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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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Can you do league of villain in a frat boy au where Dabi loses a bet and Shigaraki tells him that a night with you (Dabi’s cute little girlfriend) is what he wants in return

Shigaraki Tomura

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, drugging, mean Shiggy, none of reader's holes are safe...

fem reader

You weren’t too sure about dating Touya – or Dabi, as the rest of his shady friends call him – but you’d be lying if you said his wayward bad-boy persona didn’t stir up all those girly fantasies you’d spun ever since your first sexual awakening.

He stole you with those eyes of his – stove-top blue and narrowed at you with long mothlike lashes. That being said, you wished he wouldn’t drag you along for parties such as this.

You didn’t know anyone and didn’t want to either.

You tried speaking to the girl who seemed to be around your age, but the yellow of her eyes made you feel preyed on to the point that you went as far as flinching the moment she opened her mouth and showed you her fangs.

And Touya wasn’t paying you any attention either – lounging on the couch alongside a guy who seemed even more troubled. Cuts and cracks on his dry skin, wearing a dirty black hoodie ringed with dandruff you could spot from halfway across the room – messy silver curls escaping where he had it pulled over his head, casting shade over his beady red eyes – one with an old cut drawn over it.

They looked quite the menacing pair in the dark corner – two guys you’d never dare approach hadn’t you known Touya to be rather soft on the inside. Who knew, maybe the silver-haired one was the same – just a scared little boy with daddy issues?

Coming closer, you noticed they were arguing about something – though quietly, you understood that much with how sour Touya looked when you sat down beside him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You asked softly, tangling your fingers gently within his while pouting up at him. “You want to leave?” You were only slightly ashamed to plant the idea – knowing you were asking out of your own selfish wishes to go home.

“Tch- He wants his girl to loosen up and drink something.” The friend in the other sofa nook scoffed, sliding you a red plastic cup with something brown and bubbly swirling inside it.

You looked at him and then at Touya, who didn’t do anything but give a lousy shrug.

Rather bored, you looked back at the offer and slipped your hand out of the staples and leather – reaching over the coffee table separating you from the red-eyed shut-in, you accepted what he held out for you to take and took a look within the flimsy cup – nose wrinkling at the smell, knowing it was just beer but feeling dejected either way.

“How ‘bout a game?” He asked then.

“Nah,” Dabi answered, even though the question was posed to you.

“Oh- come on~ it’s rude to reject the host.” He argued back in a drawl, his voice scratchy, even more so than Dabi’s smoke-rotten one – his eyes still directed towards you. “I promise you a fun time. What do you say, sweet pea?”

Your eyes shifted between Touya and the other boy. But your boyfriend wasn’t paying you much attention anyway – so you decided, why not?

“What kind of game?”

The one who'd asked snickered then. “Not a game you’ve played before, that’s for sure... but don’t be scared- Dabi here’ll help you out. You can be a team if it gets too hard for yah.” He had a condescending grin stretched across his face.

You felt an inch of regret at the sight of it, though it was paired with a contrasting will to prove him wrong.

Your pride defeated your regret. “That won’t be necessary.”

He visibly found your little act of confidence amusing, giving another dry chuckle before explaining. “In this game, losers can choose to take a drink or take something off.”

“Shig-” Dabi interjected lousily from the sidelines.

But he’s cut off. “What? It’s a party. Let goody-two-shoes make some mistakes-”

“How do you play?” You interrupt the squabble. After all, you weren’t some little girl. You’re fully capable of making your own decisions.

“See, patchface? She’s in.” The boy grinned again – his red eyes going from being narrowed at your boyfriend to looking giddy back at you – starting to explain. “It’s a game where we’ll get to know each other better. Taking turns asking each other questions.”

Your brows furrow. “How can you lose in a game like that?”

Again, his grin widens. “What? Never been asked a question you couldn’t answer?”

You think. “Like in class?”

The grin couldn’t widen anymore, so it split instead and turned into a dry cackle. “Fuckin’ hell, Dabi- where’d you find this one?”

Touya doesn’t answer. He seems angry about something. But it isn’t unusual behavior from the moody raven head.

Either way, the other boy doesn’t seem to mind – offering another chuckle before continuing. “How ‘bout I start asking the questions- since bleach-boy here doesn’t wanna play anyway?”

You’re still a little confused about how it’s all supposed to work, but you figure you’ll understand once he begins. “Ok…”

He licked his cracked lips at that, making you wonder if maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all...

“How many times have you given poor patchwork a taste?”

You go flushed, blurting out a weak-voiced “What?” with eyes wide, looking back at him as though half-expecting him to tell you he was just joking.

But it never came. Instead, he says, “You heard me.”

A few seconds pass while you process the premiss of the game, now understanding what he’d meant by questions you can’t answer.

You look down into your cup, swirling the brown liquid around in it before bringing it up to your lips and taking a swig.

“Tch- drinking already?” He scoffed. “Looks like I’mma win this easy.”

Your face scrunches at the taste on your tongue, but then you swallow. Setting your cup down while wiping your lips with your sleeve. “My turn?”

“No, you drink until you get the courage to answer my questions, then you get your turn.” He reveals, and a sigh leaves you while waiting for the next question, hoping it wouldn’t be as intrusive as the former.

But of course, it wouldn’t be a game otherwise.

“Was he your first?” The question rolls off his tongue lazily – his eyes gleaming knowingly. Offering a gleeful sneer once seeing you bring the cup back to your lips. Asking you another question while you chug it down. “You with him to piss Daddy off?”

“No.” You bark, putting your cup down with a bang – now glaring at him.

He leans further forward, staring vividly back at you. “Don’t lie.”

You don’t back down, narrowing your eyes at him in return. “I'm not lying.”

He cocks his head. “No? Why you’ with him then? Good girl like you? Don’t make much sense from where I'm sitting. Oh wait- I get it. He’s your little pet project, isn’t he? You wanna save him? Tutoring him at school, keeping his dick wet on the side.”

Your nails curl into your thighs and the cup in your other hand crackles from your tightening grip on it. Seething through your nose with a scowl on your face while listening to him.

He leans back against the sofa, nodding his cup at you. “Drink or take your top off.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “I’m with him ‘cause Touya’s a nice guy who fucks me good when I ask him to.”

You spot your boyfriend's head rising at your words, having been scrolling through his phone – now suddenly interested as though what you’d just said was something you shouldn’t have. Maybe he was embarrassed in front of his friend, but the way you saw it – this friend was not someone with an opinion to value.

“My turn?” You ask sharply but don’t bother waiting for an answer. “Where’d you get that scar? D’your Daddy give it to you?”

You spot his red eye twitch just a bit and take it as a victory. A smile tugging at the corner of your frown.

There’s a standstill for a small moment. But then he scoffs out a dry chuckle, this one a touch more strained than before. “Three sips, and she’s got bigger balls than you, patchwork.” His eyes don’t leave you while he says it, still staring.

You return it with a similar look, but not quite – his was more curious, whilst yours was just deathly.

“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just a skin condition.”

You give a snort of disbelief at that. “Now, who’s lying?”

“My old man’s a piece of shit, but he didn’t raise a liar. And if he ever left a scar, it wouldn’t be a scratch as small as this.” He bites back. “My turn. You like it rough?”

You almost look at Touya, wanting to give him a look as though to tell him to get off his ass and beat the crap out of this disrespectful shit-eating asshole. But you think better of it. This is your fight, and Touya had already warned you not to play.

So you drink.

“You ever let him get at it from behind?” He pushes on.

And again, you drink.

“Does he suck on your tits and call you mommy?”

That’s it. “Shut up!” You bark, standing up in a flurry, wanting to leap over the table to strangle him – but as soon as you’re on your feet, you feel a sudden burden take your head.

“Wow- hey- you good?” Touya stands next to you, keeping you up by your arm – having saved you from barreling over.

He looks fuzzy in your eyes – blurry and in multiples – between three and five – you can’t count it.

“A’ight, come here- you’ve just had a bit too much to drink-” Even his voice is hard to place, a muddled echo so far away yet inside your head all at the same time. “Let's lie down- and you can sleep it off...”

You feel groggy, or… you can’t really feel anything at all, and the feeling in itself reminds you of sleep – no, it’s heavier than that – feverish – reminding you of the type of exhaustion that forces you to fall asleep.

“Take me home…” You whine drowsily, curling the fabric of his hoodie in a fist while leaning on him for support – head soon too heavy to hold on your own, so you rest it against his chest.

You think you hear him give you an “Okay,” followed by the distant feeling of your feet being swept from the floor before the pressure of whatever clouding your mind finally snuffs you out.

You don’t know how much time passes before you feel yourself again – slowly waking.

You hear sounds – voices, you think – but they’re muddled, and for a while, you think they come from behind the walls. But after some time, you eventually realize they’re inside the room with you.

“Not yet. She isn’t ready.” One of the voices says.

“It’s not like she’ll feel anything.” Another argues.

“She’ll feel it in the morning.” The first insists.

You think you recognize his voice.

“Fuck that- you do it if it’s so important to you.” The other finalizes.

Someone’s touching you, you slowly realize – but any reaction after the understanding never comes.

Both of them are touching you, you register – but still, any thoughts you have around the discovery are still left undecided.

You think you’re naked. But your skin is so numb they might as well be touching you through several layers of cotton. But no, you think something’s inside you.

You’re able to blink your eyes open after a minute or more – it’s still hard to tell. You look down or forward – either way, over and passed the cleft of your tits – between your legs.

There’s a nest of black hair there, bobbing up and down.

You recognize his tongue piercing, lapping over your clit while his lanky fingers scissor your gummy insides in those soft spots he’d taught you about.

You grasp it more once you place it, moaning at the feeling. “Touya~”

His blue eyes look up at the sound of his name. There’s a look in them you’ve never seen before. If you’d seen it on anyone else, you’d say it looked anxious. But this was Dabi, and you don’t think the feeling could ever register with him.

“Fuck- she didn't drink everything…” He mumbles beneath his breath.

But not to you, it would seem.

There’s movement next to you, something or someone. Your eyes won’t focus enough to see what or who it is. It’s too dark anyway.

“Touya, what’s-”

It picks up your arm. It – being a dark figure. You think it has long hair. Its hands are cold.

It drops your arm again, and then it talks. “Doesn't matter. Looks like the drug did its job anyway- she’s just gonna be awake for the fun.”

The panic is beginning to brew now – though slowly – you’re still confused, still too numb to really understand what’s going on or even care to try and figure it out.

The figure shuffles. Its knee dips into the mattress you’re on.

“You can piss off now.” It says.

Then you feel it crawl on top of you.

You’re scared now. Struggling for air that seems to come all too slowly, only barely enough to satiate the growing need in your chest.

The words are starting to make sense, dawning on you like a crash, when the slight inkling of what’s happening festers in your mind, making you rigid all over.

Then, the warmth of Touya disappears, and you're left to feel both panicked and cold and desperately hopelessly alone.

“No, please, Touya- don't go- don't leave me-” You beg in a weak-voiced moan.

You tried to make it louder, but nothing within you seemed to have the strength. It was a struggle to even make the words at all.

“Forget about him. He can't help you.” Whatever on top of you dismisses, accompanied by its gritty fingers taking a pinching hold around your jaw, digging its fingernails into the chub of your cheeks, and directing you to look up, only for you to see those awful beady red eyes you’d been dreading. “Focus on me, sugar-tits.”

You whine. Sobbing out a last undiscernible outcry for Touya, but you fear he’s already left the room.

Either way, the sight of your pretty eyes quickly welling with tears, soon pouring down in thick streams, makes that dreadful smile above you only crease wider.

He lifts your thighs, draping them atop his own, spreading them on either side of his hips while he sags over you – his breath on your cheek as the ghosting feel of his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Promise~ you’ve never been fucked like this before~” He huffed with a lick, followed shortly by the crisp and sharp sounds of metal unbuckling.

“Stop- don’t-” You whimper out between mushed lips, but it’s swallowed by an unwanted kiss.

It’s wet – tongue first, then teeth, then words. “Dabi has this disillusion that you’re too soft to handle anything…” His kisses don’t stop – sucking your lip between his before smacking off to continue the thought. “But I knew it from the moment I saw you...”

Something heavy and warm flopped out onto your stomach, then drew back to rub against the soft chub of your pussy. Touya had left you swollen and wet, and the guy he’d left you with was reaping all that had been sown – smacking the spine of what you sobbed to know was his erect shaft right in the wet of your messy slit with a chilling squelch.

“You need it rough, don't you, little slut?” He finished off, running the fat bulge of his cockhead between your pussylips until it caught your pretty coin-sized hole – pushing in without another spared second.

You gave a louder whine – thighs tensing, wanting to shut but kept apart by his hips thrusting forward until kneading into your plush underside.

“Oh, you don't like that? Don't like being called slut?” He babied with a grunt. “Or don’t like getting raw cock?”

Snickering under his breath, he gave another nudge as he bottomed out even deeper, bullying into that very intimate and vulnerable spot that made your entire body curl – rigid from the sting of feeling his entire shaft nestled within you, squeezing it tight for purchase with toes curling in the air.

He groaned at the grip, staying stored up to the hilt within you for a long moment – savoring the feel.

“Tch- your cunt, swallowing me all tight and wet- tells me different- bratty fuckin’ slut. I fuckin’ knew it-”

You held your breath, letting it slip when he dragged out – beginning to sob from the pain once he started pounding.

He still held your face – now locking his palm over your lips instead, keeping your cries muffled while his face dipped down to your neck – sucking new bruises atop the old ones given to you by Dabi.

“Tch- fucker gave me a condom. What a fuckin’ pussy-” He laughed hotly, strained as he shoved himself inside your choke-hole, which slowly surrendered to his size – stuffed so air-tight, slick escaped and smeared your thighs with a glossy sheen, running in slim lines down your ass. “Guess this cunt’s never gotten a real taste.”

He pushed himself so much deeper than Touya had ever done – greedily pounding his tip in all the way – making it feel as though he was trying to break into your womb – forcing your body to arch off the bed, tensing and throttling him tight – squealing your throat raw into his salty palm with hot tears now streaming thick down your face.

His other hand was squeezing your tit just as greedily, sinking his blunt nails into the soft fat, leaving dents in the flesh.

“Lucky you, gettin’ your first creampie.” He hissed, giving your nipple one last pull before motioning down to the plush of your stomach, pushing down until he could feel where his head was ramming into you. “Don't worry, Sweet-tits, I’ll dump all of it deep inside you so you can feel it right here in your belly.”

His tongue was fat and flat, slurping your neck with eager growls while you kept your eyes squeezed shut, wanting to disappear – wishing Touya to come back – even if to tell you it was all some joke – that it was somehow not real. It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real. It can’t be real.

But it is.

And you know it for certain once you feel the first spurt of that ruining warmth fill you.

His hips stagger against the underside of your thighs – cock sleaved to the base with the pudge of his balls nudged sweetly against your taint – clamping up, squeezing them free of jizz as he dumped it all into the deepest coziest part of you – releasing a throaty groan right at your ear all the way up until the very last drop pilled out and into you.

