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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖!

cw: sub! denki kaminari, gn! reader, toy use: bullet vibrator, nipple clamps, fleshlight. kinda heavy bondage (he is tied to chair lol), sadistic reader!!, denki being the biggest dork at the end, unedited (for now?) and POORLY WRITTEN lolol

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a/n: well @sorrowfulrosebud this was supposed to be a drabble. oopsies. everyone dont yell at me for writing this instead of kinktober IM SORRY. ALSO denki is a little silly at the end, I hope it doesn't ruin the mood for you guys :/ he is just such a nerd to me.

“No. No. Nonononono!” The blonde squeals, squirming in his chair. His legs try to kick up, causing his thighs to pull at the restraints.

You frown at him but ignore his plea, snapping the nipple clams onto the first nipple. He jumps in his chair and he lets out a yelp, muffling the sounds of the vibrator. “Don’t “no” me, you were the one to beg for this.”

In an instant, Denki’s face shifts into a wicked grin, and you roll your eyes. “You know I like to put on a show,” he purrs, “makes it more kinky, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, you sick pervert.” You use the remote to turn up the vibrator logged inside him a setting higher, and the blonde gulps, letting about a small mewl. Then, you clamp the metal onto his other nipple, forcing another pained noise out from his mouth.

“Ow! Ow!” He screeches, twisting from left to right in his red rope bindings. “It still hurts! Y-You got to be gentle with me!”

You reach for his thigh, giving him a teasing slap. “Quit that. Gentle with you? You would throw a hissy fit if I was.”

He remains quiet at that, agreeing with you, and the action makes you grin. You grab the fleshlight and begin to pour a copious amount of lube onto it while Denki squirms in his chair, excited for what’s to come. The bullet vibrator placed meticulously on his prostate was sending his head spinning, but to add something around his cock too? He was already daydreaming about how hard he is about to orgasm.

In one quick motion, you slide the entire thing down his length. His reaction is immediate; his back arches and he let out a moan. “There ya go,” You hum, “You like that, don't you baby?”

You don’t ease into it, knowing he will complain if you do. So, instead you set a ruthless pace and Kamari already feels himself begin to drool. His eyes roll back and he begins to hump into the toy, not caring that his hips were basically strapped down into the chair. “Y-Yeah. Can you…Vibrator?”

You smile at the boy, nodding to him before reaching over and clicking the button onto the highest setting. He groans out, a lazy smile plastered on his face. “Fuck yeah. Fuck, this is heaven, ‘s got to be.”

You scoff at him, trying not to roll your eyes. He was always the dramatic type, trying to find the most creative ways to show his love for what you do to him. It was cute though, so you didn’t mind too much.

His hips continue to buck into the fleshlight, and his ass lifts slightly up the chair, going against the binds to try and reach it better. The vibrator in him makes a loud buzzing noise and every once in awhile he stops his desperate humping to try and push back into it.

The noises he let's out are loud, high in pitch, as if he was trying to tell everyone around him how good he was feeling. It makes you wonder if you want to put a gag on him, but be always gets so pouty after you do, and you didn't know if you want to deal with that. So, you let the neighbors hear his cries — it was better than the annoying sound of the vibrator, to you and Denki at least.

Eventually his hips start to thrust up too high, and the rope begins to rub against his thigh. He was going to hurt himself at this rate, and that's the last thing you guys needed. You rest your hands on his thigh, pushing him down against the chair. “Kaminari, relax, it's not going anywhere. You don't gotta chase the toy.”

He shakes his head, continuing to try and buck upward. His eyes are furrowed shut and his face is contorted in a frown. “Can't help it. Love it, s-so much!”

You yank the toy away and Denki lets out a noise akin to a puppy yelping in pain, which causes you to roll your eyes. “No. Please no! I'm sorry I'm sorry ill relax. Don't take it away, I can't cum without it! I'll be good, a good boy for you I promise!”

Your face heats up at his lewd words and you pause for a second. His cock twitches from the coolness of the air, and you watch as a glob of pre drops onto the chair. He whines, and squirms in his confinement.

Then, you gulp and sigh, rubbing your hands on his thighs that are trying their best to stay planted on the chair. “It's alright, I'm not stopping,” you murmur, sliding the fleshlight onto his cock with a satisfying squelch. He cries out, and the noise loudness of the sound startled you. Your eyes flicker to his now glassy ones. “Fuck, Kaminari, you sound straight up out of a bad porno, you know that?” You say, breathless, and fixed solely on his face.

Sweat beads at his temples, and his lip trembles. His cheeks flush red and he shakes his head back and forth. The pale legs tremble in his seat but he doesn't buck upward, instead waiting for you to cover his cock. It's agonizing to him, and he wants nothing more than to fuck it, but he remains seated, instead choosing to push himself back into the bullet vibrator.

Your hands reach up to play with the chain and Kaminari let’s out a hiss, but doesn’t oppose it. The nipples have become slightly swollen from the clamp, and it causes you to frown. “Poor thing, look how red they are.”

A meek grin pulls at his face. “Y-You like it though, yeah?”

“I do. They are so cute like this,” You nod, slightly pulling on the metal, and tearing another whimper from his mouth. Your hand continues their quick motions and his moans begin to get louder. His hips begin to buck up again.

“Kaminari,” You warn sharply and he immediately presses his ass back into the chair with a short apology. You place your hand onto his face, your own apology, but for the harshness of your tone. He nuzzles into it, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “Good boy.”

He nods his head, buzzing at the praise. Drool begins to bead at the corner of his lips, and his eyes begin to get cloudy. He finds himself chanting out curse words and melting into the chair. With every stroke of the toy, every sound of the liquid gliding across his dick, he feels himself inch toward his high. The blonde's hands clench and unclench, and he mewls. “I need to cum. P-Please?”

The vibrator continues to target his sweet spot and it sends him shivering, not knowing if he should focus on the buzzing sensation or the one wrapped around his cock. But, you pull on the chain again, answering his question for him. His back arches and he cries out from the pain of his nipples being tugged uncomfortably outward.

“Yeah? That was quick, little embarrassing, don’t you think babe?”

He pouts at you, and tears begin to tumble down his cheeks. “Shut up!”.

You ignore him, instead choosing to rest your cheek on his thigh, now kneeling in front of the chair, and blinking up at him.

“‘s nothing to be embarrassed bout. I think it’s cute that you last as long as a virgin,” You coo, eyes flickering to the flesh light that keeps hiding his dick from you.

Denki shakes his head from side to side, whining at you, and beginning to sniffle from the tears. “Y-You just don’t understand,” he warbles and you raise your eyebrows. “Don’t even know what to focus on. Gonna cum, I can’t. I-I—Please!”

You smile at him, standing up again and resting your arm on the back of his chair. It creates a shadow over his body, and it makes the boy feel strangely small compared to you. He doesn’t complain.

One hand continues to stroke him, and the other plays with the chain on his chest. You pause for a moment, creating an air of dramatics, and Denki let’s out a small whine in complaint. “Alright, you can cum. I guess I don’t mind.”

He nods his head eagerly, blinking up at you with wet eyes. Then, you watch his body go rigid and his face scrunch up. Denki curses out, and you wait a moment before you grab at the chain and rip it off of his nipples.

It sends a burning pain down his and entire back and the blondes eyes widen, shocked by your actions. He borderline screams and it sends a full shiver down your spine. “Ow! Ow! Fuck. Fuck. Ow!”

But it doesn’t ruin his orgasm, in fact, it may have made it stronger. The blonde cums into the fleshlight and you watch as it drips down his cock, staining it a milky shade of white. He moans are high in pitch, and they seem to echo off of the walls from how loud they are. But they were always like this when he orgasms, so you weren’t surprised by it.

It lasts about 20 seconds total, and eventually, he slumps against the chair. You turn off the vibrator quickly, not wanting to overstimulate him just yet and pull off the fleshlight. The remaining of his cum drips from the toy and onto the tip of Kaminari’s cock. He doesn’t even spare it a glance.

Instead, he looks toward you, tongue out and licking at the excess drool left behind on his lips and chin. He pulls at the restraints, but doesn’t really put any effort to get out; it was more of just a test of whether he could get out. When satisfied by the results, he nods to himself, before turning to you. He cocks his head to the side.

“Soooooooo,” He announces loud and proud, contrasting his earlier pathetic pleas. You sigh to yourself, already knowing something ridiculous is to come from the way he is grinning at you. When Denki sees you playing along, he dramatically clears his throat. “Who’s the next star on tonight’s game show?” The voice is loud, mimicking every classic game show host. “Will it be, contestant number one, the dildo? Contestant number two, the vibrating wand? Orrrrrr the fan favorite, all-time champion, most beloved—“

You hold up two items you grabbed from the box placed neck to you and cock your head to the side. “Ball gag and cock ring?”

Denki's eyes widen, and he smiles anxiously at you. He should have known that you were going to play along with his antics, and the results were never fun. His voice is higher in pitch, and his eyes never leave the items in your hand as if terrified by them.

“W-We will find out after this s-short break, folks.” You borderline pounce on him.

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webshooterrr9 · 4 days

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dbf!miguel staying over

i mean....... i had to eventually...

w.c: 2.6k

content warning: alcohol usage, age gap (reader is 21, Miguel is 35), smut, unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight dom/sub dynamic but not really because mig is such a sweetie and reader is sassy af, teasing because mig is secretly a meanie :(, not really tho he wants it just as much as her, big scary men whimpering!!!

sorry for y'all who don't speak spanish cuz i didn't feel like adding translations because it messed up the look but dw most of it is in english

Miguel and your father have been friends since college.

When your dad needed help with homework, Miguel was there. When your dad needed someone to pass to during the game, Miguel was there. When your dad mourned the loss of your mom, taken from the world too soon, Miguel was there. There were countless nights where Miguel would tutor your dad on subjects he struggled with after missing classes to take care of you: the angel he was gifted with in high school. Although he admits you came into his life a bit too early for comfort, he has always loved and prioritized you. And Miguel quickly became your dad’s best friend because, although he never met you, he could tell just how much your father cared about you.

And so he was always there for your dad. All through college and beyond.

It wasn’t until you started college that Miguel had the pleasure of meeting you. Your dad had planned a hangout with the three of you, telling you about how important it is to have a good friend on your side, how it helped him when times got tough.

And now you’re 21 - sitting on your childhood bed after coming home from college for the summer. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about Miguel since you’ve been home. When you met him three years ago, you were somewhat intimidated by him. How could you not? Look at the sheer size of that man. But you came to know through your school breaks that he was a lot more laid-back than you previously thought. You hate to admit it, but you’ve developed a slight crush on him. It’s stupid, you know, but how could you possibly resist those deep brown eyes and that smooth baritone voice that pulls you in every time?

Knock knock “Chiquita?”

You recognized that silky tone. It was Miguel.

“Yeah?” you say, putting your phone to the side. “Come in.” The doorknob twists and your door slowly creeps open. Behind it was that beautiful man: soft brown curls, slightly hidden by a backwards cap, a strong nose, dusty jeans that hug his legs just right, and a plain white tee with a gold cross dangling from a chain around his neck. Your dad’s best friend. Miguel.

He steps into your room and lingers by the door, a lazy smile across his face. Dios… he was something else.

“¿Qué estás haciendo, mami? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You sit up straighter, trying not to look as lousy as you feel. He came in here looking like a goddamn Roman god and you’re just sitting in your pjs. “Just scrolling,” you reply. “Trying to enjoy my time without homework.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Your papi invited me over,” he says, stepping further into the room. “Just to catch up and share a few Modelos.”

You watch his arms cross over his chest, the sleeves of his tee tightening around his huge arms. “Doesn’t explain why you’re in here,” you say. “Shouldn’t you be out back with him, then?”

“What, ¿no puedo saludar a la hija de mi amigo?" he laughs. “That’s not fair.” he adds with a fake pout that makes you giggle.

“I didn’t say that,” you smile. He walks over and sits on the edge of your bed. You notice his watch gleam in the sunlight filtering through your windows. “Did you come here from work? Your shirt is dirty as hell.”

“You know how it is, beba. Being a blue collar worker is a tough job.”

You snort. “Please, being a mechanic is hardly blue collar work. You stay inside a garage all day.”

“My customers would beg to differ,” Miguel says. “You should see how many señoras come into my garage looking for a replacement for their shitty husbands.”

“Makes me feel like they’re tryna put a ring on it.” he wiggles his calloused fingers in front of you for added effect.

“Well, it makes sense,” you say. “You’re about their age anyway.”

“Oye!” he laughs. “I’m thirty-five, thank you very much. Not even close to their age.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, viejo.”

The sun had set an hour ago and he hadn’t gone home yet.

Despite the amount of times Miguel offered to leave, not wanting to overstay his welcome, your father insisted he stay for “ten more minutes” and handed him another beer each time. The sound of the two men laughing from the living room kept you awake. It normally wouldn’t bother you, since you’re a night owl anyway, but you have plans with your friend tomorrow that you have to wake up early for.

You exit the comfort of your bedroom and head into the living room where you find Miguel and your dad chatting loudly on the couch. Miguel’s arm is draped over the back of the sofa, which accentuates his already defined chest - not to mention the dim lamp light casting beautiful shadows on his face.

“Ah, mija, there you are!” your father exclaims, very drunkenly. “I was wondering where you were. No te he visto en todo el día!”

“Lo siento, papi.” You reply, leaning against the wall. Miguel’s stare feels hot on your skin. You can see him through your peripheral vision, looking as handsome as ever.

“Es tarde en la noche, chiquita.” Miguel says, his words coming out slower due to all the Modelo in his system. “Why are you still up?”

“That’s exactly why I came in here; to tell you two to shut up.”

“¡Oye! Watch your mouth, mija.” your dad says sternly, while Miguel just chuckles.

“Sorry, pequeña,” Miguel says, setting his beer down on the coffee table. “We’ll keep it down. But don’t swear at your padre, yeah? Respect your elders.”

“Uh huh.” you shrug, waving the two men goodbye as you retire to your bedroom. You were sure that Miguel would still be there when you woke up in the morning, but hopefully he’ll be passed out by then and not still chatting with your dad.

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You fall asleep almost immediately. The newly-installed fan in your room helped rid the summer heat and cool your bedroom to a comfortable temperature, while still allowing you to snuggle up under the blankets. A band tee and plain panties is all you wore, which was normal for you unless you were staying at a friend's house - at which point you’d obviously throw on some shorts. The moon shining through your windows acts as a sort of night-light, and you’re soothed to sleep by the crickets outside and the less-deafening sound of chatter from your living room.

Your alarm wakes you up around 8am, which is earlier than you normally start your day. As you go to turn off the noise, you hear a tired groan come from behind you. “Mmph… turn that off.”

You flinch and turn around, covering yourself with your blankets at the stranger in your bed. But it wasn’t a stranger. It was Miguel.

“Miguel!” you whisper-shout, nudging his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

He huffs and pushes his face into your pillow, and this is your first chance to get a good look at him. He’s shirtless, of course, but his muscular frame isn’t what draws you to him. His hair is tousled from sleep in a way you haven’t seen before, a grumpy pout peeking out from the pillow he’s buried his face in. He still has his gold chain around his neck, but he seems to have discarded his hat and jeans - which you see laying on your floor. You knew this man was gorgeous… but this was the most stunning you’ve ever seen him. The morning light only makes it better.

“Tu papá durmió en el sofá,” he mumbled, the sleepiness of his voice making him sound more attractive than ever. “And his room was too hot to sleep in.”

“That doesn’t explain why you decided to crawl into my bed unannounced.” you say.

He turns his head to look at you, and one of his arms slides under his pillow to prop himself up. “Cálmate, princesa. You had tons of room and it was cool in here.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

You sit up and brush the hair out of your face, trying to wake yourself up so that you can get ready. Miguel sleepily snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you back down. Your head flops on the pillow and messes up your hair once again.

“Quédate, mami. Sleep with me.” he mumbles, closing his eyes once more.

“E-Excuse me!?” Oh you were definitely blushing now. No way he just said that! You knew that he didn’t actually mean it like that… but you also knew that he wasn’t dumb. Whether his intentions were pure or not, you knew that he worded it that way on purpose. Was your silly little crush reciprocated?

He hugs you closer to him, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The cold metal of his necklace makes you shiver, especially in contrast with how hot his body is. Temperature, you mean.

“You heard me.” he doubles down.

“Do you even-”

“I know what I said, chiquita.” Miguel opens his eyes now - the lazy drawl of his voice becoming more awake and purposeful. His gaze on you is unbearable. You could feel the intensity of his stare. “And I know what I meant.”

You stare at him in silence. How could you speak? The man who you’ve had a crush on since you started college was in your bed, half naked, making a move on you. Part of you thinks that he’s waited long enough to finally do this, but another part of you feels some sort of guilt. He’s over a decade older than you, and a family friend no less. You can see through his eyes that he feels similarly, but his passion is overpowering any sense of guilt. Besides, you’re both adults. How bad could it be?

He leans over you, pinning you down onto your own mattress. A position that’s typically domineering, and yet, you can see his gaze soften uncharacteristically for him. He brushes a strand of loose hair away from your face.

“Que linda…” he mumbles, eyes trailing all over your face. “Eres tan hermosa.”

Miguel leans his face closer to yours, his gold cross dangling from his neck and touching yours. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. You’re stunned but also… excited?

“Miguel.”

“Yes?”

“Quiero sentirte.” you whisper, your eyes meeting his. You hear his breath catch in his throat. “Tócame. Hazme el amor.”

He chuckles, a flirty pout crossing his face. “Oh, pobrecita…” he grins, tracing your jawline with his dexterous fingers. Your face tilts up closer to his, your lips brushing as he speaks. “You know I can’t do that.”

...

What?

“Why not?” he can visibly hear the disappointment in your voice. It almost makes him feel bad, especially with how beautiful you look in the morning light.

