hands shaking and eyes wide. why the fuck had he gone and snatched the poor girl’s panties? he cursed himself for his horny thoughts.

he turned the skimpy fabric over in his hands and his breath hitched when he caught another sight of those white streaks. going out on a whim, an unsure one at that, he brought the cotten closer to his face and took a smell.

fuck.

how does someone’s cunt smell so good?

he felt his half-hard cock twitch in his boxers. he took another sniff, this time inhaling harder. his eyes rolled back as your most intimate scent invaded his senses and he couldn’t help palming himself through his cargos.

he wiggled his hand into his cargos and palmed himself through his boxers. he felt too constrained. he shimmied off his cargos and chucked them aside before reaching into his boxers and grabbing his hardening cock.

inhaling again, he began stroking. nice and slowly. he ran his thumb over his slit and the thighs in his muscles briefly clenched. he spat into his hand before resuming his strokes, soon building up speed.

he’d never felt this way about a girl. so fucking horny and desperate that he steals her dirty panties to jerk off to. but, alas, that was what he was doing. he jerked his fist harder, his hips bucking as he pressed the fabric to his nose and tried to suppress his moans. you just smelt so good, it was intoxicating.

he pictured you, studying away at your desk in your cute room with a cute little frown on your face, completely oblivious to his perverted actions. he squeezed his dick slightly and moaned at the feeling, imagining it was you clenching around him. his thoughts wandered to fucking you. having you under him, on top of him, in front of him and bent in two as he pounded into you from behind.

he wanted you in every way possible.

if fate should allow it, he thought.

but his mind soon wandered back to the wildly inappropriate thoughts of you sucking him, licking him, riding him, anything where he was inside of you. and god it made his dick strain.

his release hit him before he could register it, the only thing his mind acknowledging being your scent in his nose and fogging up his mind like a mirror after a hot shower.

his cum leaked through his boxers, staining them a dark shade of grey. he cursed himself as post-nut clarity washed over him.

and he vowed to slip you your panties back during your next study session…

…after he’d taken them for another few spins.

#x reader #smut #hawk x reader #hawk x reader smut #hawk #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader

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planetdream · 2 years

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— a few perv!jisung thoughts <3

this post contains; smut [perv!jisung. panty kink. taking (upskirt) pictures/videos. public stuff. the idea of being watched. boobs + nipple play. omorashi/piss stuff at the end—but nothing too much.] i think that's it??

💌 sorta, kinda, partially an extension of this post from months ago. despite my nervousness to post, this is very self-indulgent thank u <3

i. total panty kink. steals them, jerks off with them, sniffs them, and definitely puts them in his mouth. if you leave him alone in your room or your apartment, he can't help it—he just naturally gravitates towards your underwear drawer, and/or your dirty clothes hamper, looking to find whatever he can.

in all honesty, jisung isn't sure why he likes smelling your scent so much. the first time he did it, he was grossed out by himself because he couldn't pull your underwear away from his nose, despite that little voice in his head telling him to. he even took a long lick against the crotch area just to take the chance of maybe even tasting you.

the only thing he won't do is wear them—sorta (although he thinks about it occasionally); sometimes he wraps/ties them around his cock all pretty like and takes pictures of the pretty material wrapped around his cock. yeah, he likes lace, but there's something about more "plain-looking" underwear that has him creaming his pants.

ii. speaking of pictures: loves looking up your skirt and will take upskirt pictures. keeps them safely, hidden away in his phone. wholeheartedly thinks and has an internal debate on whether to just get the photos developed, even keeping one in his wallet when he does.

often thinks about taking videos of you, too. maybe he takes you out on a nice date and makes you wear a vibrator inside of your panties, then positions the camera beneath you just to see how your cunt reacts to his teasing. drooling at the sight of your wetness dampening your panties.