“Heh- milk’t it all,” He breathed with a short laugh a minute later. “I knew you were a dirty slut.”

His hand dragged off your mouth, only to stuff two digits inside it, pushing your tongue down while releasing a fat drop of spit down your throat.

“A mommy-boy like Dabi wouldn’t know the first thing of what to do with a snooty brat like you...” He says, rubbing slow and steady circles into that stuffed place of your belly – knowing he'd just painted it white. He stayed inside you until his cock hardened again. “You’re better off being my cumrag~ I’ll teach all these holes how to take cock- next up is your tight little ass-”

The drug wanes after a few hours, but you’re slicked in flakey cum from your forehead all the way down to your toes and too exhausted to move much more than a finger. You feel it trickle out from both your holes – mouth sticky with it.

“That’s a pretty slut~ lie in it like the filthy cum-whore you are. You earned it.”

You can only croon in response. Head muddy, eyes glazed.

“Say cheese, slut.”

There’s a flash.

“Bet Dabi won’t want you back after seeing this.”

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poisonedprose · 1 year

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₊˚✧ come here; you can meet me in the back

bestfriend!leon kennedy x fem!reader smut

warnings: 2.6k words, use of pet names (baby, pretty boy/girl) curse words, reader has ponytail length hair, pwp, unprotected sex, oral (m), cumming in mouth (m in f), fingering (f), p in v, pictures and recording, light choking (f), light spanking (f), small overstimulation (f), hair pulling (m + f)

masterlists , part 1

Leon eagerly knocked on your door, waiting impatiently for you to answer. His mind raced and part of him thought he dreamt the whole Facetime. Thinking that he might just be having a sick fantasy as he put his shirt and shoes on, as he got in his car, and especially as he was at your front door. He knocked again, even though only seconds had passed since he knocked the first time. His phone vibrated in his pajama pants pocket and he quickly pulled it out, relieved to see it was you who had texted him.

its unlocked

hurry up

pls :)

He laughed softly at your last text message, finding it cute that you still cared about your manners at a time like this. he quickly turned the doorknob, honestly a little surprised that it was actually unlocked. "That's not safe." He thought to himself as he shut the door behind him. Despite his disapproval of leaving the door unlocked he didn't make any effort to try to lock it. He didn't even look to make sure the door was fully closed as he took off his shoes, leaving them by the front door, and beelining straight for your bedroom.

As he reached your closed bedroom door he feels himself getting nervous. Before, being with you on the phone, was so pleasurable, would he even be able to handle anything you might try in person? He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door, the wood hurting his knuckles slightly from how hard he knocked. "Come in." You didn't have to tell him twice.

As walked into the room he was met with the sight of you kneeling on your bed, your panties messily sitting at your hips, and an oversized t-shirt that looked an awful lot like it was his. You had a habit of doing that, stealing Leon's clothes and wearing them around your house with nothing but a lacey pair of underwear on when he was over. Now that he thinks about it, you might've been doing it on purpose.

He didn't really know what to do or how to start but he walked over to you anyway, shutting the door behind him. "Hey." You whispered softly and as he got closer he could see the blush that stained your cheeks. "Hey." He smiled at you, using the same volume you did. It was silent as sat on your bed. He can't remember a time when he wanted to fuck you so badly.

There were a few times he thought about it. Once when you dragged him into Victoria's Secret to find some new bras and you had the audacity to try them on and then show him. He had never gotten so red in the face and he's never gotten that hard at the sight of you. Another time when you visited him at work, choosing a very short skirt for the occasion. All the officers making lewd jokes and comments and he knew you could hear them but you didn't seem to mind, simply sitting on his lap to shut the men up.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked sincerely which almost made you laugh. After the events of the Facetime call, asking something like that seemed just a little silly. His hand was rubbing soft circles on your thigh as you nodded. He quickly filled the space between the two of you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hand made its way into his hair, pulling at the dirty blond strands.

His hand that wasn't on your thigh was rested on the small of your back, gently laying you down on the bed. He laid between your legs, his hand traveling to the back of your thigh. The kiss was sloppy, your teeth clashing together, full of need. "Take this off." You breathed out between kisses as you tugged on his shirt.

He lifted the shirt over his head, quickly returning to the kiss. He could feel himself growing hard under his pants and he silently cursed himself for not being able to hold off longer. "Can I... Can I ride you?" You broke the kiss to say and Leon's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Y-Yeah, yeah, of course." He was shocked you were so forward, even more, shocked that you were just as impatient as he was.

He got off of you, sitting against your headboard as you crawled on top of him. "Fuck." He swore under his breath as you brushed yourself over his hardening cock. You lowered your lips, to his collarbones, kissing, biting, and leaving marks as Leon brought his hands up to rest on your hips, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

"Fuck, baby." He softly groaned and he could feel the smirk on your face as you trailed your kisses up to his neck and eventually his lips. He was eager, so very eager to feel your pussy around his cock and it showed. His hips bucked up at every slight movement you made. "Someone's impatient." You tease but he doesn't find it very amusing. "I can't imagine why." He whispers as he snaps the waistband of your underwear, making you gasp as the slight sting of pain.

"Okay, okay. I get it." You laugh softly, done with your teasing antics for now. To make up for it, you take your (his) shirt off, letting it drop on the bed. Leon can't help but gawk at your chest. You weren't wearing a bra or an undershirt or anything, you were just fully on display for him. "Eyes up here, Leon." You bit your lip as you noticed him staring, it slightly turning you on.

"Sorry, you're just.. they're just really nice." He says with a blush on his face, obviously referring to your tits. You can't help but blush yourself as you hear the words come out of his mouth. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat. He's thought about what you would look like, naked, sitting atop him but, fuck, his imagination had nothing on the real thing.

"Thanks. I grew them myself." He stares at you for a second before laughing, you following in pursuit. "You're so dumb." He laughs as one of his hands goes from your hip to your ass, kneading your ass cheek slowly before delivering a light smack to it. "Do that again." You whisper and who the hell would he be to not comply? He delivers another smack, a little harder than the first and you can't help the small moan that emits from your lips.

"God, look at you." He whispers as he goes back to kneading your ass cheek, soothing any stinging he might have caused. You can't wait any longer, growing impatient you go to pull your panties off before Leon stops you. "Leave them on." It's not that he doesn't want to see your cunt, or how wet it got for him, but he loves the idea of fucking your panties on with the rest of your clothes discarded.

You nodded, agreeing to his request, but you're still impatient. You still want more. He can see the lust in your blown-out pupils and the desperation in your face. You tried your best to let him move at his own pace, but you couldn't help the whine of desperation you let out. He quickly shuffles his pants off and you were relieved to find out he wasn't wearing any boxers.

His tip was red and leaking with precum. He looked big over the phone but, fuck, he looked even bigger in person. He pushed your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers over your clit. He looked focused as he slid his fingers into your entrance, fucking you with his fingers. His fingers feel so much better than yours did, filling you up so well.

"Oh, fuck, Leon." He looked up at you, his cock twitching as you moan his name. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad." He keeps his voice low, watching in awe as you start grinding on his fingers. "Then do it." He wastes no time removing his fingers from your cunt and lining up his dick with your entrance. "Ready?" He asked with a sincere voice. He'd stop right now if you wanted him to despite how much he wanted this.

"Ready." You whisper and slowly sink down onto Leon, the both of you moaning at the contact. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." Leon whines as he closes his eyes, taking a sharp breath before opening his eyes and watching as you start riding him. It's slow at first, the both of you adjusting. You gradually get faster, your moans growing louder as you do.

"Shit, you look so good riding me." He was utterly enamored by you, watching as his cock went in and out, being covered with more of your slick with each thrust. "Just like that, baby." His whole body felt like it was in ecstasy, his hands on your hips, guiding you ever so slightly. "You feel so good, Leon." Your hands rested on his toned abs, he was such a sight for sore eyes.

The room filled with moans, the bed creaking beneath the both of you. Leon's hands slid up your hips, to your waist, down your arms, and stopping at your hands, taking your hands in his. Your bodies were warm, getting clammier as the night went on. "I'm close." You whined, unable to form a coherent thought besides the thought of Leon.

You rested your head in the crook of Leon's neck, tiredly kissing and biting anywhere you could reach as you continued to ride him. You could feel one of his hands leave your hip and reach for something, assuming there was something in his pocket he wanted. He gently pushed you away from his neck, making you sit upright on his cock. You could now see the object he grabbed, his phone in his hand with the camera app open.

"Do you mind if I take pictures?" He asked sheepishly. You nodded, your pussy throbbing at the idea of Leon having photos of this for him to look back on any time he wanted. He smiled as he left a quick kiss on your jaw as a thank you and he moved the phone, positioning it so the camera was in front of where his dick was pushing up into you, snapping a few pictures at different angles.

You take the phone from his hands and he looks at you, afraid he crossed some unspoken boundary. You don't say anything as you change the setting on the camera, picking the video option. You press record and place the phone against some random item that resided on your dresser, which was right next to your bed, the camera capturing every movement you both made even in the dim light.

You sped up your movements riding him faster than before but his eyes were stuck on the phone, watching how you rode him through the reflective lens. "Look at me, pretty boy." You gently placed your hand on his chin and turned his face so he was looking at you now. "Holy fucking Christ." He sighed out, he was incredibly turned on knowing everything the two of you were doing in this very moment was being documented and perhaps the idea of someone finding the video on Leon's phone was exciting.

He was suddenly feeling bolder, maybe it was the fact he was being recorded or maybe it was how tight you were squeezing your pussy around him. He reached his hand up to your neck, gently putting pressure around it as he pulled you down to kiss you. It honestly surprised you. Sure, Leon was a cop, and he had to be rough sometimes but for the most part, when he was with people he cared about he was always gentle and careful as if everyone in his life was made of glass.

Your moans got whinier as you got closer and closer to your climax. You redirected the hand that Leon had on your throat to your swollen clit, silently begging for him to help you. He got the hint, rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit with his thumb. "Stop teasing." You pouted. "Sorry," He laughed softly as he sped up his movements. "Can't help myself." He compassionately smiles at you, and he's just too cute to stay mad at.

You gasp as you feel yourself come undone. Your hips stuttered and your nails dig into Leon's shoulder. His hand that rested on your hip helped you keep your pace as his other hand continued to rub your clit, probably overstimulating you but he didn't care. He was close too, his cock twitching as your cunt spasmed around him. Your mind was turned to mush, only being able to whine and moan Leon's name as you came.

"Oh fuck." Leon sucked in a breath, the sight of you and his orgasm nearing being the cause. You slowly lift yourself off Leon and he gently rubs your hip as you get yourself together. Before he could even get the chance to ask if you were alright, you were taking his cock in your hand. He looked at you curiously as watched you take your hair in your other hand, making a makeshift ponytail. Without warning, you take Leon's dick in your mouth.

"Oh, shit, shit. Baby, what are you doing?" He groaned as he threw his head back with a moan. Feeling your pussy around him was one thing, but your mouth? He wasn't ready for that. "Oh, fuck, fuck." He was much more vocal now and if you had to bet on it, you'd say he was enjoying this more than he was before. His hand tangled itself in your hair, taking over the job of holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail so you could use your hand as support.

"Oh, pretty girl, please don't stop." He pulled on your hair as you licked up the side of his dick. He was embarrassed knowing him being this desperate was on camera but he'd be a fool to tell you to stop. "I'm gonna cum." He whined as he bucked his hips up, hitting the back of your throat, and making you gag. "Shit, shit, fuck. I'm sorry." He apologized but he didn't mean it and you couldn't blame him.

You could feel his cum fill your mouth, coating the walls of your mouth with a pearly white color. You continue to bob your head on his cock, milking him as much as you can before he pulled you off of him. He watched carefully as you showed the camera the white liquid in your mouth before swallowing it and sticking your tongue back out as proof.

Leon's breath was heavy as he leaned forward, pressing kisses to your chest. "That was so fucking good. Holy shit." You can't recall a time when you've heard Leon curse so much. "Yeah, really fucking good." You reached over to the dresser and grabbed the phone, stopping the record and switching the setting back to photos. Leon hums in question as he sees you do this.

You point the camera at him and take a few pictures, some of the hickeys and bite marks on his neck and collar bones, some of the scratches your nails left on his shoulder, and some of his sleepy face and messy hair. "What are you doing?" He's so fucked out by now, honestly too tired to even care if he gets an answer for his question. "Getting proof that I got to make a mess of you." You smile innocently and Leon can't but smile back as he sleepily kisses you again.

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boydepartment · 5 months

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hellllloo I love ur texts so much!! can I request a text where the enha boys are maybe busy and you ask them for a favor and they drop everything for you (just them being whipped)

1-800- whipped

a/n: OMGGGGGGG ANON TYSM AND YES OF COURSE! whipped is so like UGH i would die if someone was whipped for me

warnings- none :3

MASTERLIST

jungwon-

in the next few minutes jungwon was at your door, you laughed when you saw his hair all disheveled due to rushing. it was so cute. you both sat down by the coffee table and you opened up your laptop to show him the subject. while explaining you couldn't help but start gigging. jungwon turned his head in confusion. "what?" he asked, a small smile now gracing his features. "i just think it's cute how you rushed over to help me." the second you said this you saw jungwon mumble something and his ears flushed red. which made you giggle more. "okay so molecular biology-"

heeseung-

heeseung had your location and saw you were at the library, he rushed over and saw you struggling to carry all your books and bags. "what's all this baby?" he asked as he started grabbing a few things for you. your eyes lit up when you looked up at him, "the library needed money and so they did a sale of books! i think i bought too many though!" you pouted slightly. heeseung smiled and pulled down his mask to peck you on the lips real quick. "i don't think you bought too much, i think its cute."

jay-

about 45 minutes later, there was a knock on your appartement door and you rushed over. your socks pattering against the wood as you swung open the door you saw your boyfriend with groceries. you smiled at him and let him in. "thank you baby!" you giggled and closed the door behind him. "i picked up some fresh ingredients for your favorite." jay set the bags on the counter and turned around to talk more to you but you just tackled him in a hug. "i love you." jay smiled down at you and kissed your head, "i love you more."

jake-

when jake got to your home you rushed him upstairs. he saw the lights you wanted to hang up in the loft for christmas. he put his hands on his hips and pouts his lip out. "baby i dont know if i can like..." you grinned at him, "oh dont worry!" you dug under your desk and pulled out a pair of heels. jake immediately grinned back. "oh my god okay! make sure to take photos too!"

sunghoon-

sunghoon showed up to your hotel room as you came with them on a trip to film an en-oclock. you let him in your hotel room and he was really giddy to pick out your outfit. "is this for our dinner tomorrow?" sunghoon asked as he sat down. you nodded and rushed into the bathroom to change into your dress and jacket. "okay ignore that i don't have any makeup on! which shoes are better for this outfit? and should i wear a hat?" "you look beautiful!" sunghoon grinned, you whined and told him to pay attention. "okay okay! no hat and the black shoes!"

sunoo-

you met sunoo at this cafe and sat down at a table. "okay my love! what do you need help with?" he asked and sipped his coffee. "i wanted to talk to you and ask you this in person..." you bit your lip, "my parents want you to come home with me for the holiday and it's really important to me..." sunoo's eyes lit up, "OF COURSE!" he spoke really loudly which gained attention from people. you smiled at him. "thank you, i'm sorry i got nervous and wanted to ask you in person!" sunoo grabbed your hand, "it's okay! i needed a break anyways!"

riki-

you sat down with your coffee at the kitchen island, you decided to work on homework since your nails were not going to be painted today. or so you thought. a ring at your doorbell startled you, both your parents were at work, so it was a little scary getting a ring. you walked to the door and peeked your head, "hello....?" "y/n let me in im freezing!" riki mumbled behind his mask. you grinned and let him in. "soooo why are you here?" you asked as you followed behind him after he took off his beanie and scarf. "to paint your nails obviously, i even picked up a few colors..." he mumbled.

