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physical affection

includes; dazai, chūya, ranpo, atsushi

tags; these get just slightly suggestive (but its nothing too much).headcanons + some drabbles & shorts. these r longer than it should be - I got so carried away

I just woke up so if u find mistakes pls let me know :) I'm posting this before I come up with an excuse to delete it altogether

—DAZAI

handsy - that's really the only descriptor you need.

honestly, everyone knows you're his partner with how he acts around you; hand on your thigh, waist, shoulder. having to kindly smack him on the back of his head when his hands trailed a little too far-

^ only for him to send you a pout and doe like eyes that fade when you indulge him a kiss. he has zero shame (often at the expense of receiving a sneer from kunikida who had the misfortune of witnessing sometimes. even then, he didn't stop kissing you)

favorite spot is the inside of your palms and knuckles - with a lingering yield on your pulse point. if you ever kiss those areas on him, he'll have cartoon hearts around him & everything

holding his face though? call him your pretty boy or literally anything sappy and he thinks he might just die on the spot.

on the flip side he's also… a bit of a bitch.

traces your bottom lip tauntingly with his thumb, the other is cupping your head to keep your gaze on him. he maintains keen eye contact and relishes in the way you crack while he remains steady.

his mouth is so close that when he speaks, you could feel it vibrate against your lips. but he never closes the distance, he makes you do that instead for teasing benefits :/(if you're shorter than him, it's so over)

revoke his kissing rights and he trails like a lost puppy behind you. " just one, bella?" he whines when you maneuver your head away. it's cute seeing him get all pouty - not so much when his patience runs thin and he takes matters into his own hands

-> caging you in his physique and kissing you hard. fingers calloused are rubbing against your jaw or brushing past your ear to interlock, teasing the surface of the skin as he does so. he enjoys the tremors and shivers it elicits, such reactions becoming burned in the back of his head.

you could barely make a sound with the vigor he expresses his cravings in with your bottom lip becoming captured between his canines

contrary to his theatrical displays, however, i also believe he exhibits a softened demeanor when cherishing you proper (soft dazai agenda)

the tempo of his kisses are slow yet not in accordance with his teasing. while the meandering of his hands grows greedy, when he speaks his voice is reduced to a low whisper, mumbling sweet phrases with each kiss.

✿

dazai wants to blame the bottom of sake for his vermillion flushed cheeks. more alarmingly, he wanted to ignore the way his heart squeezed when you reciprocated the kiss.

" darling," he pulls away, studying your expression. your hair was tousled, a swell blooming on your bottom lip from his recurrent nibbling and ministrations. the moment wasn't perfect, but he could bask in it for a lifetime. " are you getting sleepy?"

the pretty brown eyes you met were half-lidded and blinking. his bangs traced along your forehead from where he hovered, and if you squint, perhaps you would have noticed how the pink of his cheeks deepened the tiniest bit when you laughed at the tickling sensation.

you murmur something intelligible, the words swallowed by his mouth; he shivers when the syllables reverbate against him and the hand at your hip falters slightly. when he reels back, he remains close enough for his forehead to brush yours.

" repeat that, love."

" i said," you mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth. " can we to stay like this forever?"

almost instantaneously his body shakes in anticipation, heart lurching at the sincerity; how can you be so honest to a known liar like him? he slowly nods, his body arching until your chests were touching and breath pricked at your cheek. ever greedily, he seeks out another exchange, this one careful with a lingering touch of desperation.

an "okay" became lost as he gingerly grabs your chin, angling it just the tiniest bit to deepen it. in between the withdrawals and recoil, dazai chooses to ignore the way his breath stills in the pinnacle of moment, made potent when he twines his hand with yours. he provides the appendage a firm squeeze in coordination with the stirring in his chest, your inhales and exhales becoming synchronized.

he can't lie, he's been thinking just as much.

✿

dazai also likes your hands. chances are his are bigger than yours and he finds himself comparing hand sizes with you. his eyes crinkle when your fingers are dwarfed by his.

adjoined limbs are swayed back and forth when you walk together. same applies with intertwined legs, but when he's not busy doing that, he's playing footsie beneath the table.

he needs to be with you whenever he can!! the spot across your table remains permanently empty as he makes a home of sitting as close as possible next to you instead

he can't even be embarrassed with overly sappy displays, not when he's loving it twice as much. " good morning, osamu," you once said, palms cupping his face. he doesn't know if something has ever made his heartbeat spiked as hard as that did. " can I have a kiss?"

if he didn't turn to putty from the request alone, then it was the way you circled your thumbs on his cheekbones when he brushes his lips to yours. tentatively, he curls his hands behind your waist, holding you close before you get too far.

" can i have some more?" his eyes are shimmering in mischief as ever but his skin has progressively grown warmer since you've found him.

dazai is cuddly. getting to hold you close and listen to your heartbeat? yeah, he could die happy right now

unsurprisingly, napping with him is among his favorite passing time activities.

the closest you may get to see a vulnerable side to him is if you card your fingers through his hair. admittedly, he finds it troubling how his built-up walls crumble so easily with a couple of strokes. but the only thing he can focus on now is the sensation of fingers devoid of pain carefully tend through his hair and how warm his chest feels

kisses on the forehead when you're in need of comfort ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

✿

" i'm right here, love." when you glance up at him with red eyes and puffy cheeks he could feel his heart break right into two. even more so when your voice cracks and he tries to hide the way his face drops when it echoes in the somber ambience.

attentively, he cups your cheeks as his lips apply delicate pressure against your forehead. he sighs when he feels your trembling hands subdue and your breathing regulate; its panning against his skin rivaled any other comfort he could ever receive.

" better?" when you nod, he could feel his grin return, just a bit weaker. " today has been hard on you. get some rest."

" can you stay with me?" he already knew the answer in his head but it still makes chest swarm tremendously.

he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, lips brushing your forehead again. " of course."

he wasn't the one needing comfort and yet he still felt a deep-rooted tingle right in his chest when you hugged him closer than usual. he depised the circumstances behind it, but he couldn't deny the way it made his barren chest feel less akin to a husk when you felt so secured against him.

his hands start to comb shrough your hair, watching as the strands bend between his fingers and he ensures to provide your scalp proper attention now and again.

he wasn't sure if he'll be able to sleep, he was more concerned in making sure you did.

he blinks when you move to press your cheek against his chest, right where his heart should be. " thank you," your words were muffled against clothes, sending vibrations along his bones.

" you don't have to thank me." he places a last kiss to your forehead, the longest one of the night. his legs shift to intertwine with yours, listening keenly to the sound of your breath until it slows into an assuaging rhythm.

dazai can't recall the last time he had to take care of someone. it's made apparent as he grapples with uncertainty - almost becoming overwhelming with how powerless he felt in the situation.

though tonight, he was sure to hold you a little tighter.

✿

likewise if you kiss his scars and the skin beneath the bandages, he could feel the breath in his throat still and his heart do cartwheels. it's been so void of human touch for so long and he appreciates the care you exhibit towards something he considers to be ugly.

" all better now!" you punctuated your words with a kiss to the newly coiled cotton on his arms. dazai could do nothing but swallow hard, his "thank you" mumbled under his breath; he didn't like the pain, but it wasn't so awful when you spoiled him like this ♡

neck kisses + scattering the expanse of your throat with baby bruises you can not hide. afterwards, he traces it out with his index finger while he takes in the markings with great interest.

when it starts to fade he gladly renews them

✿

" that tickles," you murmur, voice reduced to a whisper; you couldn't trust yourself, not with dazai scattering kisses along the exposed patches of your neck. the rehearsal of which doesn't falter, even when you tug on his increasingly unruly curls.

" my apologies, 'bella," you wince as he captures a patch of your skin between his teeth. " i think i've found my favorite form of art." he has the gall to feign a tone of sympathy, lips arcuated at the growing disparity.

in addition to the nibbling, his fingers skimmed along your torso, moving in taunting lines he knew ran your sanity thin. dazai knew all the places that made you shiver, it was a piece of information that became abused with the movement of his hands in that moment.

against your rationality, you sunk into his touch, fingers twitching along his roots. it brought a simper you couldn't see but his satisfaction is made apparent when his actions grow sloppy, scattering along the expanse of your throat and meandering along your collarbone.

" you had every chance to leave," he smirks when you don't reply, content with the way your nails briefly printed on him. predictably, he gives another nibble on your skin, tugging back gently. " this might be my favorite spot."

right on the center of your unguarded throat.

" i can't hide those there."

he laughs, breath cascading skin. " that's what i want, darling." he thinks he might lose himself when you bring a particular tug in his hair, a sound akin to a grunt reverberating against your throat.

" you're being mean." dazai makes the mistake of pulling back, gracing him with your disheveled hair, reddened lips and growing streaks of red. already he finds it to be his favorite piece of jewelry.

" don't look so down," he pressed a kiss to one of the blooming blemishes, grinning as it became more pronounced. " you'll get your turn soon."

—CHŪYA

he takes his gloves off when he goes to touch your face. he doesn't want the sensation of skin on skin to be hamper by the piece of article.

kisses to your temples & neck are exchanges he shares on the frequent. though depending on the height difference, it may also be a gesture reserved for when you're sitting on his lap or cuddled up into him. head kisses in particular feel appropriate for anything really

as for himself, i'd say he likes to be kiss on the lips(mainly so he can distract from the growing crimson that tickles his forehead)

but it's hard with the handsome face chūya has. his growing pout tells you he's growing impatient when you favor his cheeks, but the hand gripping your sleeves are so counterproductive

" can you do it properly?" he gruffs, brows furrowing that weaken by your persistence. his skin was growing warm from the kisses you spoiled him with but it hardly compares to the proper thing on his lips, aching for the familar sensation almost painfully.

he shivers when you trail to his mouth, just shy of it and his grip tightens. " like this?"

his eyes flutter shut when you close the distance and before he could realize it, his hands began to sift through your hair. " yeah," his exhale was shaky, voice dropping to a low lilt. " don't stop that."

he sleeps with his head buried in your stomach - his nose is brushing against your abdomen with toned arms slithering around you like a form of cocoon

it reaches a peak when you brush your thumb over his scalp, and you can physically note the way the muscles in his body sink. you can't see his face, greeted instead by a cascade of reds; but his lips pull into a grin at the action

it grants you the opportunity to play with his hair. and sometimes, when he wakes up to find the claw clips and cute brooches that push his bangs aside and show off his pretty eyes, he won't be tempted to remove them right away.

✿

he wanted to roll his eyes when he saw you pull out the collection of hair clips, taunting pastels and neons gawking back at him. but he has to admit, he stopped caring the moment you started to play with his strands of hair. the locks weaved through your fingers, silky and soft stirring a form of ease that compels him to remain still. when he did move, it was only in an effort to bring himself closer, almost like snuggling(though he profusely denies it as such and regards you a scoff that doesn't compliment the rest of his actions).

had he not been treading precariously the boundaries of sleep, he may have been able to pick up on the way his heart quickened; a solace riveting up his spine and leaving in the form of a breathy sigh.

he blinks his eyes at you, nose scrunched up when you start mapping out his handsome features with your thumb. " you're getting distracted."

you acknowledge his statement with a coy grin and chūya felt his heart swell even at its simplicity. "i know." you move to press your lips to his forehead; if the smile wasn't enough to dissipate the frown on his face, that was the drug.

a flash of color peeks in the corner of his eye as you draw another clip. " i was just wondering how you would look in pigtails," you joke and chūya could feel his face twist— eye twitching at your jest.

" you're pushing your luck."

" it won't be that bad, chū."

" i could leave right now." his voice was terribly unconvincing when brooches adorned his head.

" you would have left a long time ago." you grin when he doesn't refute you. " just relax."

chūya knows he's defeated when you thumb his scalp again, eyes screwing shut involuntarily. " you're enjoying this too much," he grumbles. he tilts his head to the side, granting you access to his hair, hands falling pilant against your thigh. it bewilders him how much relief washes over him as you start to pry the strands apart again.

you know he's fallen asleep when he stopped replying to your ramblings; his words going from full sentences, to sporadic words and then slurred vowels. when you peek down, he's resting comfortably on your lap, lips slightly parted and allowing light snores to fill the silence.

chūya is far too deep in his subconscious to contemplate anything, but if he could, he thinks he might just get addicted to this.

✿

a clingy drunk. in addition, the alcohol is effective at loosening his tongue, resulting in declarations of his undying love that are muffled when he goes head first into your stomach (≧▽≦)

in lieu of that, he likes to spoon you, with himself being the big spoon. he has his head in the crook of your shoulder, and you feel his inhales and exhales against your skin.

he likes your body heat, it grounds him to earth and coaxes a soft demeanor that he fails at suppressing

thoughtful when it comes to kissing in the public eye. he isn't fond of drawing that form of attention to your relationship, but he isn't opposed to stealing a couple of kisses now and then.

it's fast, it's simple and enough to satiate you and himself. and it's enough to tell onlookers that he's your bf

it that didn't give the memo, its the gloved hand on your waist that spoke to people that you were taken.

though that doesn't stop him from tugging you closer in a spur of his protective tendencies. it's a subconscious act he does when you pass a group of people or when yokohama is notably crowded. it's not merely because he's short and is worried about losing you to the sea of wayfarers(at least thats what he tells you) - rather, it roots from a concern that's only repleted when he knows you're safe

behind close doors, however, his kisses lack patience if the way he's gripping your clothes is anything to go by. and while he demonstrates a growing restlessness, he remains pensive to his own strength and withdraws to give you proper time to catch your breath.

but he knows exactly what to do intensify each one and make your brain go hazy

cupping your cheeks, tilting your head, voice speaking in a meticulous timbre that shakes your skull. you're far too consumed in the kiss to recognize when his free hand has found its way to your back, gliding along the spine before slipping beneath the hem.

his gloves are cold against your skin, mumbling a faint 'sorry' that's nearly swallowed when he brushes his lips to yours for nth time.

the limbs explore along the dips and contours, pinching your sides and smirking into the kiss when you yelp in surprise (inwardly, his heart is beating so fast, he wonders if you could hear it when his chest is pressed against yours.)

without the gloves, his hands are a hint warmer. but even warmer are his cheeks when you press kisses to it. he knits his brows together in an attempt hide how much he likes; ultimately, he betrays himself when he pulls you closer

✿

" what the fuck are you doing," he stammers as you press a kiss to his warm cheeks. despite himself, he makes no effort to move when you brush your lips on the other - even warmer than the neighboring pair.