is just really into the idea of making his own porn that is for his eyes only (and yours!!). has dozens of photos and pictures of beneath your skirt or down your shirt. though, his favorite brand of pictures is the ones taken after the two of you fucked somewhere in public; seeing his cum stained on your pants or your shirt makes him wanna do it all over again.

iii. watches you through the crack in the door while you're changing. tongue out with his hand down his pants, touching himself while you put on layers—or better yet, as you take them off. if you take jisung clothes shopping with you, expect him to at least beg for oral (giving or receiving, he's not too picky) in the dressing rooms. if not, at least let him snap a few pictures for later use??

iv. on the same subject of him watching you through the crack in the door, he does it when you're in the bathroom, too. watching you as you get undressed to get in the shower. begs practically every day to shower with you. and when you agree, he rarely even touches you, just watches you wash up. sometimes even offers to help you, purely an ulterior motive to touch you.

that's because one of his favorite things is in that shower: soapy boobies <3 just let him play with your tits. loves to pinch and pull at your nipples, too. and when he gets a little too dumb and horny, he just wants to fall face-first into your tits—slightly motorboating you. cries when he gets soap in his eyes :(

— piss stuff starts here lol :)

v. it makes him feel dirty, but jisung loves to watch you pee. if you get up out of bed late at night to pee? wait for a second because he wants to go with you. not that he needs to pee or anything, he just wants to watch :( it's odd to have someone watch you in the bathroom, but with how silent jisung is, it's like he's not even there.

took him a while to tell you why he likes it so much, but when he did all he said was that it's "relaxing".

vi. thus, this turns into jisung wanting to see you wet yourself. purposely trying to make you drink too much water, that you can't help but have to use the bathroom. might hold you down, press down on your pelvis, or even tickle you a little bit just to get your bladder to break.

and when it does happen, he unleashes an entirely new world of praises onto you. going on about how you're so good for him and all while he helps you get out of your wet underwear and into the shower <3

#☁️ — daydreams #☁️ — daydream.skz #han jisung smut #jisung smut #skz smut #stray kids smut

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b1mbodoll · 2 months

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obsessive perv hoon who sends you filthy texts n sneaks pictures of you wherever he sees you 😵‍💫 subtly presses himself against you n grinds his cock n ur completely clueless!!! gropes n pinches ur tits n plays it off as an accident 😓 is so obsessed he follows you home n watches you play with your cunt and even breaks in one day, digging through your drawers and jerking his cock to the sight of your panties before covering them in cum <3 he’s sick n a freak and even steals some of your used panties, desperate to huff at them n rub his cock raw to your scent <3 calls you from a private number and just lets you hear him pleasure himself, squeezing the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming when he hears you start to touch yourself, little whimpers and quiet moans heard through the receiver as you fingerfuck yourself

#♡.gabi barks #hoon: bitches love asking if im an introvert or an extrovert 😒 bitch im a pervert!#enhypen smut #park sunghoon smut #💌.stalking #💌.noncon #💌.panty sniffing #💌.panty stealing #💌.masturbation

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I've been enjoying combining the "two people try to get me to break my vow of chastity" and the "they think they are corrupting me but I'm making them worse." Forgive the length, I've been thinking about it all week and it has gotten quite elaborate 💌

My best friend and I see you around at church. Who could help but to notice you? Handsome, sweet, and funny. We joke and elbow each other if you're leaning over to get something and we catch a little glimpse down your shirt or up your skirt. She swears she caught you not wearing panties one day but I think she is full of shit. You're the pastor's kid! Also, look at those big beautiful eyes and sweet angelic smile. No way dude.

We make a bet, first to fuck you has bragging rights forever. We wonder who you'd be more likely to go for. She's curvy and femme with a sophisticated style and I am more like a bear muscular and chubby, nonbinary leaning masc with a playful style. Your powerful bisexual energy has us uncertain.

She joins your Wednesday night Bible study group and I join your Saturday volunteer group. We both get to talking to you, thoroughly enjoying the process.