“Don’t wanna wake your papi, nena.” he caresses your face once more, leaning back a little so he can look at your face properly. “I can’t make you scream while everyone else is asleep. We have to keep this a secret. But where’s the fun in sex if I can’t hear your pretty whines, hm?”

You smack his chest. “Oh fuck off, Mig. Come here.”

Before he can respond, you grab him by his necklace and drag him down to your lips. The moment your mouths connect, it’s like fireworks going off in his head. He swears you taste better than any bizcocho he’s ever had. Miguel holds your waist as you tangle your hands through his hair, and he lets out a soft groan. His hips involuntarily rut against your thigh, and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

His hand dips between the two of you to tug your panties down, freeing your skin to his touch. His thumb lazily circles your clit, while the other calloused hand is still resting on your hips. He feels like he’s in heaven, feeling you squirm underneath him, but he knows this is only the start of the fun you’ll have together. He swallows every sound you make with his lips on yours, his tongue fighting with yours for control. He pulls his hands back once he’s sure that you’re wet and ready. You two are gasping for air by the time your lips part, and his deep eyes look into yours with a silent plea. You nod your head desperately.

Miguel makes quick work of removing what little clothes he had left on his lower body before sinking into your warmth, slowly but surely. You gasp.

He leans his forehead against yours, savoring the moment of stillness. It’s like you two are in your own little bubble - no one else can interfere. He kisses you lovingly as he starts to move, silencing any moans or sighs you might have that others could hear. You’re just for him, no one else can experience you. His thrusts are slow, but agonizingly deep. You feel it deep in your core, kissing your cervix with every push of his hips forward.

“God…” he whines. “You feel so fucking good. So good for me, baby.” You arch against him, your hands dragging along his back for support. He glances down at where your two bodies connect, and the sight almost makes him pass out. “Que cosita más linda, mami.” he whispers.

“Damelo… please..” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut with all the pleasure you feel.

“I am, nena, I am. It’s all for you, princesa. I promise.”

His pace speeds up a little more, but he’s still pushing into you just as deep, “Show me you love it, baby. Mírame.”

You meet his gaze with glassy eyes, breathing heavily and nails digging into his back. You wrap your legs around his slim waist and he throws his head back at the tighter feel. “That’s it, baby. Así así…”

He’s rutting into you wildly, chasing his high. You look down to watch as his dick disappears into your cunt. The wet sounds of his hips smacking yours clouds your mind. Each roll of his hips brings you closer to the edge. “You’re so pretty, muñeca. So so pretty f’me.”

His large hands sneak under your t-shirt and grope your tits, squeezing and caressing in a way that makes you hazy. “Want you to look at me while I fill you up. Can you do that for me, baby?”

You nod your head frantically, scratching the skin of his shoulders. You’ve never wanted anything more. The two of you are getting dangerously close to climax, and you swear you can hear him whimper.

“God, baby, feels so fucking good. No puedo más, no puedo más…!”

A squeal escapes you as he spills into your heat, with your own crescendo arriving shortly after. There’s a creamy white ring around his base as he starts to slow the roll of his hips. Miguel eventually stills and collapses, hugging you close in the same sort of cuddle as before, but still resting inside you.

After the exhaustion wears off, you pull back to stare into his eyes. A hand comes up to cup his face, rubbing his flushed cheek gently. “That was fucking amazing, Mig. I haven’t felt that good in so long.”

He laughs softly, returning your affectionate gaze. “Do you think your papi heard us?”

“Definitely not.” you giggle. “He’s a heavy sleeper.”

“That’s good.” Miguel holds you for a few more minutes, just silently staring at you. You can’t even imagine how blissed out you must look right now, but it’s all so gorgeous to him. “Eres increíble, mi vida.”

You hum in delight, stroking his cheeks once more. “You too, mi cielo.”

... you're gonna have to cancel your plans for today.

sort of switched to Miguel's pov in the last section cuz i wanted to experiment :))))

i hope you guys liked it!! dbf!miguel inspiration from @mybvalentine

and yes... he's a mechanic. it just suits him ok??

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ellecdc · 2 months

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Nsfw!

Moonwater is a bit new pairing for me and i love it too much but i always wonder how the dynamic are in the bedroom, i really dont think both men are anything other than rough.

I mean when needed the boys would be gentle but most of the time i dont think so? Remus, maybe? could be gentler but during full moon he’s an animal but regulus tho, i dont see him as the gentle type.

What do you think?

oooou ok ok I like it, I like it; let's discuss below

CW: discussing sex and dynamics, NSFW, mdni 18+

So, this first part is going to be my own personal opinion based off of who I am as a person, and my views may not be shared within the fandom. I personally struggle with super abrasive dom/sub dynamics where a male character is very overbearing, controlling, etc. THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LIKE ANY DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, just that fics where a male character is being super aggressive and demeaning and such really aren't my vibe, if that makes sense?

I personally struggle imagining our sweet, sad boy Remus as being super mean in bed? Doesn't mean I don't think he's in charge, especially in poly!scenarios because when there's that many people in bed, someone has to run the show lol, but I don't see him as super bossy and assertive.

Now, keeping in mind that this is my interpretation on a character who literally doesn't exist (which is so sad wtf), my version of 'dom!remus' looks more like a very assured, confident guy in bed; he knows what he's doing, he's good at it, and he knows how to get everyone where they're trying to go (i.e., orgasm city, obviously). He takes care of everyone in bed, and (in the case of poly!marauders or poly!wolfstar) he certainly redirects anyone's naughty (bratty) behaviour (read: sirius), but I think he'd also be super communicative and understanding that it's a dance, not a battle which adds to his assuredness and confidence in bed because people feel safe with him - they know that he knows what he's doing and can let go because they trust him with their safety and their pleasure - and he's in bed with his partner's, not his adversaries.

I've often imagined his love language (how he shows love) to be acts of service and physical touch, which I think goes hand in hand with how he is in bed; when he's in a relationship with these ships, he's making love, not just fucking

HOWEVER.....

I think you're right...some things definitely change around the full moon. I think leading up to the moon (depending on if it was a manic moon or if he was moonsick) there'd be a very noticeable change in him. For manic moons - he'd be a little more desperate, a little rougher (while still being our sweet guy as mentioned above lol), and I think there would be way more sex. He'd be insatiable and obsessed with you; "come on dovey, one more for me, yeah? you're so good, so good for me; i know you can do one more". Good luck trying to pry him from between your legs.

if he was riddled with moonsickness (immediately after every moon or leading up to a bad moon where he is sore and such), i think he might be a bit of a switch? He'd want to be held and cherished and taken care of - he'd nearly cry in awe every time you got on your knees to give him a lazy, gentle blowjob, or if you were in the mood, he'd lay back and let you ride him (he actually loved it - thought you looked beautiful up there)

Now for Regulus lolololololol

No one who grew up in the dynamics Regulus did is vanilla in bed, I'm sorry. (and I come from a place of authority in this - I relate a little too well to Sirius [though not as violent, obviously]). Honestly? I could see Regulus being mean. And not in a super demeaning way that makes you feel small or embarrassed (again, this is my preference), but he takes pleasure in surprising you by suddenly flipping you over and taking you from a different angle. By suddenly and without warning changing the rhythm of his thrusts from soft and slow to deep and punishing. He'd love marking you up - possessive af and making sure everyone and anyone knew that not only were you taken, but you were his. In the same vain, I picture him as a bit of a sadist/masochist but again, not in a super violent or demeaning way. He'd like for the fuck to be a little rough, a little hard; he loves the mixture of pleasure and pain - wants to be bit so hard he bleeds and wouldn't mind doing the same to you if you asked for it. I also think he'd be willing to try a lot of new things in bed, and some of his favourite sex is when you fuck him with a strap [if you're fem or afab].

Together?

I think Rem is still in charge - again, he's confident and assured in the bedroom and everyone trusts his authority and trusts him to keep them safe and satisfied. He would keep Reg from getting too rough or going too hard and would constantly check in to make sure you were still good with everything going on. He'd also be able to satiate any need in Reg regarding his masochistic tendencies. I believe Reg would bottom in the dynamic, but again, I think sometimes depending on the moon and how Rem is feeling mentally - he'd experiment more fluidly with Reg.

I've also mentioned before that I believe Purebloods have a breeding kink and with Remus' animalistic side due to his lycanthropy, that he would too. So I think there would be a lot of using cum as lube, taking turns filling you up with their cum, maybe some snowballing??? jesus christ I'm a sick fuck lmfao. anything to do with cum would send those boys spiralling, "no no babygirl, don't waste it" Rem would coo as he used his fingers to push cum back into your hole. or "whose do you want next, amour? Mine or Rem's?"

And I think you're right, when the time called for it, these boys would be so fucking good at making you feel nothing short of fucking worshipped. The soft, hungry gazes, the lingering and soothing touches, the praises falling from their lips as they gave you everything they got. I'd cry I think; they'd reduce me to tears for sure.

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Dating Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

Alternative!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, GN Reader/unspecified anatomy, Switch!Stu (a little heavy on the sub side), Switch!Reader, overstimulation, light bondage, pet names, after care

I’m so sorry this took so long to post and that I forgot to add the cat bit:(( I’ve just been a bit busy with work and stuff but I hope you enjoy!!

SFW

♥︎ Stu loves loves LOVES your style. soft band tees, long flowing clothes and light fabrics? he’s eating you up. om nom nom.

the way they wrap around your body like a silky cocoon is just MAGICAL to him. you’re like a witch covered in fog and spider’s silk bro.

♥︎ if you wear makeup, he is very intrigued by how you do it and will definitely make you put some on him. you know that picture of someone laying on top of another person while they do their eyeliner?? yeah that’s you guys.

he loves when you kiss him and leave a cute little lipstick stamp on his cheek.

same with painting his nails. like if you paint your nails black, he will BEG you to do his as well (i like to imagine he bites his nails, so it’s kinda hard to do with how short they’re bitten down).

♥︎ he’ll discover a band or artist that he thinks is even slightly alternative and he’ll ask if you know them (then make you listen to them if you haven’t). they may not actually be alternative, but he’s trying his best to be supportive<3

LOVES going to concerts with you. the whole vibe of the alternative/goth community is so refreshing to him. he thinks everyone is so chill and nice:)

♥︎ as I’ve stated before, his love languages are gift giving and acts of service. anything you want, he’s gonna get it for you one way or another (whether he buys it or steals it, it’s YOURS). if you guys are hanging out at the local strip mall and you get something, he’ll carry all your shopping bags for you<<33 he’ll buy you things even if you don’t ask for it; you’re constantly getting new clothes and jewelry from him that he thinks you’ll like.

he will hold doors open for you and carry your backpack at school. he’ll even let you hop on his back if you get tired of walking.

Stu definitely calls you cutie. i also think he loves to make up random nicknames on the spot. pookie bear, schnookums, muffin, ducky, sweet potato pie, honey booger.. silly stuff like that, but they’re mostly used in a humorous way. cutie is his favourite pet name for you.

♥︎ loves when you borrow his sweaters, whether they’re big enough to be a dress on you or fit you as a regular sweater, or just a lazy day shirt… it gives him cuteness aggression to the max. he just wants to squeeze you til you pop!!<3

♥︎ MOVIE NIGHTS ALL THE TIME!!! he loves cuddling up against you on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you as some cheesy slasher film plays on the tv. will go all out with snacks (he’s the type of person to put m&ms in his popcorn so be warned if that’s not your thing).

♥︎ he’s always gotta have an arm slung over your shoulders or hips no matter where you are.

NSFW

♥︎ oh lord… this man.. the first time you guys have sex is a wild ride let me tell you!!

♥︎ STU👏IS👏A👏SWITCH👏!!!

♥︎ he loves going down on you. he wants to give you as many orgasms with his mouth as possible until you can hardly handle it. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can so you know you’re his. so you know no one else can make you feel as good as he does.

once you’re whimpering and nearly crying from overstimulation, he’ll pull his mouth away from your abused sex and rub his big hands over your trembling legs and coo comforting shushes at you until you settle down before he’s sliding inside. he’ll make you come over and over again until he’s satisfied.

♥︎ but if you wanna be dominant?? USE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM.

he’s definitely a service bottom when/if you’re dominant. he just wants to make you feel good as possible.

♥︎ if you tease him while he’s bottoming and gets real desperate, he starts giggling like a mad man between broken moans. god he’s just so DESPERATE FOR YOU TO TOUCH HIM.

“hehehehehehha—ungh!~ yes!— heheh..” as a sheen of sweat is covering his hot body and tears are streaming down his cheeks, pooling at his chin, squirming and writhing against the restraints as you teasing drag the pads of your fingers up to his leaking tip. “p-please… just keep touching me like that… you’ll make me feel good? right, cutie? you’ll let me come?” he pants out, biting down on his lip to keep the nervous laughter from bubbling up again, his pretty blue eyes lidded as he stares you down.

♥︎ imagine him throwing his head back and letting out the sluttiest moan when you finally take him inside you after teasing him for so long.

“th-thank you… god, fuck! you feel so fuckin’ good…” he practically growls out, smiling widely in ecstasy as you fuck him. he lets out the most pathetic whimpers and moans when he finally comes inside you, ‘thanks yous’ falling repeatedly from his mouth.

♥︎ he loves giving as much as he loves receiving after care. if it’s not too late at night/if the two of you aren’t too tired, he’ll get a shower running for both of you, and loves to clean you up while pressing gentle kisses to any part of your body he can. he’d love it if you did the same for him. then after the shower, he’ll get you a cup of water before cuddling back up with you in bed and falling asleep<3

comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!🫶

#🐈‍⬛ anon #yandere ghostface #scream x reader #stu macher x reader #yandere scream #stu macher #stu macher headcanons

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deathbyyoongx · 10 months

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everytime; chapter 5 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 6.6k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

I know it's been a while since I updated this fic, but when I tell you a lot happened with me this year, I really mean it lol. But hey, I'm back :) <3 I haven't reread this chapter, so there may be typos.

03/08/2023

“Taehyung has been snoring the whole night, I can’t.” Jimin complained as he took another bite of his sandwich.

“I’m sorry I have a stuffy nose.” Taehyung pouted, his mouth still full of food.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin have been roommates ever since college. At first, they shared a place to cut the budget of their rent, but now they are just too lazy to search for something else. Even though, I think they enjoy living together and just use it as an excuse now.

Jimin took a sip of his drink. “Jungkook slept through the night though.”

Taehyung waited for you to add something to the conversation, but he noticed your absent mind ever since you guys lunched together. “You don’t seem excited to see us.” He frowned.

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly shaking your head in disagreement. “I am just-“ You couldn’t find words to add.

“I see you recovered quickly from being sick.” Jimin said, lips curled into a smirk, making it very clear to you that he knew it was just bullshit.

Taehyung took a bite of his sandwich. “Yeah, I heard you were very sweaty.” He said innocently, not knowing the underlining truth behind Jimin’s comment.

“I…was indeed, yes.”

Jimin thought for a second, wondering if he should say what he was about to say. “I don’t want to be that guy, but you should really talk with Jungkook. The guy has been very on edge lately.”

Of course, Jungkook again. “It’s not my fault he’s like that.” Even though it felt like it was though. And the more you started to think about it, it really felt like your fault.

“Yeah, I know. But the least you could do is text him a ‘leave me alone’ instead of not responding at all.” Jimin explained. Ever since Hoseok’s party, You started to respond very drily or not even at all to Jungkook’s texts. You really had no good excuse as to why you’ve been so absent lately, especially since Jungkook knew your work schedule. ‘You’ve never been so busy, do you have a new hobby?’ Areone of the things he would ask you. Sometimes you just wanted to text him a quick and short ‘shut up’, but that would just add more fuel to the fire.

He had a point.

“I will.” Even though you said you would, you were still not sure if you’d actually do it. Jungkook had the habit to keep asking questions and you were not a great liar. And the more he’d ask, the more suspicious he’d get about what truly happened that night.

Taehyung noticed that there was a lot on your mind. “If you want to, you can come over to our place tonight. We’re going to watch that weird movie that Jin has been suggesting for the last few weeks.” He suggested, hoping it would get your mind off of things for a moment.

However, his question made the nerves kick in. “I-uhm can’t.” Clearing your throat as you said that, before taking a quick sip of your water.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit suspicious. “How come?”

Help me find the right excuse, someone. “I have uhm-plans.”

“Why are you stuttering so much?” Taehyung asked innocently as usual.

“With whom?” Jimin asked, but his gut feeling already knew with whom.

You just started to play with the leftover food on your plate, twirling it around with your finger like a toddler, not looking at either one of the boys. “Just…someone.” The silence after you denied to give any more information became a bit too unbearable for you. You sighed and looked up to look at them. “You’re not letting me leave until I tell you, huh?”

“Of course not.” They said in unison.

You hesitated for a sec. “Just don’t go around telling everyone, alright?”

“Come one y/n, we’re not teenagers anymore.” Jimin said to convince you.

“Okay…”It’s no big deal, right y/n? You’re just going out with your ex, nothing wrong with that. “I’m going out with Yoongi tonight.” The painful silence after that statement was killing you.

Shit.

“Wait…” Jimin said as his mind started to connect the dots. “So the guy you hooked up with the night of Hoseok’s party was Yoongi?!”

Taehyung almost choked on his drink. “They hooked up?!” He then thought for a second. “I’m surprised, but also, I’m not.”

“Are you guys going to get back together?” Jimin asked, almost sounding concerned. You low-key started to regret your confession.

What was your answer to this question? “No, I don’t think so-“ The question seemed to linger around your head. Were you? Was that what you wanted? Would Yoongi even want to get back together? I mean, the man can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Think about all those girls who probably have an unrequited crush on him, they would all pray for your downfall. And most importantly, Jia, how could you go back to work if she’d found out?