"kissing you," you hum. "... want me to stop?"

" no." he hates how fast the words left him and he hates how you grin at that. it was just the thing to crumble his resolve - and more specifically, it's just the thing to make him go mellow, subservient to your ministrations with his heart beating erratically - even within the scrutiny of strangers and coworkers.

" give me a warning next time." he wants to frown but the expression dies when you crane your head to make contact wherever you can reach. in reponse, an arm finds purchase on your hip, shuffling you closer until you are nuzzled up to his build.

he wasn't sure what rumors would circulate if people saw him being soft - and frankly, he couldn't bring himself to quite care much about the prospect either; inwardly, he was already missing the rehearsal of your lips on his, a desire not easily quelled and he was far more occupied with fixing that.

you let out a confused hum when he suddenly taps at your cheek indignantly. " well?" a thumb hooks beneath your chin, bringing you just shy of his mouth. "are you going to finish what you started?"

✿

when he's making kissy faces with his partner, it's nobody's business.

if you have dimples, he kisses those, each one before concluding it off with your lips

chūya just likes to be in contact with you in some way really. longing to hold your hand and scribe incoherent phrases on the palm. reflected in the way his feet nudge closer to yours and how he never fails to hold your hand beneath the table. when handing you items, he reveals a form of reluctance when he detaches away.

i really want to say he does that thing where he places his fedora over his chest when he kisses your knuckles. he tries really hard to maintain eye contact, but it falters when you send him a beam that makes his chest ache from beating so fast.

and lastly, he never leaves without getting a goodbye kiss first.

✿

" you're forgetting something." chūya vexed— furrow brows bruising his otherwise neutral expression. he hasn't moved from where he stood, silhouette stilled by the partition with nothing but the perpetual tapping of his foot to remind you of his presence. it took all of your strength to push back your laughter at his childish display.

" i am?" you question with a tilt of your head. the inquiry rewarded you with a huff from the former, lip twisting into a frown. admittedly, he looked cute when grumpy, pretty dark eyes tracking you behind colored bangs.

" my kiss?" an index finger points to his neglected lips, promptly chooses to ignore the red hue that harbored along his cheeks, tickling his forehead tauntingly.

chūya tracks your movements as you stride forward, cupping his cheeks within your palms. he resists the urge to close the distance himself - as alluring as it was - he sought out satisfaction when you comply with a genlte kiss. against his own volition, a breathy and likewise dreamy sigh leaves him, just barely audible by the exchange.

his hands sneak down to rest on your waist, twitching when you press a final peck to his cheek. promptly, you decide not to comment on the way a grin was threatening to crack on his oh so serious face.

" better?"

"very."

—RANPO

yk in the movies where the guy picks up the girl and spins her around when they kiss? ranpo wants you to do that with him but he's the girl.

piggyback rides ! except he's the one on your back :/ " to the detective agency, y/n!" he jabs out a lithe finger, his dimple smile steady even when you meet him with a glare over your shoulder. it makes him more eager than anything, face squishing against your cheek as he loops his legs around your waist.

" don't give me that look" he exasperates, a brow quirk at your nonverbal response. " the world's greatest detective can't be in better hands."

" you can get there yourself," you sigh, averting your gaze back in front of you. it was hard to fight against him, his persistence shaping your decision the longer he clinged to you.

" thats the boring alternative. duh," he breathes, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. " you know me better than that. besides, i like it when you hold me."

likes kissing you. he will rope up any excuse to steal a kiss. he finished a piece of paperwork? he deserves a reward. finished eating a cookie? kiss the crumbs off. you have absolutely nothing else to do? well, his lips are right there, give him a smooch <3

his kisses taste sweet, the faint traces of chocolate and jams coating his lips. it won't be too far from him to make you guess the flavor of cake he had that morning, but really you think he's just trying to pull more kisses from you. cause he is

✿

" tastes sweet." ranpo shudders when the words vibrate against his lips, cheeks deepening to a rosy hue but the playful glint in his eye ceases to falter. " banana or strawberry?" you blink, a pensive look comprising your features.

a hand cups the back of your head, bringing you close enough for your lips to hover his, still glossy in faint syrup. " nope~!" his proceeding laugh was cut short as he closed the distance again, the ache to kiss you too profound. and with you seated on his lap, he utilized the given opportunity greedily.

you resist the urge to gasp when his tongue swipes along your lower lip, with it the tinge of a fleeting flavor; you recall watching him eat something sweet and sugary in the morning.

he smiles against your mouth, savoring your reactions and attempting to draw out the kiss. " that's definitely strawberry," you contemplate.

ranpo whines when you withdraw, grip tightening against your hands in a stubborn display - it was perhaps the most desperate response you've gotten from him that evening. " are you lying?" you tease with a knowing look; you don't think you've ever seen him shake his head as vigorously as he did now.

" i think," he brushes the corners of your mouth, fingers settling against your chin. "you'll just have to kiss me until you get it right."

the possibility to ponder a response was stolen from you, swelling lips already chasing your own with renewed zeal. dumbfounded, you were naive to the abandoned slice of shortcake just a couple tables away. but by the time you discover it, your little game would be long forgotten.

✿

his childish demeanor often seeps through into his portrayal of affection, fond of sweeping you off your feet at the displays(and at times quite literally too)

it varies in forms; one day he can slump against you like a koala, grip like a vice. and the next he decides to randomly squish your cheeks and bring a kiss to your puckered lips

" ranpo-?!" you sputter, disoriented from sudden and hasty movement. you recall looking over some documents, the next you were gazing into wide green orbs and a nose bumping yours. a self-satisfied look curls on his face, relishing in the way your face fumes beneath his touch.

" surprise~"

" what was that for?"

" just wanted a kiss." he evades the hand on your cheek in favor of curling your bangs around his finger. " i'll come back for more."

he's shameless, unafraid and bold. perhaps not to a similar depth as dazai, but ranpo yields an unpredictability that easily leaves you mellowing in his ministrations

blows raspberries on your cheeks and palms just to coax a laugh from you. it's a reaction he can't help but mimic too and implores you with a "my turn!" while tapping his cheek expectantly.

has probably nibbled on your cheeks at some point too…. :/

likes to hold your hand, slipping it into space randomly and nonchalantly. he sticky like that; appearing from thin air and finding your hand trapped with his.

even better if you sit on his lap or vice versa

when you sleep, he lays on top of you because he doesn't want you to leave him alone. plus! it provides him the perfect advantage to pepper his lips on your collarbone or other patches of expose skin

goodnight kisses (and nap kisses) are a must and he turns greatly fussy when denied such "necessities" as he puts it

✿

" i'm only going to get a glass of water," you reassure him, sweeping his messy bangs aside to press a kiss to his forehead. the crease between his brows goes slack, but his grip remains fixed; it was late, and the last thing ranpo wanted was for you to leave your spot on the futon. " i promise."

his eyes surveyed your face for an inexplicable answer and the fidgeting of his fingers against your forearms tells you he's hesitant.

a silence shrouds the dorm before he speaks again, voice weakened and resigned - it almost made you want to stay in bed with him, enveloped by the unspoken words and his endless aura of affection. " okay." you trace your finger over his cheek, pallid and smooth beneath the pad - the gesture was persuasive enough for his grip to grow lax. he didn't let you get too far yet however, an outstretched pinky waiting before you. he bestows you a broaden grin when you accept it, pressing a kiss to the tip of the adjoin digits.

he doesn't leave your side even as you fix yourself a glass of water, your shared blanket haphazardly draping his shoulders and trailing behind him. he lingers by your arm even as the facet runs, interrupting his thoughts with tired green blinking in impatience. and he watches you through his bangs as you replenish your thirst, already looping your arm and guiding you back to your futon.

not a second after your head meets the pillow, ranpo wraps himself around you, dawning a smile now that you're back with him. he didn't care if his elbow was probed at an odd angle, he just wanted to be as close to you as possible.

" you can't fall asleep yet!" he whines, pulling on the sleeves of your shirt languidly. " it's only fair if you give me a kiss."

" i gave you one earlier."

his gaze shifted to a mixture of displeasure and yearning, small hands pulling eagerly on the fabrics of your clothes. his pleading green eyes made it hard to resist his demands, obscuring into a candid vulnerability you seemingly wielded over him.

" but," ranpo leans close enough for his nose to brush yours, messy fringe framing his sleepy face. his hands flex around your palms, nails scuff on the contours, voice going so low you almost didn't hear him. " i can't fall asleep without it."

✿

pinches your cheeks when in vie for your attention. in any case, he isn't against stomping his foot and whining as a last resort :<

his pout dissipates when you grant him with a collection of kisses or allow him to sit on your lap, fiddling with the ends of your hair or scribbling random phrases on your thigh that he makes you guess

i wouldn't put it against him to randomly jump into your arms or back. the questioning glances he receives hardly impedes him, instead murmuring an "i miss you," into your shoulder. he quivers in your arms when you comb your fingers through his hair, eyes squeezed shut in an air of bliss.

when it comes to deep embraces, he nestles against you akin to a cat, hands pawing wherever he can reach with greedy intent. and that cloak of his can easily encompass the pair of you, performing as a makeshift den of sorts. it feels like your enclosed own little world with him pressing kisses along your face like a butterfly

ranpo is attentive, all too familiar with your habits including the ones you don't cognitively account for. he notes the way you fidget with your fingers, and increasingly it came to be with his fingers you grew fidgety with. if you have a habit of tugging your sleeve, it's not your sleeve you're tugging on anymore but his instead.

he comes to recognize these patterns and responds in kind either with a squeeze to your clasped hand or tapping against your skin in a form of code.

has love hearts in his eyes when you offer to feed him. if he's feeling kind, he'll reciprocate the gesture, though, often at the expense of getting something he wants.

napkins are overrated, kissing off the crumbs or using his thumb are so much more favorable alternatives to him

" say ah~"

you cocked a brow as sugar became smeared on your lip - hardly helped by the titter coming from him. ranpo's persistence was tenacious and the myriad of his treats proved to be bottomless. you weren't sure how many treats you've been fed at that point but it's evident the former found enjoyment from the coddling as evidence of his dimpled smile.

ranpo offers you another confection, a velvety cookie glazed in congealed frosting. when you indulgently take a bite, the filling melts in your mouth and the taste of vanilla floods your taste buds.

" it's good right?" he gives you a smile as he observes your face, brightening when you react positively. " i got them just for you. i knew they were your favorite."

he suddenly pauses, eyes fixating toward your direction. he pays little heed to the look you send him, not when his gaze centers south; that should have been your first sign to up and leave - you want to blame his bribery of treats for your reason to stay.

" you got crumbs all over your face," he said, eyes squinting. while his tone was gentle with a trace of mirth, the way his eyelashes batted innocently at you alluded otherwise. ranpo always held a resurgent glimmer in his eyes, one that he couldn't blink away easily.

he hastily stops you before you could grab a napkin to dapple it away, residing to instead run his thumb along the corners of your mouth. the deliberate proximity catches you off guard and given how his lips shift into a faint smirk; that was exactly the reaction he was hoping to coax.

" much better," he leans back but not without pressing a peck to your nose first.

he plucks out another cookie - and much to your surprise doesn't eat it down right away. more accurately, he crudely cracks it half, revealing an abundance of sugary filling hidden within the confines. without a hint of hesitation, he dips a finger into the cream frosting and messily swatches it against his mouth.

his dimpled smile doesn't leave him for a second even as he slots in front of you directly. his pink cheeks and light stutter chipped away at his facade but his green eyes and lips pulled into a firm beam remained confident.

you almost detested the way it was infectious otherwise you would have rolled your eyes.

ranpo reached out to cup your cheeks, waiting. " it's only fair you do it back, okay?"

—ATSUSHI

he holds a lot of hesitation when it comes to enacting anything physical and it shows.

modest, never performing any actions without your explicit consent. even so he exercises slow movement and allows you the opportunity to withdraw if you so desire.

he follows you around a lot though, seeking comfort from being your presence

it shows in the way he inches himself closer to you when you're in the general vicinity. in the way he glances at you for confirmation before lacing fingers. in the way he scoots his chair to close just so his thigh is just slightly nudging yours.

he questions how you're able to be so composed even with something as minimal as brushing clothed skin because inwardly he's going abrack and he can't focus on anything else

" atsushi are you listening to what i'm saying?" your voice broke him from his stupor, head perking up

in the following moment he could do nothing more than let out a nervous laugh, eyes fluttering in companion of scarlet cheeks. " ye- i… erm.. can you repeat that please?"

actually him -> (〃´𓎟`〃)

his favorite physical attributes about you are your hands, i think! they're so strong, and it fits into his perfectly <3 he can spend an hour just tracing the lines along your palm and appreciating the details

as such he's a hand holder as well. he shyly links his pinky with yours before gradually lacing the rest of the digits. when he looks at the joined limbs, it's like a shot of comfort runs right through him.

✿

you often catch him peering at you in the corner of his eyes, mosaic of yellows and purples squinting in intrigue. presently, his hands go clammy, fidgeting against his pants at a random manner; it was a common gesture of his, one that didn't go by unnoticed by you.

" something wrong?" he eases up a bit at the sound of your sincere tone.

" no, not at all," he gives off a nervous laugh, hand scratching the back of his neck. too far into his nerves, he failed to to recognize how the area became chafed. " i was just wondering," he paused, lips shaped into a bashful smile. " can i… hold your hand?"

atsushi didn’t have a mirror on him but he doesn't doubt that his face can put tomatoes to shame.

fortunately, the stiffened muscles on his back go slack at the giggle you release, a nervous chuckle pouring from himself. the erratic beat of his heart meanwhile, resumed its ricochet against his sternum, blood pounding on the lobe of his ear.

"you don't have to be so hesitant about holding my hand, 'sushi." you accentuated the statement by dipping your palm to take his.

it's evident he takes your words to heart, as next time he wordlessly hooks his index finger with yours before properly weaving the rest of the appendage. it was like a perfect puzzle, he reckoned and he gave his head the faintest tilt to gaze at it.

without realizing it, he rolls his thumb over the knuckles, savoring the exchange and the sensation of your fingertips on his. you haven't even spoken a word and already, his heart fills immensely full.

and if you pay attention, you may even catch him grinning at the presumably courageous gesture he mustered himself to do. his clammy palms tell you he's nervous, but it's hard to resist him when he's genuinely trying so hard.