In my opinion she takes the low road while I try to take the high. She starts inviting you over after Bible study. She says a little bit of alcohol and weed help people really internalize things. Let your guard down and the Holy Spirit will certainly move through you. Week after week, she gets you more and more drunk and high, more giggly. She wears lower and lower cut things. She catches your eyes wandering. By week three she steals a drunken kiss but you pull away shy and ashamed.

I diligently volunteer with you. I have a car so I always volunteer to drive us where we are going to drop off hot meals and care packages. On those long drives we have meandering philosophical talks, intersped with inside jokes developing between us. On week three, you ask to come to my home after we're done, before I drop you off at your home. You come in and tearfully confess about kissing my best friend. While I'm standing there, you go down on your knees and beg me to please forgive you. Terrible dirty thoughts race through my mind seeing you down there like that looking up at me. I sit down on the couch and tell you I forgive you but think we should settle the score. I say this with a sly grin, thinking to also get a kiss, maybe you'll feel so bad we'll make out a little. You tearfully nod and then shock me by bending yourself over my lap. "Spank me, I deserve it" you tell me. I'm not sure about it but feeling your body so close to mine feels good and I do want to touch your ass. So I start spanking you. You cry out in a way that makes me so horny. You reach your ass up for more and I go harder and your cries grow louder. I can barely contain myself but stop. I tell you to sit in the living room and think about what you've done but really I just desperately need to jack off before I can drive you home.

The pattern goes back to normal, you get drinks with my bestie on Wednesday, drives with me on Saturday. But on week 6 my best friend tricks you into both of you showing each other your boobs. You ask to come to my home again. You again, tearfully confess. I keep standing, not wanting to hurt you. You nuzzle your crying face into my crotch and beg for punishment to make it better. Telling me I am so good I have to help you be good too. I put a gag in your mouth so that I don't keep associating your cries as I slap you around with more horniness but you look so good with it in that doesn't work.

Every week from there it escalates, getting handsy over clothes with my bestie, making out, and then one day desperately undressing one another while making out before you flee. Every week you confess, on your knees, in tears. You start adding in depraved fantasies that should disgust me but I can't help but feel aroused because of how good you look saying it. Your punishment escalates and I cum harder and harder. I eventually realize you're listening to me as I cry and masturbate. I suspect you may be masturbating too.

On week 10 you come to church on Sunday with a purity ring on. You say a new commitment to chastity. But also, your new dress looks damn good on you. Afterwards you ask both of us drive you to my home. You explain you know what we've been doing and we should be ashamed for making such a good girl so confused. We confess we're actually virgins too. You tell us our punishment is that we have to entertain you the way we've been being entertained by you. My bestie and I look at each other embarrassed, knowing we've been telling each other all about our exploits with you. You tell us both to strip down. We're very embarrassed to be naked in front of one another, we've been friends for so long it is really weird.

Then, with a wicked gleam in your eye, you ask if we still want to win the bet? I don't know if it is a trick or not but I blurt out yes and so does my best friend. We're both looking at you in that amazing dress, hungrily. Thinking about all the times we've tantalizingly gotten close to you but not enough to scratch this itch. You say that you want to lose your virginity to someone who will make you feel good so whoever can make the other cum will get to have sex with you. We both start fumbling with one another, looking over at you for approval. I start sucking on her tits and she moans. She starts rubbing on my tdick and I moan too. Suddenly we hear another moan and we see your dress is up around your waist and you're touching yourself. We see how incredibly wet you are.

We work out 10 weeks of pent up sexual frustration on you. Fucking your holes and your mouth. Slapping you and spanking you to hear how good you sound and now we can see how wet it makes you. We take turns and sometimes we don't. Overwhelming you. Fitting every depraved thought we've had over the past few months into this time. Every fantasy you've confessed we do to you. Fucking you until you're exhausted and shaking but still begging for more. Fucking you until we're exhausted and shaking but still want to keep going.