Confusion spread over Jimin’s face. “What do you mean you don’t think so?”

You were starting to get fed up with these questions which where you did not know the answers to yourself. “Look, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be interested in a relationship right now,” You say slightly annoyed. “Or so I’ve heard.” You noticed Taehyung and Jimin looking at you with a doubtful look. “And I can live with that.” You reassured.

“Can you though?” Taehyung asked a bit skeptical.

“Look if I get my heart broken it won’t be anyone’s fault but mine.” They noticed you started to get more and more defensive by the second.

“You’re out of your mind.” Jimin added.

A worried gaze started to appear on Taehyung’s face. “Does Jungkook know?”

“Of course he doesn’t.” You said defeated. “I’m not obligated to tell him.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged a worrisome glance at one another before turning back to you. “Look I get where you coming from, but he won’t take it that way.” Jimin explained.

“I know.” Ever since that night, a feeling of dread started to eat you up from the inside. You felt guilty, even though you shouldn’t. You told Jungkook multiple times you were just friends, but people continue to be protective about his feelings. But what about your feelings? “I’ll just…tell him myself. He needs to hear it from me you know.” You said defeated. Taehyung nodded in agreement, but Jimin just gave you an awkward smile, knowing this won’t end well.

What have I done to myself?

Work stalled and the only thing you could focus on was the ticking sound of that dreadful clock. Yoongi was planning to pick you up from work after your shift, but the idea of Jia still walking around on the work floor made you nervous as hell. How were you going to explain to her that her casual fuckbuddy used to be your boyfriend and that ever since a few days ago, you started seeing him again? The more and more you started to think about this situation, the more fucked it seemed to be. The clock hit 5 ‘o clock, which meant it was your time to head home. You quickly checked if you missed anything on your to-do list before checking out. You quickly freshened up, and if anyone was watching you right now it looked like you were running late for something. But in reality, you just didn’t want anyone to see you looking like this. Because you hated to admit it, but you did pick your best outfit for tonight. You quickly fixed your makeup and walked out of the changing room.

To your surprise, Yoongi had been waiting inside the café for you. He was wearing a nice dark blue dress shirt and black trousers. Yoongi told you to wear something nice, but not overly formal, so you just chose a nice top in combination with a skirt. And when he noticed the effort you had put in for him, a sly smile appeared on his face. “You look good.”

Your cheeks were getting a bit flushed by his compliment. “Thanks.” You looked around a bit stressed as you walked up to Yoongi, making him frown his eyebrows, wondering why you were behaving so anxious. “Let’s go though.”

“You seem to be in a hurry, but not for the right reasons.” Yoongi said as if he could read your mind. “Worried Jia will see us, huh?”

You forced a smile as you linked your arm to Yoongi’s. “Let’s just go.” You repeated. Yoongi just scoffed but did as he was told since he didn’t want to piss you off already.

Your mission of nobody of work seeing you leave with Yoongi was successful, making you feel more at ease. Yoongi let you to his car and to your surprise it was a very nice one, coming from someone that doesn’t give two shits about cars. He opened the door for you, giving you a small smile as you hopped in. He closed the door and you didn’t know why, but your anxiety was getting the best of you. Who were you kidding, of course you knew. You were going on a date with your hot ex that everyone seemed to either want or hate.

You stepped into his car, but before starting the engine he turned to you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Relax, it’s just me.” He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly caressing it to ease the tension.

You expect your uneasiness to be that obvious. “I know, that’s the problem.” Why did I say that?

You thought Yoongi was going to snap back at you, but instead, he just smiled. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve done this before.” He said in a joking manner in combination with a wink, making you smile as well as memories of your past relationship flooded through your mind.

Yoongi started the engine and began driving, and what I sight to see it was. Seeing him drive shouldn’t be that attractive, but here we are. The older he got, the more handsome he got. You still remembered that shy quiet guy from high school, one that was not capable of being such a player. But look at him now, he had grown into a man, and what kind of man…One that women can’t seem to get enough from.

“Jimin and Taehyung were quite surprised when I told them we were going out tonight.” You said to break the silence.

Yoongi tilted his head in a slight surprise, his eyes still focused on the road. “You told them about us?” He almost didn’t believe it.

You rolled my eyes and chuckled. “It was hard not to. Especially after Jimin found out about the hickeys you had left on me.”

He proudly smiled at the thought of that. “My hard work shouldn’t go unnoticed.” He joked, making you smile at his stupid comment. “You seem to have covered them well though.” He added, noticing the lack of love bites on your neck, even though he knew they were still lingering.

You couldn’t help but pout as he said that. “Yeah, because of you I have to wake up earlier to cover them up with concealer.” You whined, making his heart melt by the way you said that.

“Cute.” He whispered under his breath. “I guess I’ll apologize for the inconvenience.” He said oddly formally, making you well aware he didn’t really mean it.

This was nice, you thought to yourself, but then your mind decided to ruin it for you again. Don’t feel special, he’s probably like this with all those other girls. Overthinking had become your specialty over the couple of years, especially when it was around the topic of ‘Min Yoongi.’ And now it had become a threat to fully enjoying your night. As you were staring out of the window, you started to notice the streets were getting oddly familiar. You narrowed your eyes as you carefully examined the buildings and street signs, trying your best to recognize why it all felt so familiar. But that’s when it hit you…

“Wait, are we…” You softly spoke, almost inaudible to Yoongi, but just loud enough for him to hear. However, he didn’t say anything and just started smiling at himself until you arrived. And that’s when your speculation got confirmed. A small restaurant hidden in the city, the outside covered with plants and fairy lights. “Oh my god, Yoongi.” It was the place where you had your first date.

Yoongi parked the car before he asked. “Don’t like it?” He was a bit unsure if this was the right move.

“No, I…do.” You were in awe as you looked a the place with wide eyes. “It is the same as how I remember it.” You smiled, turning to him, seeing his eyes were already on you. Shit. You were feeling those damn butterflies again.

“I’m glad you like it.”

As Yoongi and you stepped out of the car, you couldn’t help but get a little bit emotional about this place. Not only did you have your first date here, but many dates after that. You came so often that the boss started to recognize you every time you came, even stopping by sometimes to join in your conversations. A soft smile painted your face the more you thought of it, the feeling of nostalgia hugging you.

“Wait-“ Yoongi spoke before you walked in, gently pulling you in for a kiss. “Now we can go.”

This man…

The waitress outside greeted you with a bright smile as Yoongi asked if there was still a spot free for you two. She let you to a free table outside and you two happily sat down. “I don’t know why, but being here again is kind of weird.” You opened the menu, seeing nothing had changed from the last time you two ate here.

“I know right.” He chuckled, happy he had chosen this date idea. “Just pick whatever, I’ll pay.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi. I don’t care about these gender roles-”

“I don’t either, but I want to pay.”

You looked up from the menu for a second, noticing two piercing eyes looking at you. Your eyes widen, frozen in your current pose as your eyes met hers. Oh no…The woman quickly walked over to your table. Oh no…

“I thought I recognized you two! I haven’t seen you in ages, I thought you had moved to another city or something.” The old lady spoke with joy, almost sounding emotional at the sight of you. “It warms my heart you two are still together. How have you been?”

You moved your eyes over to Yoongi, not sure how to respond to this. However, he just smiled at her, ignoring the fact you were unsure what to do. “Yeah, we both were just so busy the last couple of years, plus we also wanted to save up some money to move out so that’s why. But luckily we finally found a free slot in our busy schedules to enjoy some time together again at our favorite place.”

You’ve never heard so much bullshit coming from someone’s mouth at once. However, Miss Kang was completely eating this up. “I’m happy to see you again. Can’t believe it’s been so long, you’ve really grown into adults, it’s making me slightly emotional even.” Were those tears in her eyes? “I’ll let you two be for now, enjoy the food!”

With a tilted head, you looked back to Yoongi, giving him a ‘what-was-that’ kind of look. He just shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to tell her the truth, go ahead. But then you’ll break a poor lady’s heart.” He said to toy with you, holding onto his chest as if his heart hurt.

“I don’t think I have the heart to do so.” I said, putting on my best act to sound emotional, making Yoongi chuckle.

Shockingly enough, there wasn’t a moment where you two fought or anything close to that. This was actually…really nice. But your mind knew its way to ruin it for you again. He better have not brought any other girls to this place…But then again, if he did, the owner wouldn’t have been so surprised to see us. Stop thinking! Just enjoy this for a second. You barely went out lately. It had just been work, work, and more work. Taking on more shifts you could actually handle. Jimin liked to tease you for it, saying you barely had any time for him and the boys. He then would follow up with a fake cry and dabbing away his fake tears.

The night flew by, and how darker the night got, the brighter the fairy lights shone. It seemed like a scene out of a movie, how romantic. After dinner, Yoongi invited you to his apartment, and not to do any funny business perse, he quickly added after suggesting that. So after him paying for your food, a car ride, and some more flirting, you two were standing in front of his apartment complex. You looked up at it in awe, seeing it must have cost a nice amount of money…

“You live…here?” You ask, almost in denial that this was where Yoongi lived.

He was searching for his keys as the two of you head inside. “What? I’ve been working hard.” He said nonchalantly as he noticed your wide eyes. And that’s when you realized…Yoongi didn’t live in an apartment, this was a penthouse. “Don’t forget, when you were still in college, I was starting to create a name for myself, so this just didn’t happen in one two three. And it’s not the biggest around, so no need to be so in shock.”

“But still!” You didn’t care if it wasn’t the biggest or the most luxurious, it was still something you could never afford with your café money. The two of you took the elevator to the seventh floor and you couldn’t hide your amazement at Yoongi’s living space. “No wonder girls like to spend the night with you.” You said without putting much thought behind it.

He just scoffed. “Are you saying my wonderful personality isn’t enough for them?”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “I bet it is.”

Yoongi opened his front door, letting you into his penthouse. “Ladies first.” You stepped your first foot in and already were impressed by how nice it looked inside. It was decorated with a lot of dark and wood undertones, but you didn’t expect anything else from him. You awkwardly stood in his living room, waiting for him to say “Please, take a seat. Make yourself at home.” You carefully sat down on his sofa, watching Yoongi walk over to his liquor cabinet, and pour a drink both for him and you. He walked back to you with two glasses in his hand. “Drink up, It’ll help you loosen up.” He said as he handed over the alcoholic drink. “So tell me, how has y/n’s life been doing ever since she and Min Yoongi broke up.” Yoongi placed down the liquor bottle and placed himself next to you, nonchalantly putting his arms around your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his weird way of asking that. “Well-” You spoke “After graduating, I just continued working at the café. And to be honest, I really enjoy it there. I’ve even been considering opening one myself, but first I need to do some more research and save up some more money to do that.”

“So you tell me, all those nights you were busy studying instead of going out, were all for a bachelor you ended up not using?” He teased. “So all those nights you could’ve been spending the night with me-”

“Augh, shut up!” You interrupted.

Yoongi laughed before taking another sip from his drink. “I’m joking, getting a bachelor’s degree in the first place is really impressive. And I’m just happy you found something that you like doing.”

“Thank you.” You smile, circling your finger on the rim of the glass. “I see your music producing has gotten you far.”

Yoongi always stayed humble. “I just got lucky, it took me a while to get here.”

“I’m not surprised though, you always had talent. I think it was just a matter of time for you to be successful.” When you said that, you spoke from the heart. On Yoongi’s free days, he would spend the night at your dorm, making you listen to whatever draft he had worked on that day. You always loved it, no matter if it was a biased opinion or not. You just felt confident he was meant to be successful.

“Is that why you’re back?” He teased. “I always knew you were a gold digger.”

“Augh-“ You playfully sighed. “You know that’s not true.” You took another sip from your drink, noticing yourself getting more lightheaded. “Does that occur often? Girls just wanting you for your money?”

“No, this all just happened recently. They are always impressed though.” Another sip. “Besides, I don’t have enough to be someone’s sugar daddy, if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ve made yourself quite the subject around the girls I know.”

“Did I?” You smirked, not because he felt proud about being the number one topic in Jia’s friend group, but more out of sheer curiosity. “Tell me more.”

“Well, especially Jia. One time she was even telling me about how great the size of your dick was.” A sign of you getting more and more intoxicated by the minute, was the fact you started to say everything unfiltered. “It drove me nuts, especially because I could imagine every single detail she described.” You said with a look of disgust. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.” You say, turning to Yoongi with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth.

However, he found this rather amusing. “No, no, it’s fine. Please, continue.” He chuckled. “Didn’t expect I was such a hot topic.”

“She also told me some of her friends had done the deed with you. Can’t believe you.” You said with rolling eyes before emptying your glass. “They talk about you in a way that I could never imagine.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They act as if you’re this sex god or something.” You say with a confused expression on your face. “I’ve heard them talk about you once and I never knew people could say such filthy things in one sitting. You really got them wrapped around your finger, I got to give you that.”

Yoongi just laughed, a bit embarrassed to be honest. He noticed your face getting redder by the minute, and not because you were embarrassed, but because of the alcohol. “Your mind probably thinks, fuck, not that bastard again.” He said jokingly, even though he knew there was some truth behind it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Initially, it does.” Your smile faded into a softer one as you reminisce about the former version of Yoongi. “But then I think about how you were in high school. That sweet boy in the back of the class who was even too shy to ask me out.” The smile Yoongi noticed appearing on your face made him feel appreciated, since now he knew how you really thought about him whenever his name got mentioned. “I only started to think you were a bastard after we broke up the first time.”

Yoongi just scoffed as he took another sip of his drink. “That’s when it all went south.” He laughed. “I guess I’ll have to show you the best of me from now on.” He teased as he eyed down your glass, noticing the lack of liquor left in it. “Should I pour more for you?”

You happily nodded as you handed him your glass. “Yes please!” He just smiled as he went back to his cabinet to fill your glass for round two. You just studied Yoongi’s anatomy as he was pouring the drink. How his shirt accentuated his back muscles, how broad his shoulders became as he got older, or how beautiful his long black hair was. What a sight to be seen. Yoongi turned back around, handing back your drink as he sat down next to you, in the same position as before. He took another sip from his drink, something obviously gnawing on his conscious.

That’s when he decided to ask it. “How are things between you and Jungkook?”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy whenever Jungkook’s name got mentioned in conversations. Especially since you got together with Jungkook after the break up with Yoongi…“Good, we’re best friends now.” But you noticed the weird look Yoongi gave you after you gave your answer. “What?”

“Nothing.” He quickly said to shrug off any suspicion. “Why did you guys break up though?”

“Eh, it’s my turn to ask a question now” You didn’t want to keep talking about Jungkook anymore, especially when it came to Yoongi. Why would you want to be honest about your emotions?

Yoongi was a bit taken aback by your reaction. “Didn’t know we were taking turns. But all right, go ahead.”

You felt your heartbeat increase by the question that was lingering in your head. “How many other girls are you seeing beside me.”

Yoongi moved a bit closer to you. “Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” He said he locked his eyes onto yours, noticing the seriousness on your face. “Well, that’s private.”

Your eyebrows frowned as he said that. “Private?!” You said baffled.

“Hmh? What? Aren’t you the one being secretive about us too?” He asked in the most unserious tone.

“fine”

He chuckled before emptying his glass as well. “Now, back to my former question. Why did you two break up?”

“Uhm.” The thing was, no matter how much alcohol you drank, there was no way in hell that you could tell him the real reason you broke up with Jungkook. Oh, I quickly discovered that he was just a rebound and that I was actually still in love with you. But when I wanted to get back together, you were already busy fucking half the girls of the town. So I just came to the conclusion we weren’t meant to be to start with. Yeah right. t“We just didn’t match.”

“That’s all?”

“Yup.”

Yoongi would’ve believed you if you said that statement in full confidence. But the mixture of you waiting too long to respond and saying your sentence with hesitation made it very clear to him that there was something you weren’t telling him. But he also knew he wasn’t going to get it out of you tonight. “Alright then.”

After your second glass, you realized you really shouldn’t have had another one. Because unsurprisingly enough, you couldn’t really handle alcohol that well. “Can you kiss me now though? I’ve been dying for you to give me another one but without much success.” You tried to say in your most seductive tone, but due to your drunkenness, it came out a bit funny.

“So needy all of a sudden, huh?”

“Hmh, kissy kiss please.” You pouted your lips like a fish as you leaned into Yoongi to plant one on him.

Yoongi frowned his brows as he suddenly backed away from you, a sinister smirk formed on his lips. “Wait, are you drunk already?” He said bewildered, not believing anyone could easily get that drunk.

You scoffed. “You’re a silly man with silly questions. I don’t think I am. Which means we can take this further, right tiger?” Stroking your index finger from his chest to just above his groin.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Alright, You’re drunk y/n”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not, so there won’t be any funny business tonight.” You suddenly felt the touch of his hands around your wrist, holding your hand back from touching him any further.

“Heh!” You couldn’t believe it. “But you know I like to fuck when I’m drunk.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile out of embarrassment, not expecting you to have said that. Min Yoongi being a bit shy? “I know, but it’s weird when I’m sober.”

“But I’ve been dying to kiss you, touch you, fuck you.” You leaned in even closer to Yoongi, the distance between your faces being minimal, hoping this would reel him in.

But to your disappointment, it didn’t work. “I’m flattered, really, but don’t worry I won’t be going anywhere soon.”

You pouted, your heart aching from the idea that he didn’t want to touch you. How dare he. “Can we just hug then?”

“Hugging is fine.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around Yoongi, pressing your cheek against his chest, appreciating the softness of his shirt. You were listening to his heartbeat as if it were a lullaby. With every thump the relaxer you got. “I haven’t spoken to you for three years and it feels like yesterday we were together.” You mumbled.

“Weird huh?” He said softly.