✿

when he does garner the confidence however, he holds his hand out for everything; helping you out of the car(princess treatment w him tbh!), guiding you to bed when you're really sleepy, or when he just needs to be in some form of contact with you. he may even take it a step and pepper some kisses on the knuckles or rub the joints

moving his hand along your back when you're having a bad day of sorts. he may even resort to drawing shapes or random designs with the back of his nail as he listens to all your troubles

whenever your face scrunches up he kisses the pinched muscle until it goes loose again.

" there's that smile." he pushes aside his diffidence for your sake, cupping your cheeks before pressing kisses along your cheeks.

for himself, he finds a sort of reprieve by lying down on your lap. the moment his head makes contact with your thighs is like instant relaxation for him.

and all he can pay attention to afterwards is the sensation tickling his ribs and the way you mindfully took his roots within your fingers.

he seeks stability in such actions; his deep exhale occupying your dorm and meandering with the dust particles that float around him. he doesn't even realize how he's nuzzling closer into your body, eyes squeezing shut when you favor his scalp for a few seconds.

if he could purr, he would

kissing the tips of your fingers and hugging you from behind ♡

its the best form of affection he could ask for when he comes home groggy and sore from work

✿

" i'm home." exhaustion claws at his voice, movements stiff and sluggish as he strips of his tie and other accessories. his eyes surveyed the area, searching until…

a pop of familiar hues sweep into his vision. it revitalizes just enough energy to sustain a pair of open eyes, belied to the fatigue housed prior.

" welcome home, 'sushi." you greet with a smile he couldn't help but mimic even as the muscles in his body disagreed with it.

your mouth moves to mumble something else, but the words become intelligible to his ears. he was more far more concerned in slumping into the crevice of your shoulder, head falling into familiar position.

" miss you," he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against you, affectionate as ever. his hands wander down to your waist, finding the hemline. perhaps his growing daze subdued his rationality, for his hands slipped beneath, pinky faintly hitting skin.

" let's go." you gently tugged on his arm, intending to guide him to your futon; you only managed a couple steps before his grip went firm. almost uncharacteristically. when you turn your head, your met with a pair of fluttering lashes gazing at you - droopy but in its reflection was an intangible touch of fondness.

" this is fine," he brushes his lips to your cheek. the gesture was sloppy but enough to rekindle a grin on your face. " just want you here."

his finger sprawled against your stomach, heart hastening when you leaned back into him. he took the opportunity to douse himself in your comfort, relishing when you brush your fingers past his ear and scratch along his head.

he feels himself sink more when your nail caught a certain spot, just lateral to his head.

if it weren't for your voice breaking the silence, he would have surely fallen asleep at that moment.

" i'm right here," you murmur. " go ahead and rest." he wasn't sure how those words could weigh heavily on him as it did and also provide him the lull to drift off to sleep. but it didn't matter. the real thing is so much better than he can ever imagine.

✿

when you cuddle together, he prefers to settle with his hand or head where your heart should be. the thumping is so reassuring, especially when his insecurities pipe up. he needs to know you're still there :(

on the days he can't sleep, he finds himself playing with your fingers: gently flexing the joints and counting the knuckles

he's docile at anything routley intimate; fuming a pair of uncomfortably hot cheeks and legs reduced to jelly. his words often come in the form of stutters and slurred syllables, the slightest of touches jolting him.

his actual kisses though are gentle and considerate, favoring areas such as your hands and cheeks.

in contrast, the drawn-out gestures are hesitant at first. when it came to the first kiss, he had to swallow down his nervousness.

" did i do okay?" he inquires, eyeing your countenance. he feels a crash of relief when a grin curves on your lips and in turn he flashes you a dazzling amiable smile.

"good." he nods at that, removing the space again with the intentions of lengthening it and making it better than the last. good was fine, but he wants perfect when it came to you

when atsushi gets a taste of what physical affection can be like; pecks at his face, squeezing your hand and spooning you close - he's hooked. and he wants more, becoming akin to an insatiable pit. and it's profound.

he yearns for more kisses and lingering embraces that set his nerves aflame. he yearns to be closer to you until it was just impossible.

it also spurs a part of him(and in consequence of his ability as well) a yearning to leave some markings along your skin. he tries to be considerate in where he places it, but he himself is awful at hiding his own blemishes.

✿

a shaky expression drops on his face, the faint pink on his cheeks deepening to a cherry blush. he wasn't familiar to having your lips press beneath his chin, outlining the thrum of his throat - you could feel it's cadence whenever he sharply exhales, in pair of his palpitating heart.

even within his daze, atsushi remained cautious to not sink his nails into your shoulders. in comparison, he fails to suppress his shudder when your lips brush against a particular spot, air knocked from his chest.

when you glance up at him, his face contorts into a form of raw desperation, tugging onto your clothes until you were just shy of his mouth. meekly, he tries to not linger his gaze on your lips as you spoke; " is this fine?"

it's like you're teasing him, puffy magenta lips gawking at him and he wants nothing more than to kiss you again.

" it is." from the corner of his eye he could make out the faint reds that probed from his clothes hemline, dotting along his collarbone like swatches of paint. he doesn't think he'll ever grow use to it, filling him with an exhilaration he reasons can't be replicated elsewhere.

" i like it actually." his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to steady the eruption of red on his cheeks but it did little to quell his racing heart when you cupped his face, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

" i'm glad, you look handsome like this."

his smile reaches his eyes. "you look pretty too." his nails dug into his palms in an effort of restraint as he returns the gesture in kind.

I was originally hoping to include fyodor but this was so long already. w/ him (& unfinished) it would be 8k words. I rlly want to do version for sigma and akutagawa too. ty boxing fyodor anon 4 enabling my behavior TwT

these have so much room for improvement but I've fiddled around with it sm (๑′°︿°๑). if this doesn't leave the drafts now, it never will. I'll fix mistakes laterrr

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yzashaven · 7 months

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2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒06

꒰ —♡ C O R R U P T I O N ﹒ K I N K ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! archon!scara, lyney, dottore, kaeya x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! corruption obvs!!, reader wearing a collar, shibari/bondage, electrostimulation, cunnilingus + fingering, mentions of using aphrodisiac, dottore's clones involved, some name calling, praise + degradation

NOTE ! wow so early!!! (not) i can't tag some people again.... erm... anyway!!! i overused a few words here ngl—also 2 are proofread, 2 aren't. thank u all for your patience i've been so busy with school it's tiring 😭😭

[ chérie - darling, amour - love ]

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—ARCHON!SCARAMOUCHE

corrupting you is a piece of cake for scaramouche; it's his favorite thing to do. an adorable, obedient, little shrine maiden as his personal slut? all for himself at his mercy? sign him up. oh and of course, to make sure you take all that he gives with no resistance whatsoever—he'll make sure to tie you up one way or another. in this case, he decided to take it easy, bounding your wrists together at your back while a collar was around your neck.

"there you go~" he coos in a teasing manner, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he guides you in riding him. "feels good, hm?" all that you could do was nod and moan helplessly in response as you let him take full control over your body, "mmh, now that i'm thinking of it, you've never been fucked properly before, right?" he grins darkly as he sees you nod; it's true, he is your first after all. a whimper slips past your lips when he abruptly pulled out before situating you down onto the soft velvet sheets of the mattress, pushing your legs further down until you were practically folded in half, "this is what you call a mating press, doll~" he chuckles before slamming his cock inside you once again, pulling at the leash attached to your collar roughly, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him. "oh, don't look at me like that, darling. i might just have to fuck you harder~" and as per his words, his hips began to sharply buck against yours as he observed each and every one of your moans, from the quiet ones to the loud ones that ripped through your throat and making your voice crack out of pure pleasure. not even a minute later, you squirt around his cock whilst it was still thrusting in and out of you at a quick and rough pace, "so adorable~" a scream was drawn from you as his fingers went down to your clit to unexpectedly send a short, weak zap of electro as a way to stimulate you further. "oh come on, i know you like that~ you're just a shy little slut waiting for the right man to break you apart, huh? well... luckily for you, your god himself will be the one ruining you real good~"

—LYNEY SNEZHEVICH

hear me out... soft dom lyney teaching you the ways of romance through intense intimacy and pushing your limits. :3 stimulating you with endless, overwhelming pleasure!!

"can you do one more for me, chérie~?" lyney's fingers and mouth have been skillfully dealing with you for a while now; digits thrusting inside you as they hit all the perfect spots so delicately, his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, gently licking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. you let out whimpers as he continued just that, "you've already came for me so many times, hehe~ a reward should be granted, yes?" before you could protest and say anything at all, he stands up from where he was kneeling and pulls you by the thighs towards the edge of the bed, "mmh~ your sweet fluids are all over your thighs now..." he frowns, "...let me fix that and fill you up with my own cum, hmm~?" without another warning, he easily slides his cock inside your warmth, letting out a small moan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. "feels so good, amour~" he teases as his eyes were fixated on your reactions—body shaking as your lips were parted, gasping for air, moaning and whimpering softly as he started a gentle pace that slowly increased in intensity. "oh, that fucked out look on your face looks so innocent... yet so dirty at the same time~"

—IL DOTTORE

oh, the doctor, experimenting once again, like always! now... who's the best test subject for a rather "intimate" one? of course, his innocent lover.

"how do you feel, my pet?" he says and pats your head gently like how he would to a dog. his thrusts within your cunt were slow and deep, deliciously stretching you out with each snap of his hips, "i knew it... your tough demeanor earlier was nothing but a thin shield. you really thought you could resist me?" he lets out a small laugh, mocking you, "you're just a weak girl on the inside, waiting for someone to tear her pride and dignity to shreds~" he chuckles darkly and reaches forward to fondle at your breasts delicately, "i can't wait to slowly break you apart~" suddenly, he snaps his hips forward as the pace of his thrusts increases, along with the force he was putting in it, constantly hitting your g-spot perfectly. "hah~ that aphrodisiac must be kicking in by now, no? you already look so fucked out and i can feel you getting wetter by the second." he says in a teasing manner, spreading your legs further apart with the help of his clones to hold you down as some of them were touching your cheek delicately, your neck, and your breasts. dottore's hand that was fondling you going down to grip on your hips to steady his rough pace, "focus on me, darling. focus on who's fucking you~" all of that was enough to send you over the edge as you cum hard, walls contracting around his cock that was still busy abusing your pussy, using it as roughly as he always wanted to. "i'm gonna turn you into the sluttiest whore ever~"

—KAEYA ALBERICH

oh... this sly, flirty, smooth talking cavalry captain. he always thought your pure and innocent nature was so adorable, it was his favorite trait of yours. he thinks he's so lucky to have that same girl bent over his desk, begging for more of his rough loving.

"whore." kaeya spat out, thrusting hard inside your cunt from behind as his hand firmly grips at your ass, spanking it. "look at you... moaning all for me, begging for my cock. you that addicted already, huh?" you nod, "good." he smirks mischievously as you let out a lewd scream the moment the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot delightfully, again and again, driving you insane and making your body jolt with each buck of his hips. "fuck—you're too good~ come on, beg me some more. beg me to fuck you senseless~" with a rough thrust forward, it hits a deep part of you that had you cum undone for the umpteenth time. "oh?" kaeya sighs softly, "how am i gonna make you beg when all that's slipping out of your pretty lips are lewd moans and mumbles? hmm~?" he say in a teasing way, "fine then, just keep moaning for me, 'kay~?" his fingers find their way to your clit, pleasuring you further by rubbing it in a way that matched the pace of his thrusts; his other hand making its way up to wrap his long fingers around the back of your neck, holding you down, cheek pressed flat against the cold wood of the table. "even without saying a word, i know all you want right now is for me to fuck you~ just be a good girl and take it all, and i'll keep giving you more~"

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tightjeansjavi · 8 months

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Mornin’ Sunshine

A/N: this is a result of my post horny thots so you’re welcome! ♡ ♡ definitely in the realm of self indulgent hehe.

~word count: 1.5k~

Summary: early morning slow sensual fucking with Joel Miller

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! Reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, consent, unprotected piv (please wrap it b4 u stick it) slow sex, mutual pleasure, handjob, pussy play, creampie, Joel is such a passionate lover, nipple play, edging, praise kink, pet names, hella chemistry between Joel and the reader, he’s in love love, domestic Joel, soft! Joel, caring! Joel!, he just wants to make sure you cum first! Joel, no age gap, reader has no physical descriptions, mood board is just used to set the vibe, NSFW (+18) minors dni!

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If there’s one thing that Joel Miller loves to indulge in as he adjusts to living a domestic life again, it’s you. More specifically; early mornings with you tangled in his sheets, thighs still sticky with yours and his cum from the night before simply because you were too worn out to clean up properly. That’s how he likes it, filthy. Raw. Sensual. He likes being able to dip his hand down between your thighs and gather up your pooling arousal between his calloused fingers. The scent of sex still lingers in the hazy early morning air as his arm drapes around your waist, and tugs you firmly against his chest.

You can feel his wiry patchy beard lightly scraping against the thin skin against your neck as he presses soft open mouth kisses, humming as he breathes out through his nose. Your legs are tangled together under the thick quilt, and he knows you’re beginning to awake from your deep slumber when he feels you reach for his hand, threading your fingers over the top of his.

He’s grinning against your skin, nibbling playfully on the shell of your ear with his teeth. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your lower back. You love it when he wakes up immediately desiring you. Although, how could he not? Your beauty shone both on the inside and within.

He slowly rolls his hips forward, letting out a soft pathetic grunt when you gently push your ass back against him. “Mmm. Good morning to you too..” your voice is sticky with sleep, raspy, yet softer than his.

“G’mornin’ sunshine.” He croons. His voice dips down an octave sending a flush of arousal between your thighs. You’ll never get tired of his thick Texas twang. It’s buttery smooth with a hint of smoke and spice. It drips like sticky sweet caramel, and sets a fire deep within your belly like a splash of whiskey does.

The covers begin to rustle and bend as his hand curves around your hip, he gently squeezes as his hips roll forward once more. “D’ya want me sweetheart?” His question sends your thighs clenching together tightly as you suppress a moan from slipping out.

“Always.”

Pleased with your response, and mutual eagerness, his hand slowly slips from your hip, and down to the cleft of your ass. You're wearing nothing but a pair of thin cotton panties as the rough pads of his fingertips gently stroke you through the thin fabric. His eyes are blissfully closed as he feels the dampness pooling. It brings him a sense of pride knowing that he’s gotten you this wet, and he’s barely touched you.

“S’wet.” He hums sweetly into the spot just below your ear, leaving more open mouth feather light kisses. “S’all f’me?” He knows it is, he just likes it when you boost his ego.

