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THE WAY HES STANDING IS KILLING ME

LOOK AT HIM

taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.

[10/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡ (cr. heybaetae)

thinking about men who rarely ever masturbate but after meeting you they find themselves letting their hand wander and linger a bit longer below the belt. It’s obscene what he’s doing, if you knew you’d be disgusted by him but he just..can’t help himself it feels too good, thumb swiping his tip and palm gently stroking from base to tip, his hips thrusting into his palm and your name on his lips. he’s sweaty and his breath is uneven but the image of you playing in his head is vivid enough for him to not care about his appearance and instead desperately chases his high with the picture of you behind his eyelids. and it doesn’t stop there, he buys..a toy too. he’s ashamed that he’s even purchased such a thing but his hand is getting old and he’s beginning to wonder what you feel like. when he slides the lubed up silicone down his shaft he lets out a hiss and his jaw clenches as he grunts your name. it’s sinful the way his hips rock back and forth into the toy, his mind imaging you underneath him instead, cunt bared open for him, slick dripping down his cock as you tell him to fuck you harder and deeper. needless to say the toy doesn’t last long, he breaks it after a few uses and once it does he decides it’s time he asked you on a date

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perv!simon has taken over my brain thank u.

simon riley who’s maybe a bit too friendly with you—his neighbour. always finding an excuse to touch you, whether it be his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he claimed to have seen a stray eyelash sitting there, or putting his hands on your waist to manoeuvre you to the side to let him pass. he always found some way to be touching you, and you, poor naive you, never took notice to why he would. you always just assumed he was friendly with you because you two were friends.

simon riley who snuck into your bedroom when he was over at your house. you had invited him over on a hot summer day to swim in your pool, figuring he might like to cool off. with the excuse of needing to use the bathroom, he left you in the backyard to float on your floaty in the pool as he ventured to your room, his eyes almost immediately landing on your laundry hamper in the corner. he let his thoughts race for a moment as he toyed with the idea in his mind.

simon riley who took one glance out the window at your relaxed body on the floaty, splayed out with sunglasses over your eyes, the purple bikini you wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. he felt his cock twitch in his swimming shorts. without much hesitation, he moved towards your laundry hamper and dug through. it didn’t take him long to find a pair of your thongs.

simon riley who knew he was a dirty little perv for pumping his cock slow and languid in your bathroom, your pretty panties in the hand wrapped around his cock and his swimming shorts around his ankles. he smoothed his thumb over his slit, letting out a shallow breath from the action. he moaned loud and threw his head back when he used his other hand to cup his heavy balls. he wished so badly he could fill you, both with his cock and his cum. he wanted to pump you full and watch you swell with his child. he wanted to stuff your throat with his cock and have you drool and gargle around the thickness. he wanted to claim you as his and ruin you for anyone else.

simon riley who came hard when he heard you call out for him from downstairs. his groans filling the space of the bathroom as he shot hot spurts of cum on his thighs and on your panties. his chest heaved and his eyes were shut tight, abs hurting slightly from tensing so hard during his orgasm. he didn’t hear the taps on the stairs, and he didn’t hear them get closer and closer to the bathroom door. but when your voice spoke from the other side of the door, he knew something was seriously wrong with him when his cock started getting hard again.

imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.

he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”

which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.

after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.

“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.

“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”

“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”

“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.

“suna we’v-“

“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”

“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”

“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”

“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”

“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”

“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”

“im still 18 though.”

“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.

“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3

Seungmin’s Small But Certain Happiness ♡ 210517

the equivalent of “my girlfriend had a dream that i cheated on her and now i am taking her shopping to apologize” is satoru finding your old diary from when you were in high school and skimming through it then coming across a page filled with another man’s name inside of a heart and now you have to keep a diary again to write his name inside of a heart multiple times over and over for him to forgive you

my favourite bakugou x you trope is the one where he randomly gets thrown 10 years into the future by a villain with you (or to spice things up, his current gf/ “situationship” who isn’t you) by his side and they discover that bakugou is a number 1 pro hero now who’s very established, agency and billboards - the whole nine and he’s chuffed, he really is.

he tries to keep a low profile as he doesn’t want to alter the future and change the past but he sees you across the street - decade older, very pretty you donning a wedding ring on your finger and he’s sick, practically throwing up when he also sees a baby in your pram that he’s sure isn’t his…

until he sees his future self exit a building and scoop you up into his arms, then leaning down to pick said baby from its seat - and the baby is the spitting image of bakugou.

he has to hide behind the alleyway bin to alleviate his breathing.

you've been friends with bakugo since you could crawl. you know every single thing about each other.

he knows your favorite colors. you know his ears turn red when he's lying. he can always make you laugh with that intoned snark, no matter how annoying he is.

you can easily follow the way his lip curls with a sneer, pink and plush in all the ways a childhood friend shouldn't look. he can make out the distinct smell of your perfume... vanilla.. cherries... and something else. something entirely you. he can't keep his eyes from crossing, just a little.

when he can't bear your gaze any longer, he pulls you into a firm but uncharacteristically gentle headlock. there's a spot underneath his ribs that's particularly ticklish; you only use it as a nuclear last resort when escaping his all-too-beefy chokehold - jesus when did he get so big

perv!yuuji who loves putting things inside you, it doesn’t even have to be him! (f!reader)

sometimes when you’re lying on the sofa, he’ll gently paw at you with a pout on his face. his eyes and flushed cheeks letting you know he’s just so desperate to shove something in your precious pussy. :(

and when you give him the okay but tell him you’re not in the mood for full-blown sex, he doesn’t mind one bit. in fact, he waves off your apologetic tone with a gentle smile on his face, looking around and getting an idea when he sees one of your makeup brushes lying there.

he talks you into easing up, cooing and calling you names like his ‘little cutie’ and his ‘sweetheart’, while he slowly plays with your clit, his thick fingers sliding up n down through your cunt until you’re slick—just how he loves it.

he watches you softly squirm and whine for him, telling him to put his fingers in already, but he doesn’t listen. his hazy stare swaps between your pretty face and your pretty cunt. he thinks you’re so pretty, he just wants to keep you like this forever. :(

when you let out a louder, whiny ‘yuuji!’, he snaps out of his trance, finally registering your teary, desperate eyes and swollen lips. the boy giggles at your face, eyes fluttering shut as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cunnie, mumbling soft ‘sorry, baby’s before he pokes his tongue out at your little clit, turning into him hungrily licking up your sweet wetness and sucking your sensitive nub.

he peeks an eye open to see your face scrunched in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape. he grins coyly and starts teasing your hole with his finger, slipping just the tip in and out. he slips his hand away to pick up the makeup brush, sliding the tip through your folds before ever so slowly easing the thick handle into you, trying hard to not giggle while he watches up at you and listens to your whines become more stuttered as he gently pumps the brush in n out deeper inside, all while praising his pretty little love.

he pulls away and sits up just before you cum, gently pushing your legs up to your chest and smiling triumphantly as he runs his thumb over your clit and down to the fluffy head of the brush sticking out of you. he knows the brush is probably ruined now, but it’s okay, he’ll buy you a new one (and however many more it’ll take for you to let him do that over again).