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fooled-around-and-fell · 1 year

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you write papí pascal so well i absolutely adore your writing! any chance there could be a continuation of Age Gap while they’re at the red carpet? thats all i’ve got feel free to do what you want with it! love ya <3 - 🪐

a/n: Thank you! And I did not expect some of you to request a part 2 hahahha but here you go, lovelies 💕 side note, look at how proud he looks in the gif right before he said "cool slutty daddy" - i love him

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

first part || Masterlist

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It made you sick to your core -- your nerves. Maybe that's a good sign, maybe that meant you're taking this seriously.

So you're nervous, as you should be! You're dating the world's biggest star right now, and it just so happens that he's 20 years older than you.

No big deal, right? You'll get through it, right?

You tried to smile at yourself in the mirror and ended up grunting in stress.

The red carpet event was tonight, and you're already in the hotel room Pedro's team had booked for the two of you to get ready in. You didn't even think you'd have his team help you get ready, you thought you'd just get ready at home and leave with him, but nope!

This must be how Mia Thermopolis felt, you thought.

"Hey Y/N, you ready?"

You looked at Pedro's stylist, "Yes! What do I have to do?"

She chuckled, "Nothing, honey. Just sit tight. We'll do the work."

Behind her, 3 other people followed. They brought in the outfit you were going to wear, a huge makeup box, and what you assumed to be a few options for shoes.

They were quick, of course, they're professionals. By the time Pedro got to the hotel room after a press conference, you were already in the outfit, and his stylists were picking out the right shoes for you.

"Dios mío..." Pedro whispered to himself, "You look... fucking beautiful, cariño."

You smiled back at him, "Thank you, Pedrito."

"Pedrito?" He raised his brows suggestively, "Oh I like this new nickname."

Pedro made his way to smother you in kisses and hugs, but his team had pulled him away because he, too, had to get ready. "I'll be with you soon, amor!"

"You two are too cute." One of his stylists commented.

"He's too cheesy sometimes."

"I can hear you!"

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You were holding Pedro's hand for the entire ride to the red carpet. It wasn't long, but it felt like ages.

"Don't worry, you'll do great." He smiled, trying to reassure you.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You didn't want to make the red carpet to be about you, it was the premiere of one of the biggest, most famous video game adaptations of all time. But at the same time, you felt a little relieved knowing that maybe - just maybe - the media might focus on the series instead of you.

"You ready, cariño?" He asked before he opened the door, making sure you were okay.

Nodding your head, Pedro exited the car and circled around to your side of the door. He had made you practice letting him open the door for you every single time.

You could hear the screams of fans, the cameras flashing, everyone was incredibly happy to see him.

Just put on a smile. You're here for Pedro.

Pedro opened the door for you, peeking his head to make sure you're okay one last time before offering you his hand. You took his hand and slowly got out of the car, keeping a friendly smile.

"You're doing great." Pedro kissed your temple as you both made your way further into the red carpet, hand in hand.

Just. Breathe.

"Pedro, over here!" You keep hearing paparazzi scream. Pedro's team had warned you and basically trained you on how and where to pose, but Pedro was leading both of you in such an amazing way that you had no problem doing it at all.

Of course, there were times where Pedro had to take solo pictures, so you'd stand on the side, watching as your lover really took control of the crowd.

"Y/N!"

You heard a familiar voice. Bella had a beaming smile on her face as she raced towards you and gave you a bear hug. "Pedro told me you'd be here and I'm so glad you are!"

You met Bella before when you'd visit Pedro at their shooting sites. She's very kind towards you -- the entire crew was, which surprised you because well.. again, the age gap thing doesn't usually sit well with everyone.

"You look amazing!" You complimented her, "And it's been a while, how are you?"

"It's been good," She nodded, "Tiring, but good. How about you- Wait, is this the first time you two are going out in public together?"

"Yeah," You laughed nervously, "I'm a nervous wreck, if you can't tell."

Bella laughed, "You're doing fineee, besides, you've got nothing to worry about. I'm sure Pedro has it all under control."

You nodded, "I know, but I don't want him carrying all the weight, you know? I don't want to be a burden."

"Nah, you're definitely not. I'm telling you, he doesn't stop talking about you when we were on set."

Pedro finished his session and went to hug Bella, "I hope you girls aren't talking about me."

"Of course not, we've got better things to talk about than you, old man." She teased, "Anyway, catch you guys later."

You held onto Pedro's arm as he guided you through the red carpet again. It was time for what you were most nervous about -- interviews.

Given, you probably won't be in a lot of them, but some of them were bound to ask about you. Speak of the devil.

"So, I see you brought in a plus one," One of the interviewers who's known Pedro for a while teased, "Can we meet your special someone? Can we introduce you two as a couple now?"

Pedro laughed and brought you closer, "This is Y/N, the love of my life, and.. we've been in love for about 2 years, actually."

"2 years?!" He gasped, "How are we only hearing about you now??"

Pedro rubbed circles on your back, comforting you in any way he could.

"I'm a bit shy." You smiled, "He's actually been begging me to come with him to events for a while but I've always refused."

"Honey, it's about time you showed up." He said, "Have you seen his fans? They're about to eat him all up."

"That's what I said!"

"And Mr. Pascal, sir, what is with all this daddy content you're promoting when you have a lover??" The interviewer tsk-ed.

You laughed, "It's alright, I don't mind sharing."

"What?" Pedro asked, almost in a whine.

"Well you heard it here first, people. Pedro Pascal is taken, and I am here for the cute couple! You two look amazing."

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It was more fun than you expected, you had to be honest. You put your phone on silent for the entire night because you were afraid of what the internet would say, but that was a mistake because you realized you'd need to deal with it the next morning.

"Morning, cariño." Pedro mumbled, his arm rubbing circles on your naked back.

"Good morning," You kissed his chest and sighed, "I don't want to check my phone."

"Then don't." He pulled you closer to him, "Who cares what the world thinks?"

Sighing loudly, you decided that he was right. Who cares? All that matters is that you're happy, and he's happy. "Yeah, you're right. Fuck it."

He smiled lazily and moved to be on top of you, "Good. Now relax and let me reward you for doing so good last night. You were amazing, cariño. So good for me."

"Mm, I think you've shown me enough last night."

He gasped. "Nonsense. You can never get enough of me. You know it."

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a/n: ....should i just write smut on this account? I swear, I have a separate account for a reason but now I kinda just want to smush it all together......

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redbleedingrose · 4 months

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Girl Dad!Cassian x reader Headcanons

A/N: I love me some girl dad Bat boys and Vanserra bros. TBH all the ACOTAR males would make incredible girl dads and I was just thinking about Cassian today. Anyway, this is for @augustinerose I know that it has been tough recently, so I hope this made you smile. <3

Cassian is a girls girl. He LOVES his daughter, and wants his babe to be able to express herself in any way she wants. So he def lets his daughter paint his nails pink and purple, and grins so wide when she smacks a kiss onto his cheek calling him pretty. And he takes real good care to paint her nails all nice and clean.

Cass is also happy to let his pretty princess put some makeup on him, with the blue eyeshadow and red lips. Male is not even the slightest bit embarrassed when you walk into your home to find him sitting on the floor so that your daughter can reach his face, six bows of all colors in his hair that is half braided and half curled, with your reddest shade of lipstick being smeared all over him. The guilty look from your babe stealing your makeup is too cute, and you settle down into Cass’ lap and ask her to do your hair and makeup too.

He would die for this child, and do practically anything to see a smile on her face, so he is gonna wear the purple tutu and tiara for his girl, and he is absolutely gonna have his pinky pointing out while he sips water from a tiny princess tea cup cuz his baby girl scolded him for not using "proper etticuite daddy."

Occasionally, she can also rope in Az and Rhys and they might roll their eyes and moan and groan, but they are gonna do anything for that little girl because they adore her and she is the only baby girl in the family so far. They spoil her like no other. You had to practically ban Rhys from getting her anymore dresses because there was no more storage in your home, and you nearly threw him into the Sidra when he offered to add another room to your home so he could fill it up with more jewelry and shoes and tutus for the “night court princess”

And on starfall, she does little dance routines for the whole family but she willet all shy about dancing her little ballerina routine in front everyone in the inner circle, so he helps her out and dances by her side even getting on his tippy toes despite everyone is snickering at him, this big burly male twirling around with his muscled arms pointed to the sky with his "mini me"

He loves pretending to chomp and eat her ruddy cheeks because it makes her cackle from deep in her tummy, and he is always blowing raspberries into her chubby belly. Don’t even get me started on those chunky thighs, and stinky feet. Cass wants to cry every single time he thinks about his pretty princess growing up. He wants her to stay young forever, to never worry about a single thing, to make sure that he can always watch over her and protect her.

When she was a newborn, he would steal her from the bassinet and take her on flights, wrapping her tiny wings into a wooly blanket to make sure they stay warm and cozy, and he would spend hours just flying around and telling her stories about his life, and stories about you. His favorite topic to talk about to her while she snoozes away is how much he loves you and how much he loves her. His obsession with his girls is truly a next level of adoration.

Ugh AND he loves cutting up fruit for her, and she just walks around munching on it with her tiny fist around the fruit and juices smeared across her cheeks. An he is always so gentle about wiping away the juices with a wet rag, having her sitting on the counter with her tiny legs swinging back and forth kicking his corded thighs while he cleans her ups and smooches her ruddy cheeks when he is done

Let us also discuss how Cassian learned how to braid hair by the Valkaryie warriors, and so he is the expert when it comes to doing her hair. Male can do twists and plaits so fast and instinctually, its insane. Most days, you have him doing your own hair. Oh, and she was born with a TUFT of hair that he would play with to soothe her. It is thick and dark just like his, and curls at the end, and he thinks it is one of his favorite features that he passed on to her.

OOOHHHH and imagine him teaching her to fly when she finally has the strength to control those muscles. She is all frustrated with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks cuz “is too hard daddy” and he is down on one knee in front of her, rubbing his large hands over her tiny shoulders hushing her little cries, “s’okay baby, you’re right, it is hard,” and he smooches her cheek and pulls back to stare into her big eyes, “but you know what sweet girl? You can do it. It might take some time and practice, like most things do, but you will do it. And I will be here every step of the way, ‘kay?” And she sniffles, rubbing her tears away with a tiny fist and snuggles into his big chest while nodding.

Every birthday, he buys her a bouquet of flowers. And he also buys you a bouquet of flowers, making sure to thank you for the best gift he has ever received.

Okay maybe I will add more to this later, but this all I got for now, I hope you enjoyed!!!

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0anonnymouslyours0 · 1 year

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would u write abt like early seasons spence with a cute girly gf who is just obsessed with him🤭 i think it’d be so cute bc he just wouldnt be used to all that attention <3

like she’s constantly in his lap kissing him wherever she can!! baking him stuff!! making sure he eats before works bc lets be honest he probably forgets to do that a lot, always sending him little updates throughout her day whenever he’s on a case, always asking him things just so he can go on one of his cute rambles!!

yes! i love a super fem!reader with spencer! hope this is what you wanted :)

warnings; kissing , implied smut , fluffy stuff , readers very domestic

you of course love making spencer food! all the time he wakes up, ready to leave, when he finds a little container on the counter. filled with something you know he'll like, and a little note with a kiss in bright red lipstick on it.

if you're up at the same time as him, when he walks out of the the bathroom you're in the kitchen, cute little apron over one of his work shirts, cooking him something to eat on his way. a kiss on his cheek, food in his hand and he's ready to go.

the team loves you, so you regularly stop by to deliver whatever latest baked good you've made. waiting at spencers desk, as you watch his team rush into the kitchen to grab a piece, each mumbling about how good your cooking is.

you send spencer regular updates, photos of what you're doing, wearing, eating. he loves it. especially when he gets photos of the lingerie under your clothes...

when you and spencer start dating, he's not used to your constant doting at all, but once he gets used to it he absolutely adores you and all your habits. your just so extra, and he loves it.

when he comes home late from work, you always climb onto his lap as he sits in his office chair, nuzzling your head into his chest, just your little sleep shorts and top on. when spencers had a particularly rough day, sometimes he'll take you back to the bedroom, and take out his frustrations on you.

every friday night, if he's at home, you set up a little date night. cooking him dinner, and setting up the table all prettily. getting dressed up in something nice, lipstick on and hair done. picking out a book or movie to watch for the later of the night, until you fall asleep on the couch, tangled in each others arms.

spencer also finds that his bag is always packed in the morning, sometimes with a book you've picked out for him. his shirt and slacks always ironed and laid out on the bed, shoes polished.

spencer sometimes struggles with his tie, but you love to sit in his lap, fixing it up before he leaves for the morning, giggling as he squeezes your thigh.

eeeeeeee <3

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c0kitty · 8 months

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 w/ bakugo katsuki x gn!reader « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄

summary: two times you crocheted katsuki something + one time katsuki realizes something so painfully obvious. (⛦) content: fluff! kissing. reader tears up. reader crochets. comfort!! love confession. sickeningly sweet. i'm a lil bad at summaries. gn pretty sure. (⛦) w/c: 1.6k+

i. your first project,

the first time you’d crochet him something, it was a pretty shitty day for katsuki. he had spent a little more than an hour meeting with his friends who, in the most kindest words, were spawns of satan. the constant teasing left him a little drained, the food he left in the dorm fridge was gone, and he was left with a headache throbbing at his temples.

to add on, he hadn’t seen you all day.

so, he goes to your dorm, finding it already open. something he’d always given you mouth on. (what if a stranger comes through? even if it was a little impossible with the amount of security that roamed the halls.) inside, he pauses at the entrance, finding you sitting on your bed, holding a long slender stick with a hook at the tip.

it looked like a miniature murder weapon. “... what the hell is that?”

seemingly startled, he guesses by the reaction of your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, widened eyes, and a small gasp that left your lips. “fuck me, why the hell are you so silent.”