“All for you Joel.” You let out a soft-sweet sigh as a smile graces your features. Your arm slowly reaches behind you, fingers finding their way into his soft bed head. He loves it when you play with his hair, especially when your nails scratch against his scalp. He doesn’t even have to ask; your nails are already gently scratching his scalp. He loves it. He lets you know with a soft grunt. It rumbled from deep within his chest before passing through his parted lips.

He scoots his hips back slightly as his hand that was presently toying with you, was now slowly pushing his boxers down over his hips. He sighs as his heavy cock springs free. The bulbous head is weeping with a bead of precum leaking from the tip. He’s heavy in your hand as your fingers slowly wrap around the veiny shaft.

Another grunt, followed by a pathetic whimper as you swipe your thumb across the tip, collecting his arousal as you slowly pump your hand around him. He only seems to grow harder from your gentle touch as his hand brushes across yours, finding your covered slit with ease as he slowly drags his fingers against it, applying just a tad bit of pressure. Your thighs instinctively fall open so that he has easier access to where you drip for him most.

You toy with each other awhile longer, wanting to get yourselves worked up as much as you can. You know exactly what he needs, and he knows exactly what you need. It’s a partnership based on balance after all. Mutual pleasure is something you both deeply relish indulging in.

You’re both a whimpering chorus of sensual sounds. Maestros to your own tunes as you play one another like strings on a violin. He grunts praisingly, you whimper his name.

He’s gently tugging your panties down in a slow movement. He can’t help but chuckle when they stick to your puddle of arousal that has built up between your thighs. He gently peels the fabric down past your calves and ankles.

The sheets rustle as the mourning dove coos just outside the open window. A warm summer breeze kisses your skin as you let out a breathy sigh. He drags the tip of his cock through your sticky wet folds. When he finally begins to sink into your warmth, you both release a shuddered breath as his arms reach up to encase you. His broad size is overwhelming, yet comforting at the same time. He fills you up to the brim, stretching you out as you accommodate his thick size.

You're perfect for him. The perfect partner. The perfect cunt. He knows how much you love when he talks to you in an unbridled, filthy manner. He loves it too. “Perfect fuckin’ cunt.” He murmurs against your skin as he slowly thrusts his hips forward into your ass.

“Always perfect f’me.” He grunts low into your neck. His teeth are scraping your delicate skin while one hand is firmly grasping around one of your breasts with his pointer finger and thumb gently toying with your pebbled nipple.

You mewl out his name, eyes shut in pure ecstasy as he slowly fucks into you. You can feel every inch of his cock move inside of you. God, you love it when he fucks you like this. You love the feeling of him buried so deep inside you, it’s hard to grasp just where he begins, and where he ends.

“Good girl.” He lets out a hot puff of air as he holds you as close as he physically can to his chest. His hips grind against your ass in a circular motion.

Soft giggles are exchanged as he accidentally slips out after pulling his hips back too far.

“Too wet?” You teasingly muse.

He chuckles deeply while gently releasing your breast from his grasp. His hand dips down to where your bodies were previously connected as he grabs ahold of his length and eases it back inside of you. He playfully nips at your shoulder blade, “ain’t ever such a thing of bein’ too wet f’me darlin.”

True.

Instead of grasping your breast once more, his hand gently curves around the crook of your thigh as he coaxes it to rest around his hip with your toes planted firmly on the mattress. He has full access to your pussy, more importantly, your clit as he wastes no time to gently play with you once more.

Your moans increase as his fingers rub your sensitive nub of nerves in quick motions, faster than the rhythm of his hips are fucking into you. It’s a tantalizing combination that has been concocted just for you.

Your moans intensify from the growing sensation in the pit of your stomach. His name falls from your lips like a prayer that is shared just for the two of you. Your sweet little sounds urge him forward. He knows you're close when you try to get away from the intense pleasure surging through your veins. He doesn’t let you. He pulls you right back against his chest, tsking softly under his breath.

“Shh.” He coos. “You’re alright baby. I gotcha. She’s sensitive this mornin’ hmm?” You can feel him smirking against your skin that is beginning to bead up with perspiration. He licks the salty dew like a man starved as he buries his face further into the crook of your neck.

“Jus’ wanna make sure you cum.” He reassures you with one heavy jut of his hips that has you seeing stars between closed eyelids.

“Jus’ wanna love on ya.”

“My baby.”

“My honey.”

“My everythin.’”

Praises fall against your sweat stained skin as he buries himself inside of your warm pussy as deeply as he can reach. Deep enough that his tip is brushing against your cervix. You cry out his name as your nails sink into his forearm. A choked sob, an I love you, a post orgasm laugh as he stays buried inside of you, not wanting to part from your warmth just yet.

He’s kissing you all over as you softly giggle. Your noises that he loves so dearly are cut off when his lips finally find yours. It’s a searing slow kiss. You can taste the passion on his tongue as he breathes out deeply through his nose.

“How d’ya want your eggs? Scrambled, or over easy?” He asks, a boyish grin plastered on his face as he kisses you sweetly.

“Scrambled.” You softly responded, fingers tangling through his hair as you pulled him in close.

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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can i get a kinda arrenged marriage with zhongli

umm as a yk maybe a contract that our ancestor signed or something like that İM SORRY İF İM NOT MAKİNG ANY SENSE

(also can it be kinda smut please)

u can just ignore HAVE A NICE DAY THANK YOU FOR EVEN READING THIS

I have a full smut fic that I'm writing for him that kind of has this included so I'll make this a little less smutty but still smutty.

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kind of smutty, arranged marriage, getting to know each other, being awkward, kissing, literal sleeping together, dragon traits, protectiveness, domestic fluff, falling in love

A/N: The fic is coming soon so I hope you'll look forward to it!

Zhongli remembers all his contracts and the payments that are due for them, of course he remembers you

He avoided seeing you before it was time to marry you, he didn't want to scare you by telling that you were what your ancestor promised him

Your first kiss with him happens on your wedding day

Does his best to be welcoming to you, gives you a tour of his home, let's you see his half-dragon form because you will need to get used to that as well if you're gonna be his wife

You quickly notice that he talks to you very formally and when you bring it up he goes completely silent, he's not really sure how to talk to you is the thing, if he seems too pushy he would frighten you, he would rather you approach him first

If he's gonna be your husband then you don't want him to be cagey with his emotions or thoughts, you want to know him better

His life story is a long one, you've got time though, all the time in the world to hear it

You jump off the bed the first time you feel his tail wrapping around you

He didn't mean for it to happen, sometimes his tail has a mind of it's own and it's a normal reaction for him to be protective of something precious to him, which you are now seeing as you're his wife

About his anatomy, yes he is a little bit different as you could see when you woke up in the morning

You were staring a little so he wanted to make sure you weren't freaked out by it

When you tell him that's fine, that it's actually very interesting to you he feels a little bit better

Oh and he should also tell you, he is very sensitive and tends to run hotter then most, even his seed, so careful if you're gonna put your mouth on him at any point

As you learn more about each other you begin to be more casual with touching, more comfortable with kissing him, calling him your husband, with feeling his tail around you, or his teeth nibbling on your neck, back, wrists and eventually your thighs

Zhongli holds back a lot when you first make love, not just because of his anatomy, he's not even sure you could take him because of his size

He is pent up all night but he makes sure you get as much pleasure as you want

Only in the morning does he get his own when you do put your mouth on him, and your hand too, doing double work, tasting him for the first time

You discover that his horns are a bit of a sweet spot for him, that his voice gets deeper and more raspy when you touch them

You try grabbing them one night while you're sitting on his face and end up with a huge mess across your back

That's one more Zhongli fact to add to your growing list

Nuzzles your face against yours when he's too tired for words

Loves kissing the ring on your finger very night and staring at the bite mark on your neck

One time he took your ring off and bit at the spot where it was then slid the ring back over the mark, letting both his romantic and possessive sides shine through

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plasticferal · 3 months

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hiii girly!!! could u like write something where reader and matt have sex & get caught?? maybe by his brothers lmao, have a great day lovely :)

caught in the act | matt sturniolo.

authors note: thank you for your sweet words! love always. i hope you enjoy this quick little 1.9k words.

warnings: 18+ content. choking, dom!matt, fem!reader, explicit language, slight exhibitionism, getting caught of course. reader discretion is advised.

matt's big hand engulfs your neck, giving a squeeze with warning to cover up your loud moans as he sucks a purple mark below your ear. he's extra rough tonight, leaving your skin burning and stinging with the grip he has on you.

“your brothers are gonna hear us” you grasp at matt's tattooed shoulder blade, nails scratching into his skin as he eats away at your neck like a vampire, so desperately.

“don’t care” he speaks into your skin, making you roll upward into his naked body.

your head is almost hanging completely off the edge of his bed as he rolls his hips between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his hard cock but not thrusting into you just yet.

matt kisses and sucks at every inch of your skin, leaving bite marks, and trails of saliva. the room fills with the sound of your body sticking to his own, and the small groans he's muffling while trying to keep quiet himself knowing his brothers are in the house, somewhere, wide awake.

you two never usually fool around this early in the night, the sun has barely set, but when he sauntered into the bedroom fresh from a shower with a white towel hanging low on his hips, hair dripping wet, and drops of water dancing down his bare chest, he became so distressingly irresistible.

it wasn't take long before the towel dropped, and both of your clothes scatter the floor. he carries himself with such an unintentional dominance. the slightly sour look on his face, the serious manner he holds when he's lost in deep thought, it makes him so endearing.

you can still smell his body wash lingering in the air as your bodies rub and grind into each other. you nibble at matt's ear, and his throat shakes with pleasure as he tries to swallow the sound.

matt tightens his grip around your throat, looking down at you with a sharp glare before slamming a rough, almost painful kiss to your lips. if you weren't so focused on the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner thigh near your soaked cunt, you're sure you'd wince or complain at the abrasiveness.

he pulls back, making you pout at the loss of contact. he lets out a huff of understanding, but gives you a look that tells you to be patient.

"turn around, ass toward me" he orders against your mouth, methodically grabbing your hips to guide you as turn over on your hands and knees.

"so you’re in that kind of mood tonight?” you tempt, lust dripping from your mouth as you oblige and delicately flip over, grabbing at the edge of his bed and gripping the sheets.

“when you look this good," matt's fingers trace up your spine.

"yeah.” before he grabs the back of your neck to keep himself stable, making you gasp at how tight he's squeezing your skin.

nerves pit in your stomach as you know how good he's about to make you feel, especially doggy style. he just knows how to hit every sweet spot from this angle. you know it's going to be near impossible to keep quiet.

matt uses his free hand to pull you to his crotch, and he pushes your chest down onto the mattress so you're arching up with your ass on full display to his desire.

"ready for me, darling?" matt asks, and you nod your head distictly.

you hear him spit into his hand before he presses it to your spread open cunt, lathering any part he can see with saliva. it's a thick, warm sensation, which is a contrast to the cold air hitting your exposed skin.

you can hear him as he strokes himself once or twice with the residue on his hand, before he tucks his cock between your thighs, making sure to angle it just right to he can slide easily into your entrance.

he pushes against your pussy, his tip slowly stretching you out. so slow you can feel every single inch make you feel more and more full. you squeeze the sheets in your palms, letting the silk fabric flow past your knuckles and your cheek presses into the mattress, a moan escaping your mouth the deeper matt gets.

matt's lips are pressed shut, but he's humming a low, closed-mouth moan, stretching out the sound as he pushes deeper, and deeper, until his thick long cock is fully immersed into your hole. you're trying not to shriek at the feeling but it's just so good, and makes you feel so complete.

"matt baby, please" you're trying to keep hush, biting your bottom lip with restraint as you wait for him to move.

you feel him slide out half way, still half filling you before he thrusts into you again, unhurriedly, but with enough force that you gasp. matt plants a hand at the soft curvature of your back, allowing him to ease his balance a little more.

“just arch a little, fuck yeah… just like that” matt exhales.

you involuntarily begin to move the lower half of your body, grinding your hips into his until your cunt swallows him whole over and over again, initiating the back and forth. matt groans.

“fuck, y/n. keep bouncing on my cock like that, baby. you want it that bad you couldn’t wait?” he scoffs.

you continue to grind into him, fluttering each time his thick cock hits your sensitive, plump area. he’s let his hard grip of neck hair go as he strokes your hair tenderly , fighting his urge to grab you by the hips and fuck you until you see stars. he loves watching you like this, so desperate for him.

"sooooo good baby, oh my god" you exhale through tight teeth, sounding a porn star with how high pitched your voice suddenly becomes.

"take me so fucking well" he praises.

you're shocked and let out almost a scream when matt slaps your ass hard, undoubtedly leaving a handprint. it stings, and your skin is genuinely left buzzing.

you actually jolt your body upward, snapping your neck to try and give him a look as your jaw drops, but matt forcibly pushes your head back down.

"matthew!" you practically yell, and you hear matt chuckle coarsely.

suddenly you feel matt reach back and grab a pillow from the head of the bed, bringing it to rest under your head. knotting his slender fingers into your hair at the base of your neck, he guides your face to press into the soft material.

"face in the pillow, since you can't shut the fuck up." matt speaks as he fucks into you from behind even harder than he was before.

your entire body is rocking and shaking as you bite the pillow beneath you, obeying his orders.

the pillow only drowns out so much as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, guttural groans emitting from his chest as he throws his head back and fucks into hard, rough and fast.

the slapping sounds of your skin bounce off the walls as he dives into your hips, making you howl desperately. you screams again at his cock roughly jerking to the depths of your cunt, amplifying the pleasure that warms your whole body.

you're so engrossed in the moment that you fully convince yourself the pitter patter sound of footsteps approaching matt's room are just in your head. you're starting to think maybe you're being too loud. you reassure yourself by thinking one of you have locked the door.

you press your head into the pillow, unable to withstand the pleasure that's accumulating in your belly, increasing with the speed of matt's movements. you feel like you're so close to tipping over, clenching your pussy around him if not to only bring you closer to an orgasm.

matt grips your love-handles, holding you from either side to slam into you over and over and over. with worry, your eyes dart toward his bedroom door, knowing you're so close to releasing. the growl in your lower stomach is a mix of sudden anxiety and pleasure.

the door pries open, four shoes in your direct line of vision as they trek slowly into the room, bodies not fully revealed just yet. at the same time, your stomach bubbles and you gasp at the inevitable fulfilment rising a lot faster than you anticipated.

a single stroke of his fingers is all it takes, and you come undone, clenching your muscles around his penis while your lips continuously utter his name like a mantra. your climax is reaching it's peak at the exact same moment chris's voice is heard, and nick's body follows into the room.

matt seems completely unbothered, focusing on fucking you through your orgasm as he knows he won't get it back to this extent if he stops, and you finishing is his number one priority.