All of our phones buzz with texts as we miss helping set up for Sunday night service, then we start missing calls as we fuck through the service. We all know it will be a long time before we'll be able to sit through service without thinking of what we're doing now. All three of us have bragging rights forever.

💌

wow okay ummm that was hot?? If you decide to change your career path entirely you should become like an erotica author tbh. But jeijehejejdjc ummm yeah I have to go sit and .... think about this for a bit

#asks #💌

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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hehe hii sebbbb!!! ok ok ok so FIILTYHY thot

imagine being roommates w Bob, roo, and hangman. and they are just the filthiest pervs to live with. they flirt with you, caress your leg when you're on the couch watching a movie. one of them is pitching a tent and they scoot behind you dragging it across your ass and you act so oblivious to that acting all innocent for them. pretending to be naive as if you don't know what they're doing but you know damn well. you love the attention and you know Jake likes to steal your panties and you leave them out in the open for him as a little treat whenever you shower. you purposely leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel all wet to ask them a question and watch them all react and look at your ass as you go back to your room. you leave your door room slightly open because you know Bob is peeking into the door palming himself and you take your time to put on your clothes. you knew it was him because his glasses gave him away so easily once you got put of your room. "oh Bobby! your glasses are all fogged up! are you okay?is something wrong?" "o-oh nothin darlin, just tried to drink somethin hot with them on" yea he was drinking in somethin alright. oh and don't get me started on Bradley. that man is "accidentally" squeezing you everywhere and anywhere. he loves your "hourly hugs" with him. a quick squeeze on your ass and sometimes when your just on your tippy toes for him and he bends down enough, he'll "slip" and accidentally rub your pussy and make you whimper a little. "you okay sweetheart?" "y-yea it just feels a lil uncomfy being on my tippy toes for so long, sorry roo". oh oh oh and they LOVE their nightly little noise show you put on for them just moaning and whimpering for them. you managed to recognize who's who from their footsteps and know who's at your door listening for something better, thats when you quietly whimper their name and hear that small muffled groan they let out. they just dream of ruining you for hours but little do they know that you want them to ruin you at the same time hehe.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

PLEASE WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO HAVE THESE BOYS AS MY ROOMMATES 😵‍💫

me and @thesluttyarchivist have been discussing frat bros bob, bradley and jake and this thot ties into it so perfectly omg. because lets be honest, the three of them would be little horn dogs, always trying to sneak a peak, steal your panties or listen out intently when you bring someone back.

i would love to think of the moment that you all fucked and i think it would have to be them catching you when your vibe dies and they ask to help. they’re not subtle either, you all know you wanna fuck each other, you just have to make the move hehe.

thank you so much for this insane thot my LOVE!!! you spoil me and ilysm 🥹💌💖

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panty-stories · 3 months

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chicagosfinest2021 · 1 year

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I don't like sitting around waiting for my followers to put questions in my inbox (cuz if you wanted to, you would 😜) so I'm just going to steal this from @wolf-of-wakanda and answer these myself.

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

My niece!! 😍😍

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Cheese all day

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

My sister calls me "Unnie" (which is Korean for 'Big Sis', we're big into K-dramas 🇰🇷 haha) She calls me 'Sissy' sometimes too. My niece calls me "Titi" 💖

🎵 Last song you listened to?

For some reason I haven't listened to music all day. . .too much on my mind. . .

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

I actually published a L&O:SVU fanfic sometime ago. It's very dark but got a lot of positive feedback! Feel free to read/comment if you think you can stomach it. It takes place during the William Lewis Saga.

😏 Are you on discord?

Nah

💛 Do you have any piercings?

Just my ears, might do my navel in the future. I thought hip dermals were actually cool for a minute. . .

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

Whether or not they watch their movies and TV series with subtitles on.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

A stuffed cookie! Them things changed my life 🤤

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

I honestly love both but if I *have* to pick, definitely kitties.