“hello to you too, princess,” katsuki sarcastically remarks, stepping further into the room. he comes closer til’ he was just about hovering over you.

you pick back up whatever the hell was in your hand. you could still feel his stare, which you quip. “it’s crocheting, tsuki’. i’m trying to pick up a hobby to get off my phone more. its kinda fun.”

katsuki grunts as a reply, moving to sit next to you. it causes the mattress to slightly sink to his weight, whilst he goes to take off his shoes, methodically, all while watching you.

with your teeth catching your bottom lip, you looked so focused, engrossed, not paying a mind to him. his gaze eventually drifts towards what was hanging from the stick. it’s long and narrow, with a soft-looking material, colored a deep-shade of red, and black. it was a scarf.

it’s edges weren't perfect, a little bumpy and not entirely straight, but it still looked pretty damn good. his crimson eye’s go to meet yours, but he finds you already looking at him. “i was gonna make it a surprise. but i made it for you.”

a nervous smile plays at your lips, “do you like it?”

nobody has ever really taken the time to create something personal for him — the warmth in his chest, made him just want to crumble, n kiss your pretty lips. it was nothing short of perfect, even the imperfections.

he'd forgotten you were waiting for an answer and a flicker of insecurity hints in your eyes, your words hanging in the air.

but, he quickly reassures you, his hand traveling, holding at your chin. “it's perfect, okay?” drawing nearer to you, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “perciate’ you so much baby.”

ii. just for him,

it starts to become a thing every other week. you would crochet him a piece – either something that fit his, in your words, “grunge” style, or something from the colorful yarn leftover from your old projects. and regardless, he would proudly wear it.

over time, people start to notice. seeing him wear a cute black cat beanie was a little out of the norm for him. and the following week, he would wear the same-stitch, fingerless mittens. everyone knew he wouldn’t buy those by choice. someone had to be giving it to him, someone he cared about. someone, like his girlfriend.

being in a school full of smart heroes had its many downsides.

people start to ask, or he would say, "harass you," to make them things. it starts to piss him off after a while — hearing your continuous no’s, and then them trying to ask again like your answer was gonna change after a minute. plus, it’s not like any of those broke assholes were willing to pay, they were just planning to mooch off you.

and, maybe there was a selfish reason for it.

he didn’t want you to share something you were so passionate about with people you gave no shits about, or lov– liked. because it would lose its value — lose the stupid special feeling he got.

this surge of events eventually leads to him cursin’ them out for you, because you were just a little too nice to yell, give murderous glares, or deliver creative death threats. which after, they wisely never approach you about it again.

iii. your last gift, for the year of course,

its a cold new year, katsuki watches as a snowflake falls delicately onto your nose. you guys were huddled on the balcony of his parent’s home, thanks to his mom's desperation, and persistence to meet you. and to his embarrassment, his mom and you got along very well, so well in fact you guys exchanged numbers, planning to meet with each other without katsuki himself.

despite his loud protests, you’d forcibly ushered him out in the shitty-ass cold because you wanted to see the snow. the frigid air embraced you both, his breath left white in the air. katuski’s body pressed the balcony handle, you’d positioned yourself in front of him, his arms encircled your body, his hands holding at your waist.

“you happy princess? m’ freezing here just for you to see the same old snow we see every year.” he complains, even though his crimson-red eyes held warmth, ones that matched your growing smile. you raise your heel pressing a short kiss at the corner of his lips, before retreating.

“quit being dramatic; it’s so beautiful out here.” you insisted, before your eyes widened, like you’d remembered something, and abruptly, you leave an inch of space between the two of you, reaching for something in your puffer jacket.

there’s a slight furrow to his brows, not understanding why you had to pull away — leaving you out of his grasp. til he puts it together, as you pull out a terribly wrapped item, a gift.

“i told you we didn't have to give each other anything.”

“yeah, like the $100 dollar gift you gave me today. see, i knew you would do that so i came prepared.” you say, pointing an accusatory finger.

“now open.” you shove the present in katsuki’s hand, and shaking his head in disbelief, he grabs it, tearing the wrapping off.

“i know i already made you one. but i saw how … worn out it was.”

holded in his rough hands, was a scarf. reminiscent of the colors to the one you gave him months ago — the one he had worn all the damn time, sometimes even in the hottest of weather. with how much time he wore it, after a while, the color of that scarf started to fade, with the yarn unraveling.

“here let me put it on for you.” you take it from his hands, draping it around his neck. you watch as he glances down, just admiring it. “looks so pretty, baby.”

this scarf looked more intricate, with the stitch pattern on the scarf resembling daisy blooms. he’d noticed how your crochet skills seemed to improve, the scarf had a cleaner, straighter edge than the other one.

and for some reason, as he looks down at your gift, a flood of memories of the moments with you, seem to be all rushing to him — your sweet, drawn kisses, the stupid arguments, and your laughter that seemed to always ring in his ears.

moments like those, that laid ahead for the both of you, made him want to look forward to the future, your guys’s future. to wake up next to you, morning breath n’ all, to lazily lounge on the couch and havin’ to forcibly cuddle because of you, to possibly sharing each other's last name. it all swelled katuski’s stupid heart.

it was so obvious why. with your soft gaze on him.

“i love you.” he blurts out, his eyes fixed at your parted lips.

“i love you so damn much, it’s so fucking stupid. you turn me into a sap, y’know. everytime i look at you i just can't help but want to smile, want to hold you. everything I do, every thought that crosses my mind, somehow, it goes back to you. …i ” he sighs, his bravado faltering for a moment, red eye’s averting from yours.

“you don't have to say it back, i just wanted to tell you.” katsuki grumbles, the tips of his ears red as it can be, as he does his best to maintain his ‘i could care less’ facade.

“look at me.” and katsuki does, he’s met with your glistening eyes, stars reflecting. “i love you too, you idiot.”

he couldn’t help but release a soft, incredulous laugh — he was really rubbing off on you. somehow the space between the two of you closes again, your hands fit in his warm jacket. tightly hugging him, as if he was going to leave any second.

“and of course, you had to one up me with a grand ass speech.” you relent, looking up at him, a small pout forming over your features.

“m’ always two-steps ahead. catch up princess.” he replies, a smug smile spreading across his plush lips. his mittened hand moving to hold at your face, thumb brushing along your cheek.

his eyes flicker to your lips, watching as your tongue glides against it. “... can, i?” your lashes flutter at him, weakly nodding. and then your being kissed, slowly, and sweetly. his tongue brushing your bottom lip, savoring you, savoring this moment.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader fluff #bakugo fluff #katsuki fluff #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki x you

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the-black-manor · 4 months

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Midnight Guest

Summary: While trying to climax on your own one night, a shadow slips in through your open window in the form of a hungry vampire looking for someone to drink and empty his balls into.

Characters: Vampire Intruder x AMAB Reader

Kinks: Noncon, oversized cock, anal, excessive cum, oral, terato, blood.

Words: 3,151

Note: This one got removed from Patreon, so you guys get to have it here. :)

Your room was silent except for the muffled sound of frustration and the sloppy squelching of lube on skin. You steadily massaged your dripping cock, trying in vain to find release, but unable to get harder than a semi-erection. The erotic fiction you read usually did a great job of getting you hot, but tonight, it just wasn’t cutting it. A chill autumn breeze swept in from your open window and sent a chill down your spine, and your whole body shuddered. You pulled harder as the characters in the story you were reading neared climax, trying to catch up, but the end came too quickly and the story was over, leaving you feeling needy and more than a little irritated. You sighed, accepting that you weren’t going to be able to finish tonight, and grabbed the towel you kept nearby to wipe your hands clean before leaning back in your chair. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily and trying to cool off.

“Need some help with that?”

The voice from behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin, and you whirled around in your chair. It tipped and toppled to the floor, nearly bringing you with it, but you caught yourself on the edge of your desk, and your fingers instinctively curled around the pocket knife you kept there. You flipped it open and brandished it against the intruder, who stood, dark and imposing in the dim lamplight, leaning against the frame of your open window with arms crossed. You swallowed hard, fear gripping your heart. With one hand you held your knife, and with the other, you pulled the hem of your t-shirt down, trying to cover yourself.

He was tall and slim, wearing nice black dress pants and shoes, and a black vest with crimson tie over a matching crimson shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms and strong, broad hands.

“Mmm. Cute,” the stranger hummed, and a smirk split his pale face.

“H-how did you get in here?” you asked.

Your shaky voice and trembling body betraying your nerves. You were on the third floor. Surely he hadn’t climbed? He gestured to the window with a brow raised, as if it was an obvious answer, and then took a step toward you, his long legs closing the distance in only a second. Your fight instinct kicked in, and you lunged at him with your blade. In one swift motion, he caught your wrist with one hand, and wrapped the other around your throat, then twisted to bring your legs out from under you. You landed on your back on your bed with the stranger on top of you, grinning down at you with sharp teeth and red eyes that glinted in the darkness. He pinned you there with this body, his grip on your wrist tightening until you finally released the knife. He tossed it across the room, releasing you for only a second. You tried to tangle your hand in his long black hair to try and gain some leverage against him, but his speed was inhuman, and he had your wrist in his hand once more, pinning it above your head while the weight of his body kept you trapped beneath him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent and making your stomach churn.

“I was just wandering through the neighborhood looking for a bite to eat when the most delicious scent reached me from your open window.”

He ground his hips down against your unclothed cock and pressed his lips against your neck. You could feel his wicked smile, those sharp teeth grazing against your skin.

“I could smell your arousal from down the block, brought to me on the breeze, and I knew I had to taste you.”

His voice was like honey in your ears, soft and sweet and sticky. It drew you in, swimming around in your head and swatting away your inhibitions with each word.

“You will let me taste you, won’t you?”

He feigned innocence. There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to take whatever he wanted, whether you gave him permission or not. Despite everything inside of you telling you to scream or fight back, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to do either. He moved his hips, massaging your twitching cock as his own erection began to grow. You could feel it pressing against you, hardening with each passing second until it was straining against his zipper, a sizable bulge in his pants. A whine escaped your throat and your hips bucked.

“Ah, I think I know the answer to that question,” he purred.

With the revelation that you weren’t going to be able to get out of this, a scream finally began to build in your chest, but before you could release it, his lips were on yours, his long, pointed tongue snaking into your mouth to tangle with your own. He tasted sweet and metallic, and you began to drown in his essence as it encompassed you. The taste of his lips, the smell of his skin, the way he overpowered you so effortlessly, all worked together to draw you in, like a dog on a leash being called back to its master’s side.

You gave in to him. Your eyes fluttered closed, your tense muscles relaxed, and you allowed your hips to move as they pleased, searching for more friction. He removed his grip on your throat to pin your other wrist above your head with the first and held them both there as he moved against you. His body was like waves and yours was the shore, and he drew pieces of you into the infinite depths of himself with each caress. You turned your head away to break the kiss and draw in a lungful of air, and he took the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and collarbone.

Your pesky shirt must have been in the way, because he stood, grabbed a fistful of fabric in both hands, and tore it from your body with no effort at all. Then, he was back on you, gripping your hips with his hands, claws digging into your skin as his lips found your chest and he trailed kisses to your nipple. He sucked the bud into his mouth and you arched against him. One of his hands snaked in between your legs and massaged your inner thigh while the fingers of the other hand drew circles on your hip. You whined as he moved to the other nipple, sucking and nibbling and swirling his tongue until they were both swollen and sensitive and you were keening beneath his touch.

He worked his kisses down your stomach, moving ever closer to your twitching manhood, where you wanted his mouth the most. But he was teasing you, and instead of taking care of your cock, he nibbled and kissed the insides of your thighs while his fingers explored every dip and curve of your body. His touch was cold against your hot skin, and it made you shiver, made your breath quake.

Finally, finally, he threw your legs over his shoulders and mouthed at your testicles, licking and sucking like he’d done with your nipples. Your cock was hot and throbbing, desperate to be touched, but any words to beg him to give you proper attention were lost in the moans and whines that were falling freely from your lips. You were so sensitive, and he was driving you mad. You reached a hand down to stroke your cock, but he caught your wrist once more with a low, warning growl. You looked down to see those red eyes glaring at you from between your legs, and when he released your hand, you pulled it back quickly and decided to anchor yourself with a fistful of bedding instead.

You cried out when he flattened his tongue and trailed it up the underside of your cock. Your head fell back and hit the mattress and you arched your back again, your hips bucking to meet him. He pinned them back to the bed, and you knew you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers in the morning, but you couldn’t help it. Your body wasn’t responding to any attempts to control its reactions, only to him and his careful ministrations. Your cockhead slipped past his lips, and he sucked softly, using the tip of his tongue to play with your slit. You groaned and clenched your teeth, legs shaking as he dipped his head and took more of you. You felt yourself hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed, squeezing your head just right, before he opened himself and took all of you in.

He paused there, swallowing again and again with his nose buried in your bush, and just when you were about to scream at him to do something, he began to move. He bobbed his head, agonizingly slowly, stroking every inch of you with his tongue and hollowed cheeks, swallowing around your cockhead each time it slipped down his throat. Your hands found his hair, and you tangled your fingers in it, gripping hard and tugging in an attempt to make him go faster. You let out a whine, and he chuckled, which nearly sent you over the edge as the vibrations traveled through your core.

“Fuck..” you groaned.

You chanced a glance at him, only to find those crimson eyes gazing at you, dark with hunger and lust. That look alone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't seem to look away. His head bobbed faster, and it was only then that you were able to close your eyes tight and allow your head to fall back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried as the spring in your stomach tightened.

No one had ever made you feel this good with their mouth before. No one had ever made you feel this good at all.

“I’m… gonna…” you choked out.

He got the picture, and took you fully down his throat as the spring released and you came with a cry. You could feel him swallowing around you as your cock throbbed, drinking down everything you gave him without complaint or hesitation. Each time he swallowed, it pulled more out of you, drawing you back into your high and suspending you there. Finally, he gave you some relief, and released your manhood with an audible pop.

He let you lie there, fingers still tangled in his hair, twitching and moaning as you came down, for far too long. Eventually, your hands fell back to your sides. Your fingers were sore, and you could barely move them from holding him so tightly.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he purred as he pushed himself to his feet.

You couldn’t find your voice. All that came out was a whimper. You were still in a daze when, over the ringing in your ears, you heard the sound of a zipper. You propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to see him slide his dress pants and boxer-briefs down his hips, and his thick cock spring free to slap against his bare lower stomach. He stepped in between your legs, grabbed you by your hips, and yanked you against him so that his length was pressing hard against your ass and balls, his cockhead red and glistening from where it stood proudly, wedged between you. Your eyes widened and you swallowed hard, one of your hands coming up to halfheartedly push him away.

“Oh, come now,” he smirked. “You don’t really want me to stop now, do you?”

He reached between you and pressed a finger against your asshole. You felt the plug you had put in there earlier in the night shift, and you winced.

“Or did you forget this was in here,” he chuckled. “It’s as if you were preparing yourself for me.”

He wiggled the plug and you clenched around it, cock twitching and hardening once more. Slowly, he pulled the plug free, and you whined at the empty feeling.

“Don’t worry, sweet pet,” he purred as he crawled on top of you, pressing his chest against yours. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and placed a soft bite. “I’ll replace it with something much more satisfying.”