"are you guys okay?" nick's voice starts, hiding behind his younger brother and the door.

"we heard y/n screami- OH fuck" chris's eyes almost pop out of his head and jaw hits the floor.

you make eye-contact with chris for a split and the image he receives is your body shaking and moaning his brothers name. when chris slams the door shut, you hear nick scream before quite literally running away. poor chris copped the brunt of it.

"holy shit i'm so sorry" chris begs for forgiveness, and you can only imagine the panic he's enduring on the other side. you could bet good money on him clenching his eyes shut and acting out the sign of the cross.

“had put on a little show for chris, didn’t you?” matt chuckles, reacting with another slap to your ass, keeping his cock inside you but slowing his pace.

"dirty girl." matt arches over to bite your shoulder blade.

your body is ready to collapse, and you almost do, if not for matt's strong hands catching your hips at the last moment. he, too, can't take much and lowers himself inside you, moaning loudly unintelligible words. finally, he lets you fall on the mattress, carefully sliding out of you and laying you down on the soft sheets.

"YOU CAN GO NOW" matt yells, knowing his brother is frozen on the other side before dropping next to you.

"LOCK YOUR DOOR NEXT TIME" chris scrambles his words, tone fading out with the distance that grows between him and the room.

"KNOCK NEXT TIME" you and matt both say in unison, making you bury your flushed face into his chest.

matt slides his arm around your body, hugging you close to his body and peppering kisses on your forehead.

“they got to see how good i fuck you, huh princess?” he mumbles against your skin. he leans over to find your shoulder, placing small kisses of love on it there too.

"i think we've traumatised your brother forever" you chuckle, slapping his chest playfully with the very little strength you have left.

"he'll be fine" he chortles, staring up the ceiling.

"i mean he'll never look you in the eye's again, but he'll be fine." matt teases.

"oh god" you laugh while sliding a hand down your face with sheer worry.

"you did so well, though" matt whispers to you, placing a kiss just below your ear, and then correcting your hair, which is now damp with sweat.

he always acknowledges you afterwards, especially when he's been a little more dominant, and you do take him so well. you can do nothing but send him a dreamy smile in response, too tired to verbally reply to his praise.

needless to say, you plan on double checking that the door is locked going forward, to not get caught in the act ever again.

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m00nh1gh · 3 months

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CALL D

Felix x reader

He can't even bother looking at you because of those stupid video games.

Contains: Thigh riding, degradation, reader is desperate and Felix doesn't give her attention, fingering.

Word count: 1.1k.

It had been at least a week since you'd been intimate with Felix and it frustrated you.

He was always sitting in front of his computer, playing some random game with Seungmin and Jeongin because there was this "championship" going on and they had to participate, of course.

At first, it was alright with you. You liked watching him play and his reactions when something happened in the game never failed to make you laugh in adoration. But, now you were just excited for him to stop playing and to give you the attention you craved.

You had just come out of the bathroom to try and satisfy yourself alone, but it hadn't worked, so now you were even more frustrated than before. That's why you stormed into your shared bedroom with only his shirt on and you silently walked over to him.

"Lixie," you called his name in a teasing manner as you placed your hands on his shoulders which immediately relaxed to your touch.

"Need anything?" He asked, not taking his eyes off his game. He was fighting some monsters and you did not want to understand what was going on inside the screen.

"Need you," you pouted as if he could see you, your hands sliding down his biceps and he told his friends he would mute his mic a few seconds, making you smile in victory. However, he didn't turn to look at you even once.

"Can it wait after my game? It's pretty important.

- It's been important since last week," you complained, clearly not agreeing to his request.

Felix sighed and tapped his thigh, an invitation for you to sit on it. You happily took the opportunity and sat comfortably on one of his thighs, moving a little to make sure he knew you weren't wearing anything under the shirt you had thrown on.

"Use my thigh if you're that desperate, but don't disturb me," he warned and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before he turned his mic back on.

It disappointed you how unfazed he seemed by you, but you still knew it was because he was way too concentrated on his championship. At least, now you had him with you and only knowing he let you have his thigh to use for your own pleasure made you roll your hips against him.

Now that you were sitting on him and riding his thigh, you realized how good it felt when he would flex his thigh because of something sudden that would happen in his game. Whenever he was surprised, all of his body would tense up and it provided more pleasure to your pussy that started leaving a wet spot on Felix's gray sweatpants.

"Lix," you whined against his neck before nibbling on the skin. He grunted as he spammed a button on his keyboard and you whined a little more when you grinded up his thigh and it felt just right against your clit

"Wait, no, I gotta help you guys," Felix seemed to be insisting on something with his friends and you felt his throat vibrating against your lips. Even when he wasn't talking to you, his voice turned you on even more and you put your hands on his shoulder, lightly squeezing as you picked up your pace.

"You sure?" Silence. "Alright, alright. I'Il come back later,” Felix turned his mic off as well as he took his headphones off. He seemed to have paused his game because he finally rolled the chair back a little, making you look back at him and stop in your movements.

"Go on, I never told you to stop. Do what you wanted to do," his stare was hard on you, but now that you had him looking at you, you didn't hesitate to rub yourself on him even harder than before, moaning his name out as his hands slid up your shirt to pinch your nipples. You whined in pleasurable pain, squeezing your own thighs against him and feeling something familiar when you'd be close to orgasming.

“You were in too much need to wait for me, huh? Can't control yourself for a few more hours like a good girl," he commented, watching as your eyes squeezed shut. His hands trailed down your waist and stopped at your hips, forcing you to stop grinding on him.

"You got two choices, baby. Either I let you come on my thigh or you do it on my dick. Sluts like you don't get to come twice," his voice was way deeper than usual, it made you feel warm.

"You better hurry up and choose, or I'll do it for you," he harshly guided your hips against his thigh as he flexed it, making you whimper and squeeze him again.

"Wait, no, I'll cum," you said, already feeling you were close and you needed his dick so badly.

“Yeah? You'll cum just like the needy bitch you are? With my thigh? What would happen if I did this?" He gently pushed your back against his desk and waited for a reaction from you as he brought his fingers to your clit and lightly rubbed circles on it. His fingers were like feathers against your sensitive skin, but it was enough to make you shake and almost go over the edge.

"Please, no, need your dick," you were on the verge of crying out of frustration, Felix was the best at overly teasing you and as much as you usually loved it, you hated him for it right now.

“And if I did that, then?" It was easy for his fingers to enter you. You were so wet that a bit of the inside of your thighs were covered in it too. He only had to curl his fingers up to find your g-spot and that's when you clenched around him, moaning excessively loud as your orgasm hit you hard.

"Fuck, no," you sobbed as he kept fingering you through your orgasm, a shit-eating smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“That's what you deserve for interrupting my game with my friends.

- Please, 'm sorry," your thighs closed around his hand and he pulled his fingers out of you before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

He was fast at taking your and his shirt off, as well as taking one of your boobs in his mouth. Your back arched and he softly bit on your nipple, his hand finding its way back to your pussy and brushing against your clit again, making your body shake in overstimulation.

“You're lucky you got me horny as fuck,” pulling away from your boob made a popping sound and he took the rest of his clothes off.

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biibini · 3 months

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nsfw modern!mizu headcannons pt3

tags: nsfw, smut, wlw, strap on referred to as cock, cunnillingus, praise, missionary, doggy, if u squint its rough, degrading, teasing, edging, ass squeezes, orgasm

a/n: happy 100??? followers?? i love u all???? i finished some hw and some photoshoot work so here's a treat for both of us :3

18+ content below!

modern!mizu loves to hold ur hand while she's deep inside u, strap on

that's if she's feeling sweet & loving

which is most nights

however, if u were acting like a brat it's totally different

she has the patience but if u rlly ticked her off

or left her during the summer for an internship

she'll still be loving but WAYYY more dirty talk

definitely degrade u

calling u her pretty slut

(yes i already talked ab this on the last part but lemme remind yall)

modern!mizu is big on praise

typically she's reserved when it comes to u in public

prefers to let her work talk for her such as a side hug or holding ur hand when u guys are out

through her actions, she’s loving without the need to say much

at times, she doesn’t mind calling u “love” or “baby” in a sweet endearing way when its just the two of u in public

but behind closed doors…

(im giggling and kicking my feet writing this sorry chat)

she loves constantly calling u her pretty girl or her love

those praises escalate into dirty territory especially when she knows ur close

(yes i also did write ab this but shhh)

and she gets all close to ur ear

while whispering sweet nothings, she continues to stimulate u with soft kisses and hickies on ur neck

she loves hearing how loud ur voice can rise under her touch

or how much ur wet cave squelches just with her two fingers

it's addicting to hear u unfold

modern!mizu prefers missionary

yeah sure its a basic vanilla position

but mizu can watch herself enter easily

ur practically dripping at this point

while having easy access to ur breasts

something soft and tender to hold

or easy access to ur sides and hold for stability

while having front row seats to ur entire reaction

a 3-in-1 combo

she just loves hearing her beautiful girlfriend’s voice slowly lose control of any noises coming out

any whimpers or moans will not be held back

modern!mizu would make it her mission to hear anything come out of u

similar to the praising point

but more on the border of teasing

it doesnt help that she lowers her voice the closer she gets to ur ears

if ur biting ur lip or biting the inside of ur cheek, she will spot u holding back

it’s a lil scary how easy she can read u

but u pay no attention once she’s close to ur neck, one of ur most vulnerable spots

Mizu nuzzles you, letting her head rest in the crook of your neck. You close your eyes and inhale, telling yourself to relax under Mizu. You feel a digit slowly pull out, continuing to thrust into you at a agonizingly slow pace. She pulls out again, a tear running down Mizu’s middle finger.

You take another deep breath, scrunching your eyebrows and attempting to control yourself. You feel Mizu kiss your neck, leaving behind bruises that are soon to bloom purple. She works her way to your ear, her breath practically melting you away.

“I know you want more, don’t you?”, Mizu whispered breathily. Her digit pushing deeper into you. You bite your lip, silencing your moan with a “mmph” instead.

She nibbles down the side of your neck, biting down a little more than usual. Her tongue glides over one of your growing hickies, now turning a deeper shade of maroon and purple. You moan in response, forgetting to hold it back.

"Let's use our words now.", Mizu coos, adding another digit deep inside of you.

modern!mizu would most prob be a dom/switch

a little more switch than dom

but mainly a service dom

as long as the both of u are feeling pleasure, she will always love it

if u request modern!mizu something, she will try her hardest to make u feel good

one time, u were curious ab edging

u have heard of the term but never experienced it

mizu had heard ab it through taigen and his stupid rants ab his situationships

u were in for quite a wild night

“Hey baby?”, you asked.

Mizu hummed next to you, scrolling through Tiktok.

The thought of edging was relatively new. You heard about the idea at one of your lecture classes, where a girl was talking with her friends about how her situationship did that to her. You heard many specific details, maybe too many, for a 9:00 lecture.

However, one thing stood out to you: she had the most deepest, amazing orgasm. According to her, at least.

“Do you know what edging is?”, you question, letting the curiosity get the best of you.

Mizu turned to face you. Shocked at your question, she closes and puts down her phone.

“Who told you what that was?”, she asked.

Your eyes widen.

Was it something mean?

“Why? Is it something bad?”, you say in a concerned tone.

Mizu breathily laughs. She wraps her arm around your side, pulling you closer under the sheets.

“No no, I just wasn’t expecting that kind of question.”

“So what is it?”, you persist, still curious about the idea. You watch her eyes quickly dart away from your gaze.

“Uhm…”, Mizu’s face slightly flushes, biting the outer corner of her lower lip. “It’s when you get really close, but then you never finish. At least that’s how Taigen explained it.”

Your mouth shapes into a little ‘o’.

“It’s supposed to make you finish on ‘a different level’. I didn’t really understand it but-“

“Should we try?”, you boldly ask.

The details of the girl’s experience from the lecture rung in your head: mind-blowing, amazing, earth-shattering. The list could go on. That girl could talk for hours.

Mizu cocked her eyebrow, immediately surprised by the invitation. She didn’t deny it though. As disgusting as Taigen described his experience, it intrigued Mizu. Her mind started to dwell on the thought: your legs trembling and shaking under her, your moans and squirming, the volume of your cries...

The idea of you screaming her name lit a bulb in her head.

Out of nowhere, she pulls you underneath her. Mizu rests her hand by your face to cup your cheek. Her thumb caresses your right cheek, lightly grazing your lips. You look up to meet her eyes: a deep ocean blue darkened with lust. They glance down and quickly look back up to meet your gaze.

Mizu gets closer to you, slightly tilting your head to whisper close to your ear.

"Let's try.", she whispers. You feel her lips plant kisses along your neck, feeling it tickle and tease you.

"Now?", you stammer as Mizu continues down your neck, gently lifting under your pajamas. You feel her hand lift the fabric and palm one of your breasts. You groan as Mizu's thumb grazes over your nipple, hardening under your touch.

Mizu scoffs. "Do you not see yourself right now?", she states as she inches closer to your heat, now aching for her touch.

Blush starts to form on your face. Mizu knew how to turn you on, but you've never seen her so quick with it.

With one hand busy toying with your breasts, Mizu inches her other hand down towards your soft cotton panties. Her fingers slide down from the edge, feeling your curves and valleys. She stops at your entrance and feels the change of the fabric, drenched with your juices.

You hear her chuckle into the crook of your neck. "Do you not feel yourself right now?", she teases, her voice almost deepening as she continues to palm your wet spot.

"Not until now- Mizu!", you yelp. You feel her finger tuck under the fabric, now directly touching your pouring wet mess. She lowers her hand and enters, enveloping her fingers with your fluids.

Your head knocks back as you take a deep breath in. Half of your mind was already in another dimension, getting lost in the pleasure. The other half was still present in bed but slowly losing itself with every thrust Mizu made. You aren't even close to finishing and you're already losing your mind.

You feel her finger pull out, making you feel empty inside. She tugs your panties off and shifts closer to your lower half. You feel your lower half face her mouth. It doesn't take long for you to feel full once again as she plunges two digits into you.