Something in you wanted to tell him you missed him, but your little heart couldn’t get itself to do it. It would’ve made you too vulnerable and you didn’t want to ruin this moment to speak up about your complicated feelings for Yoongi. It could mean absolutely nothing to him, but you were just happy to be able to lay in his arms tonight. Cause after tonight, you knew he was just going to the next girl on his list. But the sudden feeling of his thumb caressing your arm as he held you made your eyes water. He wasn’t talking, just watching admiring you. The silence felt far from awkward. It was more comforting than something else.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy though. “Would you have a problem with me if I fell asleep right now?”

Yoongi chuckled, not surprised you were already going to crash. “Of course not”

“We’ll the chance of that happening is very high.” You mumbled. “Why do you smell so good.” You said it as if it was a bad thing. Which for you kind of was, because it made you crave for more of him. You looked up to him and when his eyes met yours, a smile appeared on your face out of reflex. “You’re so beautiful.”

The moment you said that, you saw Yoongi’s features soften up. His eyebrows turned into a pleading kind of expression, his eyes twinkling and his mouth slightly open. “Oh y/n…” He said as if his heart was hurting.

“What?”

He let out a defeated sigh as he tucked a strand of your hand behind your ear. “Nothing. I’m just happy to see you again.” You saw his pupils move from one place to another as he was examining your face like a work of art. “Maybe we should head to bed.”

“Ooh, we?” You teased, still trying to get him to do all those things he said he would over the phone.

“Come on.” He moved up from his seat, reaching his hand for you to take it, which you did in seconds, of course. He led you to his bedroom, seeing how luxurious it looked, making you even madder he didn’t want to do anything with you tonight. “I’ll give you my shirt to sleep in.” He walked over to his closet, grabbed a black shirt, and handed it to you.

You accepted it in full grace, happy to be wearing his clothes again. He used to do this as well when you came to his place three years ago. It almost felt like a privilege. “Turn around though.”

“Are you serious?” Yoongi said appalled, almost sounding offended. Not because he really wanted to see you naked or something, but rather because he had seen you naked multiple times, Hoseok’s party excluded. But he just guessed because it had been a long time, you had lost that comfort in him.

“Yes, this is very exclusive content!” You pouted. Yes, you knew Yoongi had already seen every little crevice of your body, but because of his abundance of experience, you became a bit insecure.

“I’ll go ahead and brush my teeth already then.” He said, respecting your needs.

“Oh, I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“One night won’t ruin your dental hygiene.”

As Yoongi headed inside his bathroom, you quickly changed into his shirt. You were blushing to yourself, feeling rather proud to be able to wear his shirts. I hope no other girl has worn this. A moment later you were lying down on his bed, quickly realizing the sheets smelled like Yoongi. You really were on Cloud 9. After a few minutes, he came back wearing only a pair of briefs. Even though you’ve seen his chest multiple times, you still were too timid to look, making you turn your head to the side. “What’s the matter? First time seeing a bare-chested man?” He said sarcastically

“I’m feeling violated.”

He placed himself next to you, hovering over you. “Next time you’ll be drinking the weak stuff first and I’ll just drink the hard stuff myself, lightweight.” He gently grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Then we can get drunk at the same pace, how about that?”

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a great idea.” This felt weird. This whole night felt weird. Not because of you or Yoongi in particular. But because it all felt like weird déjà vu. “Alright, goodnight y/n.” He said before turning off the light

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You rubbed your face against the pillow, creating a little malt to fit your face nicely to sleep in. The sudden feeling of his arm snaking around your waist almost made you cry. He pulled you a bit closer, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You smiled. Cause tonight, you were his and his only.

“Don’t kiss me I have morning breath.” When you found yourself in Yoongi’s arms, and a painful headache, the next morning, you realized how bad of a combo you and alcohol are.

Yoongi chuckled before leaning in closer to you. “Like I care Besides, yesterday you were very persistent on me kissing you.” He teased with a smirk.

“I talk a bit too much when I’m tipsy.” You pouted as you felt Yoongi’s lips on your neck.

“Tipsy?” He teased.

“Shut up.” You sat up straight, stretching your body to wake yourself up. “I can’t stay long though, I have to be at work at 12.” Your heart was feeling sad you had to leave already.

Yoongi sat straight as well. “It’s fine, I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I couldn’t stay either,” He gently grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. “unfortunately.” Yoongi moved up from his bed, stretching at well. “Let me take a quick shower before I drop you off.”

However, you did not hear that last sentence Yoongi just said. Because Yoongi was indeed, a healthy man. And healthy men would occasionally get morning wood. It was not your fault it distracted you for a minute. You quickly moved your eyes away from his clothed erection and decided to keep your focus strictly on Yoongi’s face. “Sorry, what?”

Yoongi smirked at the sight of you being flustered. “I said I was going to take a quick shower, but it seems that you were a bit distracted.”

“Just go shower, please!”

Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a lot of talk when you’re drunk, but sober you’re such a pussy.” He said before closing the door behind him. During Yoongi’s shower, you put back on your own clothes as you heard the shower head running. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, noticing the rubbed-out mascara that made you look like a raccoon. You tried your best to tame your hair but without much luck. You heard a notification noise coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t from your phone. Curiosity got the best of you, so you quickly took a glimpse at the text Yoongi received.

[09:21] Eunha: Yoongi~ I hope tonight is still on. I haven’t heard from you yet so I’m getting worried ㅠㅠ

The urge to text her back yourself to tell you that he was busy with someone else, was immense. But you just bit your tongue and ignored it. It was the universe telling you that you were, indeed, not special. Being Yoongi’s one and only was too good to be true. You just sighed, laying back down and trying your best to get your mind out of the gutter. After a few minutes of waiting, Yoongi was done with his shower and decided to come out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You really are testing me, aren’t you? You took a little peak, before covering your eyes with your arms, making Yoongi chuckle. “You can look you know? I don’t mind.”

“I feel more comfortable likes this.”

His lips left a little ‘tsk’ sound as he started to get dressed, telling you after a few minutes it was safe to open your eyes again. You sat up from the bed, smiling innocently at Yoongi as if you didn’t want him to rearrange your guts yesterday, but now you were chickening out. “y/n-” You hear Yoongi whisper, making you turn your body to him. You felt his hands creep onto your waist as he leaned in a bit. “Before we go, can I just…” He pulled your body closer to his, making you hold onto his shoulders as he gently pressed you against the door. You could feel his breath against your lips, waiting for a second before pressing his lips against yours, his lips slowly moving against yours. A rush of excitement went through your body by Yoongi’s sudden need for you. You could feel his hand squeezing your breast as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to do so, making you let out a small wince. His lips left yours and a grin painted his face. “Alright, let’s go.” You weren’t sure what just happened, or why he suddenly had the need to do that. You’d be lying if it didn’t leave you wanting more, but neither of you had the time for it anymore. Making you think he did this on purpose.

After the two of you left his apartment, he drove you back home, which didn’t take that long. Conveniently enough, his house was that far from yours. After holding the door for you again and walking up to your front door, you couldn’t believe this was already over. “Thanks for last night, I really had fun.” You said before opening the door.

“So did I.” He smiled before it turned into a slight grin. “Now that you stopped pretending you don’t want to see me, how about I come over to pick you up this Friday?”

Suddenly, the text from that girl named Eunha popped into your head, altering your answer. “I’ll think about it.” You said with a hint of sadness.

Yoongi leaned in closer, holding your waist for a second before planting another kiss on your lips. “Let me know, okay? See you soon y/n.” He smiled before letting go of you. You watch him drive off before heading into your home, leaning against the door as soon as it’s closed. But when you caught yourself being a little bit too smiley, you mentally slapped yourself out of it. Don’t do this to yourself No, you weren’t going to fall in love with him again. No matter how nice he would be to you. He was an upper-fuckboy and you should know better. You were just another one in his long contact list of girls. So tonight you made a promise to yourself. The moment you started to catch feelings for Yoongi, you would cut him out of your life.

Simple.

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i wanted to request mori smut, i dont really have anything particular in mind but maybe sub mori? maybe not completely sub but mori worshipping reader and eating them out maybe <3 and i can wait, i hope me requesting doesnt put much pressure on you since you already have other wips :(

Hello dear! Of course you can and I hope you like this and enjoy it! :) <3 Since you only mentioned oral I assumed that's all you wanted, I didn't want to add anything else so I don't make you uncomfortable or twist your request :)

PS. I don't want anyone to think that me writing about Mori means I condone his actions or justify and excuse them, if you dislike fics about him please scroll or ignore, thank you :) this is not a dark content setting so please don't treat it as such :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, reader being a tease, pet names, switch!Mori but more on the submissive side when it gets ykyk, slight dry humping, gentle ear licking/biting, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, worshiping, thigh biting, mattress humping (Mori), praise, Mori is OOC lol, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Let me make it up to you || Mori Ougai x Reader

It was early in the morning when you woke up next to Mori. Two of you woke up at a fairly similar time, saying your sleepy greetings and you turned your head around, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Your morning started by being silent and lazy. That was until Mori pulled you closer to him, arm softly wrapping around your waist. You could feel his bulge raising and pulsating as he started shamelessly rubbing his needy, hard cock on your ass. His hand was moving down your waist, his fingers were gently wrapping around your hip as he was rolling his hips slowly. You closed your eyes for a quick second, smiling to yourself and suddenly got up, depriving him of pleasure. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, leaving Mori desperate and alone. He was sort of absent lately, you knew he had lots of work to do and that he was busy but that still didn't stop you from teasing him and lightly punishing him for lack of attention and affection. You were finishing up the last parts of your routine, standing in front of a mirror as Mori walked in the bathroom, observing you for a brief moment and coming up behind you, arms sliding around your waist. He pulled you closer to him, his bulge still very hard as he started whispering in your ear.

"You are mad at me, I know. I am sorry I was absent lately." his voice was soft and silvery, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath tingled your skin.

"You are damn right about that." you answered him sharply, trying to keep up your little punishment. You freed yourself from his grip and left him alone in the bathroom as you went back to bed. Mori's lips curled into a smirk and he did his morning routine quickly enough, joining you in the bed. He was laying behind you, his fingers gently going under your shirt and caressing your back. He got closer to you, his hand sliding over your tummy, fingertips drawing small circles sending more shivers up your body.

"I am here now." he was whispering in your ear, voice raspy but mellow. You were smiling to yourself, having him desperate was always a pleasant sight.

"Let me make it up to you." he continued after receiving no response from you, tracing his fingers down and caressing your thigh gently.

"Hm…" you let out a sound that gave him a discreet response that you were thinking about what he said as you kept enjoying his soft touch. He started kissing your bare arm, starting from your shoulder and placing gentle kiss after kiss down your biceps and lower to your forearm as his fingertips slided down to your knee. Your breath hitched from his tender touch as you felt his cock rising even more inside his boxers, lightly pressing your ass.

"I will deprive myself from pleasure, just please let me make it up to you darling." he was whispering, tone needy and convincing making your lower tummy fill up with intense heat as your pussy clenched. You didn't say anything yet, just turning towards him, making Mori slightly surprised as you cupped his face with your hand, pulling him into a kiss. Your tongues met quickly, moving together in perfect sync, his cold, wet tongue softly brushing over yours and making you quiver. You moved your hand down, faintly grasping his hard cock with your hand, making him whimper in your mouth. You broke the kiss, looking at him with a lustful and cunning gaze.

"Just making it slightly harder for you." you whispered out, tone teasing and in an instant his body was towering over yours as he spread your legs with his hips.

"You know I don't like it when you treat me like a game, darling." he whispered out, gaze sharp and lickerish as he was leaning in closer to you. He gently brushed his fingers over your neck, making you lift your chin up to give him more space as his hand sneaked behind your neck, warm lips faintly brushing over your skin. He started kissing your neck, starting from one side and slowly tracing his way to the other side. You let out a soft breath out making him smile into your skin, his warm breath making you shiver as he moved his lips next to your ear. Mori's teeth were gently tracing up from your helix down to your earlobe alongside with his tongue making you twitch. He gently bit your earlobe, giving it a little suck as he returned his attention on your neck. He licked his lips quickly and continued, kissing behind your ear and down the side of your neck, slowly tracing over to the other side again when he paused for a second. He gave you one swift kitten-lick on the skin before he started sucking on it. Mori's teeth mellowly sank into your skin as he began sucking on it, making you gasp out as one of your hands tangled into his hair, slightly pulling it and making him let out a muffled whimper. He continued sucking on your skin, slowly turning it into vivid cerise color as soft breaths kept escaping your lungs. Mori let go of your skin, placing a soft kiss on a mark he left behind. He pulled away, hands traveling under your sleeping shirt as your body followed his movement, helping him to take it off, exposing your naked body. He quickly threw it on the side of the bed and his lips swiftly met one of your nipples, teeth gently pulling it in as he started sucking on it slowly and making you whimper. Mori's hand was resting on your other breast, dimly squeezing it as his tongue started moving in small circles on your nipple, stimulating both of your breasts at the same time. His hand moved down, your nipple fitting perfectly between two of his fingers as he began gently rubbing it between making you arch your back. He sucked on your nipple one last time before pulling away, leaving gentle kisses on the skin between your breasts as both of his hands slided down on your hips, exposing your other nipple perfectly. Mori's lips faintly brushed over your sensitive areola before he left a quick lick over it making you quiver. He swiftly but gently pulled your nipple between his teeth, sensually sucking on it as his tongue slided over it from time to time making you gasp out as your back arched a bit more.

"You are so perfect." he practically moaned into your skin as he pulled away from your nipple, kissing between your chest once more as he started moving down. Mori's breath was shaky and you could feel it melt away on your skin each time before he would place a soft kiss. He was placing kisses between your rib cage right under your breasts, slowly moving down your tummy following in a straight line as your body kept getting covered in his lips. Mori's hands slowly moved between your skin and the fabric of your shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down as his lips simultaneously moved on the side of your tummy, placing feather-like licks and kisses on the skin near your waist. You followed his movement, slowly moving your hips up making Mori's lips curl into a smirk as he moved away from your skin, taking off your shorts and panties together in one quick motion as you moved your legs up, helping him. He threw shorts and panties next to your shirt as he shifted his attention back to your exposed, trembling body. He moved his lips on the other side of your tummy, the one he previously left out, placing more dim licks and kisses, making your skin melt under his lips as your fingers tangled in his hair. He kept moving down, placing kisses as he made his way to one of your hips, leaving a loving kiss on your hip bone and slowly moving over your lower tummy, his two day old beard gently tingling you. Your hips jerked as he placed a quick kiss on your pelvic area and moved more to the other side, placing a kiss on your other hip bone. You bent your knees more, your thighs gently rubbing on Mori's face as he slowly moved between your legs, observing your drooling cunt.

"So beautiful." he was whispering out, voice needy as his gaze grew needier. He could feel his cock twitch inside his boxers at the sight in front of him but he started kissing one of your thighs, near your crotch and was slowly moving up, embracing more kisses up your thigh and placing the last one right under your knee. Mori put his tongue out and began slowly moving down, making you let out a soft pleasurable sigh out as his tongue was sliding down, finishing his movement right above your crotch, teasing you and himself more as your cunt clenched around nothing, needy for some friction. He slowly moved his head to the other side, nose softly brushing over your clit, making you whimper. Mori's cock twitched again from the little sound you made, completely drunk with your presence as your fingers grasped his hair stronger. He started kissing your other thigh in the same manner, placing a quick bite and making you whimper once again, precum leaking in his boxers as he gave you low eyes, observing reactions of your pretty face. He was moving up once again, this time in a more eager manner as he was desperate to taste you, desperate to feel your throbbing cunt melt under his tongue. He placed one last kiss under your knee as he positioned his face right in front of your wet cunt, gaze lustful and greedy. He started kissing your outer lips making you whimper as you let go of his hair, letting your body relax into the mattress as your eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure you were receiving. He slowly dragged his tongue on one of your outer lips, getting right above your clit and dragging it down, over your other outer lip as your body kept shivering. Mori started slowly moving his hips, giving some friction to his needy cock as he gave you a mellow lick on your clit, making your body quiver.

"More. Don't play around." you whispered out, voice deep and sharp as you returned your fingers in his hair, practically pulling him on your cunt. Mori's cock twitched once again as he swiftly started circling on your clit with his soft, wet tongue making you gasp out in bliss. He was moving his tongue in slow circles for a bit, suddenly changing his pace and started moving it up and down, quickly sliding over your clit, making you moan out sharply as he kept precisely stimulating the right spot. He moved his hand near your inner lips, slowly dragging them up and down as he kept greedily stimulating your clit, your grip on his hair tightening. He was slowly pushing two of his fingers inside your wet cunt, sliding them inside easily as a sharp gasp left your throat at sudden stretching. He started slowly thrusting them in and out of you, stretching you out more as his tongue gradually returned to slower, circling pace. Mori kept slowly moving his hips into the mattress, pathetic for more friction as your cunt was tensing up around his slender digits. He slowly curled his fingers, pressing your g-spot as his teeth gently sucked in your clit. He started greedily sucking on your swollen clit, guttural whimpers escaping your throat as he kept stimulating you. Mori's voice started breaking as he kept rubbing his hard cock on the mattress, his faint whines vibrating through your whole body and making you roll your eyes back as you squeezed his face with your thighs, his tender beard tingling your soft skin.

"Good boy, just..just like that." you were praising him in a silvery tone, making him whine into your pussy as his fingers kept relentlessly pumping in and out of you. Your pussy kept clenching around his fingers making him more needy, his precum leaking all over his boxers and making his cock painfully hard. You caught up on his movement, swiftly pulling him by the hair and moving his head away from your cunt as a cunning smile appeared on your face.

"That doesn't seem like depriving yourself to me, dear." you said in a sharp tone as you kept observing his pathetic expression.

"Now, you are either going to be a good boy and keep up your word or…" you trailed off, a mellowly sinister gaze appearing in your eyes as Mori's fingers kept still in your cunt. You started clenching around his fingers tightly, making him let out a soft whimper of desperation as you continued your sentence.