His cock was hard and hot, and yours was rapidly catching up as his voice drew you back in. He pressed his lips over the fresh love bite as he lined up with your entrance and slowly began to push. He was much bigger than your plug, and you winced as your opening struggled to stretch around the thickest part of his head. He applied more pressure and gently rocked against you with a grunt. Suddenly, the head slipped in, and you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than I thought you would be,” he breathed.

Each time you clenched and relaxed, your body drew him in deeper, another inch, and then another, and then with one final push and a low moan, he buried himself as deep as he could. The stretch was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you were sure you felt your insides rearranging themselves to make room. You let out a whine, and he chuckled, sending vibrations through your chest.

“Too… big…” you stuttered out as you struggled to breathe.

He smiled against your neck and placed another kiss.

“That’s not even all of it. I've got at least three more inches for you to take.”

You swallowed hard.

“Don’t worry, little one. I won’t break you. Not unless you ask me to.”

Without warning, he began to thrust, slow and deep, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him to steady yourself.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Fuck, you feel even better than you smell. So warm, and tight.”

It was only as he had you pinned with his body that you realized just how much bigger he was than you. Not just his cock, but all of him. You were tiny in comparison and had no idea how he fit inside of you. But god, you were glad he did. Even these shallow strokes that he was offering were pressing all the right buttons, and it didn��t take long for the spring in your stomach to start tightening again. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out a soft whine.

Wordlessly, he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and captured you in a deep kiss. His sharp teeth nipped at your lips, and his tongue prodded, searching for entrance. You allowed him in and were once more overtaken by the taste of something sweet and metallic. His tongue traveled further this time, not content with just dancing beside yours, and traveled to the back of your throat, where it teased for a moment before slipping down. You couldn’t hold back your moans, and he swallowed each one up greedily as his thrusts grew harder. He broke off the kiss suddenly and pushed himself to his feet. He grabbed your hips hard and pulled you back to meet every thrust.

“Oh, god…” you moaned.

“Far from it,” he growled, sending a shiver down your spine. “But you’re welcome to worship me.”

Your head spun and your body trembled, but you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. Each time he bottomed out, your stomach distended as his cock pressed against your insides, creating a pronounced bulge in your lower belly. You collapsed back, too dizzy to hold yourself up for long, and rested a hand over the bulge.

He groaned and his grip tightened.

“That’s it,” he breathed.

His breath came in sharp pants and gasps, and each time his hips snapped forward to meet yours, the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the squelching of lube-like precum sang through the air like a melody. Just as you were getting used to his pace and depth, he hooked his hands beneath your knees and pushed them harshly up to your chest, folding you in half. The shift was smooth, effortless enough for him that his hips didn’t falter. With this new position, he was angled just right, and the next time his cock slid inside of you, it hammered against your prostate.

“Ah- Fuck!” you swore, your back arching involuntarily. “Fuck, please,” you cried.

“Please what?” he asked, and you could hear his smirk.

You wanted to slap it off his face, but your climax was approaching rapidly. You didn’t have time to ask again before it crashed over you, sending you rocketing into your second orgasm. He chuckled low in his chest, and it sounded a million miles away. Your ears were ringing, cock throbbing as it released onto your chest and face. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, and your vision began to blur as you clenched around him.

“Fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock,” he growled. “I’m close.”

He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, sucking a deep bruise into the sensitive flesh there. His thrusts came quickly, and he bottomed out with each one, his thick cockhead pressing hard against the curve of your intestines, too big and too stiff to bend around it. You grit your teeth tightly, trying to fight back the discomfort that came with overstimulation. Even still, your own cock was hard where it lay, pressed between your bodies, stimulated constantly by the friction inside of and on top of you.

His movements became erratic, hips bucking frantically, and then he pushed hard against you and stilled. You could feel his cock throbbing, and your stomach was flooded with warmth as he came with a low growl. There was a sharp pain in your neck, and you hissed, hands tangling in his hair to try and pull him away. He only gripped you tighter, and the sharp pain was replaced with a gentle sucking sensation and the metallic scent of blood.

Bliss flowed through you, and your head swam once again. He was drinking your blood. There was a twinge of fear in your pounding heart that lasted for only a moment before it was replaced with pure, unfiltered bliss. You’d never felt such full-body ecstasy like this before, and you didn’t know if it was due to the hot seed still flowing from his thick cock, or the fact that he was devouring you. Your hands dropped from his hair back to your sides, fingers tingling. Darkness crept at the edge of your vision while a pleasant numbness spread throughout your body. A shaky, content sigh slipped past your lips, and you closed your eyes. You were his.

#my writing #vampire x reader #vampire kink #terato #monster kink #monsterfucker #blood kink #nonconsensual #oversized kink #impreg kink #mpreg

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starieq · 18 days

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“Lovin her seems tiring..” Part 2

Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.

part 3!

After that crazy call with your boss, you went right into making reservations so you don’t get yelled at the next week of work.

Wait. Is his girlfriend coming? Should you call and ask? Would he be mad? Do you reserve two rooms? One for you, and one for him? Of course you would! Why wouldn’t you? Don’t make this weird y/n.

You had a lot of what if’s. But, you wanted to be brave and call your hot headed hot boss.

ring, ring, ring.

“The hell ya want now? Thought i made myself fuckin clear.” He grumbles into the phone.

“U-uh,” you stutter. “S-so, is uhm, Kira coming like she usually d-does, or..-“

“No. Just make two rooms. One for you and me.”

“Okay! Thank you for letting me know. B-but i do have a question Mr. Dynamight.”

“Lay it on me.” He says calmly? Wow, you’ve never heard him so calm before.

“So, why I’m I coming..?” You ask a little scared.

“Need ya to come with me cause you’re my damn assistant and you should do as I say. See ya next week y/n.”

He hangs up. God, his voice was so sexy. You couldn’t get enough of it. At least his bitch of a “girlfriend” isn’t coming.

You go to work the next week after your short weekend. You get packed to go to Tokyo, and you plan to maybe go to Tokyo Disneyland since it’s not like your gonna be on patrol with him, right?

Right?

You make your way to the bus station to get to the Dynamight agency. It was snowing and a horrible day to wear a white high waist mini skirt with a cute flower cardigan. At least you have a snow jacket and shoes in the office.

You pay for your ticket and get on the bus. The bus station was pretty packed, you cant be late today. You decided to go on your phone to see the news, until you get a text from your boss.

:Dynamight🧡💥: I need ya to get to the fuckin office now. Go to my office when you’re here.

:y/n: sorry! Bus station is a little full today. I’ll get there as fast as I can! :D

You see the Dynamight agency and run out the bus as fast as you could. You knew Bakugo was a hot head and the last person you wanna piss off. It was kinda hard to run in the thick snow with uggs on, but you couldn’t care less. You NEEDED to get to your boss.

You open the large doors and greeted the front lady that at gives you little candies.

“Thank you Mrs. Hellen!” You wave goodbye and pop the candy in your mouth. You get to the elevator and press floor 8. As you get on, you notice you have a big whole in your tights. Fuck. Those were new too! Damnit.

You gracefully walk to Bakugo’s office and hear grunting on the other side of the door.

You knock on the door and you hear Bakugo startle and race to get up. You’re not sure what he was doing, but your little dirty mind thinks something else.

“What-“ he looks down at you. “Get in here,” He pulls your wrist inside his office.

“Good morning to you too, Mr. Dynamight.” You give him a warm smile and he falls back on his chair.

You notice his face is a little red and his cheeks are slightly puffed. You couldn��t help but also noticed a bulge in his hero cargo pants.

“Ay, eyes up here sweetheart.” He says with a a smug smirk.

“O-oh sorry. I was just thinking about my uh, hole in my tights.” You said. Nice save, you think to yourself.

“Uh huh.” He says turning his chair so the back faces you.

“So Mr. Dynamight-“

“We’re leaving tonight, did ya pack your shit?” You noticed he clenched his jaw when he span his chair to face you again.

“Yeah.. uhm, are you going to pick me up or-“

“Yeah. Text me your address when I leave.”

“Ok.. thank you for your time.” You spin on your heel to leave. You opened the door and took slow steps.

Well, guess you should start working.

@bakugounextswife

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queenie-avenue · 4 months

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Hii! 🌟

So..i want ask for request about CEO ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

What if one day reader is caught sketching the CEO in some fancy clothes? Would he like to wear this for reader?

(Thank you in advance! Hope u have really good day 👁️〰️👁️)

/// sorry for my English kinda bad at grammar (ง’̀-‘́)ง

He'll wear anything you make.

💌 ⤻ THE CEO, Adrian Houde

—> he's your muse, you're his obsession.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader has a crush on Adrian, obsessive behaviour, posessive thoughts, snooping, fluff, red flags but they aren't so apparent.

notes: i altered the prompt a bit, i hope you don't mind but thank you for the ask! i'm glad you like adrian as much as i do. feel free to send in more asks! love the cute emoticons btw <3 did not proofread, we die like men.

Adrian strolled about the fashion department, his hands raking across the abandoned tables now that everyone had headed home. He rolled up his sleeves to check the time as he walked past the messy and cluttered desks, the heels of his shoes clacking against the floor.

One might ask, what was the CEO of the company doing so late at the fashion department? Everyone had gone home, clocking off early for the holidays — even the ever-busy fashion team — except him. His blue eyes raked across the table as he searched for your table, and finally, he came across it and smiled.

You didn't have a table before, you cramped alongside the lower level employees but well, Adrian pulled some strings here and there for you to get your own table.

It also made it easier for him to look through your belongings.

"Hm?" He hummed when he saw an unfamiliar book on the table. He had memorised every detail of your table, to the point where he knew where you put your emergency snacks — sometimes even refilling them for you anonymously — but this sketchbook was new.

He knew it was wrong to sneak into someone's belongings, and his grandmother would no doubt absolutely pulverise him for such ungentlemanly actions but you already belonged to him. You didn't, but you would soon.

He was slowly cracking you down, he knew. Adrian could still see the blush on your face when you were caught staring at him for too long.

His nimble hands reached for the book and flipped through them. The pages crinkling in his hands as he gazed at all of the different designs. His eyes slowly widened as he recognised the dimples on the model's face, the tousled blonde hair, the dashing pale blue eyes, and the silhouettes you had crafted just for him. The suits, some dresses, some eccentric, some more subdued, and multiple designs made with styles he had a penchant for.

He smiled, knowing that you had to have been observing him rather closely to be able to craft such flattering outfits for him.

"Hah," he breathed out, feeling his cheeks heat up. "You're driving me crazy." He whispered to himself as he felt his entire body grow hot.

He continued to flip through the pages, taking in the sight of him as your muse. He almost wanted to hop in his car and drive off to your house now just to kiss you but he had to restrain himself.

He was a gentleman; even if he snuck into your belongings. He would wait for a while more. His grandmother had always said that a prolonged courting period was needed, filled with flowers, chocolates, gifts, and, of course, polite flirting.

He placed the book on the floor and snapped a few pictures, making sure to make it look accidental, like he had just stumbled across it and sent it to you.

Adrian. H: Stumbled across a cute little thing on the way to a late-night meeting. Mind if I get it privately made? I'd love to wear something you made.

He smirked, knowing that you would fluster. He just wished you were here just so he could see colour fill your face. He made a note to visit the fashion department during lunchtime just to tease you further. Maybe he'd even wear something akin to your designs tomorrow.

He just wanted to get this courting phase over so he could wrap you in his arms like a snake and never let go.

Your sketchbook was practically an invitation for him to do so.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere ceo #ask #anon ask #yandere blog

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peaches-creek · 4 months

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It had been years since he had last seen you, his girl. You weren’t his girl, but you were his girl. He had only been Jason again for maybe a year or so, leaving the Arkham Knight in the past, and bringing the Red Hood into the light. He was still brining himself back, still having days where he feels nothing but rage. Days where he feels disgust, sadness, trauma. He has to be able to feel those things before he is able to love anyone else, not that he wants anyone else, you are it for him. You loved him for the little Jason that would show up on your doorstep with bruised and scraped knees, a belly needing to be filled. Instead of telling him to find help elsewhere, that you can’t let him in because your father would absolutely flip, you quietly let him in.

As he sits on your little twin bed, he takes in your room and pays attention to the small things. The pretty little pink flowers on your sheets, the Justin Bieber poster beside your desk. He scoffs at that. He notices the little finger paintings your younger sister made you, the well loved stuffed animals, and the little tea cup set you had at your play table. The last thing he payed attention to, while you gathered as many band-aids aid alcohol pads as your little 9 year old hands could hold, was all the knitted scarves and hats you had around your room. One was pink, another blue with a white rim, many rainbow colored ones, but the one that looked the warmest, was the red one. It had a white Pom-pom on top with little red laces on the bottom to tie it tight around your squishy little face. He imagined you in it, with your puffy cheeks. You scurry back into the room.

“Okay so these kinda sting,’’ you say ripping open an alcohol wipe, “I can hold your hand if you want.” You were half teasing. You did want to hold his hand but you knew he was like a scared rabbit, if you moved too fast he would scamper back into the darkness.

“I think I will manage, barely.” he smirks. He wanted to hold your hand too.

You payed attention to him as well. You payed attention to how his knees weren’t just bruised, but scarred. How his teeth were only a bit crooked. His hair was curly in the most perfect way, with a little curl falling right in front of his face. His freckles and blue eyes. You loved everything about him. You also noticed those pretty little blue eyes looking at your red hat.

“My nana makes those y’know,” you chirp, “she can make you one if you want.”

“I’m all set.” He says, looking away.

“Alright. Well guess what happened the other day! I went to the store and I found…” You rambled on, getting back to doctoring his knees.

He spent the remaining time of the night listening to insignificant stories about your little life. About the silly man you saw wearing a bright yellow suit and pink polka dot shoes. About the stray cat with one eye. He started looking at you again, looking at your funny little bed head, cowlick sticking straight up. Your blue striped pajama set. Bunny slippers. Everything about you was cute, you were only a year or so younger than him.

You met him at the Gotham Public library. You were both looking for books on mythology, he was looking for Greek while you were looking for Norse, different but alike, just like the pair of you. Ever since then, you were always around one another. He walked you home from school, made sure you got into your apartment okay. He would go to the park with you, push you on the swings. He even read you stories when you were sick and your mother let him in to see you. I mean, how could you deny him, he looked like a kicked puppy when he found out you couldn’t play.

You weren’t like the other city kids, you were kind. That’s why he liked you so much. All the obstacles you overcame, and you were still forgiving and patient. He envied that. Everything he went through made him angry and unforgiving. He would tell you about that, but you would just tell him that there’s two sides to every coin, and he didn’t know what the hell that meant. Sometimes you just said stuff.

You finished up with a quick kiss to his knees and exclaimed that you were all done. You turned on your heel and walked right over to the little red hat. You walked right back over to him and put in on his head.

“It’s a little too big for me, but it fits you just right!”

“I can’t take this.” He says, without taking it off.

“Yes, you can.” You quip.

“No I can’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Jason Peter Todd I will win the fight and you know it.” You giggle.

His response is nonverbal, just a huff. You smile.