You moan in response. You feel them gain speed, tickling the tip of your cervix. She puts those long, slender fingers to good use. Busy with feeling of your insides getting fucked out, you fail to forget about the feeling of Mizu's tongue lapping up any liquids coming out of you.

She continues to do so, her tongue gliding along the sides of your entrance. Mizu licks up, lightly licking the tip of your clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots up in your head.

"Ah, fuck me Mizu!", you yell into the pillow. Her pace continues to inch deeper into your gushing wet caves. To Mizu's surprise, they easily pull in and out of you, making a squelching noise every time she pushes a little bit deeper.

"I am, don't worry.", Mizu coos. She continues to lap at your clit, circling it every so often. With one hand inside of you, she wraps her other arm around your leg. She feels the warmth of your inner thigh touching her cheek, heating her up as she continues to work on you.

You feel her fingers slightly curl, brushing the rough ceiling of your insides. Instinctively, your hips buck against her mouth & fingers. She groans and gets back to it, tightening her grip on your leg.

The feeling of her fingers continuously touching your sensitive spot sent you to madness. Your hips continue to buck only to be constricted by Mizu's arm. At this point, you are attempting to find any way to move your hips, practically grinding on her face. Gaining speed towards your climax, you try to ride her fingers with her thrusts. In an attempt to chase your nearing orgasm, your moans grow louder. But it is to no avail.

Mizu notices the way your walls start to rhythmically tighten around her fingers. She pulls back her tongue and slowly pulls out her fingers. She feels your liquids drip down her digits, slowly pooling by her palm.

"Is my pretty girl close?", she teases.

Fuck, she brought out that pet name.

You feel her breath an inch away from your throbbing wet entrance, almost teasing your release.

"Y-Yes. Please let me finish. I'm so close.", you beg. Your hips try to grind on something, anything. Without thinking, you aim to feel her lips with yours to feel some kind of pleasure. Instead, you pathetically grind on the bottom half of Mizu's face, covering it with your juices.

Mizu shakes her head, smiling deviously at your attempt.

"Not yet baby. Wait a bit."

Her hands don't shift back to their original position. Instead, you feel them wrap around your thighs and squeeze against Mizu's face. You look down to view Mizu smiling angelically. Yet her actions proved others: downright devious.

modern!mizu doesn't enjoy doggy as much as she enjoys missionary

but it allows her to grab onto your ass and waist and squeeze u closer to u

it lowk highkey makes her go crazy when yall r doing doggy and she sees ur reflection in the mirror

yeah she can hear ur moans and see ur beauty from the back

but to be able to get a view of ur reaction thru the mirror too omg…

You hear the bathroom door open only to find Mizu, strapped on. Beforehand, you had just been making out post-shower and getting ready to go to bed. That was until someone (cough cough Mizu) started caressing your side and touching under your pajama top.

She gets close to you, her hands caressing your hips. Mizu faces you and places soft kisses on your lips, trailing down to your neck. Her lips make work towards the back of your neck as she flips you behind. You look into the mirror as you feel her hands tighten their grip on your hips.

Mizu meets your gaze, grinning at your stare.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma be nice.”, she reassures, entering a finger into your dripping entrance.

“Fuck-“, you curse. You feel her middle finger gain pace, only to pull out mid-pleasure.

Before you can even complain, you feel her cock poke at your entrance. Its length now covered with your silky fluids. She slowly pushes into your cavern, gripping your hips tighter.

You moan into the mirror. You watch as your knuckles turn white, gripping tightly from the light pain. You check in the mirror to watch Mizu’s reaction. You feel her slowly inch closer inside you, stretching your insides.

A cry escapes your mouth. Her rhythm slowly starts, back and forth. Every inch deeper inside you was a signal of pleasure going straight to your pain.

As for Mizu, she was watching how good you were taking her cock. She sees it slowly enveloping it inside of you, getting coated with all your fluids. She fully thrusts all the way in to the hilt to hear another cry.

And you do cry in response. Right into the mirror. Your reaction perfectly laid out in front of the mirror for Mizu to witness.

“God, you’re taking it so well tonight.”, Mizu complimented, her pace quickening. She glances at the mirror again to see your reaction in the reflection: Your eyes glimmering, filled with pleasure. Your mouth is still swollen, cherry red, from making out earlier. Your cheeks also match the same shade, flushed from the stimulation. God, you looked beautiful.

You feel her enter you again, her hips meeting yours. Mizu’s hands tighten their grip, prepping herself.

You moan loudly as she continues to pound into you. You feel her length roughly enter you, filling you whole. Instinctively, you yelp into the mirror. You try to say something to Mizu. But with every thrust, you fail to form a complete sentence. Your attempt at communication left you mumbling.

Embarrassed, you put your head down against the bathroom countertop. The cold surface felt refreshing against your heated cheeks. However, that only lasted for a moment.

Mizu, still mesmerized by your lower half, checked on the reflection to find your face missing. Instead, it was hiding against the countertops. She slow down her thrusts to an agonizing pace.

“Y/N,”, she called. You respond to her call and looked up into the mirror. “Lemme see that pretty face of yours again.”

You bring your face up to the mirror and look at her through the reflection. She smiles contently and gives your back a kiss.

“Good girl.”

She returns to her original rhythm, fast and deep inside you. You could only moan and cry in front of the mirror, letting your reaction be shown by Mizu. Her cock began to graze the ceiling. Your moans grow louder in response.

As Mizu watches you crumble under her through the mirror, she shifts her hands to your cheeks. Her hands massage them softly and watch them ripple with every thrust inside of you. Mizu grabs both cheeks to spread them apart, gaining a better view of your dripping wet entrance.

“Ah, Mizu!”, you respond. She thrusts in again, hitting a deeper, sensitive angle.

Mizu heard you yell in response and coordinates with the angle. A part of her wishes she could truly feel you inside: to feel your insides squeeze her and envelop her with your juices, to fully feel you orgasm as she’s still inside you fucking you out.

She continues to pound into the same sensitive angle, grabbing onto the sides of your cheeks for some stability. You, on the other hand, feel a twist in your lower stomach start to form. The stimulation, the angle, the way she was grabbing you: it was all coming together.

Your back shoots up, arching up with every thrust. You could no longer hold back any noises and let yourself go. The bathroom walls echoed with your moans, along with the rhythmic slapping from Mizu’s thrusts.

“I’m- ah!”, you feel Mizu get closer to your back as her right hand starts to gently palm your clit, circling the outside perimeter.

“M’so close, Mizu- fuck!”, you say as you look into her gaze through the reflection: her breath heavy, her eyes so dark that the blue reflect like diamonds. Holy fuck.

Her fingers continue to circle your clit, rubbing st s faster pace. The knot tightens and tightens, until you feel her hit the deepest spot, barely touching your cervix. At that point, you let everything go: the knot, the counter, your tight grip on her cock.

You cry as your legs try to spread apart. Your hips attempt to ride out the orgasm, only to be helped by Mizu as her cock goes in and out. You moan out her name as she lets go of your lower half and starts peppering kisses up your spine. She gentle caresses your hips and slowly pulls out.

Liquid gold starts to seep out. Mizu watches as the strap on glimmer under the bathroom lights. You turn the face her, also mesmerized by its shimmer.

(idk if i covered this already but whatever)

modern!mizu’s ideal aftercare is washing up with hot cup of tea and in bed cuddling

rewinding and relaxing afterwards never felt so comforting until u came around

typically, she’ll let u choose the tea of the nicht

but if ur tired out, she can pick up and do the work for u

a few soft kisses here and there

as long as u feel comforted, shes at peace

#mizu bes #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #headcannons #modern mizu #mizu smut #mizu x reader smut #mizu x you smut #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu pls ill take it so good #mmhmm pls mizu

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touyaz · 1 year

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love shot

pairing shidou ryuusei x fem reader

word count 1.7k

notes the dialogue in this is the focal point & i was experimenting with it a lot, so shidou does say really . weird things. he's a lil hot + nasty like that <3 if you dont like it sorry u have no taste ♥️🙏

WARNINGS oral (f rec), masturbation (m), fingering, lots of petnames (wife, babygirl, and some other weird ones), reader has body hair. calls reader's pussy 'she' but otherwise no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

"ain't this the dream?" shidou murmurs, kneading your hips mindlessly. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, lips peppering kisses wherever they can. "bagged a cute, lil wife all for myself."

"stop it," you protest, leaning your head towards his so he has no space to press on. "we can do this later."

a displeased whine escapes him, and he tilts his head to dot kisses along your shoulder instead. "fuck that," he groans, and one hand comes up to tug the neckline of your shirt away. his mouth is hot against you, a little meaner than earlier with how he nips at your skin. he sweetens the blow with a fleeting kiss, only to repeat it all in the next second. "want your attention on me now."

"and i want to finish making dinner, but i guess—" you yelp when he bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder, dropping the knife in your hand so you can bat at his hands. "sei!"

"my bad," he snickers, his smirk searing itself into your flesh. "what'cha cookin', sweetcheeks?"

"curry," you snap, holding on to the edge of the counter when he doesn't budge. you bow your head, and as much as you want to finish making dinner, it's getting harder to focus on what you need to do next when shidou licks up the slant of your neck, nibbling on that soft spot behind your ear. "but it's all gonna— gonna burn if you keep this up."

"that's fine," he drawls, voice low like the rumble of a jet lifting off with the promise of taking you to new highs. "i'm in the mood for somethin' else, anyway."

there's no question about what he means when his hand snakes down your front, cupping where you're warm, wanting.

"bet you're pretty hungry for me yourself, huh?" he grins, rubbing over your sex firmly despite the layers. you can't deny it has you a little desperate, melting like butter in the hot pot next to you. it's always been too easy for him to get you like this, to have you craving whatever it is that he wants to do to you. "gonna let me take care of that for you?"

"you can do what you want later," you try again, one final attempt to win this battle, but shidou's never been one to share first place when it comes to competitions.

"or, i can turn this shit off," he starts, and he takes it upon himself to ruin everything you've done, turning the knob on the stove, so the fire dies out. "and you can hop onto the counter and let me dig into that sweet cunt of yours. sounds a lot better my way, yeah?"

there's no point in moaning about your half-cooked meal when he drags you away and helps you sit up on a cleaner surface.

"you're making dinner tonight after this," you tell him.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." he's more focussed on getting you out of your clothes, dragging your underwear down, too, and kicking the pile away when you're finally half-naked for him.

"and washing up."

"babydoll, i'll do whatever you fuckin' want, long as you spread your legs for me."

his words have you biting your cheek, and in a last ditch effort to defy him, you don't part your legs like he wants you to.

you also don't stop him from pushing them apart himself.

"not so mouthy now, are you?" he snickers, staring down at you. you can't hold his gaze and it makes him laugh louder. but then he leans in to kiss your cheek softly and the contrast has you clinging onto the edge of the counter, gulping. "you're so fuckin' cute," he murmurs, biting the fat of your cheek teasingly. "it's alright, baby, your cunt's doin' all the talkin' for you, dripping all over the kitchen. this your secret ingredient? cookin' up a love shot for me tonight?"

"shut up," you admonish, squeezing your eyes shut as if that'll help drown out his words. "that's so gross."

"fuck yeah, it is." he grins, canines bared and ready to feast. he finally sinks to his knees, and his voice sounds far away but no less overwhelming. "wouldn't mind you doing it for real. wouldn't ever wanna eat anything without it, though." he drags your legs over his shoulders easily. he wastes no time in getting his mouth on you, licking a long stripe up your slit and groaning at the taste. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it. been starving for your pussy juice all fuckin' day."

"don't— don't say that." you pull on his hair, taking your embarrassment out on him, but the moan he belts out doesn't sound the slightest bit pained.

"eh, why not?" he sucks your clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it lightly enough to make you jerk in his hold. he lets go with a wet smack of his lips, waiting patiently for you to look at him. when he notes the haze in your eyes, the dew on your lashes and the crease in your brows, he grins. "don't wanna hear how I've been thinking about your angel cunt all day? jacked off so many fuckin' times as well—"

"shut up—" you cry, yanking his hair, but he only rolls his eyes back shamelessly.

"fuck yeah, sexy." he drags you to the edge of the counter and back onto his eager mouth. his tongue is hot, wet, everywhere all at once. "pull it harder," he goads. "make it hurt."

narrowly, you watch as one hand disappears below, followed by the sounds of clothes ruffling as he loosens his trousers. "gonna make me nut all over the fucking floor."

he slurps noisily, messily, but it's not enough to mask the grunts and wet clicks that track each stroke of his length. his arm is a blur to you as he pumps himself, and your fingers flex around his pink-tipped strands in an attempt to ground yourself to something that isn't the lewd slide of his tongue into your sopping hole. his free hand joins in now, and it's your eyes rolling back this time, whimpers trickling out you as he starts circling your clit.

you barely understand when he starts mumbling into your pussy, "how about i'll cook ya dinner and you clean up my cum, how's that sound? off my dick and off the floor— so fuckin' dirty, bet you'd do it, though, eh?" he isn't looking for an answer, continues flicking his tongue and pinching your swollen bud and fucking his own fist to your whines. "soaking my face so much, yeah, you would do it, wouldn't ya? you've been like this all day? been waitin' for me to come home and eat you out? put up a fight earlier for what?" he slaps your clit lightly, but it's enough to have you bucking up, gasping. "yeah, that's it. been wanting this sloppy cunt on my face all day."

another hit lets you hear just how soaked you are from all his spit and drool, from your own arousal. "listen to that, she's been missing me, huh? sweet thing's been pent-up and leaking for me all day, haven't ya?" he kisses your clit and all along your slit, unabashedly wetting his lips with your arousal. "i'm here, babygirl, gonna take care of ya, gonna give you everything you're dripping for."

he uses his entire hand to spread your arousal around. he drags the mess from your slit upwards, soaking the hairs on your pelvis and drying off on your thighs only to push his fingers into your aching hole and follow the slick trail with his tongue instead.

"you ready to cum, baby?" through half-lidded eyes you can make out the way he looks up at you, eyes dark but sparking wickedly. "gonna give me all your honey-sweet love juice?"

you shake your head, gritting your teeth and hating every word that leaves him. you hate how it has you leaking onto his tongue, the coil inside of you winding tight.

he sinks his teeth along your thighs, curls his fingers in your pussy, and screws his hand around his dick. it's too much. he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks; he slips a third finger in and crooks it just right—

"don't leave me hangin' now, sugarcunt," he calls out. "let me get a taste of ya, i'm so fuckin' hungry. thought you were gonna feed me, huh?"