"..Or I will have to show you what complete deprivation is. Is that what you want?" you asked him teasingly as you clenched your pussy around his digits once again, your precum leaking all over them and making him whimper.

"N-no." he said in a breathy voice, eager to continue as his cock kept twitching making it awfully hard for him not to move his hips.

"Very good." you praised as you let your back fall on the mattress, gently rubbing your thigh on Mori's desperate face. He started eagerly moving his fingers inside you once again, focusing on nothing but your pleasure and trying to ignore his pulsating cock that kept rising in his boxers. He moved his lips over your clit once again, slowly sucking on it in the start but as soon as he could hear you letting out satisfied moans he couldn't help himself but increase the tempo. You let out a sharper whine as he was eating you out like a man starved, he swiftly extracted his fingers out of you, his tongue dragging down to taste your sweet leakings. He was moving his tongue between your inner lips, intensively trying to taste as much of you as possible, his hands moving behind your thighs as he gently pulled them apart, pushing his tongue inside you. You let out a little snivel as his tongue kept collecting your sweet precum, Mori whimpering eagerly as your taste occupied his senses. He could feel his cock twitch once again, frowning his eyebrows for a quick second as he pulled away from your cunt, breathing sharply as his eyelids hang lowly, desperation written all over his features. He returned two of his fingers, sliding them inside your wet cunt easily and started thrusting them inside of you as his tongue went up and down on your clit. You could feel your whole body tensing up from the friction you were receiving, back arching as you let go of his hair, both of your hands falling on your breasts as you started squeezing them in participation to Mori's movement. He was gulping as he grew needier, your pussy making him intensely horny and hard but he kept the pace of his fingers and tongue persistent and unswerving. Your cunt was clenching each time he would press your g-spot as his tongue kept stimulating your whole clit. You started moving your hips to meet his movement as you could feel your orgasm slowly building up inside you. Mori was basically panting in your pussy, completely smitten by your body, taste, the way your moans kept filling his ears. He started moving his hips almost out of reflex as you were too focused on your pleasure to notice.

"Yeah. Just-, mhm, just like that." you were guiding and praising as you kept moving your hips, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Mori started sucking on your clit as his tongue kept quickly sliding over the right spot making your eyes roll back once again, his fingers continuously pressing the right spot inside your pussy. His little pants and snivels made your hips quiver as your whole body slowly started shaking, fiery heat slowly spreading inside you as you could feel your orgasm slowly edging its presence. Mori's pace was unchanged, his hips still thrusting in the mattress as he was getting closer to his own forbidden release. You were letting out breathy whimpers as you felt your orgasm finally fully building inside you, intense warmth filling up your lower tummy as Mori's greedy sucking and stimulation with his fingers finally sent you over the edge. You reached your intense orgasm, moaning shamelessly and incoherently as sharp breaths kept forming inside your lungs, making you choke out your pleasure. Mori kept his movement, panting even louder in your pussy as his cock kept twitching from your cunt leaking and pulsing around his long digits. It sent him over the edge and he could feel his own orgasm bursting inside of him, making him cum in his boxers, swiftly pulling away from your clit and biting into your thigh. You let out a sharp moan as his teeth sank in your thigh, he was moaning and whimpering into your skin, gaze completely hazy as his fingers were slowing down inside you, his hips completely tensed as he was letting his orgasm melt away. You came down from your high, slightly panting as you were observing his face. You were slightly lightheaded but you quickly caught on to what happened, Mori slowly pulling his fingers out of you as he let the skin of your thigh out of his bite. He was breathing heavily, eyes as guilty as they could get.

"I am sorry darling." he breathed out, placing a soft kiss on the marked area.

"That's not what you should be sorry for, dear." you said teasingly, amusement blooming inside your chest as Mori slowly got up, revealing his pathetic mess.

"That is." you pointed to his stained boxers, slight sadism bubbling inside you as an idea sparkled your mind.

"So, should I show you complete deprivation from pleasure?" you smiled slyly, tilting your head to the side and observing Mori's desperate face.

"I think that's a yes, I will teach you how to be a good boy for me." you continued, a cunning smirk still spread over your face knowing you were in a long second session, giving you nothing but pleasure and Mori nothing but another painfully hard boner.

The End :) <3

Thank you for requesting and I hope you liked this and enjoyed it! :D <3

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Thanks to everyone for being so kind and supporting of me so far, I deeply appreciate it! :D <3

Huge kisses on the forehead for everyone :3 <3

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chubbybunnytgirl · 10 months

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New pinned post!!

Hiiii! I'm a trans woman in my 30's, and I'm here to indulge and share some horny thoughts & tease some content! This blog is focused on mostly kinks and fetishes like being fat, feedism, breeding, etc but will have plenty of posts about wistful yearning and stuff like that, too! But that means 18+ only, no exceptions!!

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animelosers · 1 year

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Hey hey hey! How are you? How was your day today? I was the one who asked if you're requests are open! Before I request anything, I just wanna say that I really enjoy what you write and it really relaxes me yk. But anyways, I wanted to request a smut for Oliver, Ryan & Sebastian reacting to their girlfriend wearing a lingerie!of course if you're not comfortable writing it you don't have to, just add some spicy scene and that's all, you don't have to do the "thing" if you're not comfortable!

Thank you so much, have a lovely day/night!!!

　🌷🌸🌷🌸

🌸🌷🌸🌷🌸

Λ🌷🌸🌷🌸🌷

( ˘ ᵕ ˘🌷🌸🌷

ヽつ＼／

UU / 🎀 \

I am greatful that you love my writing.

I am doing well, sore from dance.

I would love to write this.

This is 100% fine by me, I am okay with writing smut and spice but the limits are different kinks that are just a HUGE no to me.

For future reference, if they have significant others. I will NOT write spicy in general. (Like Regie Macalino)

This goes for anyone who wants to submit requests.

Warnings: Dirty-talk, Orgasms, hand-jobs, smut, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS YALL), sub-dom relationships.

Summary: You are wearing Lingerie and these are the boys' reactions.

Authors note: Ngl... last time I fucked was like last year... LMAO also I only did Oliver and Ryan in this cause I got lazy, I'm sorry.

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OLIVER: I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa

As you walk out of your guys' bathroom and into the bedroom. Oliver is leaning his palms on the bed, shirtless, in grey sweatpants, manspreading, staring so helplessly at you. The way your laced set fits around your body so well, your hair is down and slightly messy. This man was ready to just go feral for you but he agreed it's your turn to control tonight.

"Hi my love," You say gently as you walk closer to him.

"Hey sexy," He says while looking up at you once you finally stand in front of him. His eyes seemed so beautiful when he knows he has to beg for what he needed. You slowly scan his body, his hair fluffy as usual, his soft abs showing so perfectly, his V-line deeper than usual in this sitting stance, his erection showing so easily through his gray sweats.

"Needy my love?" You ask as you lean in, showing your cleavage as he stares. He gulps a bit before answering your question.

"Yes.." He admits. How can he not be needy? You in his favorite color lingerie set, having a dominant aura radiating from you, he was ready to just cum by looking at you.

You finally kiss him passionately making him moan softly as he kisses back, cupping your face. You palm his cock through his sweats. He whimpers from this action making you smirk a bit.

"...so fucking needy for you," he practically whimpers out. You guys are each other's weakness, especially in the bedroom. The way your guys' bodies touch so swiftly and elegantly. You feel him getting harder as you guys kiss deeper.

You slowly start kissing him down his neck making a lustful noise coming out of his mouth. His hands squeeze your hips while you continue your actions, slowly grinding against him, palming his crotch softly, teasing him so he can lose his mind and that is what exactly is happening.

Taking off what you were wearing in a needy matter, Oliver can't help but to stop and look at you body.

"God," he whispers before kissing your neck, "I am... so fucking lucky."

You grab lube from the night stand as Oliver takes off his boxers.

"Lay down," He nods and lays down. You start putting lube onto his throbbing erection making him moan loudly. You start jerking him off while rubbing his left nipple. He starts squirming under your touch, his face having a dark red hue, sweating from the pleasure, his back arching a bit.

"I-Imma cum-"

"Not yet," You say and completely stop. Times like these are pay backs from what he does to you so him squirming under your touch and precum already oozing from his tip, "Can't cum so soon baby.."

He whimpers as your thumb rubs over his tip, "Please.."

"Please what my love?" You tease feeling him thrust into your hand more.

"Please let me cum.."

You start stroking him fast after he says that, making him into a moaning mess. He starts cumming all over your hand as you continue to go as fast as you can so he can ride out his high.

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RYAN: Shut up and Listen by Nicholas Bonnin

"Can I walk in now?" Ryan asks gently. Tonight was not so usual, most of the time when you guys want to do the deed, you guys don't have foreplay or anything. It was rare for the two of you to do foreplay but when you guys do its.. intense. It isn't like you guys were vanilla both of you guys didn't really understand the point of foreplay when you an just do it when you want to do it.

"Yes," You respond. He opens your guys' bedroom door, you in lingerie panties, his shirt, messy hair, and laying down on the bed.

"Fuck baby," He says while walking in and closing the door behind him, locking it.

"I saw that,"

"Saw what?" He smirks a bit before hovering over you, kissing you deeply and slowly.

"You naughty boy," You whisper. He kisses you deeper, holding onto your hips for support, making you whimper by his sudden force.

Ryan pins your arms above you while he kisses around you neck, mumbling about how beautiful you are with each kiss. Once he gets to your collar bone, "Can I fuck you with my shirt on?"

"It wouldn't be the first but you haven't seen what I have underneath," You explain to him. He looks at you, intrigued. He takes off his shirt off of you to reveal a corset lingerie top, your boobs showing so much yet so little.

"I need you," He says and starts kissing you so passionately, "Fuck, baby.. I need that pretty mouth of yours around me.. right now."

You cup his face kissing ever so gently, wanting to tease him as much as you can in this moment. He moans you name as you pull away a bit. You sit up all the way making him start laying back. He lays on the other side of the bed, making you straddle him.

"You either have my insides pleasure you or my hand, I am not in the mood for swallowing tonight," You set the boundary before taking off your panties.

"... Ride me," He looks up at you, scanning your beautiful body. His breathing starts getting deep as he imagines you riding him.

"You sure baby?" You ask him in a seductive yet reassuring voice to make sure that he is okay with everything. He nods in response, nothing is wrong with making sure your partner is okay with everything. "Okay baby."

You start taking off his pants as he takes off his shirt so quickly while he kicks off his sweats, you start palming his dick through his boxers. Him being underneath you, whimpering as you touch him, a blush across his face, his hands squeezing your thighs.

You lean down and start to lick his nipple, making him thrust against you. Your hand that was palming him moves away making him let out a deep sigh. You continue to lick around his neck and chest making marks all on him.

"Enough teasing..." He lets out a breathy grunt.

"I'm just doing what you do to me, my love," His grip gets tighter around you hips, most likely going to make marks the next morning but neither of you care. "Okay love."

You take off is boxers to see precum start to flow, you jerk him off a bit so it can ride out before you put it in yourself. He slowly throws his head back letting out deep groan as he fully enters you. He guides your hips to start moving up and down right away.

His lustful moans, your erotic whimpers, skin slapping against each other with a hit of wetness echoes the room. As you both listen to each other going absolutely crazy for each other.

"C-Close.." You say as he starts thrusting up, his thumb rubbing you clit quickly making you clench around his dick so tight.

"Cumming~" He says as you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever made. He finishes inside as you finish all over his cock.

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hoppingonjim · 6 months

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heyyy saw your requests are open and i loooove love love the way you write March!! maybe perhaps wanted to request smthn involving thigh riding (you mentioned smthn about it in the thing you wrote about what kinks he would have and it has been on the brain since i read it) perhaps with some brat taming vibes 😳😳

i need him in ways that are deeply concerning

note: i'm so sorry for the delay with this! i really didn't know how to focus on the thigh riding and brat taming but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much <3 cw: thigh riding. dom!holland. brat taming hints. holland shuts the reader up. sub!reader. afab!reader. degrading/mocking.

"no, no don't whine like a fucking baby, you did this to yourself."

brown and orange fill the background screen while he makes you rut against his slightly muscular thigh. the detective tenses himself, to only add to your pleasure. the muscles straining against your sopping folds.

he's got his finger nails digging into your shoulders as if to hold you down. discipline through half moons.

the man can’t help but smirk at you, “fucking pathetic, you humping my fucking leg. fuck.” and even if he indulges in mockery he can’t help but ghost his fingers up the supple flesh.

red lace dangles around your ankle as you quicken your own process. desperation coursing through you and forcing your movements to dig deeper. the coarseness of his leg is brazed against your slickness, small uh’s flee from your lips in unkempt strings.

one of his hands roames to your thigh, collecting back before landing a gentle blow. delighting in the way your skin reacts, bubbling almost. but nothing comes close to the way he just smirks at the sound of your whines. unable to sew words together.

it’s a predatorial gaze that sets itself on you. through heavy lidded irises you can tell. teeth sink into his bottom lip, heavy concentration on how he can reck you further.

both hands desert your hips, one grasping your thigh and the other combing through your messy tresses of hair. embracing disheveledness. if you aren’t a wreck by the end of this then he feels he didn’t try hard enough. in desperation to feel any sort of release you pick up the pace, growing chaotic with very rock against his meaty thigh, "holland- oh gosh.. i'm sorry sir, sorry for what i said earlier-"

two fingers move down onto your lips, thumb and pointer, trapping your words mid sentence back into the corridors of your mouth, "cum on my fucking leg you damn brat, show me how desperate you are." a pause follows his words to accentuate the way he snakes a hand around your messy moving body to land another blow- this time on your ass. the mustache man delights in the way you perk up at the slap, a yelp flying off your tongue with briefly bulged eyes.

it only propels you to move harder against him. though the man is lazy while you ride his thigh, his hands grow bored and find the back of his neck to be less laborious to touch. leaning back, he smirked, eyeing you intently. suddenly he decides bobbing his leg up and down will get you going faster. it's hard for him to resist you and not touch you, especially when you look so perfect on his thigh. begging your body for a release. he's got his leg bouncing at a rate that rattles your body.

your own hands dig into his upper thigh as you ride out the coaster he presents to you. the one that abuses your clit once you tilt yourself a little more forward, dig yourself a little more into his skin to have him feel all of you. mewls fill the room as the hand behind his neck needs to tug on your hair in one long tail. a harsh tug.

"fucking cum you whore, cum for me baby. mr march can't give you his cock till you show him how sorry and needy you are. c'mon, i know you're desperate enough. just cum."

and with every sentence there's a degrading chuckle to match his desired tone. he smears his laughter on your body while his eyes soak up the way you moan. and just to accelerate your need a little further he brings a hand down to mildly slap your clit. anticipating the way you'd momentarily shriek and adoring every minute of it.

a sea of moans drowns the room, a panacea crashing down on you. you ride the high through and out, enjoying every moment of it as you coat the surface of holland's thigh. and he thinks it's beautiful. his eyes feast - embodying a state of poverty with the way they intensified on the miraculous sight.

the hand he used to tug harshly on your locks moves to your cheek where he cradles the steaming skin, "princess needs my cock now, huh? are you a good girl? think you proved yourself?"

and all you can do is nod. quivering legs the only evidence you need.

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seokka0o · 1 year

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/ᐠ . ˕ .マ .. 💨 Headcanon とン ۪ ࣳ ⊹ ◌ ゲイ 🍚 。0t9 ︵🍊 ࣪ ༉

Ask: Can you write about cravity with breeding kink ???

Contain: breeding; possessive behavior; unprotected sex; sub idol mention

Author: Hope enjoy ♡

SERIM

He's insane, don't expect him to do less than agree to the idea of burying his cum inside you.

Serim despite all the delicacy around him, he has a very primitive, dirty kind of sex, he likes to see you full of his cum, oozing from inside, of you moaning maddeningly and rolling your eyes at the sensation of all that hot liquid coming out.

"Hm…so beautiful welcoming all my babies"

It's the way he uses it to exert dominance, even though he's not too adept at power play.

This is the only moment where he feels he can subject you to something, where he puts you on the edge of the risk of a pregnancy, forcing fluids every time you have any relation.

ALLEN

Allen has many fetishes within him, many internalized situations that he refuses to discuss.

When you said you'd like to have him come inside you, it was like unleashing a monster.

Allen takes this whole experience in a totally experimental way, I think even a bit revealing,

he can get a little addicted to the idea of that danger all the time

On filling you out all the time and having to make sure birth control works most of the time

JUNGMO

He's insane okay, he enjoys this practice with a certain desire, the sight of your pussy pushing the cum out drives him crazy

To the point where he breaks your legs just to be able to lick everything, suck you while consuming the liquid itself

Really dirty sex type. Just as he also enjoys the warm, wet feeling that passes

The noise it

Because just like serim is the way he uses to exert dominance .

WOOBIN

I have a complete thought just follow the link, nothing more to add lol I think everything I wanted to say was well expressed there.

WONJIN

He will always guarantee no matter the condition, wonjin doesn't feel like he's complete without first fucking his cum all over you

He's dramatic, even if he wanted to he wouldn't hold back from spilling his liquid on you so easily, even though it sounds enticing cum shots, he still prefers to secure everything inside you.

As well as pretending to fill you up with his babies, because being a cum dump just doesn't seem like enough.

But the lack of protection has a clear objective, which is to get you pregnant.

MINHEE

For minhee it's something where you'll share some intimacy, it's something he wants to use to be connected to you

breeding is something that only happens for sure if you happen to come at the same time

What for him is the greatest symbol of love during the relationship,

despite all that sadistic aura risks is not something that suits him

So Breeding is a unique dynamic for extremely specific situations where it will first of all guarantee the safety of both.