He moves toward the window in your room, opens it and climbs onto the fire escape. He takes one last look into your lovely room and one last look at your lovely face. He waves his hand at you, beckoning you to come to him. He presses one little kiss to your cheek and quickly, but quietly he shuts the window. Then he’s gone, probably going home, leaving you with a red hot face and a goofy smile.

#jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd headcanon #mygirl!verse

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faux-ecrivain · 4 months

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Yan Crossdresser Headcannons

(First time doing headcannons, wish me luck!)

(Enjoy!)

Initially he was surprised to hear you ask him out, so surprised he couldn’t formalité a single sentence.

Of course, you considered that a rejection and started to walk away, which snapped Crossdresser out of his daze and he yanked you back to him.

He managed to stutter a response, a shy confirmation, and then you two set a date.

Now, the whole week he was preparing himself for this date, he went to the spa, got his nails done and then spent a few days picking out his outfit.

You said it was a simple coffee date, so he should try to go for something simple, effortless, yet cute and eye catching.

he spent the night before the date going through a full body skin care routine (that took forever).

Hours before the date he began to get ready, at first he was going to wear a cute creme dress (it fell just below his knees and he looked so cute)

But then he began to second guess himself and he didn’t quite like how to dress hugged his figure (he worried about his weight and he worried that you would find out the truth)

So, he chose to go with a nice purple dress, but he didn’t like how short it was and couldn’t find shoes to match it.

Eventually he decided to just call you and ask what you were going to be wearing. You told him (a dark blue sweater vest, a white blouse, black fitted trousers and heeled dress shoes) and he decided to match you.

He put on a blue sweater vest that had black checker patterns, a white blouse with flower patterns (his favorite and only white long sleeved shirt), a short black skirt with white stockings (also with flowers) and blue heels.

He then went through the process of putting on his makeup, he choose to go with a somewhat subtle look that has blue sprinkled in it. (Makeup is not my forte, so apologies if it isn’t correct)

He choose to go with a liquid concealer, blended it in, added blush and then highlighted his cheek bones.

He went with a dark red lipstick, then choose a light blue for the eyeshadow.

He went with a black eyeliner on his upper lashes and used a white on his lower eye lids. (You know, to give him a innocent eye look, hopefully I got that right)

Then he sprayed his makeup with a setting spray (I’m pretty sure that exists) and took a photo of his look.

He felt quite proud of his look and even did a little victory dance!

He brushed his hair and then pinned it back with some hair clips. (He thought he looked so cute!)

He picked a few accessories, a black beret (the French kind), a blue flower necklace, white flower earrings (the kind that dangle and jingle), a few silver rings (not too many) and a blue bag.

He double checked his outfit in the mirror and then told you he was ready to be picked up.

You arrived just a few moments later (as he doesn’t live very far from you) and greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. (He giggled and embraces you in a tight hug, you had to practically drag him out of your arms)

You complimented him, telling him that he looked amazing and that he was gorgeous. (His face flushes such a bright red, you would think he was Rudolph!)

You lead him to your car, helped him get in (how polite of you!) and then got in the car yourself.

During the whole drive he couldn’t help but stare at you and he always had one hand on some part of your body.

(Well, that’s all for now. Uhm, I don’t know how to do headcannons, so I tried my best and hopefully you like it! This headcannon is for Anon Number 3, but everyone can read it.)

(MADE MONDAY, DECEMBER 18, 2023)

#yandere oc #yandere crossdresser x reader #yandere x reader #enjoy this short headcannon!#my writing #anon number 3

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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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Can I request Whumptober No.13 for Yan Rob Lucci or Yan Kaku?

Sure thing! ^-^

Whumptober Day 13

Yandere Lucci x Reader

"Hello there," you greeted a little white pigeon wearing a red tie. "Aren't you cute."

"Thank you."

You jumped, startled, and surprise clouded your face. "You can talk?"

"Yes, but don't tell anyone, okay?" The pigeon held up his wing as if they were hands forming the shush sign.

"Ohhhhh okay," you nodded. In awe and fascinated by this talking bird, you didn't pay attention to the noises next door.

For hours you asked the bird questions until it announced it had to leave. Sad to see it fly away, you waved goodbye until it flew out of sight. You'd never see it.

At least, that's what was supposed to happen.

A month later the pigeon came back, and your excitement skyrocketed. You were beginning to believe the talking bird with a tie was all a dream you had, you were happy to know the bird's real. You asked more questions but then you asked one you should've asked sooner.

"Do you have a name?"

"I do, forgive me for not introducing myself," the pigeon apologized and bowed. "I'm Hattori."

"Hattori, huh." You petted his little head. "Do you have an owner?"

"Mhm, but he's... busy right now, so I came here out of boredom."

You giggled, "I hope I don't get in trouble for keeping you away from him."

"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Hattori leaned into your hand. "I think he'd like you."

"You think so?" You mused before going into the kitchen to get Hattori a snack.

Little did you know, his owner was standing under your balcony, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

Like clockwork, you saw Hattori once a week now. You invited him inside a few times, but he declined, saying he preferred being outside with fresh air. At least, that was before tonight.

"[Y/n], it's cold outside, can I fly in?" Hattori shivered with his wings wrapped around him.

"Of course." You stepped to the side and let the poor bird into your home, forgetting about your glass of water on the counter. "Here let me get you a blanket."

You left the balcony door open and headed to the hallway closet, taking out the handstitched blanket you made for the bird you had created in your spare time. When reached, Hattori was perched on the counter beside your drink.

"Here," You laid the tiny thing around the bird. "You should feel better now. Oh, I almost forgot about my drink." You picked up the glass, sipping the contents. "What kind of owner leaves his pet out in the cold of night? Actually..." You placed the drink down and held your head. "I don't feel so good."

The counters became sideways and the ground came up to slam into you. Hattori flew up from the counter, you didn't quite see where he went. The last thing you saw was dress shoes approaching you.

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avatar-anna · 11 months

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first time harry sees prof all dolled up maybe for a fancy date or something and is just lost for words. and then maybe prof gets a little hurt that he doesn't find her natural self that attractive but he explains that he was shocked?

First Date Jitters

The Professor Series

this takes place right after the series ends (after part V)!

*.*

Standing in front of the mirror of your Manhattan apartment, you weren't quite sure if you were satisfied with the reflection staring back at you.

"What do you think, Trajan?" you asked, looking over at your cat, who just stared back with a bored expression. Narrowing your eyes at the Emperor, you said, "I'll remember your lack of support in this moment, you know."

The cat just continued with his cool indifference, clearly not worried about your potential grudge. When you determined that your conversation with your cat was just toeing the line of insanity, you turned back to the mirror and sighed.

Objectively, you would say you looked fine. Your dress nipped your waist just so, and you liked the way the red string tieing the bodice contrasted the sweetness of the garment's pattern. It was sweet and romantic, but there was something mature about it too that couldn't be ignored.

The dress was fine, and the socks with the ruffled ankles matched perfectly, so that was a plus, but as you looked yourself over for the twenty-seventh time, you couldn't help but feel like your reflection was an imposter.

You'd had the dress for a few months now. It had called out to you on a rare shopping trip in SoHo, and you bought it on impulse. It hadn't left your closet since, but when Harry left your apartment the morning after you reconnected and said he wanted to take you on a proper date, you knew it was the perfect dress.

You watched mirror-you's frown deepen as you remained flummoxed by the situation at hand. You didn't think you looked bad, but something was just...

"Missing. It's missing something."

Style and fashion weren't things you didn't pay much attention to. You had a particular style that made you comfortable, a small circle of interesting but not out-there that you thought matched your personality quite nicely. You had your comfy sweaters with cute patterns, your corduroy pants and mismatched socks and the clips and headbands and colorful scrunchies you used to keep your hair out of your face so you weren't constantly annoyed by it.

But the dress just seemed out of place in all of that. You liked it enough not to take it off, but you needed something else to make it feel like it was actually you wearing the dress, not the other way around.

Not enough color, you soon realized. There was a pop of red from the laces, but other than that, you were just wearing white, something you rarely ever wore. You liked color, and decided that if you were going to confidently wear this dress, it needed a little more whimsy.

You rummaged through your things—shoes, shoelaces, earrings, colorful eyeshadow shades—searching for just the right element. It took about three minutes, but when you found a forgotten jewelry box stashed under some old files, you remembered what lay within.

In seconds, you were fastening the necklaces around your neck, knowing that Harry would arrive at your apartment any minute. As you struggled with the clasp, your mind flashed to all the times Harry had shown up on your doorstep in Cambridge, ready to talk about just about anything with you.

Things were so much easier then, you recalled. You never second-guessed your attire, never once wondered if Harry would notice that your shoelaces didn't match, or find your sweater with dancing mushrooms on it bizarre, or question the strand of beads that held your glasses like a necklace. Even now, you knew Harry wouldn't mind if you were dressed up or down, and yet you found yourself fretting over your appearance tonight anyway.

As you layered the last of your necklaces, a mix of colorful beads and stones with a gold heart-shaped locket at its center, you heard a knock on your door. "Shoot," you muttered, fingers slipping now that your nerves were kicking into full gear. Pausing your battle against the tiny brass clasp, you left your room to get the door, words tumbling out of your mouth before Harry could even make a sound.

"I'm not ready yet, I'm sorry. I got so caught up in going over the conversation topics I picked out that I forgot I actually had to physically get ready for tonight, which took much longer than it should have, and now I can't get this infernal necklace to clasp because my hands won't stop sweating, and every time I think about you or tonight my mind quite literally stops working for a minute and I forget what I'm doing. And all of that is to say that I'm not ready. Yet. I'm not ready yet."

Harry blinked as he processed everything you'd just said, and your face flushed because, really, did you have to reveal how nervous you were the nanosecond you opened the door?

"That...was all in one breath," he finally said. "I'm impressed."

Your whole face felt like it was on fire, but even though it had been a year since you'd spoken, you could tell that Harry wasn't teasing. He really was impressed.

"Do you mind helping me? With—With the necklace? I don't think I'll be able to get it, and it'll probably be easier if you just—Edward?"

Shoot, you thought. You hadn't meant to call him that. "Harry, I mean. Sorry. I don't know why I said that."

Even after messing up and correcting yourself, you still hadn't managed to garner his attention. Well, you had, he just wasn't looking at your face.

Harry's gaze was thorough as he took you in, his eyes lingering on your hips, then your chest, which was tastefully on display due to the cut of your dress. You felt his stare, almost as intensely as if he was actually touching you, though you knew that was quite literally impossible. But you still felt it, your stomach flipping around giddily as his gaze became heavy-lidded.

"Am I...dressed appropriately?" you couldn't help but ask, which seemed to get Harry's attention.

"Huh?"

"You never actually said what we'd be doing, and I read this article about the top nine date activities, and going to a restaurant was number one. Nine and ten were bike rides and amusement parks, but I took my chances. Hedged my bets, if you will."

God, did you sound like this all the time? You told yourself that you were rambling more than usual because of the added stress of going on your first-ever date with Harry and told yourself you would stop once you crossed the threshold of your door and officially started your date. But one quick look at Harry's tousled curls pushed to one side and the cozy sweater that made him look adorable and sexy—a winning combination if there ever was one—you knew you'd be tongue-tied for a while.

"You're perfect."

Your eyes widened, surprise and delight taking over your entire body. Smiling, you offered him a quiet thank you before asking him to clasp your necklace again, turning around before he could see the blush on your cheeks.

Harry's fingers were delicate as he draped the necklace over your collarbones and fastened the clasp into place. You could feel his shallow breaths on the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps on your skin and making your toes curl. You know you and Harry agreed on a proper date, which meant, you actually had to go on said date and not just skip to the end. But as the pads of his fingers began to glide across the exposed skin of your shoulder and down your arm, his lips puckering against the rapid beating of your pulse point, you wondered if you could just skip all that.

His hands came around your waist and felt along the front of your dress and squeezing appreciatively where he pleased. It made you feel molten inside, like clay that could only be shaped by his hands. You sagged against him a little, taking pleasure in his admiration of your body.

A breathy sigh escaped your lips as Harry continued to knead and squeeze and pinch, cold air biting at your neck as he dragged his lips across your skin.

Every thought, every topic of conversation you'd prepared, every worry you had, evaporated into thin air, like it never existed in the first place. You couldn't feel anything but serendipitous pleasure as you both indulged yourselves on feelings that had been locked deep in your hearts for perhaps far too long. There was logic that needed to be considered—your tornado-stricken room, the cats, the actual date itself—but logic and reason seemed to have retreated too far into your mind to grasp.

"The—The date," you managed to say, though Harry practically swallowed the words with a kiss, his nose nudging yours playfully before capturing your bottom lip with his teeth. You hissed, but leaned in closer so he could do it again.

Harry didn't answer for a moment, two moments, three, not in any rush to go anywhere but further into your apartment, do anything but suck your tongue into his mouth. You whimpered, struggling to hold it together both physically and mentally.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, like he hadn't even heard your measly attempt at bringing up the date you were supposed to be on.

Your heart raced at the compliment, but a seed of doubt flickered irritatingly in your mind. You willed it away, but it was as stubborn as a splinter in your hand or a piece of fuzz in your eye. You wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until it was gone.

"I—"

"Don't think for one second it's just the dress," Harr said calmly but firmly. You had no idea, but he could feel you tense at his compliment and knew exactly where your mind drifted. He knew you. "You came up with things to talk about on our date? Research before our date? Fucking hot, Professor."

You couldn't help but giggle, especially when the nips to your skin became more playful. "Don't tease."

"I'm not," Harry insisted. For the first time since this impromptu kissing-and-feeling took place in the middle of your apartment, Harry tipped your chin up so he could look you in the eye. You saw nothing but sincerity there, his lips swollen and a deeper shade of pink than usual as he grinned. "I told you before, Y/n. I find every little thing about you mesmerizing."

You knew it wasn't physically possible, but you felt like your heart swelled in your chest from just those words alone. Any minute doubts in your mind turned to dust right then. Harry knew you, knew all of your quirks and odd habits and tendencies and behaviors, but he never once faulted you for it or tried to change you.

Kissing him once on the cheek, you said, "I know the last four and a half minutes might have proven otherwise, but I really would like to go on our date."

Not a single flicker of disappointment crossed Harry's face at that. His eyes just crinkled as he released you from the circle of his arms, but not before kissing you one last time. "Me too. I have something pretty interesting planned and I would hate to let it go to waste."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A place called the Russian Tea Room," Harry said, offering you his arm once you'd straightened out your dress and fixed your hair, both of which had been thoroughly rucked up by him. "I figured a little Eastern European history with our date couldn't hurt."

You resisted the urge to jump on him right then and there.

For a whole year, you'd gone without talking to Harry. That came with its own slew of pain and regret and resentment, but above all of that, you really just missed his companionship. It wasn't that you just missed talking to someone in general about history and novels and astronomy, but you missed talking to him about all those things. And to think that he picked out a date that would capture the essence of your old "book club" sessions, it made you love him all the more.

Harry was just so...Harry. Because of course he would pick out something that would have educational value. You loved to learn and share knowledge, loved discussing history, and he loved to listen and engage with you like no one else ever bothered to before.