—and you cum with a drawn-out cry of his name, and he drags your high out until it hurts for him to give you any more.

"there she goes, give me all that sweet angel nut, baby."

your head spins, body heavy yet weightless.

over the sounds of your stilted breaths, you hear him growling, wet schlicks following as he brings himself to his own release. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it— gonna bust a— all over. should've cum in your little cunt— do it, next— gonna cum— gonna fuckin'—" his body tenses up and you watch as his cum spurts out, staining your cupboards.

he'll definitely be cleaning that up himself.

"that's the good shit," he sighs, slowing down his strokes. "feels so much better blowin' my load after eating your cum first. might have to bottle you up," he laughs tiredly. he slumps over, resting his head on your knee, and you push back the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead.

"what's—" you pant, taking a deep breath in. his chest heaves, but he doesn't look half as affected as you; if anything, he looks ready to go for another round or two, already dotting kisses back up your thigh. "what the hell's honey love juice?"

"all this good shit." he beams, easily sinking two fingers into your pussy. when he pulls them back out, he shows off the creamy strands of your arousal proudly. "and it's honey-sweet love juice. not a fan?"

"god, no," you grumble, staring at the webs that hang between his fingers.

you grimace as he slips his fingers into his mouth, speaking around them, "tastes sweet as honey, though." your face scrunches up with distaste and he continues, "how about sugar squirt, then? or creamy sex slick? or droolin'—"

#what is the point of a bllk smut fic if it doesn't revolve around reader getting head #do i tag LMAOO #fuck it we ball shidou girlies deserve smn #bllk smut #blue lock smut #shidou smut #shidou ryusei smut #shido ryusei smut #shidou ryuusei smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #shidou x reader #shido x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #mine #mine.bllk

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juyeonszn · 2 months

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I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement.

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face.

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man.

So he agrees.

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan.

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you.

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible.

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing.

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay.

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I’ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time.

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun.

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you.

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up.

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately.

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely.

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick.

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday.

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early.

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense.

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit.

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?”

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority.

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now.

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?”

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses.

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move.

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair.

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

#deoboyznet #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae smut #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae smut #juyeonszn

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vrachis · 7 months

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ATTRACTION. (100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL.)

—synopsis : the countless times you’ve seen her in many other ways, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from coming back to her over and over again.

characters : yae miko x gn reader.

warnings ; breeding, desk sex, almost getting caught, size kink.

a/n : (omfg. u guys prolly read that one post abt me posting this but yeah, i decided to post it for once! im posting this at night w bad service, SO LOLLLL! dunno if its short or what but hope u guys eat this shi up tho LMAO)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

she could have never looked more pretty. you mean, she was always pretty. beautiful, stunning, and anything else positive used to describe her. she is simply, ethereal.

it’s no wonder that every time you lay your eyes upon her, all the air in your lungs seem to lessen. just because of the sight of a woman as such.

yae miko is someone who is incomparable to others, a woman out of another’s league. everything about her would lure you in, and maybe that was simply her intention.

from her looks to her personality, who wouldn’t fall prey to such charms?

well…

-… you just so happened to have done so.

at that point, you never knew who to blame. why?

well, it was your fault for falling for her schemes, that you’ve simply let yourself fall into her hands. and whatever you do, no matter what, you just seemed to keep going back to her.

as vexatious as it seems, it’s all the worth as long as you get something in return.

and here you thought you would be the only one coming back for more, but miko needed as much as you did.

she ached, and craved, any time she wanted. so as long as she knows she has you, she could never be more satisfied.

—

elicited mewls comes from the woman below you, and sounds of wood creaking violently flows along with the symphony of wet skin colliding with one another. when miko croaks out a gasp, her head falls against the wooden desk, the sheer sweat on her head cascading down to soak the oak.

as you keep a firm grip against her waist, your hips hammer in and out of her at a breakneck pace, your skin slapping against the fat of her ass. you let out a groan as you empty inside her once more, your seed spurting angrily into deep into her womb. you lean down to press a sloppy kiss to her cheek and sigh.

you let yourself finish inside her, and settle with slow thrusts. and as you slightly pull out, the mixture of both your fluids flow from her cunt, the erotic sight of it alone seeming to spur you on. it’s a sight you alone get to see every time you get with her, and you surely couldn’t feel more prideful enough at the thought of it.

“mm, you certainly have no end to your stamina, do you?” miko huffs. and of course she means that sarcastically, this woman loves how rough you can be.

you smirk gleefully. “of course, especially since you’re the one i’m doing.”

your response makes her chuckle weakly. “of course it is, what did i expect. it is me, after all.”

you two exchange a good laugh, until your eyes suddenly flash towards the door, where you see a roaming silhouette of one of the shrine maidens. miko seems to notice it as well, and she shushes you.

“l-lady yae, are you alright in there? i heard loud banging noises coming from here—“ the maiden worries.

“don’t worry about it. i-i’m just angry.” she shakes. “now leave if you don’t want to see things get dirty.”

you could’ve swore you almost let out a laugh on the spot. such a silly excuse, you thought. although… was your fucking not too rough for the maidens to not possibly hear her cries from outside? that couldn’t be possible, you thought. you wanted, no, needed everyone to know what exactly was going on in her office.

so as soon as the shadow of the now terrified maiden was gone, you could only press your weight down on the kitsune, your frame towering over hers as you lean down to nibble on her sensitive ear.

you knew miko could sense something was up from that action you just did. so you feel her squirm under you, her body still slightly shaking but seeming to push you off.

“now what? still rowdy enough to go?” she tests.

you could only hum low in response while you kept orally assaulting her ears, the fluffy parts of her seeming to twitch beneath your lips.

“why aren’t you answering me?” she grumbles. you could tell she was impatient by the time you felt her grinding against your crotch once more, evidently urging you to continue your sessions.

although you want to give it to her, you thought, giving her a little taste of her own medicine wouldn’t hurt, right?

“make sure you better be louder this time. i want them to know what exactly happens in here.”

your response seems to have given her a new wave of excitement, given the fact you feel her grinding getting more sensual, as if it has a mind of it’s own and starts to demand.

“and how exactly do you plan on doing that, mm?” she taunts. you place a finger under your chin, pretend posing as if you were to ponder. what a foolish question to ask, you thought. you thought she would’ve known by now, but it seems she just wants to hear it actually come from you.

but no, you’ve had enough expressing yourself. you’ve said enough words and done enough actions, what more so than to have her voice her needs out instead?

so you smirk, looking down mischievously at the kitsune.

“why don’t we settle for what you want? after all, you’re the one who seems to be aching for something.”

she scoffs at you unbelievably. “do you seriously want me to tell you what exactly i need? look here. you know just what i want, so give it to me. don’t make me say it.”

you sigh exasperatedly. “where’s the fun it that? after all, weren’t you the one aching for me to fuck you earlier? just beg this once, and all of this will continue.”

you hear her grit her teeth from below you, then an annoyed exhale. “fine. but you better stick to your words and listen carefully because i’m never letting you hear this again for the rest of how long you’ll live.”

you chuckle triumphantly. “hah. bring it on.”

#vrachis #kein’s fics.#dom! reader #sub genshin #sub yae miko #yae miko x reader #yae miko smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin yae miko #100 followers special fic.#it was postponed so much omfg sorry yall

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dearlyjun · 11 months

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— quiet for me 𖤐 choi yeonjun

summary: you and yeonjun sneak in a quick fuck in the dorms while (most of) the guys are out.

pairing: boyfriend!/idol!yeonjun & reader

genre: smut!! (18+ readers only pls)

word count: 951

warnings: lots of kissing, unprotected sex, reader is on birth control, nipple play, biting/nibbling, fingering, cumshot. (think that is all)

authors note: welcome, welcome! my first ever txt smut writing! I’m a new writer for txt (I am a seasoned bts writer) so please be nice. I thought it would be fitting to make my first post my yeonjunie. anywayzzz I hope u enjoy.

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“Be quiet for me.” Yeonjun’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Can you do that?”

You bit down onto your bottom lip, nodding in response. Most of the guys were out for the night, all except for Soobin. He was down the hallway, most likely in his room gaming or reading. You and Yeonjun both tried not to have sex in the dorms, especially not when any of the other guys were around. But unfortunately, that didn’t always go as planned.

“Good girl.” Yeonjun smirked at you, looking down at your body as he hovered over you. You were wearing one of his t shirts, and now it was hiked up to expose your naked body to him.

“Jun.” You called out to him, pulling his tank top up and over his head. He leaned down to kiss you; his dainty gold chain necklace swinging.

You moaned against his mouth, your hands moving to comb your fingers through his dark hair. The fact that it was growing longer was not lost on you; you loved long hair on Yeonjun.

Yeonjun began kissing along your jaw, one of his hands lightly touching your waist and moving towards your ruined panties that you still had on.

“Jun.” You quietly moaned when he brushed his fingertips over your covered core; already so sensitive.

“Yes, I’m right here.” Yeonjun’s voice was low, muffled by your skin.

He pulled the fabric of your panties away from your cunt; the sudden cold air startling a little bit.

Yeonjun swore under his breath when his fingers met your swollen clit, and you opened your legs more; wanting to feel more of him.

While Yeonjun’s middle and ring finger dipped between your folds, you felt his warm mouth around your left nipple; sucking and biting as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

You let out a rather loud moan that you probably shouldn’t have, making Yeonjun shush you as he started finger fucking you harder. Now it was extremely difficult to be quiet.

Yeonjun was leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over your chest as he was making a mess between your legs, the noise obscene.

“Jun. I need you to fuck me.” You whined. “Please I can’t wait any more.” Your fingers were in his hair and now you were practically yanking on him.

“Okay, okay.” Yeonjun sat up slightly and yanked off your panties, throwing them onto the floor of his room. He pulled down his sweatpants, along with his underwear, and you let out a whine when you saw how hard he was.

“Please, please.” You didn’t realize you were pulling on him, as if he could get any closer to you.

“Yes, yes.” Yeonjun smirked at you, his hair falling in his face. You opened your legs more and felt him align himself with your entrance; you sucked in a breath.

The tinge of pain made you whine, and Yeonjun’s head dropped as he tried not to be loud.

“Oh my god.” He muttered under his breath when he bottomed out inside of you. “You feel so good.”

You on the other hand could barely form a sentence. Instead, you nodded, combing your fingers through Yeonjun’s hair at the nape of his neck.

He was thrusting slowly, but deep; making your brain short circuit. You felt Yeonjun’s cockhead brush against your g-spot; making your body shudder.

Suddenly, Yeonjun froze. You didn’t quite process what was going on until you heard movement out in the hallway. You guessed it to be Soobin coming out of his room to take a shower.

You took a deep breath, the fact that Yeonjun’s cock was plunged inside of you to the hilt was not lost on you. If for some reason Soobin came in here, this would be awkward.

You heard the water turn on, and that was all clear. Now you knew Soobin couldn’t hear you both.

Without warning, Yeonjun started to fuck into you faster.

“Fucking finally.” Yeonjun grunted, grabbing hold of your hips to steady you. “Let me hear you, pretty baby.”

“Fuck! Your cock, Jun.” You whined, practically having to hold onto him at this point.

“Mhm. Tell me.”

You really hoped Soobin couldn’t hear any of this. Yeonjun really did have you doing the most obscene things when in the moment, and now probably wasn’t the best time to scream about how great his band mates dick was.

You only let out a whine, arching your back off Yeonjun’s bed. You were dangerously close to an orgasm, and Yeonjun was hardly slowing down.

Your arousal was making a mess out of your inner thighs, making the sloppiest noises every time Yeonjun thrusted into your cunt.

“Fuck.” He moaned. “You drive me insane. Making a mess out of my bed sheets.”

You didn’t even give him any warning before your orgasm hit you. You clutched onto his forearms as his thrusts didn’t stop. You felt like you were shaking beneath him, which you probably were.

“Fuck, Jun.” You moaned, still in a post orgasmic daze. “Cum in me, I wanna feel you.”

“You sure?” He leaned down and placed soft kisses on your lips and around your mouth, asking so politely even though he knew you were on birth control.

You nodded. “Please.”

You gasped when you felt him release himself inside of you, slowly continuing thrusting into you to try and not make a mess; he’d probably fail anyways. You whined due to the overstimulation, and he pulled out; both of you panting before realizing the shower was still running just down the hall.

“Fuck, thank god for Soobin and his stupid long showers.”

#choi yeonjun smut #yeonjun smut #txt smut #tomorrow x together smut #choi yeonjun x reader

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privitivium · 1 month

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i love your fics so much your page is the first thing i check when i get on tumblr 😭 can i request a really soft dom top denji with a very whiny sub bot reader?

thanks,,, teehee,,,

soft domtop denji x whiny subbot reader,,,,

both amab, cw:: light teasing, no mentions of makima ruining lives.

you just missed him so much today... s'all... nothing too bad... and now, in the comfort of his, your lovers room while he was in the bathroom after teasing you. you lay, squirming on his messily made bed with a prick uncomfortably pressing against the fabric of your pantsㅡyou mewl his name lowly;; "denjiii..." writhing against the bed - desperately, "n-need you... denjii.." your voice dropping to a mere whisper and giving into your baser urges... trailing your fingertips down your navel and ever so softly grazing along your uncomfortably clothed prickㅡhe was just taking a moment to clean himself up,,, unwilling to put his dick anywhere near you without being thoroughly wiped down-! n there he was... screaming he wasnt into dudes but making sure hes clean enough to stick his dick anywhere near his beloved lil bf,,,,,

exiting the bathroom hurriedly and ,,, immediately hovering over you; plucking your hand away from touching yourself with a frown - causing you to hiss in disatisfaction. he gently caresses it himself, grinning smugly as he settles over you, straddling you-! "denji." you grumble in a mild warning, feeling itchy wet spot beginning to form from your dick being so compressed in your fucking pants...

"s'okay, c'mon..." he was so thoughtful... helping to pull your shirt over your head - grinning wildly; similar to a puppydogs' eagerness as he throws the shirt off to the side, to the floor... the devilman huffing, breathless in mere marvel before lurching forward and burrowing his face in the crook of your now bare neck; lean frame pressed against yours and - nipping softly and gently at the flesh of your neck. "denji." you drone out; you also... merely liked saying his name... something he got used to - and now adores. grinning so widely, a little sly...