Not to mention he's really lazy, if taking the trouble to take it off before cumming is something he doesn't feel like, interrupted act doesn't suit him either lol

HYEONGJUN

I would say it's a bit of a hopeless situation lol as for me hyeongjun is more on the submissive spectrum he isn't introduced properly

Let's say he ended up cumming inside you because he couldn't contain it.

Tears in the eyes and an immense despair growing

"Sorry it wasn't my intention!" Little does he know that it was actually quite intentional on your part.

In hyeongjun's case this will be indifferent, as he always likes what you like, he ends up doing more for you

But of course always ensuring the safety of both.

TAEYOUNG

He is an almost exact copy of serim, everything he does Taeyoung will do double

It's even a little irresponsible of him, since taeyoung will want to be adept at breeding in every relationship you have

Whether it's intense or not, he'll feel the need to dump some cum inside you for some fun.

Because the feeling around you contracting and the warm liquid spreading, oozing, making a mess, satisfies Him more than anything else.

SEONGMIN

He's cute and all, an adorable boy which is surprising when he asks you for the first time.

"I can?" It's genuine, you even wonder if he really knows what he's talking about, but since Seongmin is someone too smart and clear that he did a lot of research on

Which generates a kind of toxic breeding kink, due to his possessive aura, seongmin wants to guarantee that you will belong to him even if it costs you a pregnancy,

pushing as much of him into you as possible, because now he has access to it because you agreed and you wouldn't because he simply does what is necessary to keep you with him

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jeskoholic · 2 years

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Pure Blood - Kim Minju

Authornim: Tried something different for this one. Let me know what you think.

Tags: NSFW, creampie, cowgirl, blowjob, Dom (?) Minju x Sub M reader, breeding

Contains: extreme graphic descriptions of violence, dark themes, gore, mentions of blood, dismemberment, abuse

This story is based on an original creepypasta found here

Masterlist

Word count: 9,135

Enjoy!

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It was no secret that Kim Minju held one of the most beautiful faces you’ve ever seen. It was pretty much an understatement to call her that word these days even for someone like you. You were unfortunately stuck in this constant cycle of having to attend a small job; dealing with the constant bullshit of your co-workers on a daily basis… it felt like your life could not have been more colourless than ever. That is until the presence of one Kim Minju grazed the office of her presence that you finally had something, some reason to go to work for and something to look forward to on the next day. Having to think of something else of a good motivation rather than just enduring the tiring day to pay for your bills was a nice touch.

If only things were that easy. Minju’s sudden addition to your office was not exactly welcomed by your… other, co –workers, to say the least.

Even though Minju already had that pretty face to go with almost everything, apparently being a beautiful woman in a room full of insecure idiots was the worst thing to have on a job that barely pays enough.

It was late 10 in the morning and you were quite focused on the screen of your desk’s computer when one of your co-workers approached Minju’s workstation. The poor new-recruit that is Minju has already gotten the attentions of her seniors who more interested on finding a flaw on her being, and now they just seem to stop picking on her for the smallest things, even if they were just messing with her for no apparent reason than just attention from the new girl.

“Kim Minju, recheck these, will you?” your arrogant co-worker, Tan, said as you witnessed him hand the folder on her desk with a soft slam. “I think you’ve done your calculations wrong. I can’t work with this.”

“B-but I’m sure that I have c-checked it more than thrice before handing it to you, sunbaenim. I’m—“

“I get that, but it’s wrong. Some of the table data don’t add up. How am I supposed to continue with the rest of my work when I have other things to do than check this? This is supposed to be your job.”

You turned your eyes over and Minju was about to melt on the spot. You can’t help but feel sorry for her. Minju’s rather expressive eyes and brows were on the brink of breaking apart, as this was just another display of your co-workers abusing the newcomer and dumping all of the work for her to take in.

You sighed in perfect silence and approached the ensuing commotion. It’s not like it’s going to get resolved by letting her carry the weight by herself. At this point, it was just the other people finding someone to blame for their laziness, it so happened that it was her who unfortunately had to take the weight with her fresh-out-of-college status.

“I’ll take that, Tan. I’m almost done with my work anyway so squeezing in a little checking won’t take me much time.”

Your co-worker, Tan, could only do so much as gaze back at you in disbelief while you take the folder away from Minju’s desk. You were his superior even by just a little bit, so your word would be much of a heft than his in that company, at least. Any further attempt of reasoning was silenced by a stoic look from your eyes. The message was not that hard to get across as he finally left you and Minju alone.

“T-thank you,” you heard Minju breath out the moment that both of you were safely out of Tan’s earshot. “I won’t mind doing it, but I just have so much to do…”

“It’s fine. You don’t need to check on everything yourself, you know. We have other employees here, so our … friends here have no reason shoving everything to the newcomer, right?”

You never intended that to come out cheesy by any means yet it earned a shy smile from Minju. Whether it was because of your statement that released that effect was no longer important to you.

“I’ll deal with this,” you waved Tan’s folder. “Work hard. Tell me if there’s anything else you need; I’ll be at my desk.”

You shot a good smile at Minju before turning back to your workstation once again. However, because of that quick reaction from you, you never got to see the returning smile that came from a charming lady such as her.

It has always been this kind of set-up on your work for the past month of Minju being employed into your company. Repeated ‘Minju do this, Minju do those’; all for the glory of dumping all the work for the pretty new face in the hopes of getting her attention what a normal person would see as a very weird way. It always bothered you that that was the case, as Minju really never declined any of the work given her in fear of giving off a bad impression on her co-workers. You hated that, even more so that you cannot do anything other than just take the small excess loads from her even if you had things to do yourself.

You might be doing that because you’ve taken a liking to her even one bit, but if that was the case were you really the one to blame when everyone else is treating her as just a clumsy pretty face?

Unlike everyone, you believe in Minju. You believe that she’s just more than a pretty face. There’s more to her than meets the eye.

But unbeknownst to you, it was those small efforts to help her out that made you stand out in Minju’s eyes. Those little things that made her work more enjoyable were all thanks to you not treating her shit just like everyone else. The comfort and security she felt whenever you were around was one of the reasons she wanted to head to work every day, even if it just meant to see you for a small bit. You may not be the most perfectly looking guy, but you sure were fragrant and kind, among other things that made you stand out for her. Sure, there were times where you’d cover for her even if it was unnecessary, but she liked it. In her head, she wanted every little glance she could get from you and she could take what she could get.

She wanted to get close to you beyond the office, even if just friends than co-workers, yet her inner shyness as well as her innate worry about what other people would think of her were crippling her from even trying to do a small move.

Then again, Minju was lucky that the company provided with a good enough reason to talk to you.

It was a small acquaintance party held by the company whenever new employees are welcomed into the ranks. Minju was fortunately one of the many new-recruits that the company you two were under on managed to take and insert into the large corporate ladder. It appeared to her that it might be a good start than just a casual hi and hello that was currently going on you and her. There were no rules in her head as she merely wanted to be closer to you. Anyone without a dirty mind would sure understand why that was the case.

If there’s something that can spring out of that, then it’s all in the bag.

With that thought in mind, Minju spend the following weeks wondering of what else to wear in the upcoming social event, while the thought of having to get your attention lingering on the back of her head.

“See you tomorrow, Minju-yah,” you told Minju the moment that the day ended, just as the windows of the office turned dark from the approaching night sky outside. You flashed the newcomer with a wide smile as you passed her intending to end the day on a good note.

Minju, on the other hand, stood there with her cheeks flaring red. You didn’t seem to mind the absence of reply from her. It only seemed that you were tired or perhaps even a bit hasty on leaving your workplace for the place of solitude of your own. The impact of what happened earlier still had that effect on Minju, and throughout the day he can’t help but steal little glances off of you here and there. God, you were really something else to her.

Well, considering that the company decided to call this day off earlier than usual, maybe it was time for her to give the mall a little visit. There are a lot of things she wanted to change on her appearance and doing an overhaul of a shopping spree is imminent, all for the small goal of getting her noticed by you at the party.

There’s still a lot left to do.

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Minju could not exactly call the post-work excursion to be completely devoid of the thoughts involving you. She wanted you to view her the best for the evening; even though it was just a mere acquaintance night, giving off the best she could offer was equivalent to having no regrets right after. Along with that, perhaps the minimal desire to look her best was for the better of shaving off of the rest of your co-worker’s gullible and seemingly imprudent impression off of her for good.

In fact, there was that desire to completely turn the party over itself. Minju never viewed herself to be as pretty as people make her to be, but for that night she wanted to use it to become someone else entirely.

Minju set out that night gathering things that would help her total overhaul. Her idea was to be as gorgeous as she could be, and so she took the liberty to choose what would help her appearance first. Minju went to various shops, picking the most lavish make-up that she could find. Lipsticks, eyelash extensions, eyeliners… all that she picked up on that night was almost as good as filling up the rest of her empty mirror with how much they were.

Later, Minju went off to find the final piece of her look: a good coloured nail polish that would finish off the look. She stumbled upon a bottle, albeit it was eerily misplaced on a single shelf quite far from the rest of the cosmetic merchandise and discreetly separated from everything else. It might have come as a mistake for some unfortunate employee, but as Minju picked it up and examined it under her eyes, it felt as if the colour was speaking to her. Upon its face bore the simple label: blood.

She was never a fan of the colour yet the deep and blood-red shade of it was calling to her. She knew at that instant that she had to have it no matter what.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but this product does not exist within our database,” the clerk said once Minju placed all of her products for purchase, aptly remarking on the oddly misplaced and mislabelled bottle of nail-polish. “We’ll have to check first where this is from, ma’am; as I haven’t seen this before as well. We’ll have to hold your purchase for a little bit.”

“Excuse me…?” Minju’s tone was different. She became uneasy the moment she heard that from the clerk, having the thought of not letting you see the complete look without that shade made her irritated even in the smallest bit. “Are you telling me that I can’t buy that bottle?”

“We’re really sorry, but there’s no way—“

“No,” she said sternly before giving the clerk a piercing glare. She didn’t know what was going on with her, but there was an obsession to get a product she would not have cared moments ago. Somehow that thought of not completing the look the way she imagined it gave an immense sense of dread, like she was really upset that she could not get that specific polish for herself. It was perfect; it was the perfect thing to finish off the look she had for you and she’d stop at nothing to bring it home.

“Ma’am, we can’t—“

“I WANT THAT BOTTLE!”

Minju’s voice evolved into a soft, threatening growl as she scowled further at the clerk. Quite shaken with the customer before her, she had no choice but to merely nod and agree before the situation gets works than it already appears to be. In the end, she could not do anything about it anyway, and Minju was able to head home with the mysteriously labelled object that she seemed so obsessed on out of nowhere. Minju wanted it so bad that she had that sense of satisfaction upon knowing that it was finally hers to take.

However, the effect that that strange nail polish gave Minju extended more than just being able to purchase it. Somehow, the thought of impressing you became more adamant in her head. It was no longer just a small thought to get your attention, but became to actually wanting you all to herself. She became greedy to the point that the thought of having you rail her was not even shunned by her supposed pure and innocent intentions. She entertained thoughts she otherwise would have trouble even thinking about

That said, Minju went on off and purchased a revealing black dress that took a complete 180 on her otherwise conservative demeanour, and that was while she was imagining you removing it off of her, of all things that she could think of. She could not explain it either; the desire was there and it was insatiable, not to mention strong. Minju wanted you. No, she hungered for you. That unwarranted need for you seemed to seep from a deeper level that she, herself, has never reached before.

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Days passed and having to see you again on a daily basis only turned Minju more as the date finally approached. She finished gathering most of the essentials, yet everything still required a dry run. There were moments where she would shake herself off of her trance, wondering if this seemingly devilish persona she developed would be worth it in the end. However, with every small glimpse you give her when you check her in-company progress pushed her closer to the edge.

The idea of you gawking and ogling at her once she dons on that perfect dress was just immaculate. Imagining could already make her nether regions slippery, how much more the triumph of seeing you looking at her bare body once and for all.

“You’re heading home early, Minju-ah?” your soft voice caressed Minju’s entire being the moment you two crossed paths at the company lobby. She honestly felt caught right smack in the middle of a crime she was about to commit. “You got plans?”

As much as she seemingly melted in front of you, this time quite worse than ever before, Kim Minju managed to get her act together and gain composure for you. “Y-yes, I arranged for a visit at a local tailor… I… I need something to wear for the acquaintance party…”

And then that gaze.

That fucking gaze that always drew Minju closer to you…

That innocent and concerned look that you gave her turned her on…

“R-right, of course… that’s right about at the end of the week. I got to prepare myself as well; the boss said he made it extra special for all of us, so my plans of going with a casual fit would definitely get me underdressed.”

You fixed your tie just as Minju was busy thinking of a good reply to you.

“Well, I need to dedicate a good day of finding something to wear for that. I got to go, Minju; I still have some work done. Take care going home.”

“Take care…”

She wanted to give you one more glance, but Minju was too fixated on her goal for that evening that she had to ignore that interaction with you. She had bigger fish to fry, and now it was time to put to the test whether everything she bought was as coherent as she thought it’d be.

Later that evening, Minju went back to the flat where she lived alone the moment she decided to move to your city for the job. A couple of twirls in front of her mirror, she finally was able to see a side of her that she never even thought of existing. The tight dress she brought hugged her hourglass figure just as she intended. Even with her untouched hair, the look was immaculate and definitely enticing, hopefully enticing enough to lure you onto her. The dark-red lipstick she wore definitely added to the trick. Seeing this new ‘Minju’ in front of the mirror felt like a trip; gone were the innocent and pure Minju that she had been holding as a good impression since she graduated university, and now she just wanted to use all of her enchanting prowess to get you no matter what, even if it meant being a slut towards you.

Well, with the goal being set, there’s still one thing left to try out.

Strange enough, the thought of having the new nail polish almost equated itself to being with you. Whenever Minju had glimpses of you on her mind, the thought of your reaction to the little liquid on her fingernails was always there. It was an odd feeling to be driven solely by make-up. Odd, but that’s how Minju was feeling since the moment she saw the bottle. There were times that it felt like something living with her, that the bottle was not just there just to exist but rather there for it to be applied to her. It felt like destiny to be with her. It calls to her, even.

With that, Minju moved to apply the bottle to her fingernails and end the temptation once and for all. She held the small bottle in hand, examining the odd design choice of having a single label on the front with the colour of blood. Well, even for Minju’s standards, it was really weird and suspicious. It was quite surprising that she almost fought just to bring it home. It was outrageous to think that even a brand would produce such colour, aptly call it blood despite really having the shade akin to the real thing. What a really bold move.

Regardless, Minju shrugged it off and moved to twist the screw open. A foul, metallic scent immediately escaped from the bottle that Minju almost dropped the bottle in surprise. She set it far from her, having the seemingly pungent scent of literal blood coating the premises of her room.

“What the hell…?”

Disappointment and anger surged through Minju as he covered her nose with her free hand. It was so stupid. Perhaps it was the sole reason why the bottle was unlabelled in the first place; it might be some kids’ stupid joke to put a literal pool of blood and pass it out as a nail polish, Minju falling victim to the trick. The odour was so foul that she quickly moved to place it near the trash bin as she moved to uncover the lid.

However, the moment that Minju set it down, something peculiar happened.

Her disgust for the scent of the liquid quickly wavered the moment she was about to throw it off. Instead of dread, the metallic scent became familiar to her; it was talking to her as if tempting to use it. She could have sworn that she just blatantly hated it seconds ago, yet now it called to her. It might be a theatrical part with the manufacturer to make it exactly like blood, and so there was no harm in trying it on. After all, it was arguably the highlight of her get-up and so it would be a shame to merely throw it off without even trying it on.

Minju sat down and eyed her masterpiece after putting it on. True enough, aside from its odd smell, the polish looked really good on her nails. In fact, it blended in flawlessly if not even made her dress stand out more than it already did. It made her confident as it accentuated every asset she had with her. The curves of her body seemed to have been more defined, whether that was because of the effect of the polish or she just had complete confidence on her looks, but the bottom line was she felt seductive and confident and that’s all that mattered to her. Gone were the moments of the timid, pure and clumsy Kim Minju that most of the people at the workplace knew, you included, and so the person who would attend the acquaintance party would be a totally different person as she turned into an alluring siren. Minju felt so sexy and so powerful; there was definitely no stopping her from getting what she wanted: you.

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The day of the acquaintance party finally came and Minju planned to get late for her grand entrance. Of course, you being the little concerned and kind sunbae wondered where she was considering she acted rather odd given the current days. You didn’t dress up too much for the occasion as well, and now that the so-called acquaintance party was so well thought out that it felt like a company launch, you still felt so under dressed despite trying to compensate with the little time you got. Settling for a simple set of shirt and slacks felt so inferior now that you’re around your co-workers dressed in shiny gowns and dresses.

Where’s Minju…? You wondered to yourself, quite unsure if it was your innate concern for her that was allowing you to look for her, or were it the partial curiosity of what she’d look like in this gorgeous evening? Either way, you wanted to know how she looked like. Even if everyone doubted, you know that Minju would sweep everyone else off of their feet.

You were lucky that you didn’t voice that out, but then again there was the phrase ‘you thought about it too soon’. The moment that you blatantly thought about Minju’s whereabouts, the crowd from the entrance of the venue were filled with gasps as well as abrupt emotion following an ensuing commotion. You, having seated on a round table furthest from the entrance, could not see what was going on. It was only after a couple of minutes that the small crowd parted to give way to a figure. You could barely recognize who she was, but when you did it felt as if the world stopped.

Kim Minju entered the fray dressed on a tight black dress you thought was too revealing for her, yet it did its job well of showcasing her curves as well as the line of her bust thanks to the low neckline of the dress. You were mesmerized for sure; caught in the spell that is Kim Minju, all while she scanned the dimly lit place clearly in search of something, or someone.