"We should probably call and tell them we might be late to our reservation," you said as you walked down the streets of New York toward the subway. You figured with all the time you spent fooling around in your apartment, you'd definitely be late for any reservations Harry made in advance.

"You might have to call," he said, sounding the slightest bit sheepish.

"Why?"

Harry grinned and patted his pockets. "I was so nervous about tonight that I left my phone at the hotel."

Unable to stop yourself, you snickered, leaning against Harry's arm to try and muffle the sound. "You? Nervous? I don't believe it."

"I'm serious!" he insisted. "I kept changing my clothes and my shoes, not realizing that I was running late to pick you up, and I just left. Without it."

You laughed, and Harry did too. It was comforting to know that Harry had been just as anxious about tonight as you'd been, to know that you scrambled his brain as much as he scrambled yours.

You kissed his arm, running your thumb up and down the thick knit of his cardigan. He felt so cozy, looked so handsome. It made you want to kiss his cheek until a dimple appeared and run your hands beneath his shirt at the same time.

But even so, the idea of a Russian-themed tea room was too intriguing to not talk about. There was too much to talk about, in fact. It would probably be for the best if you started on politics now so you could talk about the fun stuff like architecture and art styles when you got there.

When you asked Harry how much he knew about the Tsars and Tsarinas of Russia, he shrugged and said, "As much as the next person, I suppose. I did a little research beforehand so I could at least try to impress you, but go ahead. Tell me about it."

You squeezed his arm excitedly began, trying to decide on the best course of action. "Well, you see..."

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seung-mong · 1 year

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binsung - dealines pt. 2

includes: dom! changbin x fem reader x switch! jisung, semi public sex, power play to the MAX, changbin's kinda possesive, humiliation, dacryphilia, breeding kink, face fucking, oral (m and f receiving), cum play (kinda nastee), changbin is mean, slight voyeurism. hint of polyamorous relationship at the end?? lots of bullshit about history so if uk the actual answers pls ignore what i typed down i was just talking shit tee bee eich. ALSO this is my first time writing a threesome ERM lmk what u think NOT PROOFREAD I WAS TOO EXCITED HEHE

wc: 6.1k of pure filth literally porn with little plot wtf is wrong w/ me?? blame changbin <3

you cant even reach for the doorknob, seemingly frozen in place. you're early for mr. seo's class, but there's already people seated in the lecture hall, eyes glued to their phones or heads dropped down to their desk.

you can see his frame leaning against the table, dark slacks perfectly hugging his thighs, his white button down tucked in. he looks annoyed, flipping through the papers on his desk with a disappointed sigh. he looks fucking delicious, and you can't help the way you clench your thighs, a familiar pulsing between your legs so strong you have to catch your breath. you're not sure why you don't have the strength to walk in yet, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you slowly lift your hand to reach for the handle.

"are you gonna go in? or..." a soft voice asks from behind you, dark charcoal eyes hiding behind a sweep of dirty blonde hair, eyes that dart towards you then quickly to the floor, a red hue spreading across his cheeks.

"oh! jisung." you yelp in surprise, half mortified half amused at the thought that he had been waiting for you to go in the whole time, watching as you fought with yourself in your head. he looks so cute, baggy grey sweatpants that hang on his hips nicely, a large oversized hoodie that seems to swallow him whole, and the white beanie he always wears when its cold enough outside.

"hi, y/n." he mumbles bashfully, still refusing to look you in the eye. instead, his gaze fixes on your pretty shoes, white and clean, untainted. unlike you. you watch as his stare travels upwards, eyes suddenly fixated on the cute little skirt you decided to wear today. (changbin begged you.) "you look nice today." he hums, fingers reaching forward to pinch the fabric in between his fingers.

"oh. thanks, ji." you mumble, suddenly shy.

he smiles sweetly at you, politely moving past you to grab the door handle, opening it for you. you swoon at the gesture, ducking your head under his arm before stepping into the classroom. no one makes a move to look over at whoever just entered the classroom, not even when jisung loudly closes the door behind him. this gets your professor's attention, frown immediately disappearing when he sees your blushing figure staring dumbly back at him.

he smirks at you, eyeing you hungrily as you make your way to the front of the class. changbin clears his throat, catching both your and han's attention.

"would you both mind coming up here for a moment?" changbin's voice is gruff, an eyebrow raised at the pair of you.

with shaky knees, you grip onto your tote bag tighter, praying that you wont collapse as you make your way to his desk. jisung trails after you, hesitant and unsure but obedient all the same.

"you look beautiful today, y/n." changbin whispers lowly enough for just you and jisung to hear, and you blush.

"thank you sir."

"mr. han." changbin acknowledges the poor boy next to you, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"sir?" he squeaks, eyes not daring to leave the floor.

"would you mind sitting in the front with miss y/n this morning? there's something i'd like for you to do." changbin says nonchalantly, but han tilts his head in confusion.

changbin smirks at his reaction, and then turns to look at you. "why don't you go sit in front baby? where i can keep an eye on you, yea?"

you nod at him, thankful that he made you sit at the very front so you don't have to carry yourself any further. you take the seat right in the middle, directly in front of your teacher's desk. you notice changbin place on han's shoulder, who buckles slightly under the weight. changbin pulls him close, bringing his face close to the younger's ear as he starts to explain something animatedly.

han's brows are furrowed in confusion, but then he suddenly goes serious, before a small smirk tugs in the corner of his mouth. your breath hitches in your throat almost comically when they both look your way, changbin's gaze cocky and confident. jisung's somewhat harder to read, wicked glint in his eyes yet he cant seem to hold eye contact with you for more than three seconds.

changbin pats jisung firmly on the back, gesturing him towards the seat next to you. he stumbles over to you, intentionally ignoring your fixed stare on him.

"what'd he say?" you ask, curious. jisung shrugs beside you, setting his backpack on the floor and settling comfortably into his chair, back slightly slumped and his legs spread, his right knee bumping against your left.

"just asked me to help him with something later." jisung whispers, arm coming up to rest on your backrest, his fingers mindlessly playing with the lace on your top. you feel his knuckles brush against your bare shoulder, and you cant help the shiver that runs through you, a shiver that jisung doesnt miss, unfortunately.

"you cold? here." before you can protest, jisung's removing his hoodie, his plain white shirt riding up a bit with the fabric of the jacket, allowing you to see a glimpse of jisung's abs, as well as the top of his underwear that hides under his pants. he lays his hoodie on top of your legs, letting the fabric cover both of your thighs.

"oh. thanks, ji." you whisper shyly. "wont you be cold though?" you ask, pouting.

jisung giggles at you, finger coming up to playfully pinch your jutted out lower lip. "oh, i'll be warm in just a minute babe." he whispers, leaning nearer towards you. you dont get a chance to process his words, his hand resting on your knee.

"right." changbin clears his throat in front of the class, pinching the bridge of his nose before he readjusts his glasses. "good morning, everyone."

a low murmur of 'good morning' resonates through the room, half of the class already asleep. you can't even blame them, not really. not when the cold of the classroom is just soooo comfy and lulling you to sleep, along with the comforting way jisung's fingers trace patterns against your inner thigh.

hang on. how did his hand get there?

"i have to say, i'm very disappointed with the results of the latest exam." changbin's voice demands respect, his deep voice rumbling in your ears. you see a couple of students sit up straighter, those who had been sleeping lifting their head up groggily at your teacher's tone.

"who here wants to graduate?" changbin asks, nonchalant.

you look around the room to see your classmates raise their hand with confused faces, and you turn to the front, your own hand raised.

changbin looks around the room, bored. "half of you wont."

the room suddenly goes quiet, a somber look on everyone's faces.

"seriously what the fuck are these scores? 10 over 50, 12 over 50, 8 over 50? has no one been paying attention in class?" changbin sighs, walking over to the front of his desk and sitting on the edge of the table, a spot you're familiar with.

"it reached the point i thought i was the problem, but if i were, then why are some people acing the test? this isn't a reflection of my teaching, i dont think. not when i have given the material, taught the material thoroughly, and have even gone as far as to spoonfeed some of you hopeless cases." changbin ends his rant with a sigh, shaking his head.

you cant help the feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach. fear? respect? then why were your thighs clenching at how angry your teacher was? and why the fuck is han jisung's hand in between your thighs?

"ji," you warn him, gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist, trying to pry his hand away.

"trust me." the boy beside you whispers, leaning closer to you, mouth right next to your ear as he presses a sneaky kiss just below your jaw. you exhale shakily, instantly relaxing when you feel jisung's knuckles brush against your clit over your panties.

"mr. kim." changbin suddenly calls.

your classmate stands, messy hair spilling out from underneath his cap, glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. seungmin, you think his name was. he was top of your class, and super cute.

"sir?" he asks, almost unsure.

"throughout history, powerful elites have dominated. can you tell me how the relatively less powerful and the truly disenfranchised fit into history?" changbin challenges.

you see seungmin gulp.

everyone's eyes are fixed on the exchange, despite how hard it is to watch. jisung isnt having trouble looking away though, it seems.

"jisung, what are you doing?" you hiss, feeling his skilled fingers roll your stocking down, middle finger catching the side of your underwear and pulling it to the side, allowing him access to your cunt.

"just following instructions, y/n." jisung whispers against your ear. you suddenly feel changbin's gaze on you, hard eyes staring right into yours as you feel a fire grow in the pit of your stomach. changbin smirks lazily at you, sending you a quick wink before he attends to the stuttering student who tries to answer his question.

you let out a gasp when jisung dips his finger into your entrance, collecting your slick and bringing it back up to rub on your clit. you hold on tightly onto his wrist as he gently rubs you, fingers circling your clit in a precise, practiced manner.

"ji," you whine, trying your hardest not to moan out when he lightly pinches your clit in between his pointer and his thumb. "why? are you.."

"sir said you needed to be thoroughly prepped."

your eyes roll back at the thought, and it doesnt help that jisung chooses that exact moment to sink two fingers into your wet heat.

"a-and as sad- er unfortunate as it sounds, there is a need for that clear difference in power, it is vital in balance, n-no matter how ideal a perfect world sounds, there are just too many factors affecting the dynamics. and- and"

"thats enough," changbin raises his hand, giving the student a tight lipped smile, offering him a break. "thank you, mr. kim. you aced the test, by the way."

seungmin sighs in relief, dropping back into his seat as his seatmate, hyunjin, pats him on the back.

"mr han." changbin suddenly calls, and you freeze.

jisung doesnt, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. "yes sir?"

changbin smirks. "in discussing nationalism, historians are divided over whether or not people had any sort of national identity prior to the nineteenth century. what are your thoughts?"

jisung curls his fingers upwards, hitting your spot. you have to choke back a moan, now that everyone's eyes were fixed on the back of the boy's head. jisung starts to answer, but you honestly cant even understand what he's saying, not when he keeps his fingers in you, opting instead to rub insistently against your g-spot. you have to bite the back of your hand, leegs slightly shaking when he doesnt give you a break, fingers really digging into you harshly, his thumb resting comfortably on your clit and giving it a tap every now and then.

"so while there is evidence that points to people developing awareness to national identity in the nineteenth century, i believe that people have always had a sense of national identity, whether or not they knew what it was. id like to argue that its instilled in us somehow the moment we are born and declared as a citizen of our nation." jisung finishes smoothly, feeling you start to clench around his fingers.

"interesting take, mr. han. miss... y/n?" changbin calls out your name and you want to scream.

"s-sir?" you ask, breathless. changbin scoffs at the needy tone of your voice, making his way to stand directly in front of the table you share with jisung. his eyes flicker to the way jisung's arms subtly moves against the table, that if anyone were to look under, they'd see your pretty pussy being split open by your classmate's fingers underneath his hoodie.

your eyes are tearing up from how good jisung is making you feel, thumb now circling your clit.

god you feel like you could cum any moment.

"are you alright, miss y/n? you're looking... flushed. do you have a fever?" changbin asks with a subtle smirk, leaning down to press his hand against your forehead. his fingers gently push back the strands of hair that stick to your forehead due the thin sheet of sweat that formed there.

"i-im doing just.... fine! i-im.. i'm fine, sir!" you squeak, praying to any god up there to help you hold it in, to not cum in front of your whole class as they watch you with concern.

"oh but you're burning up." changbin coos with fake sympathy. he crouches next to you, hand coming down to harshly grip your thigh as he leans forward, whispering into your ear.

"cum now and you're not getting any cock later. understood?" changbin hisses, and you start to feel tears pool in your eyes.

"b-but sir." you whimper, fingers wrapped tightly around jisung's wrist in an attempt to stop him.

"don't fucking stop." changbin warns lowly at the boy beside you, who obeys. "baby," changbin coos, pretending to explain something to you so as not to arouse any suspicion from the rest of the class. "none of that attitude, understood? obey and i promise to fuck you real good later."

you want to throw up, trying so hard not to fall part, but jisung's fingers are like fucking magic, never missing your spot and filling you up nicely. you feel like you're about to pee, fear running through you at the thought of possibly squirting right here, in front of everybody.

"any questions?" changbin suddenly straightens up, addressing the rest of the class.

he's met with silence and a couple of students who can't seem to meet his gaze.

"good. now get the fuck outta my class." changbin sighs, walking over to his desk and pretending to arrange papers. you stay as still as possible watching as other students hurriedly stuff their books into their bags, slinging it over their shoulder, eager to escape the tension.

the last student closes the door behind her with a gentle snap, the sound travelling straight to your pussy at the prospect of what was about to come.

"she cum yet, jisung?" changbin asks, not even looking at either of you, gaze fixed on the papers on his desk.

"not yet, sir. she's holding it in like a fucking champ." jisung coos, pulling his fingers out of your dripping core. you feel like your clit is on fire, thighs shaking at the loss of jisung's touch. he brings his fingers straight up to his mouth, tongue flicking in between his digits to lap at your juices.

"did i say you could have a taste?" changbin's voice is stern as he slams his palm on the table, making you both jump.

"n-no, sir." jisung whimpers, wiping his hand onto his pants.

"you'll need to learn your manners, yes? quickly." changbin addresses him, to which the younger male nods sheepishly.

you still feel like you're about to cry, pussy painfully clenching around nothing as sobs threaten to break through. changbin coos at your state, walking over to place a hand on your head.

"you've been such a good girl for me." he praises, kissing the side of your face. you cant do anything but whimper, hands reaching out to clutch onto your teacher's shirt.

"sir, please. wanna cum so fucking bad." you sob, delirious with the delicious pain of neglect, your cunt throbbing with want.

changbin hums at you, gentle hands wrapping around your body, lifting you out of the seat with ease. "jisung, lock the door."

jisung obeys instantly, scrambling out of his seat to lock the door and cover the tiny window with a piece of paper.

you cling onto changbin, arms wrapped around his shoulder, legs trapping his waist against you. he walks you over to his desk as if you weigh nothing, setting you down on the corner of the table and gently prying your arms away from his neck.

"shh, baby. promise ill give my good girl what she wants." changbin soothes you, and you dont even realize you're crying. the sight makes changbin's cock twitch in his pants, fingers reaching up to your face, thumb swiping over your tear before bringing it to his mouth. he moans at the salty taste, making you freeze.