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Earbuds definitely

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

I was reading these questions out loud a minute ago LOL

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

Although it is considered part of the North American continent, Greenland is technically part of Europe (Denmark specifically)

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

It is exactly 1:00AM as I type this answer 🦉

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

My bed, duh!!

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

I think so, still working out the details though. . .I definitely know I'm not 100% straight

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Crazy, sexy, cool

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Neither, who actually enjoys wearing pants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

I don't order Starbucks much because I don't like coffee, but their vanilla bean frappuccino is actually really good. They have other seasonal drinks that aren't bad either.

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

I'm not very fond of orange and I JUST got into pink in the last couple of years.

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

Tea

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Sabretooth tiger

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

I thought it's only been about 6-7 years but I remember being on Tumblr back in college, and I've been out of college exactly 10 years this year, so it's actually been a decade and some change!

🌴 Desert island item?

I don't understand the question. . .😐

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Neo-soul and slow jams, cityscape at night, high rise apartment overlooking a busy street, rainy days, jazz music, lofi/chill music vibes, vanilla and coconut, thick books, hoodies and bulky sweaters, hot tea

🔮 What’s your dream job?

I actually don't dream of working LOL BUT if I had to choose I'd like to either be a food/travel blogger or a historian (I'm a certified nerd deluxe).

💙 Relationship status?

Perpetually single, not looking to mingle

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

T-shirt and panties, although when I'm home I usually don't wear anything on my top half

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

Most nursey rhymes(?) LOL

🤎 What color is your hair?

Black/dark brown

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

Consistently

💄 Do you wear makeup?

Not more than once or twice a week, I'm not trying to impress anyone

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

I love it when other women tell me I have a nice ass. I also love it when people tell me I look like one or both of my parents.

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moonhoures · 2 years

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6:06PM — c. soobin 💌

[nsfw] this timestamp contains smut. minors do not interact!

[ contains: pervert bf!soobin, afab reader, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, mention of panty sniffing/stealing ]

It was only two months into your relationship with Soobin when you noticed it. Your underwear randomly appearing at the top of the hamper despite being buried in the dirty laundry before. Your shampoo being in a slightly different position in the shower than where you left it last. Some of your shirts going missing from your closet. But the last thing that tipped you off was the feeling of being watched when you were in your room masturbating during the weekends when your boyfriend stayed over.

Soobin was by far the sweetest and most caring boyfriend you had ever had. He was cute and funny and shy. His ears got pink when you complimented him or said a dirty joke in passing. So, to come to the conclusion that he was a little pervert made you feel funny, but not in a bad way. In fact, it kind of turned you on.

One night you invited him over, and while you waited for him to arrive, you settled in bed. You were in nothing but a shirt of his that he left the last time he slept over and your underwear. You were already horny, but the more you pictured him sniffing your panties to get off or smelling your shampoo in the shower as he imagined you cleaning yourself . . . it drove you insane.

Your fingers rubbed around your labia, spreading the arousal that was building up between your lips. Your other hand squeezed and massaged your breast. The bed sheets ruffled under your body as you shifted from the pleasure, your eyes closing to imagine him watching you.

On the other hand, Soobin was showing up at your door, knocking lightly against it before pulling it open like he always did. He could come off as shy and naive as he wanted, but he knew what he was doing. He always entered your house quietly in hopes of getting an opportunity like this. Walking in and catching you in the act of pleasuring yourself. He dreamed about it.

He walked in. The house was quiet, and your bedroom door was cracked open with only the light of the muted TV showing through it. His heart started racing, and suddenly his dreams were becoming a reality. His palms grew sweaty as a tent grew in his pants. The gap in the door got closer and closer, and as he approached it, he dropped his overnight bag as quietly as he possibly could onto the ground.