For the record, you were the one who believed that Minju would kill and that evening she served the looks that were even beyond your expectations. She was gorgeous, and you know it along with everyone else.

And then, she met your eyes. Even in the decent distance as well as the limited lighting, you were quick to react to it. After all, you were just caught staring at Minju, a person who was supposed to be your junior in the company. It didn’t feel right to ogle at her then and there.

However, to your surprise, Minju made her way towards you and that action earned a lot of eyes heading towards your direction. You froze. That night’s events seem to turn over; who used to be the sunbae now felt inferior on Minju’s absurdly stunning figure, which slowly unfolded itself as she approached.

“Minju-yah,” you mouthed, trying your absolute best not to choke on your own words with the beautiful woman in front of you. “H-hi… y-you look amazing.”

“Hello, oppa,” Minju replied on a tone that was almost akin to a purr, not to mention that she bowed so low that you briefly got a glimpse of her chest through the revealing outfit. “Would you mind if I seat with you for tonight?”

Me…? You thought in clear disbelief, quite not believing that this beauty of a woman would want to sit next to you for the party. You wanted to ask why, yet the chance might get off of yourself. You didn’t want to question her. Apparently weeks of being kind to her finally paid off in a way you never wanted. You agreed and Minju quite happily took the seat next to where you were seated previously.

There might have been a conversation that followed after that, even before the entire program of the party started but you were too fixated on the beautiful woman next to you. Minju had that strong, alluring scent with her as well. You were certain that you have smelled that somewhere only now that she was wearing it made the entire thing more enticing towards you. You had no real explanation how that was even possible. You were under Minju’s aura and her bidding; even including that unwitting desire to obey and please her with all you could.

Was it because of her dress? Was it because of the perfect curves accentuated by her ass and her tits? Was it because everything went so well with her pretty face? Was it because of the fact that she approached you here, of all people in the workplace, to be her ‘date’ for the evening?

You really did not put any much care into that. You cared that Minju had you; that Minju chose you, and you’re ready to take what you could get.

“Oppa,” she whispered the moment that your two table-mates were far from earshot to get some drinks. “Please meet me outside. I’ve got something to tell you.”

Her voice cut you open like a speeding bullet; her bare seductive tone sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t even count the fact that she slid her hands over your thigh as she left you there, puzzled yet yearning for more with the perfect tease.

You blindly followed Minju after giving a short window and headed off without paying any mind with the rest of the people that attempted to ask where you were headed to. You were intrigued with this sudden development that you wanted to see the end of it.

It took a bit of while to find where Minju wandered off to, yet it was not that hard to navigate the company’s premises as you promptly found her standing on a barely lit hallway a couple of floors from below the party. Thankfully, it was located far from the venue that even the music was barely even audible. Quite unsure what she asked you all the way out here for, you approached her waiting figure as she leaned against the wall, her figure in perfect angle of the light that it gave a really imposing visage.

To your surprise, the moment you approached Kim Minju, she was all over you. Minju immediately grabbed you and pinned you against the wall, resting the rest of her weight to prevent you from escaping. Her hands wrapped around your neck as she reached to plant torrid kisses on your lips, feeling the soft sensation of her lips against yours for the very first time. The surprisingly fruity tinge that emanated from her lips caught you off guard thought Minju barely even gave you time to be surprised. She wrapped her hands around your neck and soon felt her tongue probing into your own mouth.

“M-Minju—“ you tried to console her but she was too in control of the situation, so much so that you felt your lips once more attacked by her own. As if pinning you against the wall was not enough, Minju hiked her thigh up against you, something of which you returned by holding it for support.

The pair of you passionately made out in the unoccupied hallway with sloppy kisses ending on a noisy pop. You would not have cared either way. One hand was on Minju’s tight waist and the other on her leg while you frenched. You got her then and there even if it was not even a plan to get kissed by Kim Minju on that evening. However, something came over you. There was a sudden impulse of fight or flight and it took you a good bit of strength to give Minju a slight push, separating you from her. All it did was to part you both, but with the evidence of mutual hitched breaths as well as sweat beading on both of your foreheads, it was obvious that neither of you wanted to stop.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. You simply pointed towards a location on the dimmer part of the hallway.

“We shouldn’t do this here, Minju. Cameras… we might get in trouble.”

“I don’t care,” she mused before planting her lips once more into yours. “I want you.”

She was strong and you didn’t even expect that kind of strength to come from her. You can barely even move as she devoured your lips then and there.

“M-Minju-yah!” you protested with a slight increase in tone, surprising her. “Please… not here. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Disappointment was clad and obvious on the young woman’s pretty face. You were quite fearful in the slightest, revelling in the regret just in case you were the one who cock-blocked yourself. It was quite a relief when Minju grabbed your hand and beckoned you to follow after her.

“Let’s go to my place then for some… private fun.”

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The pair of you and Minju wasted no time the moment you both arrived on her apartment. Lips mashing onto each other with arms snaking around like there was no tomorrow, you were all over her; or rather she is all over you. Shoes and heels were sent flying amidst the frenzy of you both as you kicked them free, knocking things over while Minju pressed your frame against the wall once again, driving her supple lips against yours.

“Fuck,” you cursed involuntarily, running your hands through the tight dress on her curvaceous body and fighting the desire to tear everything off of her at the same time. It was a pretty dress as well, and she looked so beautiful in it that you wanted to see her in it more.

Minju stopped and gave your lower lip a soft bite before dragging it back, leaving to bounce back towards you. She dove into you once again, exchanged another lustful kiss with her mouth. She was sweet, yet then and there you wanted to taste more of her.

“I never knew you were this naughty, Minju. I thought you were pure.”

“I should be the one telling that to you. To think that you’d be willing to fuck your hoobae like that… tsk, so naughty of you… I never thought that you were that kind…”

“That makes two of us… I’m only blaming you more because it’s your place,” you teased to her, yet you were shushed by her index finger on your lips.

“Well, my house, my rules… so you will obey everything that I say, is that good?”

“And so what rule are we following, Kim Minju?” you asked then proceeding to nimble on her finger.

“Pound me… break my bed. Cum in me… breed me.”

You gave one good gaze on Minju’s lust-misted eyes just as Minju pulled you with unbelievable strength, guiding you towards the depths of her apartment and into her bedroom.

As soon as you reached the door frame, Minju was quick to take charge as she guided you towards her bed all while she had her lips all over you. She held on the top buttons of your shirt, gripped it that you felt the fabric wrinkle under her touch, and gave a swift tug that sent your buttons flying on all directions of the dimly-lit bedroom, followed by making a quick work of your shirt. Once stripped the remnant of a once functioning shirt was thrown in the air as it joined the fray of severed buttons over the place, then moving to push you towards the edge of the bed.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” you mused, once again running your fingers on her curves until you found her ass and grabbed it, lifting Minju up in the air. A gasp emanated from her lips as Minju, too, ran her red-nailed fingers on your taunt body, travelling down the line of your chest and onto your abdomen. You weren’t exactly muscular, yet the lean physique turned Minju on nonetheless.

You sat back down the bed once again with Minju in town, ending with her straddling you as she caught your soft lips with hers once more. Slowly, even in the heat of intimacy, Kim Minju slowly shed off the dress that shrouded the rest of her body from your view. You were busy exploring the rest of her body as she finally got undressed while in turn being deeply into the passionate lip-lock. You felt a clawing sensation on your chest followed by a force that broke you off of the kiss and sent you flying over the sheets of Minju’s bed.

Now with more room, Minju shed the remnants of her dress off of her body and stood in perfect glory of her body. Creamy thighs, tight waist, and sizeable tits begging to be free lay concealed with the matching black laced lingerie she wore underneath. Her pale skin radiated even in the dim room as her eyes flared with growing lascivious intent.

Minju brought her index finger towards her mouth licked it in attempt to entice you, and it was sure effective.

You sat from being pushed towards the bed and moved to bask your hands on Minju’s thick thighs, intending to worship them. Your touch grazing against Minju’s silken skin only turned you on even more, even made better when you began to caress the sculpt of her hips and towards her barely clothed ass. You were about to give Minju’s tight tummy a kiss when you felt a single finger poke your forehead and stop you from pushing any further.

You looked up towards Minju in inquiry, meeting her eyes as she pushed you with the finger that was on your forehead, sending you back towards the bed just like before. Slowly, Minju crawled over the bed like a hungry predator, causing you to move back to give room for both of you on it. You met her eyes again, this time through the gaps of her long and flowing hair; she had a different look on her eyes as her lips curved into a devilish smile. Her hands quickly undid your belt, unzipped your pants and tugged them off of you and into the floor below. She raised her hand and bit her lower lip, her hand running over the bulge that was on your boxers.

She gave a swift peck on your clothed dick and gave a quick pull, exposing the length of your swollen rod in front of her eyes. Minju then pulled your last article of clothing off, threw it elsewhere and admired the rod before her.

Minju could feel her panties wet with her fluids as she moved both of her red-nailed hands to grasp on your stiff cock. You felt a jolt run from head to foot as soon as you felt her slender fingers wrap around your manhood in a firm grip before beginning to stroke you on lengthy and drawn out intervals.

“Oh shit that feels really good,” you moaned at her touch, each stroke delving deeper and deeper into your pleasure.

“I know. Moan my name.”

“Y-yes… fuck, Minju…”

Minju licked her lips and began to slide her tongue against your mushroom tip, twirling on the leaking cock before giving it an audible kiss. Her soft and gentle kisses traversed your length as she went down to your base, giving the long rod a good lick as she moved up of your shaft.

“mhh~” she moaned as Minju moved her tongue once again, this time running it on circles on your moist head, taking most of the liquid leaking off from you before concluding it with a soft pop.

“Fuck Minju… god…” moaned your lips once again as Minju bobbed herself further down your length, taking it deeper while keeping her attention planted towards your own. The soft and shy start eventually became noisier and untidy as she delved in deeper, finally revelling on the confidence that your moans and gasps incited.

The straps of Minju’s bra gently slid off of her silken shoulders as she moved to pump her mouth against you even further, dark streaks of hair dancing with ever bob she made. You writhed under her yet it seemed as if Minju was lost on a world entirely her own. Your hands desperately looked for something to grab, and of course the best course of action was to hold Minju’s hair for her as she buried your cock deep against her own lips. You moaned loudly and perhaps even the four corners of Minju’s room were barely even able to conceal her loud gag over your cock.

You shivered, feeling your climax about to blow things out of proportion. Minju felt this too, but instead of going on she merely stopped and sat up on the feet of the bed.

“You can’t do that yet. Let’s save that once you’re in me. I want all of it.”

You nodded and Minju wasted no time and went about crawling her way onto you, while at the same time planting her beautifully round and lust-subdued eyes against your own. The fortunate angle allowed you to get a good look at her deep cleavage, soon of which you’re sure to taste on your own mouth. The sight of one of the straps slid off of her shoulder turned you on, as if you were not already.

Minju engaged you with another make out session, kissing hungrily and sloppily as she made sure to sit her wet panties on your exposed cock. You twitched, and sure enough Minju felt that yet she did not yield, merely focusing on planting her lips against yours. Your hands travelled all over her body once more, finally settling on the pair of sizeable mounds Minju concealed with the tight undergarment. You gave both a tight squeeze and felt Minju’s two orbs poke against the fabric. She pushes you down the bed, pinning you with her red-nailed hands over your chest. Eyes glued onto you, Minju dropped the other strap of her lingerie before reaching back, all in a slow and torturous pace to entice you of what is to come.

One quick swipe and the garment flew off, exposing two perfect tits that went with everything else she had with her. She then raised her left leg, wrapped her fingers on the waistband of her lingerie and made quick work of it. Throughout that, you had a good look at Minju’s wide hips as well as the thick, milky thighs that she had. You could have made your way to bury yourself between them, let alone get crushed by them until they squeeze the life out of you, but Minju was in full control of you and all you wanted was to do her very bidding.

Minju kissed you on the lips while she pressed her wait on your body, sitting on top of you while making sure that her wet cavern was in line with your stiff cock. She wrapped her hands around it, gave it a couple of strokes while the two of you made out voraciously. You felt it; if Minju continued stroking you on this pace, you might cum anytime. However, Minju was aware of this and so she adjusts her position, placing her thighs on either side of yours and began to slide your tip on her wet entrance.

“Fuck, you already feel so good… I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum in me.”

You barely even had time to nod on her orders when Minju impaled herself with your cock; the sensation startling her that she almost screamed amidst the silence. She was tight for you, and you could feel every inch of your cock throb inside Minju as she waited and adjusted to your girth. She grinded herself against you and felt every length of you in ways possible, moving front, back; she just could not get enough of you.

There were signs of sudden realization swimming in Minju’s mind wondering what gave way for her to be in this moment for you. For a moment, she felt stupid. She felt so irresponsible for ending up with you inside her, but the biggest part of that was she had no regrets about it. Minju was aware that it did not exactly feel like her yet it was what she wanted. She wanted you in more ways than one. The way that you stretch her out, the pleasure that came with it easily outweighed the pain.

Minju ran her fingers on your tight body and leaned in for another kiss; it was short, concise and felt more like a reminder for what’s to follow. You were already feeling so ecstatic and yet Minju haven’t even started to move. Minju shifts into place, raising her body just enough that the tip of your cock is inside her before plunging the whole length. She coats your cock with the juices secreting from her tight cunt, echoing a heated moan from her small mouth.

You felt Minju’s tightness grasp your needy cock as she slowly raised and lowered herself over you. It felt so immaculate, and yet you were also impatient as your arms tensed in utmost self-control; inciting the little bit of sense you had in your head. However, you knew that it was Minju who was in perfect control.

“Fuck me,” she ordered and you happily obliged.

Minju dug her hands on your shoulders as you wrapped your hands on her waist. You pulled back and shoved inside her tight pussy once again. Her walls wrapped around your rod, her slick juices coated every inch of your length lodged inside her as you pounded more of you inside her tight cunt as far and as deep as you could.

“Yes, that’s it… you fuck me so well! Keep going!”

You never thought that you’d hear Minju moan to you like this and yet everything was music to your ears. You kept ravaging her, giving her the fucking she didn’t know she deserved as well, with the comfort of her body bouncing to your rhythm as a perfect cherry on top. Every slap your skin made against hers was the pinnacle of pleasure, every needy moan that escaped her lips was immaculate, and each strong thrust that grew faster and stronger with each complete succession drove you closer to the edge. You took your time and with Minju countering your little thrusts with bounces of her own. You reached a peak that stretched her slippery pussy; settling on a violent rhythm that sent vibrations down the bed as it creaked amidst the silence of her apartment.

Minju was obsessed as she was already on cloud nine. The way that your length slid inside her, hitting the very roof of her womb with how deep and hard you went; it was ecstatic. She was in complete disregard what else you did to her body at that point. You held her dancing breasts, licked her nipples, smothered her deep cleavage with your saliva and tongue… she did not care whatsoever. You did you and she did hers, as she was already in a different state of pleasure with every push and pulls your cock made inside her body. She had her red nails lodged against your chest and shoulders, paying little attention as she dug them deeper against your skin, only went deeper and deeper as you plunged into her warm depths. Her needy gasps and erotic moans filled your ears and it felt so luscious.

Both your bodies became hotter and hotter as the breath began to become thinner. You were both already chasing your breaths; beads of sweat were flying with every hard pump or were trickled down on each of your bodies. The sight of Minju’s sweaty, shining body as her body fluttered with every thrust admittedly turned you on even more, and it did the same to hers as well. The way that you were basking on the fluids that came from your body made you look so tasty to her, further fuelling the… hunger she had from within her.

Minju was locked out of anything as she was lost with you; her mind was in desperate and uncontrollable frenzy as she bounced deeper around your dick with squeals and cries of pleasure escaping her plump lips.

You pushed in deeper and further inside of her, holding both sides of her waist for leverage as you pulled in your deepest thrusts in quick succession. It drove Minju crazy, among other things that already felt whispering to her. The lust was there; the pleasure shooting her off, firing in all cylinders, yet there was that inexplicable feeling. There was the gnawing sensation building up in her stomach. It was more than just your dick that she craved for but rather… you.

The bed creaked with your harsh thrusts and you felt Minju tighten around you. Her body tensed, her back arched as her thighs trembled, and without warning Minju shot her fluids at your cock followed by a long and drawn out cry of pleasure. Despite that, Minju felt her limbs stiff and powerful; there was still something she can do. Her strength didn’t seem to have left her as she felt a bit… stronger.

The sensation of her orgasm made your body to tense as well, eager to reach the final and climax your body has been waiting for. You pushed yourself harder inside of her, ruining Minju with the loudest of screams coming from her and joining the creaks of the bed with it. You anchored yourself on her. You knew you were near.

“M-Minju… I’m…” you managed to make out through your deep and heavy huffs. “I’m about to blow… where do you want it…?”

“In me… I want… I want everything,” she mouthed, her nails digging deeper on your skin as her body arched in pleasure for your load.

You bit you lip, savouring the final moments of pleasure being inside Minju for the evening and drilled in deeper inside her core, anchoring your hands on her hips and pushed in with all the strength you could muster. You joined her in cloud nine, the sensation causing you to close your eyes as you orgasm after her.

The climax came as much as you wanted it to. You blew your eruption inside Minju’s tight walls, filling her with your cum as thick wads of hot and sticky load flooded inside of her, concluded with a moan that came from you and her. You emptied everything inside of her and ensured that every bit of your semen was inside her womb.

You bucked your hips down as it finally passed, yet Minju was still riding your cock and had her red-nailed fingers planted over your chest.

It was done. You already came inside her just as Minju planned, yet there was still something… there was still something she was yearning for more than just an orgasm. It was you… no, it was more than just you. It was something you had in you that she wanted to see. She felt it again… that unexpected yet familiar hunger within her and everything seem to speak to her coming from the very blood-red nails she was wearing.