ㅡ"haah? what's that?" he grumbles, hands roaming along your torso-

ㅡ"please..." you complain pitifully, leaning away from his teeth and opting to shove your face into his neck - taking a chance to nibble while you still had it before he was groaning that he wanted to taste you again... n he calls u whiny..?? "j-just ... missed you so much... today." you seemed a little shy admitting - something that made denji's cheeks darken, your thighs squeezing together and prick pleading to be released from the confines of your clothes - denji doubts that you missed him as much as he missed you... having to jerk off a couple of times in the bathroom during the day just because you plagued his mind too much - now he gets to be in the comfort of his whiny lil boyfriends arms... and innards... or maybe you did! maybe you one-upped him by jerking off to him more than he did you-!

"yeah? ... i missed you too, alot... but, please uh, what?" he hums, playing stupid as per usual - teeth nipping at a particularly sensitive part of your neck and you whimper; flinching underneath him before he had you sprawled out - underneath his toned body,,

admittedly, so prettily naked along his awesomely huge bed... "c'monnn... gotta use your words, heheh..." denji,,, please.m,,, he rubs his rough, yet gentle hand against your weeping prick, humming softly in content - "jeez... n' i'm not even to this point yet... i think thats a record..." swirling his thumb around your fleshy tip in wonder - just so similar to his own, admiring the different textures-

ㅡ"s-stop it... d-dont... i want you inside already... please, denji..." you stress, jaw clenching and avoiding eye contact - were you embarrassed to cum on your own boyfriend who has a knack for cumming like a virgin?? denji snickers, face blooming an even darker shade of red and palming himself at the sight of you,,, "of course, of course, m' sorry..." voice grumbly n so quick to help you finger yourself - lubing you up properly before he has the nerve to stick his dick in you,, "y-yes... nnh - please-"

"ssnngh.. f-ffu-uck..." so vocal for him,,, he cant help but be all giddy and snap his hips forward - completely filling you up and nearly making you choke in surprise... setting a steady pace; before you were whining n whimpering at him to go faster,,, eyes drawn to the source of light - and turning away from the sliding doors that led to the balcony and covering your eyes with your arm with a soft whimper of mild embarrassment even though no one could see in through the doorsㅡ

denji snickers lowly, huffing as he reaches out and slowly guides your arm away from your faceㅡ"don't you want everyone to see that you're the babe chainsaw man comes home to?" he teases, leaning over and bumping his nose against yours in a lovely form of affection while balls deep - you, working back into him. truly, 100 percent given from each partner... "noooo-!! q-quit it..." weakly hitting at his arm before you were fumbling to hold his hands,,, romantic.

#csm =͟͟͞͞★#denji x male reader.....#denji x male reader #csm x male reader #bottom male reader #sub male reader

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noyasmashing · 14 days

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I LOVE YOUR FICS OMGGGG 😭😭

could u write like kageyama where he has like a high prestige (??) especially when he's being sub on the bed, he wouldn't let out his moan but finally being such a loud and whiny baby when u flick his nipples with ur tongue and play with his sensitive member 😭😭😭

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😓

ALSO!! I know my writing keeps switching from past to present tense-it’s a bad habit i’ve had but i’m too lazy to fix it, plz just ignore

CW: Dom reader, nipple play, gn!reader, some crying, hand job, a bit of marking of you squint

Tobio was quietly slumped in the corner of the sofa, nestled comfortably between the cushions. His gaze was fixed on you, as you were completely engrossed in the movie playing on the screen. The tension in the room was intense, and you could sense his longing for your attention.

As an advertisement briefly interrupted the film, you glanced over at him. His face contorted into a pouty expression, clearly communicating his feelings without saying a word. The sight almost made you laugh, but you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

You pushed yourself up from your spot at the opposite end of the sofa and made your way towards him. "Tobioo," you coo’d softly, causing him to nibble on the inside of his cheek. For the first time since the movie started, he looked away from you.

"W-what?" he stuttered, sounding slightly annoyed at your attempt to engage with him despite his obvious staring.

"You're hard," you purred, draping one leg over his lap, you settled yourself on top of him. He didn't meet your gaze, but he nodded silently, looking down at his fidgety hands.

You used your palms to steady yourself on his shoulders, dipping down to his level, until your eyes finally met. You closed the gap with a controlled kiss that quickly turned messy as Tobio greedily took in your tongue. Sweaty hands clasped at your shirt desperately, his needy reaction giving away everything he was feeling in that moment.

Pulling away gingerly, your hands clinged at the hem of his shirt, while his pants for air fanned your neck. "Can I take this off?"

A breathy "yes" escaped him. You could feel his needy erection pressing against you through his pants. But he would have to wait a little longer.

You lifted his cotton shirt up, over his head, unintentionally ruffling up his hair in the cutest way. But what was even cuter was his perky pink nipples that made you grin. Noticing your expression, he shrunk under your intense gaze, not wanting to admit the effect you had on his body.

Tobio couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Your tongue teased his collarbone, tracing a path of tantalizing warmth against his pale flesh. Simultaneously, your hand skillfully worked to free his erection from the confines of his underwear, eliciting a shiver of anticipation from him.

Drawing your teasing mouth away from his sensitive skin, you took a moment to prepare, spitting into your hand to use as lube. The sight made Tobio's breath hitch, an embarrassing whine escaping him. He reached out to put a hand on his mouth to stifle any sounds that threatened to escape, but you quickly snatched his hand away, ensuring he couldn't silence himself.

“Do I need to tie your hands up again?” You questioned harshly, your thumb teasing his slit that was dripping with pre-cum. The intensity of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, “no please, ‘m sorry!” pleading not to face the humiliation of being bound by harsh ropes.

You hummed content with his response, tongue pressing firmly against one of his cute nipples. He wanted to try to stop you, but the pleasure was too much to care, causing his mouth to go all slack, eyes helplessly rolling back, with a needy whine.

Restraining himself from thrusting into your hand, he struggled with the unfamiliar sensation of being touched in such an intimate area. As you continued to suck and bite lightly, his back arched, granting you better access to his sensitive nipples.

“Your nipples are so cute! You look so pretty like this!” You enthusiastically praised rolling one between your index and your thumb, his eyelashes fluttered, tips of his ears flushed with heat, his thighs quivering as moans spilled from his parted lips.

He hated how much he loved your words, he wanted to be pretty for you. All he could do to respond was let out the loudest, prettiest, “Ahh- nghh!” He had completely lost himself in the moment when your wrist twisting back and forth as you focus on his red tip.

That, combined with the biting at sucking from your mouth, not to mention your free hand teasing his chest, occasionally running over his hard nipple, was too much for him.

"[N-name], please I-I... it's- gonna cum!" he rambled, his hips involuntarily buckling into your firm palm. The desperation in his voice was palpable as his member throbbed and twitched with the need for release. With skilled hands, you focused on his sensitive tip, eliciting pretty whimpers from him. “Did I say you could cum?” You asked harshly dragging your mouth away from his chest.

He let out a pitiful cry, tears threatening to fall from his long lashes. His most pretty tactic to get some of your compassion.

“Ah, n-no, no you didn’t-fuck fuck fuck!”

"You know what I want to hear," You sing, running your finger up and down his weeping cock. He stops his eyes from rolling back, but his head fell back onto the couch as he let out a pained sob.

“Nghhh, can I cum please? I wanna so bad, it hurts, please [name], please.” He shamelessly begs, his prestige melting away from the intense pleasure you placed under him.

You nodded with smile at his words, “Cum for me, my good boy,” You encouraged, and with that thick white ropes of cum coated his tummy. His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, instinctively attempting to close his thighs, but you held him in place. The intimacy of the moment hung heavy in the air, the aftermath of pleasure leaving Tobio vulnerable and undone under your touch.

This time, it was him to speak up, “uh—can you do…do that again.”

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kooberryfields4ever · 4 months

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CLOSER (TO YOU)

small jungkook bang bang sex time as my first official non-nsfw-alphabet post teehee………. i miss this man soooo bad guys it’s close to killing me😭😭😭😭 i was looping closer to you on the train when i thought this up bc the song just ignited something heady and hot and fast in my brain nd i needed to get it down!!!!!!!!! i hope u all enjoy……. i’m also working on sfw/longer fics so bare with me through the seemingly unending nsfw while i do😭😭

i really recommend listening to closer to you while you read to properly discern the DESPERATIONNNN behind this fic

wc: 1402

content warnings : smut below the cut, pwp, cunnilingus, piv sex, creampie, no dialogue!

MDNI !

You and Jungkook are fighting to release each other’s lips as you fumble your way through the front door. He kicks it shut, pressing you firmly against the wood as his hands find purchase at your waist, gripping tightly. He’s straining against his trousers, like the way you can feel your panties dampening under your silk dress. He’s licking expertly licking into your mouth, hungrily, suckling on your tongue and drawing moans out of you. You pull away to breathe a little, giggling with your head thrown back against the door at both of your determination. Jungkook chuckles in suit, attaching his lips to your neck sweetly as you expose your neck to him. His fingers dig further into your skin when he presses his hips into you - you gasp at the feeling of his hardening length pressing into your pelvis. His kisses are slow as he trails them up and down from your jaw to your collar; he nibbles gently, hand sliding up to caress the side of your tit. You sigh. Jungkook pulls back for a second, eyes on your body as both of his hands dance slowly down the length of your dress, scrunching it up to reveal your heat to him, slowly. He observes you, a dark glint in his eye as your chest heaves with desire. You watch as he sinks to the floor, his eyes boring holes into your skin.

The moan that leaves your throat is crude as Jungkook attaches his lips to your clothed cunt, tongue running along the folds. You clench your eyes shut when he pushes his nose into you, goosebumps raising on your skin when it presses against your clit. He holds the length of your dress up against your hip, nuzzling into your pussy like a man starved, and you throw your leg up and over his shoulder when he taps your thigh. You can barely see him, his face covered by the red silk of your dress, but you can feel when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and drag them down slowly. He’s quick to dive back in when your pussy his finally exposed to him, his ministrations fast and desperate as he licks into your cunt with the same fervour he had when kissing you. Your hands fly to grip his scalp, bucking into him as your panties slide further down and he takes it into his own hands to pull them off you completely. His hands slide up from your calf to your thigh, before joining his mouth at your entrance. He plunges his middle finger in deep, to the knuckle, curling it against the spongy walls of your insides with precision. The noises he’s making are dirty, wet in way you can’t describe. He sucks expertly at your clit, finger pushing in and out repeatedly as you cream around him.

When a second finger slides into you, you feel your body curl into itself, your grip on his scalp tightening. Jungkook hisses, taking the stinging pain in stride as he continues mouth-fucking you. He pumps his fingers as deep as they can go, brushing against your g-spot almost teasingly, drawing moan after moan from your lips. You can feel your resolve beginning to break, the band holding you from climax bending aggressively before snapping, sending you hurling into an orgasm. Your walls pulse around Jungkook’s fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing and licking at your folds and clit while you come down. When you begin to twitch from overstimulation, he finally pulls out, standing up to loom back over you before taking his fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks your essence from his knuckles gently, his free hand moving back to your hip to press himself against you once again. You close your eyes, the bulge of his hardened member pressing into you erotically. You can barely move.

It's unsurprising when Jungkook picks you up in your daze, swinging you over his shoulder unceremoniously as he carries you to his bedroom. The passion from before still lingers when he throws you down as gently as he can, crawling over you. His mouth finds yours once again, reigniting the flame within your belly as you moan into his mouth. He smirks. Your hands fumble at his belt, parting from him as you desperately work against the buckle and his zip. He shoves them down, alongside his underwear, and shrugs them off, resuming his position over you to press his lips against yours. His dick presses against your thigh. He’s gentler with your clothes, fingers tucking under the thin bands of your dress delicately, letting them fall off your shoulder as he presses kiss after kiss onto your mouth. He leans back from you for only a second to grip at the hem and pull the fabric over your head, exposing you to him finally. He sighs happily. He seems unable to detach himself from your lips, diving back in to taste you hungrily, yet tenderly. You gasp when his finger finds your bra strap, pinging it against your skin with a breathy chuckle, urging you to sit up a little while his hands unclasp it from the back. He sits back this time, keen to watch as you slide the bra off your chest slowly, your breasts drooping from the cups. He watches for a short while, his eyes darting between your tits, watching your nipples grow impossibly harder from the chill in the air as they’re exposed.

You lay back. He tilts his head a little, still sat up as he reaches down to take one of your breasts in his large hand, thumb rolling over your nipple tenderly. His touch is achingly slow, finger joining his thumb to pinch you, and you sigh. He finally knocks himself out of his trance when he feels his dick twitch, and watches you observe before leaning back over you to kiss you once again. You clench around nothing when his length presses against your skin again, moaning as he grabs it and jabs his tip into your clit teasingly. He allows himself to thrust between your dripping folds a few times, lubing himself up before aligning himself with your entrance and pushing in, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His thrusts are immediately desperate, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he drives into you quickly. Your hands fly around the back of his head, pressing him into your shoulder as you both moan. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, fingers sure to bruise as he pounds himself into you, unrelenting when you clench and groan and scratch at his back. He presses a chaste kiss to your collar, hands dropping to your thighs to help lift your hips ever so slightly off to bed to push himself even deeper. Your eyes widen, his tip prodding at your cervix deliciously with every thrust.

When his breathing becomes heavier against your skin, you can tell he’s close. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously. Jungkook practically growls when he feels you tighten around him, your walls pushing him out as your climax nears. He lifts his head up from your shoulder, eyes dark with desire when he fixes his gaze on you and dives into your lips for a final time. You kiss him back with equal fervour, fingers dancing expertly across your nub as Jungkook pile-drives into your pussy. His free hand comes up to play desperately with your tit, squeezing the flesh and rolling his palm against your hardened nipple. It’s enough to send you over the edge once more, your breath hitching against his unstopping lips as your cunt clenches tightly around him over and over. He presses his forehead against yours, lifting your hip even higher with a grunt as his hips stutter. His eyes search yours desperately, brows furrowed when he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a shaky breath, cum flooding your womb as he makes short thrusts at your cervix. He swallows, and you watch him carefully as he lets go of your thigh, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

You can feel his cum dribble pathetically out of your entrance, his loud snores permeating through the air. You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and nestling into his chest. Cleaning up can come later.

a/n 🗒️ tysm for reading !!!!!! all ur support n likes n reblogs mean the world to me🥺 pls dont be shy to send me asks/requests if u want i am completely open to anything even if u just wanna talk !!!!

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