With two fingers buried between your folds and your thumb rubbing circles over your clit, you were doing absolutely nothing to hold back your whimpers and sighs. And when you felt that familiar pair of eyes on your writhing figure, you tried to hide your smile. Another wanton moan filled the room and tickled Soobin’s ears, making his knees weak. Truthfully, you were exaggerating your noises a bit more to rile him up now that you knew he was watching you.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you sped up your fingers. Soobin’s breathing became rapid as his eyes were glued between your legs, watching you draw yourself closer to an orgasm without any idea of his presence—or so he thought.

He hesitantly brought his large hand over the bulge in his jeans as he peeked at you in the small gap of the door. His other hand braced himself against the doorframe, his fingers gripping the wood. That grip only got harder when another whimper left your mouth. He watched as your back arched off the mattress and the back of your head dug into your pillows. Your thumb circled your clit faster and more strategically, bringing you over the edge.

You whimpered like a dog in heat as you came on your fingers, “Soo- Soobin, ah!”

Soobin nearly came in his pants then and there, with barely any pressure on his cock besides his hand cupping it over his jeans. His thighs and dick twitched at the sound of you moaning his name; he had to close his eyes and rest his forehead against the doorframe to keep himself from soiling his pants. That’s when he heard you moving on the bed, and when he finally looked back with lidded eyes, he almost groaned at the sight.

Your legs were still spread open, but your fingers were in your mouth and you were moaning around them. When you removed them, his eyes widened. Not because of what you did, but what you said, “Soobin, please come fuck me already.”

His entire body froze as he tried to figure out if he was dreaming after all. His heart was racing faster than he thought it ever had in his life, and then it got faster. Because now your eyes were searching for his in the crack of the door. He quickly moved away from it, closing his eyes as his chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

“Soobin, I know you’re there. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” you explained gently, sitting up and leaning to look for him. After a moment of silence, you saw the glint of his fake-innocent eyes peering at you while he opened the door a bit more.

“I’m sorry, ______,” his voice cracked a bit as he whined a small apology, but you both know he only half meant it. He did feel a bit sorry for potentially making you uncomfortable and being a creep, but he was also so turned on by it. It was evident in his extremely prominent erection.

“Don’t be,” you smiled, your hands clutching the sheets between your thighs mindlessly. You tilted your head as you looked up at him, “I think it’s cute that you like to watch me.”

He gulped, and it took your urging to get him to come into the room and close the door behind him.

“I never thought my shy boyfriend was such a little pervert,” you smirked, noticing the way his thighs shifted together, probably to give some friction to his dick. You patted the space in front of you, “Come here, baby, let me take care of that for you. Or, do you want to cum while you watch me from behind the door again?”

“No,” he quickly shook his head, “No, I want you.”

He finally got his feet moving as he got to the bed, kneeling onto it and crawling up between your legs. His face was so close to yours and he could smell your shampoo so clearly. You must have taken a shower before he arrived.

“Do you think about me a lot?” you asked him before pressing a kiss to his cheek. His breath was shaky and his palms were damp as they touched the outside of your thighs.

“Mhm,” he nodded, “Every day.”

“While you play with my panties?” you teased, kissing his earlobe. His eyelids fluttered closed, and his eyes rolled back. He didn’t like admitting to being a panty sniffer. He wasn’t exactly proud of his dirty little secret—but he also couldn’t lie. He literally had a pair of your underwear hidden under his pillow back at home.

“Yes,” he admitted with guilt. He frowned, but it morphed into a bite of his lip as you kissed his neck.

“My dirty boy,” you muttered against his skin, “I want you to do all the things you dream about to me.”

Soobin groaned, unable to hold himself back. He pulled you into a messy, uncoordinated kiss, and then he was caging you against the mattress. His hand went between your thighs where your panties were still pushed aside from your solo session. He stroked your wet pussy, sinking two of his fingers into you effortlessly, making you sigh.

“This is so much better than my fantasies.”

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