"look so pretty when you cry, baby. almost wanna make you cry some more." changbin confesses, leaning closer to finally place his lips on yours. the kiss is sweet, almost as if he's comforting you and apologizing for putting you through the sweet torture. his tongue darts out and licks along your lower lip, teeth gently sinking into you. you wince as he pulls away, bottom lip still in between his teeth.

he only smirks at you, hand moving to your nape, making it easier for him to hold you against his face. "jisung." he suddenly calls out to the younger male who watches from the side of the desk, cock painfully hard in his sweats as he watches you two make out.

"sir?' his voice is croaky, throat dry from watching you subtly try to roll your hips against changbin.

"come over here and take y/n's top off." he directs jisung, who rushes over to you, placing himself behind you.

it's an interesting and almost sinful feeling, having changbin's rougher hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the table so he slot himself in between your legs, bulge in his slacks rubbing against your dripping cunt. then there's jisung, gentle fingers trailing down your shoulder, reaching over to your front to unbutton your shirt painfully slow, taking his sweet time as he leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed skin.

you don't know where to put your hands, settling to place it behind you so you can lean back, making it easier for both men to grope you, changbin roughly gripping onto your ass and jisung hesitantly slipping his hands underneath your top to rest on top of your breasts. jisung pauses, as if remembering something.

"s-sir?' jisung asks, shifting his weight onto his other foot in fear.

"hmm?" changbin hums, too occupied with playing with the hem of your stocking, halfway rolled down your thigh thanks to jisung's earlier ministrations. he can feel the slick cover your thigh, sticky and warm. he rolls your stocking down impatiently, letting it fall to the floor before flipping up your skirt and grabbing onto your panties as well.

"can i- can i touch her? sir?" jisung asks for permission, biting his lip. he's usually always the one who takes control when it comes to sex, so the thought of asking someone else for permission is new to him. after all, he's never had sex with someone who so naturally demands dominance the way changbin does.

"yes, you may. good boy, asking for permission." changbin coos.

oh. jisung definetely liked that.

"sir," you whine, desperate for his attention. changbin chuckles condescendgly at you, once again pocketing your underwear and stuffing it into his back pocket.

"yes, baby?"

"want your cock, please?" you ask politely, knowing you'd be rewarded for your good behaviour.

"youve been such a good girl for me today, hmm?" he coos, finally undoing the button of his slacks and dragging down his zipper, pulling his cock out and letting it slap against his clothed abdomen.

your mouth waters at the sight, hands grabbing for changbin's hips, desperate to be stuffed. jisung moans from behind you, nipping and kissing at your neck. he's a little more shameless now, hands fully groping your tits over your bra, ripping your top off of you and letting it fall to the floor.

"cum anytime you want for me, hm?" changbin rasps, chuckling when you impatiently grab at his cock, aligning it with your entrance and pulling him closer. he fills you up with one thrust, hips hitting the back of your thighs. his thumb finds your swollen clit and you can't help but gush around him immediately, blaming how worked up you were from jisung's fingers, finding sweet relief from the tightly wounded knot in your lower stomach. you cum right then and there, silent scream escaping your mouth dropped in an 'o'.

"no fucking way." jisung gasps from behind you, hands stilling.

"oh, my poor baby." changbin scoffs in disbelief, grip tight on your hips as he helps you ride out your high.

you're too relieved to feel embarrassed, hand flying to grip onto changbin's shirt. he continues to thrust into you, fingers digging painfully into your hips. you let him do whatever he wants to you, taking whatever he's generous enough to give you. jisung is having a harder time being content, though. it feels its a little unfair on his part, only getting to massage your tits over your bra, kissing your neck. he feels left out, wants your attention.

"y/n, baby." jisung whispers in your ear, followed by a soft kiss to your jaw.

"y-yea, sung?" you moan, hand reaching out to lace your fingers with his.

"wanna kiss you." jisung whines lowly against your neck, eyes fixed on the way changbin's cock repeatedly sinks into you before he pulls out to the tip, just to slam all the way back in. for a fleeting moment, he wonders how it feels.

"awh sungie feels left out," changbin mocks, picking up the nickname you use for him. "how about you turn over so you can kiss him, hmm sweetheart?"

jisung's breath hitches at the thought, and he watches with hooded eyes as changbin pulls out of you, much to your dismay. changbin roughly flips you over by the hips, pushing you against his desk so the edge bites against your skin. changbin's hand comes down harshly on your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward with a yelp. he chuckles, gently rubbing the now red skin.

"show sungie some love, baby." changbin mumbles, easing into you once more, making the both of you groan at the contact.

but its so hard to think when changbin rocks into you so fucking good, dick hitting spots you didnt even know existed.

"baby, come on." jisung whines, reaching behind you to finally unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward and freeing your tits. he whines at the sight, tits bouncing with changbin's every thrust.

you can't think straight, you feel bad for leaving jisung out but you cant fucking help it when changbin's just fucking you so good. you muster your strength to rest on your palms, arching your back even more for changbin, looking up sweetly at jisung.

"kiss me, sungie. please?" you beg with wide eyes, and jisung thinks he could cum at the spot. he always thought you were so pretty, always smiling so sweetly at him whenever you'd pass him by in the hallways, always so kind and speaking to him in a voice so sweet. he mentally wants to punch himself, here you are in the lewdest position he could think of, getting fucked from behind with your tits spilling out and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, yet all he can think about is kissing you so good he hopes to take your breath away.

so he leans forward, hand cupping the side of your face, palm gentle against your cheek. his lips are soft and full against yours, tongue poking out shyly to taste your bottom lip, making you whimper into his mouth.

"wait, wait, im gonna cum again." you whine against jisung's lips, making him groan.

"beg for it." changbin grunts, grip on your hips so tight it almost hurts.

"please sir, need to cum so fucking bad. wanna cum on your cock, please?" you pull away from jisung to look back at your professor, pout so pretty on your lips he couldnt deny you if he tried.

"cum for me then, cum real good on my cock." changbin commands, fucking you harder, faster, to help you reach your high. your thighs are shaking from trying to keep you up for so long, and you would have collapsed face first onto the table if it werent for jisung, who harshly crashes his lips against yours to swallow your sweet moans.

"fuck, gonna cum in you. you'll take it like a good girl, wont you?" changbin grunts, ignoring your sobs of sensitivity as he thrusts even harder up into you, anchoring your hips against his as he ruts desperately into you, grinding into you.

"mhm ill take it," you whimper, hands locking with jisung's as he plants open mouthed kisses on your skin. "'m gonna take everything you give me."

"such a good fucking girl for me. just a toy for me to use, right?" he hisses, thighs clenching ss he tries to hold his orgasm off, wanting to feel your tight walls around him for just a little while longer.

"yes, sir."

changbin cums with a low groan, hips stuttering harshly against you, fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of your hips. you feel warmth shoot deep inside you, sighing contently when changbin softens inside you, slowly pulling out. jisung's eyes light up at the thought of having you next, but those eyes widen when changbin suddenly drops to his knees, spreading your ass cheeks apart and latching his mouth onto your hot cunt.

"bin, wait 'm sensitive," you whine, heat spreading across your cheeks when you hear him slurp, head spinning at how fucking dirty he is. his tongue dips into you, scooping his cum out and placing the hot, sticky liquid into his mouth. he makes sure to get every drop, really pressing his whole face into the space between your thighs, shaking his head side to side so his nose hits your clit.

he quickly stands up when he's done fishing for his cum, flipping you around and attaching his lips to yours in a beat. you moan at how nasty he is, pushing his cum into your mouth with his tongue. he makes sure to swirl his tongue around yours after, biting harshly onto your bottom lip before he pulls away.

"hold that in your fucking mouth." he growls, fingers weaving into your hair. "jisung get the fuck over here." he booms, voice demanding respect. the younger boy almost jumps over the table to obey, standing in between the two of you.

"y/n, get on your knees." changbin tells you, but he didn't really have to, not when hes gently pushing you to the ground by your head. you're face to face with jisung's crotch, his bulge so prominent against his sweats, the head poking out, a small stain near his hip.

"take his cock out, baby. i think it's time you show jisung just how much you like him. thank him for prepping you so well." changbin lets go of your hair, thumb sweetly caressing the side of your cheek. he steps back, settling down on the chair, hardening dick still out.

jisung's head is spinning at the sight of you. eyes looking up at him so sweetly, mouth open and swirling changbin's cum. he's so painfully hard, wants to shove his dick down your throat with no respect for your comfort. but he wants to be gentle, take his time with you.

you tease him, nimble fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweats, slowly undoing the tie. your eyes never leave his, rolling his sweats down, taking his cock out of his boxers where it springs into the cold air. he hisses at the temperature, knuckles turning white by his side unsure if he can touch you. you lean forward, pursing your lips and pressing a soft gentle kiss to his tip. your tongue darts out to lick at his slit, letting changbins cum trail down jisung's cock.

"fuck." jisung whimpers, the visual a little too much for him. white liquid dribbles down his shaft in thick globs, pooling at the base of his dick as you lean down to lick him clean. you finally take him fully into your mouth, mixed beads of precum from jisung's tip, changbin's cum, and your saliva mixing and trailing slowly down your throat. you swallow around jisung's dick, and he hisses, hands flying up to rest on your head. he quickly takes it back, but you whine, grabbing his wrists and placing it back.

"this... this is okay?" jisung asks, making sure you're okay with it. you nod up at him, mouth tight around his tip, sucking harshly and making his knees buckle, fingers gripping tightly onto your hair.

you're so hyperfixated on jisung you miss the show changbin's giving, stroking his hard cock as he watches you struggle to fit jisung down your throat. he could get used to this, he thinks, watching your tiny fingers wrap around jisung's base. and then there's jisung, who changbin can't deny is attractive, head thrown back to show his adam's apple, chest heaving at how well you take his dick.

"y/n." jisung whimpers, pulling his dick out of your mouth. "i-i'm so close, can i fuck your mouth? please?"

"do it." changbin grunts from the corner of the room, catching your attention. he has a cocky grin on his face, fingers wrapped tight around his cock. "fuck her throat real good, sungie. she's our toy to use. aren't you baby?"

you nod shyly at changbin before you look up at jisung, who still looks hesitant. "it's okay, sungie. wan you to use my throat." you reassure him, hands coming up to rest on his thighs, nails lightly scratching him.

"fuck, okay okay. 'm gonna hold your head okay?" jisung says, and you nod. he's always wanted to try this, always cum so fucking hard when he watches shit like this on porn. but his senses are heightened because it's you, sweet little you who he's gonna do this with, your throat he's going to be ruining.

you open your mouth, letting your jaw go slack and taking a deep breath to relax yourself before jisung shoves his dick in your mouth, hands placed firmly on your head to keep you still. jisung moves forward slowly, experimentally rolling his hips until his tip hits the back of your throat.

"oh shit shit shit," jisung mutters, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your throat contracting around his sensitive tip. he pulls back just a little before he thrusts into your mouth again, a little harsher this time and making you gag.

"sorry." he whimpers, but he isn't, not really. in fact, he wants you to gag again. wants to make you choke on his cock. he pulls back again, thrusting into your throat so forcefully his tip goes all the way down. he lets out his loudest whimper yet, setting a pace that has him going insane. his gaze is fixed on you, eyes wet with tears and drool trailing down the side of your mouth. but he can't stop. he wants to cum down your throat, wants you to choke on his cum. god, he was sick.

you try your best to breathe normally, humming lightly whenever you feel jisung hit the back of your throat. it helps you refrain from gagging, and it adds extra vibration for jisung. but then he's cradling the back of your head, pushing you so far down his cock your nose almost touches his abdomen. you try to push him away by his thighs, but jisung doesnt let up.

"please, please, stay. please, need to cum down your throat. please i'm so close y/n. fuck please please please." he whines, thighs shaking from how close he is. his whines are so pretty you can't help but listen, eyes squeezing shut as you feel his tip painfully hit the back of your throat. just when you feel like you're about to pass out, jisung lets out a high-pitched whimper, his hot cum shooting stright down your throat. you almost forget to swallow, choking a little before swallowing around him.

"oh fuck fuck fuck." jisung pants, letting go of your head and pulling his sensitive cock out of your mouth. you have to catch your breath, letting out a dry sob after finally getting air into your lungs. jisung kneels down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his lips. he kisses you sweetly as an apology, moaning when he tastes him and changbin on your tongue. you kiss him back just as roughly, fingers winding around his soft hair and pulling tightly, making him whine. you're the one who pulls away to catch your breath, but jisung just continues down your neck, pulling you flush against his chest before he decides to sit down, bringing you to sit down on top of him. you're too busy making out with him that you don't even remember changbin's in the room with you until you hear him hiss, pulling away from jisung to catch the way changbin cums against his stomach, pearly white cum shooting from the tip.

jisung whines against you, asking you to kiss him again. you comply, softly placing your lips against his. he kisses you gently now, breathing heavily against you.

"thank you," jisung says shyly, forehead resting against yours.

"for what?" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looks up at you, eyes shining.

"for letting me cum down your throat?" he jokes, and you playfully punch him on the shoulder.

you peck him on the lips, a sweet act that makes jisung's cheeks go red.

"both of you did so good." changbin coos from his seat, cleaning himself up with a tissue and stuffing his cock back in his pants. he walks over to you, planting a soft kiss on top of your head.

you melt against him, cheek resting against his thigh as he cups your head against him. jisung, not one to be left out, leans forward and rests his head against your bare chest. you bask in the silence for a while, until you hear a stomach growl.

you're not sure whose it was.

you giggle, hand coming up to comb gently through jisung's messy hair. "maybe we should get some food." you suggest, and jisung looks up at you, hopeful.

"maybe we should clean up first." changbin huffs, offering you and jisung a hand to help you up. "my apartment is just a few blocks from here. you guys can clean up there if you'd like." changbin shrugs, walking away from you to his desk, gathering his things up and organizing them into his briefcase.

you look over at jisung, who bites his bottom lip thoughtfully. "i do feel kinda icky, what do you think?"

"yea, i could use a shower. i smell like cum." you joke, and jisung cringes.

"and then when we're all done. we can get some dinner. my treat." changbin smiles gently, and you swoon.

"sounds like a good plan to me," jisung shrugs. he suddenly remembers you're still bare naked, tits out in the open. he walks back to where you were both seated just an hour ago, picking his hoodie up and slipping it over your frame.

"you look nice in my clothes." he hums shyly, and you peck him on the cheek.

"your clothes smell good." you say, letting jisung lace his fingers with yours.

changbin picks your bra and top up from the floor, folding it neatly. he walks over to you, kissing the top of your head before handing your clothes to jisung, who shoves them into his backpack. changbin then throws his arm over you, hugging you to his side. "lets clean you both up, yea?"

"dibs on the shower." you say, as you all walk out, jisung squeezing your hand as he groans.

"we can always shower together." jisung suggests, wiggling his eyebrows up and down and making you giggle.

"i dont care who showers first or how you shower. just dont use up all my water." changbin sighs, turning all the lights off and locking the door of his classroom behind him.

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