Minju did not know what came over her, but as her riding slowed to a halt, she dug her nails deeper against your skin that her sharp fingertips began to sink and penetrate your flesh, blood spouting from her nails the deeper that she went against your skin. She tugged on your skin, despite your sudden cries of pain and panic in attempt to stop her, but Minju was more powerful than you as it barely did anything. Nothing you did was able to sway her away as she tore onto your skin with a sadistic glare flashing on her eyes. It was exactly what she was yearning for, the one thing she has been hungering for: she wanted to see red. She wanted to see blood. She wanted to see your blood.

Minju moaned, not because she was experiencing pleasure inside her again, but because the sound of tearing skin was euphoric to her as your screams and plea for mercy were deafened with the sight of red. Scarlet blood showered from your torn skin and enveloped Minju’s fingertips and arms as she made quick work of the muscle over you while your ichor rushed, covering the sheets as well as your naked body under her. You began to choke on your own blood, preventing from giving more pleas of help as everything devolved into a desperate gurgle. The once white and clean atmosphere of Minju’s room were now coated with crimson as blood spurt from your body onto the room, with your strength to repeatedly push and buck Minju off were left to waste as nothing could keep her from doing that to you. The shower that the blood made was satisfying for her, even more so when they showered over her bare, nude body.

She continued on ripping your skin off with unbelievable strength, tearing through your stomach and cracking a couple of ribs in the process, and proceeded on down further your mangled body. Your mind was in discrete frenzy as you panicked on Minju’s next move despite writhing in pain. Minju trailed her blood-soaked fingers down your stomach and dug deep into you, tearing you open amidst the dark room. She pried open what was once your stomach and tore as much as she could, in turn basking onto the red liquid that bathed on her; the thickness that she’s been yearning to feel coating her. The sound of your bones and organs breaking and flying as she disembowelled you was so delightful to Minju, finding satisfaction with how your flesh flied all over the place. By the time that Minju was done, everything inside her room was coated in red blood, moving to pick the pool of blood that gathered on your stomach and smothered her face and body with it, as if everything was not yet enough, and eventually concluding with a twisted smile.

Her eyes wandered off onto you and contempt began to appeal to Minju’s natural innocent demeanour as you look back at her, lips shaking with the pain and shock that came with her actions. Minju’s sudden care sprang as she remembered who you were to her; a kind sunbae from work that did nothing but to help her out every time she had the situation tight. There were flashes of your acts of kindness to her and had she decided to call on that moment, you could still be saved. Everything could be undone.

However, Minju didn’t do that. All that was of her was just a shell of her former self. Quite frankly, she liked how everything turned out. The feeling, the sight of her naked body covered in your blood… words could not even define how satisfied she was with the result. A smile curved on Minju’s sadistic glare, looking down at her macabre work of art that was your undoing. She only felt contentment; a feeling that sprang from the darkest depths of her body coming from five pairs of blood red nails.

“M-Minju…” you whispered with what remained of the ghost of your strength. You could not feel your hand or the rest of your body. All you could do was to stare at Minju’s blood-coated body.

Again, Kim Minju supplied you with one twisted smile with the blood that painted her face on both cheeks. She bent down and planted a final kiss on your lips. You were lost. The last thing you saw were the pair of Minju’s dreamy eyes as she grasped your throat with her hands, the sharp ends of her fingernails gripping your neck like it did to your chest.

“Have a good night’s sleep. You did well.”

With one more pierce, Minju squeezed what remained of the life from you as your neck finally gave up, giving one final satisfaction to Minju as another batch of blood showered all over her face. That was the last thing you felt as your lifeless body and cock felt flaccid inside Minju, the last of your breath escaping in one desperate and betrayed gasp.

And then, just as Minju admired the body of the sunbae she once admired now laying lifeless under her, sounds of police sirens came huddling in the distance as everything came into abrupt realization. Your pleas for help coupled with the agonizing screams that filled the hallways and walls caused the neighbors to call the cops on her, and yet Minju was not shaken or fazed even by the slightest bit. The young woman merely enjoyed the final moments of being with you... with whatever was left of you. She calmly bathed on the remainder of your blood, scooping a copious amount on her fingers of which she licked of delight like excess butter in turn enjoying her final moments of freedom inside the room she herself, painted red with blood.

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So I have one question, Daisy. Since I am also rewriting Dr. Br*ght into Dr. Glenn Osborne (my rewrite and replacement of said character in case you’re wondering), what are the general rules you would give to anyone who is replacing Dr. Br*ght with their rewrites? Just curious.

BTW, sorry about what you had to go through with that creep.

Dw friend I gotchu!!

So the guidelines I could give since I applied these to Shaw are the following:

Use something else or another medium of possession to replace the amulet. Remember, AB used the amulet as a possession fetish thing. I was actually branded using it via them asking for nudes with me wearing it. I’ve seen some people give Shaw prior to me working on the project a yellow gemmed amulet but I’m pretty iffy on that.

Make sure you have some sort of magic rule in place that prevents your bright rewrite from possessing kids or teens. Animals are fine but please god we don’t need another Doctor Doctor Doctor fiasco. What I did with Shaw was make it so that he could only posses people the same age as he was during the original in in incident that separated his soul from his body: 29.

Bonus points if the character has no agency over who they possess, as that would be the final step to erase bright’s possession fetish from the concept completely. I know that would be hard to do so it’s not a requirement but it’s still good to point out.

Lastly, have fun!!! Honestly AB was really lazy with the concept they were trying to write (I mean, they were writing this character for sexual gratification after all) so while treating these as guidelines to be respectful of me n others I’d also take them as a creative challenge for you and others! I’d love to see people go apeshit with differing concepts as well as writing rewrites from all walks of life. Shaw’s latine-ness was heavily inspired by my experiences having a first gen Colombian immigrant tiger mom, given Shaw’s relationship with his dad.

Give your rewrite a foundation based family business, make them an only child, make them start working for the foundation on their own, make them black, latine, AAPI, indigenous, Roma, Slavic, middle eastern, Jewish, Hindu, Wicca, Sikh, Muslim, gay, bi, pan, trans, AFAB, neurodivergent…. Go crazy! Who knows, if this trend of making your own sub ins takes off I may do some tales where the multiverse merges a bit n they’re all in the same place, that would be fun.

Hope this helps💖

(Edit to add: if you’re gonna use a culture/religion/mental condition that doesn’t belong to you/you don’t have please please PLEASE do your research and make sure your rewrite is written as sensibly as possible and doesn’t play into any caricatures. Not doing so is how we got Bright’s mom being accidentally perceived as Muslim because AB thought all abrahamic headdresses were called Hijabs, lmao

Don’t be like AB, be smart)

#scp #scp oc #tw//bright #scp foundation #scp art #elias shaw #dr shaw #bright rewrites #writing

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Out of Mind - Chapter 9 (Joel Miller x Female Reader)

@hiroikegawa @evyiione @orcasoul @taz-97

*mrs weasley voice* Where HAVE you been?!!!! I know I know I'm sorry for my prolonged absence. I'm in my last year of uni, applying for post grads when all I really wanna do is write about our fav baby girl Joel Miller. If ever this happens again, which it probably will, worst luck I promise I've not abandoned you! I'm loving writing this fic and have big plans for new ones. Huge thank you to everyone who has liked and messaged me, assuring me that I have not been forgotten.

If anyone else wants to be the first to know when this fic is updated let me know and I'll add you to the taglist.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary: As you and Joel make the trade, your trust in him is stretched to its limits.

Warnings: [whole fic is 18+ minors DNI], it puts its age in the bio or it gets the block button, cursing, graphic descriptions of violence, attempted sexual assault, i'm going to put *** at the beginning and ending of any descriptions of sexual violence so you can avoid if necessary, Joel is still a dick, not me getting mad at him for things I made him do.

"you know I'd never let them hurt you." "Do I?"

You

An icy wind startled you awake. The tip of your nose and cheeks had frozen where they'd been poking out of your sleeping bag in the night. You blew into your hands and tried to rub some warmth back into them, careful not to move the rest of your body or you'd wake Joel who was pressed up behind you.

You'd split the first few nights out of Boston, one of you resting while the other kept watch, but soon exposure to the elements had rendered caution impossible and you'd been forced to sleep at the same time, swaddled under both of your sleeping bags, desperate bodies clinging onto each other for warmth. Most nights you could feel Joel fighting to stay awake, body tensing up every time you started to relax until you hissed at him to quit it. Whether it was for fear of being attacked or refusal to accept any comfort from you was hard to tell.

Your body stilled as Joel shifted against you and you felt a familiar poke in your lower back. It had become something of a wake-up call recently, gently poking you awake on the rare occasions that Joel slept longer than you. It was a sensation with which you were familiar and you kept reminding yourself that it happened to a lot of people in your current situation and it didn't mean anything. Still, as a long, low moan rumbled in your ear you couldn't help but wonder which mystery woman was plaguing Joel's dreams currently. Tess? A ghostly apparition from his past? Or maybe, just maybe, you'd managed to worm your way into his sub-conscious. But you quickly scoffed at the thought. If Joel had any dreams involving you they probably involved wringing your neck.

Joel

She was in his dreams. Again. He always clutched her to him as if he already knew how she would slip away when he woke up. That was the worst part - spending his dreams coiled around her, nose in her hair, arms wrapped around her body, thrusting his hips, searching desperately for release - then waking up still embracing her but having to tear himself away, thanking whatever heartless God existed that she was such a heavy sleeper.

He pried himself away from her warmth, trying not to notice the way she immediately started shivering without him, prodding her until she woke.

"Time to get up."

"Mfff" was all the response he got.

"C'mon move your lazy ass."

"Go away."

"God, you would sleep all day if I let you. Gotta be the worst smuggler I ever seen." That got her up.

"How much further?"

"Not long, we should be able to reach em before sundown. Now remember when we're in negotiations…"

"You do the talking, I decorate the background."

"What you do is try to be invisible. These folk don't play nice."

"I know, Tess told me." Joel grimaced.

He would've much rather done this on his own but Tess insisted he needed back-up. He'd told her before that Skye was her responsibility, not his, that she would be the only person to blame if she got hurt, but they both knew that was bullshit.

Unfortunately for them, Joel's estimations were exact: it was barely afternoon by the time they got to Marcus's camp. Guards frisked them at the perimeter, he noticed that one of them lingered a little longer than was necessary over her and he had to resist the urge to punch him.

"You ready?" If she was rattled, she didn't show it, just nodded.

"Let's go."

You

As you made your way through the camp, you had a distinct feeling of de ja vu. You hadn't encountered a group like this since before you came to Boston after which you swore you'd never put your fate in someone else's hands again, fat lot of good that did. Now you felt like a fish swimming into a net.

This Marcus reminded you too much of Robert, except while Robert needed to hire bruisers to do his punching, this guy looked more than capable of striking his own blows. He gave a curt nod to Joel then his eyes turned to you and there was a cruel glint.

"See you've traded Tess in for a younger model." Joel cast you a furtive glance, but said nothing.

"You got what's ours?"

"It's still mine till I decide otherwise." But he still opened the trunk at his feet revealing a treasure trove of tea, coffee and batteries. You struggled to keep the greed off your face and you could see that Joel was doing the same.

"We have what we promised" Joel responded, producing the collection of guns and ammo you and Tess had filched from the FEDRA base. At the time you'd been pleased to put your skills in climbing and creeping to use but now you didn't like the idea of giving this guy weapons. When you'd asked Tess what he was going to do with it, she rolled her eyes and said "Some light gardening. What do you think?"

You'd told yourself that everyone needed tools to survive and it was up to him what he used them for, not you, but now as you looked at Marcus you could see the faces of everyone you'd ever lost flashing before your eyes.

"It's all there" Joel said as Marcus rifled through the assortment of weaponry.

"Sure seems that way, but now I'm wondering if this is an entirely fair trade."

"It's not, we're giving you FEDRA level weapons in return for batteries n bullshit. You know as well as I do Marcus, that you're robbin' us blind."

"Might seem that way to you, all tucked away in that cosy QZ but what's the feeling of a gun at your side compared to the feeling of a woman underneath?" Suddenly, you could feel the eyes of every man in the camp on you.

"What're you suggesting?"

"Give me n' my boys a turn with your slice and we'll walk away happy customers."

There was a horrible silence. You couldn't hear anything but the ringing in your ears. Finally, Joel replied:

"I don't share."

"C'mon Miller, don't be greedy. We ain't seen a woman in months."

"Probably cos you scared em all away."

"Listen, I promise we'll give her back the same way we found her, more or less. I'll even throw in a few packs of cigarettes we got off a trespasser a while back. Been saving them for a special occasion."

The men were closing in on all sides now, like walls sealing themselves.

"How many packs?" Your stomach dropped.

"Three."

"Show me." Marcus produced the cigarettes with a flourish.

"J-Joel" you managed to stammer out.

"Shut up" Joel glared at you. "Unless you want a repeat of what happened in Austin."

Austin. That was his signal. Loosely translated, it meant trust me, even though things seem shit at the moment, I've got a plan. You have to trust me. And you did, at least you thought you did.

Joel turned back to Marcus as you cowered behind him.

"At least lemme look at the merchandise."

Marcus beckoned him forward as you could feel his men shepherding you to their side of the camp. You felt a brush on the small of your back and you flinched, looking behind you, but all you could see was a sea of smirking faces.

You watched carefully as Joel went through the trunk. In a flash, you could see a glint of metal. Bullets. Joel must've stashed some in his coat pocket or sleeve. You glanced around, waiting for shouts of alarm or gunfire, but none came. Then Joel was looking at you, just for a second then back at Marcus, and you could see what he saw: a knife strapped to his belt, and a pretty hefty one. Could tear you a new one, or him.

Joel shut the trunk and stood.

"It's all here. I'll be back for her at midnight?"

"Done."

"Right well, enjoy."

"You two boys escort our friend out of camp, I get first go."

You cast one last glance over your shoulder as two huge men prodded Joel with their guns, leading him away from you, as Marcus placed a beefy hand on your shoulder and led you away from him.

*** You swallowed your tears, refusing to give this man the credit of seeing you cry, repeating to yourself, please help me to be brave, please help me to be brave.

"Alright sweetcheeks that's far enough." Bile rose in your throat as his hand forced your head down, pushing you onto your knees. You didn't want to look at him but he grabbed your chin, tilting your head up.

"This'll go a lot easier for you if you don't fight back. I'd hate to return broken to my associate. That's just bad business."

You said nothing, just nodded and started to unbuckle his belt. You ignored his hand stroking your hair in a disgusting display of tenderness and focused on your task until it came loose. You met his eyes one last time, smiled, then stuck his knife into his groin.

His shout was cut off by you sticking your fist in his mouth. Teeth pierced your skin but you didn't flinch. You just grinned and said

"this'll go a lot easier for you if you don't fight back", sticking the knife into his side.***

Marcus groaned pitifully and collapsed. Before you could finish the job, you heard the rattling of gunfire and you took off back towards the camp where you could see Joel, having grabbed one of the men's guns, shooting his way through Marcus's men. Unfortunately one man he hadn't accounted for was sneaking up on his left side. Not his left side.

The man barrelled into him and had his hands around his throat.

"Let go asshole!" You screamed, plunging your knife into his throat before he had a chance to obey your order.

Joel stared up at you with bulging eyes as you pulled him up, then you both dove behind a crate as shots rang out all around.

"Real smart thinking giving these douchebags guns" you quipped, but Joel ignored you, responding:

"You go left, I go right."

*** You nodded, then edged to your left as Joel drew their gunfire away. It was criminally easy to put your knife through the first two guys but as you grabbed the third one and slit the blade across his throat, you felt a fist closing in your hair and yanking you back. You tried to scream for Joel but another hand clamped over your mouth. You thrashed wildly but to no avail, whoever it was had you in a complete grip. Then you were going flying, hitting the ground with a grunt and feeling your arms and legs pinned as you stared, in horror, at the face of Marcus, covered in blood but still very much alive.

"Guess you shoulda finished me when you had the chance instead of running to help your boyfriend."

"Get off me!" You yelled, turning your face away, the only part of your body you could still move.

"I'm gonna enjoy this so much more." You looked around wildly. The sound of gunfire had stopped but you couldn't see Joel, just trees above you.***

Then a single shot tore through the air and Marcus let out a gut wrenching roar above you. Two hands appeared on his arms, ripping him off of you. You remained on the ground, gazing up at the tree tops until a familiar face came into view, tufts of grey and black beard matted with blood.

"Joel." He helped you up, keeping a firm but not ungentle grip as you swayed in the breeze. The sound of a groan brought you back to reality. Marcus was squirming on the ground like a fish on dry land. A gun was pressed into your hand.

"He's all yours." Marcus whined as you approached.

"No wait, please I didn't mean it, take what you want, let me go, I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again, please…"

You steadied your hand and aimed for his forehead.

"This'll go a lot easier for you if you don't fight back" and you pulled the trigger.

"Are you hurt?" You gazed at Joel who was looking at you with concern. You threw your head back and laughed.

"Am I HURT?!" With a scream that you didn't even realise you were capable of making you launched yourself at Joel, punching and kicking blindly, shouting "are you hurt? Are you hurt? ARE YOU HURT?"

Joel caught your fists.

"I'm sorry, it was the only thing I could think of." You kept kicking him. "I had to get their guard down and get them separated from their leader." You kicked him doubly hard in the shin. "Ow, stop, you know I'd never let them hurt you."

"Do I?" You screamed, "DO I KNOW THAT?"

Joel held your gaze as your voice echoed throughout the forest. You were suddenly, painfully aware of the death that surrounded you.

"We need to get out of here." You tore yourself away from him and started searching blindly for your pack."

"Skye…"

"NOW!"

Joel jumped, then followed you as you ran blindly out of the camp.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x female oc

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